#effervescentdragonrants

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eurovision is like when the answer to "gay or european" is "yes"

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seb & lewis in monaco 🥹💖

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One of my favourite things about Leverage is in The Future Job 2x13, when the psychic does a cold read on Parker and reveals the story about her brother's accident and upsets her. I love how Nate and Tara sit her down and explain to her what happened with details, but what I love the most is the Leverage OT3 reactions.

Alec, immediately after the read:

Then when they explain it, Parker:

And Eliot, who doesn't even hesitate:

I just think they're neat and that they exhibit the exactly appropriate level of violent intent in this situation 🥰

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on the topic of yearning and idols

or: "For me, he was my greatest idol since I started driving karts. Racing driver Michael Schumacher is my hero, the motivation to win races. The sport interests me, fascinates me, and there are other racing drivers, but there was nobody like him." - Sebastian Vettel

sources, in no order because i cant anymore, i used the wayback machine for this thing thats how insane i am:

this post by lovely @feraltwinkseb (and i think i may have downloaded some other pics that i had on my phone from your blog so THANK YOU; this; this; this; this; this; this; and this (yes i am exactly that pretentious). pics taken from pinterest mostly.

poetry: richard siken (of fucking course) // cj hauser // lucille clifton // doc luben

all screnschots taken from Schumacher (2021). all german translations are made by me :)

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this is just living with a chronic illness and neurodivergency actually

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i feel like this sticker i saw randomly would do numbers on tumblr

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i dont know how to deal with this pain in my chest that's a constant. i dont't know how to take this much hurt.

i was a child of war, i type out and then i say to myself no, i am a child of war. its a funny story i tell people, how when i was to be born they bombarded our city the whole night. the gas that my dad spared so they could take my mother to the hospital was stolen, siphoned from the car, so what happened was that my mother's water broke in the back of a military vehicle that my dad's friends-colleagues-soldiers drove us all in to the hospital. i was born almost 12 hours later during a night when they bombarded my hometown from every mountain around it. it doesnt really matter; they bombarded us all the time.

my mother is a doctor. she worked in the hospital the whole time during the war and she worked relentlessly. she tells the stories of that time with a detachment that used to be curious to me when i was younger and is now just horrifying. "mom," i said to her years ago, "im learning about porphyrias." - "oh," she says, eyes lighting up, "the first time i encountered a case of porphyria was during the war, when we were shut in the hospital for 5 days because they kept bombarding us and we couldnt go home. one of the doctors not on call when we got stuck came with his daughter, drove to the hospital because his daughter was unconscious and we determined she had porphyria. it was really interesting to see." she doesn't see my horrified gaze. she doesn't know what she sounds like. she still doesn't, to this day. i stopped begging her to go to therapy one day when she looked at me, eyes far away, and said "if i go, where do i start?"

my friend was 5 when the war started. she asked me on saturday "are you always afraid of everything?". i shake my head. she said she wakes up sometimes gripped with fear and has to list out all the things in her life that are alright and asks her husband to hug her and still it doesnt help. she thought she was the only one to feel that way and then she tells me a new phrase she learned. generational trauma. i nod and remember her telling me how a grenade hit their building when she was 8, in the year i was born, and how she still has the burn scar on her leg from the shell.

my high school teacher told me a story once. it was war and she was 15, and it was a friday and they stopped bombarding for three days. the youth gathered at the main square on the date that used to be a celebration of youth. her friend had strict parents, "but whose parents arent strict in a war," she says with a laugh, and they all decided to walk her home before her curfew. a bomb hit the square, civillian target, and killed over 70 people. the youngest was 2. he died because a shrapnel pierced his heart as his mother was clutching him. she didn't notice until it was too late. i know her and her husband. i see them around the town sometimes. my mother worked in the hospital that day, when they brought in the wounded. my father brought them in. "thats what i always remember when my kids say im too strict," my teacher says and laughs. i laugh along. what else am i supposed to do.

the year my sister was born another genocide happened. the world looked away then too, like it does now. when the war in ukraine started my gynecologist tells me about it; about a woman who came in and said "i have 5 children." my gynecologist said "what do you mean five," lookimg at the four surrounding her. the women said "i had to leave my wounded son behind. it was the best chance these other four had to survive, if im with them". she has a placid smile on her face as i look at her in horror. "i learned not to ask stupid questions then," she says, and laughs, and i laugh along because what the fuck am i supposed to do.

i dont know how to take this pain of palestine right now and still i look. i look at the victims, thousands of innocent children and people murdered by israel's carpet bombing. i look at the ethnic cleansing happening in front of my eyes, all our eyes. i look at the world which refuses to call it what it is - an ongoing genocide of a whole population. i dont have the privilege of looking away. i opened my eyes into a war when i took my first breath, and i cannot in good conscience look away. war is in my blood; i am a child of war.

there is no point to this except to say somewhere what hurts me the most right now.

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free. it has to be. anything else is unnaceptable.

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Ferrari: *locks the driver that they've made ferrari personified into a long-term contract after screwing him over for five years and stockholming him the whole time*

*discards the other driver in the team who has won races for them, including the only non-rbr win in a whole season and is in the middle of contract negotiations*

Ferrari: *brings in a 7xWDC sir driver who is coming up to an end of his career in randomly after lauding the concept of itself as the ultimate goal*

Me:

(pending actual confirmation obvs)

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nico rosberg goes around spilling tea about laptimes without any fucks given while jenson literally rolls his eyes at peoples stupidity on camera with zero fucks given princess cake truly the paddock power couple 😌

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this is how i cope and i'm RIGHT

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I was listening to a podcast last night and I need to put this question ahead bcs the results of that poll were pure idiocy.

lets go for a week, please reblog so it reaches the parts of f1blr that are out of reach for little me.

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Okay just listen to me for a second here -

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@vro0m with the succint facts as always

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if you have just woken up 😴, like i did, and you are wondering 🤔 what is happening on this first of february following a year-long january of 2024, i'm on it! F1's hottest gossip is - sir lewis hamilton go ferrari?! 😯 and the dash consequently has everything - lewis fans asserting they are lewis fans and not merc fans👿, ferrari fans losing their minds😭, red bull fans feeling smug because christian was right😏, charles fans posting all the memes because the cult wars have already started🐁, the general consensus of 2025 merc seat going either to fernando (alonso) 😈 or kimi (antonelli) ❓️, carlos sainz fans being really, really upset 😤 and everybody and their mother cheering on the grave of one torger wolff 🥳

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me: i need to prioritise i cant get distracted

my social media:

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this is how i imagine red bull girlies having the time of their lives rn, chilling and observing the dumpster fire that are merc/ferrari