#max tamara

[silverflameataraxia]

I really want a scene between Tim and Genny where he's going over his plans for the weekend, from grocery shopping with Lucy and Tamara to cleaning the apartment to just hanging out together at home. Genny can make some offhanded comment about Tim living with the girls, to which Tim scoffs and says he's not living with them because he has his own place. Even though he can't remember the last time he spent the night at his house.

Tim can start complaining about Tamara always interrupting Chenford's make-out sessions, to which Genny tells him that him and Lucy should just get their own place...without Tamara. Tim gets all offended because he realizes that he can't imagine a life without Tamara around. Because she's his family too.

[duranduratulsa]

Now showing on DuranDuranTulsa's Horror Show...Halloween 5: The Revenge Of Michael Myers (1989) on glorious vintage VHS 📼! #movie #movies #horror #halloween #Halloween5 #halloween5therevengeofmichaelmyers #johncarpenter #michaelmyers #theshape #DonaldPleasence #ripdonaldpleasance #elliecornell #danielleharris #BeauStarr #donshanks #tamaraglynn Tamara Glynn #wendykaplan #jeffreylandman #matthewwalker #troyevans #JonathanChapin #MaxRobinson #GregNicotero #GeorgePWilbur #vintage #vhs #dominiqueotheningirard #80s #durandurantulsa #durandurantulsashorrorshow

[vino---delectable]

episode 7x13 was a huge emotional roller coaster...

I tell you what, everyone's acting was so top notch in this.

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue January 1, 1961

Tamara Nyman in a sky blue wool tweed suit with a geranium pink silk blouse. By Mollie Parnis, wool Or de Laine. Max Factor Coffee Toffee Lipstick.

Tamara Nyman dans un tailleur en tweed de laine bleu ciel avec chemisier en soie rose géranium. Par Mollie Parnis, de la laine Or de Laine. Rouge à lèvres Coffee Toffee de Max Factor.

Photo Karen Radkai

vogue archive

[ludyer]

[hubbabubbagumpop]

Here have some previous Mermay art I made of another cartoon obsession of mine: Princess Gwenevere/Starla and the Jewel Riders

I hope you guys like them

[asknealfire]

tell me a bit about your fiancée, tamara (that was her name, right?)

Hey, let's not bury the lede here! We've only been dating a couple months, got to keep a couple surprises in my back pocket alright?

But, yeah, she's amazing. She's so - real, down-to-earth, you know? She's got this wicked sense of humor she'll sneak up on you, and she's always got some new project she's working on, some new way she's taking on the world and dragging it into being a better place. And all her drive, her fearlessness, it's contagious. It's hokey, I get it - but every time I'm with her I feel like I'm the closest I've ever gotten to the version of myself I've always wanted to be.

[therealmrpositive]

Halloween 5: The Revenge of Michael Myers (1989)

In today's review #DonaldPleasence #DanielleHarris #EllieCornell #BeauStarr #WendyKaplan #TamaraGlynn #JeffreyLandman #DonShanks #JonathanChapin #MatthewWalker #MaxRobinson #BettyCarvalho #TroyEvans #FrankComo #Da

No matter how long it is, you usually have an idea of the ending point when creating a work of fiction. Sequels can complicate this, of course, sequels with changing targets, people coming and going behind the scenes, and the general passage of time complicating the ending as originally written. In 1989, following on from the cliffhanger, the franchise could have gone anywhere, instead, it laid…

[outfitsinspiration]

Who: Tamara Kalinic

What: Max Mara Granité Stretch Wool Jumpsuit in Black - 1,399.00€ Where: MAX MARA x Vogue Italia 10th anniversary of the Teddy Coat Milan Celebration/Event - September 20, 2023

Worn with: Prada pumps and Chanel bag

[evilgwrl]

Neighbour!Simon Riley x Reader

Girl Next Door (Six)

CW: You’re approached by a drunk man who grabs you, nothing violent

Previous Chapter, Next Chapter

The sky settled with a midnight blue, a murder of crows digging among the trees before burrowing away into secluded nests. It had been a multitude of days since you had seen Simon, practically barging out his front door with only a squeak of goodbye after the previous unfortunate incident.

You were constantly distracted. Your brain was plagued by the thought of him, and you felt like you were going to spiral, the whine of anxiety in your stomach doing you no favours. You pondered on the thought of knocking on his door, apologising for ignoring him, yet didn’t.

You headed to the bar instead.

The night air was balmy, the breeze kissing your skin as you walked in. The clinks of glasses and the exaggerated commotion of laughter bounced from the brick walls, faux vines hanging from the indents in an attempt to brighten the grimy room. There was a permanent stench of yeasty beer and cheap wine, couples canoodling in the corner or stumbling out of the toilets, rubbing their noses.

The lights were dim, barely able to see your own feet as you weaved through the throng, bodies pushing up against you as you searched around for your friends. You settled once you had the familiar voice of your long-term friend, Tamara. Your legs hobbled over to their table, ringlets of water staining the wood, multiple drinks already strewed out and consumed. You took in the two men you had never seen before, noting that one must be her new boyfriend she was gushing about.

“There you are!” She cooed, her arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace, the soft ringlets in her hair rubbing against the side of your face, “This is the guy I was telling you about, Max.”

Max stood tall, offering you a polite handshake as you introduced yourself before he nudged the man next to him. The man was handsome, a boyish grin on his face as he extended a hand out to you. You feel a flutter of nerves but push through, engaging in light banter as you return his grip, mumbling your name out. You began to relax under the crowded atmosphere, scoffing down a shot that Max’s friend, who you now know as Louis, had shouted.

You listened to the story of how Tamara and Max met, bustling with laughter as you were fed drinks, the camaraderie drawing you in. The ambience embraced you with a warm glow, a soft smile on your face as you chattered amongst the group, mind fuzzed over with the alcohol that slurred through your bloodstream.

“The next rounds on me, what are we after?” You blurted, standing abruptly as you toppled slightly, Louis’ arm grabbing hold of you in a tight squeeze to catch you. He was sweet, offering you polite nods all night while you spoke, eyes lingering on you a little too long, but he wasn’t what you wanted. Not right now. Not after Simon.

Tamara huffed out, “4 shots,” before she attended to her boyfriend in a drunken matter, smoothing his hair down as they giggled amongst each other.

“Do you need me to come with you?” Louis yelled over the music, his lips curled in a grin before you shook your head, promising him it would only take a minute. You stepped away, huffing out a loud breath as you regained composure, eyes fluttering under the influence as you mingled between crowds to reach the bar. You needed a moment to reprieve, slightly overwhelmed by the severity of people, the damp smell of sweat and alcohol burning through you.

The bar was cooler, the marbled surface offering you a moment of solitude as you ordered the shots, resting your head in your hands as you waited. It wasn’t hard to feel a presence beside you, the scent of hair gel and poorly sprayed cologne blinding you as you felt a hand brush against your waist.

“Hey there beautiful.”

His voice was garbled, alcohol staining his breath as he gulped down the remainder of his beer, eerie eyes watching you with a perverted intensity. His hair was slicked back, brows furrowed as he scanned your face, hazel eyes practically consumed by his pupils as you noted the white residue that stuck to his flared nostrils.

“Can I help you?” Your voice was uneasy as you stared at the bartender, tapping impatiently against the exterior.

“Just wondering what a girl like you is doing here alone.”

You cringed. “I’m not alone but thank you anyway.”

Your lips curled in a polite smile as the bartender handed you the shots, a sigh of relief leaving as you nodded goodbye to the odd man. Talons dug into the flesh of your forearm, turning you around in a huffed frenzy as his face was still.

“I wasn’t done talking to you.”

“Look, I’m here with my friends, I appreciate the compliment, but I’m not interested.”

The warmth of the bar slowly begins to suffocate you as your eyes dart around the room, anxiety penetrating through you as you desperately attempt to get Tamara’s attention. “Come on, don’t be like that,” he insists, his tone shifting from casual to demanding. You felt stuck in place, his grasp coiling around you in a bruising grip. Your tongue was wedged in your throat, eyes widening in fear as you attempted to pull away, the shots slopping around in the tall glasses, liquid rolling down the back of your hands in a sticky mess.

“Please let me go.” Your tone was mousy like it was trapped down your oesophagus, losing all confidence.

“I believe we were having a conversation.”

“I believe she said to let her go.”

Your eyes flickered to the man behind him, face clad in a worn balaclava, eyes impossibly dark as a hand clad itself on the stranger’s shoulder, knuckles an ivory white.

“Sim-“

“Listen, man, we were having a simple conversation so get your hand off my fucking shoulder before we have a problem.”

You watched as your neighbour turned him around, a knee pressed against the man’s thighs as he held him by the collar, fingerings lacing the Adam’s apple of his neck, almost tracing the arteries as the stranger stilled.

“We gonna hav’ a problem?” Simon spat, tone an icy low as the man shook his head, rustling himself out of the Lieutenant’s grip. You watched your neighbour for a moment, lips pursed before you furrowed your brows.

“What are you doing here?”

“Friends from m’ task force are in town; you know that,” he smirked, testing the waters between you as almond eyes looked you up and down. Your skin was on show, an iridescent glow settling amongst it with a shining hue, the rest of you covered in a black one-piece, an expensive-looking necklace hanging low above your cleavage.

You rolled your eyes. “Thank you for being my knight in shining armour,” you chortled, jabbing him in the ribs slightly. It was impressive how hard his chest was.

Simon was admiring you, your eyes radiating a toxic that drew him in, poison spreading through his body like wildfire, and he allowed it.

“Let me take you home.”

“But my friends-“

“Let me take you home, Y/N. Please.”

Simon felt pathetic, his tone lacing with a gentle whine as he pleaded you with his eyes, the brown softening into a deeper shade. You liked it. The ride home was peaceful, the benign muse of the radio playing as one of his hands gripped the wheel, another at the gears.

“Y’ alright? He didn’t hurt you did he?”

You let out a ‘hm’, slightly confused before the gentle throb in your arm reminded you. “I’m okay, he was just a drunk guy.”

Your head rested against the window, the zip of trees blurring into a static mess, the dim headlines occasionally piercing through closed eyelids as you huffed out a clement breath. Your cul-de-sac welcomed you with a silent wave, all the houselights a mute shade of nothing as Simon pulled into your duplex.  You giggled as you stumbled from the car, buff hands grabbing onto you as they lifted you up the stairs.

Nimble fingers fiddled with your keys, jabbing them into the door in a frustrated manner before you managed to wedge it open, a satisfied grin across your face, eyes blinded with tipsiness as you turned to your neighbour.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Do you want to sleep with me tonight?” You blurted, covering your mouth immediately as you stumbled over your following words, “I mean in my bed- not with me- because that would be weird to ask- you can say no-“

“Okay. I’ll sleep with you.”

I FUCKING HATE THIS BUT I NEEDED TO WRITE !!!!!!

[lexreadsdiversely]

Sapphic Book Recs by/about People of Color, Part 1

These are some of the books I've read/are on my tbr. A mix of YA and Adult, across various genres.

Image 1:

Dulhaniyaa - Talia Bhatt

Monstrous - Jessica Lewis

This is how you lose the time war - Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

Light from Uncommon Stars - Ryka Aoki

Souls Aligned - Najee Jamerson

The Stars and the Blackness Between Them - Junauda Petrus

Once Ghosted, Twice Shy - Alyssa Cole

The Final Strife - Saara El-Arifi

Image 2:

The Fall that Saved Us - Tamara Jerée

Rosewater - Liv Little

A Báhn Mì for Two - Trinity Nguyen

The Taking - Celeste Castro

Outdrawn- Deanna Grey

The Sun and the Void - Gabriela Romero Lacruz

The Map That Led to You - Ella McLeod

The Gilda Stories - Jewelle Gomez

Escaping Mr. Rochester - L.L. McKinney

Image 3:

A Guide to the Dark - Meriam Metoui

And Don't Look Back - Rebecca Barrow

The Weight of the Stars - K. Ancrum

The Name-Bearer - Natalia Hernandez

Thirsty - Jas Hammonds

So Let Them Burn - Kamilah Cole

Where Sleeping Girls Lie - Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé

The Space Between Worlds - Micaiah Johnson

The Lesbiana's Guide to Catholic School - Sonora Reyes

[goosemixtapes]

max's favorite short stories & articles!

to be updated as i read new things! "articles" could be anything from political points to philosophical musings to fascinating stories. obligatory statement that i don't necessarily agree with everything in every one of these stories/articles, but i think about them a lot and want to share :)

short stories

Avi Cantor Has Six Months To Live by Sacha Lamb (@kuttithevangu) (novella) (so says the writing on the bathroom mirror. of gender & judaism & magic and t4t trans guys. cw for suicidal ideation and bullying)

Epistolary by Sascha Lamb ("The [stuffed] frog you are selling on your blog is MINE and he is NOT HAUNTED and his name is MOSHE not BILLY HOPPER.")

Chokechain by Andrew Joseph White (a trans man discovers his parents have replaced him with a robot version of his pretransition self. cw for transphobia and violence)

Sandrine by Alexandra Munck (the tagline for this one is "I dated a sun god in college" but that doesn't do justice to the sheer concept here please read this)

You Wouldn't Have Known About Me by Calvin Gimpelevich (set in a hospital ward where patients are recovering from gender-confirming surgery)

No Flight Without the Shatter by Brooke Bolander (novella) ("After the world’s end, the last young human learns a final lesson from Earth’s remaining animals." cw for climate change/extinction)

And You Shall Know Her By The Trail Of Dead by Brooke Bolander (what if you had to death-match-fight a virtual version of yourself at your meanest made by your boyfriend whose life you're trying to save would that be fucked up or what. cws for guns and violence)

Hell is the Absence of God by Ted Chiang (stories that clock you in the fucking teeth in the religious trauma.)

A Serpent for Each Year by Tamara Jerée (microfiction) ("Our relationship is almost a year old when I ask Nal why she is covered in snakes." cw for animal death)

The Front Line by W.C. Dunlap (microfiction) (cited as one of the world's finest attention-grabber openings. cws for police brutality, racism, and SA)

Welcome to Your Authentic Indian Experience by Rebecca Roanhorse (step into the simulation and gain an authentic experience! cws for anti-Native racism and alcohol)

The Husband Stitch by Carmen Maria Machado (one of the best stories ever written. once there was a girl with a green ribbon around her neck...)

City of Red Midnight by Usman T. Malik (a chronicle of nested stories-within-stories, set in old fantasy pakistan, inverting a myth from the one hundred and one nights)

We Work In Miraculous Cages by Brenda Peynado (following a college grad drowning in loans through the nightmare of neverending work)

Other Worlds and This One by Cadwell Turnbull (a brotherly relationship collides with a theory about atomic particles, space, and time)

And Then There Were (N-One) by Sarah Pinsker (a convention of alternate-universe selves--all Sarah Pinskers--becomes a murder mystery)

Fandom For Witches by Ruoxi Chen (fuck every other thing ever written about fandom)

Haunted Home by Conrad Loyer ("The ship features a recreation of a slave ship’s hold. The cruise prides itself on it. It is not a good recreation, if the metric is realism.")

articles & essays

Lockhart's Lament (on how math is taught in schools. that is, badly. one of the most cathartic essays i've ever read on education)

Against Cop Shit by Jeffrey Moro (on adversarial education)

Debunking "Trans Women Are Not Women" Arguments by Julia Serano (comprehensive, well-written, good to have as a reference point)

On Liking Women by Andrea Long Chu (and on the politics of desire)

Turning a Unicorn Into a Bat by Josh and Lolly Weed (on Mormonism, love, and whether a gay man and a straight woman can marry happily. cw for homophobia)

Laziness Does Not Exist by Devon Price (musings on motivation from a social psychologist and professor)

How Millennials Became the Burnout Generation by Anne Helen Peterson (how come everything happens so much?)

White Women Drive Me Crazy by Aisha Mirza (on the harm caused by white women. cw for racism)

Everything You Know About Obesity Is Wrong by Michael Hobbes (should be required reading for everyone at this point. cw for fatphobia and eating disorders)

Becoming Anne Frank by Dara Horn (on the cultural fascination with Anne Frank. cw for antisemitism)

The Ecstasy of Influence by Jonathan Lethem ([on/a] plagiarism)

On the Ethics of Boinking Animal People by Patricia Taxxon (video essay) (ostensibly what the title says, but actually a detailed musing on the essential properties of furry media and the freedom of dehumanization; changed my life a bit)

[berrycactus]

Poison Garden Legacy | Introducing: Tamara Freeman GEN ONE | Aconite 

Beware; A Deadly Foe is Near

Raised by a paranoid mother, your founder has been taught to fend for herself and trust no-one. After running away from a dark event in your past, you live in almost complete isolation, nature is your family and your protector, and your bite is worse than your bark. You swear you need nothing and nobody but yourself for the rest of your life.

Colors: Pale Green & Deep blue Traits: Loner, Loves Outdoors, self assured Skill to Max: Herbalism Aspiration: Outdoor Enthusiast Location: Henford-on-bagley | "Rags to riches"

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Bengiyo's Queer Cinema Syllabus

For those of you who don’t know, I decided to run the gauntlet of @bengiyo’s queer cinema syllabus, which is comprised of 9 units. I have completed four of the units (here is my queer cinema syllabus round up post with all the films I’ve watched and written about so far). It is time for me to make my way through Unit 5- Lesbians, which includes the following films: The Incredibly True Adventure of Two Girls in Love (1995), Bound (1996), Water Lilies (2007) [Skipping for now until I can get access to it], Saving Face (2004), D.E.B.S. (2004), The Watermelon Woman (1996), Set It Off (1996), The Handmaiden (2016), Carol (2015), Imagine Me and You (2005), Two of Us (2019), Rafiki (2018), and The Color Purple (1985).

Today I will be talking about

The Watermelon Woman (1996) dir. Cheryl Dunye

[Run Time: 1:25, Available on: HBO Max, Hulu, Google, etc; Language: English]

Summary: A young black lesbian filmmaker probes into the life of The Watermelon Woman, a 1930s black actress who played 'mammy' archetypes.

Cast:

Cheryl Dunye as Herself

Valarie Walker as Tamara

Guinevere Turner as Diana

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This film was a really interesting watch for me because I did no research about this film beforehand and went in to it really thinking it was a documentary, but as the film progressed I started questioning which pieces of the film were real and which pieces were not, and to learn at the end that the entire biography of Fae Richards aka “The Watermelon Woman” was fake was a really great moment of realization that I both started to question what was real but also that I have approximately zero background knowledge of Black Hollywood and therefore went in to this without any knowledge necessary to know that this biography was fiction. Which, I think, is part of the point of the film, right? How little of history has been regarded as important and recorded, knowing that there are people like you out there that did the things you want to do, that made an impact on the world, but not having the tangible evidence. 

I have a love-hate relationship with the knowledge that Cheryl had to invent a piece of history to resonate with her, but love at the same time that her feature film debut, (which made her the first out Black lesbian director of a feature film) was dedicated to building up that history, and recording her own history as a Black lesbian in the film industry, so she cannot or will not be erased or forgotten. 

That all said, I want to write about a couple of things that I really enjoyed from this film and think are important, even though I know they are scripted. 

First things first, I loved that she went about obtaining information about The Watermelon Woman directly from her own community. That we get clips of her asking people on the street, that she seeks her mother’s knowledge, Tamara’s uncle’s knowledge, the knowledge of her mother’s friend who is herself a Black lesbian and only then starts turning to additional sources: to the library, to the experts. Not only that but I loved that in the interview with Martha’s sister, that Cheryl holds the knowledge of her own community as the truth and is not swayed by Mrs. Page-Fletcher’s adamant statements denying her sister’s queerness.

Secondly, some notable visual touches:

I do not know why but my eye was super drawn to this one guy behind Cheryl and Tamara in the library who was wearing red lipstick, mostly because it brought a lot of minstrel show imagery to mind. It’s totally possible that is not what she was going for, but because so much of the “documentary” was based around mammy archetypes in film, which is itself a caricature, that is the first place I went to.

Mrs. Page-Fletcher, who is established as racist, homophobic, and the sibling of someone who created films with mammy characters, having a Black maid come in and check on her as Cheryl and Diana are getting ready to leave the interview.

The AIDS poster in Cheryl’s apartment

The banana skirt in the Ken Burns style Fae photos in the last scene.

Third, something I do not think I have the time to unpack my feelings about but sure as hit me with the layers of commentary: 

The interview with Dr. Camille Paglia, who is playing herself, talking about how much she loves mammy archetypes and that fat bodies are sexy, and how women in the kitchen is not a sexist thing, and that watermelon is an important symbol and how she ties all of that to her own Italian heritage and experience as an Italian. 

That interview with the Dr. Paglia is especially interesting to me in conjunction with the conversation occurring between multiple characters and Cheryl around the inclusion of white people in the “documentary” and inclusion of white people in her life. Tamara, for example, gets increasingly emotionally distant from Cheryl the more she hangs around/longer she dates Diana and the more she is nice to Annie. Fae Richards’ lover Jane leaves a message criticizing Cheryl for her inclusion of Martha Page (a white woman) in the documentary about a Black lesbian at all. Cheryl appears to disagree with that because Martha Page was queer and in a relationship with Fae and therefore is relevant to the story. The C.L.I.T volunteer talks about donations of information from the Hysteria Project which wanted to focus solely on Black people in history so they have crossed out the white people.

There are pieces of this that are clear but not explicitly stated, especially around why Tamara is getting increasingly frustrated with Cheryl. And we end on the biography of Fae and statements about needing to create history, thereby ending entirely by focusing on the story of two Black lesbians (Fae Richards’ fictional life, and Cheryl Dunye’s actual one), which I think is the appropriate choice. 

Favorite Scene (and Favorite Quote): 

I think my favorite scene is the final scene, because it really feels like the thesis statement of the entire film. In it, Cheryl Dunye sits talking to the camera as if she were talking to Jane (Fae’s lover) before diving fully in to this fictionalized life of this invented Black lesbian. Cheryl says the following: 

“I mean I know she meant the world to you but she also meant the world to me and I know those worlds are different. But the moments she shared with you the life she had with Martha on and off the screen, those are precious moments and nobody can change that. But what she means to me, a 25-year old Black woman means something else. It means hope, inspiration, possibility. It means history. And most importantly what I understand is that I am going to be the one who says I am a Black, lesbian filmmaker who’s just beginning, but I’m gonna say a lot more and have a lot more work to do.”

And she has, she has done a ton more work since her debut here in 1996.

Score 

9/10

This is a very smart film with a lot of things to say, there was a lot of bad acting (which to be fair I did kinda love), and they made me listen to far too much karaoke in that one scene. 

Also, Cheryl Dunye? Hot

Next up, Set it Off (1996)

[thisisyourdriverspeaking]

To celebrate the King Charles' win in Monza, I give you US racing tunes F1 edition. (The song is the position of their racing number in the charts). Please enjoy 😊

Fernando Alonso (29th July 1981) - Juice Newton - Queen Of Hearts

Lewis Hamilton (7th January 1985) - U2 - (Pride) In The Name Of Love

Nico Hulkenburg (19th August 1987) - Sammy Hagar - Give To Live

Daniel Ricciardo (1st July 1989) - Richard Marx - Satisfied

Valtteri Bottas (28th August 1989) - Neneh Cherry - Buffalo Stance

Sergio Perez (26th January 1990) - Joe Cocker - When The Night Comes

Kevin Magnussen - (5th October 1992) - En Vogue - Free Your Mind

Carlos Sainz Jr - (1st September 1994) - Patra ft Yo-Yo - Romantic Call

Pierre Gasly - (7th February 1996) - The Tony Rich Project - Nobody Knows

Alex Albon - (23rd March 1996) - Melissa Etheridge - I Want To Come Over

Esteban Ocon - (17th September 1996) - Mariah Carey - Always Be My Baby

Max Verstappen - (30th September 1997) - Mariah Carey - Honey

Charles Leclerc - (16th October 1997) - Somethin' For The People ft Trina & Tamara - My Love Is The Shhh!

George Russell - (15th February 1998) - Metallica - The Memory Remains

Lance Stroll - (29th October 1998) - Next - Too Close

Zhou Guanyu - (30th May 1999) - George Strait - Write This Down

Lando Norris - (13th November 1999) - Mariah Carey ft Jay -Z - Heartbreaker

Yuki Tsunoda - (11th May 2000) - Creed - Higher

Logan Sargeant - (31st December 2000) - Dream - He Loves U Not

Oscar Piastri - (6th April 2001) - Modjo - Lady (Hear Me Tonight)

Franco Colapinto (27th May 2003) - Toby Keith & Willie Nelson - Beer For My Horses

All added to this playlist 😊😊

[selfishpresley]

Instead of inaccurately predicting who out of the current driver line up will vote for which presidential nominee

I will be guessing who out of the current driver line up is supporting which drag queen (one from US Drag Race and another from their country or similar)

Max Verstappen - Bianca Del Rio and ChelseaBoy

Checo Pérez- Valentina and La burrita burrona

Carlos Sainz- Tatianna and Mariana Stars

Charles Leclerc- Naomi Smalls and Lula Strega

Lewis Hamilton - Jaida Essense Hall and Cara Melle

George Russell - Violet Chachki and Camilla Parker Bowles

Lando Norris - Mistress Isabelle Brooks and Tamara Thomas

Oscar Piastri- Maddy Morphosis and Hannah Conda

Fernando Alonso - Shannel and Pitita

Lance Stroll - Vanessa Vanjie Mateo and Miss Fiercalicious

Zhou Guanyu- Plastique Tiara and Woowu

Valtteri Bottas- Jimbo and Gingzilla

Nico Hulkenberg- Katya and Tessa Testicle

Kevin Magnussen- Thorgy Thor and Betty Bitschslap

Yuki Tsunoda- Gottmik and Durian Lollobrigida