i just learned that about 70% of the fun carrot carrying people in US is circumcised
in UK it's about 5%
so all those dick measuring posts that talk about tft141 equipment need to rewrite that particular section... sure they can be as veiny, hairy and coloured as you like but we are in mushroom tip with a top hat teritory now ... *said with kindness*
@391780 ... don't know why i @ you... guess it's a piece of information i think you should know 🤷
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It’s in the mess hall one unassuming morning that Soap discovers what might possibly be the worst form of torture known to man.
Man, of course, meaning Soap and Soap alone.
It starts with deft fingers digging into the thick skin of an orange, the underside of neat fingernails turning yellow with pulp as they push into the outermost layer of the fruit.
It continues with slow, deliberate peeling; with discarding the rind on an emptied plate in equal pieces; with being hardly mindful of the juice that soaks calloused fingertips when thumbs press too hard into the orange's flesh.
Soap feels his entire body tense as the fruit is sectioned and set in a pile, frozen as Ghost lifts a hand to his mouth, presses a thumb to his lips and swipes a tongue over the sticky, citrusy mess that had been left behind.
The sergeant swallows thickly as Ghost then takes a first slice and bites into it, more juice spilling onto thin, pink lips. A tongue darts out to catch the droplets; a low, nearly undetectable hum rumbles out of Ghost's throat.
Soap is squirming the entire time Ghost eats. His skin crawls. A shiver creeps up his spine. Ghost enjoys, almost too much, like it's the best orange he's ever had the pleasure of tasting.
Briefly, fleeting, Soap has a thought of how the citrus may taste from Ghost's exposed lips, rather than from the seemingly delectable fruit itself.
It ends when Ghost finally, mercifully finishes the final part of his breakfast. He uses a napkin to clean his mouth this time before rolling his mask back under his chin, pushing away from the table and standing with his tray.
Soap watches him walk away. Watches him toss the orange skin into the bin, and continue on with whatever else his morning routine consisted of.
The sergeant slumps in his seat once Ghost is out of sight, heaving a long and deep sigh to relieve the pent up pressure in his chest from the longest five minutes of his life. He scrubs at his face, begging the heat in his cheeks to dissipate before he's meant to get up and start on with his own day.
If it'd even be possible, after something like that.
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I love this analysis. I wonder if they're going to switch things up and instead of locking himself in a coffin for nearly 3 decades with only his nightmares to keep him company, he will have imprisoned himself in the mansion to atone (or to keep his four head beasties from going HAM on the general public). That's a fairly well-kept study that looks pretty lived-in. That would be interesting, because honestly, the original take is a little too melodramatic in this year of our lord 2023.
I also wonder if the outfit and the dramatic, antiquated speech is something he cooked up to scare away any local kids who got too brave and went exploring. I'll bet there were plenty of stories of The Red Man in the spooky old Shinra mansion going around Nibelheim back in the day.
And it'll be kinda funny, too, if the "Hark! A miscreant!" thing was an act and it didn't take much for him to revert to his Turk speech patterns.
Vincent: "WHO DARES DISTURB MY SLUMBER!"
The party: *blinks in silence*
Vincent: "BEGONE, YE CHICANEROUS AND DEPLORABLE KNAVES!"
The party: *blinking continues*
Vincent: *sighs and floats to the floor* "OK, let's try this: fuck off."
*LATER ON...*
Cloud: "so all this" *gestures to Vincent's outfit* "was just to scare the kids?"
Vincent: "My other choice was a bloodstained Turk uniform. I just wanted to keep you little shits out, not scar you for life."
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Do you think wally has paint stains all over his body due to him being made out of fabric materials? Like there's just little hard patches of dried paint on his arms and hands?
so the thing about felt is that it's a relatively porous fabric, which means substances like paint are able to get stuck in it a lot easier. However, it's still acrylic paint, which means it's still not actually all that stubborn compared to certain other kinds of paint.
all this leading up to I don't think Wally would Consistently have paint stains on his arms/hands(/Maybe his face, either by moving a paint-covered hand over his face or accidentally swiping his chin with his brush as I've done on multiple occasions) but I could very much see him not cleaning off the paint fast enough and having it get dry and sticky.
at which point it would just take a little bit of water + dish soap + some rubbing alcohol + a good bit of elbow grease and itd eventually come out.
maybe he'd get a little bit of help, too
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