probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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y'all i know kacchan dying like that must have been traumatizing for the bkdk shippers, but like.... he also died in the gayest way humanly possible.... like i can't even imagine going through that bc on one hand it's like my special boy is dead, but on the other he was so love interest coded, shiggy killed him specifically bc of izuku's intense feelings about him, the fucking yearning for izuku as he died, and then the reveal he carries the little all might card he got with izuku around with him like. i cannot stress enough just how gay his death was. like i just know the shippers had to be a little conflicted
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the fact i havent seen a "two birds on a wire" disco elysium animatic despite the fact that two birds on a wire is a canonical comparison we see for kim and harry makes me lose my mind. we really arent in 2010s fandom anymore huh
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"... you ain't from 'round these parts, are ya?"
asher downey for @hauntedtrait's chestnut ridge bc!
young adult, twenty-six, they/them
an angry five foot five inches
farrier and hoof health specialist
will actually fight you over your horse/cattle/sheep/goat's feet
can confirmed fireman carry anyone... try them
shoulders are a lot broader than they appear they're SHORT
asher downey is an outdoor-loving, loner animal enthusiast who wants the best for your animals and will absolutely tell you to shut up until they finish assessing the issue. they're not rude, just... brusque. to the point. while they have a mean mug and a lot of quick comebacks loaded up in that small frame, asher is actually quite a genial sim. raised by polite parents in a polite town, they genuinely are a "good neighbor to know" - it's just gettin' past their cold front that's the hard part!
the scar and the bite are from particularly nasty run-ins with local coyote packs: they now own two, having rescued them as pups!
likes: mini goats in particular, cooking selvadoradan food, country fashion, the creak of old wood floors, historic landmarks, riding bareback (ahem), bitless goddamn bridles, wide open fields, flower-scented perfumes, crossfit, chewing wheat unironically, animal cops mothafuckin houston babeyyy
dislikes: the big city, smog in general, beating around the bush, passive aggressiveness, gossip, complaints in general like omg, washing the dishes, being expected to be quiet, THEIR HEIGHT, the tourism industry, the general slow gentrification of chestnut ridge, molasses, and - funnily enough - chestnuts
i am sinfully late with this and you know i can't help but make a bedazzled butch but i am utterly in love with asher and i'm so thrilled with how they came out 🥹 feel free to take whatever creative license you'd like with them, my beloved fangs!! shorter hair, no hair, bigger muscles, etc. i don't have the updated height slider back in my game so they're not height-accurate in-game, i'm going to go back in and fix that dsfkjhsdkf. private dl if chosen, and even if not, i'm so excited to see what blue is going to get up to!! 🥹 cas and in-game outfit below:
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mavis staples on bob dylan during her 2008 wait wait...don't tell me! appearance (this transcript is abridged compared to the recording, though the same text is included below the cut)
SAGAL: I got to ask, you, actually, and Dylan became quite close.
STAPLES: Oh, you know.
SAGAL: Oh.
(LAUGHTER)
STAPLES: Oh, Dylan. Yeah, Dylan was - he...
(LAUGHTER)
SAGAL: All right. That's fine, Mavis.
STAPLES: We were good friends.
(LAUGHTER)
STAPLES: That dog on Internet. You know, one disc jockey said, well, I hear you and Dylan, you know, proposed a marriage to you. I said where did you get that from? The Internet.
(LAUGHTER)
AMY DICKINSON: Well then it must be true.
SAGAL: It got to be true.
STAPLES: Yes indeed.
SAGAL: And what was your response to this question then?
STAPLES: Well he just did it out of the blue. He proposed.
SAGAL: He proposed out of the blue?
STAPLES: Pops - what he told Pops. He didn't tell me.
SAGAL: Bob Dylan asked your father for your hand in marriage?
STAPLES: He didn't ask. He told Pops.
SAGAL: He told him.
STAPLES: Pops...
CHARLIE PIERCE: He's a lot braver than I thought he was.
(LAUGHTER)
STAPLES: Yeah, well, see...
SAGAL: What did he say to your father?
STAPLES: Pops, I want to marry Mavis. And Pops said, we'll don't tell me, tell Mavis.
(LAUGHTER)
STAPLES: That was during the time - it was lunch. Everybody heard him. We were in line, you know, to get our of lunch.
SAGAL: Wait a minute. You're standing in line at like some sort of buffet?
STAPLES: That's right.
SAGAL: And he's standing there behind your father and says, oh, by the way, I want to marry your daughter and can I have the potatoes?
(LAUGHTER)
STAPLES: He just shouted it. I guess it just came over him.
SAGAL: I understand.
STAPLES: Something got a hold of him.
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