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#that's a long time to be eating apples
moccasins · 6 months
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so, i learned that nightmare ate 999 apples today.
so. me being the weirdo i am, i calculated it. the average time it takes to eat an apple is roughly 1-3 minutes according to google and reddit. i suck at math so y'all might need to correct me but 3 minutes per apple is 49.95 hours. 1 minute per apple is 16.65 hours.
the world record for apple eating is 38.10 seconds.
that's still 10.57 hours 😭
did the villagers just watch this child eat apples for 1-2 days??
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lunaticpsyker08 · 4 months
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Turtle fun. also, ref sheet for koopa belial... HE
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The range of Erik's potential diet is once again fascinating me, on the basis of the sheer number of things that can highly inconvenience/kill a human. Obviously there's the chemical/plant/animal poisons that first come to mind—y'know, arsenic, belladonna, the unpleasantness that happens if you try to eat a monarch butterfly, that sort of thing. And I do have fun wondering if Erik's the type of guy to just … snatch some poor, poisonously bright insect off the side of a trunk and pop it in his mouth, as is his due as a Dragon Slayer who are just kinda like that sometimes.
However. The thought of Erik carefully harvesting and making his own wild licorice and monkshood tisanes, making use of a well-loved copper teapot and his treasured, antique tea service painted with lead-based glaze … kicking back with a cordial of pure ethanol, and the cordial is of course made of lead crystal … Meredy wandering over to an unsupervised, brightly-colored cookpot because whatever's in there smells amazing, then suddenly Erik is tackling her away and shouting about the cyanide he just spiced his quail and grass pea soup with, did Oración Seis not tell her to not touch his cadmium-painted cookpots?! Just, Erik being fancy about his poison consumption, because humans sure have figured out a bunch of ways to really inconvenience themselves and he might as well take advantage of their mistakes.
Also, what counts as poisonous enough to use? Humans can intoxicate themselves on too much water. Can Erik use that? There are so many things that are nonlethally, and even unnoticeably, harmful to us, so how trace can a poison be before Erik can't convert it into magic? Carbon monoxide is a notoriously odorless, colorless gas that is very bad for us—can Erik convert a poison he can't perceive? Can he straight-up eat rotten food because it would otherwise be harmful for literally anything else to eat? Relatedly, does this mean he really likes fermented food, because that's essentially rotten food that humans like to eat? I have questions
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kaleidescopeghost · 1 year
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You know, I was never a fan of using fear as a tool to teach important life lessons
But maybe we could've used a little more of that when teaching people to brush their teeth-- like I do not care about having unobtainably white teeth at all. And all the reasons people give seem either Superficial/Cosmetic or Very Far Away
Tell me I will be in pain NOW if I don't brush my teeth-- saying it'll happen in the long term is the understatement of the century, by the time I was 14 I had 15 cavities. They were so Intensely painful anytime I ate something Cold or Sweet, and even brushing my tongue over them hurt if I had leftover sugar in my saliva. It impacted my life, which, judging by my inability to maintain my dental hygiene, you can probably infer was already Pretty Bad at the time.
Tldr
You will suffer the effects of poor dental hygiene way sooner than you think
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dreamingofthedteam · 4 months
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so i saw the video and im really happy for dream and that he can finally leave this entire thing behind him get it off his shoulders and just go on ahead and post mc content (ALSO YAY MINECRAFT DREAM BACK IN 2024 LETS GOOOOOOOO)
the thing that saddened me the most about this was the doxxing and swatting stuff. like that is a very horrible thing to have to go thru. that shit is not a joke i imagine, living in a country that is notorious for an overpowered police force. and i hope to fucking god that what dream predicted (that this shit is going to get out of the mcyt space and into other yt communities over time) will not turn out to be true. the story about sapnap moving in with him so that he can answer the door to the fucking police while hes live just..its depressing man. and god i hadnt ever even heard of the time he got swatted while george was live that was a fucking jumpscare he must have been so worried
but. also. i think its time for, well me atleast, to self reflect a bit? ig? for context im talking about the end of the video where he restated his boundaries. im not someone who likes to stay in the problematic parts of the internet. i run from drama like its the wildfire from asoiaf. ( i also have caved in and posted abt neg stuff im not denying anything but i try to limit to private posts) and to think that i in any way could be on the wrong side of this all by shipping dnf? it gives me a bit of self doubt, ngl. i dont know if what i do would be classified as "srs shipping" or i would be put into "/srs dnf truther" by others, but i def thought and kinda still think 'oh dnf real' and now i just dont know where i stand..? i definitely need to think on it a bit. also i think i have interacted with nsfw art on this blog before, and goddamit i cant even check coz stupid me didnt even bother to tag properly, but from now on all nsfw art (not that i expect there to be many more) will be properly tagged. and if its not just tell me (idk who even is reading this anymore but whatever). as to dnf posting? idk. ill have to wait and see the general mood on here
and also like, that bit def has left a sour taste in my mouth AND IM NOT SAYING THATS DREAMS FAULT but its just...its tough man. dream having to change his mindset on fan spaces because of all this just saddens me a lot. and him saying that has then changed MY mindset on fandom, especially rpf, as someone whose both primary fandoms are rpf. i hope maybe in the future dream is able to engage on a more positive level and not have to just cut himself off from it entirely (im not sad abt him leaving twitter like, good riddance bitches, but i think i'll just miss a random tweet from him to wake up to)
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loveofastarvingdog · 2 years
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i may not need a gay kiss (lie) but i could really use a gay cuddle right now
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fstbmp-a · 1 year
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Sonic can make sure you won’t die eating her cooking, but she’s not going to make you anything fancy. She can properly cook meats and that’s really all she’s ever needed to know. It’s passable because it’s edible. 
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saetoru · 2 years
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okay asks are on everyone come keep me company im sad and stressed
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milo-is-rambling · 3 days
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Such a pain in the ass that cute cut pro only lets you speed videos up x4 like if I want a video sped up more than that I have to keep speeding it up x4 downloading it x4 again download again x4 again like 😭😭😭
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A poll because I can
Reblog for sample size :3
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tittysuckersworld · 1 month
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yknow whats fucked up when ypu have an unidentified illness that has inconsistent triggers and has left you half bedridden for months? that no one tells you when your seemingly getting better? its that every waking moment after will be filled with anxiety. it will be filled with more questions and charts and behaviors with things acting up that make no sence and a constant dread of "what if the worst times ive had happen again? what if i somehow get really worse again and have to be home in pain mostly for another month? why cant the doctors just have given me an explanation?". anyways im normal hi :>
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cybermeep · 4 months
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i cant believe i genuinely was able to catch a wasp in a jar back in september… the things a man can do because of friendship is crazy
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wikagirl · 5 months
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oh ye I forgor
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the stuff we made during our practical lesson this week. We made a few different variants of stollen, 3 small loafs of apple bread, husaren krapfen and these lil marzipan bunny looking things that idk the name of (if you know plz tell me they are so good and our teacher didn‘t let us keep the recepie 😭). we also made vanillekipferl and spitzbuben in different variants but the pic was hella blurry so you‘ll have to imagine them.
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the break room in the workshop builing of our school was hella cold so we ended up having a sitting circle literally in front of the oven during lunch break
and later the same day I went out with two friends and we found this potentionally passive aggressive sounding inspirational mug at a tedi
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luvjunie · 11 months
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— besos
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pairing: e-1610!miles x fem!reader
a/n: this is my gif! it took so long to find this clip + make it into a gif so pls give credit if you use it lol
summary: your makeup leaves kiss imprints all over miles’ face and neck, which you quickly have to figure out how to hide from his mother. wc: 1,033
contains: fluff, teenage romance
word bank: “besos” - kisses, “enamorado” - lover boy, “mijo” - son, “dios mio” - my god
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“Hold still…”
Your soft lips pressed testimonies of your love upon the surface of Miles’ smooth skin, your giggles of excitement muffled as you kissed his temple, the apple of his cheek, the tip of his nose, the corner of his lips— anywhere you could easily reach, really.
Steady hands cradled the dip of your back to keep you in your straddled position on his lap, gentle fingers ghosting over the fold of your waistband and one of his eyes pinched closed in preparation for more of your frenzied affection.
“Jeez, you love me love me, huh?” he laughed, his answer presented to him in the way your kisses began to trail along his jaw, then started further down the column of his neck, his pulse gently thrumming against your gloss-tinted lips as the pace of his heart quickened.
His tongue quickly swiped at his chapped lips and he allowed his eyes to fall closed with a light sigh, enjoying himself for just a moment, until the distant sound of pots clinking brought him back to where he really was, in his room, with his mother just a few paces outside, resulting in a gentle warning pat against the curve of your hip.
“Alright, alright, chill.” he chuckled breathily, slowly pulling away from you to lean back on his hands and take you in, drinking in the image of how cute you looked on his lap like this.
He didn’t need a mirror to see what his face looked like, the slightly shocked expression on yours as you covered your laugh with a hand was enough for him to go off of.
“It’s bad, isn’t it?”
You opened your mouth to speak, to tell him it wasn’t, to tell him that his face wasn’t lavished in the remnants of your brown lip gloss and liner— but you couldn’t. He was covered in them, prints of your lips garnished all over his handsome features. Your lips split apart and came back together like a fish out of water, so you simply settled for another stifled snicker and a head nod instead.
“You do know if my mom sees this on my face it’s our asses, right?” he reminded you, and as if on cue, you heard his mother’s voice project from outside, your spine standing straight, just like the hairs on the back of your neck.
“Mijo, food is ready, come eat!”
Stunned eyes locked onto Miles’ for a beat, just to see if they were as wide as yours, or if they held just as much panic— and they did. Without a word spoken you scrambled off his lap faster than you’d even gotten there in the first place, his mirroring of your movements almost causing him to tumble off the bed. The room was thrust into a discord of silenced chaos for a few panicked seconds, your body spinning in two aimless half-circles with disoriented, wafting hands; as if the ridiculous looking movement could actually assist your anxiety frazzled brain in coming up with a plan.
Miles ruffled his sheets, hands frantically splaying around to find anything that would be useful in this moment until a shirt came into your view— a hurried, whisper-shout of his name tearing from your throat to get his attention. You swiftly kicked it up from the floor with your foot, flinging it towards his face and watching as his hand shot out in front of him to catch it not even a second after you’d punted it.
The graphic t-shirt you’d found managed to scrub his face clean of the incriminating evidence, not that you had much time to check the success rate of that as you were rushed out of the room hastily, your boyfriend’s hands plastered against the lower-middle of your back to usher you out the room in large steps, your feet having to shuffle to keep up.
“Dios mio, mile—!“ his mother’s voice fell short when the two of you chaotically stumbled your way into the kitchen, your lips tucked into themselves as you stood at attention, hands politely clasped behind you, while Miles was off to the side, shoulder leaned against the adjacent wall, legs crossed and hands on his hips. Totally not suspicious.
“Oh,” she blinked, giving the two of you a quick once over. The first thing she noticed was her son’s unusual demeanor, his eyes big and brows raised high, an expression he only wore when he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to be. But what really gave it away was the strange distance of a few feet wedged between the both of you. Just over an hour ago you guys had embraced one another in a long hug after he’d opened the door to let you in—right in front of her— and now, you were suddenly acting as if you were scared to even be near each other, like you were nervous to breathe the same air in her presence.
“Mm,” she turned back towards the stove to turn the rice over in the pot, allowing the both of you to exhale a trembled breath of relief, one you realized came prematurely merely milliseconds after it left your lungs. “I think you may have missed one, enamorado.” (lover boy)
Eyes almost blowing from your skull, you swallowed hard and reluctantly shifted your head up towards your boyfriend, who was frozen in place, your gaze dropping down to the slightly smeared gloss and lip liner against the skin of his neck; a painfully visible reminder of your previous tryst.
The knowing smirk that pulled at the corner of his mother’s lips went overlooked, just as Miles let his chin fall to his chest, his arm folding over his torso and his opposite hand slapping over his abashed expression, a defeated sigh sounding from behind it.
“I’ll help you with the plates, mama rio.” you voiced your offer quietly and cleared your throat as you went to slip in beside her, which she obliged to with a light chuckle.
“Sure, sweetie.”
“I’m-“ Miles sighed, scratching the back of his neck timorously and scanning the area for an escape before a tentative finger pointed into the dining room. “I’m gonna go over there.” He decided with a swooped nod, long legs carrying him from a scolding he knew he would have to come back to once you were gone.
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f-ai-n · 6 months
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(Familial) They stole the apples from a fruit stand
Long time no diluc and kaeya (+papa crepus)! Eat your fruits kids. Don't steal tho
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phantombs · 1 year
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❛ destroy what is destroying you. ❜ from mari (krystal fc)
𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: still accepting.
“And what if I don’t want to?” It’s a question worth asking. To their every last stitch – her’s burlap, roughened, and his a fine silk – they seem fundamentally opposed. She’s a love for the sun, dons a manner like fury, and though he so loves the crack and roar of thunder, he’s a mind more like summer. Like it’s flowers. More like gold. He’s often seen her, too, her air curdled with dread, yet, as she stands here right now, she smells tenderly of cherry.
Often passing by his store, she doesn’t pass him today.
No, and looking out, curious as ever, he decides: yes, you are storm.
“Letting something you like so much take you over... I’m a greedy man, you know that? I like it.” Want it. He pours some steaming tea, freshly brewed, and allows its aroma, tangled with his store’s chrysanthemums, trickle to her. “Not everything that destroys you has to be so bad. Or is that something you just haven’t realized yet?”
(Shame. Maybe one day. Maybe like him, romantic, him with springtime and tangerines and sleep.) The tea, smelling of apple and cinnamon, is held out the window. Weird man. “You should try my tea then. You can start with worse. Of course, I will destroy a fever though. That's my job.”
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