there was actually an entire discussion tonight about the fact that i’m not allowed to be on the grill at gay gatherings. so no me flipping meats and no me being the cannibalistic sacrifice 😭 instead i get my own special grill where i can just burn random objects instead. i am considering burning entire pots of paint, old televisions, copper wire, various breakfast cereals, a plastic spatula, and my own shoes 🥰
but also why would i learn to cook when i look this pathetic? 😌 i’m being 100% seriously when i tell you that last week THREE PEOPLE offered to buy the food i was staring at in the grocery store for me 🫠🫠🫠 apparently i have a certain wretchedly stray air about me and a tendency to look longingly at everything
Saw this on Twitter (thankfully someone told me it was just a gag)
And aside from thinking "Well damn that's a horrible thing to do to a child", my first thought was, "So that's what Baby Hizashi was put in by his parents and caretakers so he wouldn't blow their eardrums out again. The muzzle treatment really did happen, huh?"
Hey, if I had to be cursed with the dark thoughts, then so do you.
Quick pic of Ingo and his adopted borrower niece (daughter?) Akari.
Not pictured here: the next few seconds, wherein Ingo realizes Akari was hiding in his coat sleeve and has a panic attack.
Followed directly by a good long safety lecture.
I feel like in this AU Akari is the more reckless twin while Rei is more cautious. (Until they are put in a room together and suddenly have but one brain cell betwixt them)
I’m so sorry to tell you all I had to cut this section out of Ch. 2 of Every Day is Christmas if the Vibes are Right:
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“Ah, finally,” Cor said into the phone, his gaze shifting to one of his armrests as he spoke, “were you still in bed?”
The voice at the other end was not pleased.
Mildly, Cor said, “I thought you were a good driver.”
That seemed to be the wrong thing to say. Dunn looked like he was biting his tongue hard to keep from bursting into laughter.
“I understand you may be somewhat on edge this morning —”
“FOR FUCK’S SAKE, COR!”
Cor held the phone away from his ear. “Yes, yes. Try not to become too well acquainted with the hedges, and tell Irvine we’ve got good news.” He hung up before the other could answer.
Dunn buried his face in his arms and shook with laughter.