ive had this fuckig image in my brain for ages. i dont know what it means
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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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Just a pair of friendly sorcerers out on a stroll~
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this is how I see them
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does anyone else form their headcanons of marinette and adrien largely on the basis of "they have to be opposite each other"? like, creation and destruction, yin and yang, etc. like Marinette being late all the time and sleeping through her alarms? so she's probably a deep sleeper? So that means, by the laws of my lovesquare headcanons according to my brain, Adrien has to be a light sleeper. Marinette is a chaotic creative person and I can imagine her just having so much STUFF all around and living in organized chaos. so therefore Adrien likes his spaces neat and clear. (also something something creation and clutter vs destruction and emptiness) you know??? ???? ? adrien and marinette headcanons just cant be independent of each other in my brain. they are always intrinsically linked
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Baby April and Raph playing <3
When I was little, and we had first gotten our dog, it was recommended that we annoy him (so that when children inevitably yanked on an ear or something he didn't go for the throat). I IMMEDIATELY volunteered for the task, and would bother him constantly (mess with his ears, poke his teeth, etc).
This ^ is something we do as a byproduct of the training. I hook a finger around one of his teeth and he'd gently shake. It reminded me of Raph and April for some reason, so I drew it! :D
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Thistle struggling to reconcile Mithrun saying Delgal’s dead with the illusion he’s been living, cracks forming on memories of a time Delgal refused soup from him.
Thistle in "Delgal’s" arms, refusing soup because he no longer feels needs.
Eating is the privilege of the living
We were supposed to have dinner together
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guess who 😈
and I have this art with beta—
I also have a lot of sketches that I hope to finish in the near future (don't pay attention to the fact that there're a lot of Howdy here....)
(hum)beta!Wally (eechy pspsps 🫴)
I don't know what else to show you, so I'll show you (the old ones) art for my mutual :]
Margo for @//thelone-copper ; (I don't know his name 😔🥄🥄🥄) for @//dxkjf
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Casey "can I eat the cone too?" Jones and Leonardo "holyshit he doesn't know what snow is" Hamato
Kinda Inspired by this post by @somerandomdudelmao
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we need more vampire characters who are squeamish at the sight of blood. that's a comedic goldmine and it's just sitting there
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anyways at the new years party i was at last night I found out that another guest is a full-time van traveller (does contract work so this is logical) and was parked outside, and, crucially, had a 19 week old black kitten in there
dear readers, i got into that van so fast. None of the stranger danger lessons stuck at all.
Sid the Kitten was a delight, and when I finally went back in the house and crashed on one of the couches, I was woken up at sunrise by my other friend's golden retriever, Zuko, who is remarkably polite but needs attention at all times.
And overall I'm counting it as a good omen for the coming year. May it be full of unexpected puppies and kittens.
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what is it about trying to learn health facts or hygeine or body care that after a certain point it tailspins into online fanaticism. why does my mom believe gut health powders meditation and sunlight mean she will never die or age. girl i just want to find a good yogurt brand
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tw: rape. 🍻
farm girl-reader who loves to visit the village after harvesting some vegetables, getting perved on by john price, who works in the pub down the road, which you regularly visit. :3
constantly trying to lure you into an alleyway, his bulbous and fat dick aching and soaking wet with pre as anticipation and lust rushes through his muscular, broad body, as he encourages you to walk with him...
you poor thing, you end up bent over, getting fucked relentlessly and raped by an older gentleman, someone you thought you could trust – or, drunk in his little cottage with the fireplace crackling, pouring alcohol down your throat whilst his fingers search places they shouldn't be. :(
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