imagine a claw machine but instead of dropping stuffed animals into a chute, you drop donuts into my mouth so i become the stuffed animal
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next tattoo is pigeon tattoo
yes
yes i like this idea
very good
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for the kink meme rate thingy- wireplay? :3
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Ohmygod I can’t begin to describe how much I need to play around with a robots wires until their short circuiting PLEASE!!!!
OR having MY wires pulled and messed around with!!!
I actually have a pacemaker and genuinely do have wires connected to both the inside and outside of my heart and so I have very strong feelings about cyborgs and robots and machines in general
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Hi Blake I need to let you know that today I ate Culvers for the first time due to your influence and it was just about the best cheeseburger that I've ever had. You've attracted another one to the Culver's cult
im an influencer now amen
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To me, eating well is not just about what tastes good but about the connections that are made through the food itself. I am hardly saying anything new by stating that our links to what we eat have practically disappeared beneath sheets of plastic wrap. But what are also disappearing are the wonderful, vital human connections we're able to make when we buy something we love to eat from someone who loves to sell it, who bought it from someone who loves to grow, catch, or raise it. Whether we know it or not, great comfort is found in these relationships, and they are very much a part of what solidifies a community.
Stanley Tucci, “Taste: My Life through Food”
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reggie would lose. his. shit. when he finds out about the hannah montana movie and more specifically the hoedown throwdown
o MG the hoedown throw down he would LOSE IT
julie would totally be up for it. flynn would be organising the outfits. luke would like lose his shit watching julie in her lil country outfit (idk i’m picturing like shorts and those cropped tops that you have to tie a knot in the front)
alex would be watching the whole thing like he thinks everyone’s lost the plot but once he sees them go through the dance a few times he starts tapping along until julie and reggie drag him in and it’s a BLAST
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I want peppermint ice cream and a boy. Not necessarily in that order. He can have some jce cream too.
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sometimes while i think about that while a lot of adults did not treat me very well as a kid i also get a lot of 'in hindsight this person was so good to me and i didnt even realize it until now' as an adult. today i was thinking about how the first anime convention i ever went to was when i was 10 and i asked the man working the manga cafe what manga was/what a good place to start was (because the con was very overstimulating for me and i had gotten lost) and he asked how old i was before recommending yotsuba and asking if i wanted any water or something to eat. its really simple but theres a lot of bad things that couldve happened or he could've been careless in his recommendation, but instead yotsuba has remained one of my favorite manga for years, and probably a large portion of why i continue to read manga as an adult... i think adults who try to involve kids in the world safely/kindly even in little ways make so much more of a difference than they ever really know.
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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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