#or any mate for that matter

[disaster-fruit]

okay JUICE TIPS juice tips.

I’m seeing my northern hemisphere mutuals suffering with the heat, and it’s time to share my knowledge on how to stay hydrated while also feeling like you’re treating yourself to something FUN and CUTE and not just trying not to die. That’s how I survive every tropical summer here with no AC.

Juices are your best friend. And you can make them so much fun.

1. If you can, make it natural.

Not everyone has the energy or the time, but if you can take an hour of your afternoon to squeeze oranges and lemons for the whole week like a madman, do it. It’s cheaper and healthier. Blend those mangos. Pineapples! Passion fruit! Your pick. You can add sugar to preserve it for longer. If you can do the next tip, you can just take one day to make ALL THE JUICE and not think about it anymore

(Remember juice made this way will be pure. You can add water when you drink to make it your preferred level of diluted, but I wouldn’t add it any time before that since that would just add volume for you to store.)

2. FREEZE EVERYTHING

I don’t know why we mostly only use ice trays for water. Anything can be turned into ice cubes if you have space in the freezer. And you can buy trays of all fun shapes and sizes. Heart shaped watermelon juice cubes?? Orange shaped orange juice cubes?? You can have it all. But you can also just have regular cube shaped cubes. Once it’s frozen, you can remove it from the tray and put it in a zip bag so it takes less space. Now you have magically preserved, possibly natural, freezing cold juice for all summer.

(And you can obviously freeze juice in popsicle trays for popsicle)

3. Syrup

Invest in colorful syrups. I like to always have at least one Red and one Blue, I go for granadine and blue curaçao (blue curaçao is alcoholic but I googled and there are non-alcoholic versions around). Pick your favorite flavor, but it matters to me that the colors are pretty. We’re gonna be using just a little bit of it, so they last a long time, specially if you have multiples to choose from.

Why? Because now you can have multi-color juice at any time. Orange juice with grenadine looks like a sunset. Blue curaçao on lemonade is like a glowing lagoon. It makes everything so cute and fun instantly.

Put one tablespoon of syrup on the bottom of a large glass, add the juice, don’t mix, and make it feel like an instant treat.

4. Sparkling water and tonic

If you like a sparkling drink, good news is it counts as hydration! With all the juice (or ice cube juice) on the glass, they’re won’t be space for a lot more, so with one can of your preferred sparkling drink you can refill your cup multiple times as the ice melts. That means 1) the drink will slowly transform as the proportions of juice and ice change. Dynamic! and 2) you don’t have to get up and prepare a brand new glass after the first one, you can make that one drink last as lot longer.

5. Invest in a fun large glass

If you feel so inclined, I think a large and pretty glass makes anything feel fancy. I have a couple pretty glasses here and colorful glass straws for my colorful juice. The goal here is to make things feel fancy and fun and not like you’re dying. After you buy it it adds no extra effort compared to putting your juice in a lame glass.

6. Decorate

Okay I rarely have the energy to actually do this part, but hey, one cherry? One lemon slice? Herbs? A little umbrella? It’s all fair game.

Anyway. We’re all adults and life sucks and summer sure fucking sucks, if making your hydration colorful and fun helps one get through the day, you should. Juice is healthy and good for you, and these tips are mostly upfront efforts with minimal upkeep. Maybe not all of them are possible or desirable for you, but in my experience having any two of these together already makes it 10x nicer.

[possessable]

when I was reading Moby Dick I used blue highlights for passages I found poignant or significant, yellow highlights for interesting moments of characterization, pink highlights for vocabulary words I wanted to take note of, and orange highlights for Ahab and Starbuck Having Their Weird Fucking Thing Going On

[the-ipre]

Hi. Come closer. Vampire Edwin feeding on Charles. Charles’ self sacrificial tendencies taken to the extreme conclusion. Edwin depending on Charles more than he can say. We even get the potential for plenty of Charles as the sun metaphors. I’m letting this simmer on the stove can’t you just taste it-

[roenters]

Artist's rendition of my fucking face upon realising the film with Edward Norton in it that I put on in the background while drawing cause everyone was on about it is actually THREE FUCKING HOURS LONG??????????????????

BROTHER WHY DID NO ONE MENTION THAT BIT??? I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT ITS ABOUT!! I LIKE TO GO IN TO THESE THINGS BLIND!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON???!!!! 😦😦

I clicked play. And screamed.

IS THAT MICHAEL SHEEN??? IT FUCKING IS MICHAEL SHEEN!!! WHO LET HIM IN HERE??? WHAT IN THE ACTUAL EVER LOVING FUCK IS HE DOING HERE. WHO LET HIM OUT OF HEAVEN. Oh my god. Aziraphale. Heaven. Kingdom of heaven. Oh my god is this where he went when he left Crowley. Oh shit. My god. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS DO MY FROM MY HEAD PIECE OF A FUCKING ANGEL AND NOW HERE I AM SCREAMING DOWN THE PHONE CAUSE MICHAEL SHEEN HAS JUST POPPED UP IN MY EDWARD NORTON SATURDAY NIGHT SUNDAY MORNING FILM THAT IS THREE HOURS INSTEAD OF THE EXPECTED ONE OR TWO!!

Oh my god it's got Jamie Lannister in it. Why did no one decide to tell me this film has an all star sodding cast??!!!! And the lad from pirates of the Carribbean what the actual hell

[lolacouldnotcareless]

shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and list the first 10 songs

i was tagged by @zeesqueere, thank you my dearest :3 <3

Another Level - Jin

Crazy Form - ATEEZ

MORE - j-hope

Like Crazy - Jimin

Hurt Me Please - Joong Archen

Heaven - Tomorrow X Together

Pray (I'll be your man) - BTOB

(?) Interlude - RM, DOMi & JD Beck

แก้มน้องนางนั้นเเดงกว่าใคร - เขียนไขและวานิช

Strangers - The Rose

i'm tagging @paulinamakes, @amygdalagustd, @disastergem, @hyperbolicgrinch and whoever wants to

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

love your chronic sonic series! just wondering if you would consider putting alt text for ur comics? it’s a bit hard to read the text sometimes

I’m glad you’re liking it! Unfortunately as much as I’d like to type everything up so its easier for y’all to read, I’m trying to keep this as stress-free for me as possible so I don’t burn out. The extra effort of typing up all the text doesn’t sound like much but I know myself well enough to know that if I add one more step to posting I’d very likely end up just not drawing or doing anything at all. If i had a bit more energy I’d be so down to do it but unfortunately for now y’all might have to put up with my occasional blurry chicken scratch :’D

[tomlivingspace]

exept they very much show up in the graphic novel grow up

GROW UP? damn... guess ill go do that..... bye warrior cats.........

[siixkiing]

Hey Macaque, why does Wukong call you babygirl?

"You get a five minute head start and I hope you've been vaccinated."

The shadow cudgel forming in the ebony simian's hand and a couple thousand or so clones popping up around him. Clearly not amused.

"Start running."

[rosenecklaces]

Gwynriels don't like Azriel I truly don't know why the fuck they exist then keep his name out of your fucking mouth.jpg

[fertbutt]

playing clangen is rlly funny because i HATEEEE the one sprite where the cat is super skinny and front-facing i think it's so ugly but it appears for both short-furred and medium-furred cats even though i like some of the other short and medium-furred cat sprites. so in order to avoid having any ugly front-facing cats in my clans i have to resort to killing any babies that are born with medium or short fur. like committing atrocities to keep the pure long-furred genes aflow. i have sent so many newborn kits to starclan because they were born with short or medium fur.

[1-ufo]

In what world do the manufacturers of frozen gluten free pizza live in where they all think it’s fine to print: cook directly on the oven rack no need for a pan

When they gotta know full damn well most people who are gluten free ain’t gonna risk THAT cross contamination bullshit.

I’d love to make my pizza that way! It’s better! But fuck unless my oven is brand new never been used by other people cooking gluten in it I will never! Even if I cleaned it a million times bruh in what world.

[melit0n]

the first thing i feel when you write me something sweet is pure joy, and followed shortly after is a twinge of guilt that i cant put my thoughts into words as beautifully as you can. i hope you know that every time we talk it makes my entire day, and to be known by you is such a gift. i painted you this song thrush, because when you showed me its call i was taken aback by how unique and bright it was, just like you. i hope i get to hear one in person some day, maybe even while sitting next to you <3 from the bottom of my heart, thank you for bringing so much warmth into my life, mel. ☀️

Kept this in my askbox for a while because OH MY GOD.

Lynn. Love. Bossman. I'm going to implode.

Each time I get to have a little chat with you, even if we're hours apart, it always, always gives me a warm feeling in my chest. Waking up to, or, in fact, after going to sleep, seeing your messages, is a very special part of my day/night, and I am forever grateful that you decided to interact with me. I love seeing your flowers and your sunsets, or yapping about Sleep Token, and I don't think I will ever not.

And a SONNGGG THRUSH?????? NEW FAVOURITE BIRD UNLOCKED. ALL OTHER SONGBIRDS STEP ASIDE LYNN HAS MADE THIS MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE.

It's song ☹️ reminds you 🥺 of me 😭

Swimming across the Atlantic right now. Lynn. When I get you Lynn.

Thank you for making me love winter, and thank you for being you. When the autumn leaves rustle as you walk by, know they speak of you and all your loveliness.

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

Ok i know it’s dumb as hell and means absolutely nothing, but one of my least favourite popular tumblr jokes is that one about a salmon getting all freaked out because we named the colour salmon after it’s flesh. It just hits my biology pet peeve so hard bc i hate it when people assign human morals and values to animals. I hate it even more if they’re INACCURATE ones. The majority of animals are opportunistic cannibals. Fish eat other fish. Toss some chum in the water and it looks like it’s in a rolling boil. A salmon would not be freaked out that we devour it’s flesh on a regular basis, because they would gladly eat each other if the opportunity presents itself. I went to a salmon farm on the south island once, and one of the gimmicks was you could catch your own fish (it was as fun as shooting fish in a barrel–or rather a large, enclosed pond, but you get the picture). You toss in a handful of feed pellets and nothing happens. Absolute silence. I dropped it right on top of a passing fish and it gave me the stink-eye. If i was prone to anthropomorphising i’d say one could almost sense their fishy disdain. Some guy gave us a piece of salmon to use as bait, and the instant that piece of flesh hit the water it was like a bomb had gone off. Every single fish in a ten meter radius converged on that single point and fought each other for the chance to devour their brethren. The hook was in the water for 3.5 seconds on average. If a salmon was cognisant enough to talk, it’s main beliefs would be DEVOUR. FEAST. FLESH. FLESH. FLESH.

Also while we’re on the topic, the life process of a salmon is so utterly alien and unthinkable to a human, the ‘being eaten’ part would rank so low on their list of Fucked Up Shit it’s not even worth talking about. you hatch in a river with no parents, no name, and no one to guide you or tell you who you are. You simply am. your mother laid up 10,000 eggs, but you are one of the 15% who hatched. You and your siblings were born to die, only a scant handful will reach maturity. When you’re big enough, an unknown force tells you GO TO THE OCEAN. You don’t know why. Hell, you don’t even know what the ocean is, but you don’t have a choice in the matter, your body has already changed so much that you can’t survive in freshwater any longer, if you don’t leave your nursery, you will die. You spend 1-7 years in the ocean, swimming the length of the continental united states of america (as far as alaska), until one day the unknown force tells you IT IS TIME and it tells you to retrace your steps (fins?) and return to the SAME STREAM YOU WERE BORN IN. you do this by smell in a way that baffles the apes studying you. Your body metamorphosizes into a SUPER SEXY version of yourself. Your entire body begins to slowly deteriorate, all energy goes to swimming and your reproductive organs. Getting eaten by a bear would be the kindest, cleanest death at this stage. You travel up rivers by swimming against the current, jumping small waterfalls, ect. If you’re one of the survivors who successfully mates, then your life ends here. You spend your last 15 days in the river you were born in, mating as much as possible if you’re male, or guarding your clutch of eggs if you're female, until your body slowly disintegrates. Maybe you find this horrific. Maybe you find this peaceful and satisfying. Getting named after a colour is low on your list of cares rn.

[anxietyfrappuccino]

okay, so these guys came into the library like they owned the place, had lockeroom talk loud enough to make it everyone's business, and holy shit, it was like hearing jocks out of movie, funny and obnoxious all at once

[lacyblades]

౨ৎ baby daddy!satoru who wants needs you back.

in fact, you should've known he was playing a game the instant that text blinked onto your screen: pick your daughter up from his place, not school. a casual oops, totally forgot it was your day! that sent a shiver of unease down your spine.

what choice did you really have? the entire drive to that too-familiar house, your nerves were a tangled mess. pulling into the driveway, parking crookedly in your haste, the only thing screaming in your head was this used to be ours.

this small, unassuming house, a world away from the sterile grandeur of his old penthouse. the first grand gesture of your marriage had been this new place.

"the bigger the house," satoru had murmured against your bare skin that first night, "the further i'd have to be from you." so, your mornings had begun with tangled limbs and hurried kisses, and your evenings had ended in the same breathless way.

it had been the kind of dizzying happiness you foolishly thought would last forever. but then the cracks had started to show – the endless work trips, the hollow promises of things changing. he had gotten better, ironically, after the papers were signed.

satoru stood in the doorway, that infuriatingly charming, utterly knowing smirk plastered across his face. your gaze darted around the living room, a quick, almost desperate search. "where's she?" you asked, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice.

his reply was a casual flick of his wrist. "oh, she's at a friend's."

a harsh scoff escaped you. arms crossed tight against your chest, you scoffed, "what? why? i drove all the way out here!"

"you were coming anyway," he purred, those soft puppy-dog eyes locking onto yours. "i can bring her back later. thought we could, you know… catch up."

"catch up?" you repeated, incredulous. "are you serious right now? we're not catching up, satoru. we're divorced."

but those eyes. they always had been your undoing. and somehow, against your better judgment, you found yourself agreeing to this ridiculous "catch-up." you'd pictured awkward small talk over lukewarm tea, maybe a stale cookie.

not this. not being bent in a cruel mating-press, his body a brutal, insistent press against yours, fucking you with a desperate hunger that stole your breath and any semblance of rational thought.

"god, it's been so fucking lo- long since i felt this," he grunted, his hips slamming into you with a possessive force that made you cry out. "this tight little cunt clenching - shit - around me like that."

"ah, 'toru," you gasped, your fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back, clinging on for dear life.

"been even longer si- since i heard you say my name like that." his sweaty bangs were plastered to his forehead, a flush creeping up his neck. his pace was relentless, each thrust deeper, harder, a raw, primal need driving him. he hadn't touched anyone since you, didn't want to.

tears streamed down your face, a messy mix of pain and something dangerously close to pleasure. and that bastard, your soon-to-be-not-ex-husband-anymore, thought you looked beautiful. his thick cock stretched you, filled you completely, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

"did you miss this, huh?" he muttered, his voice thick with lust. "because i fucking did. bet- bet no one else makes you feel like this."

a choked whine escaped you as his teeth sank into your shoulder, a stinging sensation hitting. you can't think of a response, literally. you can't even think of your own name - you can't remember.

all that mattered was the way he was making you feel, the dizzying spiral of sensation. and in the name of "catching up," he makes you come, at least half a dozen shattering orgasms ripping through you before he finally relented, burying his face in the space between your tits.

he looked up at you, panting, a triumphant smile playing on his lips. "so… about moving back in?"

fuck those puppy-dog eyes.

[kermdoeswriting]

Don't Call Me That

Dick isn't entirely sure what it is about their newest teenaged recruit Phantom, but the guy absolutely gives him the creeps.

He knows it isn't the implication of a realm of ghosts being a real thing, no matter how much that implication has rattled his brain. But it is something, something else.

There was just some kind of certain air surrounding Phantom that tended to put Dick on edge whenever they're near each other.

It also doesn't help that the guy has the tendency to do things normal people wouldn't really do. Things like talking to the empty air like he's having a genuine conversation or staring off into one spot of the room like a cat watching a corner of the wall while hunting.

Things like bringing sudden chills to Dicks skin whenever he passes by or the way he seems to constantly breathe out cold air like a dragon for the fun of it.

Dick has caught him doing all of these things multiple times and most times, despite scaring him slightly, they were just harmless things about his newest team-mate.

But right now it wasn't really about that at all. Right now he's more annoyed than afraid of him.

For some reason recently, Phantom has been greeting him by his old hero persona rather than his new one. And its been eating at Dick every single time it happens, being reminded of the time he had first switched costumes and names to distance himself from Batman as a whole.

Except this time the person saying it had never even MET him in his original suit, so having Phantom calling him Robin was aggravating him faster than any of the other more important issues he should be dealing with were.

Dick originally attributed to it possibly being some sort of hero worship that he was going through, an attempt to impress him with his past history as knowledge. God knows, Tim wasn't any better when he had first met the poor kid at his doorway all those years ago.

But then Phantom had revealed that he hadn't even known Gotham was a real city nor did he know who Batman was up until a few months ago. That had set Dicks mental alarm bells off all over again.

It was weird all over and since it was just outright weird, Dick had decided to pull him aside to talk to the younger teen about it.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't call me by that name, Phantom" He had started off, watching as Phantom went through confused faces to figure out what this conversation was about. Dick just continued on.

"The name, Robin, is just really special to me and my family. And I stopped going by that name years ago, it would feel wrong to be called that again when I've outgrown it."

Phantom looked less confused now as it seemed to click altogether about what he had been talking about. The teen tilted his head at him, looking over him for a second before doing another one of his cat stares at the dead air behind him.

Dick just sighed for a moment but watched as Phantom came back into focus and genuinely looked somewhat apologetic.

"I'm sorry," Phantom started off sheepishly, eyes looking towards the floor for a second before looking back at his. "I didn't know you both went by that name at some point. I had mostly been greeting the little ghost attached to your side, not you, sir"

Dick froze at the wording, looking at Phantom with wide eyes. Phantom just continued without even looking at him.

"He always seems to be around you a lot and he was excited when he realized I could see him so I started greeting him whenever he was with you. I'm sorry if it made you uncomfy doing so."

Dicks breath hitched a bit before eventually choking out all the questions he had trapped in his throat. The suddenness made Phantoms eyes land back on his face again.

"What... What little boy? Did he say his name? What was he wearing?"

Phantom tilted his head again at Dick, looking more confused at Dicks confusion.

"What do you mean? It's Robin wearing the Robin costume?"

Phantom suddenly looked over to the dead air behind him again for a second, nodding his head and humming a bit before turning his attention back to Dick.

"He told me to say 'Big Bird you're such a dolt' to you. I don't know what that means but-"

Dick couldn't hear anything else Phantom was even saying to him. His breathing stopped and all he could feel was a small chill behind him, seemingly surrounding him in a small way that reminded him of a certain boys hug.

"Jason?"