#raspberry supremacy

[framboises-supremacy]

i love raspberries. nothing else to say. thank you for listening <3

[peachesofteal]

cw: noncon, smidge of watersports

Can't stop thinking about Captain Riley being gone for an extended period of time and worrying about you at home so much he arranges someone to check in on you. Make sure you're taking care of yourself, eating, sleeping, drinking water... everything. Ensuring you're healthy and happy in every way that's needed.

Kate's the most logical choice. She lives off base but close, close enough it's not an imposition, and Simon trusts her. He makes sure you know to expect her occasionally, tells you she has a key.

The first time she comes by is a quick check in. She's unobtrusive, looking you over before asking if you need anything, and then going on her way.

The second time...

You don't hear her come in. You're tossing and turning in the bed, naked from the waist down, grinding against the heel of your palm, trying to ease the ache between your legs. You don't even realize she's standing in the doorway until it's too late, and she's pulling the sheet down to expose you. You scream and snap your legs closed, but she shakes her head. Pries your knees apart.

"Do you need help?"

"What? No- no-"

"Hmm," she traces your folds and holds her fingers up to the light. They glisten with the evidence. "I think you do." Her thumb slides over your clit and you shake your head.

"I don't... ah- I don't think you're- you're not supposed to..."

"Actually, your daddy wanted you to be taken care of in any way necessary. He knows sometimes you have trouble making this pussy come, don't you?" You groan as she presses harder, rubbing your clit in a circle.

"N-no," you try to deny her. This is wrong.

"Yes, honey, you do, I know." A lithe finger slips inside you, and she hums. "Oh you're tight. Such a tight little girl for your daddy." You try to run up the bed, legs kicking, but she grabs you under the knee and holds you firm. "Be good, or I'll have to tell him you misbehaved." You're clenching around her, body betraying you, and fat tears roll down your cheeks. "Look at you. I bet you make your daddy crazy with this sweet little virgin pussy, don't you?" Your cheeks heat. How does she know?

"I d-don't want you." She moves closer, close enough she splits you around her thighs, spreading you wider.

"I know princess, but until your daddy comes home, I have to help, alright?" She's fucking you with her hand now, pressing deep, and you're holding your breath, trying to stave off your orgasm, trying to refuse her. "Come on, come for me pretty girl. You can do it."

"I c-can't I c-c-can't-" Even as you deny it, you tremble, trying to hold yourself back, fighting a losing battle. When you grit your teeth, still trying to resist, she sighs, and presses her free hand down firmly on your lower belly. "AH!" She chuckles.

"Maybe you need to pee instead?" The feelings are confusing. You're warm and tingling, and something inside you wants to be released, the pressure on your belly growing more firm. It feels good. It feels bad.

"No, nonono-"

"It will feel good. My little girl at home does it when she comes sometimes. Do you want to let it out?"

"No stop! Stop p-please." She presses harder and you gasp.

"Are you going to come for me?" She flicks your clit faster.

"Y-yes, yes- I... oh god, oh-" She lets go, and so do you, coming as you scream, tear stained face scrunched up, chest heaving, blissfully drifting as she gets you a glass of water and pats your thigh.

"Such a good girl."

[red-dyed-sarumane]

i love to be like "i dont like strawberry" & then get strawberry treats & go "this would be better if it werent strawberry" when i eat them

[beat-lee]

to me, there’s nothing better than tummy tickles. there’s just so many adorable ways to go about tickling it that it just makes me so soft <3

classic finger scribbles? check!

raspberries/nuzzling? check!

gentle strokes with a feather? check!

belly button pokes? check!

in conclusion, i believe in tummy tickles supremacy. thank you for listening 💕🙂‍↕️

[phightingheadcanons]

I think horns have slight tastes to them, like if you licked one it'd taste like something,, kind of. and also they look like gummies/jelly in direct sunlight.

Rocket's taste like blue raspberry

Sword's are regular raspberry to match

Medkit's taste like green apple

Biograft tastes like metal but if they werent a robot it'd be a really sweet orange flavour

Katana tastes like cheeries :)

Shuriken tastes like those cheap gummy frogs/sharks

Hyperlaser's taste(d) like wildberries

Subspace's just taste like rot. :(

thats all i have but. yk. gummy horns supremacy!!!

How many licks do you think it takes to get to the center of a inphernal horn

[wisted-twunderland]

Happy Birthday, @veilofthorns! :D

A scenario for @veilofthorns and her TWST OC, Kissy.

Idia x F!MC, rated E for everyone

There was a girl in the board game club room. If Idia had a level bar for his experience with girls, it would be at level zero. That’s why he was standing in the doorway of the classroom, frozen still. He had heard about the new student that had somehow managed to worm her way into an all boys’ school. Some kind of extenuating circumstances. Maybe she was an exchange student? From like a princess school or something? Azul was talking with her, offering to tutor her (for a price) seeing as she was a new student, and the girl rebuffed him politely. She looked up at Idia. 

“Hi there!” she said brightly.

Idia stammered and shielded himself with his board game. 

“Eh? Huh?”

“Idia, this is Kissy. She is the newest member of the board game club,” said Azul. “Come have a seat.” He smiled at Idia over his glasses, knowing full well he was putting him on the spot.

Idia grumbled, and said to himself under his breath, “If there was going to be an event of this difficulty, someone should have let me know beforehand…”

“Sorry, what was that?” said Kissy.

“Never mind,” mumbled Idia, and he slowly scooted himself over to the table, seating himself as far away as possible from the new girl.

Idia peeped at her from out of the corner of his eye. She had hair the color of a raspberry gummy bear, and half of it was pulled onto the top of her head in a jaunty ponytail. Her big eyes were framed by round spectacles. She was cute.

Idia felt his face get hot. Wait, what?!? 

“Alright Idia, what game did you bring today?” said Azul. 

“T-this one,” said Idia, setting the game on the table sheepishly. Why did she have to be here? 

“It’s an expansion pack for the Supremacy, the deck-buiding game we played last week.”

“Oh, I think I’ve played a game a lot like that one back home,” said Kissy, “You have to build your deck to accumulate money and win points, right?”

“You know this one?” said Idia in disbelief.

“Well, I’ve played one that looks really similar. Deal me in, please!” said Kissy. 

Idia dealt the starter cards to each person at the table and began laying out the cards they would use for the round, thoughtfully selected by him to interact with one another.

“Oh yeah,” said Kissy, “I brought some cookies,” said Kissy. She pulled a container from her bag at her feet and popped off the lid. 

Idia’s eyes snapped up as the smell of sweets washed over him. 

“Ah, I will pass, thank you,” said Azul, frowning as his eyes wandered wistfully over the baked goods.

“I-I’ll take one, please,” said Idia, “I mean, ugh…” He had spoken without thinking. So much for going unnoticed. 

Kissy smiled brightly and handed him two cookies. “Here you go!” Oh. She was really pretty when she smiled like that. The table of students stared at Idia, waiting for him to take them and for the game to begin. 

“Idia, please, take them and let’s begin,” said Azul, sounding pained. Kissy’s hand had stopped in front of Azul’s face as she reached across the table to Idia, and Azul’s face was one of agony as he resisted temptation. 

“Uh, t-thanks,” said Idia. He finished dealing out the cards and took a bite. 

!!!!!!

They were really good?!?

“Eh? Huh? No way, did you make these?!” said Idia.

“Yeah, Grim and I made them at the dorm! I used to make this recipe all the time, it’s a favorite in my family.” 

Idia devoured the next cookie in two quick bites. “So good,” he said around a mouthful of cookie, “These are like ‘HP fully restored’, whee hee.” 

Idia jumped as Kissy laughed. Oh no. He said something dumb. Ugh, what was it with this girl that was making him act like an omega nerd?

“Whatever, let’s just play.” 

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“And with this card, I get two more actions, and I can collect up to two cards from the trash,” said Kissy. She had a long line of cards in front of her, and helped herself to some castoff cards. “So that leaves me with one purchase and 8 gems, so I’ll get a Kingdom card.” 

“Whee hee hee,” giggled Idia, “You’re totally spamming that card trio.” 

“Well, that’s what you picked this combo for, right?” said Kissy, picking up the cards she had earned.

“Heh, yeah, it’s totally OP. I just didn’t expect anyone else to use it.” 

“My turn,” said Azul. Using my Dwarf, I can pick two jewels from my discard pile. I’ll take the diamond and the platinum, giving me a total of 8, which I will use to buy the last Kingdom card. And that’s game.” He smiled smugly. 

The players began counting up their winning cards. As Idia sorted his cards, he felt his eyes drawn to Kissy. She was sorting her cards into piles based on category, mumbling under her breath to add the totals. Her hands were really small, and her nails were teeny. Cute.

“Idia? What’s your total?” said Azul.

“Huh? Oh, uh-umm…” Idia quickly tallied his cards. “36.”

Azul smiled smugly and pushed his glasses further up on his nose. “You’re off your game today, Idia, quite literally. Looks like I’ve won with 40 points.” He stood up briskly. “I must be off, I have to prepare for Mostro’s Lounge’s opening tonight.”

The other board game members said their goodbyes and began leaving. 

“That was really fun!”

“Eh?!” The cards Idia was holding slid from his hands and dropped onto the table. Kissy had suddenly appeared beside him, and was picking up the remaining cards to sort them. 

“You picked a good combination of cards,” she said.

“W-well, you did pretty okay, for a normie,” said Idia. Kissy laughed. 

“I don’t know if I would call myself that,��� she said, “But I mean, what is normal, really?” 

“Pfft,” Idia grinned. “Well compared to me, you totally are.” 

His hand bumped into hers as they both reached to put the cards back into their slot. He recoiled as if her hand was a hot poker. “S-sorry,” he stammered. His hands were perpetually cold, and they were probably sweaty. She was definitely gonna be grossed out. 

“You’re fine,” said Kissy, smiling at him. She continued to put away cards, as if nothing had happened, while Idia remained largely frozen. Kissy’s smile caused paralysis, and he was unable to move. 

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“Heeeee…” Idia giggled to himself as he walked down the hallway, causing the students around him to hurry away. The new expansion pack for Supremacy had just arrived that morning. This one was dark-magic themed, and introduced a night cycle and cards that could only be played at the end of the turn. Kissy had been talking about this one; Sam had it in his store but it was expensive. Idia had ordered it that same day. Apparently there really were perks to being the son of a multi-billion dollar research company. 

“Wonder what she’ll bring todaaaaaay…” Idia sang to himself. Every week, Kissy brought one of her top notch baked goods; brownies, cupcakes, cookies, toffees…

“Whatever it is, it’s gonna heal all my status effeeeeeeects…”

He threw open the door to the classroom. 

“Hey guys, I got the…” He froze.

The classroom was totally empty, except for Kissy. 

“W-w-w-where is everybody?” said Idia. 

“Um, I guess they couldn’t come,” said Kissy.

“Wh-w-w-what?! So it’s just…only…you??” Idia could feel the tips of his hair turning pink.

“Yeah,” said Kissy, “But we can still have fun. I brought baklava today; you like it, right? Ooh, is that the new expansion?” Kissy reached for the box.

Idia swung the box out of her reach. Since when did this become a boss fight?!

“I-I-I just remembered, I can’t come today either,” said Idia. “I am totally underleveled for this…” he mumbled under his breath. 

“What? You just got here!” said Kissy. 

Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Idia liked Kissy, in fact, he liked her A LOT, so much so that the thought of being alone in the same room as her made him feel like he was going to combust. 

“I need to go,” Idia squeaked, darting out of the room.

“Hey, wait!” said Kissy, following after him. 

Idia started running down the hall, but he only went a few yards before he was completely winded. 

“Totally…underleveled…” he wheezed. 

A hand on Idia’s elbow caused him to jump three feet in the air.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” said Kissy. 

Her brows were all furrowed. Her face looked cute like that. She was worried about him.

Idia stammered for several seconds, trying to eek out an excuse as he scooted away. 

Before he could say anything, Kissy said, “Oh, I get it.” 

She clasped her hands in front of her and studied the floor.

What? What did she mean?

Kissy looked up and smiled at him. “I’ve scared you off. Sorry, I must have come on too strong…” She was smiling, but Idia could see little tears at the corners of her eyes. 

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, her voice breaking a little bit. “This always happens.” She chuckled humorlessly. “I’ve never been good at being friends with guys.” She turned to go. 

“W-wait,” Idia’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist, then dropped it immediately. Ugh, he had touched her with his gross cold hands. Critical fail!

“See?” said Kissy. Tears were falling down her face now. “You’re grossed out even just to touch me…” Her bottom lip began to tremble. 

“No, it’s because I LIKE YOU!!”

…

Huh? Did he just say that? Oh crap. He just picked the wrong dialogue option. This would definitely lead to the bad ending. Idia felt himself go to mush, and time seemed to slow down. So much for eating her delicious sweets, and seeing her smile, and talking about games with her. It’s funny, he had started looking forward to Board Game club more than the next chapter of his favorite manga, more than the next story event in his favorite gacha game. Because of her. He couldn’t remember a time he was this psyched about something. But now it was over, because he blew it. 

Kissy sniffed, and Idia was brought back to the present. 

“You do?”

…

“AUGH!” he squeaked. It was time for a strategic retreat. Better to go now than lose what progress he had.

He turned on his heel and walked towards the opposite end of the hall, his skinny arms and legs pumping to get him out of there as fast as possible. This would all be over soon, he would be back safe in his room, and this memory would only haunt him every night for the rest of his life as he tried to fall asleep. 

“Wait!” Kissy grabbed his wrist. Eh? Idia was immobilized; her moves inflicting status effects were way too strong!

She gave him a watery smile.

“I like you too, Idia. I like you a lot!”

Huh? HUHHHHHHH?!?!?!? 

This couldn’t be right, he was an omega nerd loser who only left his room when absolutely necessary, he had cold sweaty fish hands, there was no WAY a cute girl like her would…

Kissy laughed and wiped her eyes with her free hand. Then her hand around his wrist slid down and squeezed his hand. 

Idia could see the pink glow of his hair reflecting off of the walls of the corridor. He groaned and put his hand over his eyes. 

“Why are you so OP…” he whined. But he didn’t let go of her hand. 

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Figured I would save Tori propaganda for a later round when she actually needs it, but... since we're talking about getting loud about women, sure, let's do a premature victory lap for this round!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kpk_ZjdGPnE&ab_channel=Al%C3%A9a%27sChannel

As one of the top commenters on this performance put it: "She REALLY puts herself out there, not just through her lyrics but also through her playing and singing. At points in this performance she appears almost possessed by the song, singing in tongues. The courage to write and perform this way is something had by very few."

If you think anyone on this planet is doing it like Tori, you're dead wrong. She gets compared to so many of her peers and seems to get underplayed by many '90s fans, which is embarrassing for them. Tori is incomparable. She is a true artist, and gives off that slight vibe of madness that I sort of need an artist to have. Insanely skilled pianist with a haunting voice and lyrics that go from precise to bizarre, but she conveys the meaning anyway. She's also sexual in a completely unpandering way, a way that feels raw and animal and witchy and real. From the linked song: "I want to smash the faces of those beautiful boys, those Christian boys. So you can make me cum; that doesn't make you Jesus." And for the girls, Raspberry Swirl: "Everybody knows I'm her friend, and everybody knows I'm her man." She said that straight men are tortured by her shows and that's why you never see them there. I believe in Tori supremacy.

💕💕💕

[acheronist]

sending u a full palette but like. navy steel raspberry (yzerplan supremacy) and mulberry 🥰 ur drw oracle status enthralls me

come here let me give u a kiss and tell you about my prophetic hockey dreams

[theeverlastingshade]

Hotline TNT recently returned with a new single called "Julia's War" (which is a fun nod to the influential DIY label run by Douglas Dulgarian, who is also the frontman/creative mastermind of the excellent Philly band They Are Gutting a Body of Water), and it's the first song that they've shared from their highly anticipated 3rd LP, Raspberry Moon. RM will be the first HT record made by the full band instead of constructed piece meal by frontman/founder Will Anderson, and the fuller sounding arrangements and intuition on display give plenty of credence to that narrative. The sheer anthemic force of "Julia's War" sounds like a leap forward, but the visceral approach coupled with the enhanced fidelity work in service of pure immediacy.

This is easily one of the most rousing and accessible songs that HT have ever released, but the power-pop element that's propelled many of their best songs being a more prominent component than usual never threatens to render the proceedings rote. Sure, the wordless vocal coos might come off like cheap placeholders for something more distinctive and fleshed out, but it's hard to deny the potency of that vocal melody, especially when propped up by that gloriously fuzzy guitar work. This is HT's bid for stadium supremacy; they're spiritually playing to the cheap seats within a genre that shrivels up when confronted by the prospect of true rockstardom. Although it bums me out to hear the pedalboard ingenuity of Nineteen in Love's finest moments further in the rear view, its impressive to hear HT continuing to quickly grow into the sort of versatile outfit that shoegaze alone can't contain.

[swagging-back-to]

ok so review;

lotus root has a weird texture and flavor kinda like Mcdonalds fries but a bit grainier and more bitter.

golden berry tastes like raspberry and pomegranate combined wit mango and also it looks like tomatillo.

longan is delicious and tastes just like lychee

bayberry supremacy

winter jujubes are better than regular jujubes by literally an entire thousand miles.

tofu knots (dried bean curd) is incredible

[centrally-unplanned]

Wait, hold up, this logic is pretty sus. Not awful, but not the whole picture. Three big points: A: Warfare today ain't like warfare in WW2. In 1942 the US had to mount up a task force with specially-prepared refueling ships to send out two aircraft carriers on two weeks sailing into the middle of nowhere below just to pretend to bomb Japan:

Meanwhile today currently deployed missiles on Okinawa can strike half of the Asian continent in hours:

The "tempo" of a naval military operations is just radically different now. Japan in WW2 could never hope to, post "decisive battle", strike a single one of the major US naval shipyards to disable production. All they could do was win defensive battles. Meanwhile, if the US were to fight an opening battle against China that was so decisive as to give the US uncontested naval and air supremacy (big if, just roll with me), the air and naval assets on hand could strike every single Chinese port with a wave of missiles and bombers instantly. Now, you can debate how well that will work and how likely that will be, not doing that here - the point is just that Decisive Battle Doctrine is now eminently reasonable in a way that it was never for Japan. The plan is coherent.

B: The United States would not, in any way, be fighting on "China's shores offensively from California". It would be fighting on Taiwan & Japan's shores defensively:

The US has never been planning a solo offensive against China, it is serving as part of a defensive alliance with regional partners out of an extant network of heavily developed bases and strike positions. Refueling and logistics will be based out of Taiwan, Okinawa, Luzon, and Kyushu. This is a logistical tie in a lot of ways, China is obviously "closer" than the US but not as close as Taiwan, the actual battleground! Generally the goal is for the Philippines & South Korea to join as well - more speculative, sure, but not unreasonably so (well, pre-Trump, but that is an own-goal)

C: There is a pretty common illusion about the US shipbuilding in WW2, namely that before the war the US must have been a massive player in commercial shipping? But it was not - US shipbuilding completely failed to keep up with the post-Civil War revolutions in steam shipping, and while due to cabotage laws (Jones Act!! *shakes fist*) we had a large freshwater shipping merchant marine, only 8% of US international trade pre-WW1 was carried on domestically-made ships. A state which didn't really reverse itself after WW1 - most amazingly, "between 1922 and 1928 not a single oceangoing ship was built in the US"!

What actually happened in WW2 is that - with some prep in the late 1930's - the US engaged in a crash course re-industrialization where ship tonnage output increased thousands-fold in a few years. There was not a previous base gigantic shipping industry to pivot (though mothballed WW1 shipyards certainly helped), one was built from scratch. For a tangent, this actually is load-bearing for how stupid Japan was! Ludicrously stupid, yes, but ehh maybe 5% less than you thought - they saw a US in the 1930's that did not output any ships in quantity, and thought maybe WW1 wouldn't repeat itself.

All of this is to say that current civilian shipbuilding capacity is not that indicative of future military shipbuilding capacity. And this makes sense, as the vast majority of civilian ships add no value to a military conflict! All of that has to be retooled. Are ships even going to be the production constraint? Can China make enough missiles to arm the ships its shipyards could put out? Armor plating? Radar systems? Fuel? Can the US, for good measure? To be clear I totally bet China will have the advantage here - just that the headline "230:1" numbers are pretty meaningless. That is fake info.

(There is a quantity vs quality debate here in modern military circles - could you just output 10,000 motorboats with machine guns piloted by raspberry pi's and overwhelm a Ticonderoga-class cruiser? We may learn someday, but there are many who think not - all of those 10,000 motorboats will be shot to scrap by precision-targeted long range munitions. This was the equivalent US experience in Gulf War 1, which has been instrumental to US doctrine - Iraq had one of the largest armoured forces in the world, and all those tanks meant nothing in the face of modern air superiority.)

C.5: Finally, just to tie things back to point B - the plan isn't to fight a solo offensive war. It is to fight an allied defensive war. With South Korea and Japan. Which, well:

Each country has its own strengths and specializations, with China dominating at around 45% of the shipbuilding market. South Korea and Japan follow closely, making up 93% of global shipbuilding output.

Oh hey look at that - South Korea & Japan outproduce China. Other numbers say China does by the way, you can measure things differently. But I think you get the point.

Anyway, shockingly, US military planners are not a bunch of fucking dumb dumbs? Congress is, but when DoD sits down to plan out a military op they think through the basics. No one is saying China's manufacturing dominance isn't a huge issue, DoD has been saying that very loudly for decades. But they aren't planning a Pickett's Charge in response - or at least not one as obviously so as the above outlines.

Criticizing the logic of the Navy endlessly waiting for Godot in terms of frigate design without ever examining the even more lopsided logic of how the Navy is supposed to use that frigate is self-defeating. Currently, the idea is that the Navy will use said frigate to fight a war on the other side of the Pacific, against an industrially superior power, while lacking the capacity to sustain logistics, replace casualties, or repair combat damage. No serious American military planner from the mid-twentieth century (back when the United States enjoyed a massive industrial advantage compared to the rest of the world) would consider this to be a coherent or practical goal to begin with. Let us thus put the real nature of the issue at stake in the most blunt terms possible: the Navy is being asked to maintain the dream of the American empire. Lacking a political class willing to seriously acknowledge or address the very real crisis this empire now faces, the burden of that political crisis is being shifted onto the shoulders of admirals and generals who were never intended to take on that role in the first place, nor do they have the capability to do so. Yet even so, by promising some unspecified, undefinable capability at some hazy point in the future, the Navy is, in its own peculiar way, doing the best job it can with the hand it has been dealt. This job cannot be done by delivering a handful of unremarkable Italian frigates, frigates the Navy cannot realistically repair in wartime nor fully crew in peacetime in any case. The Navy is not just building ships; it is trying to shield an increasingly fragile American leadership class from reality, and like the other services, it is paying a ruinous cost to do so.

Once you deliver some frigates it can be clear that frigates are shit but you can do so much with having everyone imagine a frigate, an imaginary frigate could do anything!

[immaculate-deceptions]

un popular opinion: raspberries are better than strawberries

[clownsuu]

If DJMM had a themed meal at the pizzaplex, what do you think it’d be?

For some reason my first thought was a spam musubi-

but all honesty? I’m not sure! When I created him I had a subconscious inspiration from some tropical cultures- so possibly something tropical if anything

what I do know is his flavor for sodas and candies would either be cotton candy or blue raspberry- (or possibly coconut- but artificial coconut flavor tastes like ass)

[sunsoothed]

this or that tag game!

thank you @ahenix for the tag!

light colours or dark colours / long nails or short nails / boots or sneakers  / cold weather or hot weather / high waisted jeans or low waisted jeans / crop tops or band t-shirts / cool showers or hot showers / kpop or pop / day or night / sunset or sunrise / singing or rapping / chocolate or candy / apples or bananas / writing or reading / coffee or tea / strawberries  or raspberries  / roses or tulips / tattoos or no tattoos / piercings or no piercings / night drives or evening walks / long hair or short hair / chokers or necklaces / soda or energy drinks  / hot sandwiches or cold sandwiches / stay up or go to sleep early / dogs or cats / horses or sheep / pasta or rice  / bubble tea or banana milk / nude lipstick or red lipstick / dyed hair or natural hair / texting or calling

blank version:

light colours or dark colours / long nails or short nails / boots or sneakers  / cold weather or hot weather / high waisted jeans or low waisted jeans / crop tops or band t-shirts / cool showers or hot showers / kpop or pop / day or night / sunset or sunrise / singing or rapping / chocolate or candy / apples or bananas / writing or reading / coffee or tea / strawberries  or raspberries  / roses or tulips / tattoos or no tattoos / piercings or no piercings / night drives or evening walks / long hair or short hair / chokers or necklaces / soda or energy drinks  / hot sandwiches or cold sandwiches / stay up or go to sleep early / dogs or cats / horses or sheep / pasta or rice  / bubble tea or banana milk / nude lipstick or red lipstick / dyed hair or natural hair / texting or calling

tagging @trynatalktou, @sxfik, @prodmina, @nanaphobic, @serxeins, @qirezade and anyone else who wants to do it!

[antikittysocial]

BLUE RASPBERRY TOON BLOOD SUPREMACY‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

wait. we couldve had five nights at. dandys is what your saying /j

The animatronics do get a bit quirky at night! [footage of rodger sneaking into the kitchen at midnight to eat whipped cream straight from the canister]

[princesith]

im rly sad bc airheads mystery flavor used to be my favorite as a kid and i hadn’t had it in years until recently but i definitely taste watermelon and i loathe all that is watermelon flavored