#sourness
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I've attempted to play Xenoblade I think 4 times and bounced off of it pretty hard each time, like I never really got far enough in it to even offer much salient criticism of it I can only say "I didn't like it"
yet I SUSPECT much of its popularity can be explained by being one of the few games of its type on Nintendo consoles at the time
#I also bounced off Dragon Age that many times which I seem to be making a final drive on now but I think what happened there is#I hit a difficulty spike and got distracted by something else#and/or I was sucking the joy out of it by trying to min/max conversations#I'm saying it's not good but I didn't ever spend enough time to judge it fairly for not being good but it was so not good I didn't want to#do you understand the paradox#sourness
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Today's Haiku with Picture 936

Green mandarins
The sourness of today
As strong as a lemon
青ミカン
今の酸っぱさ
レモンなみ
(2023.08.02)
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[And is this the tamarind paste already diluted? Yes. Kind of got a sourness to it.]
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Why Are Lemons Sour?
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since dracula daily is approaching again I would like to remind everybody that hungarian paprika can cause stomach issues even among people who grew up on it (from personal experience), that's why we eat nearly every national dish with tons of sour cream and bread, which our good english heir was probably not informed of so he's basically destined to have a little bit of diarrhea after shoving down a whole plate of csirkepaprikás. not sure about the queer dreams tho, he should ask the Count about that
#dracula daily#the more sour cream the better#there should a statistic out somewhere of how many tons of sour cream a hungarian eats every year#we have hot paprikas too btw but we usually put that into soups
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cw breast obsession non-sexual, gentle dominance ig, soft intimacy.
my personal fav fantasy is husband!nanami coming home late. he's super exhausted and he finds you already sleeping.
he sighs in relief at the sight of your peaceful body lying on the bed, the moon light peeking through the curtains, casting a soft glow over you.
you're wearing a delicate crop top, yellow with tiny pink roses on it, thin straps slipping off your shoulders, and lace-trimmed triangles barely covering your breasts— shifted out of place in your sleep. it's Nanami's fav. because he got the chance to cup your tits easily from behind.
it's not in a lustful way!! he's not groping you with some filthy intent not always at least. he holds them in a comforting way, in a way that makes him exhales deeply the moment he slides into bed, feeling the stress of the day melt away as his large, calloused hand finds its rightful place. right over your chest.
it's comforting, the way they fit just right in his palms— they're not too big, not too small, just perfect. like they were meant to be in his hands, like he was meant to touch you this way. he likes the shape of them, the way they mold to his touch, yielding and soft, a stark contrast to the roughness of his palms. he doesn't squeeze hard, doesn't knead them like he's trying to work you up— just holds.
he loves how soft they are when you're relaxed, when you're warm and tucked into his arms, your body completely at ease. how they don't poke or demand attention. they're sitting there all plush and smooth against his fingers, unbothered.
he loves how your breasts change when you're lying down, how they spread just a little, how they lose that roundness but become so soft, so flat, almost like they're becoming one with his hands. he loves the way his fingers can rest along the curve of your ribs, feeling the gently rise and fall of your breath beneath them.
it's instinctual. reaching for you. holding you. owning you.
his favorite way to touch you is when you're on your back, his face buried in the crook of your neck—your floral scent invading his nostrils—'cause that's where he has better access to your tits. he likes to slide his hand up from your waist, fingers ghosting over your ribs before they settle beneath the swell of your breast— his thumb and index supporting the weight ever so slightly, pressing just enough to feel their fullness. and sometimes most of the times he gives the underside a gentle pinch, his lips twitching at the way your body shifts in response, even in your sleep.
and your nipples. god he loves them sooo much. he's totally obsessed when they don't poke or stiffen under his fingers, just stay warm and smooth against his touch, like they trust him enough to relax. he traces lazy circles over them, fingertips gliding over the subtle change in texture. he never presses, never pinches because he knows if he did, if he rolled them just right, they'd start to react. they'd tighten, harden under his touch, and sure—when the mood was for it—he loved that just as much.
but right now, it was only about feeling you.
and if you make some little sound of protest when he adjusts his grip— he simply shushes you, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck, whispering, "go back to sleep, darling." and you do. because how could you not when you were so sweetly wrapped in his warmth?
(*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)
#i fr go to sleep with that#im loosing my mind. I need him sour bad#GOD WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN PLSPLSPLS#jjk fanfic#jujutsu sorcerer#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x you#jjk x reader#fanfic#jjk#nanami kento#jjk nanami#jjk kento#kento x reader#kento x y/n#nanamin#nanami jjk#nanami x reader#kento nanami#jujutsu nanami#jjk fluff#fluff#one shot#drabble#kento x you#kento drabble#nanami fluff#nanami x you#nanami drabbles#jujutsu kaisen nanami
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I've still got a few things to puzzle out, but it's comin' along.
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Red Hood held out his now uncovered hand as if to ask for a hand shake. Danny floated a bit closer and reached out with his own gloved finger. He poked into the back of the guy’s hand.
“What are you doing?”
“Dude, what if you’re contagious?”
“Can ghosts get sick?” Nightwing asked.
“There are ghost diseases, yeah.” Danny answered, still poking at Red Hood’s hand. “No ghost antibiotics, though. You just have to tough it out.”
“Is that what I have?”
“No.” Danny said. “You have something easier to fix.”
Danny floated back so that he was eye level with the two taller heroes. He folded his arms across his chest and looked at Red Hood.
“So, like. Is there a private place we could chat?”
“Private?” Nightwing asked. “Why? It isn’t fatal, is it?”
“Uh no? It's just personal. What’s it called Hippo? The doctor thing.”
“Are you talking about HIPAA?” Red Hood asked, sounding confused.
“That’s it!” Danny snapped a finger and pointed at Red Hood. “It’s personal medical info. We are on a rooftop in the middle of the biggest city I’ve ever been in. Do you want to go somewhere private?”
“I uh... No, here is fine.”
"Okay.” Danny said. “Cool then. So, these Lazarus Pits? I’ve never seen one, but I have heard of them from other older ghosts. Except we don’t call them that. They’re relatively common in the zone, but the locations are secret, you have to know someone who knows someone ya know?”
“Well, what are they?”
“Distilleries.”
“What?” Red Hood managed to look absolutely flabbergasted even with the full faced motorcycle helmet covering his head.
“Ghosts can’t eat human food, right? I mean we can, but we don’t taste anything. We don’t have the physical parts to digest human food and enjoy it like we did when we were alive.” Danny explained. “It’s the same thing for things like alcohol and drugs and things. So, a lot of adult ghosts still want to get drunk even though they’re dead. I died before 21 so I wouldn’t know, but like, there’s a desire for it.”
“What does this have to do with the Lazarus Pits?”
"Well, in order to make something we can taste, it has to be made with ectoplasm. Alcohol is not as easy to make as other stuff for ghosts. Alcohol is made using fermentation, right? Well ectoplasm doesn’t really. Do that. I mean ectoplasm is either inert or charged with emotional energy, if it gets charged enough it will form a ghost or spirit or something. It’s basically impossible to like, make ectoplasm ferment without risking your alcohol becoming the ghost of wines past.” Danny said, throwing a joke on the end there. Nightwing gave him a smile while Red Hood managed to glare at him through the full red facemask.
“There are ghosts who have figured out how to force ectoplasm to ferment. They basically invented ghost yeast, a sourdough starter of horror if you will. It takes centuries for ectoplasm to get good enough to be considered drinkable alcohol. So, what an enterprising barkeeping ghost will do is find like, an abandoned cave or something, fill it with ectoplasm dump the ghost yeast in there and leave it alone for like a thousand years to ripen. Then they’ll come back, bottle it up and sell it in the zone.” Danny continued.
"Are you telling me Red Hood is ghost drunk?” Nightwing asked.
“I’m saying he has a yeast infection.”
#dpxdc#dp crossover#danny phantom#au where the Lazarus pits are the equivalent of a winery in tuskany.#ghosts leave ectoplasm around to ferment for a millenia or two and then come back to bottle it#the ghost of an ancient vinter ia not gomna be happy when he finds out a bunch of disgusting humans have been bathing in his stock#the same emotion one would have after discovering roaches in the kitchen#red hood being partially dead when he got dumped picked up some ghostly yeast thats been giving him the pit rage#his sour dough starter makes him kill people :(
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#fanart#art#horrortale#sour apple studios#undyne#sans#horror sans#horror undyne#why dis look so mad meme
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You're like a lemon, sour, but delicious.
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something about the audience and two cakes or whatever
#juliie’s art#isat#in stars and time#isat spoilers#isat siffrin#siffrin isat#siffrin#mal du pays#mal du pays isat#isat mal du pays#happy pride month everybody <3#i wish i could go to a pride event this month but i live in a red state (usa) and i want to be. alive and well. so.#my dad and older brother got me a giant pack of skittles gummies and those sour rainbow airhead ropes bc “i had to celebrate somehow” lmao
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Today’s Soul Advice: Where there is light, there is also darkness. Peace does not exist without chaos. This universe maintains balance through opposites. That is why we must experience sorrow in order to enjoy happiness. After all, without sourness, sweets might not taste so wonderful.
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Moist Black Cocoa Loaf Cake
#black cocoa#chocolate#loaf cake#cocoa#food#dessert#loaf#baking#cake#cake loaf#recipe#greek yogurt#yogurt#sour cream#ganache#baranbakery
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The Walking Dead x 🖕| Memories
#FUCKIN WITH THE WRONG PEOPLE#the walking dead#twd#rick grimes#daryl dixon#austin amelio#negan smith#twd tara#michonne grimes#norman reedus#andrew lincoln#danai gurira#twd merle#chandler riggs#carl grimes#LORI THO#sarah wayne callies#soure: Pinterest
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behind the scene is lbh telling (begging) sy that he can pluck his feathers whenever he needs to write (and preferably with his mouth)
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#the hex code of lbh's eyes and zuiyin is B00B13 btw#scumponies#i actually drew so much i feel like i was abt to puke#that could also just be the sour cream i ate earlier that was supposed to be used by 2 months ago#i hope i go out and isekai shen yuan style 🩷#this lowkey took my soul#svsss#scum villain's self saving system#mlp#mlp svsss#liu qingge#shang qinghua#mobei jun#luo binghe#shen jiu#svsss fanart#lqg#sj#mbj#sqh#lbh#my art
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