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[biscuitincharge]

@spinel-deymayo-universe

Talking to the Diamonds was never something Steven was comfortable with. That's why, even when he had business with them such as the progress of Project Refoliate, he preferred to do it by proxy through other Gems. That was usually though Lemon and Blueberry, both of whom still seemed to maintain fairly good relations with their respective old Diamonds even after they were stripped of their status and political power.

Steven, however, was not in the best headspace at the time, exacerbated by recent events he'd really rather not talk about, and he came and talked to the Diamonds directly anyway. But that was probably a reason why this would've been one of the worst times he could've done that.

Leaving the palace, Steven needed to get away for a bit to clear his head. Yellow and Blue Diamond were of no help, and he shuddered at the idea of what trying to go to Her for help would do.

[muckduckgoose]

@askrossiel​

The St. Canard Natural History Museum was decently active for an autumn afternoon such as this one. While the age range of visitors was fairly wide, most that could be seen consisted of young adults (mainly either college students or graduates) and kids who would soon be returning to school, watched over by parents.

After taking a moment to adjust the paper visitor wristband given upon entry, Honker took a moment to look around the main hall of the museum before turning to smile at his present company.

“Glad you could come with. Gosalyn’s...had some extracurricular activities ahead of classes starting,” in other words, Drake had been giving the newly self-declared ‘Quiverwing Quack’ one-on-one lessons on safe superheroing to ensure she doesn’t get herself hurt, “Ruby’s been keeping her sister company during a prosthetics tune-up at the hospital, and Launchpad’s off with the entire McDuck Clan checking out some ancient relic in the Czich Republic*, so I was a little worried at first I’d be going by myself.”

[inkskinned]

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.

[zeb-z]

etoiles who tries to be patient and tries to be kind and tries to help bad in his state of memory loss and confusion after purgatory, but still can’t help be suspicious of him. who works around how well he knows bad, because he knows bad is a liar, but he doesn’t say as much he just quietly puts in his own tests and precautions to gauge properly what level of fucked bad’s head is. who won’t stop reminding him of purgatory. does he remember the eggs? does he remember his home? does he remember how he slaughtered his friends ruthlessly over and over and over again? does he remember jaiden? charlie? does he remember how defenseless etoiles was when he stabbed him in the back? etoiles who knows how bad feels just by body language, who used to have the upmost respect and trust for his friend, his ally, his brother in arms - now holds him at arms length even at his most vulnerable.

something about etoiles asking what bad is hungry for, offering to fight (wanting to fight, now that the ground is even, now that he’s not defenseless, after bad had killed him when he was), and bad going “fight? why would I fight you, I thought we were friends?” and all etoiles can do is scoff. something about how even the most honorable and most patient have limits. something about how the consequences for bads actions - to himself and to others - are all finally compounding. how etoiles and bad’s relationship is forever changed by what happened in purgatory, and etoiles may still extend his hand to help him, give him strategies to remember things, but he’s doing so with a bitterness and a resentment.

things won’t be the same. things will never be the same. and the way etoiles can’t help bad without being sharp and angry about it proves this. because two weeks ago bad was family - and now, at bads worst, his most afflicted, most vulnerable, sure etoiles still offers help, and is more level headed than most about it, but he is in no means gentle or kind. he doesn’t want to help him. and that says everything.

[fisheito]

this is what i was cookin up while on nu:vacation [avoiding event spoilers] my dream.....my hopes....... EVERYONE PUT ON THE PRINCESS GOWN🗡

[corgiteatime]

i'm out of murderbot books

[nocturnalazure]

[biscuitincharge]

“Hope everybody up in Beach City’s been having a great Yuletide season. I got to be the Mall Santa down here in Tallbark this year! Which was fun.”

“Anyway, Happy Yule if you celebrate, and if you don’t, have a nice day.”

[muckduckgoose]

@bonkersdbobcat​ (source)

Honker watched the officer as the latter read over the mayor’s note. Despite the feline’s confident assessment of himself, he seemed to give off a rather ‘new guy’ aura to him. Not helping was the fact that Honker couldn’t seem to recall seeing this particular officer outside of the occasional appearance in W.A.N.D.A.’s city surveillance footage, none of which exactly showed him having a good time.

Of course, someone at least deemed him fit to be his official escort, and Honker usually gave most people he met the benefit of the doubt regardless, so he nodded along respectfully before responding. “Oh, most of it’s just analyzing the layout based on building schematics Mayor Owlson let me download to my tablet,” he reached around to pat his backpack, indicating where the tablet in question currently rested, “and calculating the most cost-effective renovation plans to convert the existing structures into living spaces for the homeless community.”

The homeless situation had, unfortunately, worsened since the catastrophe select few called ‘the Ramrod Incident’. Honker could’ve asked that Darkwing Duck have been allowed to be his escort for this, but the masked mallard had been a bit too busy as of late dealing with supervillain copycats that’d begun to spring up not long after the fictional Fearsome Four were flushed back to their home reality.

“I’m told City Hall is already looking into a building firm to take on the actual architectural work once I put together a concrete proof of concept.”

[sendmyresignation]

all the riot fest gifs on the dash are rending me asunder. if you wanted to know.

[itspileofgoodthings]

slowly, slowly, slowly learning how to bridge the gap in my teaching between overexplaining and underexplaining so I hit that exact sweet spot of getting the kids to the place where they’re interacting with a text that is absolutely over their heads and out of their leagues but their excitement, generated by me but sustained by them, and the right amount of scaffolding and explanation lifts them up to be able to meet it, enjoy it, learn from it, be affected by it. 

[indythefandomhoarder]

Me reading the Fazbear Frights Novels: wow, I absolutely love this, I mean, the first two aren't that bad

Me reading Count The Ways: *The most audible and disgusted gasp I have ever made in my entire life* that is so vile, what a way to end that book. Anyways-

[unproduciblesmackdown]

Highlights from SUMMER STOCK at Goodspeed Musicals

[southernbellelee]

Storytime Everyone!

Topic of the day: My Feet 🦶🪶

This is the worst tickling my feet have ever experienced! This involves my good friend J.

I was tied spread eagle but my feet were in a set of stocks. I’ve had my feet tickled plenty of times before, but not like this! First, it started off soft and playful, until the toe ties came into play!

That’s not all! Before the tickling even started, I felt a flogger hitting my soles, not enough to hurt but enough to get them sensitive and warmed up!

That, along with oil, brushes, feathers, and the electric flosser, it was the worst foot tickling hell I’ve ever been put through! And I loved every moment of it and would do it all again!

[skypiea]

ppl really show their asses quite a bit when ai art is concerned bc we had all these debates on here about art being something that inspires a powerful reaction in u and people will see pieces and be like “wow what a cool composition I’m in love with this” and then see it’s created with ai assistance and go “nevermind pretend I didn’t have that first reaction there’s no longer any merit”. I don’t care one way or another but it seems quite silly and non genuine if you can’t admit that you did enjoy the piece on first viewing because you’re too busy being morally outraged over something someone on tumblr told you you have to be mad about

[corgiteatime]

Me buying Baldur's Gate 3, thinking about trying to romance the sassy vampire on the cover:

Actually trying to romance Astarion: