#too hard to swallow

[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

UGK released their debut album Too Hard To Swallow November 10, 1992

[shiraishi--kanade]

"It's so embarrassing to admit I only create art for validation" did paleolithic humans not paint for other humans to see. Does a child making their first drawing to show their parents makes it any less valuable. Do gardens arranged for the visitors' eyes make the roses any less beautiful. Do love poems written for one person alone to hear make your heart ache less. You're fine

[uncanny-tranny]

Shoutout to all the other adults who have acne or any other condition of the skin that you are expected to outgrow or "just deal with."

Adulthood isn't this magical time where everything just disappears, and the reality is that these skin conditions are largely genetic. It isn't your fault (nor your skin's fault) that you are an adult with different skin than other people. In fact, it's neutral (and even, dare I say, good!).

[shatterdome-underscore]

The Deck Picks episode of dndads and everything that happens after is Anthony Burch throwing a bowling ball at a bunch of dominos Matt Arnold accidentally set up

Like they wouldn't have needed the deck of many things if Darryl hadn't made that deal in episode one/Matt hadn't decided Grant lost his dog to get the Lance on their ""side""

The pyramid wouldn't have killed Cern's kids if Darryl hadn't thrown the bag of beans

Cern wouldn't have gone after the deck of many things if his kids survived

Cern wouldn't have went back for the deck and tricked them into pulling if Matt hadn't insisted they roll on the encounter table and then get a 1

Glenn's story would have gone differently if they'd been able to sneak into Meth Bay instead of him going right to trial if he hadn't got that one card

Lark wouldn't have released the Doodler if Henry hadn't pulled the rogue card

Scary would have her step father if Things Were Different. Normal's family wouldn't be broken the way it is. Link wouldn't disown his own father. Taylor would still have the exact same personality though

[ye-olde-trojan-horse]

good night to everyone, except:

people who deem it necessary to open their mouth and criticise fanfics by sharing their entitled, ill-conceived and (quite frankly) useless opinions that no one asked for.

people who enjoy pineapple on pizza.

[nat-without-a-g]

Lowkey terrified that the oak twins are going to end the show with nothing but each other and ultimately that might be the worst if not most suiting horrific twist of fate

[babacontainsmultitudes]

I am unfortunately way too preoccupied to say anything of substance on the episode today but before I forget I do need everyone to acknowledge that Norm's tarot deck is 100% teeny the teen themed like there's no doubt in my mind that this is true.

[mothielad]

[evilmagician430]

science team + benry and darnold as warrior cats! these are from last year but i kept forgetting 2 post them. btw sorry for the shadow its my phone (i dont have a scanner so i just have to take pictures)

[naffeclipse]

I lived babes

[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

UGK released their debut album Too Hard To Swallow November 10, 1992

[deer-time]

sometimes i think about this intense fiction exists in a void person who tried to use video games as an example of the conflation of fiction with reality and like yeah i agree that playing a shooter isn't automatically going to turn someone into a gun-toting maniac but i also have a hard time believing that the us military funds call of duty because they're genuinely passionate about video games as an art form

[albino-parakeet]

Eishi work doodle I colored

On the left a crow (that looks too small), obviously. And on the right a White Bellbird, which I find is a fitting bird for Eishi because of its loud signature call.

(Uncolored original version. I had to fix the hand rip)

(Warning it is loud and very shrill.)

Some extra Bellbird sketches for fun

[hawkeyedflame]

i'm going to cry, florence welch is playing a show in london in september for the BBC prom, an orchestral arrangement of the entirety of Lungs and i sent it to my mom and said i wish i could go and SHE SAID WE WILL GO TOGETHER SHSDLIFHSILDHFLSIDHF

[manchasama]

So in true "gosh I don't want to go back to work tomorrow" fashion, it's 1am. The perfect time to edit and post a new chapter of a ficlet many have forgotten about. :>

Hard to Swallow Part 2 (Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5)

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School was...well, it was interesting.  Ingo and Emmet's parents had decided that the two of them should join public schooling rather than homeschooling, to force them to interact more with their peers.  Ingo and Emmet had protested, (Ingo quite loudly at that, but Emmet no less fervently), but their parents had been adamant.  Neither of them had been looking forward to being stuck in a small room with the few other kids from town, who already thought they were weird and off-putting.

Then their parents had informed them that they weren't going to be attending the local school, but instead the larger school in Nimbasa.  Which they would get to by train.

After that, Ingo and Emmet had been beside themselves, impatient to start the school year.  If all of their enthusiasm was in planning for the travel itself, at least they were no longer protesting, their parents reasoned.

The thing was, school was there both to prepare young trainers for the journey they would begin in a few years, as well as to broaden their horizons to other professions and interests outside of pokemon battling.  Most youths paid little attention to the latter, despite the probability that most of them would end up in a more menial job than champion or gym leader.  Others, like Ingo and Emmet, had passions alongside of their pokemon obsession.  Fewer still imagined a future where both combined.

Then there were the more practical lessons.  Like Home Ec. Which brought Ingo to where he was now.

The girl—Ingo thought her name was Greta—looked at him with hopeful eyes, a small bundle held in front of her in offering.  In the little bundle of cloth, some lopsided cookies lay.  

"Would you please accept my cookies?" she asked, voice trembling slightly.  Her friends shoved at each other behind her, obviously there as moral support. Ingo wished he had moral support right now too, but Emmet had stayed behind to talk with the teacher, and Ingo had offered to head to their lockers and gather what they needed to head home.

"I..." he looked around, hopeful for any distraction, but there were none to be had.  In fact, their little gathering was quickly becoming the center of attention for the other teens passing by, some loitering to gawk.  He ducked his head down, wishing again for Emmet's steady presence at his side.  "Of course," he said helplessly, not knowing what else to do, not being able to force more than that out of his mouth.  "Thank you," he added, because it was polite.

She beamed when he took one of the cookies, then continued to stare at him expectantly.  Oh dear.  She expected him to eat it now?  Feeling entirely self conscious, he popped the cookie in his mouth.  He did have to admit they tasted pretty good.  Maybe not something he'd pick for himself, but…

She kept staring at him, and as his nerves grew, he realized the moment he'd made a grave mistake.

He couldn't move his jaw, teeth clenching tight around the sweet morsel, throat rebelling against the mere thought of swallowing.  The cookies were quickly going from "doesn't taste terrible" to the mushiest texture imaginable, and Ingo knew he was in trouble.  His eyes started to water a bit as he tried to force himself to swallow, desperate to not insult the still hopefully staring girl.  It was such a small thing!  Why could he not do it?  Just swallow, compliment her, then he'd be free to leave.  

Somehow he managed to start swallowing.  Then his eyes widened and he dove for a nearby trashcan, coughing and retching as the soggy mess dripped into the plastic container.  He heard a few disgusted cries from the group of girls, but he couldn't see through the tears in his eyes, couldn't get his hands to unclench from the sides of the garbage as he gasped in short breaths.  

A moment later a warm, familiar hand was on his back, and a water bottle was dangled in front of him, already uncapped.  Emmet's voice rang out above him, though for the life of him Ingo couldn't make out what he was saying.  Knowing Emmet, it was something decidedly blunt and rude.  Ingo would have to apologize properly for both of them later.  Now, he raised a shaking hand to grab the water bottle, straightening up enough that he could tip it against his mouth and take a small sip.  

The cool water was a balm to the burning inside of his mouth and throat.  He was grateful he hadn't thrown up more than the little bit of the cookie he'd eaten.  It wasn't the first time it had happened, nor would it be the last, but it was distressing and embarrassing.  

"Ingo?"  Emmet's voice broke through the throbbing in Ingo's head, and he pulled himself away from the trash can.  The hallway was mostly empty, the group of girls nowhere to be seen.

"That was...quite rude of me," Ingo said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.  

"Ingo," Emmet said again, though his tone had turned disapproving.  "Stop that.  It is not your fault!  Besides, she shouldn't have done it in front of everyone.  I know you.  You would not say no.  She knows too."

"Still," Ingo said, sighing.  He leaned he head against Emmet's shoulder, humming when Emmet immediately embraced him, hands rubbing soothingly on his back.  After a moment, he muttered, "I hate this."

"I am Emmet.  I know."

"I don't know why it happens.  There is no reason.  It doesn't taste bad!  So why—"

"Ingo," Emmet cut him off, pushing him back by his shoulders so he could shake him.  "It does not matter why.  Do you ask why I do not like Pecha?  Do you ask why you do?  It is just something that Ingo is."

Ingo grimaced sullenly, but did have to concede the point.  Emmet had many textures he refused to eat, most of which Ingo could understand.  There was no reason to feel his own issue was any different.  He just wished he could predict when it would occur. Sure, it was more likely to happen when he was nervous, but it was not always.  And sometimes it was when he was eating his favorite food!  Ridiculous.

"Is your engine sufficiently settled?" Emmet asked, still holding Ingo by his shoulders as he turned him from side to side.  Ingo allowed it, arms swaying limply with the motion.

"Yes.  Overdue for departure."  Ingo was very ready to head home.  "Oh, but I failed to retrieve our books from the lockers.  We should head there post haste."

"Hmmm."  Emmet gave him a considering look.  Ingo hated it when people acted as if he were fragile after one of his episodes, and Emmet knew it.  So instead of arguing, his twin merely nodded.  "One detour.  Then full steam ahead for home station."  He slid one hand down to tangle with Ingo's, squeezing gently.  Ingo appreciated the anchor, and squeezed back.

(Ingo did manage to apologize to Greta, Emmet all but attached at his hip in support.  While she understood it hadn't been anything against her, it became well-known not to offer either of the twins food after that.  It was a reputation Ingo could live with.)

[self-spaghettification]

More darkness all consuming night motif

x (the video that 6x08 hint seems to be based off👀)