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that one dtiy for @daily-megumi-sasahara ! i may be a month late but i do not care . megumi lives forever …
edit : added @ cause im silly and forgot .
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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.
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Obsessed with the way that Nemesis would steal your money, buy items or boons you might need, destroy doors to rooms where you might get a beneficial boon or item.
And the only way for this to not happen? You have to be better than her at it.
I've bought the items she'll be watching in Charon's shop (she's like "hey!") or run ahead and got into the room I wanted to before she has a chance to, or beat her at her wager. Mel has to be more an asshole towards her than she is towards Mel.
Literally kudos to Supergiant for making an actual nemesis out of Nemesis lmao.
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the fact of the matter is percy jackson and the olympians is a story of a negligent system in which demigods often fall victim. luke’s motive as the main antagonist throughout the series is to dismantle that system, dismantle the thrones on which the gods sit. hestia, however, does not sit on a throne. She places herself at camp half-blood among the demigods, reachable and ready to provide them warmth. and when the war reaches its peak, lives are threatened and the olympians leave to defend their symbols of power, hestia remains on mount olympus and tends to hearth, nurturing what is left of family. hestia is not everyone’s favorite Oolympian because she has done nothing to harm the demigods (though, that is a huge factor). she is the most honorable because she does what she can to maintain hope and stability throughout adversity. hestia was the last olympian remaining because she represents what matters most when everything falls apart.
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when i picture carpenter silt verses i am picturing a woman in her late 40s with the same physique as jason voorhees and hair that she's been washing with motel bar soap since she was 18 btw. this woman looks like if a long haul trucker occasionally had to perform ritual self-flagellation. like if a man with a single bottle of dawn dishsoap in his shower was a middle-aged woman who feared neither pain nor death. we're talking dry skin, resting bitch face, and something of the classic slasher villain in her sheer size and resilience. someone who could break an ankle and still not stop trying to kill you with an ax, genuinely frightening.
i believe in scary, gruff, aging women's rights.
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arlecchino becoming enamored with furina and sending her daily letters asking to meet post archon quest at her home with cakes and flowers attached and neuvillette mailing her money every month for groceries, luxuries, sending over books and plays and operas he thinks she will like, trying to make her come to the palais anyhow versus furina who believes herself to be undeserving of love and thinking they only do it all out of pity and guilt
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shadowheart? i'm not that into her, she's fine or whatever, i mean—*trips* *dozens of save files before every shadowheart conversation spill from pockets* fuck, those aren't mine i swear, i'm holding them for a friend, i—*slips on pile of save files* *dozens more save files from the new game i started as a selûne cleric for Extra Drama™ fall out as i fall to my knees, desperately trying to pick them up* i can explain, hang on LISTEN
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happy tadc premiere day to this sopping wet cat
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Have you appreciated her yet today? Because you should.
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