in regards to the picky eater test:
i actually feel in my heart like i eat lots of foods but the reality is that the foods i wont/dont/rarely eat are put in EVERY recipe it seems like. so for example generally i dont like cheese in most situations and every fucking recipe is gooey cheese. i dont like pork so any pork meal it out, i dont like beef 99% of the time so most of those go out, i dont like chicken if its wet so all that goes out too
i like... ingredients.... ill eat a block of sharp cheddar but i dont want it IN anything. ill eat a can of fruit but dont fucking put it in a pie because i cant stand hot fruit.
foods that i think werent on the list that i fucking hate: fucking octopus and clams and scallops.
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I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them
People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human
“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”
“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”
“Yeah!!”
“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”
“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“
“How illogical”
“That’s what I’m saying!!!”
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im sorry but you literally cant win. a fat woman in jeans and t shirt is a slob, a fat woman in a dress and make up is a pig in pearls, a fat masc woman is disgusting, a fat femme woman is delusional.
a fat man in jeans and t shirt is a laughing stock. a fat beardless man is gross, a fat bearded man is a neckbeard right winger piece of shit. a fat man in a suit is a sausage spilling out of its casing, a fat femme man is a predator. so is a fat masc man.
god forbid if theyre queer.
god forbid if theyre TRANS.
its always trying too hard or not trying enough and even then any trying is pointless bc OBVIOUSLY all fat people are gross and sick and dying. obviously they all stuff their mouths. hey did you see supersize vs superskinny. fucking hilarious. put lipstick on a pig and its still a pig lol.
fuck you. this kills people.
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In the changeling au, what does “keeping” mean? I know there’s the whole thing about faeries tricking people into “giving” them their names, but what actually happens in this au? Like what would the actual consequences be in a practical sense?
(And I assume nothing happens if Adrien just learns the names through other means bc they have to “give” it to him?)
it means that people who's names he has are susceptible to his illusions and persuasions, even if neither party knows it
they can't perceive what he doesn't want them to, and they're more likely to agree with what he asks, even if its wildly out of character for them. he doesn't know he has this power, he just thinks his friends are really nice to him
and yeah, if he learns someone's name secondhand, it doesn't count. it has to be a direct interaction, and it has to be comprehensible
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the fnaf movie was so funny because if it was ANY other horror movie i would have been like "OH NO THE ANIMATRONICS ARE COMING FOR THEM" whenever the animatronics did anything vaguely murderous but instead my friends had to listen to me chant "go foxy go go foxy go go foxy go-" when he started running down the hallways to kill people
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I had this friend I was living with when I was getting my associates degree in my early twenties. Wait, hang on. So the first thing I need to convey about that time in my life is that I was as full of anxiety as it was possible to be.
I was working, taking classes, and living on my own for the first time. I was drowning. I was a bubbling kettle of stress and responsibilities all waiting to boil over at any moment. Bodies are fickle things. They all react to stress very differently. My body decided that the best possible way to deal with stress was to puke about it.
This was extremely unwelcome not just because throwing up is a violently uncomfortable experience but also because I struggled most of my life to maintain a healthy weight. I’d eat enormous portions but even when my food stayed down I burned through calories like a hummingbird. I tended to hover right around a hundred pounds, desperately trying to gain weight.
My friends were all aware of my struggles. They’d keep granola bars on them for when I suddenly got so hungry I was sick and made me calorie dense meals. They knew the face I made when I realized I was going to be sick and usually had water and back rubs for me afterward.
So that’s where I was. Throwing up generally at least once a week, working and school full time. I was living with three friends. Let’s call them K, D, and E. K and I had been friends since middle school and she and I shared a bedroom with our own bathroom. The boys D and E shared a room, and had the public bathroom.
The last thing you need to know is that D was a sex addict. He was always horny, masturbated several times a day, and made no secret of his proclivities. It was a running joke within the friend group. (As an aside he once had his car broken into while transporting his duffel bag of sex toys to and from a liaison, and the thief ignored everything else in the car to take the toys. It was probably over a thousand dollars of used sex toys but the thief still wanted it more than his iPod)
One night I was doing homework and dinner was sitting poorly. I hadn’t fully developed my brain yet to make a connection between my paper was stressing me out to the fact that I suddenly felt really sick. But to my dismay K was in our bathroom.
So I jumped up, frantically ill, and ran across the living room to the boys toilet to barf.
The walls were thin.
Within a few minutes D came in with a cold wash cloth. He put it on my neck and rubbed my back. He’d brought a glass of water for me, too, which was all very lovely.
When I was done we sat in the miserable aftermath of this latest episode in stomach violence. He finally broke the silence to comment, “I’ve never lost an erection as fast as I did hearing you start puking.”
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