You will not believe how fun it is to gnaw on drywall.
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Shakes chief around like a chew toy
Chief knew Envy was strong, but this was bordering on ridiculous. I mean, who had this much power in their jaw alone?? Even though she was met with frequent comments about her rather weak physique, an ordinary Sinner probably couldn't whip her around like this like Envy was currently doing. (Next week, it was time to hit the gym.)
She'd use the shackles to stop this rather rough handling but her hands were currently in use, trying to stop her shirt from strangling her to death with each wild motion. That'd be just another blow to her already deteroriating pride.
"I'm-gonna-have-t'ask-you-to-stop!" Words could only be let out in their own short burst, silently cursing whatever god was out there that designated her the universe's punching bag.
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sitting in the front row of my physics lecture, completely chill ykno?
random white dude sits beside me, still like whatever bc I'm next to my group members for a project & the whole row is full so i assume everyone else is too
we keep breaking off to chat with our group throughout the lecture and i notice blonde dude is keeping to himself? which is weird in this context
i get curious and come up with various reasons in my head about why he's not talkative, all normal and fine really
just in case, i type on a blank google doc ayo are you in group 4???
he turns and i realize.
he's in my group. i am mortified.
i have an out-of-body experience when he gapes at me and finally says,
"the disrespect?!—"
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i liveblog my 2am panic attacks because typing random shit in the tags helps ground me. i think it is a healthy coping mechanism and by doing it i have gotten better at dealing with my anxiety at least a little bit.
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and, yeah, after that whole thing that was Molayne’s fight, the fight against Hau was a breeze. he did a cheeky little switch out off of Incineroar i wasn’t expecting, and i got some nice Refrigerate Hyper Beams off from Saurrow here, but it’s really obvious that this fight was more formalities than challenge.
honestly, this was also probably one of the more interesting mono-type runs i’ve had so far for that complex Molayne fight. the only other one i think actually comes close was against Mewtwo in Let’s Go Eevee, for that Poison run, and i was lucky enough to have Haze.
next year is the Dragon runs, and like this Ice run, X and Ultra Moon have some pretty significant overlap. as some of y’all might’ve guessed, i like having some type variety on my team, even if it is harder with monotypes. i also would rather minimize reusing ‘mons between runs in this format. so, i think it’s best if i trade in a couple pokemon for that one, i think it a bit better than using another legendary from the Ultra Wormholes again. Dragon has a few more options better than an Articuno on that front, after all.
in more immediate news, i intend to complete the national dex for pokemon Y soon! to continue precedent set a couple years back, this means a Smeargle run in that generation, with the obvious choice of X. i... well, in spite of it being in the middle of trying to use the last of all weapons of Splatoon 2, a run of Alpha Sapphire since i cleaned the cartridge out, Splatoon 3 being released soon, and possibly the new pokemon games, i want to sort of be a bit more active/vocal about how that run is doing, try and break the queue/scheduling only habits a bit.
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Sometimes, it’s just fun to mess with Sukuna.
He likes to think he’s got you figured out, like how he knows how to navigate each one of your antics like the back of his hand.
But right now, over ice cream, you decide to pull a fast one on him, keep him back on his toes and let him fester in the playfulness that sometimes slips from the relationship.
“Here kuna baby, try this,” you hum, passing him a spoonful of ice cream. He shrugs and leans over, taking the bite and chewing it thoughtfully.
“Pretty good.”
“Right?” You giggle, before wiping your spoon clean. “I didn’t think I’d like the bits of cookie but-“
“What the fuck was that?”
You quirk your brow as his raise in annoyance, looking at you angrily. “What was what, babe?”
“I know you didn’t just wipe your spoon clean,” he snaps. “Be so fucking for real.”
You giggle, “well… yeah… why wouldn’t I? I don’t want to eat your spit.”
“Eat my- WE MAKE OUT?!”
“That’s different,” you scoff. “That’s consensual. This was my spoon.”
His eyes are blown with annoyance as they look around your face for any indication that you’re full of shit and messing with him, but when you give him a simple shrug, he throws his spoon down and immediately grips your cheeks in his hands, pulling you into a messy, noisy kiss, which you squeal into. You taste the rocky road in his lips, and as much as you want to melt into the intense affection, to rile him up more, you bring yours hands to his chest to push him away.
“Kuna!” You gasp against his lips. “What’re you-“
“Look,” he snarls, pulling away angrily. “We’ve been together too long for us to think anything is gross. I refuse to let you think any part of me is gross. Dickhead. I’m perfect.”
“I was kidding!” You laugh, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks. “There’s nothing in the world I find more attractive than you and your spit.”
Now, he lets out a gag and pulls a face at your words, “alright. Moods gone. You ruined it.” He shakes his head from your grip and pouts.
“Babyyyy,” you titter, grabbing and smushing his cheeks together while you nudge his nose. “There’s always a mood with you.”
“Yeah. And you constantly ruin it.”
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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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