Made this for the movie night, but I don't have a twt so it was just for fun :D. I love them sm.
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During the part of the pandemic when kids were all doing remote-learning, I spent a day with my beloved 12-yo nibling. They were having a hard time with everything, like all of us, and in particular they were feeling that their friends were growing apart.
I get it. Even without a pandemic and homeschooling, middle school was a nightmare for keeping friendships alive.
So I ask my nibling what's going on, and they tell me their interests have diverged. I ask my nibling what their friends are into these days.
Dismissively, nibling tells me, "They're all weebs."
Now I'm trying not to die laughing while having a serious discussion with my favorite child about their social life, but here's the thing. My nibling is also a fucking weeb. They dressed up as some terrifying anime character for that Halloween and each one after.
So, holding onto a straight face for my very life, I reply, "Are you not also a weeb?"
And with the most offense a twelve year old has ever mustered (which is a hell of a lot), my nibling tells me, "I'm a gamer."
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My Korean friend chose Stacy (my first middle name) as her English name
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why the boy be covered in the gatitos
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the good thing about my notebook frying itself is that my save file for the life and suffering of sir brante seems to be just fucking gone, and in that file my only possible course of action was to accuse my beautiful blessed lovely younger brother of treason for not being religious and having him executed. Having the reason why I became a religious figure in the first place, to find a way he could be allowed to live freely in the eyes of the gods', die by my actions. Now I can start again and take a different path that allows me to protect him and kill everyone who dares to stand in the way of his happiness, be those the twin gods themselves or their followers, soldiers or institutions, I shall slay them all in order to create a society in which my brother is allowed to live freely as he is and nobody can stop me this time
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Me watching the 192767th variation of a sad Harry James Potter edit to family line
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tommy's entire stream has been a bloodbath, i love it <3 <3
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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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something i genuinely will always love about fig's character is that she will always stand up for the outcasts or people who aren't considered "cool". like without even missing a beat fig immediately goes to play twister with mazey because ivy wanted to put her down for even suggesting it. it genuinely is one of the best parts of her character and i adore it so much.
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