Bi-han: little brother, it's time for you to learn about the gift passed down in our blood. That which sets us apart from everyone you'll meet
Kuai: cryomancy is no mystery to me
Bi-han: not that gift. The Ass Of Sub-Zero. The ass you and I share, that our grandfather had before us. An ass like two halves of round, ripe melon. An ass that glows like moonlight on fresh snow
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i'm looking up dessert recipes and i am so freaking tired of seeing so many 'lightened up' recipes.
i want heavy thanks.
real butter
real sugar
real fat
real everything
like, if i make a thing i'm usually stretching it a week, it's not like i'm eating the whole cobbler or crumble or whatever at once.
tho even if i was it's fine.
dessert isn't some dirty terrible thing that you're punishing yourself for eating.
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I want to reblog that marichat kiss gif but it's nowhere on my feed gngngnomnomgnnrrer *angrily munches on an imaginary pancake*
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In all honesty I did not have the biggest writing motivation in the moment. To be fair I did not have the biggest writing motivation in the last days. So the Welcome to the Blood Drop series will take longer and the ideas for the One-shots that I had will not be written not until I have my full motivation somehow back (In my opinion of I'm not fully on a project in the state of full motivation then this will be less good). Because I'm not sure what it is that keeps my motivation down and like everything it's annoying and irritating. At the same time I put myself under pressure because of school, lack of time and a shirt story that I want to finish for a writing competition. But also want you guys to have something to read because I know how much some of you love my writings.
But thank you to everyone for the sweet and amazing support all the comments, reblogs and hearts and messages here have showed me that maybe someday my dream comes true
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Ignored so long she fell asleep
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i fucked up food i was making from scratch, which triggered my RSD. i really sat there and cried over pancakes. hmm.
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wip guessing game: cat, pancake, smug
devastated to announce that i have not written anything about Love Of My Life Pancake The Cat, please have these tiny qwat snippets and my profuse apologies,
CAT
Quinn locks onto the movement like a cat with a laser toy, and Eliot thinks, maybe I shouldn’t be enabling this level of gleeful violence.
PANCAKE
“Eggs,” Quinn mumbles into his stolen pillow, “and pancakes. With blueberries, obviously—”
SMUG
Quinn’s smug and easygoing, but empty in the eyes in a way Eliot’s a little too familiar with.
[wip guessing game]
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impeccable gender of wearing a lover's too-big pants and belt with a question mark above your crotch as god intended
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