Kaden held up a pearlescent scale to the sun, examining it with a critical eye: "From a Silverwing dragon?" he asked the vendor.
"Sir has a very good eye. Most assume it's from the more common White Russian dragon. Understandable, since a Silverwing hasn't been seen in decades, after all."
“Understandable," Kaden agreed, keeping his voice neutral. "Rather unique for a Silverwing, too. All of the other ones I've seen have had a red tinge to the scale, not peach like this." He brought the scale lower and trailed a finger lightly over it to get a feel for the texture. He didn’t reveal to the other man that the ones he usually saw were his own scales.
[We forgot the main ingredient. So, the crunchy chicharron... Before what you put in your head is there forever -to make sure it okay. -Hmm. -Yeah. -[Guy] And the last thing]
Monday, April 29, 2024: 8am ET: Feature Artist: Main Ingredient
The Main Ingredient is an American soul and R&B group best known for their 1972 hit song “Everybody Plays the Fool”.
The group was formed in Harlem, New York City in 1964 as a trio called the Poets, composed of lead singer Donald McPherson (July 9, 1941 – July 3, 1971), Luther Simmons, Jr. (September 9, 1942 – May 9, 2016), and Panama-born Tony Silvester (October 7, 1941 – November 26, 2006).…
Could I request Medic having The Mom Grip on Scout’s shoulder after the speedy moron almost let a mercenary secret slip while they weee getting groceries?
Three Europeans and two Americans walk into a grocery store in New Mexico.
I hope this is the right meme.
More silliness below.
This comic is the antithesis of the "wtf is a kilometre" joke.
The faces they make when they can't quite identify the type of brown bread in the bread aisle.
You don't know how [insert nationality here] you are until you go overseas and things are different.
Spy obviously has no problems with pretending to know how much a gallon of milk is, he just peeks into his conversion chart notes, pretending it's his shopping list.
I want to think Heavy is completely fine with having to readjust to a new unit system, he just eyeballs most practical things anyways by holding them up and mumbling about how they approximately weigh like a chicken or his kettle bell etc. He's always been living in practical ignorant bliss.
Medic has a peer reviewed meltdown the first time he realises there's no uniformity in "a cup of ____" because every object has different densities. He's diligent about memorising the conversion rates for ounces, pounds, the most common things etc., and recovers ok. He goes through the same stages of grief rage when he finds out about distances and lengths.
Just remember four inches are 10.16 cm and pray no one asks you to specify anything bigger than inches.
Everyone does a mental victory lap when they manage to guess how much Celsius the weather is because they keep forgetting it's Celsius*5/9+32=Fahrenheit, Engineer reminds them patiently.
The true victories are the correct temperature guesses we've made along the way.
One time, a friend asked me if I actually knew how much a tablespoon of flour was in gramms to convince me that metric users also make use of volume based units without thinking about them. But little did she know a heaped spoonful of 405 flour is about 15g and a level tablespoon is 10g.
They claim Oolong just tastes better when it's boiled to 80°C exactly with a Bunsen burner.
You only asked for one scene but somehow I came up with a bunch of other things. This post was drawn across 2 months so the artstyle is all over the place. Thanks for your ask!
We forgot the main ingredient. So, the crunchy chicharron... Before existed before humankind, before the world itself -to make sure it okay. -Hmm. -Yeah. -[Guy] And the last thing it needs is the crunchy chicharron?... It's not good enough. And in most cases, if this happens, I can turn it off. There will be a lot of time left for humans to come on board to make sure I don't have to take over this.
I'm not the first person to say this, but there really is something groundbreaking about the lack of romantic plotlines in Wolf 359.
Wolf 359 is a story aimed at and about adults. It's partly about what it means to be human. It's partly about how we exist in relation to other people. It's partly about interpersonal connection and understanding. It has character relationships at its heart. It features so many moments of love and care between characters. It takes place across just over two years of the characters' lives, with 61 episodes and a main cast that grows to a decent size.
And despite all this, the show doesn't feature a single canonical 'on-screen' romantic (or sexual) relationship. Perhaps that shouldn't be as rare as it is, but it's one of the many things that makes Wolf 359 special to me.
March 6 - You've Got a Friend In Me, ch. 8
March 13 - Bloody Blossoms, prologue (TBDH AU fic)
March 20 - The Main Ingredient, ch. 1 (TBDH AU fic)
March 27 - Ripple Effects, ch. 8
[We forgot the main ingredient. So, the crunchy chicharron... Before existed before humankind, before the world itself -to make sure it okay. -Hmm. -Yeah. -[Guy] And the last thing]
Basil! I love the way it smells!
Tulips are my favorite flower, do fruits count as plants? They technically do right??
I'm a fan of mango and lychee flavors.
I also enjoy chamomile (tea). Venus fly traps are also pretty sick.