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gropeable-boychest · 6 months
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Combat doll being stuffed into a recycling bin as kinkplay before she's """recycled""" into her new upgraded body
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the-fae-tricked-me · 4 months
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WWE is like reality TV, but for men
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twilishark · 4 months
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Cream (yawning) is getting all the love from the others after his operation yesterday.
He's taking to the meds well but we're a little worried about him eating, hopefully we'll catch him eating in the days to come!!
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cephalopodsquad · 4 months
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ive said it before and i'll say it again and again til the cows come home: heel shinsuke is so fucking good
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ragsy · 2 years
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motw players asking the hard hitting questions of the evening
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theheadlessgroom · 1 year
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https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/707405965270614016/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride
@beatingheart-bride
“Uh-huh,” Randall grinned playfully as he leaned back in his seat, kind of enjoying this brief bit of banter between them: Here she was, commenting that maybe he should consider getting a little sleep, while she was yawning herself and refusing to do the same! Like student, like tutor, he supposed, given how she was encouraging him to get some sleep the previous night like she was, only for him to stay up all hours, doing the exact opposite of what she suggested...
He snickered a little to himself as he cradled his empty coffee mug, still smiling a little: When was the last time he’d been able to joke so easily with someone, affectionately ribbing each other for silly little matters such as these? So far, he could only think of doing so with Emily, and it made his chest feel warm-he enjoyed how at ease he felt with her, knowing he could be so...relaxed with her. She was a true friend, and he was grateful for that.
“Well, if you say so,” he continued, tone still amused as he set aside his mug for the moment, shrugging a little: He supposed he would just refresh his coffee here and a bit while she rested her feet...
In fact, he could kill two birds with one stone, as he suggested, “Well, why don’t I get you that tea? I was just about to get myself some fresh coffee before you arrived-that might help us both!”
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thefoulbeast · 2 years
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yess babey we (just barely) made it through p1 d6 whoo. did i go to bed at critical health? yeah! did i wake up starving and with low immunity? also yeah! i love this game (pained)
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jacqcrisis · 1 year
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making teriyaki wings with broccoli and rice and jesus fucking christ chicken is the worst raw meat to work with for me. probably cause i mostly buy bone in parts since they’re usually cheaper and i like cartilage and skin and gnawing on bones so it’s generally preferable to boneless imo but still.
raw chicken is unreasonably damp. i dry it off. ten seconds later, its damp again. 
its always wet. why is it so wet. stop being so wet. you’re a bird, for god’s sake. 
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hollandsmoose · 1 year
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every goddamn day, i wake up and i see something that makes me think to myself........ "what the fuck is wrong with americans?"
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gropeable-boychest · 4 months
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Today's TTRPG session has been delayed by: An uncanny and overwhelming feeling of dread felt around the world
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unzip-your-guts · 17 days
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Dude we bought an elk roast yesterday and I'm making slow cooked elk with potatoes, carrots, and onions for supper tonight this is gonna be banger
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lunafresas · 2 months
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piegonn · 6 months
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You might find that you relate to multiple levels, choose whatever you feel most accurately reflects your day to day cooking experience. I'm curious what everyone's experience is! I've gotten up to level 4 before but I'm more at a level 2 now.
Level 1: I don't use or have a full kitchen. Meals are prepared for me or I eat ready made food. I can reheat in the microwave.
Level 2: I use the kitchen sparingly. I will heat food in the microwave, on the stovetop, and/or in the oven. I am comfortable adding simple ingredients together for a meal (cereal and milk, granola, yogurt, and fruit). I can prepare simple things on the stovetop like instant ramen, instant mac, pasta or rice.
Level 3: I use the kitchen often. I am comfortable following simple recipes. I can prepare fruits and vegetables with a knife. I follow recipes with multiple steps (chop then pan-fry, boil then bake). My recipes often include multiple seasonings or sauces. I will handle raw meat like ground beef or turkey (if applicable)
Level 4: I use the kitchen everyday. I often use recipes with many steps or make meals with multiple side dishes. There are some dishes I don't use a recipe for, or I can make up simple recipes. I am comfortable handling most types of raw meat (think chicken breast, steak) and do so regularly (if applicable)
Level 5: I use the kitchen multiple times a day. I don't use written recipes very often. I can create dishes from whatever food is on hand. I make complex meals often. I can prepare any type of raw meat (full chicken or turkey, butchering your own food)
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neverendingford · 10 months
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Dear Mom,
thanks for raising me
your taught me so many things
you taught me to be independent
I don't even ask anyone for help anymore
I've learned how to achieve more,
to push myself harder
I don't even know when to stop until my body hurts
I've learned to trust people
to have faith
and I don't even mistrust people until they're already hurting me
you taught me so many things
and your words live in my heart.
"I'll bet you could run faster if someone were chasing you with a knife"
your words inspire me every day
"you have to try harder so you don't become lazy"
I tell you that you are just like me
and you say neither of us need help
"I know what you think, but everyone is just like this"
recently I changed my life.
I took steps to get help.
to choose my identity.
to allow myself to thrive.
I put myself in the hospital first-
only after I was out of options did I admit my needs
would it have been better that way?
for you to love an idea?
for you to love someone who made the ultimate effort?
I tried
I tried for you
am I lazy for giving up?
"medicine is the easy way out"
I think about you every time I take these pills
adhd and antidepressants.
am I weaker for trying?
not like this.
I should have tried a better way somehow.
how do I write this in a stanza?
encapsulate your culture in verse?
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independence in body
isolation of soul
dependence of spirit
desolation in my bones
gold in His mansions
dust in your home
love in that future
scorn in this now
blessed are the meek,
for they shall accept the yoke
cursed are the headstrong,
for they shall go their own way
raise up a child in the way he should go
and when she is grown she will curse your name
I always wanted to be just like you
and now I guess I am
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sincerely
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yanderenightmare · 4 months
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Ryomen Sukuna
TW: suggestive noncon, threats, Sukuna in general
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Thinking about sorcerer ! reader – only instead of having a really offensive technique, it's purely defensive.
A power to pacify. Creating the ultimate stalemate. All attacks are nullified – people can’t even throw one measly punch your way.
– which obviously means you’re the ultimate babysitter for trigger-happy curses like Sukuna.
The only issue is…. you don’t at all behave in accordance with your technique. 
You are perhaps the most childish and bratty sorcerer he’s ever been forced to share air with. Even worse than that white-haired prick. Where with him – he could at least spar. But you? You just monitor him while making the most meaningless and ever-so-grating conversation.
“I read in an old book that you’re a cannibal.” You muse with a smile. Eyes vibrant with curiosity – playful even – as though the prospect of him eating human flesh shouldn’t be making your own skin run raw with goosebumps. “Is that true?” 
His brow raises at your eagerness. His mouth is a prim line before muttering an unenthusiastic. “Yes.”
“Really?” You jump. “Why? Does it taste good?”
It’s an awfully stupid question – he thinks with an ever-growing wrinkle furrowing his brows. But suppose explaining to you how it’s meant to strike fear into people’s hearts would only make you laugh.
He huffs.
“Tastes like meat.”
“Right~” You sing-song as though it was a satisfying answer – but then almost immediately add onto it. “So, like chicken or beef?” 
You really are such a nuisance, he thinks. Grumbling. “Pig.”
You hum – then smack your lips. And he feels another onset of annoyance – expecting another moronic query to come pouring gracelessly from your lips.
“You’re a little disappointing – you know that?” You say instead.
He picks his head up at that – finally looking back at you through the bars of his cell to where you sit opposite way on a chair – looking straight back at him, fearing no harm.
There are about a million seals covering the walls, keeping him trapped. Though you’d feel just as safe without them.
“I’d thought you’d have more to say, but…” You pout. “Turns out you’re just boring.”
His nose makes an offended scrunch – eyes narrowed. “Watch how you speak to me.”
You laugh – your chuckle in itself is something that makes the hairs at the back of his neck rise out of ire. That smug smile on your face enough to have his fists ball at his sides – and at the moment you lick your lips, saying, “Or what?” he’s already on his feet with his hands wrapped tight around the bars – knuckles turning white in his grip.
His skin sizzles from the cursed energy imbued in the metal – like holy water to a demon – and still, he doesn’t let go. Four eyes, blood red, glaring at you with a look that’s nothing short of deadly. If he could, you knew he’d have your heart in his hand forever ago. But the fact that he doesn’t – the fact that he can’t – only makes your grin ever sharper.
“Wow~” You tease. “Look at that face~” Giggling. “So scary~”
His nostrils flare as he releases the bars. Hands healed shortly after. “One of these days, brat – I’ll have you on your knees.”
You feign a gasp. “Sukuna~ so indecent~” Your grin lessens into a coy smirk. “To think the King of Curses is flirting with little ole me~” You bite your lip, looking kittenish – eyes amused while watching him recede into the dark of his cell.
You break from the act with another laugh.
Beginning anew. “I do have a question, though.”
“Naturally.” He mutters, stretching his arms – all four – one pair above his head and the other behind his back.
“Are you double-packed down there as well? The same with the rest of you? Or~”
His spine cracks between tensed shoulders – and you think, to be a thousand-year-old specter, he’s awfully easy to rile up.
But then he laughs – a throaty, low-tuned snicker that echoes against the cell walls. 
“As I said – one of these days…” He walks up to the bars again, his chin fitting through them. “You’ll find out.”
There’s another chuckle – his eyes slim with something that makes you feel naked. Suddenly flushed – smile gone – you watch him lick his lips.
“And to answer your next question, you insufferable brat.” 
You gulp.
“I think you’ll taste like peaches.”
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everyvampiremovie · 1 year
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