

Around the 15-17 Celsius mark.
I also use Fae/Faer alongside She/Her. Transfemme Genderfae and proud!
Around the 15-17 Celsius mark.
Yeah, give me the option to teleport things, or even just myself, I am doing the most mundane shit with it. Decide I don’t want to walk up the steps? Teleport. Forgot something and don’t want to turn to grab it? Teleport.
Alright, time to burn down all of Finland. Just reduce everything to ash. In fact, nuke the ash after we’re done. Maybe add some salt after that. Nothing can live there anymore.
We’ll just be extra careful this time, can’t have a second Australia situation.
Mostly, yeah. He’s practically getting to live his dream these days, after going through a pretty long rough patch.
I’m still untangling things, in my own way, but I can also recognize the strides I’ve been able to make with it. It’s taken many a long year to get to the point where even talking about it didn’t leave me shaking in anger or fear, and I consider that a major improvement. Shaking off the last shadows from the monster.
We had a long driveway. I quickly learned how to position myself to be able to see out the window and prepare before being seen.
That was also around the same time I learned how to quickly make a bug-out bag, a bit of cryptography(My dad and I had a code language, just in case), and just how far I can be pushed before physical response is my only response.
There isn’t enough therapy in the world.
An unfrosted Double Dutch, at that.
That is an offense in itself. You’re making it that large, toss on the fudge or Dutch chocolate icing with it.
I’ve reached the point that I adopt the same attitude back. Like, genuinely told myself “No, fuck these thoughts, we ain’t having this shit tonight”, into just kinda almost meditating myself to sleep.
Probably not a healthy coping mechanism, but it works?
I kinda hate that I love it. Wouldn’t work just anywhere, but a dive bar kinda setup? It just adds more character.
If someone goes to another team after this, would they be considered half-chub?
My mental association of “light green = mint” immediately makes me turn away from the “green mist”. That sounds like tingling where I don’t want unless using a mint-based soap.
Huh. So that’s what happened to Kaiba after that final duel with Atem in the afterlife.
Good for her.
A clogged drain needs to be taken seriously. Not only does it render at least one drain useless, improper de-clogging can lead to the blockage simply moving further down the plumbing system, and that can cause even more issues.
Plumbing is not a joke. Be up front with your sexual desires.
Now I’m wondering if this is a regional thing. When I was introduced to beer cheese, it was as a thick dipping sauce made with several cheeses and Blue Moon. That has been the most common option I’ve encountered, though the beer varies. Had some done with Guinness, surprisingly good flavour.
Though that does sound absolutely fucking delicious. I’m gonna have to make something like that sometime.
Goddammit, Roshi, never again.
Realistically speaking, would they even be able to support a body that large on those types of wings? Or would they have to evolve some form of rigid structure like a bird or bats wings?
Soup?
Beer cheese is best served akin to a fondue, with salted soft pretzel rods to act as a vehicle to move deliciousness to the mouth.
Y’know what? Fuck yes. I would devour that in a fucking night. That is the kind of glorious trash I go possom over. The Duke and every Nazis nightmare taking on fascist aliens, dropping one-liners and big guns.
Fuck even trying to have a plot. That would work so amazingly well as a monster of the week. Have B.J call out Duke on his shit as someone who can actually go toe to toe with that overinflated ego.
Origins is the “best” of the new set, but there are older titles that beat them out if you’re okay with the older graphics. The AC2 trilogy is often considered one of the best, Black Flag is pretty unique and an absolutely fun time.
I have cats just under a year old, this is their first summer with eyes open. We’ve had a few fireflies get into the house, and watching them go nuts once they notice this weird flashing bug has been the highlight of my night lately. All 5 of them running in a little pack, eyes wide. Every time they light up, all the cats stop and just stare. It blows their little minds, and I love it.
Didn’t they have a problem like that before, but with bots? Like, some obscure artists who suddenly started getting massive listening hours by setting up a bot network to just keep repeating?