Feeling very Open World RPG about Newton. The gardener (Claire) sent me on the next stage of my quest: to get a bagel from the baker (Kelvin). Unfortunately the bagelry is closed until Wednesday because they are installing new ovens, which I discovered from the handyman (not Kelvin; large man with a handlebar moustache) when I arrived. So I can't finish this quest until at least Wednesday.
A mammologist (Rob) I met while gardening told me that I should go see baby geese at the pond down the street though, so I guess I'm going to pick up that side quest.
you ever realize how able bodied people just are not expected to do things that cause them excruciating physical pain? like they’re just. not
if i shouldn’t use my cane because i can sometimes technically walk without it, it would just hurt like a motherfucker then abled people should no longer be allowed to use potholders to take things out of the oven because i mean
well they could technically pick up a hot pan with their bare hands. it would just hurt like a motherfucker
if you use potholders how will you ever build up the calluses necessary to pick up scalding hot metal without burning yourself so severely? it’s like you’re not even trying to get better
As a professional cook I was, and still am, able to pick most stuff up out of an oven without a pot holder. I might get blisters and maybe it will hurt, but usually it won’t
AMAZING! based on this one specific individual’s experiences i will now safely assume that it’s possible for anyone to overcome hand pain & leave potholders behind for good!!! as long as you want it bad enough, anything is possible!! make this story go viral so that all those self pitying losers who still use potholders know that there’s no excuse
I loved your bathing fic with them so much so I am humbly requesting you to do "the gods took their time with you" with Dewdrop and Aether.
I take it you're referring to this fic ? Consider this a little peek at the aftermath
The soft flannel sheet drapes easily over Dew's lithe body. Fabric rising and falling with the gentle and repetitive motion of his chest. It makes him look so delicate. So fragile. Aether almost hesitates to take his place in the bed for fear of disturbing him but his reluctance lasts briefly, his body feels too heavy to resist the siren's call of their mattress for very long. He is at the very least careful.
Aether settles, and even in his sleep, Dew moves closer. Drawn together at a subconscious level. He smiles to himself and shifts onto his side, content to watch with weary eyes. Like this, he can study the fine sculpt of his profile. Proud nose, carved cheekbones, he might as well have been shaped from marble. Lips half parted, still red and puffy from the tug of Aether's fangs between kisses he could only describe as ravenous, unapologetically hungry to taste his favorite indulgence.
He sighs. Knows his smile is bordering on dopey, and Dew would make fun of him for it if he was awake to see it. It isnt something he can help, not after sleeping with a memory for months. Dew is real, close, radiating a familiar lazy warmth that reminds him of late summer evenings - comforting, easy to sink into. Real and so close.
Aether reaches out, just because he can, because Dew is the type of artwork created to be adored, up close and personal. He graces his knuckle along the cut of his jaw and watches Dew's nose scrunch momentarily before the expression smoothes itself out, leaving him in bliss. Just as soft as he remembers. All this time apart, he would spend the next few days relearning every inch till the image of Dew exists as vividly and vibrantly as he does in this moment.
After all, Lucifer was so careful in Dew's creation, it is only fair Aether devotes the same time into his worship.
Everyone should de-center orgasms from sex but us men... y'all have got to de-center your penises (penii? penices?? penids??? penis plurality????) from sex too. Guys... guys I'm begging you, do something sexual not involving your dick. And notice how it too is also fun. Plenty of sex doesn't involve penetration.
I asked my much cooler younger brother (bassist, surfer, vintage console repairman) what his fursona would be. He gave a stock response. He isnt a furry but has several furry friends, he respects them from a distance, yaddah yaddah. I pressed him. Okay but if you had to pick. He paused as if struck with revelation and said: "What if I was a manta ray? Like Big Man from splatoon?" And frankly I think his fursona is already cooler than mine. It's an enlightened choice.
I think there's a great chance the existence mirrors/reflective surfaces silently fucks Rocky up.
Like, Grace is in the bathroom, shaving, the curtain pulled to the side and suddenly he stops and says "stop touching my stuff". Rocky, frozen, somewhere behind him, can't fathom how Grace sensed that. He was so quiet. The razor is so loud. Grace's still facing away from him. What the fuck.
Grace repairing some panel or other and asks for a tool. Without even turning around, he says "no, not that one, the one to its left". Rocky's like are you shitting me. I know for a fact your hearing is ass. You can only see in one direction and I'm not in it!! What?!
I think there's a great chance the existence mirrors/reflective surfaces silently fucks Rocky up.
Like, Grace is in the bathroom, shaving, the curtain pulled to the side and suddenly he stops and says "stop touching my stuff". Rocky, frozen, somewhere behind him, can't fathom how Grace sensed that. He was so quiet. The razor is so loud. Grace's still facing away from him. What the fuck.
Grace repairing some panel or other and asks for a tool. Without even turning around, he says "no, not that one, the one to its left". Rocky's like are you shitting me. I know for a fact your hearing is ass. You can only see in one direction and I'm not in it!! What?!
I love that the two genres of 'miku from my culture' posts are 'beautiful intricate traditional clothing' and 'what if miku was a regular at the gas station by my house'
ok so i do have adhd but i feel as though this somehow transcends it. I just made a cup of tea 10 minutes ago. Im in a very small room. It has disappeared. I didnt leave the room. It just escaped. It is gone. It never was. Wheres my tea. It couldnt have gone anywhere and yet it has. Did i drink it and eat the cup and forget? Where is my tea. I miss her. This is fucked
this is like saying NASA has forever destroyed our ability to wonder what it's like on the moon. like we can still use our powers of imagination if we want to but the question's pretty much fucking settled.
Thinking thoughts of Mountain making a YouTube channel while the ghouls are off tour called "Learning with Mountain." He does videos like "Learning to Braid with Mountain," "Learning to Cook with Mountain," and "Learning to Garden with Mountain." It's all fine and good until he puts up a video called "Learning to Drum with Mountain."
Under the cut because I'm verbose.
He gets a call that he is wanted in Frater's office immediately, so he goes. He's not expecting his former Papa to light into him about "Learning to Drum with Mountain." He's been making these videos for a while now, so he isn't sure why, all of a sudden, it's a problem.
"You can't be doing that, Mountain!" Copia says. Mountain deflates immediately, ears and tail drooping. Mountain doesn't like breaking the rules or being yelled at, so he definitely gets really sad when Copia scolds him.
"We're off tour now! And we're off for a while, I didn't think it would be a problem! We're not secrets anymore!" Mountain tries to defend himself.
"I know, but there's still a level of - eh, how you say - distance that needs to be kept, yes?"
Mountain nods, promises to take it down, and heads back to the den.
The pack clocks his dejected attitude immediately and asks him what's wrong. He tells them that he has to take down "Learning to Drum with Mountain" because it's not keeping enough distance between them and the band.
The pack jumps into action to comfort Mountain, cooking for him, doing his chores for him, letting him pick the movie that night. All the while though, Phantom and Aurora are hatching a plan!
The next day, Phantom and Aurora approach Rain, saying they need his help with something to help Mountain feel better. Of course Rain said yes, but now, sitting in front of a tripod with Aurora's phone set up on it, camera trained on his fully human glamoured form, Rain wishes he'd asked more questions.
"Don't worry about it, Rain! All you have to do is read the cards!" Aurora had assured him.
"Ready?!" Phantom calls out. "And action!"
Rain reads the first card, voice monotone, even, bored, eyes unblinking, "Hi, and welcome to learning bass with Rain."
"No, Rain," Phantom hisses from behind the cue cards. "It's not 'b-ace', it's 'b-ass', like the fish!" Phantom over-pronounced each word for emphasis.
"Hi, and welcome to learning 'b-ass' with Rain." Again, he speaks in a monotone voice, this time pronouncing the correct form of bass.
"Today we will be going over the…" Rain pauses and squints at the cards, "the fuck does that say, Phantom? I can't read your damn handwriting!"
"It says —" Phantom flips the card toward himself. "— fuck, what does that say?"
Aurora's behind the camera, just head in her hands.
"Can we take this seriously? Please?" Aurora asks, getting annoyed.
"We are!" Phantom says. Rain simply sits there, waiting for Phantom to figure out his own handwriting.
The video gets done. Nobody cares enough to edit it much, but it gets put up. And before long, Copia is getting a call that there's another ghoul video online! This one was about bass fish.
Rain gets called into Frater's office but when Frater tries to scold him with the "we need some distance" excuse, Rain just looks at him quizzically and says, "how do bass fish have anything to do with the band?"
"Certainly you can see where the confusion might come from?" Copia asks Rain. Rain knows that Aurora edited the video enough that his own incorrect pronunciation of the word did not appear in the final cut, so he stares at Copia, blinking a couple times in confusion before saying, "No. One's a fish and the other's an instrument."
Copia throws his hands up in frustration, muttering to himself, "I'm going to kill this ghoul! V will just have to get a new Water ghoul!"
Copia really hopes he doesn't hear about "Learning with Mountain" — or "Learning with Rain" for that matter — ever again.
He 100% does! He’ll be listening to Phantom talk about something or other and think he’s being the attentive pack mate by making eye contact with Phantom but he doesn’t realize how creepy it is until Phantom goes:
“Rain….. Rain he’s doing the thing again!”
And Dew just blinks and looks hurt like “what? I’m just trying to listen and be engaged!”
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