Today's Document
i don't do bad sauce passes
noise dept.
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
AnasAbdin
Keni
oozey mess
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Andulka
Misplaced Lens Cap
Product Placement
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
KIROKAZE
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RMH
hello vonnie
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@princerazzie
as an adult, some adults really aren’t mature enough to separate fiction from reality or understand the basic concepts of fiction not necessarily reflecting someone’s real life moral compass and it’s embarrassing. how are you a grown adult and still acting like a mean girl who bullies real people for the sake of fictional characters and feelings morally superior
Snowflake by the mailbox
Before Yato names Yukine, he hesitates, even though at that moment he definitely has no time to hesitate, his life is at stake. ,
But where we see a snowflake, he sees a child, an adolescent, eternally trapped on that emotionally uncertain, torn border between the end of childhood and the beginning of adulthood, which makes everything so complicated.
As if Yato didn't have enough problems with himself.
But he also sees a soul that should have disappeared long ago, gone to the mountains years ago, along with other souls, or been devoured by an ayakashi, and yet some desire, or wish, strong enough to overcome the border of death, forces him to stay and hope for something.
I would like to believe that this, not just the mere effort to survive, the child's deep faith and the infinite hope flowing from it, was the reason why Yato finally decided to give Yukine a posthumous name.
And once he does, he knows exactly why Yukine couldn't leave, why he stayed by the mailbox, and what exactly he was waiting for.
He knows Haruki's last wish and will do everything he can to fulfill it, at least in a small way.
And so one day, Yato, the god of calamity, wades through the snow to find that one place in the forest and do what should have been done long ago.
Noragami Deluxe Editions 1-3
Missing Noragami hours
more Yato doodles-- I was very inspired by how Adachitoka draws detailed folds, and wanted to play with rendering clothes in these pieces!
also I think Yato looks good in anything BUT his usual way of wearing his sweater lol
[ID: a greyscale drawing of a long-haired person in a dress sitting on a stone step crying. Text above reads: "What to do if you're having a bad day". Text below reads: "Step One: Turn into werewolf. Step Two: Now day can have a bad you." End ID.]
ID here!
it's weird that "i'm nonbinary, but i have a job" was turned into a "lol, being nonbinary is super unprofessional" meme rather than an actual conversation about nonbinary employment discrimination.
at some point in your life you will be boiling fruit, water, sugar, and lemon juice in a pot to make a syrup or jam. the instructions will tell you to simmer for a certain amt of time. your timer will go off and you will look at the pot and go, "hm, this doesn't look thick enough. maybe i'll let it go for another 10 minutes." this is the devil speaking. it's only so liquid right now because it is at boiling point. it will thicken when it cools down. learn from the follies of my youth and do not let this happen to you
at some point in your life you will be making a sauce or a stew in which you need to add cornstarch to thicken it. and you will prepare a slurry of starch in cold water and think "this looks like way too little starch to thicken this amount of liquid." this is the devil speaking. cornstarch instantly polymerizes at 95°C and if you add too much it will turn into an impossibly thick goop.
at some point in your life you will be making some sort of cream based dessert that requires gelatin to thicken it. and you will soak some gelatin sheets in water and think "this is too few gelatin sheets for this amount of cream." this is the devil speaking. it will thicken in the fridge and if you add too much you will end up with milk jelly
at some point in your life you will be baking cookies. you will take the sheet out after twelve minutes as the recipe instructs and the cookies will still be glistening and soft. "these don't seem cooked enough," you will think to yourself, "i should place them back into the oven until their edges are nice and golden." this is the devil talking. this is how you get dry, overdone cookies. the cookies will continue to bake on the warm sheet for several more minutes and then harden up after sitting on a rack for a while. trust the process. trust the process.
at some point in your life you will be adding a small pasta to a soup and you will think "that is not enough small pasta." this is the devil talking. the pasta will absorb the stock and expand. this is how you end up with a soup that is a solid mass of soggy ditalini.
At some point in your life you will be adding garlic to a dish and you will think "that is not enough garlic." These are angels speaking. They are correct. Add more garlic.
I couldn't help it, i just love this character design so much. And i really enjoyed the pilot
By Momoire
Teach girls to prioritize feeling safe over being nice.
i genuinely want to know what are the conditions for impeachment of a president for america because apparently your president can fund & commit genocides, kidnap world leaders, be a felon, a sexual assaulter, openly threaten journalist, commit electoral fraud, fund mass deportations, killings & harrasment of civilians, wage wars on whim, & now is tweeting that "a whole civilization will die tonight" without any repercussions. like where you do draw the line genuinely and why do we southeast asians & swana countries have to suffer because of it???
life goes on and slowly i’m finding my way back to myself
the butterfly doesnt even have to be saved next question
This is so funny. I’d kill all billionaires if it meant losing something precious to me
sleep is stolen time. don't let them take it from you anymore. tonight. we are staying up. til one billion o clock.
best feeling in the world is when you draw something and you’re so proud of it you have to stop and stare at it every few minutes to remind yourself of its beauty like narcissus with his reflection in the pond
