Bad at Accents

what’s that noise.

sounds like a graveyard smash

i’m going to check

mrspider-deactivated20221213

the……. monsters…. I think they were……. no, it couldn’t be….

teathattast

tunashei

I love desire paths. There's something so wonderous about seeing an echo of humanity. Depending on it's location, a desire path can mean so many different things.

In a city, like the pic above, they represent rebellion, and efficiency. The messiness of humanity. We like to imagine we're oh so logical and neat so we design our cities to be logical and neat an then real humans literally trample on that idea. The ego required to think you can design something perfect that checks every box. Life is all about compromise and patching stuff when some new problem arises. Though people have certainly tried! Ohio state univeristy let students carve their desire paths, and then paved them over. It looks pretty artsy.

Some people will try to discourage desire paths, but this is almost always going to fail.

Eventually, people just have to accept them. Humans are too dang stubborn.

Certain desire paths are just adorable. A 0.5 second time saver. You just can't design for maximum efficiency, humans will always find shortcuts!

Though on occasion a desire path can actually be the least efficient way...especially if you're superstitious.

In a wilder area, such as below, they show us the curiosity of humans. A desire path somewhere natural often tells you there's something interesting just ahead. (Though remember some ecosystems are fragile and will suffer if trampled! Stick to paths in these sorts of areas)

And how about desire stairs? I always think these look so cool. We get see humans determination to climb, to traverse every kind of terrain.

And for something really crazy...a desire path used for centuries will create a 'holloway'

All of these pics are off the Desirepath subreddit, check them out for more examples! And many thanks to the users who submitted these photos.

jebiwonkenobi

Once upon a time I worked in this little burger/coffee/ice cream shop and a lady came in one winter and asked if we had a caramel apple drink and we were like ‘well we have cider’ and she was like ‘no I don’t remember what it’s called but this place made a drink that was chai tea, apple cider, and caramel’ and Breezy offered to try and make something for her but she changed her mind and left so Breezy and I were like ‘alright let’s try this’ because we had chai tea, instant cider mix, a shit ton of caramel, instant hot water from the espresso and too much free time.

And let me tell you it was delightful. It tastes like watching the leaves changing color and dancing in the wind. It tastes like picking out pumpkins and gourds and fresh apples at the farm up north. It tastes like witches and freedom.

I make it every year now and this year I walked in the house on the morning of October first with all the ingredients and shouted ‘FALL DRINK’ and my roommates were like ‘????’ so I made them Fall Drink and now every time they get home from work they’re like ‘Fall Drink pls?????’

Anyway I remember literally nothing else about that woman but I’m very grateful to her.

lightrises

for anyone wondering about proportions/etc here’s op’s answer from the repiles:

not-rude-ginger

@gaslightgallows I feel this would be relevant to your interests.

gaslightgallows

I don’t like caramel but I can vouch for hot chaider being amazing.

scifrey

Deareat @simonalkenmayer I feel like this is relevant to your interests.

Also, I do something like this in the crock pot with the overly sweet Growers Pumpkin Apple Cider, chai spices, cloves, a bit of orange juice, and some super dry Pinot Grigio.

Mix, heat, and serve on a nippy night best spent cuddled under blankets with a book.

simonalkenmayer

My friend, you have essentially backward engineered a wonderful winter drink from the Stuart period.

White sack wine, cider, spices (clove, cinnamon, nutmeg, mace, ginger) tea, sugar, and if you want it authentic, a bit of cream or whipped egg. All this is brought together in a low temperature and then stewed for a time. It can also be “pulled”, a process in which one “stirs” the concoction by using a ladle and pouring it repeatedly from high in the air. Makes it foamy and frothy.

Serve warm.

On a cold night, this is a delightful thing. Believe it or not, we also used to make it with a stout beer instead of wine. For a darker richer flavor.

ms-demeanor

One Black Tea Bag, One Cup Apple Juice, 2tsp butter, 2tsp brown sugar, cloves, cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger to taste will also accomplish something similar (just melt the butter and brown sugar together and whisk them around a pan a bit - don’t bother making proper caramel) Make your faux-caramel then you add the apple juice and then the rest; heat it up to a boil then turn off the heat, drop the tea bag in and let it steep for 3 minutes, serve with gingersnaps.

oblivious-chaos

Nothing better than tumblr recipe posts

lady-sanctum

Started making something similar last year, old cider (Irish, alcoholic), chai tea bags and a mulled cider flavour sachet (sugar, cinnamon, cloves and nutmeg mainly). You don’t need caramel because it’s already pretty sweet and lightly boozy! Great with popcorn, banshee bones or Halloween picnmix

something sad but also kind of sweet ive noticed about human trait mirroring (i.e. seeing someone regularly preform a physical or verbal action and adapting it as your own) is that even years after a person has stopped being in my life theyve still left pieces of themself within me. i still smile and wave like my childhood best friend did. i still pull my shirts up to cover my face when im embarrassed because my favorite college roommate did that. ive learned how to be a human being through all those around me, and those after me will likely learn the same way too.

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rm-renfield

sweeney does not do anything to conceal his identity except change his name he literally takes on the same profession in the same building and somehow nobody is like “hey isn’t that the guy who used to work there?? he’s back???”

alfredsnightmare

apparently people don’t recognize you anymore once you become a goth or something

rm-renfield

“hey isn’t that benjamin barker? i thought he was sent off…”

“no, that can’t be him! benjamin barker was a prep. this is sweeney todd, the goth barber of fleet street.”

dankmemeuniversity

yuri-club

Fun fact!! It's cuz your body feels your pulse falling rapidly and is like "I don't know if you're dying or falling asleep and I'm not willing to gamble" so it shoots you up with adrenaline fuel to make you not die™. It's one of my favourite facts

joematar

how bout it gets with the fucking program we’ve only been at it nearly every single night for my entire goddam life

instructor144

Fun fact: Tucker's super rich mom made a point of only leaving him $1 in her will.

And she likely did that for a reason: So he couldn't contest the will and argue "But maybe she was old and not in her right mind and forgot me."

It's apparently a specific practice amongst rich people when you want to leave a loathed family member nothing and don't want to give them a leg to stand on in court.

queennan1-deactivated20240816

Tucker's mom giving off the Lucille Bluth vibes.

we-used-to-dream

GET FUCKED TUCKER

Yeah, my great aunt decided to leave all of her property and money to my dad rather than any of her shitty kids or grandkids (like they all lived in houses she owned and maintained rent free within 5 miles of her own home and guess who took care of her for the last 10 years of her life? Like cleaning her house, taking her to church and appointments, and out shopping. My dad, my mom, and me.) She changed her will about 2 and a half years before she died and left each of her kids and grandkids $10 each so they couldn't contest the will. She actually insisted on a traditional will reading, probably for the drama. I was 100 % sure her oldest son was gonna have a stroke when he realized Dad got just about everything, including all the houses they all lived in. Auntie even stipulated in her will that Dad should boot them all out if they gave him trouble and at the very least they should all start paying rent.

Anyway, if Dad hadn't already had a will leaving everything to me and mom one of those jerks would probably have tried to kill him.

"Insisted on a traditional will reading probably just for the drama."

Your great aunt was amazing.

theboboshow

Your dad showing up to the will reading like Ransom from Knives Out.

once again for the bargain price of $6.66 i will present to you a Top 5 Childhood Misadventures: April Fool’s Edition

Presenting:

The Saga Of The Stolen Door

Ah, to be young and filled with mirth and rage.

I was 14 at the time. 14 was not a good year for me. New town, new house, new school to adjust to, and that’s not even counting the complications of being an Undiagnosed Autistic Teenager. Ah, puberty. You think you’re finally catching up, and suddenly there’s a whole parade of shiny new developmental delays to widen the gap between you and your peers. Ah, nostalgia.

Point is, it was a difficult year for me and my 2 siblings. So when April rolled around? I decided, quite magnanimously I thought, a sign of benevolence of character and all that, that we all deserved a good laugh.

Well, that is one version of events.

The second version of events is: my siblings and I had spend the year driving each other up the walls. Up the walls, through the ceiling, past the colony of attic-dwelling dust bunnies, around the rafters and straight to cracking our skulls on the new roofing tiles (terracotta).

The thing about the house we were living in at the time…it was weird. It was a weird house. Rooms with too many corners. Windows shoved in bizarre places. Odd flourishes of grandeur.

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It occurs to me, in hindsight (glorious, alluring, unobtainable hindsight), that if one is determined to go about removing a door in this manner, there is probably a correct order in which to remove screws from a doorframe.

I did not choose that order.

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At this point, it may have occurred to some of you that I am not much of a planner.

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Dear Reader, let me snatch back my words. Earlier, I compared my tale to the Tragedy of Icarus. This was not wholly accurate, because you will note that Icaraus’s primary tragedy was that he was an insipid little bitch who couldn’t get his act together.

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