#breathmints

[jigsaw-nasalord]

Very upset because I finished all my atonemints. I need more

[starii-void]

i think that i should be given free unlimited access to magic and tech supplies and given free range to fiddle with them. i also want a forge to make weapons

please. please please i wont bite it or kill anyone with them i prommy

[lilacxquartz]

must not give into chapter 242 nurse themed themed fanfic idea must not MUST NOT MUST STAY STRONG

[castielsbees]

shout out to breath mints / battle scars for being the sole reason i was the only person in humanities today to know who jackson pollock was

[rottingsixfeetunder]

chase labrats (like sans undertale)

[feels-explosion]

where/how can i commission someone to bind some dramione fanfics? i keep seeing stuff on tiktok but there's no real links to people who are doing it from what i saw. and i don't have the time or money to invest in doing it myself..... HELP

[dancesafari]

3 Argentine Tango Milonga Posts I Like

3 Argentine Tango Milonga Posts I Like

You can’t deny the popularity of the Argentine Tango. Because of high demand, Tango dancers are always looking for venues where it’s danced. Have no fear, because many cities and suburbs have at least one Argentine Tango milonga nearby. In case you’re not familiar with it, a milonga is a social event that focuses on three dances: Tango, Vals, and Milonga. Milongas have a set of codes or rules to…

[delphinidin4]

Here's something I have learned from aging in our society (and I'm only in my 30s!):

People don't Get Like That because they're old. We slowly begin to get left behind by technological innovations and societal changes because things seem to change faster and faster as you get older, and you're not hanging out with young people enough anymore to be changing along with them, and why tf would I want to replace my tape deck I've had for 20 years that still plays my entire collection of tapes? I don't CARE that you have a new CD player, that would require me to completely replace my collection of cassette tapes and I simply can't be bothered, even if you think it's annoying to rewind tapes when you're done with them. No, I don't know anything about YouTube, because I am still capable of amusing myself by sitting quietly and knitting and I don't need a million screens. I've been doing it since I was your age, so why would I stop now? It's a combination of being content with what you've got and not keeping up with the trends, partly because you just DO NOT CARE.

When I was young, I could NOT figure out how my grandparents lived without a VCR. Now I'm trying to figure out how to explain to younger people that not only do I not HAVE the tiktok app, I don't WANT the tiktok app, and have no USE for the tiktok app. I see stuff about tiktok trends, and instead of feeling left out, I feel amused, and then grateful that I'm not being pulled hither and yon by fleeting trends anymore.

As you age, your relationship to time changes DRAMATICALLY. And since fashions and trends are all about eras, your relationship to those changes, too.

ALL THIS TO SAY:

If I was a vampire and had lived THAT MANY CENTURIES and had had my relationship to time changed THAT MUCH, I would probably be out here in 2024 listening to my favorite music on wax-cylinder phonographs and mourning the loss of the silent film. I would have embraced more advanced playback technology only when my favorite pre-code Hollywood films were now available for viewing again (I would be so excited about that). I would still think that the pigeon-breast silhouette was sexy. I would've gotten into big band music because of a person I was dating in the 1940s who was really into it, and I would roll my eyes every time somebody called it "oldies". I would refuse to believe that the 1980s were already 40 years ago, that 40 years was at ALL a long time, or that things from the 80s could POSSIBY be called "vintage". I would not recognize the names of basically ANY popular actors or singers since the 1950s, and I'd be pretty spotty with my knowledge of those. Because honestly, the 1700s WASN'T that long ago if I can still remember it so clearly, and why TF would I want to change all my music over to a new technology AGAIN, since they only stay in use for like 20 years? You said CDs were going to be the recording medium of the future! Look at them now!!!!

suggestion: vampire characters who actually act their age

[edge-of-an-axe]

A fun noise VHS cassette by breathmint records. Yukhonic featuring the Lynne brothers live at Churchill's pub Miami. Several people are still alive in this tape. I miss you Brandon

[girlwithnoface]

theres something so crisp about a white ds lite

[mousegirlheart]

IM SO USED TO ESTROGEN I INSTINCTIVELY TOOK A BREATHMINT SUBLINGUALLY HELP

[sm64mario]

"Mario! Thank goodness you're here!" The Toad exclaimed, hopping in place with a perpetual grin. "I was getting so nervous, sitting alone by myself in this corner here! I mean, it's all I ever do, but usually MIPS hops by to say hello every now and then, and I haven't seen him!"

"I'a tell you, Toad, there'a some pretty strange shenanigans'a happening around here, lately! Don'ta worry, Mario'a gonna handle it just'a like he'a handle Bowser!" The portly protagonist pat his chest with his blocky fist, doing his best to assure Toad that he wasn't scared.

"I should tell you, I've been seeing weird shadows dancing along my vision every now and then. And I heard a loud voice coming from the hallway with the Star Door! AND I lost my toothbrush this morning, so I had to resort to breathmints! I'm kinda freaking out, Mario!"

Mario put his hand to his chin, pantomiming thought. Toad's a great friend and a capable ally with info, but Mario was more than used to his solo adventure by now. The Star Door... the one by Dire Dire Docks? That could also be worth investigating. This was starting to seem kind of fun!

[pygmi-says-hi]

How to not be stupid when you're sick

revamping this cause it's sick season.

don't go out and socialize if you know you're sick. If you are coughing or febrile, safe to assume you are contagious. please be a nice person and keep your germs to yourself.

wet cough vs dry cough: wet cough sounds...well, wet, and typically produces phlegm. if you have a wet cough, it's likely a respiratory illness. dry coughs are sometimes just dry air or irritated tissue in the throat

drink water. a lot of it

have ramen on hand. preferably spicy. why: spicy food makes your nose run. if you have a stuffed nose, it'll help. also, the high salt content will break down the enzymes in your throat if you have a sore throat (also the reasoning behind gargling salt water to ease sore throats). also, you're not gonna want to cook much.

water

READ THE FUCKING LABELS ON YOUR DECONGESTANTS YOU FUCKING IDIOT. there are reasons you take Nyquil at night and Dayquil during the day. Nyquil will make you sleepy. if you take nyquil and drive to work, you'll kill yourself. be smart.

claritin d is great for stuffy noses too, if you can take it.

sleeeeep.

water water water

drink some water

ibuprofen and acetominophen do different things. ibuprofen is good for anti inflammatory things like sore throats and fevers.

also, water might help

for nausea or stomach bugs

light foods, nothing acidic or sugary. these upset your tummy. bland white people food only.

ginger, if not ginger ale, is a godsend, as well as peppermint. tea, extract, ginger ale, hell even a breathmint might help.

water water water water water

rest. sleep. honk shoo. zzzz.

no caffeine. your body needs sleep and buzzing around on caffeine will Suck. also, do you really want to be awake to experience that?

ibuprofen/paracetemol/acetominophen are okay very very very once in a while, because those (esp acetominophen) are also hard on your tummy.

drink water

as always, everybody is different and this stuff might not pertain to you. what I mean is: if you know that you're allergic to ginger don't spam my feed with rude hate comments because "ginger doesn't work for you." you can suggest an alternative, though. nicely.

sorry if I'm acting a bitch but it's been a problem. love ya!

[nicoise]

a kiss to prove you dont have feelings for them !!!!!!!

In an unexpected turn of events, Blaine was manning the kissing booth. 

It was possible he’d lost a bet. But he sat behind the counter looking completely at ease among the chapstick tubes and the breathmints and the stupid little privacy curtain. A tacky pink sign decorated with glitter hearts read, PUCKER UP TO SUPPORT MUSIC NITE. It was a dollar for a cheek kiss, five for a “friendly peck,” and ten for “ten seconds in heaven.”

Blaine was an equal opportunity kisser and the booth was quickly becoming a main attraction of the club fair. Kurt found it inexplicably embarrassing, like finding out an indie artist you kept to yourself had gone mainstream. 

“It’s really weird that you’re not lining up with the rest of them,” said Santana. “I thought you’d be salivating at the chance to plant one on his doe-eyed oblivious face.”

Kurt bristled. “You make me sound like such a pervert.”

“Well, aren’t you? I bet you couldn’t follow the rules if you were paid to.” At Kurt’s pointed look she said, “What, you think admin would let this happen unchecked? There’s no touching, no tongue, and no going past ten seconds. They have a timer and everything. Literal buzzkill.”

“That’s not what I meant. I can be normal about kissing Blaine,” Kurt said, offended. “I am so normal about kissing Blaine. I just - don’t want to.”

Santana looked unconvinced. “Because you’re incapable of being normal about it.”

“No. Because - because…” Kurt had the feeling that everything he said was playing into Santana’s hands. Santana was about to say something smug but he cut her off. “Shut it. Give me ten dollars and if you’re right I’ll pay you back twenty.”

“Thirty.”

“Twenty five.”

Santana pouted. “Fine.” She fished out a ten dollar bill from an implausible pocket in her skintight dress and did the annoying thing where she held it out to Kurt but hung onto it until Kurt snatched it from her. “Stay safe,” she yelled obnoxiously after him.

So Kurt found himself lining up behind a guy from his music theory class and a group of girls he recognized from Blaine’s social circle. He told himself he could always step out of line and make off with the money but he knew he wouldn’t.

Actually, Kurt let himself be so easily convinced because he felt that one kiss, surrounded by people he knew in passing and constricted by the bureaucracy of a fundraiser, would cure him of romantic delusions. Kurt had too much experience with unrequited love to make the same mistake again, and for all Blaine smiled at him and opened doors for him he was like that with everyone. So it wasn’t a crush. Just an illusion Kurt meant to break.

Kurt was almost at the front of the line when Blaine saw him and gave him a quick blinding smile. Then Blaine turned to take the ten dollar bill from the music theory guy. Was it the same smile he’d given Kurt? There was no time to wonder. Kurt watched as Blaine said something that made the guy give a flustered little nod and then Blaine kissed him. It looked slightly awkward, over the counter, otherwise not touching. Then it was over. Nod, smile, parting wave, not even a trace of a blush on Blaine’s face.

Kurt had signed up to be given the same charity kiss, the same nod, smile, wave. He stepped up to the counter.

“Kurt, hey! Are you here to support the music festival or did you come to see me?” Blaine grinned shamelessly.

It was a joke. He was joking. Kurt retorted, “Are you here to support the music festival or did you lose a bet?”

“Well, Sam was originally supposed to do it, but he has mono, so…” Blaine shrugged, slipping back on script. He gestured at the pink sign. “You have the choice of - “

Kurt slid the ten dollar bill across the counter. There was nothing he felt he could say.

Blaine glanced at it, then at him. There was something oddly heavy in his gaze before it smoothed into what Kurt could only call customer service. He went over the rules while Kurt thought of Sam, and Finn, and the music theory guy, and how there were no stakes in this, no destination.

“Do you want a breathmint?”

Kurt shook his head.

“Okay. Are you ready?”

Kurt was lost for words. What was this, a flu shot? 

Blaine caught Kurt’s look of disdain and genuine humor slipped through the protocol. There he was, amused, beautiful. He leaned in, inches away from Kurt’s face. “I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispered.

Kurt stood paralyzed, trying desperately not to let on that his heart was in his throat, waiting, unwilling to want. Then they were kissing. 

It was the most anxiety Kurt had ever felt kissing someone. Usually it was easy. It was something to do well, to make good. This wasn’t like that at all.

Blaine’s lips were soft from chapstick. He kissed closemouthed, but so tenderly it felt inappropriate, and he trembled in a way that couldn’t be construed as casual. Kurt couldn’t help himself and broke the hands-off rule to put his hands on Blaine’s shoulders, and Blaine relaxed into the kiss so sweetly with just that one touch it made Kurt’s head spin.

There was no way it was like this for anyone else. The crush, or whatever, that Kurt didn’t want to feel, or only felt occasionally, became undeniable like this, breath caught painfully between them, a sweetness so sharp it stung. 

The timer went off. Ten seconds. Kurt let go of Blaine and stepped back, feeling like all the blood in his hands had rushed to his face. He was aware of every point of contact on his skin, the way his clothes rested on him, and wanted so badly to touch Blaine on the other side of the counter that it felt like he’d develop telekinesis willing it to happen.

Through the white noise of the catcalls, Kurt managed to say, “That wasn’t a charity kiss.”

“No,” Blaine admitted. “It wasn’t.” He was dazed and flushed down his neck. Probably everyone was staring. “You should take your money back. I don’t want it.”

“It’s Santana’s money.” Kurt knew he was being awful but clung to it as a way out. “She convinced me - ” He couldn’t say it.

“Don’t try to tell me that meant nothing,” Blaine said, but he said it uncertainly, like he was asking. 

It was terrifying, what that did to Kurt. He opened his mouth to say those exact words, “it meant nothing,” but his gaze caught on how Blaine was running his tongue over his lips like he wanted another taste. A gut-punch of longing stole his breath. Kurt leaned in, heart pounding, feeling half crazed, and said in Blaine’s ear, “If I told you to abandon your post right now, would you do it?”

Blaine was nodding before Kurt was even done talking. He flipped the sign to CLOSED, pulled Kurt around to his side of the counter, and slid the privacy curtain shut in front. 

Kurt saw what he meant to do. “You’re crazy,” he said, laughing, helpless, but let Blaine take him by the hand as they made a run for it through the back of the booth.

Then they were outside. It was a blazing sun-soaked afternoon and Blaine let Kurt push him against the wall in the middle of the hall and kiss him and kiss him until they ran out of breath, and if there was a destination Kurt felt with stunning certainty they had arrived.

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still taking prompts if anyone wants to send me any !!

[kelserlyspace]

'𝘼𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨, 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧. 𝙎𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙮𝙖𝙥.'

I'd like to see some of your favorite fics that vibe with this.

I'll go first, #Breathmints/Battlescars

which is one of the inspo for this #Dramione #fanart I made.🥰

this my first time posting art so bare w me 🥹😭

[dudja]

Shrek needs a breath mint #donkey #comedy #shrek #funny #impression #dudja #lol #memes #breathmint #eddiemurphy