#for a while so its a joke

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

a couple scribbles i cleaned up. also i think i like drawing him in varying states of distress

[autumn-may]

terrisas really funny ithink

[lilybug-02]

Eimmet High...temmiE high. OMG!

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[dudedidujust]

The daily planet runs a front page article calling superman the light of mankind

Cue the batfam launching a counter campaign in support of Signal,  the real Light of Mankind.

It starts as a joke but quickly derails into an all out war.

[ruporas]

kiss the pain away

[deoidesign]

Red is a good color

[artist-assassin]

Halsin said something like "this place is far too quiet - void of people and animals. I miss the sounds of nature" and Shadowheart offered to make animal noises for him 😭

[starryluminary]

♪ Last Man in the World ♪

The Band CAMINO

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◃◃ II ▹▹

Now we’re really getting into canon divergence. The nitty gritty, if you will. This episodes pretty much the same; Noah calls Alejandro an eel and gets called out for it, Courtney and Gwen find Duncan and he joins Team Chris, you know how it goes. What changes is that Team Chris ends up winning the challenge (like they should of in the first place but I digress) and get Duncan as their prize. I’m gonna say Gwen lets it slip that she has feelings for Duncan and Courtney gets incredibly upset, getting Sierra and Heather to vote for Gwen. Cody’s all out of sorts after Noah was at risk of being kicked off, though he wont say that out loud. He doesn’t have to, anyway. Tyler also gains a massive weight on his shoulders but it’s fine he’ll be fine

[mizzfizz]

the morning light shines softly into the room, moving across the wall as the curtains sway to the wind's melody.

you lay awake, gazing at your lover, leon, who lays fast asleep upon your breasts. he looks calm and serene, his breath light as his chest rises up and down.

the light that ripples over his head makes his blonde hair shine, giving him an ethereal look as though an angel rests here in his stead.

you move your hand towards his face to lightly caress his cheek with the back of your hand, before tucking a lock of his silky hair behind his ear.

the right side of his face is cuddled between your breasts as his left arm lays over your body onto the bed.

you trace the length of his jawbone, the slope of his nose, the curvature of his eyebrow, and the shape of his lips.

you wonder how long the two of you will be able to stay like this before he leaves again.

almost like he can hear your thoughts, his eyelashes flutter open, revealing to you his cerulean blue eyes.

once his gaze lands onto you, a sleepy smile encompasses his face that seeps into his crow's feet.

he presses a kiss onto your sternum, before reaching out for your hand and interlocking your fingers together.

his hand is a lot bigger than yours, his fingers long and lean. you can feel the callouses that litter the tips of his fingers and the tops of his palm.

he brings your interlocked hands to his face, pressing a kiss onto the back of your hand.

you smile softly back at him, your worries melting away at the show of his affection.

with the warmth of the sun that shines on your skin and the breeze of the cool spring air, you fall back asleep, content that for now, leon lays here with you.

— all rights reserved © MIZZFIZZ 2022-2024. do not repost/redistribute to any other platform, copy, steal, or claim as your own post.

[crowsgrudge]

fionna's world being represented by a dandelion makes so much sense ... they're weeds. yet people make wishes through them, changing their whole meaning from something meant to be destroyed to something hopeful.

dandelions are also resilient and it makes sense that something associated with them would. you know. perservere despite the destruction caused by the scarab.

but ultimately i think what REALLY made me tear up over this is that dandelions are really boring plants. when you're a kid you blow on them and make your wish but they're not eyecatching or anything but still, fionna's final wish was for her old world to still exist as it was when she left it (> plain and simple. boring even).

like the moment she realized she would lose her friends, and that her friends might forget each other if the world got its magic back, she immediately decided she didn't want it and I think that ties back to the dandelion metaphor so well... like, do you really need magic to be real to find it everywhere? or can you turn something boring into something magical?

[royalarchivist]

A 100% accurate representation* of what would've happened if Cellbit had recruited the rest of the Favela 5 to help him infiltrate the Federation to save Felps.

(Inspired by this post)

[boobchuy]

I love amphibia I'm really happy it exists

[om0000]

well rendered westley jumpscare

[deathfavor]

" It still qualifies as an attempted bribe. " Ming Yi counters in turn, letting out a snort. ( It had been a strange thing - learning to mimic breathing until it became second nature. He Xuan had forgotten it quickly after becoming a ghost - but this role demanded his remembrance of the act.) " How generous. " Like many things, what exactly Ming Yi tone implies is left up to the listener.

The calamity earth master follows after the ever flightful wind master when she begins to walk, easily falling into the familiar rhythm that has formed over the time knowing each other. " No, I imagine not. Not beyond temporary measures that will inevitably wear them down or cause tempers to flare. " Especially if the martial gods around here were in any way similar to the followers. " I doubt it. Villages very rarely prosper from an act like this. A booming city could handle it, but something like this could easily make a village fall apart and cause trade to falter. Unlike a city, they often lack a zone if you will to which a story could be confined. If people don't feel safe, they will be fearful, as will traders. " Ming Yi remarks, as one would expect of the earth master. " A city often will have a building or street or block which confines such stories for entertainment, a village is too small to often achieve a similar separation. "

His eyes slide towards her for a moment, observing her as she speaks before letting his gaze turn ahead once more. " Most likely, perhaps we'll find out more when he pay a visit. " He shrugs - speculation will do them little good when the tangible aspect could be something like an artifact to a full ghost. But why now? He tilts his head in thought. " I'm not sure. It does seem rather odd. "

He strides forward several more steps even after she stops, but once he sees it is not her simply being distracted by something in passing, he pauses while looking at her. " There is a possibility of it. " He acknowledges with a small shrug of his shoulders. " Or a weak ghost utilizing some other event to seem stronger than it is. That's not uncommon. " He muses and then raises an eyebrow. " Yes, I assume so. I take it you have a plan in mind? Or shall we just pay it a visit and see what happens? "

      ⌜◈⌟    ▌ ── 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐢 𝐐𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬. "It's not a bribe if you never actually accepted my offer and chose to accompany me out of the goodness of your heart instead," she counters, cheeky grin once more making itself home on her lips. "But out of the goodness of my own heart, I'll still make sure you don't go hungry." A nigh impossible promise to keep, if his eating habits were anything to go off of.

     𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲. Her whisk works overtime in its swish-swish-swishing as she launches into the findings of her preliminary investigation. "Prayers concerning this haven't come directly to me just yet, actually. The village has been relying on cultivators from a nearby sect to keep things under control. Martial cultivators can't do much about the wind, though. That's the first thing I don't understand about all this. Unless that's the village's idea of entertainment." The hint of laughter that threads through her voice implies she would certainly find it entertaining. Just imagine: a line of cultivators fighting an invisible enemy with all their might, exactly how actors in a play would carry out their choreography. What a riot!

     𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭. "Anyway! That must mean that whatever this threat is, there's a tangible aspect to it. Or at least, enough of one to have martial cultivators roped in. Which leads me to the next thing I don't understand: why have prayers regarding the wind only started now?" What really worries her is the specific wording of those prayers. They all imply those poor villagers have spent countless weeks listening to the wind whisper monstrous things in their ears. It's always the wind itself they mention. Not 'something that sounds like the wind' or 'something that comes with the wind'.

    𝐒𝐡𝐢 𝐐𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. "Say... you don't suppose it could be a ghost, could it? If it is, for it to be powerful enough to manipulate an element..." She trails off. A visible shiver runs down her spine. "Best not to jump to conclusions. Nothing we can't deal with, Ming-xiong! Now, where to begin... experiencing it ourselves may be best, right?"

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Clown to Equine communication failed; They are separate species.

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