#invitis

[thegreatyin]

we're so close to freedom.

[the-artemis-tapes]

Rip to them am I right?

[onewolfaday]

Idk if this is too obscure or not, but could you do any one of the wolf's rain wolves?

051. tsume from wolf's rain!

[klimt7]

La grande letteratura

La letteratura vera. Quella alta.

Eppure non so pensare che a te, e mi piace dirti queste cose."

[ Dino Buzzati ]

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[getonite]

hey guys...that prev was not an invitation to flood my inbox with s*baciel shit 😭

[rosyronkey]

every time i have to attend a party for white families who love in the suburbs and send their kids to catholic school i lose ten years off my life

[sendmyresignation]

going to a wes anderson/quintin tarantino costume party this weekend even though ive never seen a single one of their movies. this is right after the gay conference im presenting about the aids crisis too. average me experience.

[wiltf]

rain doesn’t break until they’re around the threshold of the camp.

and it is beautiful.

amell is captured in the seared taste across her lips — sweet ash, as catapults meet their feet across the bridge. running, as fast as they can. met by survivors who cry foul play, their words lost in the screams of stone falls and their fellow man down below. but for one moment,

catch of breath. hood pushed back. sweat and blood and rain, sweet and soft rain upon her brow. it does not burn in the rivets that have formed down her cheeks. salves applied, magic saved for combat, and in truth. amell does not want to leave it behind.

thunder carries them up the tower. hairs on her arms stand up, as she points her staff and sends that lightning forward. eventually, it is knocked from her hands, so she reminds the darkspawn why they insist on removing a mage’s hands.

burning of decayed flesh. a smell that she refuses to allow in, even as there are screams, arrows. brick that falls and amell is,

flying.

rain on her face.

accompanied with the last fading thought that it was still just,

[disneyprincessdxminatrix]

Riva, my octopus wants to go on a play date with your octopus

Oswald sagt, er nimmt die Einladung gern an!

[persa-tra-i-miei-pensieri]

La mia LAUREA: gli inviti

[matrose]

its sooo nice to have friends its sooo nice to know people i love it here i LOVEEEE THE WORLD i love when people know my name

[averageboyenjoyer]

I have plenty of Weird kinks but my musk fetish is definitely the most embarrassing of them, like hey boy come over but DONT put deodorant on, no reason for that btw

[omarfor-orchestra]

Buongiorno sto facendo una cosa che non avrei dovuto fare

[unskilledpoint]

dont die what if bad bitches come to ur door one day

My door isn't even locked they can just walk in.

[merrybrides]

Daily Invite: Gold Foil Wedding Invitations

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[moonstruckwytch]

Cor cor cor i have a would u rather for u:

Would you rather use zero recipes for a whole month (experimenting or cooking from memory is fine) or have to cook the same dinner for a whole week (u pick the dish) 👀👀👀

oh this answer may be wildly disappointing lmao.

i would rather make the same thing for a week, because honestly? sometimes i do that already. when i’m really truly burnt out and struggling i default to either making a huge batch or something and eating it for days, or making the same thing over and over. generally speaking it’s scrambled eggs with cheese, sausage, pan fried hash browns or tater tots, and toast. but in the interest of putting some more thought in, if i could only make one thing for a whole week? it would probably be either justine snack’s corn quinoa bake because that’s easy and versatile with toppings, (smoked salmon, avocado, maple chipotle roasted sweet potatoes and goat cheese is my go to) or a vietnamese ga xao xo ot recipe i saved from the wayback machine that’s almost a perfect duplicate for some of my favorite takeout in my hometown. i’d also probably happily eat oyakodon all week so long as i had a fresh pack of chicken thighs and didn’t have to defrost things.

honestly, the idea of trying to cook without recipes for a month is mildly terrifying. despite working in kitchens for years and having been cooking since i was 3 (when i topped my first pizza - there are pictures) i don’t like to experiment without a baseline. i can and will, but it’s not my preferred method. i like to make recipes as written once or twice to get a feel for them, and only then will i make alterations to my own tastes. i could probably cook from memory / experiment (without repeats) for 2 weeks or so before i got stressed about it.

this was fun. i’m always down to talk about cooking (but you know that!)