#judging hard

[hopefulrunaways]

some little drawings that started with Pinterest bases and I got carried away with lol

here close ups in hopes to have better quality:

[giantkillerjack]

I think Gastronauts on Dropout is the cooking show that has made me truly appreciate the skill of professional chefs more than any other cooking show.

Like I don't know if it's because the challenges are so crazy or the fact that the judges don't have any professional input whatsoever (they're all comedians), but the combination of how utterly stoked the judges are to be eating this food and how creative the chefs get to be really works to make you marvel at just how skilled a professional chef has to be.

Other cooking shows always have a level-voiced narrator listing out shit like,

"Rebecca is doing a praline-mint ganache with a Twiffly Street stir-up, combined with a gestelle Santa Maria sponge technique."

And it's fun to pretend like, 'Ah, yes. Of course! A classic of the genre! She'd be a fool not to!' as though I know anything about cooking or baking.

But on Gastronauts, it's a bunch of comedians who would really graciously appreciate some fancy food, watching chefs cook and going, like,

"What is that? What is he doing?? It's like- like a swishy thing! Like a fancy swishy thing!!"

"OH MY GOD YES, HE'S USING ONIONS."

"Ooo! Crunchies!??"

And then the chefs get to come out and formally present their food, which makes them look very smart. And these actors who generally can't afford Michelin star cuisine are just :DDDD!

And it's like, oh yeah. This is about my level, yes. This conveys how normal people who don't eat good food for a living would actually react. And it's super chill. It's good vibes, that show. 👌

[great-and-small]

Bird identification is so fucked up in a really fun way you can’t understand until you get into it. For example, there is a type of goose called the cackling goose that looks exactly like a Canada goose except smaller and “cuter”. The cackling goose is way, way, more rare in most places than its relatively common cousin, so it’s on tons of birders life lists. Everyone wants to see a cackling (look in any bird ID group to see lots of hopeful people posting petite Canada geese). The two species regularly commingle, so sometimes a flock of those common parking lot birds will have the equivalent of a Pokémon shiny just hanging out in the middle of them.

How ridiculous and fun is that? I can never look at a big group of Canada geese without scrutinizing their ranks for an adorable little extremely rare cutie pie cackling goose. It reminds me a bit of mushroom harvesting minus the risk of death if you get it wrong

[wormsical]

uh yeah I sure hope it does

[stexnem]

Max: actually teaches baby Oscar how to swim, holds him in the water and reassures that he won’t let go of him

Charles: threw him off his yacht into the sea with “He has my monegasque genes, he will survive”

[managone16]

Genius Barty part 2: Regulus: Oh fuck, I don't think I have any eggs left- James: But you bought 4 dozen last week?? Regulus, shrugging: They all got used up. James: How? Regulus: Pandora made a face-pack, Barty took some to bake his cheese soufflé, Evan was included in the both face-pack and soufflé making. Regulus: Oh and Dorcas took some to make omelettes. James: So, you all used 48 eggs in 7 days?? Regulus: *Shrugs* Barty: Technically that's 1.71 eggs per person per day, so it isn't that much- James: I-what?? Sirius: HOW THE FUCK DID HE CALCULATE THAT SO FUCKING FAST??-

[thefishywizard]

You guys don't see visions of god when you're wasted?

[ellenchain]

I've been confused about a lot lately

[adobe-outdesign]

this new Mr. Mime card from the 151 set is already pretty nice looking but then you realize

they are playing!! chess

[soothsayerlottie]

Make Me Choose | @slayernat asked Natalie Scatorccio or Robin Buckley

[ectocosme]

"my transmigrated boyfriend sits on my lap all day to judge my games and make acerbic comments that I find hot [AITA?]"

[itsrensfairygardenn]

guys.. shower sex w art 🤤 and hes like STUPID because he coesnt understand that water makes it dry so he has to go down on u b4 😒 dumb fuck

mdni 18+

i mean… yeah! i see the vision of him being very inexperienced and a bit silly :( you’ve taken his virginity not so long ago, so he is still buzzing with excitement and a good amount of nerves every time you suggest something new. of course, he never ever minds doing whatever you want, even if he has absolutely no idea how to do it right, because god, his brain just turns off every time you touch him… so he just nods without even thinking. nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

but well, he’s a nervous wreck… art has already embarrassed himself too many times. he likes you so much, that even a mere sight of your body makes his ears and pale neck go pink. he’s excited. maybe too excited to make his brain work properly. and you’re loving, so patient with him, letting him do whatever he feels right :( even though he barely even knows how to make you cum :( and can’t last long when you two are getting intimate :( last week he came in his pajama pants when he was sucking your tits for the first time. he was so frustrated and embarrassed, that you spent the entire evening running your fingers through his curls and kissing his flushed cheeks to soothe him. “of course i’m not mad at you, baby” and “let’s try again, okay?” always worked perfectly, because he loves you so very much, and he always trusts you with everything. how can you be mad at him being your silly boyfriend that can’t last too long, because you’re just too damn hot?

so when you made it to the shower without him getting rock hard as soon as you took your shirt off, it was a very good beginning — now you have something to work with! warm splashes of water tickle your skin, and you can see him shiver with this boyish little smile on his lips, when he eyeing your naked form in a soft hue of the warm bathroom light. “you’re so pretty,” he murmurs in your hair, running his fingers over your bare shoulders, the swell of your breasts… oh, of course they make him losing his mind again, you can bet his mouth is already watering from the memory of your hardened nipples on his tongue.

it was only a matter of time until his mouth is all over your neck, kissing your skin so feverishly, as if he was tasting something heavenly, even though he was just licking drops of water off the delicate curve of your neck. you’re facing the misted shower wall, offering art an inviting and incredibly tantalizing view of your ass, so ready for him to take…

and in all honesty, it doesn’t surprise you that art struggles again… his hands are trembling, when he’s trying to steady himself and figure out why he can’t put it in the way he did before :( he immediately blamed himself for it, of course. what, he can’t make you wet anymore? you probably don’t want him now, after this pathetic excuse of sex he’s given you a week ago… no, no, it’s so embarrassing :( at least he’s lucky enough that you can’t see this desperate pout on his face, but you can probably hear his trembling breath even through the soft sound of water hitting the floor.

“fuck, i’m so sorry,” at this point art’s voice is almost shaking. oh god, your poor little baby. you’re turning around to face him again, and your mouth is already opening to tell him that there’s nothing wrong, that it’s normal. but art’s not going to leave you hanging again; looking down, you can see him kneeling on the hard shower floor — oh? is he going to…

your shoulder blades are pressed against the wall, and your head is tipping backwards at the feeling of his tongue on you, gingerly running it down your slit to have a taste, like a first bite of some exotic fruit. his blue eyes dart up, like precious stones framed with his wet eyelashes, and now it’s your turn to shudder, because fuck, he’s born to look at your like that, while his tongue is spreading your sensitive folds; he looks away from you only to glance at the water that rolls down your pubic — he catches these sparkly drops with his tongue, while his fingers carefully spread your lips. he looks like he’s just seen the eighth wonder of the world.

and when his eager tongue finds your clit? you’re practically whimper — which makes art whimper too, because usually he’s the one who turns into a whiny mess from a single touch… oh, maybe he understands what that means. has he found the way to make you cum?

trust me, art doesn’t need to be asked twice — now, when he knows how to make you feel good, he isn’t going to let that moment slip away. now your adorable little blondie is sucking your clit, as if it’s the last time he ever got a chance to get a taste of it. you’re so wet under his tongue, so sweet and beautiful, looking down at him like that. “so good, artie” “just like that… use your fingers too, baby” “yeah, you can make me cum, of course you can…”

and when you cum, really cum on his tongue, on his fingers that were teasing your entrance… art sees the divinity with his own eyes. slurred ‘i love you, i love you, i love you’ vibrate right against your pulsing, sensitive pussy, and his voice is so thin and shaky, as if he might start crying.

you rub his scalp with your manicured fingers, because he’s doing so well; of course you love him too, of course he can do it again later. so what if he came untouched again? “that’s okay, baby, i don’t mind. want to cum again?”

yes. yes. yes — the only right answer

[sightseertrespasser]

I don’t know what Drift and Ratchet are up to in Apocalyptic Ponyo but I had one funny undeveloped thought and chose to share it here.

Drift: “Gasket? I think I just had my life saved by a mer and now I’m in love.”

Gasket, joking: “Oh? Was it a sexy mermaid like in the movies?”

Drift: “No, like a beautiful husky old man that’s always frowning.”

[flowersforthemachines]

Thinking about Rook and Harding's relationship through the lens of Varric's death like. It's crystal clear it has a big impact on Lace - she's angry and distraught in its aftermath, has to psych herself up just to approach the ritual site ("You need to do it, Lace, it needs to be done"). When Rook suggests that she can use her powers to protect people, the first thing she thinks about is that she could've used them to protect people who mattered to her.

But she sees none of that in Rook. Rook comes across as standoffish at best. "Varric knew the danger." There's no in-game chance to reach out to Harding to share that grief, talk about how it affected them.

But it's not like Rook has to do that, right? Maybe they are not that kind of person. Maybe they grieve, but they don't show it, maybe Harding realises she and Rook just aren't as close as she thought they were, and that kind of stings, but you know. What can she do?

But then things happen in the plot. Weisshaupt happens, Shathann, Cyrian. There are so many chances for Rook to express how sorry they are about someone's passing, the loss of life (and Warden Rook especially does not just observe loss, they experience it and don't have to hide it). Harding sees that Rook can reach out to friends in difficult times. They attend the funeral with Bellara, comfort Taash when they need it. They can grieve, and they can help someone through grieving.

And there's that certain feeling of misunderstanding, maybe a hint of resentment, that Harding, a people pleaser, wouldn't dare to confront. What can she say, even? Why are you mourning all those people and not our common friend? Why not Varric? Why not Varric?

Then, she either dies, never finding out the truth, or finds out the truth so late that the rift between her and Rook has become so big they can't just fill it in. She can't undo the way she had been feeling, feeling about something Rook had no idea about. Tricked by Solas, manipulated to think that Varric was alive. Robbed of the chance to grieve a friend together, time lost forever.

[shiftywing]