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REGARDLESS OF THOSE WHO IT MAY AFFECT IN PHYSICAL AND MENTAL WAYS
MYTH: Americans set off fireworks on the 4th of July, in honor of our Independence Day
FACT: Americans set off fireworks from approximately June 20thâJuly 20th, for no reason other than this is the time of year that you can literally buy them at any grocery store
#I fucking hate fireworks#imagine having PTSD and people stay up for a week or two shooting off bang bang creations at random times when you're trying to sleep#and also screaming#and what if I had a baby? huh? you'd fucking wake the baby up#and all those animals who also don't like fireworks?#also the trash! the fucking pieces parts of fireworks that are left around!#not to mention the smell#I genuinely don't see the joy in something that brings pain to so many people and animals
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i havent been able to shave in days and i feel like a whooly mammoth in a sauna
#not to mention the smell#maybe im just sensitive but when im unable to shave it feels like the smell gets worse#maybe its cheap deodorant#or maybe god hates me#im like a moist hairy onion and i hate it
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TW. YAPPING!!!!! and i think i say cum once or twice probablie
TGE TROLLS WOULD NOT SMELL GOOD !!!!!
i feel like at most they smell neutral??? or however tf bugs smell
but especially like while and before they play the game?? at the very least they dont smell traditionally nice.
they dont smell like flowrrs and nice things
ESPECIALLY NEPETA!!!! SHE SMELLS LIKE DEAD THINGS MOST OF THE TIME!! SHE STINKS OF ANIMAL AND BLOOD AND SWEAT AND SHE DOESNT SHOWER SHE LIVES IN A CAVE
like no hate to the person who said she would smell like sour candy but likeâŚ.. why?
i feel like if the troll blood castes were scented, olive blood would have a more natural scent and they wouldnât be sweet
AND EVEN THEM SHES STILL STINKY!!!!!
the meowrails stink. i love them. but they stink.
equius smells like BO and motor oil and nepeta probably smells like cat piss.
ALSOOOSODOSOSOSO i feel like itâs really weird when people imply or headcanon that the trolls have flavored cum?? like tht feels weird
i feel like even if they did it probably wouldnt be human flavors like chocolate
i dont even wanna think about what i think their cum would taste like tho so im not even gonna try to form an opinion. you do u mann(or do the homestuck trolls ig bc clearly thats ur thing)
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i mean clearly not all of their smells are unbearable because clearly the humans dont mind it too much(or at least dont say anything) but also a lot of the biggest offenders are dead so
gamzee smells like drugs. and. dead trolls.
heâs the only i can maybe see smelling sweet because of all the faygo
ik if they were humans they would stink too
like vriska would lie about taking showers i just know it. vriska would drench herself body spray and claim she showered.
trolls wouldnât smell sweet at the very least
they come from murder land
they donât smell like vanilla dream
#homestuck#homestuck trolls#yapping#smelling#stinky stinky trolls#meowrails#meowrail mention#smell#smelly#smelly stinky stinky yuck!#im learning a lot about tumblr with these recomended tagsâŚ#stinky#humanstuck#lots of things get mentioned#rant#or something#vriska slander#vriska serket#yeah thatâs it
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Based on somewhat real events
I spent way too much time drawing this...
But yeah, Ford finally saying thank you
A continuation (kinda)
#sometimes my skin smells too strongly and I hate it. I wanna crawl up and die. it's not that bad usually#only when I'm already overstimulated#there were 2 times where I was sick and I started crying and almost threw up because the smells were too strong#one time the smell of tge city. the other time it was roasted chicken. I still feel sick when I smell reheated chicken to this day#I'd love to have someone comfort me and rub my back in these moments but 1. I don't want anyone to touch me and#2. I feel like I don't deserve to be touched because it's an inconvenience to others#anyway enough about me. I am now projecting in these characters#I hate drawing their faces so much#gravity falls#stanford pines#ford pines#young stanford pines#stan pines#stanley pines#young stan pines#art#fanart#traditional art#comic#long post#watercolor#forgot to mention but I can't take a shower when the sun is still up except if I was swimming in a pool/sea. no specific reason I just can'#projecting to Ford because Stan would never feel like that :/ oh well#is this cringe? maybe. probably. do I care? no. not really#I'm self diagnosing myself with 'definitely something wrong but not further specified' because this can't be normal#btw sorry if this is disappointing. I tried my best (the first part is pretty neat imo)#wonder if anyone is gonna read all of these tags#is this the worst thing you've seen yet?#teen stan#teen ford
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How You Turn My Word; Chapter 2
The day continues, and this time you find yourself in an entire new world... a world called The Underground.
Character; Lilia Vanrouge
Content; Gender-neutral reader, more shenanigans, reader isn't happy
Content Warning; Intoxication (Lilia), swearing
Word Count; 2.7 K
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |
Don't put my work into AI; I'll make sure you end up in the Bog of Eternal Stench.
Liliaâs night was not going according to plan and he was mentally cursing himself over it.
Thing Lilia did not plan for #1; he got lost. To be fair though, many a thing had drastically changed since the last time he romped around the mortal realm. A few hundred years would do that though. Humans now seemed to live in tall metal boxes rather than the humble cottages of ages past.Â
Thing Lilia did not plan for #2; a red flower deceiving him and containing something akin to liquor. So he was flying around lost while under the influence, which only worsened his situation. (Lilia did not know it, but the red flower was in fact a hummingbird feeder with sugar water which had been left out in the sun for too long and had fermented. Make sure to change your hummingbird feeder often on hot days so you donât cause a nectar-loving friend to fly while wasted)Â
Thing Lilia did not plan for #3; getting himself stuff in one of those tall metal boxes, and he was now stuck inside some cursed metal labyrinth. At least it was not iron or silver, as it did not burn, apparently, humans no longer fortified their abodes with those metals. Perhaps the times have changed for the better?
But Lilia finally escaped the infernal metal labyrinth, perhaps luck was finally on his side tonight after all! He bumped around a few corners. My my, what a small hovel. Perhaps things have not changed all that much from the last time I was here⌠But Lilia was rudely pulled from his thoughts when something swatted him clean out of the air. And the culprit? A rather rotund grey cat with large blue eyes, which was now carrying Lilia into its lair, most likely to play with him for a bit before deciding that it had had itâs fun and ultimately put him out of his misery.
His night went from a jolly and somewhat embarrassing tale he would regale about at the local tavern, to a bedtime story parents would tell their children about the dangers of going places that you really shouldnât. Should he get out of this sticky situation Lilia would not live this incident down.Â
The cat placed Lilia in a collection of socks and then sauntered off, calling out at the top of its lungs. Great, it's getting company for supper, and Iâm the appetizer. How lovely. But Lilia knew he would have a better chance of getting out of this situation if he stayed calm and waited for an opportunity to escape. Even while tipsy, he could keep his cool.
And the feline was back and yanked Lilia out of the sock hole. Cracking open his one eye he saw that the cat did not come back with its hungry friends, but rather, a human. That was both good news and bad news. Good news; he most likely was not going to be eaten tonight! Yippee! Bad news; the last time he was in bat-form in a humanâs abode, he was chased around with a torch, which he really did not want to go through again. So his best course of action was to play dead in this situation.
When the human left the room though, he took his chance and took flight once again, trying to find a way out. The cat was trying to catch him again, but Lilia knew of its tricks this time and dodged every swipe it sent his way.
But he was pulled out of his thoughts when the human screeched at the cat, âYOU CAUGHT A FUCKING BAT?!âÂ
Oh yeah, they did not sound happy, not at all, but it seemed to be directed more at their feline companion rather than him.
As he was busy flapping around, trying to find an escape but to no avail, he also heard the human whispering to him. âDonât fly towards my head, bat. Iâm just trying to get you back outside. Youâre a nice bat, right? Nice bat, nice bat.â
Were he not preoccupied and in a better state of mind, Lilia would have been amused by this. Currently, though he was occupied with trying not to be eaten and finding a way out of this cursed place. He was not in a laughing mood. All Lilia wanted to do was get back home, pass out in his bed but he would also be happy with his sofa as well, and pretend that this was nothing more than a bad dream after a night spent tavern hopping. Dealing with a horrid hangover would be better than this⌠and he was most likely going to have one of those anyways. Tonight really wasnât Liliaâs night, not at all.
Then the human grabbed the cat, and Lilia was finally left alone. The window was open, but he didnât know that, as his mind was too preoccupied with you know, not dying, that he hadnât noticed that the human had opened it for him. So where did Lilia go? Well, he went back into the metal labyrinth (air duct), and fumbled around until he tired himself out. It wasnât the most ideal of spots to crash for the night, but it was better than going back and possibly being eaten, Lilia would rather avoid that. So this was going to be his bed for the night, a lonely quiet corner of the air duct system, where he could hopefully wake up sober tomorrow. But he yearned for his warm quilts that awaited for him back at home, back in Faerie, or as some call it, the Underground.
Lilia wasnât even supposed to be in the mortal realm in the first place, but curiosity had won him over, and he even ignored the travel advisory that was in place. Some crow fae had travelled there about a century or so ago and had yet to return back, hence a travel advisory. But yet here he was in the mortal realm, tiny, drunk, and utterly lost. His bad decisions could be looked into further detail once he got some shut-eye. So he wrapped himself in his wings and passed out in the corner of the air vent. Hopefully, when he woke up he could turn this disastrous day around.
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Upon waking up, Lilia groaned â or rather, in this case, squeaked â and stretched his wings out. So the wretched metal maze and last night's fiasco was not some liquor-hazed dream; how lovely. Utterly delightful.
At least the strange maze echoed sound quite well, so he knew what exits to avoid. Not that one, he could hear a dog barking, and the feline encounter was enough for him. No, not that one either, he could hear children screaming.
Finally, he came to an opening, there was some quiet chatter, but it was far enough away where Lilia felt comfortable enough to explore this potential escape route.Â
Why does this look familiar? AM I BACK IN THE BUILDING?! Yes, yes he was. At least there was no sign of the ca��
âMrp?â Speak of the devil.
The cat got out of its den and lept at Lilia, who dodged the attack, and the cat pushed some books off a desk. The cat was also screaming at him, and causing an all-around ruckus. Lilia managed to outmaneuver the feline, but soon a brand new human came into the scene.
The new human took one look at Lilia and backpedalled out of the room. But the human had just created another escape route for him, and Lilia flew, well, like a bat straight out of hell for it. Too bad the next room contained two more humans, including the one he had encountered from last night⌠maybe they would be nice again and spare him for trespassing on their small abode?
In the midst of the chaos, the human from last night knocked him out of the air with a broom. Okay, that hurt little Beastie. But that swing and the crash landing into a table caused Lilia to shift back into his human form, which also caused sparkles to happen. Did humans still think magic was evil? Well, he was about to find out.
Everyone remained silent, and after the sheer noise of the chaos, it was deafening, even the cat was quiet. And Lilia stared at the human that had knocked him out of the air, you. And you were staring straight back at him, looking utterly baffled. Well, this is awkward⌠I think I have overstayed my welcomeâŚÂ
Lilia snapped his fingers, and he started to disappear into sparkles yet again, this time going home since he wasnât able to use his magic when stuck in bat form. And it was happening without a pinch, but you seemed to trip on thin air and crash landed on his feet, disappearing with him; a stowaway coming to Faerie.Â
⌠Well this is no good now, is it?
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 When the green sparkles subsided, you found yourself sitting in some sort of bog, and the water had made it into your mouth by some twist of fate. While you were busy spitting the bog water out of your mouth, the stranger was standing by the bank, dry, without any sulfuric-tasting water in his mouth, and looking better for wear.
Pulling yourself out of the bog water â eugh, you smelled like eggs now, great â you pointed an accusatory finger at him, water dripping from the end. âWhere,â you spat out some extra bog water from your mouth, âam I? And why does it reak of eggs?!â You would have looked and sounded more imposing, but you were sopping wet, covered in mud, and spitting out coughs trying to get the bad taste out of your mouth; which wasnât really commanding any sort of respect.
The stranger, Lilia, snorted before letting out a cough, trying to hide his amusement very poorly. He waved his hand, green sparkles surrounded you and you were now dry, still covered in mud, but dry. âFaerie, although some call it the Underground.â
You opened your mouth, but he wagged his finger at you. âAnd before you blame me for bringing you here, you have no one to blame for this but yourself!â Despite the cheeriness, there was something cold and off putting in his eyes, like he was calculating something. But that moment passed, and the almost annoying cheerful facade came back in full. âAs for the smell? That so happens to be The Bog of Eternal Stench!â
âLike eternal eternal?â You really didnât need to smell like rotten eggs for the rest of your days.
The stranger just chuckled, âFret not, Beastie, I decided to return the favour, since your feline friend decided not to eat me. But it is indeed âeternal eternalâ if you donât have the means to get rid of it.â
Beastie? âUh, okay.â not the most eloquent of things to say, but really, could anyone blame you? You just fell through some kind of portal, magic(?) was real, and oh yeah, so were fae/faeries or whatever the hell they called themselves. So âUh, okayâ was perfectly fine in this situation.
Mr. Sparkles â if he was going to call you Beastie, he deserved a dumb nickname â just gave you a smile, exposing the barest hint of his fangs; despite his small frame, he was still dangerous, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. It was as if he was assessing you, to see if you would be worth the trouble to help. You didnât know if either option would be good by the way his magenta eyes twinkled with mischief.
He let out a huff and started walking away, and you followed. âI wouldnât recommend following me, Beastie,â he hummed, and you tripped over a rock, vines keeping you to the moss. âThe court would not take kindly to you.âÂ
You glared at him and tried ripping the vines off of your feet, but they didnât budge. âAnd why should I listen to you?âÂ
Mr. Sparkles booped you on the nose, âWell, it would ensure that you made it out of here alive, which I believe you would find beneficial and all.âÂ
Obnoxious prick. But he did have a point, you would rather make it back home alive rather than fucking around and finding out (aka dying). âSo what? Are you going to just leave me here? No welcome brochure? Thanks.âÂ
You were being sarcastic, since it was either sarcasm or having a full-on existential crisis, since hey, magic wasnât real in your world! Dimension? Galaxy? Where the fuck was this place?! How the hell did you end up here?!
âHmm good pointâŚâ he snapped his fingers and there was now a book sitting in your lap. âThis should suffice, do be warned though, Beastie, I may call on you later to return the favour. For now though,â he started to turn into green sparkles, âtoodaloo!~â And he turned into a bat, flying off into the sunset, leaving you alone at the edge of the swamp with the only things to your name being the clothes on your back and a book in your lap.
How to Survive the Underground; For Humans! ⌠Did he just give you this worldâs equivalent of a For Dummies book? What the fuck? Was this kind of sick joke to him?
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Once some of your ire had subsided, you decided to sit down on a boulder and read a bit of the book while there was still some sunlight out, but it was dipping into the horizon fast.
How to Survive the Underground; For Humans! By Yelworc Erid Preface âŚâŚ i - iv Chapter 1; Surviving Your First NightâŚâŚ 1 - 10 Chapter 2; Edible Food for Humans âŚâŚ 11 - 31 Chapter 3; The Basics of Fae Etiquette âŚâŚ 32 - 35 3.1; Species Specifics âŚâŚ 36 - 146 3.2; Government Specifics âŚâŚ 147 - 169 Chapter 4; Help! I Have Been Indentured to a Fae! âŚâŚ 170 - 200 Chapter 5; Adjusting to Fae Social Life âŚâŚ 201 - 224 Chapter 6; Transmittable Illnesses & Diseases âŚâŚ 225 - 261 Chapter 7; Fae Courting Practices âŚâŚ 262 - 264 7.1; Species Specifications âŚâŚ 265 - 366 7.2; Government Specifications âŚâŚ 367 - 389 7.3; Accepting a Courting Proposal âŚâŚ 390 - 393 7.4; Refusing a Courting Proposal âŚâŚ 394 - 401 Chapter 8; How to Handle Fae Children âŚâŚ 402 - 452 Chapter 9; How to Leave the Underground ⌠453 Chapter 10; Adjusting to Life in the Underground âŚâŚ 454 - 482 Acknowledgments âŚâŚ 483 - 485
Looking back up to the horizon, you quickly turned the pages to Chapter 1; Surviving Your First Night.
âIf you are unable to find yourself some suitable shelter, one should find themselves safe by camping out in a rowan tree. These trees can easily be found by their vermillion clusters of berries. They keep away all native species of the Underground,â you read out loud, turning your attention to the trees nearby, searching for those berries. âRowan tree, rowan treeââ
A loud screech coming from the undergrowth only pushed you further.Â
Nope, I do not want to find out what THAT was! Nope! NoPe! NOPE!Â
Finally, you found a tall enough tree and you hauled your ass up it like there was a fire below you, and you were up in the canopy, far enough up that nothing could reach you, but also high enough where you needed to be careful, since you didnât want to meet an early death because you made a wrong move. But for now, you were safe.
âNice try buddy,â you muttered to yourself, trying to get comfy. Wood wasnât the comfiest thing in the world, but you werenât really in the position to be complaining. âI am not on the menu.â
The screech came again, this time closer; yeah, you werenât sleeping tonight. The sun was now beyond the horizon, and there was no moon, the only light coming from the stars above; it was very pretty, but you could see jack shit. This was going to be a long night⌠and not a fun one, since you could also see the glowing eyes of unknown creatures which were, quite frankly, freaky as fuck. So yeah, no sleep for you.
âThis fucking sucks,â you grumbled, and a chittering from the bog seemed to mock you. âThis really fucking sucks.â
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Tags; @busycloudy, @eynnwwyjth, @identity-theft-101, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @lucid-stories, @ryker-writes, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii
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Author's Note; This chapter is shorter, but it felt natural to end the chapter like this. This chapter, and the previous one, were both rewrites of an old WIP, so from here on out I don't have to rewrite! YIPPEE!!! Rewriting takes me forever, so we shall see what I come up with next.
If you liked this, do check out my masterlist for more content!
#twst#twst x reader#twst x gn reader#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland x gn reader#lilia vanrouge#lilia vanrouge x reader#lilia vanrouge x gn reader#still building up that aspect; yeah it's gonna be a while but that allows for some yearning#got another labyrinth mention in there#i decided to be nice to reader where they don't end up smelling like rotten eggs for their entire stay in the underground;#; it would be funny but reader has been through enough without needing to smell bad on top of that#twst labyrinth au#gilf enjoyers rejoice#why does rewriting take me so damn long? i even deleted scenes that i didn't feel like keeping#writing is pain and suffering yet it brings me immense joy... not gonna elaborate on that#not a bunch of fun stuff hidden in the tags this time but oh well
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James being awful to anyone who isn't his friend lends itself so well to reg being awful to...well, anyone
Like the amount of time they'd spend hating each other and convincing themselves their feelings are just hatred and nothing else is insane
James hating himself when he realises he wants to kiss him
Reg having SO many mixed feeling because not only is this guy a dick, he's also best friends with his brother, an even bigger dickhead- and one of the people his family was sworn to hate.
They take their feelings out on each other through the means of fighting and 'hatred' and then line at night and hate themselves for it
It's not an 'oh no I like a boy' thing it's a 'oh fuck I like him? He's AWFUL I might have to jump off a cliff :/'
#barty KNOWSSSSS#he can smell the homo energy#he doesn't mention it tho#jegulus#starchaser#sunseeker
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I believe they are the cleanest captains of the gotei 13
#not to mention byakuya bc he smells like cherry blossom đ¸#bleach#bleach tybw#mayuri kurotsuchi#zaraki kenpachi#shinixgami
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#You can just smell the trouble#leshy what are you plotting?#cult of the lamb#cotl lamb#cotl leshy#cotl yellow cat#cotl kallamar#kallamar mention#I do hope my writing is ledgable enough#rtcc draws
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nikroach doodles
#acedraws#cod#call of duty#modern warfare#nikolai#roach#gary sanderson#nikroach#infrared#nik can tell roach doesnt like the smell of smoke so he puts out his cig everytime hes around#roach doesnt mention it but he appreciates it#that consideration makes him love nik even more u.u#tho he does think nik looks hot smoking
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Lukewarm take: I hate breakfast in bed. No, not even coffee. No. Breakfast on the couch though? Big yes.
#what prompted this - read a ficlet that mentioned [redacted] bringing you breakfast in bed#idk just hate eating in my room. crumbs 𤢠food smell đ no thank you!#i accept water always and tea. but nothing else#coffee is also a no JUST BECAUSE i need to sit down properly and enjoy it#sometimes i eat cereals in bed but that's when i'm super lazy or sad and EVEN THEN only in the afternoon or late evening#breakfast is a sacred meal and i shall respect her
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s4e6
#THE WAY THEY SAY HI TO LOGAN FIRST#AND THEY ONLY HUG LOGAN#SYD SHAKES EVERYONE ELSES HAND#ALSO LOGAN KNOWS MORPHS SMELL#ALSO NOT TO MENTION LOGAN HUGGING??#SOCIALLY AND EMOTIONALLY INEPT LOGAN GIVING PHYSICAL AFFECTION????#btw scott was a dick didnt even walk up to morph like everyone else did#fuck you scott youre the reason syd had an evil brainworm and was traumatized by sinister in the first place fuck you#this blog is not a safe space for scott summers#he is like one of the main sources of drama in this show i hate him#x men#x men the animated series#logan howlett#xmen wolverine#kevin sydney#morph x men#xmen jean gray#jean gray#ororo munroe#storm xmen#hank mccoy#beast xmen#morpherine#this episode is so full of morpherine its driving me insane#xmen tas: s4
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ELVIS' FAVORITE FOODS
One of my favorites (if not the favorite) pieces of info about E's private life.
When I brought Elvis in something that he really loved to eat, he was adorable, sitting up against the pillows, cross-legged in his menâs pajamas. He had this cute little dance he did in bed, where he rocked from side to side, sometimes with his eyes closed, with this beatific smile on his face, almost like Stevie Wonder. Thatâs how much he loved his favorite foods. It tasted so good to him and made him so supremely content. I can still see him rocking left to right in bliss, enjoying his food. Linda Thompson on her memoir book, "A Little Thing Called Life: On Loving Elvis Presley, Bruce Jenner and Songs In Between".
Some of the treats Linda mentioned Elvis liked were:
A pound of bacon, a six-egg omelet, and five or six pieces of toast.
"When I took the enormous portion up to him on his tray and put it in front of him, as heâd predicted, he didnât ever eat all of it. So, no, he didnât eat oversize portions every night. But sometimes he did eat too much, especially in the wake of 'Aloha from Hawaii,' when he was recovering from the deprivation of that 500-calorie-a-day diet."
PB&B (peanut butter and banana) sandwiches:
"If they were not made exactly the way he required, he would not eat them, and he had no hesitation about sending them back. Make it the way I want it,' he would say to whoever had brought up the food."
"Iddytream" (ice cream)
"He loved all of the flavors, but Iâd say that vanilla and chocolate were his absolute favorites. Sometimes strawberry. What he really adored were ice cream sandwiches, and especially Eskimo Pies, the ones with the crispy chocolate coating encasing a square of vanilla ice cream. Sometimes he ate a whole box at once, with me bringing the treats to him one at a time."
Honeydew melon
During Elvis Week 2024, Linda said that Elvis requested honeydew melon for dessert, especially when he needed to control his weight gain (which she says, as we can imagine, was often). At night she would bring him his order, one of his favorites according to her, and they would put a towel on the bed, as usual whenever they'd eat in his bedroom. El would sit cross-legged, happily eating his honeydew melon and (occasionally) with each bite he would do that little dance that she told in her book.
As for the food Elvis couldn't stand, Linda said:
"My preferred diet ['Mediterranean diet with a lot of fish and vegetables'] suffered during those years because Elvis would never allow fish to be cooked at Graceland or anywhere we were. He hated the smell of fish."
#this is so extremely adorable#i can't stop trying to picture the scene#that Winnie the Pooh gif makes me imagine elvis eating and i laugh so hard - every damn time#i wish i had pictures of elvis eating in the 70s to illustrate this post but i never crossed one - that i remember#and what if i tell you i relate to each of the things linda mentioned E liked? i was so happy... lol i also hate the smell of fish#elvis presley#elvis library#elvis history#elvis and linda#linda thompson#elvis#70s elvis#elvis the king
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How does one work at a cat shelter? What qualifications did you need, in the UK? - Unemployed and desperate for a job that provides joy. Mwah.
it's a volunteer job i'm afraid, so it doesn't pay me. experience requirements depend on where you apply, but most places are happy to take you on if you have basic experience looking after a cat, or even just a willingness to listen and learn. it's not glamorous work, though. there's a lot of cleaning up shit and vomit. the cute cats are a bonus but they make a lot of mess and they do kinda stink. i don't gaf because i used to own a cat and i worked at a horse rescue sanctuary as a kid so i'm used to it, but some people quit real fast when it's not what they expected.
#emeto mention#like man do i love cats. but only about 10% of my job involves cuddling them.#the other 90% is cleaning up the various foul smelling messes they make. feeding them. convincing them to take their meds. bathing them.#etc.
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19 March 2024
Yesterday's classes got cancelled, my thesis lab included, so I didn't even get that to sweeten the fact I have ochem today. Lab mates laugh at my dramatic sighs but I genuinely don't enjoy ochem at all and every lab feels like a battle against the apparatus that refuses to cooperate. Not to mention the smell. I smelled xylene for the first time today and it was not an enjoyable experience 2/10 would not recommend. Thank goodness I have pchem lab tomorrow. Pchem lab save me... Pchem lab... Save me pchem lab...
#wdym xylene smells sweet#no it doesn't it smells like paint remover from hell#melting point measurement went wrong too#have i mentioned yet i hate ochem?#mine#studyblr#chemblr#studyspo#study motivation#stemblr#sciblr#chemistry#op
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abueloier: smells like shit, right here. *sniffs* i smell huelo caca.
ghost: you smell LIKE SHIII- [vanishes]
abueloier: (startled) OH! oh, no, i'm hallucinating-
slime: (high-pitched) wow! you sure are hallucinating a lot, mister!
abueloier: yeah...
#qsmp#slimecicle#roier#cellbit#philza#abueloier#cellboo#<- ?#qsmp clips#they will never pass up the opportunity to mention the other smells like shit and ass#i want them back so bad COME BAAACCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK
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every single week Hokazono has me wondering what little gay thing he's gonna put on the new kagurabachi chapter and i swear he never misses
#kagurabachi#He's like okay lets have this character mention hakuri smells like chihiro yeah thats right#chihiro rokuhira#hakuri sazanami#Orsumnidrk#takeru hokazono
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