#or he could be pinto-bean

[stubbornseedling]

Big bean stretch~

What do you think, should we name him Chicory, or Pinto? We're on the fence about it.

[seyvia]

gameplay/concept/banner by @jonquilyst

character drawings by me, @seyvia

Find all these amazing characters below! Cheer on your favorites as they take on @jonquilyst challenges in! TOTAL, DRAMA, SIMS!🎭

(LINK) to the first post incase you missed it!

note: I drew them based off of their intro posts as they were posted, so if your thinking "why is my little bean wearing that?" it's because that's how you showed them.🤷‍♀️These are purely my impressions of your sims in TD style, it's completely fine if you feel like your sim would look different. ...I do hope you like them tho♡~(๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)

ASHLEE SCHAEFER (she/her) by @shmoodlet - A rap artist who always wants to be the center of attention

BRODY SHERMAN (he/him) by @aniraklova - A football captain who loves to party and cause mischief

COFFEE BEAN (she/her) by @riverofjazzsims - A gloomy and introverted polyglot who was entered into the competition by her twin sister so she can have more typical teenager experiences

LIANA MORRIS (she/her) by @bloomingkyras - An introverted computer whiz who chose to compete in TDS so she wouldn't have to go to her grandparents' house

DREW PINTO (she/they) by @witheringscreations - A talented track athlete who wants to make friendships outside of those she trains with

ENZO ESPINOZA (he/him) by @seyvia - A handsome model who wants to prove to his brothers that he's the most exceptional sibling

FLO HARPER (she/her) by @akitasimblr - A nosy "rebel" (she only dresses the part) who secretly loves to bake

PAULINA CALLAWAY (she/her) by @cowplant-ate-my-sim - A cheerful girl who signed up for TDS so she could have a free vacation

HANS SOMME (he/him) by @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants - A physically gifted, socially inept snob who doesn't think TDS will be that hard

NEAL WARD (he/him) by @nakasumi-sims - Son of famous actor Judith Ward. Judith signed him up for TDS2 so he could be occupied while she's filming overseas

TAKASHI ABBOTTSFORD (he/him) by @stargazer-sims - A friendly and talkative boy who thinks he'd be good at TDS due to growing up in a large chaotic family

TONI STROUD (she/her) by @simsinfinitylt - A creative and imaginative thespian who is determined to make a name for herself

TRISTAN BACHMAN (he/him) by @micrathene-w - A snarky academic genius who accidentally arrived at TDS when he was meant to go to his academic decathlon meet

WILLABELLE LOWES (she/her) by @invisiblequeen - An overachiever who is confident she'll win TDS

🎵 I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE FAMOUS! 🎵☆*: .o(≧▽≦)o｡.:*☆

[jonquilyst]

Day 0 - Introduction

🎵 Dear Mom and Dad, I’m doin’ fine. You guys are on my mind… 🎵

Welcome to the premiere of THE 2ND SEASON of Total Drama Sims: the hottest, freshest reality TV show on simblr. I'm your host jonquilyst, though if you tuned in to the show last season, you'll already know who I am!

14 more teenagers have gathered to put their wits, guts, and strength to the test to seek out the ✨ grand prize. ✨ Like last season, they will compete in crazy challenges, deal with less-than-perfect living arrangements, and face the judgement of each other!

🎵 You asked me what I wanted to be, and I think the answer is plain to see… 🎵

🎵 I wanna live close to the sun. Pack your bags 'cause I’ve already won… 🎵

Allow me to give you the grand tour of the no-longer-abandoned film lot we claimed for this season! Instead of cabins, contestants will be staying in these cramped trailers, just like actors on set! There's one for each team with 7 beds each and complimentary bathrooms.

Our mess hall is a bit less rustic than the one we had at the summer camp, but it's got that same ol' charm with 2 dining tables and a small living area for everyone's convenience!

Now, on to the fun part: replacing the shoddy outhouse, our contestants' destination for providing their juicy confessionals will be a makeup trailer right behind the trailers! Get used to it: it'll appear every single day with a different contestant providing their thoughts.

And finally, the auditorium! This will be the site of our ever-so-exciting elimination ceremonies. In front of it is the walk-of-shame, where losers will say goodbye to Total Drama Sims to catch the lame-o-sine at the very end!

🎵 Everything to prove nothing’s in my way. I’ll get there one day! 🎵

Now, allow me to formally introduce you to our 14 new contestants!

(from left to right; top to bottom)

(also fun fact: the poses are all different this time, so everyone's portrait is truly unique to them!)

ASHLEE SCHAEFER (she/her) by @shmoodlet - A rap artist who always wants to be the center of attention

BRODY SHERMAN (he/him) by @aniraklova - A football captain who loves to party and cause mischief

COFFEE BEAN (she/her) by @riverofjazzsims - A gloomy and introverted polyglot who was entered into the competition by her twin sister so she can have more typical teenager experiences

DREW PINTO (she/they) by @witheringscreations - A talented track athlete who wants to make friendships outside of those she trains with

ENZO ESPINOZA (he/him) by @seyvia - A handsome model who wants to prove to his brothers that he's the most exceptional sibling

FLO HARPER (she/her) by @akitasimblr - A nosy "rebel" (she only dresses the part) who secretly loves to bake

HANS SOMME (he/him) by @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants - A physically gifted, socially inept snob who doesn't think TDS will be that hard

LIANA MORRIS (she/her) by @bloomingkyras - An introverted computer whiz who chose to compete in TDS so she wouldn't have to go to her grandparents' house

NEAL WARD (he/him) by @nakasumi-sims - Son of famous actor Judith Ward. Judith signed him up for TDS2 so he could be occupied while she's filming overseas

PAULINA CALLAWAY (she/her) by @cowplant-ate-my-sim - A cheerful girl who signed up for TDS so she could have a free vacation

TAKASHI ABBOTTSFORD (he/him) by @stargazer-sims - A friendly and talkative boy who thinks he'd be good at TDS due to growing up in a large chaotic family

TONI STROUD (she/her) by @simsinfinitylt - A creative and imaginative thespian who is determined to make a name for herself

TRISTAN BACHMAN (he/him) by @micrathene-w - A snarky academic genius who accidentally arrived at TDS when he was meant to go to his academic decathlon meet

WILLABELLE LOWES (she/her) by @invisiblequeen - An overachiever who is confident she'll win TDS

🎵 I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE FAMOUS! 🎵

Wait... What About Teams?

Yea... about that: teams will be sorted a little differently this season! Instead of randomized teams right away, they are being formed after the first socialization day, when everyone has time to form relationships! Shortly before the first challenge, two people will be selected at random to be the "captains" of the teams. From there, they will select their teammates schoolyard-style (alternating between boys and girls) based on their relationships with the other contestants!

[thatdeadaquarius]

@goldensunsetchild Asked:

Hello there! I know that you might be busy right now but I wanted to let you know an idea that I have, greatly inspired by your post: spanish reader who gets homesick but instead of getting depressed by it starts to do things they used to do back on their world. Dancing to their traditional dances while singing their accompanying songs, teaching the children the games they used to play when they were younger and also telling folktales to everyone who is interested in listening to. If you decide to do this idea and want to incorporate things from Costa Rica, please let me know and I'll help you with anything you need (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

(Content under cut)

HELLO YES SORRY IT TOOK ME SO DAMN LONG TO GET TO THIS!! 😭 /gen

I went to Costa Rica back in highschool in 2018? I think, and when I tell you I FELL IN LOVEEEE <3333

Costa Rica is a beautiful country and everyone was really nice, vibes were immaculate 🤌 ✨

☆

Sun: Costa Rican Reader! (you/they/them)

Stars: Sumeru cast

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: None known & Trigger Warnings: alcohol usage/drinking game.

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

☆

when u first crash landed in Teyvat, people luckily recognized you from when u were a player!

and u took in whatever culture and traditions everyone was so excited to show you as they were kind enough to give u clothes/food/shelter etc.

butttt… it did get overwhelming after a few months, and u got homesick more and more often :(

after all there wasn’t really an equivalent country to Costa Rica, and you couldn’t just take a plane back home, you were stuck here for… however long it takes someone to leave a video game universe??

You decided to actually do smth abt the crippling depression and “outsider” feelings instead of just rotting away, and went to Sumeru to get closer to the greenery of your home,

it made you feel a little better, but it could be the best, so u decide to lowkey force everyone in Sumeru to convert to Costa Rican LMAO

so ofc u did the most logical thing to convert ppl to a culture, the food!

u helped fund a small restaurant full of classic Costa Rican foods (coughandsoyoucaneatitwheneveryouwantcough)

(u still have the insane mora leftover from what u had in game so ur basically one of the richest ppl in Teyvat ngl 💀)

u recreated just the basic gallo pinto/casado with what was available (some beans from Natlan and rice from Inazuma/Liyue, the Ajilenakh nut from Sumeru acc kinda acts like plantains :0 and local fish/greens for salad)

Needless to say Sumeru is fascinated by the new cuisine and esp since its not a secret that you’ve funded it/made the menu from your homeworld

Alhaitham orders the casado most of the time bc he “admires the exact proportions, its all the nutrients you need, perfectly balanced” NERDDD

Tighnari likes barbudos bc there's not a lot of egg dishes in Sumeru but there are a lot of greens, so he “likes the familiar in unique combinations!”

unsurprisingly, Cyno likes Chancelta bc he can pick it up, eat it quickly, and go on with his patrol

Collei, Kaveh (and secretly Dehya lol) really like being able to munch and snack on sugar cane, (and the plantain imitation desserts!)

(u found sugarcane deep in sumeru forests, it was like on ur world, but sweet flowers sprouted out of the stalks too!)

You decide the next phase was to introduce dances and other fun stuff!!

Nilou was literally shaking with excitement to learn the traditional dances <3 (and also getting ur permission to add fun twists or Sumeru elements to them)

the kids that like to hang around and watch the troupe practice (and join) absolutely got obsessed with swing criollo, it was so cute to watch them all pair up and kinda trip over their own feet trying the footwork out

(u may or may not have teared up bc the band learned how to play a Spanish song for u guys to dance to, just for you)

teaching the theater troupes musicians how to adapt upbeat songs like Caballito Nicoyano or Ticas Lindas

omg getting Nilou Kaveh Faruzan Cyno Dehya (and Dunyazard!) to do the calipso limonense always cheers you up, (which is why they are so eager to do it when ur feeling homesick ❤️‍🩹)

Kaveh steps on too many people’s toes, Dehya gets dizzy from the spins/turns easily, Faruzan keeps spinning for too long, Nilou and Dunyazard are actually secretly latina bc they're so good at it (did they outdo you?? no, no they couldn't possibly-)

and Cyno just really likes the little dance line everyone makes lol

speaking of the General Mahamatra

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

u CANNOT teach Cyno a new game from your home country, and expect him to NOT be the most competitive mf in Teyvat abt it

that's actually how u spread any games from back home, Cyno just does all the work for you and challenges ppl to things like jackses and no one knows what it is

which he then proceeds to strong arm them into learning and beat their asses at it

(yes Cyno wins against you a lot, sorry lmao)

You definitely had a drinking game centered around it one time and the consequences changed with each person who lost

like Cyno had to learn how to cook tamales that were edible, and more importantly..

Alhaitham had to at least attempt the swing criollo lol

(was it unfairly attractive? maybe. was watching Nilou, who was teaching him, and Alhaitham both do swing criollo 2x as attractive?? that's just for u and the Sumeru vision users to know)

SPEAKING OF ALHAITHAM

absolutely hilarious, yet also impressive?? how quickly he picked up ur slang

smug bastard picked it up based off sheer context/vibes too, u didn't even explain it to him, just u trying to go sit down in ur Costa Rican restaurant and he pulls u back before someone mows u down saying “hey, suave un toque-”

YOUR NECK FUCKING CRACKING BC U WHIPPED AROUND TO LOOK AT HIM SO FAST LMAOOO

(ngl u scared the fuck out of the poor scholar before he got all smug abt knowing slang)

accidentally spread this knowledge to other vision users bc he got in the habit of casually using it, tbh more often when ur not around lol (Alhaitham being caught having habits bc he's fond of other ppl?? never)

his favorite is “qué chante…😒 ” obv lol

so now the forest rangers use stuff like pura vida and tuanis sending each other off on patrols! Collei so cutely excited to explain to other Sumeru ppl or tourists where the words come from and what they mean, spreading ur Costa Rica agenda very well 👌

and the mahamatra like to use “Jale pa’la choza” when coming back from the desert to Sumeru city homebase! :)

ALSO bonus:

u absolutely got leyendas into the bedtime warning/ghost stories of the entirety of Sumeru children lmao

u start spooking kids like Dori (Nahida finds them fascinating)

and after awhile u notice Cyno and Dehya mentioning watching out at night for La Llorona or los cadejos 💀??

like you've genuinely made them paranoid, bc they wanna be sweethearts and protect you from them, like even if they don't believe they exist, they're worried you do and are trying to make u feel better lol <3

☆

an iced coffee? for me?? :O 

Blessed be Costa Rica, such a lovely country when I went, and as soon as I got off the plane coming back the first thing I did was make a Costa Rican meal the best I could

like got my mom to prep from dry black beans and rice etc. as fresh as we could get (nowhere near costa rica level btw) and made fresh guac and fried plantain chips and salmon I think? literally cooked the first night back bc I knew I missed the food already/knew id get sick

and I was RIGHT, that food I made was fine, but any other American food so bad I got nauseous

I literally got sick COMING BACK TO THE U.S like 😨???!!! I knew it was bad but not THAT bad lmao

and the first meal I had after that was still a homecooked meal, like my mom made it💀

love the coffee from there too, we even ordered coffee from the farm we visited when I got back to US it was so good (10x better than American obv)

THANK YOU BTW GOLDEN!! FOR BEING SO PATIENT AND LOVELY TELLING ME ALL ABT COSTA RICA <3333

I hope this did some amount of justice to ur beautiful home! :)

Safe Travels Golden Child,

💀♒

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[scuttling-comfuddlement]

hmmmmmmm do you have a sloth i could purchase? i haven't had time to sleep recently...

~ @zak-is-lost

*Jon looks up from his book.*

Ah, hello! Yes, we have several sloths in stock.

*He leads you to a back room, with many terrariums and such. The fish in their large glass tank observe you intently.*

Here we are. The black one there is one of the sleepiest, older than the others. We call him Pinto Bean. That one over there, the tan one, is Cannelloni. The small one is Chickpea. And the one busy eating is Navy Bean. But of course, you can call them whatever you want. They probably don't know their own names.

[adorejungkook]

Baby Got Back!!

CHAPTER 7

Synopsis; Jeon Jungkook has the fattest fucking crush on you meanwhile Jimin and Taehyung don’t find you too hard to look at either. Now Jungkook has to find a way to confess his feelings, maybe even show you,  before the other two find their ways into your pants during your “staycation”. 

Warnings; you guys said you'd be interested in longer chapters, so this is 5 pages long! We'll see how well it does :) happy reading lol

word count; 2k

chapter. 1 , 2, 3, 4 , 5 , 6, 7, 8

As soon as Jungkook opened the door, he was met with two pairs of eyes and two empty chipotle bowls.

Woah, they even paid for extra guac! 

Ugh, they would do that while Jungkook wasn’t here.

“Oh!” Taehyung exclaimed, jumping out of his seat and pulling you into his chest like a soldier who hasn’t seen his spouse in seven years, “You brought my baby back~”

“Tae,” You giggled, playfully shoving him away.

Suddenly, Jungkook doesn’t feel as bad about stealing you away and not buying the guys food. He’d probably do it again.

“Stop touching her.” Jungkook said shortly, shoving his arm in between the two of you.

Taehyung stared into his eyes with a small smile on his face, though the look he was giving him wasn’t friendly. It was like he was challenging Jungkook, maybe even mocking him.

“Why?”

…SHIT.

Jungkook had just pushed himself in between the two of you and seemingly for no reason. He knew that the guys knew exactly why he was acting this way, but you might be more than a little shocked to find out how much his heart panged when you laugh so sweetly, and not because of him. 

Plus, it would be a little more than humiliating to confess his crush this way and he had to go to bed with you tonight! He’d like to tackle one problem at a time. 

“Um,” Jungkook mumbled out, eyes seemingly searching the floor for an answer before seemingly finding it in the smirk plastered on Jimin’s face.

“Because dickhead, you just had chipotle and she’s allergic to pinto beans!” He scoffed, shooting them both sharp looks with their faces both fell in realization. 

“Fuckkkk,” Taehyung groaned, rushing away to clean up their leftover plates.

Jungkook had won. 

“We really did forget babe,” Jimin frowns as he wipes the table down, giving an apologetic look, “Shoulda got Mcdonalds or some shit…”

“Oh, you’re good! Don’t worry about it,” You assure with a soft smile before turning to Jungkook.

“Hey, you wanna watch a movie later?”

This is the most Jungkopok has ever talked to you and it seems like you’re both enjoying it, even though he’s been acting a little off. 

He wonders if you don’t mind or if you’re just used to it. 

Either way, as long as you weren’t tired of him, he was going to keep trying his best to impress you. 

“Oh yeah, do you want me to tell the guys too? I think Jimin knows where to pirate that new one coming out!” He giggled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh,” 

You paused.

Well, Jungkook was done for! You finally realized that you were done talking to him. Was it something he said? Maybe Jimin was right and girls really didn’t like it when you explained pokemon storylines to them…

Or maybe you realized that he stole another one of your delicious cookies?

Either way, Jungkook fucked up.

“I mean, yeah! I was talking about when we go to bed, but you can ask them,” You said with a stale laugh before taking off to change into your pajamas. 

Oh, you DON’T hate him and his pokemon lore! You want to spend more time with him, and maybe even find out about Squirtle’s origins! Jungkook couldn’t be happier right now.

Except for the fact that you just told him to ask the guys if they wanted to join. 

Jungkook definitely didn’t want to do that, but at the same time he had already lied to you once a day and Taehyung would snitch on him as soon as he caught on to what he did earlier today. 

At the same time though, you did say that he could invite them if he wanted to.

They would probably just come in if they heard the TV, but Jungkook didn’t want that either.

He knew exactly what to do.

He strutted into the kitchen, a man on a mission.

Both boys looked up from the dining table, seemingly having finished with their mini-cleaning session.

Jungkook took a deep breath before bowing his head.

“ (y/n) wanted me to ask you if you wanted to watch a movie with us but I really don’t want you to watch it with us so please please please don’t come to our room, I’ll pay you back,” Jungkook yapped out, hands clasped as he waited for his elders’ responses. 

“Huh?” Taehyung chuckled out, looking at Jimin in disbelief, “See, you can’t tell me they’re not fucking!” 

Jimin just rolls his eyes before tapping at Jungkook’s shoulder, “Fine, we’ll leave you alone for tonight, but if she’s not your girl by tomorrow then I’m gonna be pissed.”

“Man,” Tae groaned, resting his face in his hands, “She’s gonna look so hot in her little nightie dress-thing too..” 

Jungkook’s gonna act like he didn’t hear that.

He giggles sweetly before rushing to his room to get ready for bed. 

For your bed, which you were going to share and watch movies in.

:))) 

Should he find a movie before you get done or let you pick? Did you want popcorn or like, some poptarts to snack on? A million thoughts a minute flashed through his head, including some mini panic when he came across the pair of panties that he practically (literally) stole from you while rummaging through his suitcase before pulling out exactly what he was looking for.  

Grey sweatpants. 

No undies. 

Perfection. 

He decided on not wearing a shirt either, partially because he wanted to impress you but also because he never wore shirts to sleep anyways.

After quickly changing and washing his face, he ran back into the kitchen while ignoring Taehyung’s eyes glaring at the back of his head. 

Even though he wasn’t a baker like you, he was a certified snack master. 

Jungkook grabs a bowl and fills it to the brim with popcorn, pretzels and chocolate candies before mixing it up and dusting a little salt over the top.

If this doesn’t make you fall for him, he honestly isn’t sure what will.

He carefully brings it back to your room, sitting it in the middle of the bed while he waits for you. He chuckles to himself when he hears you singing your favorite song from the bathroom, Wildflower he thinks it was called.

Okay, he knows that’s exactly what song it is. 

He follows you on spotify, you’ve got a real gift for playlist-making. 

“Okay, I’m ready!” You say as you walk out of the bathroom, putting the last bit of your hair up into the scrunchie you had on your head.

Jungkook’s eyes drag down your body, before falling back onto the scrunchie. He noticed that you had matched the color with your very sexy, almost princess-like nightgown . It fell just before the middle of your thighs and the lettuce-hem at the bottom only made it that much more enticing to focus on.

Jungkook was stronger than that, though. 

Well, strong enough to wait until you were looking at him to stare, but strong nonetheless! 

As you hop onto the bed, you place the snack bowl on Jungkook’s lap before scooting closer to him and putting the blanket over you both. 

“Are you cold? I can grab another blanket,” Jungkook laughed nervously, paying more attention to your side pressing onto him than he needed to. 

He could feel the blood rushing to the tips of his ears.

“Nah,” You said nonchalantly, plucking a pretzel and some m&ms from the bowl, before looking up at him, “You feel nice,” 

You pick up the remote and start scrolling through movies while Jungkook prays to god than you can’t hear his heart trying to break out of his chest. 

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[ringo-ichigo]

So after thinking thing through with less anger and relistening to Somerton's apology, I think I'm actually more irritated in new ways. So I think the whole "I was trying to be a representative and inclusive" part was partly his attempt at essentially saying "Sorry for the phobias."

Here's my problem with it. One, he doesn't name it. He doesn't say "I'm sorry for the bisexual erasure I perpetuated" or "I should have apologized and corrected myself on asexuals being subject to conversion therapy" or any number of other issues that were brought up. He doesn't state that these are the things he's trying to apologize for and he doesn't say sorry.

Two, sir, how is calling an out bisexual woman a "straight white woman" inclusive? Do explain this to me because personally, I don't get inclusion from that. Like, in what world was this going to make bisexuals specifically but really anyone feel like this was an inclusive space?!

Three, sir, the issue wasn't that you couldn't be a voice for the community, be a leader within it, or however you want to describe your role because of your identity. You being a white gay man wasn't really the issue with your attempt to be a role model. Like, sure, we have a plethora of those and other more marginalized voices would be preferred over yours, but there's nothing about being a white gay man that makes you inherently unfit for the role. Like, it's more you're not the first choice unless there are no other candidates. But again, that's not why people are hurt by you trying to be that voice. It was your actions and your words that did that. It's not that you never could be a megaphone for other voices. Like, you could have. But when you are a leader and your actions and words are actively spreading biphobia, acephobia, transphobia, lesbophobia, and misogyny, yeah, nah, we don't want you being a leader. Because you're not showing the qualities needed in a leader. You're actively harming the people you're claiming to represent while trying to act like you're going to advocate for them. Sorry, but I have a real hard time believing you'll advocate for me well when there's a good chance you'd find some reason to be angry at me and call me "a straight white woman" despite the fact that I am not straight. I may be white and a woman, but I am certainly not straight. I've been out as bi since 2016. And I'm just one person. I'm sure others would have similar thoughts.

Like, maybe I'm just wrong, but it feels to me like he thought the issue was his identity and that's why he's disqualified. Like, nah bro. We care far more about the things you did than your identity. If you watch B. Dylan Hollis, I feel like him in the pinto bean cake short. James is going "Make sure you clean your grind-o-mat," while I'm looking at him going "I'm not concerned about your precious grind-o-mat!" Like, sir, you are focusing on the wrong issue here!

Fourth, if you're implying that you tried to be a voice for the community by stealing from others within it... I'm sorry, but like... what ass backward logic is this? In what world would that have been good and wanted?! Like, yeah, you'll never fully get what it's like to, say, be a bi person being told that they're not allowed an opinion or voice because "You're straight." But like... how would plagiarizing a bi person talking about their bi erasure in that instance help you understand better than just reading it??? That's not how this works. If you don't have the perspective, you don't gain one by stealing! And again, like, why would anyone want you representing them after they found out you were stealing shit? To be a representative is to be their face essentially. Who would be like "Yeah this guy stole from me, but I want him to be my body double from now on"????

I could be wrong about this, but this is what I'm getting from this part. And frankly it's just further proof that he did not get why people were mad.

[wineaunt420]

Who would win a fist fight? Prometheus or Masterson?

As much as I love masterson, he has the posture of a pinto bean and the swing capabilities of an elastic band.

To be fair the only built part of Prometheus is his chest, the rest of him is all string and lint however. If anyone could throw a decent punch it's him (But it would hurt if masterson cracked him in the face over his glasses, so Metheus definitely nerfed himself there)

Masterson obviously would win in the headmaster unless we are talking about meltdown version of Prometheus.

But prometheus would probably win if it was just them basic no add ons no perks. But both would hurt cuz I see masterson having one deadly right hook

Both are massive nerds, the only difference is one was a drama/band kid in high-school and the other triped little kids over in high-school, so the odds are pretty even.

[number1yisuchongfan]

Fallout TV Fanartists and Fanfic writers do not take the fact that Thaddeus explicitly states he grew up on a farm as an opportunity to make him super smart with agriculture and survivalism. So much could be done with this fact!

My ramblings about this below but I’d love to hear y’all’s opinions on this via my inbox or just reblogging this; I’ll try to respond to each

I, personally, headcanon that Thaddeus is absolutely amazing with forging and long-range hunting, give him a forest to run around in with only a hunting rifle and a knife and he’ll happily come back some birds, rabbits, and a bag full of freshly picked berries and nuts. I HC he’s from Southern Oregon (Northern New California in-universe, above where Klamath would be) so he was a fantastic at navigating down there, especially with the dense forests and mountains, but was less experienced with deserts (hence why he’s kinda dumb with South California’s ecosystem and such)

Though he grew up on a Fly Farm, they grew other things on said farm as well. Mainly vegetables and fruits with high fiber like pinto beans, pears, carrots, raspberries, blackberries, and potatoes (I also think wheat/hay, cranberries, wild mint, and apples) along with chickens for eggs and meat and brahmin for dairy, leather, and meat. Maybe some wasteland horses too

He’s good with a lasso and his hands, he’s better with a rifle and a basket, and he’s extremely smart and talented at that

He’s not incompetent, is what I’m saying, and is actually extremely smart. I may just be weird about Thaddeus, idk he’s my guy, but I love my smart lil farm boy :3

[evita-shelby]

Congrats on the 3 yr anniversary of your first Peaky series, Juli! 🎉 Could I pls request a drabble with Eva x Jack using the 3 word prompt “now or never”?

Thank you Lee 🖤

Here you go, i hope you like it

Now or Never

“I am telling you, haricot beans are the superior beans, sweetheart.” Jack joked as he saw his wife pulling a twist on his mother’s recipe of Boston baked beans. He’d taught her the recipe the moment he saw she could actually do shit for herself. "Pinto beans will get you flayed at the church potluck next week."

“You weren’t complaining last sunday.” Eva points out as everything in the kitchen passed her last-minute inspection.

Alice, the maid he’d hired for her, pretty much served as company for his wife instead of the help. Between the two of them they’d gotten the house ready for the Nelson’s first dinner party with the neighbors next door.

The neighborhood had been friendly when he moved in, only for them to become cool and even downright shitty when they saw his wife.

Even Frank had not been able to get over her being a Mexican woman even when Jack made it clear he was to treat his wife like he’d treat him or find his chances at being president fly out the window with him.

Samuel and Helen had been nice, utterly oblivious to the sort of life Jack and Eva had behind closed doors and their kid, Robert, was not a pain in the ass even if he’d caught him looking at Eva’s fine ass when they were washing the car last Saturday.

He’d sprayed the kid with the gardening hose and Sam had laughed while Helen had apologized for the kid. Next thing you know they are hiding the guns, the knives, the whiskey and the personal massager that makes Eva stop speaking English all together when Jack positions it just right.

Fuck, Eva’s even wearing pastels. Shame all the buttons are gonna end up all over the place once the Williamses leave, she looks nice in pink. So sweet and innocent, you wouldn’t think she convinced him to fuck in a confessional the first time they met.

“I like your cooking, why do you think I took you up on your offer to walk in the evenings?” he nuzzled and kissed her neck as he pulled her onto his lap as he took the chair on the table for two in the kitchen. “Although, I’m not opposed to changing that exercise for a different one tonight.”

“I’ll hold you to it, amor.” she murmured and begrudgingly stopped him from getting a premeal workout.

Something that surprised him as Eva has never been one to deny him something they both want; it was only when the doorbell rang he understood why.

“Now or never, Evie.” He whispers when they compose themselves and open the front door.

A/n: vibrators of a sort existed, they were essentially hand-cranked personal massagers.

Franklin Delano Roosevelt was very anti-latino and purposely excluded Latinos from all his aid packages so we'd leave or die, you can see how that worked out for him.

I am loosley basing the Nelsons on the Kennedys and their lived a quiant suburban life before moving into the Kennedy Coumpoud in Hyannis Port, Boston.

You can view the Kennedys' house on here

[ink-and-dagger]

At least we can always count on @chickenparm to make our day a little worse. You're my forever inspiration bby 🖤

The Sphincter of Zaun

Silco x Reader || Crack-fic || Farting to assert dominance

You knew pinto beans for lunch was a bad idea.

And as is the way of the universe; the consequences of such terrible decisions always catch up with you eventually. The repercussions of your delicious but risky mid-day meal arrive in the form of a gurgle in the depths of your stomach.

You shift in your seat upon the red sofa and shoot a surreptitious glance over towards the desk, but the Eye of Zaun is far too engrossed in his ledgers to notice your digestive distress. Thank Janna.

You exhale in muted relief.

But for the second time today, your decision making is poor. You should know better than to relax when trapped pockets of bean gas are wreaking havoc on your bowels.

It's hardly an impressive fart, (with concentrated effort, you're able to replicate the splendour of a Jim Morrison scream), but in the quiet office it feels earth-shattering. You squeeze your asscheeks together in a desperate attempt to put an end to this pinto-fuelled nightmare, but it only causes your flatulence to rise drastically in pitch – tapering off in a soprano trill until it's punctuated by a final pitiful squeak.

Silco's gaze rises from his paperwork, painfully slowly, to meet yours. And all you can do is stare right back. Wide-eyed and mortified. You can't even bring yourself to breathe. (Mainly because you don't want him to think you're checking out your own handiwork).

"Rather uncouth, don't you think?"

Silco's deadpan drawl only increases your desire for immediate death. You've a sudden urge to crawl through the Undercity in search of an even deeper fissure to slink down into, like a roach fleeing the sunlight.

Embarrassed beyond comprehension, and desperately attempting to stay put in your seat despite the adrenaline urge to flee – you reach instead for your go-to defence mechanism. Humour.

Too bad that you aren't actually very funny.

"What's the matter? Jealous? Bet you can't manage more than a dusty little waft with that sorry tortilla tuchus of yours."

The world falls into complete and utter silence, other than the razor sching of Silco's gaze honing to a lethal sharpness. He rises slowly from his chair, and his gold-tipped boots click an unhurried, ominous tempo as he rounds the desk.

An absent part of you prays that the smell of your fart has dissipated. But you're mostly captured by the sheer magnetic power of the man stalking towards you, and the heat that pools in your lower belly now has very little to do with pinto beans.

Silco arrives in front of you; severe, lean, and looming. The cast of his shadow lengthens as he bends closer, resting a hand on the back of the sofa beside your shoulder, and harshly capturing your jaw with the other.

Your heart lodges in your throat at the penetrating intensity of his dual-eyes drilling into yours. You couldn't look away even if you wanted to. His fingers dig into your skin as the silence stretches.

Minutes or moments pass, until it finally seems as though he might speak. Diaphragm shifting slightly beneath his gilded waistcoat, mouth tensing as though in preparation to form words. But none come.

Instead, Silco lets rip the nastiest, foulest, ass aria that you could ever imagine. Your hair lifts away from your face, and flaps in the gale-force blast of his deathly, harmonic expulsion – all at once the most beautiful and horrifying thing you've ever heard, like a thousand screaming angels. The paintings on the office wall rattle in their frames at the sheer magnitude of his digestive capabilities, at least a 6 on the Richter scale. And your eyes water both in sheer awe of his unbridled dominance, but also at the tidal-wave stench that hits you; cigar ashes, loca mocha java monster energy drink, and kalamata olives.

With a final push that momentarily strains the scarred trenches upon his face, he concludes his transcendent fart in a blaze of fervid, vibrato glory.

Silence once more falls to blanket the room, and you blink up at him. Lashes heavy with awe-stricken tears, and mouth hanging agape.

Silco leans closer, and his gaze is as hot as the sparks you swore you saw shooting out of his ass.

"Do not ever underestimate me again."

[thelastspeecher]

( @quackerzzz I had to screenshot this so I could answer, sorry 'bout that)

I'm glad you like my Horse Boy Stan AU! I agree, pissed off tiny pony Ford is SUCH a great mental image, I love him so much.

So, first off, Stan didn't fuck up giving Ford the gift. But also, Ford doesn't fuck up staying on when Stan tries to buck him off. Neither of them are at fault here. After all, Stan had been explicitly told by a fae that he couldn't give the gift to someone else. However, the fae didn't know Stan had a twin brother. And it just so happens that the twin connection makes it possible to give Ford the gift.

Of course, that doesn't stop the boys from blaming each other for what happened.

Anyways, the Stan reunion. Stan and Angie had left the ranch to grab dinner elsewhere and bring it back to eat. Angie agreed to be the horse, since Stan had been spending so much time in horse form during Ford's visit (though Stan wasn't telling anyone why he was so determined to not greet their visitor in human form). While they're gone, dusk comes, and Ford transforms into a pony. Stan and Angie get back while the McGuckets are panicking in the stable.

Stan asks what's going on, and then he sees the pony in the stall he stays in while in horse form. He frowns and asks when they started keeping ponies, then why it's in his stall.

And Ford immediately starts freaking out, demanding to know what Stan is doing here.

And the blood drains from Stan's face. He tries to ride Angie back out of the stable, but Angie's not having it. She rears up, and Stan, unprepared, falls off. He swears at Ford a bit, saying that it's what he deserves after what he did, before running out of the stable.

Angie returns to human form (making Ford freak out even more, because what is happening), grabs her spare clothes from a hiding place, and follows Stan outside, as does Lute. They find Stan sitting underneath the best shade tree in the north paddock, with his favorite horse (a pinto stallion named Beans) standing nearby, trying to comfort him.

They get Stan to tell them everything that happened with the science fair project and Stan getting kicked out. And they tell Stan that, as the ranch hand, he'll have to take care of Ford in pony form and be part of the team to teach him to control his gift.

Stan swears under his breath at that, but comments that at least Ford's a pony. He thinks that's the funniest thing. He's even more amused when Fiddleford comes up with the idea of Ford's horse name being "Biscuit".

But Stan's far less amused when Ford takes a couple weeks to master the gift. It took Stan almost half a year.

[bulletinboard-writings]

4 F's of February

Feast: Lyrics

A lot of song lyrics from very romantic songs. And a lot of country music because... old southern values means a lot of food talk in the lifetime story... Anyway, enjoy and write responsibly.

"I keep on hopin' we'll get cake by the ocean." Cake by the Ocean by DNCE

"And a little bit of chicken fried." Chicken Fried by Darius Rucker

"Sugar, oh honey honey." Sugar Sugar by Dylan Delato

"All you gotta do is put a drink in my hand." Drink in my Hand by Eric Church

"Pour some sugar on me." Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard

"Tequila makes her clothes fall off." Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off by Joe Nichols

"Sugar pie, honey bunch." I Can't Help Myself by The Four Tops

"A caramel-colored sunset sky." Watching Airplanes by Gary Allan

"She's my cherry pie!" Cherry Pie by Warrant

"Big straw hat, banana drink." Key Lime Pie by Kenny Chesney

"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts." I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts by Danny Kane

"Caramel kisses you send my way." Caramel Kisses by Faith Evans

"Have some chicken and some baked beans." That's What I Love About Sunday by Craig Morgan

"Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth." Song of the South by Alabama

"Life is just a bowl of cherries." Cheeseburger in Paradise by Jimmy Buffet

"Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine." Watermelon Crawl by Tracy Byrd

"And I'm eating rice and pintos." Do You Want Fries With That? by Tim McGraw

"You be my glass of wine, I'll be your shot of whiskey." Honey Bee by Blake Shelton

"Watch my corn pop up in rows." Where the Green Grass Grows by Tim McGraw

"Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey." Rain is a Good Thing by Luke Bryan

"And he said, 'Honey, you oughta know." All-American Girl by Carrie Underwood

"Her ruby red lips was sippin' on sweet tea." Barefoot Blue Jean Night by Jake Owen

"What a field looks like full of corn and cotton." Take a Back Road by Rodney Atkins

"Just a spoon full of sugar make it better real quick." Stuck Like Glue by Sugarland

"Fallin' on deaf ears of corn." International Harvester by Craig Morgan

"Is a double shot of Crown." Bartender by Lady A

"For barbeques, tailgates, fairs and festivals." Red Solo Cup by Toby Keith

"You're as sweet as strawberry wine." Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton

And a few extra lyrics to swap out during the month.

"Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack." Tik Tok by Ke$ha

"Baby look like a candy." Candy by Mingo (feat. Chloe

"O my darling, sugar" Dear Ariaella by Blessed Branco

"Could you hand me some sugar?" Sugar by Way Too Fast Zombies

"I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart." Bubblegum B*tch by Marina

Buy me a Kofi?

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

It is a wonderful thing to be told that the work to which you have devoted your time, energy and passion has found an audience that understands the difficulties and accomplishments of transforming a lifetime’s experience and struggles and making all that over into story. Story is how I understand life.

My family’s struggles, the fear and shame inherent in living on the margins of what everyone sees as everyday life, has always seemed to me to be the great secret of our society. Understand me, I was born into the working poor, watching my mama pull off her waitress garb and make dinner out of pork scraps and pinto beans. She would chop peppers and onions to add to a pan of cornbread that was not only filling, but colorful. She could make a cream pudding to rival the best soufflé, then toss in a streak of crushed berries to puddle and entice even the most resentful angry child.

I was that terrified resentful child dodging my stepfather’s angry hands and grinding my teeth at wearing my cousins’ hand-me-downs, watching mama give home permanents to neighbor ladies for a few dollars to buy shoes or blue jeans or the paperback novels she and I devoured like printed candy. I listened to my stepfather shatter coke bottles the way I knew he hoped to break my stubborn head. I watched my cousins dragged off to the county farm where they would be taught to hate themselves and breathe in shame so deep, they could never again be free of it.

What if life really was a story? What if you could alter the plot? Assign meaning to the most brutal contempt? Claim passion and glory while walking away from the spit and rage everyone seemed to aim at the poor, the disdain of the well-off and their bland disregard for the not-pretty, the exhausted uncertain girl children struggling to be seen as full human beings, the tender soft-eyed boys who wanted only what we all wanted—vindication, hope, love and meaning.What if life really was a story? What if you could alter the plot? Assign meaning to the most brutal contempt?

I knew we were not merely disposable workhorses, but hopeful determined souls coping with almost insurmountable violence, contempt and grief.  Those I loved seemed to me to be sensitive, hard-working and desperate to live fully, to love across barriers of gender, age, and personal identification. But my people—my sisters, cousins, best friends, lovers, and cultural heroes—we were seemingly animal, a category of human somehow not quite worthy of that category. That story was so mean it could have soured me on life itself.

But what if story was a way out? A path out of self-hatred to soul-sustaining sympathy? What if the simplest most effective act of resistance was to refuse self-hatred and claim meaning, purpose and vindication in love itself? What if there were a way to redefine how any one individual creature could revise what it meant to love another and build a personally meaningful satisfying life? What if I am a girl who wants to cross the line and live my life as an independent, perverse human in resistance to all that being a girl is “supposed” to mean?

I was instead taught to hate myself, to hold my desires contemptible, my fears contemptible, and all that I desired or hoped to experience shameful and yet more evidence of my essential worthlessness. I was a girl who loved girls. I was and am an outlaw, dreaming of her indrawn gasp, her sharp-toothed stubbornness and awkward reach for my hesitant stubborn grip.

You want to do what? And with who? How can you stand yourself?

Day by day, breath by breath, embrace by embrace, her hand on my neck, my mouth tasting her skin, the sweet sweep of her tongue along my earlobe while her hipbone pressed my thigh then slipped up along my belly to where my lungs were pulling her scent deep into my soul. She was heat and hope, meaning and courage and desire—yes, the most exquisite experience of the human soul, touching the soul of another. I will celebrate her with every pulse of my heart, the sensation of my teeth on my own skin, every deep enriching pull of her breath into my belly. The flash of her eyes when she was treated with contempt, the pure satisfying laugh rising up into the air when she lifted herself off my body, and the resonating exclamation she would give when I drew my teeth up her inner arm and nipped delicately at her throat—we were remade, vindicated and celebrated. We were unstoppable. We were lesbian—revolutionary, aspirational and deeply confrontational.

I know who and what I am. I know what survives even when I find myself alone to remake my life. I am the reflection of every glance she ever turned in my direction, every assessment she made of the extent of my courage, the power of my desire, and the way I could reflect back to her the heat of desire.I know who and what I am. I know what survives even when I find myself alone to remake my life.

No matter the meanness of the world, the bitterness of those who hold us in contempt, or the denial and cold-eyed dismissal of our love, tenderness, and hopes. We are not what they name us. We are neither hateful nor contemptible. We are brave and full of love and that most meaningful act of the human—the ability to look into another’s eyes and see the reflection of our own souls.

Remaking ourselves and those we treasure in story is our revolutionary transgression. We reach out of, and past, our isolated human bodies to the essential soul connection. We are not alone. We live in the tribe, in story, in lyric and meter and song that does not end.

In story—the ones we share and those we have not yet crafted—we live forever. We may be animal, but we are spiritual as well. Alone, we are never alone. In lyric, in epic tale, in stubborn retelling of what happened, or did not happen, but should have happened, or still might—we live past ourselves and those we have lost but can never lose.

I am she who she loved. More than my stepfather named me, greater than the weight of my bones without my soul, greater even than the soul shaped around my infinite desire, fear, and hope. I have been foolish, fearful, stubborn, and determined. I know the value of my female soul, my lesbian desire, and the intensity of naming as human what the world disdains as animal, lesser, or contemptible.

Story is a way out, a way past, a hand in the dark, a whisper of hope, the hope I have for all of us.

[sanddusted-wisteria]

13, 15, 18, and 20 for Wisty!

Also a question directed to her: when did you realize you had feelings for our dear Director? 😳😳😳

Hi thank you so much for asking Mel 🥺 Sticking this under a Read More since as always I ramble lol

13. What’s their favourite Relic?

Wis really likes the floating galaxy! Ponder the O R B

[Fun fact: the floating galaxy is the only space related relic Qi's only neutral towards.]

15. Preferred method of travel? Do they prefer walking, yakmel carts, horse, etc?

For work, Wis likes to use the yakmel carts for the effimciency. Whenever a new yakmel station request comes up, it's the first thing she gets done. After a while, she gets a horse (she named her Beans bc she has a pinto coat lol), and that becomes her main way of traveling for work.

Outside of work though, Wis likes taking walks! Just a nice gander around town.

18. What’s their favourite holiday?

The Winter Solstice! It's just a nice time where everyone has fun together and celebrates the accomplishments of the last year. And with good eats, of course.

(When they're dating, Wis might be able convince Qi to go out for once and watch the fireworks with her on the roof of the research center <3)

20. What’s their family like? Are they close with them?

Wis's Pa and his family are mostly farmers. All of them are known to be a bit goofy, which is absolutely where Wis got a lot of her silliness from. It's a tradition for everyone in his family to be named after plants, and also to loudly declare "That's me!!" whenever in the presence of the plant(s) they're named after.

Wis's Ma and her family don't have a 'gimmick' like her Pa's family, but they're largely based in Walnut Groove and a bunch of them are artisans of some kind. Wis's Ma was actually who first encouraged Wis to be a builder! She's a tailor, and Wis set her up as a penpal with Vivi pretty quickly.

Wis doesn't have any siblings, but she and Nia hung out so much when they were little they're practically sisters. She'd love to go back and visit sometime...but there's no rest in Sandrock.

Also a question directed to her: when did you realize you had feelings for our dear Director? 😳😳😳

Wisteria: At first I thought he was just another weird researcher. The ones from Vega 5 are always the kookiest. He wasn't really giving me a whole lot of reasons to like him. Blunt, dismissive... And he basically was giving me relic fetching errands back to back. But!

Then the bridge job happened. I handed him that power core and all of a sudden, it was like I was talking to someone else. I never thought he was even capable of grinning like that. That's when I realized there was something more to him.

And I'd find out what that was pretty soon. I found the telescope, and as soon as Qi saw it, he started gushing about it at a mile a minute. Uh, but then he kicked me off the roof and didn't let me use it, and I got mad, but... The next day, he...he apologized. Genuinely. And then I realized that we had something really big in common.

Both of us...we have so much enthusiasm for what we do and what we like that it's bursting from the seams...but we never really had anywhere to apply it back where we came from. My workshop closed down and I had to work for hire, he could never get his doctorate and nobody would let him work for their labs. But now that we were here in Sandrock, we had the chance.

That was when I started talking to him more. Whenever he started rambling, I'd always let him talk. Even if I didn't understand a single word he said, heh. In my head, I told myself that I wanted to give him opportunities to share what he was working on, since no one else in town seemed to get it. And, I mean...that's not untrue...

But, um...

Well, I...

...I also...just liked seeing him smile.

[Wisteria is covering her face and blushing.]

aaaaaaaaa

[restorativemeal]

Menu Ten

Menu Ten from Rowan Bishop and Sue Carruthers' "The Vegetarian Adventure Cookbook"

Mexican Frijoles: pinto beans, oil, onion, garlic, dried chilli, coriander, tumeric, capsicum, tin tomatoes with juice, oregano, dried basil, tomato puree, salt and pepper. 

Tortillas: semolina, wholemeal flour, salt, warm water, oil. 

Tapas: cheddar cheese, cos lettuce, carrot, kewpie mayonnaise, sour cream, tomato, avocado, olives, Bishop and Carruthers’ guacamole. 

Chilli Fondue: oil, onion, dried chilli, capsicum, tinned whole tomatoes with juice, salt and pepper, prepared mustard, beer, cheddar cheese, sour cream.

Menu Ten and Week Ten. It felt easy to source significance this week, given it was the final week of my very own early twenties and the 10th week of this journey. Equally, this monumentalism brought about so much pressure in my private life that I once again thought very little about the food and the menu itself. I assume Bishop and Carruthers intended for Menu Ten to be lighthearted and easy and it was, my week just wasn’t. I had wanted during this week to live again like I had in the best times of my early twenties. I have a suspicion now that this was never going to be possible. Bishop and Carruthers had another Mexican evening lined up for Wednesday, corn tortillas and spicy pinto beans. I thought maybe this repetition would translate in some way. 

Imagery of preperation.

On Monday morning I was downtrodden still, by the questions that remained surrounding my health. At lunchtime I got my answers. Inside the Bulk Store, a boy with a buzzcut sat minding the till, maybe he noticed when I ran outside to pick up the phone. The results were overwhelmingly positive, with a prescription waiting for me at the pharmacy far away from where I was. I walked back into the Bulk Store ecstatic. I had received a Chinese love charm from my coworker that day. I wondered if it had worked already when the boy with the buzzcut told me there were no dry pinto beans anywhere because of a worldwide drought, but I could buy them canned. Buying them canned worked in my favour, it took a three day preparation period down to cooking everything the night of the dinner party.

Frijole and big produce.

Setting the table fell off the wagon on Wednesday evening, tension in the flat meant the dishwasher hadn’t been put on the night before, it ran while I cooked and I worried there wouldn’t be plates to eat off. The Mexican Frijoles had a well written recipe, a side note suggested serving with serviettes but I didn’t, even though I have provided serviettes consistently since Week Three. My Tortillas were put together with ease as well, for the second week in a row I was substituting cornmeal for semolina, because Google said it was okay. The blender got its most use ever this week, I blended onion and tomato to go in the guacamole, as Bishop and Carruthers had instructed, it gave the guac an ugly consistency. The avocados I’ve been buying from my favourite fruit and veggie store are never good, but I buy them anyway, which I tend to do with a lot of things. The onion and capsicum for Chilli Fondue was supposed to be blended as well, though I attempted to do this while my guests were talking, the blender whirred but nothing blended. 

Bishop and Carruthers' own guacamole and corn tortillas.

Dinner was served to five usual guests and two new guests. Both of them leaving the country in the coming weeks, a reminder of why I had taken this on. A reminder also of why I could never recreate my early twenties. I missed the photos on my phone. I thought I lost just four things in my 23rd year, but on Sunday my toenail fell off. How can a blog post do justice to the end of an era? 

Menu Ten and the last week of my early twenties...