#vittles

[backupstardust]

I could make this worse. I could add the Aloe Vera Juice with pulp. Maybe even the coconut one. The pulp-chunks are already boba-adjacent and everyone else in my family hates it so I’d probably have to drink the whole thing myself

What's this Halloween blue slime drink you speak of?

My trademark Halloween blue slime is a beverage that has been described as both “bad” and “wrong.” I think the nicest thing anyone has ever said about it is “I don’t hate it,” and that’s because other people cowards.

If you, too, want to torment your friends and family with Slime™ this year, here’s what you’re going to want to do. Buy a package of Jello powder in whatever color you want your drink to be. I think that green and blue are the funniest and have made both, but settled on blue for good my senior year of high school when having a neon blue beverage that everyone else hated seemed like the perfect complement to my Newton Geiszler costume. (I was right.) Realistically, Jello colors are pretty much all neon, so whichever one you choose, the laboratory abomination aesthetic will stick

Prepare your jello as normal, but don’t let it set entirely. Basically, you want parts of it to be firm/set, but for there to still be a certain amount of liquid (since that will make the colors mix more evenly with the rest of your ingredients). Mix your half-set Jello slime with some lemon-lime soda, which is clear, and thus doesn’t dilute the horrible color you have going on but adds a weird, mysterious fizz to the whole affair (and makes it more of a drink). I like to also add lemonade since it complements the flavor, and if you do it in a smaller amount usually the color intensity isn’t too affected. You could probably put in anything you want, up to and including alcohol, but I’ve only ever done the lemonade and lemon-lime soda combo and throwing some vodka into the mix might be an act of hubris beyond measure, since I’m not sure the slime needs to be worse. The proportions are up to you, depending on what flavor you’re going for. Really, the important part is 1) there is a significant quantity of slimy Jello bits in it, thus producing a texture some people would can “awful” and 2) you add something with fizz, to make it look even more like a lab accident

Fair warning, I am the only person I’ve ever met who actually likes this. That said, if you want to brave the terrible concoction yourself, be my guest! And report back to me with your conclusions. Remember, it’s only science if you write it down.

In conclusion, have a baby cosplay Newt, er Nate from 2014, to illustrate the Very Bad Drink that you too can inflict on yourself and loved ones:

[2am-poetry]

[zooophagous]

Dogs are great animals because one minute you're best friends who have each other's backs and sleep in the same bed and then the next minute you're literally at each other's throats over a piece of paper with some oil on it that fell out of the trash

[backupstardust]

That sounds fun!

MAGICAL STEW! I'm gonna be substituting turnip or rutabaga for the carrot-pumpkins, but this will be made this sp00ky season!

[fieriframes]

[Always be comic in a tragedy.]

[todaysdocument]

Retired COL Gail S. Halvorsen displays a parachute similar to the ones he used during the Berlin Airlift (1948-49), when he dropped candy from his aircraft to children in the blockaded city. June 23, 1988. 

Record Group 330: Records of the Office of the Secretary of Defense

Series: Combined Military Service Digital Photographic Files

Image description: Colonel Halvorsen stands outside and smiles as he holds up a miniature parachute. In the background is a World War II-era military aircraft. 

[revcleo]

Tell me something good then?

Also I know what sweet tea is, I go to boba shops for a nice treat.

Did that person really compare a hamburger IN A FUCKING AIRPORT!?!? to an ethnic cuisine??

Yeah. Also I’m pretty sure we don’t wash burgers in ammonia, as that would make it taste like ammonia???

[lanaevyssmoved]

[justices-blade]

unrest in red walls // leonardo + edward

You notice things you would never have picked out before. [...] You’ve learned, quite incidentally, that you can now speak with mice! And hoo boy, do they have a lot to say: they humbly request your help, O strange near-hairless rodents, in order to defeat the threat of other mice invading their (your) territory. Teach them, they plead! Teach them to fight! Well, all right then. Surely nothing untoward will come of you showing one or two of them how to swing a stick… [ Grants Any Skill +1 ]

starter for @freedomarrow.

Edward’s a lot less bummed out over the shrinkage than a number of other students. Sure, it's insult upon injury after the Deer losing out on BOEL (not a big deal), and it sucks being the size of a thimble (kind of a big deal), and good goddess is it hellishly hard to get anywhere without stretching his parkouring skills to the absolute limit (certified Big Deal), but it could be way worse. He's enjoying the change in perspective, and the fact it does, in fact, take way longer to chew his way through one cookie. And being carried around places!

It's not all bad, says the boy with the unfailing optimism, and he believes what he's saying wholeheartedly; But gods damn him if it doesn't suck sometimes. His palms are starting to hurt from all the other students he's helped over the stairs, and being manhandled by stray cats is. An experience. One he doesn't want to repeat, really.

Back to things he likes, though; There's a lot of places he never thought to look while big, a number of nooks and crannies he's becoming pretty well-acquainted with — Cracks in the walls, holes in the brick, grates and vents and pipes that stick out to his city-dweller's eyes. It's like rediscovering the monastery all over again, touring the grounds with Leonardo with fresh eyes... And maybe it's like learning to navigate Nevassa to Leonardo, with Edward to guide him.

This is different though; A little more like those haphazard days with the Dawn Brigade, like hurriedly mapping out forts and villages. They may both be exploring Garreg Mach again, but it's very likely neither of them have any idea where they're going, down this winding tunnel they found in the Deer's homeroom. And it turns out, these tunnels are well-loved and well-used...

Some rebels they would be if they couldn't spot the signs. Grey eyes sharpen at the sound of voices, breath calms to near silence as he casts a look over to Leonardo, pressing himself against the wall — Could these be the people that cursed their soup? Or...

Wait.

... Are those talking mice?!

[scrumpyfan43]

American kestrel eating a tasty tender vittle in my back yard just now

[thedjyomamaluv]

Happy to be offering up some indoor VINYL&VITTLES action!

[doctordisaster]

ew you still use your baby name? grow up

i think everyone even cis people should have a deadname. like. picking out your own name and choosing your own identity should be such an integral part of being human. casting away all the falsehoods of childhood and keeping only the love and the wisdom you’ve gained and using that to construct a new self, a new personhood… idk i think cultures that call kids a placeholder name and let them pick their own once they reach maturity were doing something right

[neondreamsicle]

This week has been an absolute hellscape for my brain. I thought i knew what pain was. I thought i knew how deep the void went. I thought i knew a lot of things.

I did not just lose my mind a few days ago. It was....consumed. The fact of my mind is that it never fucking shuts up. There is always chatter on 15 back channels going on at once. On thursday...everything went fucking silent. It was so absolute, the vacuum of it gave me a migraine. And then i was thrown into a wild panic so strong, i had a 36-hour long hysterical panic that oscillated between screaming, megalodon tears, hyperventilating, not knowing where i was, not comprehending reality, being stuck in a bloom of pitch-black that veiled my vision, my mind empty and lifeless. I broke like i have not broken before ever in my life. I finally managed to take a shower hot enough at 2am this morning that calmed the violent black and made my body relax.

My husband has been doing what he can to make sure i'm ok and comfortable, and he has been adamant in letting me know i'm not going through this alone. When i was telling him about that chocolate thing last night, my laughs turned into screams and then tears because i just can't process any kind of emotions right now. I have to be very careful not to set myself off. Bless my man, he keeps trying to trick me into laughing, which i understand his reasoning (laughing is good, yes?), and i am too exhausted to guide him through this. He does his best.

I'm currently feeling like a sheet pan of dried ooblek. Friable as fuck. I don't know what to do to come back from this. My head is full of soft cotton. Soft flammable cotton.

(My husband makes fun of the way i pronounce button and cotton. BUT-ton, CAW-ton. With hard T's. I never noticed before and do it now just to give him silly ammunition.)

What now.

What now....

[fieriframes]

[Estriols.]

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