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onlylonelylatino · 5 months
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Easy Company by Joe Kubert
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gijoe-forever · 6 months
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I like to put the Cobra Incinerator’s gear on my Ice Cream Soldier. Looks way better than what he came with
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ufonaut · 2 years
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What the hell does some kid who’s good as dead know what’s good for me? That’s right... all of us, Tinny... dead men walkin’.
Sgt Rock: Between Hell & A Hard Place (2003) #1
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drawfee-quot3s · 4 months
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i'm in like- going through my mean phase., right now,
i think it's- it's overdue honestly
- nathan
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lumine-no-hikari · 9 days
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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #123
Sometime after the events of yesterday, but before bed last night, J took me to the local food co-op. This is because some time ago, Br bought some boxed macaroni and cheese (henceforth shortened to mac-n-chz) that she thought was gluten-free, but wasn't. Br has a gluten allergy, but M, J, and I do not, so she gave us the boxed mac-n-chz.
It is unusual mac-n-chz, though, in that the cheese powder it comes with is made of goat's milk. Goat's milk is common in some parts of my world, but it's uncommon where I live. I don't know if you've ever had it, but I like it a lot; it has a stronger flavor than cow's milk - a bit more sour and savory, somehow. But some people really don't like it; those who don't like it would describe the flavor as "gamey", and I suppose that's fair. The sensory hardware that comes with inhabiting a flesh-vessel is different for everyone, and what is a pleasant sensory experience for someone can be an unpleasant sensory experience for someone else; it is the way of things.
I am fortunate to be one of the folks who does not dislike this flavor. So I thought to prepare the boxed mac-n-chz yesterday, because I felt awful about the bird and I thought eating something with a lot of cheese would help me feel a little better (this, too, is the way of things; I am a derpy autistic cheese goblin, after all - it is simply my nature). But the box said that it should be prepared with goat milk and goat butter. You usually can't find these things in an ordinary grocery store where I live. I was going to give up on preparing the boxed mac-n-chz yesterday, but then J encouraged me to go with him to the co-op; I guess, given my mental state, he probably thought it would have been good for me to get out of the house and get my mind off the bird. He was correct, as per usual.
…I ended up returning home with A LOT more than just goat's milk and goat's butter. I… miiiight have, in my half-numb, half-sad stupor, gotten like 3 containers of ice cream and several weird-looking potato chip flavors; I'll show you the ice cream I got tomorrow; I'm gonna put it in tea. But the potato chip flavors were "fried egg", "ham", "truffle", "garlic parmesan", and "ranch". By the time we got home, though, I had next to no energy left, so instead of preparing the mac-n-chz, J and I went to go visit Br, and that was a good time. Then we went home and watched the Fallout show with M, and that was also a good time.
…You might be pleased to know that I actually went to bed relatively on time last night. It's been a while since last that happened. I woke up feeling pretty good. I'm still really sad about the bird, of course, but I hope wherever its soul is now, it's having a fun time.
In light of yesterday's events, and in light of the fact that I didn't get to have mac-n-chz yesterday, and in light of the fact that I seem to be having some serious misgivings today about the fact that I am autistic (and therefore broadly considered creepy, unlikable, and generally socially unacceptable by default), I decided that today is an ice cream and mac-n-chz sort of day today. And… no, not in the same bowl, I promise, ahahahaha~!
I didn't eat any of the ice cream that I bought yesterday, though. No, as it turns out, my favorite bubble tea shop started serving ice cream just yesterday! Check it out:
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These flavors are Jasmine Green Tea, Ube, Earl Grey Tea, and Thai Tea. And I gotta say, they were all REALLY GOOD; good enough to get past the, "oh no, it's a cold thing, and cold things feel like fire on my flesh" glitch that my body carries. I was unable to pick a favorite because they were all equally fabulous!
Hey Sephiroth? Have any of your friends ever taken you out to go get ice cream? Do you like ice cream? If you do, then what flavors do you like best? I know you can't answer me, and that kinda sucks, but I'll ask anyway; you deserve to have folks in your life who know and are willing to consider your preference and experiences. You deserve to consider your own preferences and experiences; when is the last time you thought about your favorite foods and favorite people and favorite places to go, anyway? It's good to revisit the memories and the things in our lives that bring us joy from time to time.
After I got home, I made the mac-n-chz. Do you like mac-n-chz? Have you ever had it? Have you ever prepared it? Have you ever had someone prepare it for you? I don't know the answers to these, so I'll walk you through the process, just in case; it's very simple, and the simple things are often the best things!
You start by doing the dishes! As explained some number of letters ago, I have music playing so that my brain doesn't get spooked by the fact that I'm doing a household task and accidentally do an involuntary mental time travel to a time when failing to do a housetask well enough or fast enough was a punishable offense, haha...
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If you recall, this list I am using today is one that I reproduced on YouTube, just in case you might wanna give it a listen. But within this list, this item matches the inside of my mind most closely:
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...And in case you're wondering why we do the dishes first, it's because the next step is to stick a pasta strainer in the sink, like this:
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From there, you gotta get an ordinary pot and fill it about 2/3rds of the way with water, like this:
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Then you gotta bring it to a boil. On my stove, it's easy; you just stick a lid on the pot and set the temperature of the burner to 9, and wait a little while:
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While waiting for that, we can check the ingredients and instructions on the box, like so:
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...Often enough, you'll end up disregarding some of these. For example, I didn't measure out the water. I did use goat's milk and goat's butter in the specified amounts, yes, but I used whole goat milk and slightly salted goat butter:
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From there, we open the pasta box and take out the packets of powdered cheese:
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Getting the cheese packet out of the box will make it easier to pour the noodles into the pot when the time comes!
On my stove, water takes about 20 minutes to boil, which is fine; it is common knowledge that this time passes quickly - as long as you're not watching the pot. That bit is very important; if you watch the pot, the time will instead move about as quickly as pouring molasses from a jar that has been left outside in the cold - which is to say, it won't. It's the law, and nobody knows why.
Oh hey, Sephiroth? Maybe you know why? You're over there experiencing quantum physics firsthand over at the Edge of Creation, right? Can you tell me why watched pots resist boiling? I wonder... Lemme know if you figure it out, okay?
In any case, you can put your noodles in the pot when the water reaches a rolling boil. A rolling boil looks like this:
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I set the kitchen timer for 9 minutes just like the box said:
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...Then I poured in the noodles!
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From there, you have to stir constantly for the whole 9 minutes, or else the noodles will clump together, or stick to the bottom of the pot. You can put oil in the water to prevent this, but then the sauce won't stick to the noodles, and that is not ideal. Once the timer is done, you taste-test one of the noodles to make sure it's good:
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9 minutes wasn't long enough to cook the noodles all the way through, so I gave it another 3 minutes; it was good after that.
The next step is to dump the contents of the pot into the strainer we prepared in the sink earlier. But this pot is kinda stupid (I need a new one) because the handles get really hot when you heat it up. So I put on my handy-dandy oven mitts:
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...Mine are really long because I am dyspraxic; the possibility of burning my forearms on the heating elements when I put things into the oven or take things out of the oven is a real concern. So it's best to protect my whole forearm instead of just my hands, so that way I don't get hurt. Besides, if I put on my oven mitts and also my onion-cutting-goggles while holding my ceramic chef's knife, I can cackle maniacally in the kitchen like a crazed scientist and accidentally scare the socks off of passers-by near my window, and that's always a nice bonus! 🤪🤣 (Speaking of disturbing passers-by near my kitchen window, I am remembering this one time, when J and I were in the kitchen, and he was heckling me about the fact that I need to eat more fruit, so just to be silly, I started eating a banana in the most wildly inappropriate way I possibly could, just as some poor gentleman was dropping off food that M ordered. The flabbergasted look on the man's face as he peered into our window was ABSOLUTELY. PRICELESS!! Ahahahahaaaa~! 🤣🤣🤣)
(But that's what you get for peering into people's windows, so no, I am absolutely not sorry!!! Not even the tiniest little bit!!! 😂😂😂)
Anyway! So I drained the pasta:
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From there, the bottom of the pot will still be warm, so you can use that to melt the butter; I am making two boxes of mac-n-chz, so we need 2 tablespoons of butter:
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...Two boxes of this mac-n-chz calls for 8 tablespoons of milk; that's the same thing as half a cup:
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Then you'll dump in the cheese packets, and use a whisk to make a sauce:
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Then, you dump your noodles in and mix 'em up with the sauce:
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...Finally, we have the bowl of mac-n-chz that I very much wish I could give to you:
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...It's a simple and easy thing; not the fanciest. But it's still good. It's still wholesome. It's still full of love and joy. What I wouldn't give just to be able to hand you a bowl of this...
...Well, it is what it is. And all I can do is deal with it in the way that I know how. All I can do is write to you and hope that it gets through to you somehow...
...somehow...
...OH! I almost forgot!! On the way to do errands and get ice cream, the sky was really nice today, and I also saw a bumblebee! I know you like nature, so I thought to snap a couple pictures for you:
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...ya know... just to remind you that the world is beautiful. Even when it's filled with senseless pain, even when people respond with rage and self-directed violence when you try to set a boundary, and even when your brain is being mean and trying to tell you that everything is hopeless. It's still beautiful when people tell you, directly or indirectly, that you don't belong, or that your words and the contents of your mind are less valuable than your physical vessel.
This world is still beautiful no matter how hard it tries to break you. And there is beauty within persisting, within refusing to stay on the ground, within rising up from your knees and choosing to live in wholesome love and joy. There is beauty within counting on the people around you and seeing through eyes other than your own when you can't muster up the strength by yourself.
Sephiroth, please don't give up. Because, yes, I know there's violence and greed and bloodshed and unimaginable amounts of suffering in this place. But there's also bumblebees and mac-n-chz and ice cream and tea and sunshine and the sky, and people who would do anything to give you these things, if only they could. And these things are worth fighting for. You just gotta open your eyes and set them on a new horizon.
I'll be right here until you come back, okay? I'll keep being right here, calling out to you, singing you a little song, and thinking of you anytime I get to experience wholesome, beautiful things. I'll be waiting right here, no matter how long it takes.
I love you, and I'll write again soon. Please stay safe.
Your friend, Lumine
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unchartedthelostlegacy · 10 months
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Nadine and Chloe taking Meenu to the beach. Meenu playing a bit of football with Nadine or building sandcastles with Chloe. A popsicle seller coming by with a little cooler cart with "fresh ice cream" painted on it and he greets Nadine by her former rank. Nadine takes off her sunglasses. He grins and explains he was a deserter from Shoreline. Nadine laughs almost in relief and says she doesn't do that anymore. Meenu nibbling a mango ice pop while he rolls his cart away and Nadine wondering if loyalty can mean being loyal to yourself
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burberrycanary · 5 months
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Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions)
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Stucky, Endgame Fix-it, Road Trip Get Together
Asleep, Bucky rests his temple against Steve’s bare shoulder. Slow quiet breaths fan out across Steve’s skin. The streets outside are silent and the only other sound beyond their breathing is the faint clank of a radiator, muted by distance, coming from some next-door room. 
Dawn is a pink-orange blur at the edges of the blinds that curl in a little, leaving a gap where the light slips through. 
Their bed is warm—Bucky is warm—and just a little while passes before Bucky wakes up slow, turning his face in toward Steve’s body, so close Steve feels the brush of eyelashes as Bucky blinks. Vaguely patting at Steve’s stomach under the comforter, Bucky sits up to stretch and the motion becomes rolling off the bed and crossing to the window to open the pulled-down blind.
Cast in all these fragile morning colors, Bucky stares out at the sleepy deserted street, leaning against the dark wood of the window frame and lost in his own thoughts.
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Many thanks to my betas @village-skeptic​​​​​​​​​​​, @booksandabeer​​​​​​​​​​​ and @zenaidamacrouras1​​​​​​​​​​​ 😘
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thefrogswhospoke · 11 months
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QUESTION FOR THE TF2 COMMUNITY
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weirddancer14 · 2 months
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Sometimes you gotta cheer yourself up by reading the comments on your fics
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faethewitch · 1 year
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Wholesome Bleach Headcanons (6/?):
After TYBW, Ichigo and the boys (Chad, Uryu, Keigo, and Mizuiro) go on “bro dates”. After almost dying so many times everyone just wants to spend time together. The boys spend their hangouts doing all of the things normal teens should be doing. They goof off, do stupid shit, and get in trouble (which they are quick to escape). Ichigo makes a point to use this time to get Uryu to loosen up, which leads to shenanigans, and many pranks on Ryuken. They are occasionally joined by Renji and Ikkaku, Karakura fears the days the boys get together.
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knightscanfeeltoo · 7 months
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I wanna try some Ice Cream again like with Mukuro and Makoto...
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onlylonelylatino · 4 months
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The death of Sgt. Rock by Joe Kubert
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gijoe-forever · 2 years
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deputygonebye · 9 months
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Shane's favorite dessert is peach pie. Serve the man a slice, and he'll be as happy as a tick on a fat dog. Might go off and eat two, if you'll let him!
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time-violet-blog · 5 months
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Stucky drabble
Summery: early morning with Steve and Bucky ( and a very angry Natasha)
Warnings: threats, stolen ice cream, swearing, tape, a very angry Natasha.
Paring: Steve Rogers × James 'Bucky' Barnes
W.C: 300
Steve's POV
“Bucky you fucking basterd” was the first thing I woke up to well that and nat pulling my boyfriend out of bed. I didn't even bother helping him since this is the third time this month, “what's he done this time” I look at over in time to watch Nat tape Bucky’s mouth.
“Your asshole of a boyfriend ate Peppers ice cream, which she happened to be saving for when her period came this week and now my poor darling girlfriend has to suffer through cramps with out her favourite ice cream”. The look on Nat's was not one to be messed with. 
I honestly think she will kill him this time.
This seems like my signal to step in. “Nat, I am kindly asking you to remove your hands from the love of my life”, she shot me a look before turning back to bucky, pausing for a moment before slapping him and letting him go.
“He better not touch her food again” and with that Nat storms out. My laughter grows as I watch bucky climb back in bed. “Bucky didn't you learn from the last ten times”. I think back to a couple moths ago when Peter came home from school to find Bucky eating his last ice cream sandwich and got webbed to the ceiling fit ten hours. 
He goes to speak forgetting about the tape, I lean over and take it off. “you would think so doll but this times it's not really my fault since you ate my Ben and jerry's” I sent him a looking before pulling him back under the covers. I glance at the time “fucking hell it's 5 am” I groan”, bucky let's out a muffled “language”.
I grip bucky close ready to go back to sleep ”I love you Stevie”.
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tf2fansderogatory · 2 years
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Mercs rated by how likely they are to faint if they don't eat a chocolate bar once in a while:
1: Scout. If he's not constantly eating sugary foods then he passes out like a Victorian lady. How his heart hasn't given out is a medical mystery.
2: Soldier. Having hypoglycemia is WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A TRUE AMERICAN
3: Spy. He's either running perfectly fine or his blood sugar plummets instantly to critical levels and he falls over. No in between.
4: Pyro. Pyro likes their candy and lollipops and stuff but they aren't dependent on them.
5: Engi. Man grew up on deep fried everything southern food and he has a caffeine addiction. While he's not at risk of fucking dying if he misses breakfast, he does very much feel Bad All Day.
6: Medic. He actually barely needs any sugar to survive but he acts like he does because he's a fucking drama queen. He will storm throughout the base talking about how he's DYING and this is YOUR FAULT and how HIS DOVES WILL CARRY ON HIS MEMORY and then heavy hands him a juicebox and he's ok.
7: Demo. His immune system is completely fucked. Nobody knows what he's running on anymore. Is it blood sugar? Is it magic? Is it all the alcohol? Is it just pure willpower? We will never know.
8: Heavy. He has a perfectly balanced diet. He could probably live with no sugar whatsoever and his blood would still be at healthy levels.
9: Sniper. He's the opposite. If he gets any sugar at all then hes out of commission for months. Scout gave him a sip of Bonk once and he almost died.
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