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day 3 & 4: all bark & no bite
#i must draw him silly or i explode#diluc ragnvindr#genshin impact#aprilluc#hes soo squishy i want to hydraulicpress him#i want to microwave hjim#i need to strain him#juice presser?#juicer...#slam dunk him#my art
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Anyway, I think the worst thing Geoff Johns did to Hal's character is that he just made him boring. The fun thing about Hal is that he's the worst man to walk the earth. He's a trainwreck in the making. Every day he wakes up and thinks nothing and makes 20 awful decisions and messes up everything and goes to sleep content in a job well done and it's great. Hal is the Worst Man Ever™. He's a donkey in human form. By all means his personality and skillset makes him the perfect supervillain but he's a hero and he's imperfect and he claws himself back from the brink long after most people would've given up because that's who he is. That's at the core of his character. Even when he's below rock bottom, he never gives up, and god does he hit it, over and over again.
Johns just... erased all that complexity by making Hal the bestest greatest most precious lanterny lantern ever. Suddenly everyone loves him and treats parallax as just a 'hehe! Whoops!' and it sucks because if you take away the fact that Hal is a garbage human being he's just BORING. He's just a boring stereotypical stoic superhero. Who wants to read that! Who wants to read about Universe's Best Most Precious Greatest Man Gets Praised And Solves Every Problem And Is Never Wrong. Like at least when batman does it they try to give us a detective story. Usually it's not a good detective story but they at least try. Hal doesn't need to do detectiving. He can solve pretty much anything with the ring on his finger. He's invulnerable and powerful and perfect and let's be real, at this point he barely has a secret identity. There's nothing adding stakes to the story, not when Hal the best boy is here.
It's so fucking boring!! It's genuinely an injustice to his character. Hal's much more interesting when he makes every single bad decision, ever, and then has to dig himself out of the hole that he dug. That's someone I can root for. That's a character I can develop complex feelings about. If you just hand me the perfect being in creation I feel nothing. I'm already bored.
#in conclusion thank you Jeremy Adams for feeding me. that man is the worst man in existence. i want to put him in the juice presser#like you look at hal and you just know he never replaces his toothbrush#hal jordan#meta#i guess#this is also how i feel about ollie btw#men who are the worst 🤝#im more okay (though still annoyed) by Bruce being the best because the whole point of his stories is that he's so smart he can solve any#mystery. there's other things driving the stakes. plus he's more limited in power so even when he's the Best there's still narrative tension#hal is just too op for something like that to work#and for other characters like superman who are also op they thrive off of a nonpowered supporting cast#but Hal's supporting cast are all other lanterns. or like. superman.#like you don't need to be the Worst Man Alive to carry a narrative through the strength of your personality as Wally demonstrates#but you still need a PERSONALITY#you can't have a personality if you're the best at everything always
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#columbo#season 6#the bye bye sky high iq murder case#im going to put him in a juice presser#he is genuinely distracted by sweet treat !#he jus wan a ice creame...
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Fit : *just wondering* Ramon do you have a juice presser ?
Ramon : *aggressive nods* *proceeds to throw a complex mechanical press*
#Why does Ramon just have huge ass machines with him#But not a food press lmaoooo#Qsmp#Ramon#Fit#MC Fam#Qsmp lb
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women owned orphan juice presser (makes juice by sustainably crushing ethically sourced orphans)
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so you're telling me Pedro Pascal got his head squashed like a watermelon in a juice presser for that to be not even the first time that happened in the Game of thrones castle
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After annoying the living hell out of the poor old man, Dany had gotten Gideon to dig out a book of recipes. Standard ones people seem to do when they get egregiously bored, but simple enough for a dragon that doesn’t know how to cook and can digest raw octopus like nobody’s business. With a simple ‘take it and fuck off’ kind of exchange she’s out in the wild, avoiding rune bears and taking breaks now and then to survey ingredients.
Caramel apples. Scald some cane sugar juice until it turns into a syrup and mix it with butter, dip some apples into it and let it set. Simple enough. Even Diallos can pull it off with enough dedication.
With a veritably sized bundle of sugarcane strapped to her back she’s looking for trees. Easier to find in Leyndell, so she’s flying onto the walls - the distant screaming of Morgott: “GET OFF MINE LAWN” means nothing - and diving into the various flora abount.
And then, over the horizon, it finally shows. In the middle of the capital, like a monument to guide home the knights and serve as a comforting beacon, the biggest apple tree to possibly be. Mayhaps Morgott felt he needed some beautiful part of nature in the city, or he just felt like he wanted apples. Whatever the reason is, she’d give him a big smooch on his forehead for it if he let her. Tragic she’s not interested in courting him... or Mohg. She’s had one too many unpleasant encounters with each sibling.
Bouncing to the tree she hoists herself up into it, using both hands and her tail to pick whatever apples looked ripe. Even those that aren’t peak just yet, she takes them too. Sticking them into her purse she drops back down, and with a quick flip of the bird to the awaiting gargoyles she snaps her fingers, closing her eyes as grace sweeps her away.
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Fyra’s not here right now, it seems, so she has free rein of the kitchen. Wherever Geralt may be, she hopes he won’t be tempted to try and take a peek. He’s still just a wee lad, so curiosity, forgivable as it is, could be disastrous. Anyway, just so her mother friend doesn’t have an aneurysm she decides to do the best she can.
Setting some stalks of sugarcane on the counter, she (a bit unwisely) balances a board above a bucket, using her teeth to make some grooves so that the juice can get into it without much mess or hassle. Grabbing a rolling pin she presses down, rolling it until the juice seeps out. Normally one would use a presser, tie an oxen to it, and just grind the juice out, but she doesn’t have a presser... or an ox. So she’ll take what she can get.
Would it have been a better plan to just manually squeeze it? She tried this - the urge to monch is too strong.
Once the juice about fills the bucket she uses her breath to light the stove, finding the appropriate pot and putting the juice into it. Now just time to wait. Looking around, she finds a longer wood spoon, stirring it consistently. Not quite sure if her people ever made this stuff, she decides to, along with checking the recipe now and then, play it by ear.
Eventually, it begins thickening, with the help of her amazing firebreath, and she looks around til she finds her good friend butter. Scooping a nice tablespoon or two into the syrup she mixes it and mixes until... voila!
Tail starting to wag she hurriedly finds her apples, ashing the flame until it turns lower. Getting some water she washes the fruits, spearing them on some skewers and dipping them in one by one. Setting them aside she repeats the process until the sauce is gone and the apples are all accounted for.
Unable to contain her excitement, she screams at the top of her lungs, “YES!!! I DID IIIITTT!!!” Putting the fire out for good she turns and runs out of the kitchen.
“Nouma! Roderika! Master Hewg! Master Ordovis! Fia! Apples! I did it!!!”
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Makeup removing oil, reusable wipes, and face toner set side-by-side on the vanity, the signal of the end of the day, and god, was Peter glad for it. He couldn’t wait to have his makeup off, to be stripped down to a pair of shorts, and get settled into his reading nook with his book, his thick-boy copy of Kuang’s “Babel”. Maybe later on, he could reward himself with a big bowl of gelato after tucking Caleb in for the night; he did deserve it, after all, after suffering that presser.
He began peeling off his lashes when his phone rang. He swiped the call button to answer and switched to speaker. “Yo!”
“Peterrrrrrrrr!”
Peter blinked and snorted, raising his penciled brows at the phone sitting beside him. “Ha ha, Naseeeeeeeeem!”
“Guess what, my beloved little canary?!”
Peter stared at the screen, his lashes forgotten. What was this energy? “What is it, my most prized stallion?”
“Guess who’s got a call for a second audition?!”
“What?! Audition?” Peter picked up the phone, now gaping at it in disbelief, his mind reeling back to the months before, trying to remember when Naseem had mentioned anything about auditioning. “For what?”
“You know that new show that’s coming out? Wild Card?”
Isn’t that the weird Swedish version of iCarly? Peter thought. “Uh, yeah, I’ve seen some ads on Twitter or something. And congrats, by the way! I’m so happy for you! But... Why didn’t you tell me that you were auditioning for it?”
“I didn’t want to tell you about it until I at least get a callback. You know, so I won’t jinx it. Anyways, get dolled up for me, we’re going out to dinner to celebrate.”
It’s just a second audition, though, isn’t it? Peter had wanted to ask, but bit his tongue as he worked on peeling off the second lash. He’d be damned if he ruined his love’s fantastic mood. Besides, Peter knew little about auditioning for television series; maybe second auditions were pretty much a guaranteed in. Luckily, he had an outfit in mind as he said to the phone, “Okay, babe, I’ll get ready. I love you.”
“Love ya, too. I’m gonna call Sheer and tell her, too. See you in a bit!”
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What they’ve found after Ashira’s swearing off alcohol was that they didn’t need booze for a good time; sugary sparkling grape juice was more than enough to get everyone into a good mood, to have Peter, Naseem, and Ashira loosen their inhibitions.
Dinner was decadent, and dessert was divine, slow and smooth. They had to be careful around Ashira’s bump, had to work a perfect balance of pain and pleasure with her increasingly sensitive tits, but pacing themselves and going easy proved to be a delightful form of edging on its own. They lied tangled together in the sweetest afterglow, Peter enjoying the musk that filled the room like a piece of chocolate placed on his tongue, attached to Naseem as the man used him as a cock warmer.
“You still up, sweets?” Naseem murmured against Peter’s neck.
“Mhm,” Peter hummed, scooting closer into Naseem, groaning as he felt Naseem’s spent dick filling him. “Yeah. What’s up?”
Naseem kissed him through his hair. “Nothing, I was just... Can I tell you something?”
“Of course!” Peter moved his hand off Ashira’s belly, detaching from the mild resentful envy he felt tainting his otherwise happy mood, and rubbed the arm wrapped around his hips. “What is it?”
Naseem sighed, and Peter shivered at the warm breath that tickled his bare shoulder. “I... don’t actually like sitcom acting.”
“What?” Peter wanted to turn around and face him, but a part of his head knew that extracting Naseem from himself and shifting around (and possibly waking up a very drained Ashira) to do so was too much hassle. “Why? When this works, you’ll get to be on TV!”
“We’ve been on TV plenty of times,” Naseem pointed out.
“You know what I mean!” Peter blinked, absentmindedly watching Ashira’s bare breasts go up and down with each light snore. “This’ll be good for your acting career! It’ll have a bigger reach than being on stage, right?”
“That’s if I get the role, and it’s still going to be a pretty minor one,” Naseem explained, and Peter wished he didn’t sound so defeated about it; sure, he knew that Naseem should have gotten a bigger role, but he also knew that whatever role Naseem had, he was going to make memorable. Plus, hadn’t Naseem explained during dinner that if all went well, the role would likely have more screen time?
Naseem rubbed Peter’s stomach, and slid his hand down to Peter’s thigh. Peter willed himself to not get hard again, not during this confessional. “Even if it’s a bigger role, I don’t really want it.”
“Why?”
“Because, sweets, so much can go wrong with acting for a studio audience. People would laugh at the wrong time and ruin the joke --”
“Don’t they have recorded laughter for that?”
“That’s even worse!” Naseem laughed, and Peter couldn’t tell if there was genuine humor behind it. “People could tell when the laugh is canned, and it gives the show that How I Met Your Mother or The Big Bang Theory vibes.”
Oh, God! Peter balked. “Yeah, that... would be bad.”
“Plus,” Naseem went on, “Who knows if this show would even see the light of day, let alone make it to season two.” Peter felt movement behind him, heard a scuffing of fabric, probably Naseem shaking his head. “So many sitcoms crash and are forgotten about, and the ones we see today, like the ones I mention--”
“--And Two Broke Girls --”
“And Drake and Josh--”
“Only after season three--”
“Anyways, all those shows, they give sitcoms a bad name. When people watch a new series, it’s begrudgingly, and mostly because there’s nothing else good on. Even the good ones can jump the shark and piss off long-time fans.
“It’ll take a really, really good sitcom to be a stepping stone into other, better projects, Peter, and that stuff is rare nowadays. I doubt Wild Card will be critically acclaimed. I just have to hope that it won’t be so bad that it’ll follow me for the rest of my career.”
Peter licked his lips before pursing them. He reached down to the hand that was rubbing up and down his thigh and held it. “So... are you going to turn it down?”
“No.” Naseem sighed. “If I get it, I’m going to take it. It’s still an acting gig, after all.”
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They should be told who wins
Congratulations on your win know your family will never go hungry again you'll never have a the grade yourself yourself unless you want to being a witch there's an entire candy Forest that you should be gorging on
“Well I’m glad that this all worked out.” Akane laugehd before a growl rang out. “Speaking of which, can I go eat the candy forest?” She asked and Junko gave a thumbs up before leaving the room. She made her way down some stairs and each loser was contained in a glass container.
Hiyoko was on her back being pumped full on chocolate from the river which had caused her stomach to explode out of her kimmo.
Sayaka was on a presser like device being occasionally squashed for juice and then given a rest to refill.
Miu was surrounded by trash, which was mostly old magazines and empty candy wrappers. Her underwear on a pole like object just above her, implying she got a killer wedgie on the way down.
Finally Junko sat in the last case, waiting for Celeste to calm down before. “BBBBBBUUURRRRPPPPP!” With a belch the gamblers outfit flew from her mouth covered in goop and still mostly in the safety outfit.
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[ID: a comic by Will Santino, whose name is in the bottom right corner, showing a person laying their head in their arms on a table as a machine chucks lemons at them. there are many lemons spilling onto the table the floor the the left, a sliced lemon in a presser with a jar underneath with a bit of lemon juice in it, and many jugs of lemonade (or maybe just lemon juice) on the right. the comic is black and white except for the color yellow. end ID]
#image described#feeling this today#comic#when life gives you lemons#and lemons and lemons and lemons...
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Electric Juicer | Citrus Squeezer & Orange Juicer , Presser
Here is the ideal kitchen tool that will up your juicing game to new heights: the Electric Juicer | Citrus Squeezer & Orange Juicer, Presser. With a focus on oranges, this extraordinary juicer is made to extract the freshest and tastiest juice from a variety of citrus fruits.
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What are the Essential Items that Every Pub Must have?
A Pub has a vibe that makes people to forget everything, and enjoy the moment with a glass of drink and music. On the beats of some jazz, they dance, eat and drink. But, to bring these moments into life, you have to arrange pub supplies, including top-quality alcohol. To run a bar, it must have important items and equipment. Without them, nothing can function. Let’s look into the essential items every pub must have.
Cabinet: The cabinet is the first thing anyone notices after entering a pub. Once you’ve entered a bar, you will notice that the cabinet has store all the pub’s liquor. It will provide a clear view of all the available drinks.
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Glassware: A true bartender must understand about the right glassware for the right kind of drinks. Choosing the correct glassware is important commodity in any pub. It’s because you won’t be satisfied to drink wine from a beer mug. Clean and clear glasses improve the appearance of your favorite drink. Bars have an assortment of exquisite glasses to serve various types of liquors.
Ice tools: Drinks require ice in them, be it a whisky or a soft drink. So, a pub must have the necessary ice tools, including ice tray, ice buckets, and tongs to serve ice. Ice trays are available in different sizes and shapes.
The bar tool box
The bar tool box is an essential item for any bartender. It contains the following useful tools, such as:
Jigger: A dual ended vessel to measure the beverage.
Speed pourers: It controls the flow of liquid filled.
Juice presser: It is used to squeeze lemon or lime juice without any hassle.
Bar Spoon: A long spoon is used for stirring cocktails and drinks.
Muddler: A tool used for crushing mint leaves, lemon slices and more.
Cocktail Shaker: It is used to mix liquids using ice and mixers.
Knife: A sharp knife is needed to dissect the ice and other crucial items for garnishing drinks.
Chopping Board: Knife and chopping board are used simultaneously.
Tea strainer: Once the cocktail is mixed, the strainer is used to separate garnishes from the cocktail.
Mixers: Mixers are used to equalise the drink. They are the ingredients, including club soda, cola, tonic water, sugar syrup, and juices, such as tomato, pineapple, cranberry, ginger and orange.
Get all the essential pub supplies at competitive rates from the nearest supplier.
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someone put me in the juice presser I’m struggling with my math
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Kitchen Juice Vortex Lemon & Orange Juicer - Electric Citrus Squeezer & Presser
Visit more information- https://www.naanukitricks.com
#mixer #mixedmedia #MixerGrinder
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I don't want to sound alarming but if I don't get the position I'm interviewing for on Wednesday I will twist my head off like a Lego figure and put it in a juice presser
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ppl who are vocally anti union can never just say that and move on theyve always gotta tell you a sob story about their great uncle who owned a child labor coal mining factory or something and how he had to give up his third house in the bahamas bc the greedy child labor miners wanted to stop being pushed into a juice presser every week and be turned into juice so they unionized and lost him money and they were soooo mean about it :///. and they like really expect you to feel for them over that. every time
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