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LemonBery

@lemonberyy

Joan, She/They, 17. Welcome! Tea? Cookies? Sit down and relax. There's nothing here that can hurt you. There's not really anything here at all.
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Welcome to your new house. This one is yours and there isn't another like it anywhere else in the whole world. Take good care of it! You won't ever be able to forget it!

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This is your family! They love you! Give them a hug! Don't you recognize them? This is your family. This is your family. This is your family. This is your family. This is your family.

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This is your dog. Look at how happy he is to see you. He is wagging his tail! Will you play a game with him? He is wet because he was in the rain. He is warm because he was by the fire. He smells good because dogs always smell good. They always smell good.

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This is your backyard! You planted those bushes. You love this back yard! This is your happy place. Aren't you happy? Aren't you happy? This is your happy place. Take a good long look at your backyard! You don't want to forget it next time! You want to be here forever. You're going to be buried here when you die. This is your happy place.

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This is your girlfriend. You love her so much. You're not going to have sex with her until after you're married. She loves going to church. You love going to church with her. This is your girlfriend. This is everything you've ever wanted. You're going to start a family with her. This is your girlfriend. You've been married for three years. You love her so much.

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Don't you like your new house? Is it too wet? Is it too warm? Dogs always smell too warm. They always do. Why don't you go inside? You love it here. This is your new house! You'll never be able to forget it!

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Why don't you like your new house

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Welcome to your new house. This one is yours and there isn't another like it anywhere else in the whole world. Take good care of it! You won't ever be able to forget it!

people have the audacity to equate vanilla with “plain”. the fruit of a delicate orchid pollinated by hand. worth its weight in solid gold and beyond. the fussy black-and-cream jewel of the american continent. you sick son of a bitch. imagine a world without vanilla. no blondies. no pound cakes. no crème brûlée, no coke floats. no cream soda. no satiny new york-style cheesecakes. no warm apple pie à la mode. no velvety complexity to bring out complex notes in chocolate desserts. no depth of flavour in your cakes and cookies and milkshakes. all in just a few precious seeds or grams of paste or perfumed teaspoons of liquid black platinum. what you don’t understand could fill the library of alexandria seven times over and then some. you ungrateful bastard i’m going to kill you

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and she picked just the right song

whhat the f

today I learned you could figure skate on roller blades

This kid is KILLING it!

I’ll be back in going to go watch Every single video about this subject

Been meaning to do this for years

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Artist for the official sonic comics ^

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*scrolls past*

*reads caption*

*scrolls back to reblog*

This is Thelockpickinglaywer and what I have for you today is something very interesting. As you can tell by the agonizing screams of the damned, I have recently left the mortal coil and, upon arriving at my destination, was informed that I did not qualify for residence. I was taken by an angel of the Lord to the mouth of Hell, and when the angel left, he closed this rather large red door and sealed it with a divine key. Although I’ve never seen this particular model of lock before, I’ve spent some time investigating the cylinder with this small shard of bone. By sticking it in the back of the keyway and slowly pulling it out, I can tell that this is a five-pin tumbler lock, that can easily be single-pin picked using this shed demon scale as a tensioner tool. Let’s try that right now. Alright, nothing on one. Nothing on two. Three is binding firmly, click out of that. Nothing on four. Five is binding, little click there, back to one. Once again, nothing. Two is binding, and we’ve dropped into a false set. Little click out of three. Nothing on four. Little click on one, counter-rotation on two, and we got this open. Okay folks, I think the main takeaway here is that no matter how much faith you place in a mechanism designed to ensure your safety, be it spiritual or physical, there is always a state in which it can fail. In any case, thank you for watching. Memento mori, and I’ll see you next time.

saw this post and you know what i had to do

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which one of u was going to tell me that tea tastes different if u put it in hot water?

y- you were putting it in cold water?????

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Radish. Answer the question radish.

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yeah??? i thought for like. 5 years that ppl just put it in hot water 2 speed up the tea-ification process didn’t realize there was an actual reason

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You dont have the patience to microwave water for 3 minutes???

[ID: Tags reading “u think i have the patience to boil water wtf ?????” /End ID]

why are you. putting it in the microwave to boil it

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Do you think I have the patience to boil water on the stove

Its takes less than a minute

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Bestie is ur stovetop powered by the fucking sun

How long does it take you to boil a cup of water on the stove

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Like seven minutes

Just stick the mug on top of the stove on medium heat n it boils in like two minutes… less than that is u use a saucepan…

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Crying you’re putting the whole mug on the stove ???? On medium heat???? Ur stove is enchanted

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Every single person in this post is a fucking lunatic

Yet another post that reads like four shakespeare characters who come out in the middle of the play to talk about something completely unrelated for comic relief

(Enter RADISHN’T, MOTHMAN MISATO, BOIMG FROG and CATS'N RAINCOATS, stage left. They are having a HEATED DISCUSSION.)

RADISHN’T: Prithee, which one of you had planned to tell

Of diff'rent flavours gained by simple act

Of brewing tea with water hot, not cold?

MOTHMAN: Egad! you poured the water cold? Wherefore?!

FROG: An answer from you, Radish, I must beg.

RADISHN’T: Indeed I did, dear friends - why does this shock?

Without the guide of others I assumed

That heat was merely added for the sake

Of expediting this solution’s brewing!

Half a decade I have spent, or more,

Not questioning this worldview I had made.

In fact, I am myself a bit surprised

That you might think that I, your dearest friend,

Might have a patience of sufficient stock

To wait until a pot of water boils.

FROG: Three minutes overtaxes patience so?

The microwave will beep when it is done!

CATS'N: My friend, this answer vexes me the more!

Can it be true that thou dost boil by nuke?!

FROG: Are you in turn, my friend, so shocked to know

That I have not the patience, like our Root,

To boil upon the stove our favour’d drink?

CATS'N: It takes less than a minute!

FROG: On what plate?

Perhaps your dinner cooks atop the sun?

CATS'N: How long can take your stove to fill the task

Of boiling but a single cup alone?

FROG: In minutes?

CATS'N: Yes!

FROG: I counted seven, once.

CATS'N: Perhaps you ought to have your timepiece checked!

If on a middle heat you place the cup

You soon will have the scalding drink you crave.

Two minutes, in a mug upon the plate

Or even less, if you should have a pot.

FROG: You cause me tears - is this how thou dost live?

You place upon the iron stove a mug?

A mug, ceramic, filled with water cold?

How do these flames, though medium in height,

Not shatter like a glass this fragile thing?

Surely, then, your kitchen is bewitched

With magicks far beyond the mortal ken!

(The FOUR realise they have wandered into the THRONE ROOM. The ROYAL COURT watches with fascination.)

KING: Ev'ry single person in this group must be a fucking lunatic, it seems.