Since day 1 i have only ever stanned Da'vonne, Natalie and Bridgette. Even when Bri was with that nasty ugly ass Frank i didn’t give up hope. Now I just need them to unite and take out that musty Pendejo Cabron and his posse
Run – do not walk – over to Medium for this fascinating article on how libraries decide to weed out their collections. And then go check out an old favorite book, even if you’ve got no intention of reading it!
Since every system of elimination is based, no matter what they say, on circulation counts, the number of years that have elapsed since a book was last checked out, or the number of times it has been checked out overall, if you feel strongly about a book, you should go to every library you have access to and check out the volume you care about. Take it home awhile. Read it or don’t. Keep it beside you as you read the same book on a Kindle, Nook, or iPad. Let it breathe the air of your home, and then take it back to the library, knowing you have fought the guerrilla war for physical books.
well, now you have all of this freed up time you can spend on yourself instead of some musty ass boy
y'know what I like more than boys? girls, skincare products, books, makeup, clothes, dogs, grilled chicken salads, going to the gym, makeup tutorials on YouTube, green tea frappes from starbucks, binge watching tv shows, soundcloud mixes, writing, etc
Reaper:look at jack fucking morrison. fucking john overwatch. wedo fucking morrison. what a loser. what a bland musty dry unsalted cracker, walmart brand captain america, country bumpkin, gringo fucking idiot loser white bread shit lord.
folks on my Discord channel convinced me to write these headcanons about friggin’ dragon cheese so here we go (im a cheese specialist irl thats my job description lmao)
Earth - cheesemakers in the Earthshaker’s domain use the many natural crevices and caves scattered around Dragonhome to age their cheese, piling rocks and dirt over the molds to prevent the dry air from scorching the cheese before its ready. earth cheese is usually cave aged, with a deep, musty flavor and a naturally speckled rind that is edible but usually too strong for most dragons to stomach. the older and more crumbly the cheese, the more readily its eaten in Dragonhome. rocks are a popular additive, so non earth dragons must watch their teeth.
Nature - dragons in the Viridian Labyrinth like their cheese as colorful and bright as they are, and often use locally sourced dried fruits and spices to enhance the taste of the cheeses they make. nature cheese is usually very brightly wrapped in waxed rinds, and is often given as a gift to new members of clans or visiting dignitaries. due to the hot and humid climate, nature cheese cant be aged for too long without serious mold issues, so the cheese is usually eaten at a relatively young age, accompanied by fresh fruit and wine.
Arcane - to taste cheese from the Starfall Isles is to experience a strange realm of clashing flavors. arcane dragons are incredibly fond of making cheese, although their home isnt exactly suited to the art. wheels of cheese often blink in and out of existence, returning months later perfectly aged (or possibly covered in strange magical runes and shrieking.) experimentation is an arcane cheesemaker’s claim to fame, and combining different methods from other flights in order to see what happens is the norm. arcane cheeses are usually paper wrapped, and can range from young to incredibly aged. it all depends on the magic used.
Plague - with resources as scarce and warped as they are, cheesemakers in the Scarred Wasteland dont waste a scrap in the production of their cheese. with mold and mildew running rampant, plague dragons are especially honed to the moods of blue cheese, and can craft especially pungent varieties that would make the Plaguebringer’s toes curl. when blue cheese isnt being made, plague dragons are often found producing any manner of soft-ripened cheeses, with a stink that is so horrid, you never know if something has died, or a cheesemaker is perfecting his craft. meaty flavors are preferred, and plague dragons are not above using blood as an ingredient.
Shadow - shadow cheesemakers are a secretive bunch. using local flora and fauna to craft and flavor their cheeses (spearmint is a particular favorite.) they are particularly fond of letting the ever-present mushrooms of the Tangled Wood overtake their cheese molds, which instills a deep, earthy flavor with a bitter aftertase. shadow cheeses are often cloth wrapped in whatever tatters that can be reused from old worn clothes and apparel, and usually take the form of a crescent moon shape, as opposed to the circular wheels found in other areas of Sornieth. shadow cheeses have washed rinds, the source of said washing liquid being a closely guarded secret.
Light - cheesemakers in the Sunbeam Ruins, in keeping with their archaeological roots, are always attempting to uncover ancient cheese recipes long forgotten. trial and error produces some of the most complex flavors of cheese in Sornieth, as light dragons are fastidious in their recreating of ancient secrets and methods. semi-hard cheeses are the norm in light dominated areas, with carefully constructed aging racks set into the crumbling ruins. light cheesemakers are still in the process of developing a method that would expose the cheese to full sunlight at all times, in order to glorify the power of the Lightweaver. they have yet to perfect this method.
Wind - carefully wrapped in young bamboo shoots and leaves, cheese originating from the Windswept Plateau is almost never of any particular uniform shape, size, or color. wind cheesemakers prefer their cheeses to be young and bright, with rich buttery flavor. flavored rinds are common here, originating either from the natural wrappings or from purposeful washes. since wind dragons spend so little time on solid earth, their cheeses are often taken airborne with them, and the aging process (if any) is a turbulent affair. pull apart cheese is a favorite, easily carried and handed out to young dragons to help sustaint hem as they fly.
Water - moisture is cheese’s number one enemy, and with the majority of the Sea of a Thousand currents being submerged, its often difficult to find any water born cheesemakers at all. those who persevere produce spongy, soft cheeses that mimic the natural sea life. cheese wheels are often buried in the loamy soil of the Tsunami Flats, where they can age peacefully. the texture of water cheese is often gritty, as even the most careful water dragons cannot remove all of the sand from their paws. shallow pools are used to produce briny washes for the cheeses made here, and salt crystals form readily on the rinds and wraps that encase the cheese.
Lightning - the Shifting Expanse is naturally arid, and so cheesemakers in the realm of lightning use this to their advantage when producing their cheese. mold resistant cheeses are very common, with a crumbly texture and very sharp taste. dragons closer to the influence of the Stormcatcher create cheese wheels of exacting uniformity, weight, and size, under the careful gaze of their task-driving deity. lightning dragons have found all sorts of uses for the electricity that naturally crackles around them and their homeland, and often create massive pieces of machinery in order to process their cheese. complex, exacting, and a little bit manic, lightning born cheesemakers have yet to find a way to put lightning directly into their cheese. theyre working on it.
Fire - the Ashfall Wastes are no place for cheese, at least not in a solid state anyway. cheesemakers residing in fire take their craft to the naturally occurring magma vents, using the heat and pressure to cook up vast vats of melted cheese with which to dip all manner of foods into. when fondues are not on the menu, fire dragons take to bartering with other flights in order to procure the spiciest ingredients they an get their claws on. flame resistant and incredibly hot peppers are grown in abundance in the dry and ash rich soils of the Emberglow Hearth, and these as well as bartered ingredients are thrown into cheese recipes with wanton abandon. a fire made cheese is many things, but mild is never ever one of them.
Ice - with temperatures as frigid and unrelenting as they are, clans in the Southern Icefields are pressed to keep their cheeses from freezing over. many local fauna such as elk are corralled and herded by ice born dragons, and their milk is used to make incredibly rich, soft cheeses which are eaten for sustenance with most meals. ice dragons are often seen bartering and trading with local beastclans, and many ingredients for their cheeses (as well as recipes) are beastclan born. cheeses produced in ice are hung in sturdy fur sacks throughout the more mild months, and are only opened when the ice storms are at their most ferocious and hunting is impossible without risking life and limb. ice dragons are particularly fond of stinkier cheeses, as the strong rich milk they use gives their cheese a natural odor and musky flavor.
me:THE ISSUE IS U STANNING A MUSTY OLD CARROT CURLY Q ASS AND IM SICK OF IT U BETTA LET HIM BE EVICTED OR I WILL TAKE A PLANE MYSELF TO CBS TO FIGHT U AND DRAG UR CURLS ALL THE WAY TO DAVONNE HERSELF FOR U TO APOLOGIZE AND HAND OVER 3 COUP DE TATS AND 10 DPOVS KNOW THAT
Darcey let out a soft sigh as he finally came to his office, sucking in one last breath before entering to take in his new surroundings– this was much different from the old doctors office he used to work out of. Still holding a large cardboard box against his chest, he finally moved over to the desk and placed it down, wasting no more time as he began to unpack his old musty books from his ever growing collection he kept at home (his house was almost full, books lining the walls and shelves full)
At the sound of the door creaking open, he looked up, eyes slightly wide behind his glasses “Ah… Hello?”
those kids in school who thought they were better bc they didn’t wear makeup or date or do mainstream teen things … and thought they were quirky and shit… honestly the worst! a waste of time! so bland! bye! u kno
I was younger my cousin Stan and I would often stay at my our grandmothers
house whilst our parents went off for a night out to a local Italian
restaurant. It was a particularly dark Saturday evening with rain cheerily
dancing off the window, winter was definitely drawing in.
We set up the Super
Nintendo in the back living room and had around an hour of fun playing Super
Mario, taking it in turns and swapping after one of us lost a life, arguing and
bickering about how unfair it was when Mario died too quick - Stan always won
At around 7pm we went to go and put our PJ’s on and get
comfortable for some cheesy Saturday night TV game show’s followed by a
tediously shoddy Hospital drama. We settled down on the sofa with a steaming
mug of hot chocolate with a musty scented blanket, feet up watching Gladiators
wrestle contestants to the floor with a giant foam bud. Stan had most of the
blanket because “he was older and older kids needed more warmth”.
ended, and just like every week it was awesome for a 7 year old boy to watch
some decent action and people getting smacked and roughed up with objects and
face off for the main event, and then ‘blahhh, time for a bore fest of cruddy
hospital rubbish and nonsense that only old people like’, I suddenly needed to
use the bathroom after filling my bladder with chocolaty goodness. I paced to
the hallway which was relatively dark, just one table lamp lit the way to the
bottom of the stairs.
As I took my 1st step I saw Auntie Roo (our Aunt who
suffers with mental illness) standing at the top. My face lit up and I said
“HI ROO!! How are you?”
All that was returned was a blank stare. I
could see it was very dark upstairs, I moved up another couple of steps and
with every step I took Auntie Roo would retreat a little towards Nanna Jo’s
bedroom without saying a word. She looked ill from a distance, she was very
We had heard of Roo having an episode where it makes her very tired and
needing to rest - We didn’t know what it meant, however. By the time I was on
the upstairs landing, Auntie Roo had disappeared into Nanna Jo’s bedroom and I
thought I’d better not disturb her.
Making my way downstairs I heard the bedroom door creak open. I looked back but
I couldn’t see Roo, so continued to make my way back towards the comfy warm
sofa to finish watching Doctors and Nurses give people a very different idea of
how a hospital works. Nanna Jo made us another mug of hot chocolate, honestly
it is still the best chocolate beverage I have (to this day) ever had the
pleasure of drinking - made with a real bar of chocolate melted into steaming
hot milk. Bliss!
Stan was now sat cross legged on the floor playing with some
figurines, blowing up Nan’s grandfather clock which stood in the corner of the
room with some plastic rocket launchers.
“Ok kiddiewinks” Nan used to
call us that, “time for bed, its almost eleven o clock!”, she always let us
stay up past our bed time. So off we went to the spare room where we planned on
waiting for Nan to go to sleep so we could sneak downstairs mischievously and
have ourselves a midnight snack. No chance, our planned 12 o’clock feast was
ruined as 10 minutes later we were both flat out asleep.