I’ve said it a hundred times and I’ll say it again.
If you say “I like the cold more than the heat,” you’re wrong. Full stop. It’s just not true. You just haven’t taken the time to actually fucking think about it before you say it.
When I hear that, I assume you have been saying that sentence as a snap reaction for 10+ years without actually stopping to think ‘oh wait, do I even like the cold more than he heat?’ Because you don’t.
Cold weather is miserable. It’s the definition of suffering. And don’t even try to hit me with that “Well you can always put on more clothes in the winter. You can only take so much off in the summer.” Shut the fuck up. No, you cannot always put on more clothes. Eventually you are so grossly uncomfortable, swaddled in clothes, unable to move, and you’re the person who has the audacity to think “oh yeah I prefer this to summer any day.”
AND YOU AREN’T EVEN WARM. NO winter clothes absolutely do NOT make you warm. They allow you to survive cold weather but I want you to think HARD about the last time you wore winter clothes. Were you actually warm? Or were you just less cold. Because those are not the same thing.
The worst part of the cold is that you’re ALWAYS uncomfortably cold to varying degrees. No matter how warm your coat is, your toes are frozen. No matter how heavy your socks are, your ears are going numb.
And when I ask people what their favorite parts of winter are, do you know what they say 99% of the time? Being warm. Drinking hot chocolate. Snuggling up the fireplace. Wrapping yourself in blankets. That’s the OPPOSITE of loving the cold you fool!
No, loving the cold would be saying “Oh hell yeah I LOVE waking up 45 minutes early to dig my car out and warm it up. I LOVE how my toes lose feeling throughout the day. I LOVE feeling the cold wind sting my face when I walk from my car to work. I LOVE how all of my motivation to be active and social is completely sapped from my body for 4 months because the physical activity of having to put on 3 layers of clothes every single time I want to go outside becomes overwhelmingly daunting after 3 weeks.” Because you don’t love the cold. You love how good warmth feels opposed to the cold.
And that’s really what it boils down to. I associate the summer - warmth - with DOING things. With going to the park and eating dinner outside and going on hikes and going swimming and barbecues and family reunions and midnight drives and being impulsive and being carefree. I associate winter with staying inside and being uncomfortable.
No matter how bad you think the heat is, you’re a liar if you say you’d take a two week vacation in the snowy mountains over a two week vacation on the beach. Snow is beautiful to look at for the 30 minutes you have until you have to deal with it and that shit gets old fast.
And not to get too introspective, but I guarantee your fondest childhood (or adult!) memories take place on a warm day/night. So the next time someone asks you if you like cold weather or hot weather more, I want you to stop and REALLY give it a good thought. Because you’re wrong.
you ever have those days where, even though you’re so so so proud of your brown skin, because it holds so much history and heritage and tells a story of a past that was filled with strength in overcoming the turmoils and difficulties your ancestors faced to bring you to the place you are today, to make you the person you are today,
despite that, you sometimes wish that you were just “a little more fair in complexion” because you’re wearing an outfit that doesn’t go with your skin complexion at all.
and half of you is so proud for being so bold and daring and actively making that choice to wear that outfit bc years ago you wouldn’t have done so at all, but the other half of you is filled with shame because you’re still wishing you were a little more lighter, a little more fairer in complexion and you feel like you’re letting your people down?
Ooooh I noticed a plural in that. Child[ren] is it kinda like a dog or other animal then? Would S/O be expecting multiple skele babs?
Each boy (sans or his stand ins) can produce up to five babies. Depends on who you’re mated to on the rate that they’re fine normal beings, or just straight up assholes who will probably destroy the planet. So yeah the S/O can expect anywhere from one to five babies.
Bomberboy: 2 in 5 chance they’ll be normal, 1 in 5 chance they’ll be okay but probably hunt humans, 2 in 5 chance they’ll eat the planet
Cherryboy: 4 in 5 chance they’ll be normal, 1 in 5 chance they’ll eat the planet
Canine: 1 in 5 chance they’ll be normal, 4 in 5 chance they’ll eat the planet
Towelboy: 3 in 5 chance they’ll be normal, 2 in 5 chance they’ll be okay but probably hunt humans
Loverboy: 2 in 5 chance they’ll be normal, 2 in 5 chance they’ll be okay but probably hunt humans, 1 in 5 chance they’ll eat the planet
what I love the most about the whole concept of idk fletch dropping a bomb as to morven and jasmine being one step away from double dating bernie and serena + this week having serena name small chested models is that they could oh so very easily be part of the whole incorrent quotes meme that is spreading all over tumblr like wildfire - but it’s not, they actually said the words. wild.
The Stylist gets into the Master’s kitchen part II: a.k.a., True Friends Poison Each Other
@natalunasans sent me several sets of 1:6 scale accessories made by
Battat for their 8″ Lori dolls. As you can see, they all work great for
1:6 scale people. While not on the level of Rement, all pieces show very
good molding, sparing but realistic paint apps, realistic color
schemes, and overall charming design. Better than Mattel playline.
Also starring a plastic overstuffed chair that came along with my Pop
Toys British Detective [unlicensed Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock
from the Abandoned Bride ep of the eponymous show set in 1895
or something]. And finally you can get a good look at the Stylist, who
is a 2016 AA Holiday Barbie headsculpt on a Made To Move Body. I removed
her eye makeup, brows, and lips, adding new brows, new mouth, and, of
course, shading around eyes and nose. I also added a scar on her
forehead because she was going to be Alison, but she doesn’t look like
Anyway, here’s the Stylist plowing her way through a selection, with
eventual interception from the Master, whose pantry all that stuff was
No, apparently my Time Lords don’t have adventures; they just hang around and annoy the shit out of each other.
Stylist: “Snore.” / Master: “What’s this?”
Master: “I can’t decide which I find more objectionable — the fact that
you consumed everything in my larder or the fact that you made such an
unconscionable mess in the process!” / Stylist: “Hmmm, maybe I should
pick that up.”
Master: “While you’re doing so, you can amuse yourself by cataloguing your symptoms.” / Stylist: “My what now?”
Master: “Do you think I would really be unprepared for this eventuality?
I knew that you would inevitably raid my pantry, so I poisoned some of
the items. I estimate that you have approximately three hours to
discover which and effect an antidote. If not…well, at least I will have
a few days of peace and quiet before you regenerate and start the whole
Stylist: “Cool! This Sunday morning just got a lot more exciting!”