Dude Is Such A Gender Neutral Term For Me That I Have To Physically Shut My Mouth To Stop Myself From

Cat

occupying myself with memes until october 11th

What do you mean I don’t look like my pfp candycorn from flavor frenzy is literally me

Ngl I truly struggle to conceptualize that you are not either an anthropomorphic dog or bat irl. Like woah.....an actual human person, presumably....

me too! i don't feel comfortable in my own flesh and blood & have a withered sense of self

Splatoon

Splatoon players will say “you know I keep that mf thang on me” and this is the thing in question

international cut your hair like your icon day how screwed are you 

cat who hacksd the no fly list literally my hero

yeah we put your boyfr- oh she transitioned? good for her! so anyway we put your girlfriend in the fucking slop sorry

Chara Timeline Comic Archives

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 5.5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / *10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 ….to be continued

*Weird Route: Starting from Part 10

(1) / (2) / (3) / (4) / (5) / (6) ….to be continued

It’s a work in progress.

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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

People I met for a few moments that live in my head forever.