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There is more than one way to eat an m&m

Me personally when I eat M&Ms, I enjoy crushing it ever so slightly with my teeth, as to get cracks along the shells.

Once the cracks are there, I will slowly remove the shell of the M&M, consuming it as I continue shelling it with my fingers.

Once it has been de-skinned, I will eat the organs of the M&M, enjoying the savoury taste of the chocolate. It will already have been warmed by my body heat, so the chocolate will have stained my fingers. That is alright though, it was never going to be a clean process in the first place.

I will proceed to do this with every M&M until I tire of the process, and shelve the rest of the box away in the refrigerator.

So how do y'all eat your M&M's?

I don't think fantasy writers play enough with the concept of the different fantasy races having distinct ethnicities. Like imagine a group of mixed peoples, where the dwarves are all roasting each other like dwarves do, and one of them remarks that when he first saw one of the other dwarves in the group, he mistook her for a man. The other dwarves in the group blink in surprise - the closest that dwarves will go to an audible gasp of shock - and she pulls out a knife and tries to stab him.

Once the dwarves have been separated from each other and the situation has calmed, one of the humans asks another dwarf what that incident was about. Naturally a human woman would have been insulted too, but dwarves are so jovial about insulting each other, why was this matter different?

And the dwarf who was asked explains that there are things you can brutally insult another dwarf about, and there are things you simply do not touch. The dwarf-woman in question is from a completely different region of The Great Underground as the others, and her people have different norms about what kind of patterns men and women braid into their beards. The dwarf insulting her wasn't only insulting her appearance, he was being racist.

The human is surprised to learn that dwarves have different peoples, and the dwarf looks at them like at an idiot. Of course they do, they even look completely different from each other. And the human listens as the dwarf lists off various distinguishing clothing details too nuanced for a human to notice, and then how dwarves coming from different corners of the world have different physical traits, according to what kind of conditions their local stone types dictate.

The human spots a connection and goes oh! We have that too, though ours are not about rock types and tunnel air, but the weather aboveground. Humans' facial features vary by how hot, cold, arid or windy their ancestors' homelands were, and our skin tone varies by how much the sun shines in their native region.

The dwarf frowns at the last part, going "I thought you people just paint your skin and dye your hair for fun", and the human admits that yeah, we do that too, but not all the time, and not the whole skin. The dwarf asks, what of that tall woman the colour of dravite, her palms and the soles of her feet were lighter than the rest of her. Does that mean she paints herself dark to be more beautiful?

The human says no, that just happens naturally. Maybe it's because one's palms and feet aren't exposed to the sun as much, so they are paler.

The dwarf nods, still unsure whether this is actually legit or just the human habit of lying for fun, and proceeds to ask about the wild northman of their party. He is as pale as an olm, but the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet are dark. Are they painted, or naturally that way?

No, the human answers. That guy just doesn't bathe.

The brain is so frustrating because I can’t remember what my mother wanted for Mother’s Day.

The conversation was two days ago.

I don’t think she wants a ladder, Brain.

What if our bones get gunked up like our teeth do, but the reason we don’t know that, is because our blood brushes and keeps our bones cleaned like toothbrushes do?

And the reason why our bones get frail the more we move less and become more lazy, is from less blood flow thus more cavities to our bones?

So we should move more and exercise more to brush our bones so they don’t get cavities, too, just like our teeth.

Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week is on again, so time for me to be annoying about wording again

Brucie Wayne accidentally killing the joker

This happens before Red Hood is revealed as Jason, but after he shows up. Bruce is at a gala and has been very stressed lately, which is why he was so caught off guard with the Joker arriving. A big thing about today? It’s Jason’s adoption day anniversary. Bruce is barely clinging to being good.

However, Joker has a new laughing gas that he thought would make everyone fall into a catatonic state of laughter, striking a blow against all of Gotham’s elite.

That’s what he thought it would do.

Instead, it lowered inhibitions and increased their emotions. It also reduced their ability to think things through. Doing this to Bruce, who is stressed with Red Hood making moves and Justice League stuff getting more stressful and it being the anniversary of the day he could finally welcome his beautiful boy into the family, only to be face to face with the reason he lost his kid?

It only takes one comment about the old Robin for Bruce to go feral.

He isn’t thinking things through, isn’t focused on how hard he is hitting things, or where they are moving until he’s on a balcony with the Joker, and he’s distantly aware he’s been screaming about the clown having done enough-

Everyone watches, spellbound, as Brucie Wayne, under the influence of this new gas, pitches both the Joker and himself off the balcony, twenty stories above the ground.

Red Hood catches Brucie Wayne.

No one catches the Joker.

The morning papers scream about how the Joker died from Gotham’s prince being drugged, and how the city’s new crime lord kidnapped Brucie before he could die.

Everyone in Gotham is in disarray.

Dick is panicking after seeing the headline. (He was in Bludhaven.)

Tim is cursing himself. (He was home sick with the flu.)

Jason is struggling with his emotions.

Alfred is loading his shot gun.

Midoriya : i would take a bullet for you

Todoroki : please don't, taking a bullet would hurt me less than seeing you hurt

Kirishima : i would die for you

Bakugo : don't you fucking dare

Shinsou : i would sleep for you

Kaminari : *tears up* you would ?

Aizawa : i would smile for you

Yamada : MIRACLEEEE

Dabi : i would kill for you

Hawks : you would kill for fun

we'll meet again

don't know where, dont know when

but I know we'll meet again

some sunny day

Keigo with open back shirts to show off his wings. That’s it. That’s the post.

Mic 100% orchestrated this attack on Nezu, just look at his face 😭