Carlton Drake fighting Eddie Brock without their respective symbiotes intact was fucking hilarious because you got this veggie smoothie-slurping twink trying to fight this garbage-eating, tater tot-filled twunk at an air shuttle takeoff site like that’s trying to one-up the airport parking lot fight from Civil War in all the wrong ways. It’s like a noodle slapping at a breadstick.
And the only thing that could’ve made that scene ever better would be if you played the Pon Farr trial music from Star Trek over it. Cinematic masterpiece of our era.
Brown with no weather and only sage brush. Surrounded by dusty mountains and one forestry one leading to a lake and another state.
Obsessions with Ben & Jerry’s and maple syrup making it a basically smaller Canada
Cold, covered in snow lots of maple syrup
GRANITE
chat piles, route 66, coleman theatre, kutkut hut
Faygo
Mistake on the Lake.
dirndl/lederhosen, beer and lotta mountains
“at LeAsT ItS a DrY hEaT”
Nightcrawler (2014) dir. Dan Gilroy
DOOOOON’T STOP—
*cut to black*
Astronauts, Rollercoasters, and Big Butter Jesus
Farms and Mountains
Corn and McDonalds
In a house
Beside my neighbour, in my neighbourhood, inside of my house.
Black water, gold flour
extreme patriotism in football season and to not confuse it other country, I will say the magic word:
Tortilla
Actually it puts in my bio so….
that country with the maple and stuff
the weirdest place according to the internet, also disney world
Where no one outside your country understands your accent, DISGUSTANG, stabby stabby young teams
maple butter is the one true luxury.
Alligators, hurricanes, and a surprising number of cannibals.
Twilight and year round depression.
Corn, trees, and corn
Wizard of oz
Sound of Music
Somewhere where it’s often a joke to see how many Yale students you could possibly hit with your car, because they’re not smart enough to not step into traffic.
Place that pretty famously lost the fight, somewhere in the Devil’s armpit.
Beetlejuice land
Double decker bus.
The Eiffel tower, but with more champagne
Fries with mayonnaise
america but better and tacos
Cold! oh God why is it snowing in July!? I’m fucking cold
Hey what a nice day…. Oh nevermind its hailing now… In the MIDDLE OF SUMMER
This adorable little robot is designed to make sure its photosynthesising passenger is well taken care of. It moves towards brighter light if it needs, or hides in the shade to keep cool. When in the light, it rotates to make sure the plant gets plenty of light. It even likes to play with humans.
Oh, and apparently, it gets antsy when it’s thirsty.
The robot is actually an art project called “Sharing Human Technology with Plants” by a roboticist named Sun Tianqi. It’s made from a modified version of a Vincross HEXA robot, and in his own words, it’s purpose is “to explore the relationship between living beings and robots.”
My friend got married yesterday and we missed the wedding because of work but we made it to the reception. Because its mid-September and the reception was in a nature center (awesome!) there was a little bit of a fall theme. Not overbearingly, but the tables all had these tiny pumpkins.
So they’re cleaning up at the end of it and we’re still hanging out because we haven’t seen these people in forever and we can talk until three in the morning when we get together. All of a sudden, the Maid of Honor hands us a tiny pumpkin.
“Take one.”
“Um… okay?”
“Take another.”
“….?”
“It is my duty as Maid of Honor to make sure that the guests leave with an uncomfortable number of tiny pumpkins.”
So it turns out that she’d gotten a bunch of them for a Halloween party last year and after the party was over her mom threw them into the compost heap thinking that would be the end of it. But what she didn’t seem to realize was that if you put pumpkins in a compost heap- it grows more pumpkins. It grows pumpkins exponentially. Serious mathematical anomaly pumpkins.
So this year she has even more tiny pumpkins and she figured it would be a good idea to have them as decor for the reception. BUT- she would still have to throw them out at the end of the day and no matter where you throw them you are doomed to have a ridiculous amount of tiny pumpkins growing SOMEWHERE at your fault.
So everyone left with at least two tiny pumpkins and that’s how we made friends with the Maid of Honor.
So I forgot about it and then the next morning I woke up and found these two tiny pumpkins in my purse and had a puzzling moment of ‘what?’
We were invited to the Maid of Honor’s house the other day so we could:
take some of the flowers off her hands
help with some post-wedding stuff
watch the presidential debate
play Clue for like three hours
drink a lot of booze.
And there are just… tiny pumpkins EVERYWHERE.
They were in the bathroom.
At the end of the night, I counted 26 tiny pumpkins, and that was just what I could see.
It happened again.
Three pumpkins ended up in my purse this time.
One of them has a face.
I need to stop drinking with this woman.
this is getting out of hand.
Okay so I finally had a day off and decided that the best way to handle the pumpkin situation was to eat them and muffins sounded fucking fantastic. But I found out really fast that most recipes call for a ‘can’ of pureed pumpkin and I don’t have a scale to go by. So I figured that I had six pumpkins, it would probably amount to something like one can, right?
Well… no.
It ended up being something like two and a half cans-ish. And that’s a really rough estimate. Turns out there’s a lot more meat on those things than you think there’d be. So I figured I could do something like double it and then make a half batch.
But then I ran out of sugar. I mis-measured the baking soda. I only had whole cloves, so I had to grind them down and had to estimate how much I needed. I couldn’t find the liquid measure.
I’m mixing up this giant bowl of pumpkin batter goo thinking shit shit shit this is going to be a mess. There’s no way anyone is going to be able to eat these things. And there’s no muffin cups. But I already made it this far and I’m stubborn as hell so in the oven they go.
I… kind of… forgot about them? Woops!
Place starts smelling like Yankee Candle and I’m like SHIT. Get over to the oven and…
they’re…
….somehow perfect?
Maybe a little dry, but they’re fucking delicious. Fucking magic pumpkins. Truly I am a witch.
So the moral of the story is that if life gives you tiny pumpkins, make them into muffins and give them right back.
Also roast the seeds because hell yeah.
Happy Halloween, everyone!
We’ve found her in real life guys
An actul fictional character in real life
she even baked with them
This is not the only evidence posed to me that I might, in fact, be a fictional character.
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