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I am non-binary. I am not he. I am not she. I am they. I am not Josh. I am not Black. I am Blake. It took me a long time to get to this point, but I want people to know how scary being different is, and how hard it is to just... say something like this. Cause someone out there could have poor designs. Or just be a dick. So fuck the haters. Thanks for a community where I can be me, NCM.

man, you picked a question with no answer Chicken is one of my favorite ingredients because it's so flexible. It just SOAKS in flavor, literally if you marinade it. I guess my standouts are, like, sweet and sour chicken, oven roasted with like, mashed potatoes and gravy cause you can never go wrong with that for dinner, and then I really, really like to marinade it overnight for use in burritos/fajitas. the 90's. with the condition that only 90's kids remember it

Reinaan's attacks were certainly effective at tearing off chunks of the slime. But there had to be another core somewhere or else it would have melted already. And for that, the slashing was getting frustrating as it wasn't ultimately getting him anywhere. The creature seemed to be moving to grab at the Draken which he intercepted by slashing at the parts that moved towards him, but still that wasn't going to stop it from reforming and doing it again. It was Ryia who broke through the frustration by calling to the boy's attention that there was in fact another core after she had begun slashing away at the monster to get toward it. With both Chosen having slashed so much of the slime away, Reinaan now could see the core as well and didn't need much more than the Earth Chosen's calling attention to it to know what he had to do. "Dead slime coming up!" he shouted as a means of psyching himself up. He wasn't entrely eager to but that didn't stop Reinaan from closing what distance there was between himself and the slime before he pressed his entire body up against it before drawing his hand with the flame claws back. With a shout he trust the claws into the mass of the slime which easily tore through the bulk of its matter. As it got closer to the core some resistance set in but not nearly enough to stop the fiery appendages from piercing deeply inside, ultimately striking and shattering the core inside. This would prove to be the large slime's last core as what was left began to melt away. Leaning into it as he had been, Reinaan found himself stumbling forward in Ryia's direction. In a split second he dropped his halberd in his off hand and retracted the flame claws to not hurt her as he began flailing his limbs about to find his balance unsuccessfully.

I've been eating a lot of fish lately. I actually totally cut out beef, pork, and chicken from my diet maybe a month ago. I'm not sure if it's permanent, but it's working out so far. Too bad I hate tofu. I really enjoy cooking. In the past I was very proud of my burgers and especially my steaks, but uhhhhh I guess I am still good at pan-seared tuna steaks? I'm thinking of doing something similar with salmon if I can find high enough grade filets, because salmon is the best fish raw by a nautical mile. A few months back I was inspired to make a parfait and I'm very happy with the result. The photos are... Somewhere, if you like I can dig them up and show you over discord. So, I don't eat chicken at this point, but my go-to way to cook anything is to saute in butter. Add some minced garlic, maybe some mushrooms, a good handful of spinach or broccoli florets, and a few secret herbs and spices, and you've got yourself a meal.

People say Russell Crowe was the worse part of Les Mis. He wasn't, that misfortune would go to Tom Hooper's obsession with hyperrealism and desire to film as close to the actors as possible (remember also that Tom Hooper directed Cats). That being said, though, the difference between Crowe in a style he's familiar with (this) and a style he is not (showtune belters) is vast. 7.5/10 OP suggestion: Godspeed You! Black Emperor apparently just... recorded a guy they were talking with? So layered into this Post-Rock track is this rant by the titular Blaise Bailey Finnegan III, and the background shifts the tone of the conversation from this sort of idle curiosity, a conversation with a crazy person, to downright ominous. I find it enthralling, to be honest 10/10

4000 Degrees Kelvin Caleb took a deep breath and then another. Years honing his craft, months spent in preparation, at least four weeks spent in the process of actually doing, not to mention several days of delays, it all led up to this auspicious moment. And all that time wasn’t even counting the additional hours spent fixing the damage caused by the thief the day before. It still wasn’t perfect -- he was too much of a smith to not notice where his concentration had wavered, even just a little -- but it was still the finest thing he had ever crafted. Why wouldn’t he want to offer it to the god of all forges? He took the sword from its pedestal. The moment it had been returned to the temple he had barely let it from his sight, even going so far as to take smaller rests in shifts with one of Taros’ acolytes throughout the night. That was what happened when your life’s work took an unexpected journey away from its destiny; he became rather more protective of the thing, even more so than he had been already. After all, who was to say that it wouldn’t be stolen again? Well, the watchdog, obviously, having let the culprit off with such lenient consequences. She was to return home and what, think about what she had done? If they hadn’t been a watchdog, if their station had been any less, he might have been a whole lot more frustrated than he already got, though at least he was able to hide it well enough, he thought. In the end, he supposed, it didn’t matter, because it hadn’t been stolen again, or been lost, or vanished in any other way. It was still there, in his hands, just waiting for its ceremony. The watchdog was on his way, someone said. In a way, Caleb was almost relieved to be done with the sword. It meant he could go back to the rest of his work, which, if the ceremony went well, would hopefully pick up in the coming weeks. He, certainly, was ready to move on. He put the sword back on the pedestal, and moved to the entryway of the temple, looking for the final person the ceremony needed. OOC

Anyway Is so fluffy! And I like the eye design a lot. Also I am amused how weird the strategy with Lopunny was for competitive before Mega happened.