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Ils sont fous, ces Romains tumblrains.

If I could cook or bake whatever the hell I wanted, knowing that all my pots and mixing bowls and baking sheets would just zap themselves clean when I finished? If I knew that I could spill batter or grease inside the oven or burn things onto baking racks and it would just go away? I would be making delicious shit constantly.

thank you scherz et al. for bringing us the frogs Mini ature, Mini mum and of course, the Mini scule

So that’s basically how it went down

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you are the third son of one of the most powerful families in japan. your whole life is an exercise in restraint. but you just found out that all the pain your best friend- the one person in the world who matches your passion and understands you completely- all his pain was deemed acceptable collateral by his own father. all your restraint is gone.