#cherry head tortoise

[juniethetort]

Cozied up to the max

[cool-lesbian-is-here]

Intro post!!!!!

My fav song rn: The Subway by Chappell Roan

Hey I’m katya :D

I speak Russian and English fluently and I can understand ukrainian but not speak it fluently.

Also I have a tag on my blog which is #learning russian with Katya, and I guess u can figure out what goes on there, but yh if u want u can check that out :)

I am a cis lesbian MINOR (14).

I love music, I listen to it all the time so here are some artists I like 😁😁: David Bowie, queen, Rolling Stones, the smiths, oasis, Måneskin, the Runaways, the Beatles, T. Rex, Aerosmith, Jon Bon Jovi, AC/DC, Billy Joel, deep purple and pink Floyd, ABBA, girl in red, Chappell roan, Olivia Rodrigo, Ayesha erotica, K$SHA, Britney Spears, mccaffferty, Alex G, Penelope Scott, Rio Romeo, the front bottoms, Mitski, Laufey, Madilyn Mei, the cardigans, Sufjan Stevens, Kimya Dawson, Conan Gray and arctic monkeys

TV Girl has my heart

There are obvs more but I can’t remember them all, anyway, moving on, fandoms!

BBC Sherlock, the marauders, LOTR and The Hobbit, dead boy detectives,the dead poets society, wicked, a series of unfortunate events, Good omens, Percy Jackson, gravity falls, house md, F1 (Mercedes and Williams fan)

Books that literally changed my brain chemistry: the Perks of Being a Wallflower, dead poets society, Girl, interrupted, the catcher in the rye, Solitaire, and a separate peace.

Movies I adore wholeheartedly: tell it to the bees, Girl, interrupted, Dead Poets Society, mamma Mia, say anything, the rocky horror picture show, imagine me and you, I saw the TV glow, but I’m a cheerleader, the incredibly true adventure of two girls in love, moonrise kingdom, the miseducation of Cameron post, the perks of being a wallflower, the whole ass LOTR series, We’re all going to the world’s fair, CALL ME BY YOUR NAME, Juno, Little Miss Sunshine

Shows or series I love!: gilmore girls, Brooklyn 99, the office(US), friends, Lucifer, a series of unfortunate events, The Good Place, House MD

Obsessions I had when I was younger(please don’t laugh): Ed sheeran(I KNOW, OK.), Katy Perry (her songs r still kinda fire tho) and of course “The Land of Stories” (that shit had a hold on me)

Hobbies: reading, crochet, playing guitar, and making random shit

Random lore: when I was 11, my brother and I exploded a power bank together so now I have this big scar on my leg from the burn. My favourite colour is cherry red. I also have a fake name that I give to ppl who I don’t rlly want knowing my name. I’m allergic to gold but I look rlly good in it 😔😔. I annotate my books.my fav dinosaur is the triceratops. I love to quote random songs on here ✨✨. Also I rlly wanna play guitar but I have zero musical talent 😭😭 EDIT: MY DAD IS LETTING ME GET LESSONS AND IM GONNA START SOON!!!. Also I love death note!!!

I have a tortoise named Bowser, but in Russian, we call him Боря (boris) :DDDD

This blog has a lot of random, uncensored thoughts that pop into my head, so be ready for the randomest of statements without tags being on your dash

yes I am hater and I hate Taylor Swift with a passion. BUT IF U LIKE HER IDRC ILL JUST KNOW THAT U AHEV A SHIT MUSIC TASTE

IVE BEEN TO THE ABBA MUSEUM SO IM LIKE OFFICIALLY COOL

I am a person that fully believes you must like a band to wear that bands merch

I am forever a user of YouTube music, no amount of disappointment in me will change this, so don’t try.

This is my random depressed thoughts side blog: @the-katya-is-sad-show

I honestly think that’s everything, so um yeah! That’s me :)

ALSO GUYS JS QUICKLY, IF I CALL YOU “girl” OR “bitch” IM NOT TRYNA CALL YOU AN ACTUAL GIRL OR AN ACTUAL BITCH ITS JS SMTH THAT I USE AS GENDER-NEUTRAL THINGS TO ALL PPL. IM RLLY SORRY IF I MISGENDER U, I RLLY DONT MEAN TO, ITS JS A THING I SAY!!!

This is a cool funky collage of my vibes 😁😁, a courtesy of my beautiful, talented, cool, funky, awesome sauce moot: @dont-turn-left

✨my moonshine✨: @corvibb

my fav girlies:

Little ball of sunshine <3: @permetutotheworld Professional crash outer <3: @theheightsarewuthering

some guy that keeps telling me to drink water: @st4rboyloser

a very dear friend that gangs up w Cael to bully me into drinking water :(( : @jammahanna

Cool girl Elora she listens to me yap :DDD : @agirlsgirlwink

WATERMELON IS PINK, FUCK YOU @corvibb

[mickeymagpie]

#MYTURTS :D

commissioned refs from the talented @less-depresso-more-espresso of my version of the boys!! 🐢

(text added by me)

Donnie: four-eyed turtle, oldest sibling. Has some scars from medical experimentation before Splinter got them out of the lab; keeps digital tabs on TCRI activity to make sure no one's looking for them.

Raph: cherry head tortoise, second sibling. Bullies her siblings into taking care of themselves (hypocrite). She does NOT have a crush on Casey Jones, shut UP, Mikey.

Mikey: golden coin turtle, middle child. Has blackmail material on the whole family and isn't scared to use it. Liked messing with Casey and April early in their friendships by making shit up about the turtles' childhood (had Casey fully convinced they were aliens for like a month before Raph found out).

Leo: black marsh turtle, youngest child. Leader and strategist. Sci-fi nerd; doesn't remember the lab but secretly kind of thinks it's cool as hell that they have a "classic Secret Facility Tragic Backstory(tm)".

(@ espresso thanks again for the art!! 😊)

[byhees]

interrupting them with a kiss.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 600 genre fluff established relationship non-idol au warnings not proof-read kissing skinship — more

a/n. requested!

heeseung would be pretty taken aback. after all, he’d been in the midst of answering your very-specific question; pauses for a split second, because had he just been talking about flying tortoises a moment ago, and kissing you the next? yes, the answer is yes; would snake an arm around your waist, pulling you close to his embrace. “wanna kiss again?” he’d ask, looking down to meet your gaze, a tiny smirk toying on the corner of his lips…

jay would probably malfunction for a moment; is actively processing what had just happened; full-on gawks at you, eyes slightly widened from the shock. once it hits him, he’d probably lean a tad closer, wanting to return the gestures; catches your chin in his fingers, tipping it up to grasp a view of your eyes. “can i…” he’d start, lips parting to say, or rather, do something— and after getting a small nod of permission, he’d press his lips onto yours, not a single second being wasted in the process…

jake would, unexpectedly, kiss you back without another word, his lips pressing against yours in a mere heartbeat; it’d be so fleeting, you’d miss the way he smiles against the kiss, the corners of his lips curving up. would pull you close for a hug, his little explanation to your question slipping his mind completely; blinking up to lock gazes with you, a soft “can we do that again?” falling from his lips— gosh, it’s practically impossible to resist his adorable grin and glittering eyes…

sunghoon would freeze in his very spot, lips still parted in the midst of a sentence; he just watches in pure silence as you pull away, the smallest of grins etched onto your face— would unknowingly swipe his tongue over his bottom lip, as though to somehow confirm that, yes, you had just planted a pretty little peck onto his lips; clears his throat and turns his head away, wanting to hide the growing tint of pink across his cheeks…

sunoo would gasp so loudly, a hand raising to cover his agape mouth. “i’m sorry! you looked so cute”, and he’s just there, melting from your little reasoning; he’d flash the prettiest smile ever, his eyes crinkling at the corners, the swell of his cheek dusted with a light cherry-red hue; tries to continue his spiel on how tanghulu’s the best after-meal snack, but winds up giggling from the remembrance of the little kiss…

jungwon would be the personification of the shocked emoji, a hand flying up to slap over his mouth, eyes widening ever so slightly; “oh??? did you— did we?” he’d stumble over his words, the rant he had been in the midst of telling, slipping from mind; would probably bury his reddened face into his palms, suddenly finding it really flustering to maintain eye contact with you; would steal a quick peck on your cheek whilst you’re not looking, a little smile making an appearance…

riki would be really shy; a little “eh” would slip past his lips, eyes fixating on the way you take a step back, gaze glimmering with a tint of playfulness; tries to act all nonchalant and unfazed, but immediately breaks into a fit of soft giggles. “ahem”, he’d start once more, a hand on the nape of his neck, his gaze flickering from object to object— would melt then and there, body angled away to hide the pretty grin of his lips…

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[juvmarchiori]

Just noticed that I haven't showed the upload version of the character lineup and design for my TMNT au

What if TMNT took place in São Paulo, Brasil instead of NYC?

Donatello is a Green Sea Turtle, he has an expandable bo staff and he specializes in machines and underwater combat. He's the fastest of his brothers inside the water and has a part covered in water that he calls his lab. However he's the slowest in land and has some difficult on fighting in land.

Michelangelo is a Tracajá (Yellow Spotted Amazonian River Turtle), he's the youngest and is the fastest of his brothers on land, he also has a natural camouflage that all tracajás have. Miguel has alongated claws that helps him in fight when he isn't with his weapons, altought he has to be extra careful with them to not hurt his family and friends

Rafael is a Cherry Head Tortoise. He's the tank of the team, always stepping in to the fight first to protect his brothers, especially Donnie (Donatello can't go inside his shell, Sea Turtles can't do that). He does have rage outbursts but is learning how to deal with it by cooking and baking. He always have some sort of snack inside of his shell (granola bars, chocolate,etc). He doesn't know how to swim, so he's usually paired with Donnie in missions.

Leonardo is a D'orbigny's Slider, he's the eldest and the leader of the team. He worries too much about every single thing, he wants to follow his father steps and become a great ninja. Leonardo always has a plan C just in case. He munches his bandana when he gets bored or when he dissociates. He cares too much about missions, but the safety of his brothers are his number one priority and he has little to none self preservation.

[detectivereads]

Beneath the Trees Where Nobody Sees by Patrick Horvath

5/5

This post is for fan entertainment, I am not paid.

Hi everyone

Ok this was a little different from what I normally would have gone with. I don’t really like excessive gore, but I feel this comic was a bit different. Now this comic has violence and gore, so readers have been warned.  Oh, I won’t spoil the culprit.

When I first read this, I did think “oh how cute, the art is adorable.” But reading more of the comic, the dark turn was shocking.

Our main character is named Samatha Strong. She is a brown bear; at first glance she seems to be the model citizen in her sleepy little town. She owns the hardware store that was handed down by her parents. Sam seems to be one of the pillars of the towns.  But small-town life can be boring, nothing ever really happens, even a festival or parade can be seen as groundbreaking.

Sam is a bit different from the rest of the citizens of Woodbrook, occasionally she leaves Woodbrook to head to the nearby city to have a break from Woodbrook.

What makes Sam so different is she a serial killer. Over the years she has set herself rules to live by when she is doing her excursions to the city.

Sam would never use Woodbrook as her hunting ground. The small-town life is nice to have for a cover, but if people start dying, then the town would be on alert and Sam could be caught.

Don’t have a pattern. Never pick the same type of person.

Another rule is to keep things tidy. In her Woodbrook life and her city life.

Samatha has been doing this for many years, she has it down to science.  Now during this time there was parade for Woodbrook. Everyone was excited about the parade and even Sam closed the shop to go see the parade.

However, what is to be a joyous occasion goes downhill.

One of the biggest floats comes by a ship that was built by Bertie the turtle (tortoise?), however some rigging that was holding the sail up snaps and on the mast of the ship nailed is the body of Martin, he is the old librarian of Woodbrook who is retired because he has dementia.

Martin is well known and well liked in the town and his death has shaken everything in Woodbrook. To the point where the local pain has made her suspicious known, Cherry Gherkins (She is a pig and she has a temper, I have heard that pigs are mean, and I guess it fits).

Cherry is the self-important type where she will block traffic if she can’t find a parking spot, cuts in line and physical and verbal violence towards others. Cherry believes that Bertie was the one that killed Martin since he was found on his float. You can guess she is the next victim. Cherry’s body was found at the school she was decapitated.

 Cherry was a good character, when meeting first she was mean and rude that you can’t help but think she is a pain. The only thing I felt bad about was Cherry’s husband, an owl named Howard Gherkins, who is the opposite of Cherry but seeing how lovely-dovey they were I felt super bad for Howard because he really cared for Cherry.

The town turns into a ghost town, Sam has some leads to follow up on which introduces some interesting characters.

Now the ending of the story is epic, we find out who the killer is, and they tried to do some sneaky stuff and blame Sam for the deaths, but Sam has been doing this for a long time and the attempts of what the new killer did was amateurish. There were interesting psychological scenes that were very interesting, and the portrayal of internal struggle was well executed. But Sam brings the hammer down full circle.

Final thoughts:

(Please note I do not condone what Sam, or the other killer is doing whatsoever.)

Samatha is a smart serial killer. When going against a new serial killer she dons the detective hat and seek out clues and suspects.

When the final confrontation between the new serial killer, she had play them like a cheap fiddle. Since the new killer had made so many mistakes, taken pictures of the deeds, and n trying to frame a pro.

I did have questions on why the new killer cut Martin’s body the way they did, his hand/arm were spilt down the middle. Which is rather gruesome but I’m trying to think what it meant.

I love this series since it reminded me so much of a book series that I love, Shady Hollow by Juneua Black, but Shady Hollow is less gory but there is still death. I highly recommend this series if you like Beneath the Trees Where Nobody Sees. I can’t wait for the sequel.

[asukaskerian]

Monthly wordcount - april

TOTAL: 4 297

POSTED: -Cherry WIne chapter 10 - madara/tobirama/izuna ABO (1 570 words)

IN PROGRESS: -In This Economy - bleach suburban ot4 (2 224 words) -SVSSS - cosplay fic (503 words)

so much editing for cherry wine but that bitch is done! now i just need to... oh fuck i need to come up with a whole ass transition chapter. what do people want to see? my ideas for what happens here are so vague.

so much editing for the cosplay fic and it feels like every time i fix one issue to what was supposed to be a short scene i add another 500 words which end up causing *another* issue... ugh.

Also posted: In This Economy chapter 8.

-- suburban ot4 --

Grimmjow pulls up the bottom of his own yukata skirts and straddles the wall behind Nelliel to be used as a backrest. The noise of the fireworks resonates in his chest, takes over the space reserved for heartbeats. He rests his chin on Nelliel's shoulder and closes his eyes halfway, listening and watching the reflected glows and shifting hues more than the sky itself. Today has been so much. 

Too much. Not enough. It's all jumbled.

The girls are holding hands. Some really impressive sequence merited a support grab and synchronized gasp, and they haven't let go yet. Both their faces are upturned to the sky and grinning but Grimmjow can tell half of Nelliel's attention is elsewhere. 

He can't tell for Orihime.

Ichigo's head is craned back to watch with placid interest, and the tendon of his neck is so damn fucking long.

"This is so romantic," Orihime declares right through a lull, eyes fixed on the sky.

Then she twitches -- might be the fireworks restarting -- sneaks them a swift flustered look --

--She's going to take it back--

"Hey guys, when did you fall in love?" Nelliel throws into the fray, bright and airy and tense like a bow against his body.

-- svsss cosplay fic --

Having his brain physically rattled didn't feel any better than having his qi fucked up, he discovered very soon after that, watching a puddle of blood spread against the cold marble his cheekbone pressed into.

Goddamn, but Jin-xiong was lame as cultivators went. Where was his -- his battle prowess, his...

"Jin-qianbei!"

Sounds of pain, muffled. Maybe it was just his ears. Faraway yelling, angry. Something whistling as it flew at him. If only he could equip the Gu Gui manual into a handy slot and immediately cast their Eight Trigram Tortoise Shields...

Furious qi raged like a current around him, a wave crashing on the breaker of an even more unstable current -- so bright and sharp it scored against his damaged meridians too, a hundred needles of new-sparking-chaos.

Wu Xiaodan had eaten a cultivation pill.

She didn't know what to do with it.

"Run," he said, and she said, her with the wobbling, unusable swell of her power and him with his mediocre core and his scraped-raw meridians.

He had the fleeting thought that they were still two days too early for Bing-ge to burst in and save the day. She was a Wife; she'd probably live. He was nothing, nobody. The drab cuckoo bird in this bright and lively nest.

... Wu Xiaodan had never had a core in the book.

Worse came to worse, he would log out.

[cherrytreatsart]

My Rise sona! Name is Red or Cherry and is a Cherry head tortoise. No backstory or anything just a design to use for stuff ♥️

[radroachrepellent]

Lighter

John Hancock (FO4), Chercock (Feltcock is better), Cherry Feltman (FO4 OC), emo sad Cherry, 960~ words

I feel like there is not enough crying in Fallout so I made this. Art was fun to make too and only took me like 1.3 hours!! Cherry is emo and wants to be known and remembered for her deathclaw skin grafts for ghouls but she has not had a lot of success.

Cherry sat on a broken bench in Goodneighbor, her fingers fumbling with an old flip lighter. She flipped it open, trying to light the cigarette dangling from her lips, but her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. The lighter clicked shut without catching, and she muttered under her breath, wiping at her eyes quickly when she felt the tears starting to well up. Her glasses were nowhere to be seen—probably tossed aside somewhere earlier when her frustration had peaked.

She flicked the lighter again, this time managing to get a small flame. She lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply, letting the smoke fill her lungs. But it did little to calm the storm in her mind. The day had been another long string of disappointments—more attempts to help that ended with people politely pushing her aside, more jokes that fell flat, more conversations where she was barely acknowledged.

She took another drag, blinking back tears. “Stop it, Cherry,” she muttered to herself. “You’re fine. Juuust fine.”

“Is that a pep talk, or are you just talking to your new best friend, Grey Tortoise?”

Cherry nearly jumped out of her skin at the voice. She looked up to see Hancock sauntering over, his usual grin in place. He was trying to make it look casual, like he just happened to be wandering by, but she knew better.

“Hancock,” she greeted, quickly taking another drag and holding it as if it could hide the trembling in her voice. “Just needed some air.”

Hancock raised an eyebrow, glancing at the bench and then back at her. “Well, this is the perfect place if you’re looking to catch some tetanus with that air.” He sat down beside her, the creak of the bench protesting under his weight. “So, what’s got you out here in the middle of the night, puffin’ away like you’re in some old noir film?”

Cherry shrugged, avoiding his gaze. “Nothin'. Just couldn’t sleep.”

Hancock didn’t buy it for a second, but he didn’t press her right away. He leaned back, stretching his arms along the back of the bench, his fingers almost brushing her shoulder. “Yeah, insomnia’s a bitch. But, ya know, there’s usually a reason when someone’s up late, cryin’ into a cigarette.” His tone was light, but there was an undercurrent of concern.

Cherry took another drag, exhaling slowly, trying to keep her voice steady. “It’s nothing, really. Just… uh...thinking about stuff.”

“Uh-huh.” Hancock nodded. “You've never been good at lying, sister.”

She shifted uncomfortably, the cigarette burning low between her fingers. “It’s stupid. Just feeling off, I guess.”

“Off?” Hancock repeated, his grin fading slightly. “Now that doesn’t sound like the Cherry I know. Come on, spill it. What’s eating at ya?”

Cherry shook her head, stubbornly wiping at her eyes again. “I told you, it’s stupid. You don’t need to worry about it.”

Hancock sighed, tilting his head to catch her gaze. “I’m gonna stop you right there, doll. If it’s got you out here alone, smoking like the world’s about to end, again, it’s not stupid. So, how about you give me the lowdown, and we stop this 'lil battle of who's more stubborn?”

She let out a soft, bitter laugh, but it quickly faded. “I just… I feel like I’m always messing up. Like I’m always in the way, like no one really wants me around.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, her mask finally cracking. “I’m tired of feeling like this, Hancock. Like I don’t matter. Like I ain't gonna be somebody.”

Hancock’s eyes softened, the humor in his expression replaced by something more genuine. “Well, there’s your first mistake—thinking you don’t matter. I mean, who else is gonna save my sorry ass? Make me a new set of pretty skin and execute the deathclaws near by?”

Cherry gave him a weak smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m serious, Hancock. I just… I try to help, and it never seems to work out. People don’t take me seriously. They just… brush me off.”

Hancock sighed, his hand finally resting on her shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. “Listen, Cherry, this world’s got a real knack for kicking people when they’re down, making ‘em feel small. But that doesn’t mean you are. You’ve got a good heart, and a mind sharp enough to cut through all this bullshit. People might not see it right away, but that doesn’t mean you don’t shine.”

She looked at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I just feel like I’m always fighting to be seen, to be heard. It sucks.”

Hancock’s usual quips were replaced by sincerity. “I see you, Cherry. And trust me, anyone with half a brain sees you too. You’ve got a fire in you that’s... hard to ignore... even if some folks are too damn blind to notice. And for what it’s worth, you’re not in the way. You’re in the fight, same as the rest of us still traveling with Bunny. And I’m damn glad to have you by my side.”

Cherry let out a shaky breath, the tears finally spilling over. “Thanks, Hancock. I just… I guess I needed to hear that.”

“Anytime, sweetheart,” Hancock replied, pulling her into a casual side hug. “And hey, you ever need a reminder, you come find me, alright? I’ll be more than happy to talk you down from any more late-night cigarette fests. Maybe even throw in a few more bad jokes or free chems, just for you.”

She smiled through her tears, resting her head on his shoulder. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” he said, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “Now, how about we go find those glasses of yours before you trip over something in the dark and I have to carry you back?”

Cherry laughed softly, wiping her eyes. “Deal.” And for the first time in what felt like too long, she felt a little less alone.

[ecargmura]

Wind Breaker Episode 8 Review - The Cherry Blossom Tree Crashes Down On The Tortoise

I feel like the quality of these fights upgrade each episode. The Sugishita fight was cool; the Suo fight was great; the Hiiragi vs Sako fight was awesome. My verdict for Sakura vs Togame? Probably the best of the fights once Togame got serious. It was seriously amazing. From what I’m seeing from Umemiya vs Choji, it’s probably going to be even better next episode! I honestly can’t wait for Umemiya to humble Choji.

What I think the charm of Wind Breaker is the fact that it’s not just a delinquent story with constant fist-fighting. It’s a story about people and their relationships. It’s how to form connections with others. That’s what Sakura is taking in as the story progresses. He’s a loner but a strong fighter. However, what he lacks is the ability to form connections with others. That’s why Umemiya told him that fighting is like communicating. Fortunately, Sakura’s fists are able to “communicate” with Togame and that’s why he got serious once Sakura talked smack about him. It’s why Togame finally calls him by his name and not Othello-kun. He was able to help Togame realize that what he needed was to talk some sense into Choji when he had gone astray. This was why he purposely lost to Sakura despite being stronger. He finally realized that the way Shishitoren is won’t change anything for Choji. Man, all this depth about Togame is seriously making him rise into a Top 3 character for me.

The animation of the fight between Sakura and Togame was FIRE! I love how different their fighting styles are yet it still matched well in the fight. Sakura is fast, flexible and agile. His fighting style feels like it’s mixed with gymnastics in a way as he flips likes a gymnast? Togame’s style focuses more on grabbing his opponent and attacking them with full force. Though, I’m not a martial arts expert, so I’m just assuming. People who watch this episode might be upset that Sakura won, but remember that this is NOT a tournament arc. It’s just a turf dispute and that the fight that only matters is the bosses’. Sakura didn’t even win fairly as Togame gave up. If you look at it from a different perspective, Togame lost on purpose because Sakura played therapist for him and it worked in a way.

Now the anticipated fight with the bosses is finally here. The main therapist Umemiya is gonna whoop Choji’s ass for good. Both bosses have totally different views. Choji is bored and seeks to overtake Bofurin because he believes it will ease his boredom. It’ll also be proof that he’d be the strongest and the freest. Another reason he desires Bofurin is that they have strong members. This fight between the two rival gangs is to show the difference in power. Shishitoren boasts about powers, but they’re weak internally. Bofurin is a humble gang. However, given how Choji behaved once he became head of Shishitoren shows that he’s a fickle person at heart. If he takes over Bofurin, there will be a day that he’d get bored of them, repeat the same process that he did with Shishitoren and then move onto the next strongest group. His old habits will come back to him if he desires other groups. That’s why he’s a very good contrast to Umemiya. Choji is selfish and only cares about himself. Umemiya is selfless and caring. That’s why Bofurin is strong because he’s reliable and dependable. It’s obvious that Choji is going to lose because of this.

The fight between the two is as well animated as the previous fight. If you thought Sakura was agile, Choji is even more agile. Unlike Sakura’s gymnastics style of fighting, Choji is like acrobatics in a way? He jumps around and does flips crazier than Sakura’s. Since he’s petite, he uses his height to his advantage by climbing on top of tall opponents to confuse them. He has a very jumpy style, befitting his surname Tomiyama, which translates to Rabbit Ear Mountain. Umemiya’s fighting style hasn’t been shown much here, but his fist is scary enough to cause Choji to have a nosebleed. I know that he’s gonna be the main star in the next episode and I can’t wait to see Umemiya in full action.

I’ve seen some reviewers call Choji a little boy and I find it amusing. He is a kid, but not the age you think he is. He’s just a short teenager. He’s 5’2”/158 cm in height. His age? He’s 17. What’s even crazier is that Togame is also 17 years old. What are your thoughts on the outcome of the Sakura vs Togame fight and what are your thoughts on the glimpse of Umemiya vs Choji?

[juniethetort]

What kind of animal sits on their food as they eat it? Just tortoises apparently

[thegigilwriter]

08 | “Danger & Star, Rooster & Angel” — Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Mitchell OC

Summary: 26-year-old Lucy Asa Mitchell did not know what was in store for her when she first bumped into Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. After an instant mutual connection followed by a sweet whirlwind romance that swept both their feet, Lucy found herself being immersed deeper into Bradley’s world of the Navy, F-14s, and deployments. What she didn’t expect was finding was the answer to an elusive part of her past — the identity of her long-lost father.

Masterlist

Keywords/Warnings: Romance, Implied religious themes (OC is Catholic), slight angst, Drama

08 | Crab Dinners and Star Gazers 🌌

Sunday PM June 25, 2023

Lucy sighed shaking her soft waves as she ran them through the hairdryer. She stared at herself in the mirror, her head cocked to one side. She put the hairdryer down, pulled the plug, and stowed it away in her dresser drawer. As she began powdering her face, she wondered if the crab meat was thawed enough and hoped that Bradleyʼs special dessert was baking as desired. The ice tea was prepped and resting in the fridge, the table was set, and the brioche toast was buttered and flavored, ready for the oven. After Lucy applied her final layer of mascara, she gazed into her own visage. Something had changed — something deep within her and it showed in the gleam of her eyes, the stretch of her smile, the glow of her round cheek, and the way she stood in front of her own reflection.

Her face wasnʼt so wide anymore, the mole on the corner of her lip and the one near her eye didnʼt look so bothersome, and she held a new fascination with her eyes. How odd, she thought. She straightened her dress, checked her lip gloss, and proceeded to walk into the kitchen.

She drained the water from the half-pound of backfin crab meat and put a pan on high flame. When the surface was hot enough, Lucy heated a tablespoon of butter and the juice of a half lemon. She then added the crab meat and seasoned it with salt and pepper to taste. She stirred it around the pan a little before popping the lid on and putting the toast in the oven. Just then, a knock resounded on her apartment door and Lucy excitedly rushed towards it.

“Hey Angel,ˮ Bradley breathed. He swears, he was getting so spoiled from seeing Lucy like this twice a day. Tonight she opted for another dress with a shorter skirt. It was auburn-colored with a halter strap neckline. She had also paired her outfit with little open-toed black heels.

“Hi,ˮ Lucy smiled as she opened her door for his entry. As Bradley stepped in, he couldnʼt help but quickly notice how full and vibrant her space was compared to his barren house.

“Make yourself at home,ˮ she told him, returning to the stove as Bradley wandered into her living room. “Dinnerʼs almost done.ˮ

He saw the green tendrils that hung by her window as well as her lush plant box. He noticed the tall bookshelf with weathered spines as well as Harry Potter memorabilia. He was fascinated by the tortoises, Tip and Toe, in their makeshift enclosure acting as her TV console. He peered into Walstead fish bowl on her living room table, and admired the cherry red shrimp among the pearl grass as well as the slow-moving golden snail. Bradley sat on her grape-colored couch, and a handsome, classical, rosewood guitar caught his eye. He walked towards the instrument and lifted it in his arms. It was old, but well maintained. By the light of the street and of the moon streaming from her window, his fingers grazed an inscription on its curved side.

To Ford, play with a tender heart.

“Bradley?ˮ

Bradley instantly put the guitar down as carefully as he could before stepping into the kitchen. Lucy had just set down a lidded cast iron pan beside the pitcher of ice tea and a serving bowl of brioche toast. Bradley smiled, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the side of her head. He banished all thoughts of the guitar in his head as he pulled a seat for Lucy as well for himself.

“This smells so good Angel,ˮ Bradley sighed, inhaling the aromas of the table. Lucy lifted the lid and Bradleyʼs eyes widened.

“Is that—?ˮ

“Norfolk-style crab!ˮ Lucy announced. “You told me that you grew up there and I wanted to create something close to home. Do you like it?ˮ

“I love it,ˮ Bradley replied. “But Angel you didnʼt have to—“

“I wanted to,ˮ Lucy interjected. “If youʼre set on spoiling me, then why couldnʼt I do the same for you?ˮ

Bradley chuckled

“Whatever you want, Angel.ˮ

Dinner conversations were alight with banter, flirty remarks, and laughter, but at the back of his mind Bradley thought about the guitar. Who was this Ford? What did he mean to Lucy and why was she still holding on to something that belonged to him? It bothered him just a little, knowing that before him perhaps another man sat in her dining room or that she was in the front seat of his car. But what was most bothersome is that perhaps in some way, Lucy was hurt by this man so severely that it warranted Tita Ramonaʼs concern.

“Be careful with her, please. There are things that can only be broken so much.ˮ

As their discussion waned and their plates became empty, Lucy went to the kitchen. As Bradley quietly conducted his train of thoughts, all rails came to a halt as soon as the lights in her apartment dimmed slightly and Lucyʼs voice resounded fluidly across the space.

“Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you...ˮ

Bradley gaped at her as she carried a cheerful, yellow ceramic plate on which she served a chocolate mound with a dollop of cream and a white candle on top. For a while, Bradley was stuck in a daze. Lucyʼs lovely visage and her auburn-colored dress. Her soft voice. The dancing flame. The rich smell of chocolate and vanilla and sugar.

“Happy birthday to you!ˮ Lucy ended.

“Angel—“ Bradley gasped, slowly coming out of his daydream. “H-How—?ˮ

“Phoenix told me,ˮ she replied as she set the plate down. “I have to say... Iʼm a little disappointed that you didnʼt tell me that your birthday was two days away and it happened to be on your deployment date.ˮ

“I didnʼt want you to make a big thing about it,ˮ Bradley told her.

“This isnʼt a big thing,ˮ Lucy assured Bradley, as she reached for the small spoon. “Itʼs just a little something special.ˮ

Bradley took the spoon from her outstretched fingers.

“Now dig into it,ˮ she smiled. “I wanna see if I got it right this time.ˮ

As Bradley dug his spoon all the way down the mound, a rich chocolate ooze appeared from its depths and ran across the remaining space on the plate. Lucy clapped her hands and did a little celebratory dance.

“Chocolate lava cake,ˮ Bradley remarked. “Impressive, Angel.ˮ

He took a bite, the balance of the cream and chocolate cake and ooze— their respective textures harmoniously melting together on his palette. Bradley moaned, taking another spoonful. He urged Lucy to sit on his lap before feeding her a bite, to which she relished with a satisfied hum.

“Chocolate soufflé, chocolate mousse, and chocolate lava cake...ˮ Bradley recited. “What should we have next, Angel?ˮ

“A nice cup of tea?ˮ She suggested, feeding him a spoonful with his arms wrapped her waist.

Bradley hummed thoughtfully.

“Under this beautiful night?ˮ He suggested. Lucy smiled.

“Iʼll get a thermos and a sweater.ˮ

Bradley parked the Bronco in an isolated area by the beach. They moved to the backseat of the car and Lucy draped their close bodies with a big fluffy blanket she grabbed from the pillow basket near her couch. She poured the passionfruit blend into two small portable cups, steam billowing from the rim. Lucy leaned her head against his hard chest and Bradley put an arm around her, frequently turning to relish the scent of her fragrant hair. They sat there for a while... among the silence of the stars and the rhythm of their breaths, savoring something hot and delicious.

“This is nice,ˮ Lucy sighed. “I havenʼt stargazed in a while. Theyʼre all so bright tonight. Thereʼs Perseus, Cassiopeia, and Andromeda...ˮ

“You sure know your constellations...ˮ Bradley remarked.

“When I was younger, there was this small balcony near our room in our house at Oregon where my brother and I used to go to when we couldnʼt sleep...ˮ Lucy remembered with a nostalgic look in her eye. “He loved the stars. He memorized their names and the constellations, and whenever he saw a shooting star, he would wish for a telescope. I would stay up with him all night, just fascinated by how much he knew...ˮ

“You have a brother?ˮ Bradley breathed.

“I had one,ˮ Lucy smiled sadly. Bradley turned to her, and noticed the gleam in her melancholy gaze.

“Angel—“ he sighed. “You know that Iʼll still choose to be with you, right? Whatever brokenness you have... Iʼm not leaving you — no matter what you say.ˮ

Lucy choked on a gasp, and Bradley was quick to wipe a tear sliding down her cheek and pressing a kiss against her forehead.

“Iʼm not ready...ˮ she breathed deeply. “To talk about Ford yet...ˮ

To Ford, play with a tender heart.

The guitar flashed across his mind.

“Please be patient with me Bradley,ˮ she whispered.

“For you, Angel?ˮ Bradley smiled. “Anything.ˮ

“But there is... just one thing though...ˮ Bradley hummed after a moment of stillness.

Lucy shifted in his arms and averted herself to him swiftly, concerned. “I really, really, really...ˮ

She nervously waited for his reply.

“... want you to be my girlfriend.ˮ

Lucy smacked him across the chest with a flushed face, her eyes gleaming but her smile wide.

“Why do you have to say it like that?!ˮ She half-growled and half-laughed, shaking her head. Bradley cupped her face into his hands, chuckling.

“Iʼm sorry,ˮ he crooned softly.

“You know what?ˮ Lucy breathed, composing herself. “I really, really, really...ˮ

Bradley held his breath.

“Donʼt think—“

His heart fell suddenly.

“That thatʼs a bad idea.ˮ

And then it soared.

“So yes?ˮ Bradley blinked, his heart thundering in his chest like a drum announcing the commencement of a celebration.

“Yes!ˮ Lucy exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes as Bradley bent down to kiss her. Her hands wandered through his locks greedily as she moaned into the kiss. Bradley lifted her on to him, letting Lucy straddle his thighs. His fingers gripped the flesh of her hip, and the other set remained cradling her soft cheek. Bradley began to press kisses against the side of her neck.

“Do you mind if I leave something here?ˮ He whispered to the shell of her ear.

“Make it last as long as your deployment or else Iʼll be even more disappointed,ˮ Lucy replied as Bradley began to bite down on her soft, fragrant skin. He loved the small noises she emitted with every breath and the way she would grip his hair and shoulders.

“Youʼve got quite an edge Angel,ˮ Bradley smirked as he kissed the newly-formed hickey just below the shell of her ear and far into her neck. “I like it.ˮ

“You have no idea,ˮ Lucy smiled impishly. “At least not yet.ˮ

Bradley chuckled kissing the mole on the corner of her eye and the one near her lips. Lucy rested her forehead at the juncture of his neck and shoulder — inhaling his essence.

“I donʼt wanna go,ˮ Bradley said to her softly as he stroked her hair. “I just wanna stay here, kissing you and eating your food and spoiling the hell out of you.ˮ

“And Iʼm afraid,ˮ he admitted as she turned to face him. “Iʼm afraid that Iʼve just gotten something so wonderful, and that itʼll be gone the moment I go away.ˮ

“Oh Bradley,ˮ Lucy stroked his face and let her fingertips graze his scars. “Thatʼs not going to happen. Do you know why?ˮ

Bradley looked intently at her.

“Because on the day of our first date, I went to church, and I asked God — ‘if this man was the one you meant to send for me, show me a sign and let him sit with me in front of You’ ... and this morning you did just that.ˮ

Bradley stilled, swallowing deeply.

“Iʼve had much taken from me Bradley,ˮ Lucy whispered. “And for the last two years Iʼve always wondered why, and now I know — every hurt and every path Iʼve taken since... has lead me to you.ˮ

Bradley kissed her forehead, holding her closer.

“In time, Iʼll tell you everything — everything, I promise. But for now, I hope that youʼll have me for what I am in your eyes.ˮ

“Angel,ˮ Bradley sighed. “However broken you may see yourself, in my eyes you are whole, and now — wholly mine.ˮ

Lucy knew it was naive of her — to think that there are good things in this life that can never be taken away no matter what promise or assurance was given. So as they held each other closely in the cold of the night, she offered up another prayer — one that asked to bring him home and to let this one good thing stay for good.

Bradley and Lucy are official! I have played out how this scene would happen in my mind so many times, but I’m glad how it finally turned out on paper :)) Thank you for reading! Now on to the next chapter 09 | First of Many.

[faunandfloraas]

6, 7, 10, 23 for the ask game? and 20 if there's even any one in the first place bcs id never turn down a song rec. have a good day!! (juni)

three songs you wish you could erase from history (because they’re terrible): CATCH MY DISEASE BY FUCKIN UHHHH BEN LEE. EVIL FUCKIN SONG. ANYTIME I HAVE EVER HEARD IT, IT'S STUCK THERE ALL DAY I HATE IT. i dont even have 2 more answers, I'd just kill that song 3 times over.

three favourite Halloween/spooky songs: "heads will roll" by the Yeah yeah yeahs, "halloween" by phoebe bridges, "Cold ethyl" by alice cooper 🎃

three songs that never fail to get you pumped up: KISS ME ONCE, KISS ME TWICE, KISS ME DEADLYY- Lita ford, IM NOT SORRY, IM DIRTY- Thuderous, skz, ch ch ch ch CHERRY BOMBBBB by the runaways

three songs that remind you of the person who sends this one: Streetlight by mr Seo Changbin !! and The tortoise and the hare !! and hmmmmm crimson and clover by joan jett bc I feel like it has you vibes somehow. to me, anyway 😇

thanks Juni 💗

[eunjiswrld]

🌿🪽 … Eunji Facts !

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Personal

+ Eunji has 3 Pets! A dog named Taka, and two cats named Jupiter + Saturn!

+ Eunji’s Favorite color is any shade of Blue.

+ Eunji’s Favorite food to cook is Samgyetang!

+ When Eunji was young, if being an Idol didn’t work out she wanted to try for being an Actor!

+ Eunji is always early to everything, it’s one of her little quirks.

+ Eunji wishes to visit Switzerland some day.

+ Eunji’s Comfort show is Spongebob Squarepants.

+ Eunji has sensory Issues, so she can’t stand touching certain things such as cotton balls.

+ In 10th, on Valentines Day, Eunji received so many chocolates that she decided to pass some out to those who had none.

+ Eunji hates scary movies, but will watch them if her friends ask.

+ Eunji’s Favorite holidays are Christmas and Chuseok!

+ Eunji loves Spicy food!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 SKZ Related !

+ When Eunji first told BangChan her english name, he mistook it as ‘Cherry’ instead of Charity, causing Eunji to gain the nickname Cherry.

+ Hyunjin and Eunji sometimes paint together.

+ Every year, when Felix and Chan get a chance to go home, Eunji always tags along.

+ Minho enjoys learning english with Eunji.

+ Eunji used to sneak into Seungmin’s room to draw little faces on him when they were trainees.

+ Back in the Trainee days, Jisung and Eunji used to butt heads a-lot, but they’ve gotten a lot closer now over their differences.

+ In Tortoise and the Hare, the laugh towards the end with Changbin is Eunji.

+ Eunji often brings Taka over to Hyunjin’s house so he and Kkami can play.

+ Eunji likes tricking Felix to drink coffee.

+ Eunji likes playing pranks on 3RACHA while they’re in the studio.

[mizuena2010]

1-20!!! >:)

I’m reading “Justin Morgan Had a Horse” by Marguerite Henry. I really like her horse books.

Random, but I really want to read the project sekai anthology lol

Other 5 songs I’ve been obsessed with:

^fav phantom siita song rn 🙏

4. Nothing atm think I’m planning to watch the owl house soon since my friend keeps telling me to lol

5. Last thing I watched was the last season of Arcane with my friend

6. I’ll get back to u on this one.. I’m in a hotel rn and I go home today so then I’ll show u one of my rocks

7. Yay!! :D same goes for u :3 ♡

8. Summer break so I can hang out w u more !!

9. a brownie I bought at a bakery yesterday. I haven’t eaten it yet since I haven’t had breakfast but it looks so good it’s all I’ve been thinking about

10. I like a lot of animals! Cats are super cute, and I also like a bunch of reptiles like geckos, turtles, and tortoises. Froggies are also on my top 5. And def horses. I still like them

11. I like fall! I love seeing all the colorful leaves

12. Apple juice.. ( *｀ω´)

13. Idk if this is pretty specific but I like when it’s cold but you can still feel the sun’s warmth. Or the opposite, and I like when it’s a warm day but there’s a cool breeze :D

14. I’ll say board/card game for this one. My favorite card game is definitely Uno. I like watching everyone start playfully arguing. For board game, I really like candyland. It’s so simple yet really fun lol

15. I like ELA bc I enjoy writing !

16. My favorite instrument is probably violin or bass. They sound so cool

17. I rewatched dungeon meshi recently and I really like Marcille. She’s so comical (and so gay for Falin) and I just really enjoy her character. I might go to one of the libraries in my area to see if they have some of the books since I want to see more of her development

18. I really want to be a psychologist or a child therapist :3 I just rlly want my job to help others :]

19. There’s a candle that my mom always gets called “Black Cherry” and it smells SO good

20. I can’t think any off the top of my head except for a Mac n cheese recipe that require like 3 different types of cheese and Dijon mustard?? 😭 (it was good tho)

Ty for asking!!! ♡♡

[zawatomi]