#large shell ice bucket

[feralchaton]

Seaside Decor | Trnk

[shotmrmiller]

pornstar au

f!reader x ghost x price :)

2.7k words

tw: teacher-student scenario again, just for the sake of the porn. also, DP. first time writing it, so be NICE!

big thanks to @waves-against-a-cliff for reading what i won't

You sat on Professor Riley's lap after class, his rigid length smearing precum in between your soft, bare thighs as he fucked them. His large hands curled around your waist, long fingers creating tiny dents where he dug them into the supple flesh.

His breath warmed the delicate skin of your throat, as pants escaped his lips. You deliberately pressed your legs closer together— hoping that it provided enough amount of friction for him to finish.

You need this extra credit, after all.

Ghost inhaled sharply when you did, the grip he had on you almost painful.

"Fuckin' hell." His rich groan resonated in your chest. The gusset of your knickers was damp with arousal, both yours and his. The languid drag of his cock against your clothed pussy was so tantalizing, your core ached to be filled.

You were about to urge him to forget intercrural sex— to undress and fuck you already when a sharp knock on the door cuts through the fog in your head; a sudden rush of clarity pouring over you like a bucket of ice-cold water.

Shit.

Your back straightens at the interruption and quickly move to get off of Ghost's lap when he wraps an arm around your middle, keeping you firmly in place. A strangled noise claws up your throat. He cannot be serious.

"Come in," he calls out.

"No. No no no, you can't— you'll be fired, I'll be expelled, Professor Riley, please—" your voice warbles in your panic. His hold on you is as strong as steel, leaving no room for escape or resistance. You're helpless as the doors creep open and Professor Price steps in.

Of course, it's the most pretentious asshole teacher in existence.

"Hey, Riley, have you gotten the ema—" he trails off. His striking blue eyes flick down to your legs. Or more precisely, to what's still in between them fully erect.

"I was unaware you were busy with a...student." The sound of his footsteps draws closer. "Is this what you call detention?" Price leans on the desk with his hip, eyes never straying from you.

Ghost stifles a laugh. "Ask a better question, Price."

Heat licks up your jaw and cheeks when he resumes his thrusting as if there isn't another whole grown man in the room— one who can potentially ruin both his career and your collegiate one.

"Like what, Riley? Want me to ask if I can get a taste?" You look at Price and notice that his eyes are dark, limpid blue rings around the edges— knuckles stained white with how tightly he's clenching his hands. "You've never been a sharing type."

"Well, this sweet toy of mine loves being shared, doesn't she?" Swiftly, Ghost lifts you, his manhood now nestled against the curve of your back. His clever fingers move to your covered center, and draw featherlight circles on your hood, right above your clit. A whimper falls from your lips at the feeling.

"Answer him, pet. Tell Price ya don't mind gettin' this pretty pussy licked by him." He presses down on your bundle of nerves firmly with the pad of his thumb when you take a second too long to answer.

"I, I don't," you hiss when he rubs, "d-don't mind." Ghost gives your cunt a gentle tap.

"Don't mind what?" You swallow the lump lodged in your throat.

"I don't mind getting my pussy licked by Professor Price." His teeth tenderly graze the shell of your ear, followed by a small nip.

"Good girl," he mutters into your hair. Then directs his attention to Price, who's biting his bottom lip— the look he's giving you making your head swim. "She answered, so get down here or get out," he commands.

Ghost clasps his hands under your thighs and lifts until your feet rest flat above his knees. He hooks a finger into the sodden fabric of your knickers and drags it to the side, baring your glistening slit to the cold air of the room, erupting your heated skin in goosebumps. "On your knees, old man, unless they're too creaky to handle this."

Price's lip curls with unveiled amusement. "I was simply admirin' the view, Riley. Don't get your pants in a twist." He lowers himself to the floor smoothly until he's kneeled within inches of your exposed sex.

His prickly beard tickles the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and his mouth is warm and wet as his tongue slides between your folds.

Another former industry giant devouring your passion with the hunger of a starved man at a lavish feast. Each stroke of his tongue spreads the warmth in your stomach, a pressure slowly rising, building—

"Sit her on you," Price mouths against your cunt.

When you find yourself wedged between two burly men, there's not much you can do except surrender to their wishes. That means being lowered onto Ghost— instinctively closing your eyes as you savor the stretch and biting the inside of your gummy cheek at the mildly uncomfortable burn.

Gravity does most of the work as you sink into him in one gentle stroke.

And without reprieve, Price dives right back in. The dull ache from where Ghost's tip presses into the plug of your womb, to the pleasure coming from the attention given to your swollen bundle of nerves.

An intoxicating mix of bliss with pain furling at the edges.

It's so good, teetering on the edge of too much, but when Price sucks lightly on your clit, your body seizes. You scrabble to grab his dark brown hair, blunt nails biting into his scalp as your shatter around Ghost's cock and Price's mouth.

Ecstasy pulses through you like the steady beat of your heart, white-hot euphoria coursing through your veins. There's a ringing in your ears, shrill and deafening, and your breathing comes in ragged pants as you come down from your high.

Your face glistens with sweat as droplets trickle down your temples, hair plastered to your forehead.

Jesus.

Price lapped at the arousal that dripped down Ghost's length, softly groaning at the taste before giving you a wolfish grin behind his coarse facial hair that was damp with your desire.

"Welcome back, sweetheart," he murmurs.

You relax the tight hold you have on his hair as he tenderly kisses where you and Ghost are joined.

Ghost nudges your ear with his nose, and his deep voice rolls over you like a wave. "Greedy little cunt jus' about cut off my circulation, pet." He shifts under you, sliding even deeper than before, a hiss escaping from behind your teeth.

"I think Price is feelin' a little left out, don't you?" With a shaky nod and a quiet mhm, you feel his lips press against the side of your neck.

"Think you can take us both?" It feels more like a warning of what's to come than a genuine question. The idea of being stuffed by both of them sends a thrill up your back.

Price sits back on his haunches, palming himself from outside his trousers. "Think so, sweetheart?" He rises to his feet and promptly sweeps away everything from the wooden desk, scattering them across the floor. Taking a seat on the desk, he positions himself comfortably, his legs slightly bent and his feet firmly touching the ground. How unfair.

With a hand, Price beckons you to him.

Your legs tremble almost comically after having them in such an unnatural position for so long; tingling when you finally stretch them out in front of you. Ghost's hands at your waist help you stand, wincing when he pulls out of you unceremoniously.

Under his breath, he apologizes and gently nudges you towards Price by pressing his hand on your shoulder blades. "Go on, it's rude to keep him waiting." You're then guided forward as warm hands wrap around your biceps, leading you to stand in front of Price.

You drag your eyes from his down to his groin, where his erection is confined behind the strained zipper. Suddenly, Ghost's toned arms surround you, his hands eagerly reaching for the button on the front. "Lemme help ya out, love."

In seconds, Price's heavy manhood bobs as it springs out, ruddy tip hitting just below his navel. Simon firmly grabs your hand and swiftly turns it, exposing your palm. Without warning, he shamelessly spits on it before wrapping it around Price.

A guttural noise escapes him when you squeeze the thick of it tightly. He bucks his hips in a deliberate rhythm— taking hold of your wrist, ensuring your hand remains in position as he continues to thrust upwards until his cock is slick with his precum.

You can't help but rub your thighs together in hopes of getting some of the friction you're desperate for.

"Not gonna come already, are ya Price? We haven't even gotten started." Ghost ignores his scoff, rapping his knuckles on the desk. "Knickers off and climb up, pet."

You hastily tear off your smallclothes, shucking them to the side with your foot before hopping up on the desk, one leg at a time. Price steadies you with his hands on your waist. As you straddle him, your muscles ignite with a satisfying burn as they adjust the expanse of his thighs.

His voice is soft, gentle even, when he whispers into your ear. "Good?" You gasp sharply when Ghost spanks your arsecheeks before nodding at Price. "Jus' like we practiced, yeah?"

Yeah, just like you practiced. The plug you had to wear throughout the week whenever they both weren't tearing you in half should be more than enough prep. You hope.

Ghost taps the side of your thigh. "Cockwarm him while I get this perfect arse ready."

The stretch is intense as you lower yourself on Price— his cock thicker than Ghost's just not as long— it pushes the air out of your lungs. He bites his lip til it reddens, his eyes fixed onto where he disappears inside of you, fingers digging into the meat of your waist.

Your eyes flutter closed when he finally bottoms out, his girth splitting your swollen walls apart mercilessly.

God, he feels so good.

And then the sting of one thick, lubed finger pressing into your tight ring of muscle smothers some of that pleasure.

"Hey, hey. Look at me." Price tips your chin up with his hand, your eyes meeting his. "Good. Breathe for me, sweetheart." He leans forward to place open-mouthed prickly kisses on your neck. "Breathe, love. You've already taken us before. You did beautifully then, and you'll do beautifully now."

He distracts you from the discomfort by suckling on your skin, leaving red little love bites behind. Then, a second finger, so much bigger than your own. Price hisses sympathetically when you do— a tiny whimper coming from the back of your throat.

This time it's Ghost that breathes into your ear. "Doin' so good f'me."

Then he works a third finger in, and your back arches at the jolt of pain that licks up your spine.

Words of praise fall upon your ears, syrupy and saccharine, dulling the ache. He scissors and stretches gingerly, as he's always done. Ghost takes his time, curling his fingers inside— a slow and steady in and out that eventually has you clamping around Price.

He sucks in a breath through his teeth when you do. "So bloody tight."

"Alrigh' Price." Ghost takes you by the hips and cants them forward slightly, a cry falling from your lips at the change in angle. "Hold her open f'me."

He does just that; rough, worn hands spreading you open almost embarrassingly. There's a hot and heavy weight tapping your arse once, thrice— and then there's a blunt pressure pushing into your other much smaller hole. Your spine bows at the thick invasion, it burns, it throbs, but smart fingers find your neglected pearl and start to circle it.

The pain is merely physical, it can be overcome. Focus on the touch on your clit, focus on the hands that hold you, the heat that radiates from both of them. The harsh breathing of the man behind you as he fights to keep himself from fucking himself into you unfettered. Strained noises spilled from Price's parted lips as he felt your channel constrict, your sex beginning to get slick with your desire.

Ghost hilts, leaning forward until his barrel chest hits your back, a strangled groan coming from him. You felt unbearably full, about to tear at the bloody seams. Every single nerve from your navel down to the tips of your toes was on fire. You felt a throbbing sensation radiating from the back of your skull.

It was scalding hot, searing. The thin membrane that separated them felt stretched beyond its limit.

"Y'okay?" You can't even tell who asked you that past the rushing of blood that's in your ears. Your head feels too heavy on your shoulders, letting it lull forward until your forehead rests on Price's collarbone.

Ghost's chest vibrates as he speaks, the low rumble sinking into your skin, warming you from the inside. "Breathe for us, love. Deep in, slow out."

Right.

You remember what Price had said the very first time they fucked you. 'Breathing helps to process any pain and supports the nervous system.'

As you inhale deeply, your lungs expand to the point where you can feel a twinge of discomfort. But as you exhale, the tension in your body melts, your muscles gradually slackening.

Ghost undulates his hips once languidly, and while the ache flared back to life, below that was the pleasure you've become well acquainted with, desperately clawing its way to the surface.

A moan slips out of you unbidden.

"Perfect. So fuckin' perfect." Price's praise makes you dig your fingers into his broad shoulders, nails biting into his skin.

Then you're lifted by two sets of hands— one on your hips, the other on the underside of your thighs and brought back down. Fuck.

"Tha's it, love. Takin' us both so well," Ghost murmurs. When you begin to mewl, a clear sign of pleasure, Price plants his feet on the floor, and snaps his hips up. Black spots dot your vision, a euphoria shooting through your veins.

God, you hope your hips hold out.

They begin to move in tandem, one pushing in completely, while the other pulls out until just an inch stays inside.

It's sublime, obscene squelching coming from both your front and back. Once your body gives in to their assault, everything starts to blur at the edges, from your sight to your thoughts. You melt in their hands, softening under their touch as they take their pleasure from you.

They begin to fuck you in earnest, breath punched out of you with every thrust, and when Ghost takes control by grabbing a fistful of your hair, it sends waves of something through your stomach. The loud whine that comes from you is filthy.

"Always meltin' into a puddle over a firm hand, pet. Isn't tha' right?" He asks you as if you could even dream of answering. Your tongue is heavy in your dry mouth, and throat like sandpaper.

"Ready to make Price come? Choke his cock with tha' vice-like cunt, love. Wrench it outta him, take every drop of his cum, and then take mine."

Who are you to disobey such an edict?

The snarl Price lets out is animalistic when you squeeze him snugly, his thrusts turn jarring as he swells and stills— twitching inside of you, warmth pooling in your belly.

Only to realize that Ghost finished simultaneously.

There's a joke in there somewhere, about a couple finishing together, but you've been thoroughly fucked stupid.

Cut.

Simon takes you home— his home, and soaks you in a warm, bubble bath that smells like something he shouldn't have.

"I bough' it for you," he hums.

His callused palms knead into your sore calf muscles, hand making its way down to press into the arch of your foot.

"Don't go makin' those noises, love."

Eventually, you address the elephant in the room, and his answer makes your pulse race. "Gotta create a soft safe place f'you to land after somethin' tha' intense. Ya need to wind down, catch your breath."

He says it so casually as if it was common sense.

"Here. Drink your water." The bottle in your hands is room temperature, just how you like it.

[dirtysvthoughts]

𝙗𝙖𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣! [1𝗄 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇]

synopsis: you and your boyfriend have been working nonstop. performances on his end and endless meetings on yours. when you both finally get a break, he proposes you two get away for a few days. little do the both of you know that this “baecation” will provide physical, emotional, and sexual healing.

general tags/warnings: smut, pwp, female! reader, boyfriend! chan, non-idol! chan (professional dancer! chan), vacation/baecation getaway, lots of teasing, lots of dirty talk, lingerie on reader, hotel room sex, balcony sex, pool sex, basically chan and reader are just horny lovebirds

notes: WOW BESTIES 1 FREAKING THOUSAND OF YOU HERE AT DIRTYSVTHOUGHTS!! 🥹 never did i ever think this account would grow this much, but you all made it possible! thanks for reading, liking, reblogging, sending in asks, and everything in between! i hope you enjoy this *slight* self-indulgent work! oh to be fucked by boyfriend chan in a dimly-lit hotel room with rose petals..

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this work will be released in three parts (w/ an epilogue) !

pt. 1 - the destination

pt. 2 - the arrival

pt. 3 - the heated night & the morning after

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teaser (547 words) - thank you to @wooahaeproductions for beta reading!:

you can’t help but stare in (happy) shock as your eyes take in the sight before you, after chan removes his hands from your eyes. there were rose petals scattered across the floor and your bed and champagne chilled in an ice bucket. the dim lights created a sexy ambiance with the last bits of sunlight dimming over the horizon - the large, wide glass windows casting the most beautiful view that you would never forget.

chan stands behind you, rubbing your hips as he hold you by your waist, his smile forming against the shell of your ear as he kisses it, and laughing as he gently sways you side to side. your body is engulfed in his, the warm, familiar sensation of his embrace pleasantly taking over your body.

“chan, what’s all this?” you asked amazed, especially at how much he put into this setup.

“this,” he whispers kissing your temple, “is for you. you’ve been working so hard baby, and now it’s time for you to be rewarded.” you look into his eyes as he holds your jaw, fingers delicately adorning your face. there was something in the air uniting your both - was it love? sincerity? adoration? whatever it was, nothing else mattered in the world right now except you two.

“i love you so much, baby,” he kisses your nose softly. “i know this isn’t a lot, but-”

you silence him with a deep kiss and you turn your body forward so your hands could hold the nape of his neck. your tongues dance together in passion as chan pulls you even closer, bodies and the room temperature heating up with your intensity.

you pause and separate momentarily, ragged breaths filling the space. “chan.. this is more than enough,” you sigh lovingly. “we could’ve stayed at home and i would’ve been more than happy - just being with you is all i need.” you can feel your eyes starting well with tears but you try your best to hold them back.

“i love you so much, chan.”

this time, he starts another passionate kiss. he reaffirms his hands on your waist as he places open mouth kisses on your lips. he walks both you towards the bed and unties the robe you had on, revealing the sheer black rose-decorated lingerie set and garter on your body.

chan whistles as he takes in the sight of you, stunning as ever. “shit,” he whispers, “all dressed up for me like the pretty girl you are..”

you smile as you bring his hand for your waist to your chest, letting chan feel you up as your bite your lip and whimper, his soft hands causing your nipples to perk up. you’re close enough now that the back of your knees hit the edge of your bed. he gently lays you down and climbs on top of you as he kisses your neck. his long fingers toy with your panty line, the motions sending shivers down your spine.

“mmmm, my channie,” you moan out blissfully as his fingers begin to enter your dripping core. “more, please give me more,” you whine out as he continues to press his lips against your body, wetness continuing to gush from inside you as his lips move down your body.

[timkarr]

Unsettling Sound The Puget Sound is an unsettled sea that lies above the tectonically active western edge of the North American Plate. This large body of frigid water is separated from the Pacific Ocean by the Olympic Mountains to its west and the Cascades to its east. Glaciers crowded into the Sound during the last ice age, advancing from the north. When they retreated some 13,000 years ago they left behind deep deposits of interglacial sediment. These sand and clay remnants, in turn, were carved by frequent rain, sea and wind erosion to form high, unstable coastal bluffs, which were soon blanketed by dense evergreen overgrowths of cedar, hemlock and fir, and undergrowths of alder, blackberry and fern. As erosion progresses this cover slides from high bluffs in slow cascades that often take decades to complete from hilltop to shore. The process is sped up when the northwest rains are heaviest. Landslides can carry trees and their understory to the beach in an instant. Once arrived on the shore, the upended forest enters the marine ecosystem, where it functions as nutrient, shelter and barrier. In the last centuries, human structures have been added to this tumult. Houses perched on bluffs afford spectacular views and command high prices, but they face the disturbing prospect of being splayed across the beach following a prolonged downpour. Slides in the Northwest earn frequent headlines, and were even the subject of a popular book and film set on the slopes of Queen Anne Hill. Much hilltop construction in the area occurs with little immediate awareness of the role erosion plays in maintaining both the geological and biological integrity of the Sound. A common response to the inevitable is to line the bank with black basaltic stones quarried from ancient lava beds. The proliferation of these bulkheads throughout the Puget Sound has resulted in a phenomenon called “shoreline hardening.” According to some government statistics, approximately 30 percent of the Sound’s shoreline is now armored with stone and concrete reinforcements. This happened along the beach where my family has lived for nearly a century. in the 1970s and 80s, property owners piled stone bulkheads to shore up against sliding —attempting to fix in time something that’s always in flux. The results of our obstinance has been devastating. Within years this beach began to lose much of its value. As a child, I can remember clawing a hundred Native Littlenecks from the sand and clay beneath beach rocks. We let these clams sit for a couple of hours in a bucket of seawater. My grandparents taught us to sprinkle in cornmeal so they could spit out stomach sand as they fed. Once full, they were transferred into a steaming pot where they open latticed shells to offer up their tenderness. Today I’m lucky if I find a single Littleneck after 30 minutes of raking. When I visit the Sound, I think of Sue and Payne, who were privileged to live on this shore and loved what it could yield to any of their grandchildren willing to put some time into it. They left us more than 20 years ago, and a new generation of family has built modern homes on the foundations of those Sue and Payne left behind. In time, ownership may be handed to successive generations, or we might drift away, passing the beachfront to someone with no memory of what it meant to a family that gathered there. And while the Sound may retain much of its scenic beauty, this too is fleeting. The tides will rise and fall revealing stretches of rocks and sand, again and again, and still something will always remain unsettled until it’s gone.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Lilia Vanrouge - Beach Wear Vignette

"Lilia's Super Deluxe Uninhabited Island Special"

[Uninhabited Island – Cottage]

Lilia: Here we go, Stitch. Time to start prepping "that" thing.

Stitch: Got it, okay!

Lilia: First, we need a large pot…

Lilia: Then we take all the fresh fruit we gathered, and… GO LIKE THIS!!

[squeezes fruit]

Stitch: Weehoo ♪

Lilia: Kufufu, doesn't it look delicious? Fresh fruit always tastes best raw or juiced like this.

Lilia: We'll just squeeze the mango and pineapple with magic, just like this…

Stitch: Yeehaw!

Lilia: Ohh…? You've got a tight grip on that pineapple there…

[CRUNCH, CRUNCH CRUNCH!]

Lilia: Nice going, Stitch! You got some nice 100% Juice flowing almost instantly.

Lilia: Kufufu, then I'll leave the squeezing of all the fruit to you.

Lilia: But I can't let you show me up. Let's see, here's the clear water we pulled from the waterfall…

[turns water to ice]

Stitch: !!

Lilia: Surprised? If I use magic like this, I can freeze water no problem.

Lilia: But I have to make sure I don't get carried away and use too much. We don't know when Gantu might attack us next.

Stitch: Yay!

Lilia: Have you finished squeezing the fruits already? Kufufu, you sure are a strong one, Stitch.

Lilia: …You are just like him.

Stitch: ?

Lilia: There's this guy named Malleus. He's descended from dragons, and his power is overwhelming.

Lilia: Even the hardest coconut shell is nothing more than a fragile eggshell in his hands.

Lilia: And he would also throw tantrums left and right if something didn't suit him.

Lilia: Like punching holes in the walls, or encasing the castle in ice, or raining down thunderbolts… To put simply, he was a pretty rambunctious kid.

Stitch: Bad boy appeared… Grr.

Lilia: I suppose so. There definitely are those who think he is a bad boy.

Stitch: Aw...

Lilia: If the people around him are frightened and try to avoid him, of course he'll turn out to be a rowdy kid.

Lilia: But, you know, Stitch. I think that it's okay for a bad kid to stay as they are.

Stitch: ?

Lilia: You may be hunted by Gantu just because you're a bad boy who likes to destroy things...

Lilia: But you've helped us so much with your amazing strength. The most important thing is how you use that power of yours.

Stitch: Ye-huh ♪

Lilia: …Well, I guess you could also say it also depends on the circumstances, too.

Stitch: ？

Lilia: Aw, but, I think that your aggressive and cute little self is just the most charming little thing!

Stitch: Oooh!

Lilia: Mhm, that's a good smile. Okay then, let's get back to the task at hand, Stitch.

Lilia: I say that, but all that's left for us to do is to add some more fruit juice.

Lilia: Oh yeah, we'll need a bowl to serve what we made. The shells are a little too small, so maybe we can make something out of the branches and leaves?

Stitch: Hah-ha!

[thock, thock, thock…]

Lilia: Oho, that's…

[Uninhabited Island – Cottage]

Jack: Lilia-senpai, did something happen? Why'd you call us all to the cottage like this suddenly?

Grim: Sniff, sniff, sniff… Funyaa～ I smell something sweet.

Ace: Eh! Oh, is this some kind reward for all our hard work gathering fruits and drawing water every day?

Floyd: A reward? Well, obviously we should be getting' something, I've been working sooo hard～

Lilia: Very perceptive. You're right, it's a reward! Something I've prepared for each and every one of you. And it's…

Everyone: It's?

Lilia: A FROZEN DESSERT!!

Grim: A frozen dessert!! …Like what?

Azul: He must be talking about a type of sweet made from freezing fruit juice and the like.

Azul: Since it's made of the ingredients found on this island, it could possibly be a sorbet… or perhaps a frappe?

Lilia: Correct. I'm treating you all to some cooooold shaved ice.

Grim: Shaved ice! Yuuuum, hurry and give me some!

Ace: Me too, me too! Every day's so hot, I'd been wanting to have something like ice cream.

Lilia: Kufufu, no need to fret.

Lilia: Now then, I'll take this bucket full of ice, and… DO THIS!

[CRACK!]

Ace: All the ice just shattered from that hand chop!?

Riddle: Lilia-senpai can even fell a large tree almost instantly. …Honestly, nothing surprises me anymore.

Lilia: Once you get a mound of shaved ice into one of the bowls that Stitch made for us…

Lilia: Drizzle some of the syrup we made from the fruits, and… IT'S READY TO EAT!

Lilia: Okay, let's start with you, Grim. Make sure you savor the flavor.

Grim: Nom, slurp, crunch, nom! Oooowee, it's so cold and tast…

Grim: URK!?

Ace: Grim!? Lilia-senpai, don't tell me you made the syrup out of that terrible tasting fruit…!?

Grim: Urgh, my head is numb… But it's so sweet and cold, it's crazy good!

Ace: Oh, you just ate it all tooo fast and got a headache. Sheesh, you scared me.

Lilia: Alright, everyone! I'll make one for all of you. [Yuu], what kind of syrup do you want?

1. Mango flavored! 2. Pineapple flavored!

Azul: I would like to have pineapple flavored syrup. It should have a nice tartness to it for a crisp taste.

Jack: I'll… try the mango. If I'm going to eat it with ice, I'd rather have a richer flavor.

Ace: Lilia-senpai, can I have both?

Floyd: Oh, is that allowed? Then I want both too～

Lilia: Here's the mango flavored one. And this one's the pineapple. And a combo for Ace and Floyd.

Jack: It's so cold and delicious. It's refreshing and I feel like this is a nice way to cool down.

Floyd: Yup. I thought it'd be nothing special 'cause it's just fruit juice over ice, but this syrup is pretty bangin'.

Ace: This syrup rocks! The parts where the mango and pineapple mix together is the best part.

Azul: What, really? Urk, I should have also chosen to have both…

Lilia: Kufufu, there's still a lot of syrup, you can have seconds. And it's all because Stitch helped me so much.

Stitch: Yahahahaha ♪

Lilia: But we have to make sure everyone gets their first helping first.

Lilia: Riddle, have you made a decision? If you're still having trouble choosing, you can also get both syrups.

Riddle: No, thank you, that's unnecessary.

Riddle: My mother always would say, "You cannot eat food made of ice, for they will chill your stomach."

[Uninhabited Island – Cottage]

Lilia: Riddle, have you made a decision? If you're still having trouble choosing, you can also get both syrups.

Riddle: No, thank you, that's unnecessary.

Riddle: My mother always would say, "You cannot eat food made of ice, for they will chill your stomach."

Ace: Ehh! You gonna worry about that now!? There's no way she'd find out even if you had some now.

Floyd: You don't get it at all, huh, Goldfish-chan. It'll be even more delicious when you snag a bite to eat even after your mom says no.

Lilia: Now, now. It's impolite to comment on the customs of other families.

Riddle: Indeed. Therefore, please don't worry about me…

Lilia: Then, I'll make a special dish just for you, Riddle.

Lilia: I'll freeze the mango with my magic, and… DO THIS AND THEN THIS!

Azul: Oho, you've sliced the frozen mangos thin, almost replicating the shaved ice.

Floyd: And you served it in a coconut half shell as a bow. It's all decorated with frozen bananas, pineapples, and even flowers, too.

Lilia: Here you go, Riddle. It's a "Chilled Fruit Dish." There's not a single piece of ice on it.

Riddle: …Heh. This certainly is a dish "made out of fruit" and not "made out of ice."

Riddle: Thank you, Lilia-senpai. Then, I shall dig in…

Riddle: !!

Riddle: Delicious! The fruit just dissolves instantly as soon as it touches my tongue… This is the first I've ever had such a thing.

Grim: Funyaa～～! No fair that just Riddle gets some! Lilia, me too! Me toooo～!

Floyd: Ehh, I wanna eat some too. Goldfish-chan, give me a bite!

Lilia: Okay, okay, I got it. I'll make some for everyone, so just wait a moment.

Azul: But really… Who would even think of freezing fruit only to shave them? Lilia-san, that was a brilliant idea.

Lilia: I just tried copying this one snack I tasted during one of my trips to a tropical country.

Lilia: In the past, there was many a time that I had to make this sort of thing. When it comes to frozen desserts, I'm really quite particular.

Lilia: At first, I was only able to make simple dishes, like shaved ice with drizzled nectar or fruit juice…

Lilia: But there was this one guy who would just revel at eating the shaved ice I'd make him.

Lilia: I thought he'd get bored of continuously eating the same thing, so I tried to make it look more and more gorgeous, adding condensed milk or honey-soaked fruit to them.

Lilia: Back then, I wasn't very used to cooking, but I bet if I tried again now, I could probably make something much fancier.

Lilia: Alright, Lilia's Super Deluxe Uninhabited Island Special is ready! Come, eat it before it melts.

1. Let's dig in! 2. Thank you very much!

Grim: Nom, nom nom!! That rich, sweet flavor just completely melts in my mouth～!

Jack: It's more flavorful than just drizzling the syrup on the ice. This is the first time I've ever eaten fruit like this.

Ace: This frozen banana is also crazy good. It's got a way different texture than the raw stuff. You should try this too, [Yuu].

Lilia: What do you think, Stitch? Is it good?

Stitch: …

Riddle: He's looking very forlornly at his empty shaved ice bowl. Perhaps he would like seconds.

Lilia: Or maybe… Did looking at the cup remind you of someone?

Stitch: …

Riddle: Now that you mention it, the bowls that Stitch made for our shaved ice does have an interesting shape to it.

Riddle: It has a conical shape, as if for ice cream, or gelato…

Lilia: Hm. Well, that reminds me that I once saw shaved ice being sold at a food stand in this one tropical country in a similar conical shape.

Lilia: A tricycle carrying a silver box was parked on the side of the road. They were selling shaved ice to those walking by.

Lilia: Eating shaved ice with a ton of syrup on a hot day is the absolute best. You should try it sometime.

Riddle: Eating while walking is… Ah, never mind. Yes, alright. Perhaps if the occasion arises.

Riddle: Based on your anecdote just now, it may be that Stitch here is from a more tropical region.

Stitch: …

Stitch: …Ohana.

Lilia: I get it. There's a certain "someone" you want to share this delicious shaved ice with.

Stitch: Ye.

Lilia: Mhm, I understand that feeling well.

Lilia: The guy who would always ask me to make him frozen desserts was always the same way.

Lilia: It's not that he wanted to eat it because it was delicious. It's more like he wanted to eat it with someone he cared for.

Lilia: I'm the same way. I used to think that whatever I ate didn't matter, so long as it sated my hunger. However…

Lilia: Even those frozen desserts that I never thought would satisfy me would always be the most delicious when I could eat it with him.

Stitch: Yeah.

Lilia: Now that he's more or less stopped throwing his tantrums, I haven't really made him any shaved ice anymore.

Lilia: Maybe once we escape from this island, it may be a good chance to try my hand at it again.

Lilia: Oh, right. You should make this shaved ice for your loved ones as well. I'll give you the recipe.

Stitch: Great!

Riddle: Eating it with people is what makes it delicious, hm.

Riddle: Lilia-senpai, please teach me the recipe as well.

Riddle: I would like to make it for my dormmates who no doubt are fulfilling my duties while I am gone.

Lilia: Well, of course, I'd be happy to. I'll give you a proper lesson on how to make it, too.

Lilia: I'll have to tell them all about my adventures on this island. Kufufu, that's just another thing to look forward to this summer.

Requested by Anonymous.

[or0ch1maru]

Akatsuki Beach day HCs?(also include orochimaru if you don't mind) kisame is thriving

Anytime I think akatsuki and the beach I can only imagine absolute chaos

I’m loving all these fun and mushy scripts y’all are sending my way🖤🥺also, please don’t worry if it takes me a while to get to yours, my small business and my job(I work retail and it’s been a HOT MESS with Christmas right around the corner) tend to take up a lot of my time but I promise to get to every one you lovies send in<3

Okay, back to it..

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🐚so for starters I could see Konan being the main planner. Food, drinks, making sure they have enough of literally everything they could need, as well as making sure everybody wakes up on time to leave.

🐠then for the majority of the time they’re at the beach she would be found relaxing under an umbrella reading or watching everybody have a good time.

🦞pain on the other hand would be trying to stop deidara from blowing up Tobi. (I’ll elaborate further down)

🪸pain would definitely be the ‘dad’ of the group, making sure things aren’t getting too out of hand, and failing terribly at it. Zetsu lost a sandal? Just go barefoot, what’s the worst that could happen? He gets a splinter or a rock scrapes his heel. Feels bad when Zetsu starts crying about his foot hurting, would buy him ice cream as an apology.

🌊I imagine Zetsu as being a big softie. Just like Tobi he wouldn’t know what to do first. I also see him having a slight fear of water? Someone tries splashing him he’d close his leaves? Pinchers? Locking himself in his own shelter

☀️he’d find a bucket, a cup, literally anything and start collecting all the pretty shells he spots, even when the bucket gets full, he’ll start stuffing them in his pockets.

🪼our gentle masked comrade Tobi would refuse to take his mask off, let alone his shirt🥺

🐙poor thing couldn’t figure out what to do when they first arrived; go swimming? Build a sandcastle? Collect shells? Stare at the fish and other sea creatures showing themselves in the water? Nope, he decided on doing what he does best, piss off Deidara

🐬doesn’t even mean to do so, deidara is as explosive as his art so of course he’s going to get mad when Tobi accidentally gets sand in his hair.

🐋would retreat far into the ocean on a floaty, avoiding Tobi as much as possible. His hair would be tied up into a bun to keep the sea water from drying it out. Would most likely be those floaties with the little cup holder in it, probably with a beer can or sake in it.

🦭Sasori my man, I can imagine him working on a sandcastle. Using his skills to make a large one with details that would be tedious to anybody but him.

🦐he would volunteer to run up to the shops to grab things his comrades may want. No matter how small or stupid that item might be. Would buy small toys and presents in the gifts shops for everyone. He really enjoys walking through the board walk, will take a break and hang out on the pier for a bit before returning to the group.

🐚the zombie combo would both be talking and trying to pick up the gorgeous women who also decided to head to the beach that day. Hidan of course would be much more outgoing and flamboyant about it. Showing off his muscles and abs.

🐠Kakuzu on the other hand, all he’s gotta do is show off that one smirk of his to have them hypnotized. Wouldn’t care if one of them felt up on his scars or touched his hair. He won’t voice it, not even to Hidan, but he enjoys the attention, even if nothing comes of it.

🦈oh boy Kisame. Do I really have to say anything? As you said, he’d be THRIVING.

🦈would be moving through the water with ease, not even a ripple would be seen as he swims. Within minutes, sharks and other large sea animals would be seen following him around. He’d be so cute about it too, feeding them random shit he’d find, knowing what they want, or giving the sharks little boops on their noses(you can’t tell me you don’t see him doing this) and would be the main one to eat like 90% of the food Konan packed. She would make him join Sasori when going to the shops so he can stock up on everything he devoured.

🦞our sweet boy Itachi would pop into the water for a little bit before wandering off to the tide pools. He would find a patch of sand to sit on, watching as the sea stars and small fish go about their business as they wait for the tide to come back in

🪸would eventually get tired of being in the sun and lay out a towel next to Konan to hang out under the umbrella. They would talk or sit in silence, depends on how either of them are feeling that day.

•snake boy orochimaru would LATHER himself in sunscreen, you see how pale he is? (No offense, i love him) and he would also wear sunglasses to protect his eyes.

🌊I could see him complaining about the sun and trying to avoid it like the plague, acting as if the sun is the worst thing imaginable. Not one to express his feelings well if at all and uses his complaints to hide the fact that he’s actually having the time of his life. Would put a fish or eel in a jar, wanting to bring it back to the compound to keep as a pet until Konan tells him release it. Promising to take him to a pet store to get one there instead.

☀️towards the end of the day, moving into the early evening the whole group would play volleyball or fuck around in the water, splashing each other until everybody’s out of breath.

[phoenixcatch7]

Preparing my terraria world for hard mode is going great!

Still no pylons, and at this point I'm not sure I'll ever actually get round to getting them, I like having everyone in one building too much. But! My teleporter hub is officially underway!

I built a lil library in one of my spare rooms for the main teleporter, which takes me up to the nearest floating island. I originally planned to build one of those giant sword statue things - a star fury because, well, floating island - and I still want to, but I want to incorporate it into the hub now. The conch and demon conch are really pulling their weight here, my shell phone means I don't need to wire out to the furthest reaches of the world. Indeed, I might just build two or three smaller hubs rather than one large one, saves me time and wire!

I built a well over the entrance to the home 'vator, which!! I love it. I'm not good at building but I'm trying and I'm liking what I make! Painting is still something I'm getting used to (deep paint?? Come on) but it's going well! AND I've built an actual roof and wall for my connecting bridge between the spires, so now mobs can't spawn on it! It looks so pretty, but I've got dynasty shingles now so I kinda want to replace the roof.

Got my first rainbow dye too!! It looks so pretty. I tried it on my harpy pet (I used to have the zephyr, have had for dozens of hours now) and it's adorable, but it looks best on my painted horse mount! The closest I'm going to get to the unicorn for a while lmao. The white and black horses just don't show the dye at ALL.

Finally built my first mob farm in the triple crimson! It works brilliantly! It was actually really fun, blowing it up with impunity. The only issue is is that it barely, BARELY misses the height for the cavern layer, so all I get is slimes and crimson enemies. Still, it's a wonderful proof of concept, and it's still very useful for farming stuff like the slime staff or any crimson stuff I need. There's almost certainly going to be more crimson enemies in hard mode, but considering there's no surface crimson left this farm is the only place I'm going to get that.

It took the corruption percentage down to 2%! I keep seesawing on whether or not I'm going to go for the pure world achievement, but right now I'm really feeling like it's possible. I've got so many bombs and now I can afk for money I can afford enough powder to do it by hand, not to mention how cheap the corrupted block vision potion is! I've always liked a challenge ;). I'll put it back in, in small contained clusters like the farm, once I've got that achievement, but I don't know if crimtane counts as a corrupt block because that's literally everywhere... And if it spreads in hard mode.... Once the wof is dead it's going to take SO much more effort and prep, clentaminator/shimmer version or not. And I really don't want to be rushed into plantera just to slow the spread, that's no fun.

The plantera dungeon I still need to do, I'm considering making multiple considering it spawns randomly and my jungle is HUGE. My dungeon farm is imperfect and needs some serious work, I need to chop up the west half of the world because the vast majority of my effort went into the east half because of the jungle and shimmer, I want more ice skates for the duplicate equipment I'm making (for emergencies) so I need to establish a large enough pond in my snow (and crimson) biomes, need to fish in the dungeon (mostly curiosity ngl).

I've got two bottomless water buckets already, apparently the shimmer one is craftable but has to wait until post moon lord (🙄) but I am curious to see if there's a lava one too (almost definitely) and there's some sort of super sponge I can make which sounds cool.

All in all I'm extremely busy and having a fantastic time!!

[immeasurablesaladagere]

Its ur favorite girl again.... what about like, beach headcannons for agere saja boys? Cause you know these boys have never been to a beach before

You are my favourite, I love all the Saja Boy headcanon requests, they're so fun to write! Chefs kiss more plz (if you feel so inclined of course, lol)

Okay! The Saja Boys keep seeing beaches in magazines and movies they're watching and they realize that for the first time ever they have the time, money, and means to actually go there, like for real. They get their management team to organize a private flight and off they go.

I don't think they'd all end up regressed on a single trip. It'd be like one, maybe two of them at most (It would be Abby), but here's what they'd all be doing hypothetically.

Sand castle building contest; Abby vs Mystery. Abby would be super into it for like twenty minutes and build a really big castle really fast. It looks shabby, but it's a fortress. Then he has to wait for Mystery to be finished. And wait and wait and wait. Mystery gets super engrossed, carving in details with a stick and searching for rocks that are the right shape and colour for decorations.

Abby gets bored of waiting and runs off to do something else, and Mystery stays there perfecting that castle for hours.

Jinu is diligent about the sunscreen, but only he and Baby walk away without sunburns. Abby gets a full-body burn, Romance didn't apply it right so he's got a bunch of random swatches of skin that are burnt, and the back of Mystery's neck is fried because even though he was wearing a rash guard, it didn't come up high enough and he was too lost in sand castles to notice.

Baby and Jinu team up as caregivers for the day because leaving Jinu alone in watching all of them would be mean, even by Baby's standards.

Jinu catches Baby watching the others play with just a bit too much interest a couple of times, but Baby never joins in.

None of them actually know how to swim, so there's a chest-deep water only rule.

Romance is mesmerized by all the pretty scenery. He sticks close to Baby and Jinu in their beach chairs, but he's sitting in the sand and brushing his hands over it and staring up at the sky and waves so much that Baby has to give him his sunglasses. Baby takes him to find shells.

Romance is also wearing a comically large sunhat with the wide circular brim.

You're not supposed to take anything off the beach, but they're literally demons. Who's going to stop them from taking the pretty shells?

Baby teleports to the nearby ice cream vendor and steals some ice cream for them.

Jinu falls asleep in his beach chair and Baby helpfully doesn't say anything as Abby and Mystery sneak up and dump a bucket of sea water over his head.

Mystery finds a hermit crab 🦀 he's so proud

^ He's also very sad to learn he can't take the crab home with them

[helix-enterprises117]

Halo Reloaded: Feeding Frenzy

The Autumn's mess hall was alive with the usual din of chattering soldiers and clanging dishes, a symphony of everyday military life. However, at one corner table, a scene unfolded that would have made any ordinary observer do a double-take. Linda-058, known more for her deadly precision with a sniper rifle than her gastronomic exploits, was embarked on a veritable odyssey of eating.

Her armor, a testament to countless battles, stood quietly beside her, its metallic sheen catching the fluorescent lights. The table in front of her resembled less a place for a meal and more a testament to culinary excess. She methodically worked her way through five plates of BBQ steak. Each piece was cooked to a perfect medium-rare, the outside charred just enough to lock in a smoky flavor that melded seamlessly with the juicy, tender interior.

Beside the demolished plates of steak lay the remains of sixteen trays of teriyaki-flavored yakisoba. The empty containers were streaked with the remnants of the sauce, a sweet and savory glaze that had once coated the soft, springy noodles and tender chunks of chicken.

In a display of contrasting tastes, ten bowls that had been heaped with chocolate ice cream were now little more than empty shells, streaked with the remnants of the rich, creamy dessert. Linda seemed to relish the cool, sweet treat as a counterbalance to the savory onslaught of her main course.

Adding to this impressive array were two large pans of lasagna, their layers of pasta, rich cheese, and tangy tomato sauce now indistinguishable, a testament to Linda's thorough enjoyment. And, as if to top off this feast, two buckets of turkey legs lay picked clean, the meat so tender it had fallen off the bone, soaked in a hearty, savory gravy.

Across from this spectacle sat John; his own meal, a simple tray of beef-stew, looks much more... conversative than Linda's. His posture was relaxed, his movements as he ate his own, considerably smaller meal, were methodical and composed. His eyes observed Linda with a mixture of amusement and adoration.

“Ever consider a second career as a competitive eater, Linda?” John’s voice held a playful edge, a rare lightness for the Spartan known for his stoicism. Linda paused, a half-eaten turkey leg in hand, and met John’s gaze. “Why, John, worried I’ll eat everyone out of house and home?” Her voice was light, teasing, a stark contrast to her usual terse communication in the field.

John’s reply was dry, a hint of a smirk in his tone. “Just thinking about the logistics of resupplying our food inventory.” Linda chuckled softly, setting the turkey leg down. “Food is fuel, John. You of all people should understand the importance of being well-fueled for whatever comes next.”

John nodded slightly, conceding the point. “I suppose if anyone can turn eating into a tactical advantage, it’s you, Linda.” There was a brief silence, filled only by the ambient sounds of the mess hall, before Linda spoke again, her tone more reflective. “We push ourselves to the limit in every other aspect of our lives. Why should enjoying a good meal be any different?”

John chuckles. “Fair enough.” As they continued their meal, the conversation drifted to lighter topics, a rare moment of normalcy in the life of a Spartan. For a brief time, the looming shadow of war receded, giving way to the simple pleasure of sharing a meal and conversation with a trusted comrade.

Finally, as Linda pushed back from the table, a look of contentment on her face, they both stood. Without another word, they collected Linda's armor and exited the mess hall, their strides in sync, ready to face whatever challenges the universe had in store for them.

@empresskadia, @silverpelt3600, @makowrites, @authortobenamedlater, @ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask, @mrtobenamedlater.

[rodrigobera04]

From now on, we will list the normal types.

NORMAL pure

Gibbon characterized as an opera singer.

Snake looking like a rope, tied in a knot.

Scared chicken, releasing its feathers to escape the predator.

Lizard that stretches its trunk, evolving into a more serpentine reptile.

Fish evolving and adapting to live on land into a mammal-like creature.

Coati with Groncho Marx disguise, uses the tail as a wig.

Hedgehog nurse, responsible for stitching wounds.

Hybrid of hare and tortoise, having the speed of the first and the protection of the second.

Civet with a slender body and skill in contortionism.

NORMAL/GROUND

Sandfish lizard looking like a walking fish.

Pig-nosed snake with X in its eyes, appearing to be crushed.

Puppy capable of sniffing bones and finding fossils.

Weasel or ferret that crawls on the ground like a snake.

Armadillo helping with construction work, its shell looks like a construction worker's helmet.

Mud pig with a vegetable garden on its back.

Cute-looking creature that lives in a bucket of sand.

Creature lying face down on the floor, looking like a dirty carpet.

Oyster chest keeping smaller shells inside.

NORMAL/GRASS

Mouse with petals on its head that it covers to hide its face.

Wooden alligator, camouflaged as a branch or log.

Lettuce creature, using its leaves to fan.

Straw scarecrow, made to take care of farms.

Instrumental mushrooms, making drum noises.

Eggplant chicken laying eggfruits.

Snake of medicinal herbs, inside a bottle of liquid, creating medicine.

Palm tree standing still during the day and walking at night.

Fox with a fluffy, colorful tail made of ornamental grass.

NORMAL/ICE

"Hairy" trout adapted its scales to look like hair and protect it from the cold.

Snow monster that creates huge ice balls.

Fox can slow down its heartbeat and survive frozen.

Lemming coming out of the snow like in the whack-a-mole game.

Polar anteater, predator of vanilittes, with a long tongue.

Creature transforming its voice into freezing waves.

Seal that lives in mountains, sliding down them like a sled.

Frog surviving inside a huge ice cube.

Animal covered by a skin that covers it, looking like a blanket.

NORMAL/FLYING

Bat singing melodies and even replacing route birds.

Animal with a long tail that turns it like a propeller.

Woodpecker sticking out his pointed tongue to hurt his opponent.

Bird with feathers on its head that look like a huge hat.

Wind elemental antelope, being blown as if leaping into the air.

Bittern imitating a strange monster to scare enemies.

Critter jumping from great heights; uses its skin as a parachute.

Collared lizard using its umbrella membrane to be carried by the wind.

Flying lemur looking like a hang glider when flying.

NORMAL/ROCK

Pet rock, actually a turtle hibernating in its shell.

Hirax carrying rocks with its large tusks.

Small compsognathus, the route "bird" of its time.

Sculptor-themed "Smeargle", with a chisel tail.

War horse made of stone, very resistant.

Mouse breaking rocks with its drill teeth.

Lizard with stone spines, can inflate itself like a blowfish.

Little monster juggling stones and being able to throw them.

Female Pokémon that is decorated with shiny jewelry.

NORMAL/WATER

Small toy dinosaur, absorbs water to grow.

Axolotl with spots resembling bandages on its body; it regenerates quickly.

Fire-type predator aquatic snake, resembling a hose.

Catfish making noises like a real cat.

Swimming Pokémon with inflatable organs to float.

Cetacean spraying explosive bubbles from the vent.

Literal frogman looking for sunken objects.

Fish that imitates a rubber duck.

Tambaqui very docile, appearing to behave like a dog.

NORMAL/STEEL

Goat with horns looking like saws.

Mechanical ballerina that plays music, like a music box.

Pig made of melted coins, sniffs metal.

Mouse with a tail like a key, looking like a toy.

Gerenuk with a neck covered in golden rings.

Small beings that help with construction and repairs, based on tools.

Snake with a spring body, moves by jumping and traps the victim by wrapping itself around it.

Gourmet Pokémon with cutlery limbs.

Creature with an organ like microphone that amplifies its sounds.

NORMAL/FIGHTING

Sheep using their wool as muscle padding.

Hunting dog with its attacks based on its large jaw.

Cartoon animal with elasticity and resistance abilities.

Fighter capable of inflating himself like a balloon and repelling physical attacks.

Breakdance dancer capable of rotating his body and limbs.

Greco-Roman wrestling turtle, pinning the opponent to the ground.

Monster carrying objects and throwing them at others.

Duck with wings shaped like boxing gloves, but soft as pillows.

NORMAL/FIRE

Animal with a flaming tail that it uses as a torch.

Turkey that breathes fire, warmed by its plumage.

Fire-breathing llama, warm with its wool.

Flaming chameleon with color changing fire.

Tapir sneezing fire after being exposed to the sun.

Lizard swallowing eggs and frying them in its throat.

Pie monster attracting prey with its scent.

Goat that breathes fire, predators of scorvillain, counterpart of the polar anteater.

Dancing mouse using matches as sticks.

NORMAL/ELECTRIC

Animal from very dark forests, can glow in the dark.

Lizard glowing in the dark to attract insects.

Furry animal using static from its fur to group together.

Dolphin used by sailors as radar.

Rabbit with pointy ears resembling tasers.

Pikaclone house mouse using its socket tail to steal energy.

Monkey that climbs electrical wires, helps electricians.

Reideer using its antlers to light paths at night.

Dinosaur toy that runs on batteries to gain energy.

FINAL LEGENDARY:

Mythological pure normal farm animal that fed the hungry in hard times.

Normal pokémon list completed.

[undeadorion]

Useful my ass.

BINDER clips (not paperclips) to organize your cables only works if your table is really thin.

CD spindle as a "bagel tote", that's not food safe plastic you idiot.

Ice cream in nutella assumes you have ice cream on hand

Cords in toilet paper tubes. Are you just saving your used toilet paper tubes? There's 19 in that photo.

Pacake mix in a ketchup bottle for "no mess". It takes more effort and mess to get the batter INTO the bottle than to just ladle it out and clean up after

Nail polish on keys is a good idea IF you have nailpolish on hand. Otherwise, that shit's too expensive just for keys.

Unroll the rip of your ketchup ups. Congrats, you killed the stability and will now have ketchup everywhere.

Removing the step from strawberries with a straw assumes you have straws that are suited to the task and perfectly uniform strawberries

Using a rubber band around a paint can assumes you have a large enough rubber band

Hiding your beer can in a soda can WILL NOT WORK. the cans are the exact same EXTERIOR dimension, you can't fit one inside the other. Plus you're likely to cut yourself on the soda can. Just put your beer in a different container.

Can opener on a blister back assumes the sealed part is narrow enough for the can opener to reach. You'll probably still cut yourself cause the edges are still sharp.

Dustpan to fill a bucket assumes you have a dustpan of the right style and size, and that it's clean. Use the bath tub.

Taco shells in a muffin pan will probably ruin your muffin pan, and assumes you're using very small tortillas

Stacking clothes vertically works I guess?? I just hang my shirts

Hair clips to organize wires assumes you have spare hair clips. Plus those teeth are going to get caught on stuff.

Sponge in a bag not dripping. Compared to a wet washcloth, I guess. It's still going to drip. It's called condensation.

Instead of bread tap on your tape, just fold the end of the tape over.

Toothpaste on headlights might work? Maybe?

Bread tabs to label your cords. They're going to fall off. Get some tape and cut out bits of paper.

Large carabiner for groceries assumes you have a large carabiner. Also they make them specifically for carrying grocery bags. So that's not a hack, that's an item you can buy.

Straw in the soda tab is okay I guess??

Toilet paper tubes around your wrapping paper are just going to slide off and be annoying

Cassette case for a phone stand assumes you have cassette cases

Spaghetti hole isn't going to help. Just stir your damn food.

Binder clips for broken keyboard feet will be SO unstable.

Tying your extension cords together will put uneven pressure on the cords and cause more problems. They shouldn't be coming unplugged. If they are, solve the problem directly, not with a "hack".

Bacon pancakes. That's a recipe, not a hack.

A life hack is supposed to be easier than other solutions. But they always assume you have immediate access to very specific items. Or are just worse than doing it the proper way.

"Life hacks" have never been useful.

  I re-blogged this (the first time) in 2014. Today, I tried half a dozen times to re-blog it, and it wouldn’t work. So, I saved the images and re-posted it. I hope it helps make life a little easier. :-)   The original post is by iraffiruse.

[joshuagarten]

Sandy Toes and Salty Kisses: Planning the Ultimate Family Picnic at the Beach

A family picnic at the beach is more than just a meal—it's a day filled with laughter, bonding, and the creation of lasting memories. With the sun shining, the waves beckoning, and the sand ready for play, the beach offers the perfect setting for a fun-filled family outing. Here’s how to plan the ultimate family beach picnic that will delight both kids and adults alike.

Picking the Perfect Beach Spot

The right beach can make all the difference in your family picnic experience. Consider the following factors:

Family-Friendly Amenities: Look for beaches that offer restrooms, showers, and picnic tables.

Safe Swimming Areas: Beaches with lifeguards on duty and designated swimming zones are ideal for families with children.

Shade and Shelter: Natural shade from trees or pavilions can provide a much-needed break from the sun.

Parking and Accessibility: Easy access from the parking lot to the beach is crucial when carrying picnic supplies and gear.

Crafting a Kid-Friendly Picnic Menu

A well-balanced picnic menu that appeals to both kids and adults is essential. Here are some delicious and easy-to-eat options:

Appetizers and Snacks

Veggie Sticks and Hummus: Colorful carrot sticks, cucumber slices, and bell pepper strips with a tasty dip.

Fruit Kabobs: Skewers of grapes, strawberries, and melon chunks make for a refreshing and fun snack.

Cheese Cubes and Crackers: A simple and satisfying option for all ages.

Main Courses

Mini Sandwiches and Wraps: Small sandwiches with a variety of fillings such as turkey and cheese, ham and avocado, or veggie and hummus.

Pasta Salad: A hearty pasta salad with cherry tomatoes, cucumbers, and a light vinaigrette.

Chicken Tenders: Pre-cooked and served cold; they’re always a hit with kids.

Sweet Treats

Homemade Cookies: Chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, or peanut butter cookies.

Fruit Popsicles: Pack a cooler with homemade or store-bought fruit popsicles for a refreshing treat.

Brownies or Muffins: Easy to pack and share.

Beverages

Water: Plenty of bottled water or a large jug with reusable cups to keep everyone hydrated.

Juice Boxes: Kid-friendly and easy to pack.

Iced Tea or Lemonade: Refreshing drinks for the adults.

Essential Gear for a Comfortable Day

Packing the right gear ensures that everyone stays comfortable and entertained:

Large Blanket or Beach Mat: A big, comfortable blanket for everyone to sit on.

Beach Umbrella or Tent: Provides essential shade from the sun.

Cooler Bag: Keeps food and drinks cold throughout the day.

Reusable Plates and Utensils: Eco-friendly and durable options.

Napkins and Wet Wipes: For easy clean-up.

Trash Bags: Ensure you leave the beach as beautiful as you found it.

Fun Activities for All Ages

Keep the whole family entertained with a mix of fun beach activities:

Sandcastle Building: Pack buckets and shovels for some creative sandcastle building.

Beach Games: Bring along a frisbee, beach ball, or paddleball set.

Snorkeling Gear: For exploring underwater.

Kite Flying: Perfect for a breezy day at the beach.

Shell Collecting: A fun and educational activity for kids.

Safety Tips for a Smooth Day

Ensuring the safety of your family is paramount. Keep these tips in mind:

Supervise Children: Always keep an eye on young children, especially near the water.

Stay Hydrated: Encourage frequent water breaks.

Apply Sunscreen: Regularly apply and reapply sunscreen to protect against sunburn.

Know the Tides: Be aware of the local tide schedule and water conditions.

Capturing the Moments

Don’t forget to document your day with photos and keepsakes:

Photos and Videos: Capture candid moments and group photos.

Beachcombing Treasures: Collect shells, pebbles, and other beach treasures to remember the day.

Journal or Scrapbook: Encourage kids to draw or write about their beach adventure.

Conclusion: Creating Cherished Memories

A family picnic at the beach is an opportunity to relax, play, and bond with loved ones in a beautiful natural setting. With careful planning, a delicious menu, and plenty of fun activities, you can create a day that your family will treasure for years to come. So pack your picnic basket, gather your loved ones, and head to the beach for a day filled with sandy toes, salty kisses, and unforgettable memories.

[hertzwritings]

When tomorrow appears

A/N: liiiiisten, I have found a horrible lack of smut – and general stories – with this character and I literally cannot stand it. We need some more love for him. Anyway, I am a whore for anything Henry Cavill, so I’m writing all of it. If I singlehandedly need to full this godforsaken website with copious amounts of copulation, I WILL. Anyhow, enjoy some good ole smut, straight from my brain to yours! I’m going for the big, burly bear-man-Clark – just so you can prepare your loins. I’m kind of changing the story up a little from where he appears out of the water, looking like an absolute SNACK because I can.

Feedback feeds the soul, my loves, and requests are always open – there are no limits, because I have none, because I am me.

Love y’all!

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ASK ME ANYTHING/REQUESTS

Pairing: Clark Kent/Superman x female reader

Warnings: language, mentions of wounds, mentions of blood, smut (18+ MINORS DNI), p in v, unprotected sex, cream pie, fingering, sexual tension as fuck

Wordcount: 3.844

  When tomorrow appears

See, it wasn’t all that often that anything special or fun happened around your small town. Point blank period.

It was a small fishing town, barely hanging on by broken fingernails and fishing rods, a little on the outs of Oak Harbor – nobody really knew the place existed.

It was here, during a heavy rainfall, you saw a very big man emerge from the ice-cold waters, grab clothes from an open truck and moving on. His clothes were tattered, like he had been through hell and back, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

You had followed him with your eyes, hands on a large bucket of bait, and watched him disappear behind a small shack. You hadn’t seen him before, and he looked like he wasn’t from here.

“Pa! I’m going into town, need anything?” You yelled to your father, who was somewhere behind the car. “Nah, you go on ahead.” You set down the bucket of bait and half-jogged after the burly man; he was intriguing. You saw him pull the stolen clothes on, the shirt tight over his chest, and pull the thick jacket closer around his body. He looked sort of shell-shocked. “Hey.” You whisper-yelled at him before he got too far into the town, and he whipped around with wild eyes. You held your hands up in a gesture of goodwill. “Are you okay?” You asked softly. He narrowed his eyes. He was handsome as hell, blue eyes and dark hair, a wild beard covering the lower part of his face; you had already seen the level of muscle under the clothes, and the layer of dark hair that covered his chest. He was surveying you. “I’m… Fine.” He said hesitantly. “Where am I?” You doubted he was fine. “Small fishing town outside of Oak Harbor. Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked again and he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “How do I get away from here?” You stepped closer to him and nodded towards a small shack to your left, where he, although hesitantly, followed you inside. “Buddy, I’m gonna be honest here. I just saw you step out of icy waters without a shiver, steal clothes and discard whatever strings of fabric you had left on your own body, you have no idea where you are… I don’t think you have money on you, nor the wherewithal to travel right now.” He looked at you. “I can’t stay.” He didn’t offer any explanations to the things, you’d mentioned, but you hadn’t expected him to. “Listen… Uh…?” “Clark.” “Clark. I get that you might not want to tell a complete stranger what the hell’s going on, but I can tell you right now, you are not in a state to travel anywhere.” He sighed. “I’m not saying stay forever, I’m saying…” You sucked in a sharp breath as his blue eyes pierced you. It was like he could see right through you.

“I am saying that I have a small cabin a little up the mountains, where you can stay for a while to get yourself together. I’ll pay you if you can chop wood for me. Then you can get out.” He thought it over, hands shaking a little, as he searched your face for any malice. “I, uh… Yeah, I can chop wood.” You nodded. “Good. Wait here, please. You’re going to have a hell of a time if you go into town, it’s trout-season and the seasoned fishermen are insane today.” You said carefully. “I’ll grab my car and we can go, okay?” He nodded once and sat down on a small barrel. “I’ll wait.”

You ran to your dad’s house and grabbed the keys, shouting a goodbye to him as you got inside of the car and started it, the roar of the engine louder than you had expected. You drove as quickly as you could to the shack and to your surprise, he was still there when you came. You had halfway expected him to leave the moment you had. He got in the car in silence, and you drove to your cabin. He was quiet, barely blinking as you came to the small, log-cabin, you called home.

“Come on in.” You opened the door and toed your boots off, throwing your thick jacket over a chair in the kitchen, before you went to the fireplace and started a fire, slowly heating your hands back up. The cold had been penetrating the last two days, and it was hard to get yourself heated back up. Clark stood in in the doorway, clearly hesitant about stepping inside. “Seriously, come on in. You’re letting the cold in.” he smiled ruefully and closed the door behind him, took his shoes off and hung up the stolen jacket – you didn’t want to question him about it.

“Cozy.” You heard him mutter as he looked around. You smiled. “I built it myself.” He hummed at that. It was a cozy place – one big room, where kitchen, bedroom and living room was in one, the fireplace the centerpiece of the room. The bathroom was hidden next to the kitchen, and the kitchen was built from old cabinets from abandoned houses. You loved it. It was so you. Especially after your large collection of books had found a home in the floor to ceiling bookshelf, you built from discarded oak-tree.

“Come on, sit by the fire and get some warmth back into those muscles.” You said, gesturing for him to sit on the couch as you went to the kitchen and started boiling water for a hot toddy. If there was something to get your nerves calmed and body relaxed, it was that; so why wouldn’t it work for the big man in your living room?

“Here.” You said, handing him a cup and sitting down next to him. “I know this sin’t much, but…” You smiled a little and he returned the smile, his hands dwarfing your cup completely. “It’s great. Pretty neat that you built it yourself.” He said. It was probably the closest to a compliment you’d get, so you nodded thankfully. “Uhm, I have a question.” He said, placing the cup on the small table in front of the couch. “Yeah?” You turned slightly to him, his blue eyes swallowing you whole. “Why would you help me? I stole. You should’ve turned me in.” You shrugged. “I don’t know. You seemed like you needed it more than a stint in the local lockup.” You said with a grin. “And I needed strong arms for my firewood.” “I think you’ve been doing fine without it.” He said with half a smile ghosting over his features. “Well, I’m pretty strong myself, but I recently hurt my wrist and can’t hold on to the axe tightly enough.” You hadn’t. You were more than capable of splitting wood. He nodded. “Another question.” “Sure.” You said, sipping the toddy. “Well, this isn’t exactly built for a roommate.” He challenged. “Oh, no issue. I’ll sleep on the couch. You’re bigger and with how you looked as you came out of the water… I think you need it more than I do.” “No, I can’t…” “It’s not really a question, Clark.”   “We’ll switch. I can’t take the bed from you.” He finally said and you didn’t argue.

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A week later, a somewhat strange, but normal rhythm had settled between the two of you. You got up before him and made coffee. He woke at the smell of it, and you sat quietly at the small table, drinking your coffee before he made breakfast and you started a new fire. Then, as the morning fog had lifted, he went to chop wood, the slow and steady thunk filling your ears as you began your routine – make bread, read a book and get snares ready along with fixing lines on rods. It was your work, and it was amazing how much you could decide your own days.

You had also started to watch Clark a little more intently. He was – objectively – a handsome man, but after his walls came down a little, you found out he was kind, funny and soft, much different from what he looked like. A slow, dull ache had settled somewhere between your legs, and it made you feel flushed, every time he looked at you; you had been tossing and turning each night, your thoughts on the man in the bed (or couch, depending on the day) who had taken up sleeping shirtless, the bastard. A part of you couldn’t help but think that he knew how you felt. You weren’t the best actor and you had always had a hard time hiding feelings away.

The steady sound of the axe hitting wood had stopped as you were tying ends together of a fishing net, your fingers dancing over the thin strings. He walked in, sweat dropping from his brow and arms full of logs. He winked at you as he set them down and you felt your cheeks flush. It was strange how quickly he worked the logs – he could empty the waiting pile within an hour, perfectly cleaved and you had sometimes wondered if he had superhuman powers just by the sheer force and volume of the wood, he got through. “I’m taking a shower.” He said in a husky voice, still panting a little. You nodded and squeaked out a small okay as he closed the door to the bathroom – a few seconds later, you heard the water run.

You slumped back in your chair and ran a hand over your face. You needed to get it together. At any rate, he probably was going to leave sooner rather than later, so it would be to literally no one’s favor if you fell for him now.

“Hey, Y/N?” You heard his voice mingle with the cascading of water. “Yeah?” You yelled back. “I forgot a towel, can you…?” “Sure thing, hang on.” You walked to the small dresser next to the front door and grabbed a towel from it. You hadn’t really considered what you’d be met with when you opened the door, but the sight of his bare ass and muscular back was not it; you sucked in a sharp breath, saliva pooling in your mouth at the sight. “Ah, thanks.” He said, turning his torso towards you. You could almost see the outline of his cock, and you had to physically hold on to the sink to steady yourself. “Yep. Good. Cool. Imma…” You pointed to the door and quickly left, screwing your eyes shut – the mental image of his very sculpted body made your knees buckle.

God-fucking-damnit.

He stepped out, a barely concealed grin on his face, and starting helping you with dinner – there was a tense atmosphere between you, loaded with something as he chopped tomatoes and you stirred in various pots. It wasn’t uncomfortable, per se, but it was something new. “You okay?” He asked huskily after a while. “Hm?” You stopped stirring the pot and found his eyes. “Oh, yeah, just fine. Splendid.” “Splendid, huh?” he grinned at you. You nodded. “Great, really. Let’s eat.”

The evening dragged on for far too long for your liking, a few glances from his piercing eyes, that made you feel weak and a little woozy, also made the slow setting of the sun seem like it took forever. You groaned as the embers of the fireplace glowed and stretched a little. He looked up from the book, he was occupying himself with. “Tired?” You nodded and rubbed your eyes. “I’ll leave you to it. You’re on couch-duty tonight?” He asked softly. You nodded again. He smiled at you and closed the book, leaving it on the table, before he got up and pulled his shirt off. You had to look away from the way his muscles rolled under his skin and you swore, you could hear him chuckle as he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. You exhaled slowly, trying to steady your heartbeat a little, so you had a chance to get some sleep. The man was going to be the death of you.

“Bathroom’s free.” You nodded at him as he scooted into bed, and you quickly finished your night-routine before turning off the lights and adding a thick log to the fireplace and laying down. Hours ticked by, and you couldn’t sleep. The darkness was only interrupted by the glowing, orange flames of the fireplace, and you realized that Clark’s breathing was a little bit too steady and even for him to be sleeping as well. You sighed.

“Can’t sleep?” His voice was deep with sleepiness. “Not at all.” You whispered back. “I can’t get comfortable, I think.” You heard the rustling of the duvet. “Come on.” You looked up and saw him in the soft dimness of the orange flames – he had scooted to the side, holding the duvet up for you. “Uh…” “It’s your bed.” He simply said as an explanation. You didn’t think further of it, simply standing and trotting to the bed, settling in on the small mattress next to him. Heat radiated from him as he laid down next to you, and a moment too late, you realized how small your bed was, when he was in it. He wrapped his arm around you – the only place it could be – and you held your breath as he spooned you, holding you tightly.

You couldn’t control your body at all. Your heart was pumping wildly in your chest, heat and wetness was pooling in you and you had to restrain yourself form rolling your hips just a little against him. He cleared his throat as you accidentally moved a little, your ass gliding against his lower half, and you felt his hand tense a little over you. “Y/N…” he whispered your name. “Sorry.” A shuddering breath came from behind you and you felt his hand move a little closer to your chest. “Clark…” You exhaled his name as his hand came to rest just under your breast. “Sorry.” He didn’t sound like he meant it at all.

You had an even harder time falling asleep now with his chest warm against your back. He didn’t seem like he was closer to sleep either, his fingers twitching a little against you. You threw cation to the wind – you were burning under his hand and if you didn’t get some type of release, you’d explode, so you rolled your hips, gently moving your ass closer against him – he hissed as you made contact and you bit back a moan, when you felt how fucking long and thick he was.

“Y/N…” He tried again. You smiled. “Sorry.” It felt like a repeat of before. “No, you’re not.” He whispered against your neck. His fingers slowly moved up your chest, and you sucked in a sharp breath as his thick fingers came to rest, cupping your breast and kneading it slightly. “Do you mind?” He asked, his lips touching the back of your neck. You exhaled a shaky breath as you rolled your hips again, snaking your hand behind you and grabbed his waist, pulling him closer.

He moaned against your neck, finally turning you around as you rolled against him, and you were face to face, his nose touching yours. “I’m leaving soon.” He whispered, a touch of anguish in his voice.   “I know.” There it was, as simply put as one could; you knew, and he knew. His arm circled you, hand under your shirt on your back. Your hand snaked down between your bodies, gently running your hand over his hard, clothed length. He sighed against your touch, his hand running from your back to your breasts, under your shirt, and rolled your nipple between his fingers. Your noses were still touching as you moaned at his touch and you found your way down his pants, grabbing your hard, thick and warm length in your hand, slowly moving it up and down as he moved his body closer to yours.

It was wildly intimate. You hadn’t kissed, but you were breathing each other, his hand slowly inching down from your chest to your pants. He hovered there for a moment, as if he was doubting if you wanted it. You found his eyes and removed your hand from him, covering his hand with yours and slowly led him down. He closed his eyes as he felt your wetness and you mewled as he dipped a finger in you, his thumb rubbing lazy circles on your clit. You couldn’t look away from him as you found his length again and dragged your hand against him. He moaned, his breath fanning over you; it was a mix of peppermint and his particular scent, that reminded you of wet moss. He added another finger and you moaned as he filled you and began pumping, this time a little faster.

It was so intimate and close, you barely noticed that you were hurling towards the edge before you tipped over it. A strangled cry erupted from your throat as his fingers fucked you through on of the most intense orgasms you had ever had – your eyes never left his as you rode through the wave of pleasure. You felt him twitch in your grip, and you slowly, but surely, removed your hand from him to pull his pants down.

No words were exchanged as you helped each other remove the bottom half of your clothes, and he slowly got on top of you, his hand guiding himself to your wet, throbbing hole. “Fuck, you want this?” He asked, his voice strained and husky with self-control. “Yes, please… I just need you, please…” He hummed and shot you a confident smile before he slowly sunk into you. You mewled at the stretch. He was enormous in length and girth, and he stretched you to a point where it almost hurt. He bottomed out with a deep growl and buried his face in the crook of your neck as you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer. You were panting at him just being in you and you wanted him to fucking move. “Move, for the love of…” you let out a strangled moan as his cock dragged against your walls as he began to fuck you, his wide cock moving perfectly against you. His breathing was hard and hot on your neck, and your hands found purpose on his back, dragging lines down his skin with your nails. He groaned and snapped his hips, moving fast and faster as you both surrendered completely to the feeling of him in you.

You were both sweating and clinging to each other as he fucked you deeply, the head of him moving against your cervix every time he bottomed out, and you wanted to stay right here forever. You rolled your hips under him and angled up, the new position making both of you moan in synchronicity, and he sped up as a familiar warmth bloomed in your lower abdomen. You felt your walls tighten around him and he moaned. “Fuck, Y/N… You feel fucking amazing.” He kissed your shoulder, his teeth dragging against your collarbone as he fucked you hard, his hips snapping and the sound of your wet heat and your skin colliding against each other filled the room. “Y/N, you’re so fucking wet for me…” He moaned against and followed his words with another bite to your neck. “You want to come, don’t you?” he asked you in a husky voice. It was the hottest thing you had ever heard, and you moaned his name as a prayer. “Fuck, yes, please, I want to come…” he chuckled against your heated skin and sped up, the speed nearing humanly impossible. It was humanly impossible for him to be moving this fast, but you didn’t care. Not right now.

His hand snaked under you and grabbed your ass harshly, kneading the soft skin under his calloused fingers. You were moaning and sweating, your peak rapidly approaching. “Come for me, baby…” His words sent flames through your body, and you couldn’t hold back, even if you wanted. It was as if your body obeyed his voice, and you came in an explosion of pleasure, your body tight and legs shaking, as you came undone over him. Your walls tightened and throbbed around him, and you could feel the swell of him as he neared his own high as well. You were screaming his name as he fucked you relentlessly through your orgasm, barely letting you come down from that before another followed; he roared as he felt your pussy tighten around him and dragging him in, trying desperately to milk him for all he had. “Can I…” He didn’t need to finish his sentence. “Fill me, Clark.” You whispered your wish to him, hanging on to him for dear life as he pistoned in and out of you, pounding your pussy hard as he chased his release.

He roared as you came around him and he released himself, his spend painting your walls white as thick ropes of cum filled you completely. You moaned at the warmth of it, and your arms fell limply to your side.

He pulled out of you slowly, both of you hissing at the sensation, and neither of you wanted to leave the bed – he pulled you to him, letting your head rest on his broad chest and your arm around his waist. You felt how sticky and wet you were, and it sent another round of pleasure through your body as you fell asleep next to him, his soft breathing lulling you to sleep.

When you woke up, he was putting on his shoes and jacket. You rubbed sleep from your eyes and sat up, still a little sore.

“Leaving?” You asked with a tinge of sadness. He smiled sadly at you. “Yeah.” He walked to your side, kneeling next to the bed and held your face in his giant hands. “I’ll come back. I promise. I’m coming back for you.” He said softly. “I know.” You ran a hand through his hair, trying to memorize the feeling of it under your hand. “I’m coming back, Y/N.” he said again before leaning in and capturing your lips with his. It was the first time you had kissed, and it felt like you had come home; his lips were perfect against yours, and you sighed against him before he pulled away slowly and walked out of the door.

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Three weeks later, a random day at the local bar, you had glanced up at the TV and saw a flying man with a cape whizzing through the air. You had instantly recognized the face, even though he was shaved, and his hair was slicked back. You grinned at the image on screen, seeing a familiar smile cross the screen and the blue eyes, you’d come to know so well, pierce yours.

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[where-is-isnail]

iSnail has a pencil to draw with! It is, however, giant, and dull. Oh well!

Thank you to @arandomgamer180 for giving him this comically large pencil! :)

iSnail now has a Lollipop, a Not-Little Little Hat, Gamma Ray the banc, a Lemon Ice cream, More Candy, a Top Hat, a Grian Popsicle, a dog, his Hommie-Buddeh, a Kusaragama, A Door on his Shell, a Bucket of Chicken Drumsticks, and a Pencil!

OF COURSE YOU CAN! :)

iSnail now has a lollipop!

Thank you to @aridcry for giving him a lollipop! <3

[timkarr]

The Unsettling Sound

The Puget Sound is an unsettled sea that lies above the tectonically active western edge of the North American Plate. This large body of frigid water is separated from the Pacific Ocean by the Olympic Mountains to its west and the Cascades to its east.

Glaciers crowded into the Sound during the last ice age, advancing from the north. When they retreated some 13,000 years ago they left behind deep deposits of interglacial sediment. These sand and clay remnants, in turn, were carved by frequent rain and sea erosion to form high, unstable coastal bluffs, which were soon blanketed by dense evergreen overgrowths of cedar, hemlock and fir, and undergrowths of alder, blackberry and fern.

As erosion progresses this cover slides from high bluffs in slow cascades that often take decades to complete from hilltop to shore. The process is sped up when the northwest rains are heaviest. Landslides can carry trees and their understory to the beach in an instant. Once arrived on the shore, the upended forest enters the marine ecosystem, where it functions as nutrient, shelter and barrier.

In the last centuries, human structures have been added to this tumult. Houses perched on bluffs afford spectacular views and command high prices, but they face the disturbing prospect of being splayed across the beach following a prolonged downpour. Slides in the Northwest earn frequent headlines, and were even the subject of a popular book and film set on the slopes of Queen Anne Hill.

Much hilltop construction in the area occurs with little immediate awareness of the role erosion plays in maintaining both the geological and biological integrity of the Sound. A common response to the inevitable is to line the bank with black basaltic stones quarried from ancient lava beds. The proliferation of these bulkheads throughout the Puget Sound has resulted in a phenomenon called “shoreline hardening.” According to some government statistics, approximately 30 percent of the Sound’s shoreline is now armored with stone and concrete reinforcements.

This happened along the beach where my family has lived for nearly a century. in the 1970s and 80s, property owners piled stone bulkheads to shore up against sliding —attemtping to fix in time something that’s always in flux.

The results of our obstinance has been devastating. Within years this beach began to lose much of its value. As a child, I can remember clawing a hundred Native Littlenecks from the sand and clay beneath beach rocks. We let these clams sit for a couple of hours in a bucket of seawater. My grandparents taught us to sprinkle in cornmeal so they could spit out stomach sand as they fed. Once full, they were transferred into a steaming pot where they open latticed shells to offer up their tenderness. Today I’m lucky if I find a single Littleneck after 30 minutes of raking.

Whenever I visit the Sound, I think of Susu and Chum, who were privileged to live on this shore and loved what it could yield to any of their grandchildren willing to put some time into it. They left us 20 years ago, and a new generation of family has built modern homes on the foundations of those Susu and Chum left behind. In time, ownership may be handed to successive generations, or we might drift away, passing the beachfront to someone with no memory of what it meant to a family that gathered there. And while the Sound may retain much of its scenic beauty, this too is fleeting. The tides will rise and fall revealing familiar stretches of rocks and sand, again and again, and still something will always remain unsettled until it’s gone.

[8bitscarlet]

Leave This Bar

Summary: Being dragged out to the local bar wasn't a surprise when you were being babysat by your friends. You just weren't expecting to run into another supervised bar patron.

Genre/Warnings: Fluff

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Miss going to country dive bars. And I'll be at a wedding and two-stepping when this is queued up so this is what you guys get. 🤠

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated!*

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Leaning onto the small circular table that Sam somehow found in this crowded bar, you swipe away the shells of peanuts and take a long drink from your bottle. The scene was electrified now that it was nearing midnight. The bar was full with groups of people taking advantage of the well drink special.

LED lights were swinging around through the dark building, the only bright lights coming from the bar and the lights that shined onto the band on stage. People were swinging and spinning around the dance floor, partners in hand while others drowned their sorrows in shots.

Someone slams their bottle on top of yours, the bubbles exploding out of the top as your drink turns into foam. You whip the foam at Pietro as he nearly topples over in laughter. Steve and Sam throw shells at the speedster for making the table all sticky as you take one of the bottles from the ice bucket.

"Come on!" Pietro says, wiping the table down with a rag from a waitress, "You're boring tonight! You're supposed to be living it up, partying it up like it's the last day on earth!"

You roll your eyes, pointing your new drink at him, "I'm not letting you get me in trouble again."

Sam laughs, "No one told you to get on that mechanical bull."

"No one told me not to," you counter with a grin, glancing back around at the club.

The band has hit their stride, music bumping through the speakers as you tap the tip of your boot into the floor. Fixing the rolled sleeve on your tucked in t-shirt, you skim your eyes across the dance floor.

Everyone next to you lets out a lengthy groan as you watch a new group walk through those large, red entrance doors.

"Oh hell," Sam goes as you watch the group flash smiles as their ID's are checked.

The group is a mix of a few women dressed in short, flowing summer dresses, hair pinned back for fun on the dance floor and some waltz in with denim shorts and a leather jacket for drinks. Either way, your eyes fall on one.

Long, flowing chestnut hair that frames her face. An old, faded t-shirt that's slid down into those tight denim jeans that highlight her curves. Green eyes flash onto you before pulling back around for a second look, a crinkling around the corner of her eyes as she laughs.

As they glide through the crowd like they own the place, someone slaps the back of your head back towards your table. You groan, flipping Bucky off as you see him place down a tray of shots.

"Hey! Keep your eyes on us, the people who brought you!" He yells above the blaring guitar, placing two glasses in front of you.

Shaking your head, you grab a glass but peer back behind you just catching the last view of the back of that green eyed woman. Chilling water splashes against you as you choke on your breath, sucking in some of the iced water.

Coughing as you glare through the tears in your eyes, you watch your supposed friends slam their glasses down. Getting your breath back, you follow suit to avoid another ice water toss, tilting back both shots of liquor down your throat. Shivering as you taste the overly sweet licorice liquor, you take a long swig of your beer.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Pietro smiles, pulling the last bottle from the bucket.

"Don't be paying attention to those ladies over there," Sam raises his brows, "They are insignificant compared to us."

"Whatever," you roll your eyes with a chuckle as you slam your bottle against the top of Pietro's beer, watching it spray all over him as everyone yells at him to get away from the table, "I'll get the next round, you shitheads."

Placing the bartender's tip in the jar, you glance over towards that group of women who waltzed their way in here. They've found their own table across the sea of cowboy hats but you can hear their rowdy laughs from here. Plastic cups full of liquor rise in the blue lights swinging around the club as they cheer out for the chestnut haired woman.

Steve slides next to you, "They said we'd have to take a shot every time you looked at them."

Spinning your empty bottle on the bartop, you glance with a sly grin, "It'll only be one shot if I look once and don't look away."

Taking the bucket of beer and ice in his hand, Steve smiles, "You're gonna leave us aren't you?"

With a quiet shrug, you glance back to their table as you try to map out the easiest way to get there. Figuring out what you'll say when you get there and really wondering if Pietro will get to you first. As you ponder, you know those green eyes stare from across the room. A wicked smile forms on her face as she bites down on her straw, subtly beckoning you over with a wiggle of her finger. There's a warmth in your chest, a feeling like she's reading your mind.

Glancing back at Steve, he gives a small nod. Smacking your back as you push off the bar, he makes his way back to the group, "I'll cover."

With a cold beer in your hand, you slip through the crowd. Sidestepping dancing couples who didn't quite make it to the dance floor and the hollering groups that have already drank past their limit, you maneuver over to the hollering. Getting closer to the table, blue eyes flash onto you and widen as you give a small grin. They smack the short redhead next to them, jutting their chin at you but it's too late.

Standing just behind the green eyed woman, you place your beer next to her hand. The short redhead glares at you from across the table, clenching her jaw as you try to hide the smirk on your face. Leaning in, the redhead's sweet lavender perfume overpowers the smell of spilt beer and sweat.

"The band's sounding real good. Be a shame if we missed this song, wouldn't it?"

The green eyed woman peers over her shoulder at you, "I suppose one dance wouldn't hurt."

Her hand rests into yours as you quickly spin her out and away from the table, ignoring the protesting yells behind you. The sawdust covered, hardwood floor is only a few quick steps away and both of you fall quickly into the rhythm of the song. Her cold hand resting in yours as you rest a light touch on her waist.

It feels so right dancing with her, twirling her in and out through the crowd as you follow the pace. Each spin giving you a glance of her laughter and gracefulness. As you bring her back, you stop in a half turn as her back presses against your chest. Stepping to the beat, she slides her hand around your shoulders as she steps behind you.

She reads every small movement you make perfectly, each turn of your wrist. Moving together like you were made for one another as her hands grab yours and you pull quickly. Her laughter pushes your smile higher as you pull her through your legs and twist her back to her feet. You don't miss a beat as the two of you face each other and find the pace again.

As you stare into those green eyes, the darkness and blinding lights fade out of existence. The blaring guitar and beating drums slow and so do your feet.

"We all know why everybody's here," you say, spinning her twice as you pull her in closer than before. Her hand rests on your chest as you grin, "They're all looking for a reason to leave this bar."

She hums softly, the vibration filling your chest, "But the drinks are cold and it's a hell of a Friday night," her fingers run along the back of your neck and send shivers down your spine, "Why would anyone leave?"

You raise your brow at her inviting tone, watching her bite her lip with those alluring green eyes. The two of you are keeping your own time, lost in each other. Stepping out of the two-stepping line, you lean forward and sigh as you feel her lips press against yours. You can taste the cheap vodka she's been drinking with her cranberry juice but she tastes like expensive champagne.

As she pulls you in closer, your body is shocked with a familiar sensation. Cold liquid and ice run down the back of your t-shirt, as you leap away from green eyed woman. Yanking your shirt out of your pants, you try and shake the ice out as you glower at the couple two stepping and howling with laughter around the two of you. Pietro is there, of course, smacking a loud high five with the woman you were just kissing, leading the short, redhead woman who was glaring at you back at the table.

"That's why they don't allow drinks on the dance floor!" You shout after them as they spin away into the crowd.

"Damn, you Natasha." you grumble to yourself as you shove your soaked shirt back into your jeans.

"You know they wouldn't allow this to happen all night," Glancing up at the green eyed woman's scrunching nose, she holds out her hand for you.

Taking Wanda's hand, she leads you towards the larger table that the group was somehow were able to snag now that the bar was nearing capacity. Natasha slides you your now lukewarm beer that you left behind and you flip her off, watching the amusement grow on her face.

She points at Sam with a scolding look, "I thought we agreed to keep them separated?"

Everyone glances at the two of you. Wanda's arms wrapped around your waist as you stand off to her side, arm wrapping around her protectively.

"It's not my fault you brought her to this bar," Sam throws back.

Wanda squeezes you gently, "It is technically our bar." Glancing up at you with a loving grin, you gently press a kiss against her nose.

You laid eyes on Wanda three years ago the same way you did tonight. Asked her to dance and you both left the bar together. Now every time you danced she was your partner and she always would be.

"Alright that's it," Carol comes back with a tray of shots, "You two will have enough dances tomorrow. Time to keep you two apart."

You groan, snatching up an empty cup and chucking it at her, "You bring shots and somehow you're the party pooper!"

As the table falls into an argument about who's fault it really is for getting you two together on the one night you were supposed to be separated, you step back. Holding out your hand, you grin at Wanda, "How about one last dance as Ms. Maximoff?"

Wanda's side smile has your heart pounding as her fingers gently tease the palm of your hand, "I think getting married to you tomorrow is a good enough reason to leave this bar. I do have to get up early."

Stepping into her, you gently cup her face as you whisper, "Don't let them win. We have to practice for tomorrow."

"Wanda..."

She glances back at Nat who's watching her scolding eyes, knowing if Wanda gets out on that dance floor she'll be here at least another hour.

As Wanda grips your hand with a giggle, you stick your tongue out at the assassin as you watch Pietro slide your shot to her and he takes Wanda's. Spinning back into the energy of the dance floor, you sink back into the rhythm of the music.

"You think I can lead this time?" Wanda asks playfully.

With a grin, you press a kiss into her soft lips as you pull back to stare into those eyes that held your world. No shade of green could describe the beauty that they held but you were lucky enough to see that beauty every day.

"Only if you're leading me home," you whisper as you both get lost in the music.

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