#BUT... PLS............... I CRAVE ENRICHMENT...................

[unsettlingcreature]

i miss playing d&d........................

[teh-nos]

can't believe they punished my blorbo for... *checks notes* ...oh. well okay that was a bit fucked up, maybe they should not have done it. but to hold them responsible?! for their own actions?! fucking hell, the whole story is full of haters!!

[dontexpectmuch]

I just binged all your works and HOLY SH*T YOU’RE AMAZING 😭🙏

I saw that you’re on hiatus, but pls if you feel like writing again pretty please do a part two for that Pedri angst where he cheats 🙏🙏 I wanna see him suffer without reader and feeling the regret eat his soul, like realizing nothing feels right without her, missing her even during the smallest things, like brushing his teeth during the morning etc (I’m totally not a sadistic person btw) I’m a sucker for good angst and so far haven’t seen anyone in the football writing community execute it better than you

you asked so I shall deliver

he couldn't remember anything from the last weeks, not that it was of any importance. everything has always felt like some kind of routine, getting up, getting ready for training or whatever he had to do on that day, finishing his activities and then coming back to an empty apartment, the sun peeking through the blinds he didn't even bother to pull up.

he was told that going out and spending some time in the sun, with his friends and doing what he did the best, playing football, would definitely help, would make him crawl out of that stale shell he hid himself in, even though it might take a while and would acquire some time to get used to again.

but, what exactly did pedri have to get used to again? smiling at whatever bullshit pablo said during training?

nah, for some reason he wasn't as funny as he used to be, even though he pretty much delivers the same jokes just like before.

taking care of himself, shaving and doing the laundry? for what? his didn't even bother touching his own face anymore, and there was no one else that would touch his face either, so shaving wasn't something that he had to concern himself with anymore.

pedri, for the sake of it, simply could not phantom what he had to get used to again. he already is used to the silence within his own home, or rather the apartment he lives in. calling it home is a far fetch, since whenever his head hits his soft pillow at night, this nasty craving to finally go home scratches his heart, the uncomfortable feeling spreading through his entire body, not letting him get any kind of rest.

he is actually well acquainted with that feeling of wanting to go home, he felt like that all the time a few years back. the only thing that finally made him feel like he arrived home, arrived in his safe haven and the place that made him feel weightless was,

well, it was you.

it was the person that would text him right before any game, back then when the two of you still claimed that the title of being 'just friends' was the most suitable for you.

it was the person who got him flowers and prepared a self made gift for his birthday, the very first year the two of you met. you even wrote him a letter, two pages long, telling him how much you appreciated his friendship and how he enriches your every day life bit by bit.

it was you, the someone who made his hands sweat and his heart forcefully pound against his ribcage when he couldn't reach you for almost an entire day, making him pace up and down through his entire apartment. his parents, whom he lived with back then couldn't understand what or who exactly made their son act like he had bees inside his butt, but when pedri finally received a message on his phone that made his entire being finally relax, they understood that their son had fallen hard, devastatingly so.

it was also you, the person whom he hurt, the person whom he swore to give the entire world to.

"fuck men." you'd say after coming home from an aweful day at university, shoulders tense and eyes stern.

but when you finally met his eyes, the world seemed to stop, his hands opening the door to paradise as they gently patted your back, "fuck them all, but you. you'd never." you mused, sighing and resting your head against his collarbone, finally being home.

yeah, fuck men. all of them, is what pedri now thinks, and fuck him the most.

what the fuck even happened, why did he do it? where was he, where was his mind? what was he even thinking? can he even think? does he have anything up there that made him think? he doubts it, why else would he be alone in is apartment then, with no one to easy his mind wit their gentle words and even gentler eyes.

kicking his training bag into the pile of dirty clothes on a corner of his apartment, his tired body drags itself into his open kitchen.

its actually quite clean, since he doesn't even bother cooking for himself , the training center offers meals anyway.

his arms feel like they are made out of stones, lifting them to open the fridge feels like an training unit entirely. grabbing a water bottle, the last one he notes, but he doesn't really feel like going out get new ones, he opens the cap and takes a generous sip, while moving towards the bathroom.

even though the entire apartment is dark, almost no light but the tiny specs of the evening sun peeking through the blinds, pedri shows no struggle to move around freely.

as dramatic and stupid it might sound, he has been living in an internal darkness for the past weeks, not even the sun was bright enough to illuminate the void inside of him.

his eyes meet the tired reflection of himself through the mirror, and it almost makes him scoff, almost. he looks absolutely disgusting, his face looks shallow, the circles under his eyes compete with his pupils in regards of color and hair looks, uh, well, like that.

if you were to be with him right now, you would force him to take a shower, but since you love, pardon, loved, him so much, you would immediately join him in the shower and clean him up yourself.

afterwards, when he drys himself and puts on new clothes, you would have already prepared a nice meal, some tea, you love enjoying an warm cup during evenings, and put on some trash show, one that did nit require him to use his brain, but would help him to get his mind off what ever bothered him that day.

yeah, that is how much you love-d, it stings him to put it that way, him, and he decided to throw it all away, like that stupid bastard he is.

the only thing that somewhat motivated him to take care of himself was the thought that you might contact him again, wanting to meet up for some closure or anything, really. whatever reason you offer, pedri wouldn't even think once to jump at the opportunity to see you once more.

iosnot like he hasn't tried before, he has, embarrassingly so. whether it was contacting your phone, any of your social media accounts or even a distant cousin of yours, pedri has tried it all. yet nothing ever worked out, he couldn't reach you even once, it is as if you disappeared from the earths surface entirely, punishing him in a way that made the most damage.

finishing up what some wouldn't even call cleaning up for the night, his heavy body moved towards his bed he simply throws himself into. he grabs his phone like every night, opens up each of your social media accounts and goes through your posts, simply looking at your pictures, videos and what not.

when he opens the last account, your instagram, he is met with a sight that wasn't there a few hours ago. [he looks through your accounts at any given time, he isn't even ashamed to admit it and was caught by multiple people]

around your breath-taking profile picture [that you took in this very apartment when the sun was just shining right through the window, it became on elf the many pictures that pedri used as his wallpaper] was a red circle, signalizing that you posted a new story.

with no shame whatsoever [its a miracle that you haven't blocked his account yet] pedri presses the symbol and is immediately met with a sight he knew all too well.

you left.

you left barcelona.

you left him entirely.

his eyes franticly dane around the picture, the sunset looks beautiful through the window of your own apartment, the one that you left in order to live with him.

you didn't stay at a hotel here nearby, didn't look for a home here, far yet still close enough to be by his side.

you moved back to your hometown, to your family and to the place that you were willing to give for him.

and he pushed you.

perdu pushed you back to the place you had given up for him all by himself.

his ugly doings, his disgusting eyes, horrible mistakes were all the reason that you decided to go back to the roots.

he knew what that meant. you moved on, you will forget him and never let him be near you ever again.

pedri feels his chest fall up and down rapidly, his eyes feel dry as he couldn't bring himself to blink, not wanting to look away from the first sign that you were alive, not nostril flared. he could feel the blood rushing up his neck, his heart louder than any game chant in his ears, and his body sweaty.

what was he supposed to do now, how could he go on now, what, just, what, he, he-

other than the loud pounding in his ears, his phone forcefully crashing against the wall opposite of his bd is the next thing he hears, sitting up and pulling at his hair.

his eyes loom around the room, your pictures on the wall, the flowers he had prepared for your arrival all dried up in the vase, your scarf you had left on the chair, they all started to close up to him, hissing and biting at his skin, scarring him though it couldn't be visible to the bare eye.

how, just how could you. how could you not even want to see him one last time before you left, he deserved it! he needed it, needed it more than anything ever, the closer, your eyes, even though they would gaze at him with the same warmth as they used to, the stone cold voice, your sweet scent, you-

he has lost you, he has lost you, he has lost you-

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i refuse to proofread, just wrote this in one sitting and hope that you all like it! please let me know!!

hope u missed me! i missed u <3

[the-pit-of-space]

hewwo. are you obsessed with modded minecraft from a young age? are you not, nd want to fuck around w minecraft mods for the first time? do you love a good bit of minecraft based violence?

then come, consider joining our server! currently unnamed. taking suggestions

me and my partner @this-is-why-names-are-hard are running interest checks to see if anyone would be interested in joining a 1.12 (final version tbd) modded minecraft server for purposes of lighthearted violence. the mod list is not fully set, we still have some tweaking to do to see if we can get things to work, but itll be based on Tekkit Reloaded, so if your familiar with any of those mods (buildcraft, railcraft, thaumcraft, projecte, industrialcraft 2, etc.) then youll have a lovely time!

thisll be a very lighthearted server, we are simply craving violence for enrichment. i know im the kind of player who gets really discouraged whenever i loose all my stuff, or have a major setback that wrecks days of progress, so the violence will be 100% consentual! this isnt a free for all, any potential griefing/stealing will be negotiated beforehand!! so thats not somethin youll need to worry abt

n e way ive rambled on long enough, here have a poll!!

[coffee-writesthings]

Pls all I want is a dim little office where I can archive some gay shit. It's for my enrichment. Pls pls the gatekeepers crave the archives

[apheliia]

your posts about talking to content creators are so real like. i as a content creator/fanfic writer crave comments. i crave asks. i crave reblogs with any added tags or something. like pls guys talk to me!!! i like talking to people!!! BANSNDN

NO LITERALLY PLEASEEEEE we are just people!!!! we are social little creatures!!!!!!! tell us that you liked our fanfic!!!!! tell us what it was about it that you liked!!!!!!!!!! talk to us!!!! we need social enrichment!!!!!

[laresearchette]

Wednesday, February 07, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: BAD EDUCATION (BritBox) BLACK IS THE NEW BLACK (BritBox) BEHIND THE MUSIC (Paramount+ Canada) THE CONNERS (CTV) 8:00pm NOT DEAD YET (CTV) 8:30pm ABBOTT ELEMENTARY (Global) 9:00pm TOURNAMENT OF CHAMPIONS: THE QUALIFIERS (Food Network Canada) 9:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT?: JUDGE STEVE HARVEY (ABC Feed) EXPEDITION X (TBD - Science)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA HENEMA TAAZEFU AL REEH UMM EL DARAHEM WARG MASMOUM

CBC GEM BELGRAVIA: THE NEXT CHAPTER CALL THE MIDWIFE (Season 12)

DISNEY + STAR ASSEMBLED: THE MAKING OF THE MARVELS THE MARVELS

NETFLIX CANADA THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA THE HATING GAME LOVE NEVER LIES POLAND: SEASON 2 PART 2 (PL) LUX: THE LIGHT OF THE HEART (BZ) MR. D (Seasons 4-6) RAËL: THE ALIEN PROPHET (Fr)

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 7:00pm: Stars vs. Leafs (SN360) 9:30pm: Wild vs. Chicago

NBA BASKETBALL (SN1) 7:00pm: Raptors vs. Hornets (SN Now) 7:30pm: Hawks vs. Celtics (TSN4) 7:30pm: Warriors vs. 76ers (SN1) 10:00pm: Pelicans vs. Clippers

RIVALRY SERIES HOCKEY (TSN/TSN3) 8:00pm: United States vs. Canada

WILD CARDS (CBC) 8:00pm: After an infamous accountant set to testify against the mob is kidnapped, Ellis gets an urgent call from an old friend to help get him back; Chief Li tells Max and Ellis they're on thin ice.

BELIEVE (Super Channel Fuse) 8:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Delving into the roots of Christianity; tracing its origins from the beginnings of the teachings of Jesus of Nazareth to its transformation into a global phenomenon.

ALLEGIANCE (CBC) 9:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): At her graduation from the country's top police Academy, Sabrina Sohal's world is upset by a shocking, inexplicable arrest.

BATTLE OF THE GENERATIONS (CTV) 9:00pm

RED EARTH UNCOVERED (APTN) 9:00pm: Doc sends Hayley to Fernie to document the legend of Ghostrider, a distinct shadow of a horse and rider that appears on Mount Hosmer's south-facing cliff; Fernie's history is enriched by all the different interpretations of what the Ghostrider.

IN WITH THE OLD (Magnolia Canada) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): A couple is granted a free home in Lincoln, Kansas, nicknamed The Big Green Monster, the family has relocated the 1910 Dutch Colonial to their farm and are restoring this forgotten piece of history into a dream home.

LATE BLOOMER (Crave) 9:00pm/9:30pm

LANDS ENCHANTED (APTN) 9:30pm: Join Knowledge Keeper Alan Corbiere and a group of young locals from M'Chigeeng First Nation as they explore Michigiwadinong on Manitoulin Island. Discover the legendary tale of Nanabozho's escape and the significance of his abandoned spear points.

[klarachmielewskacas]

Creativity - November

On the first of November I decided to bake some cake to start off the month. The decision to bake a cheesecake was sparked by a craving for a decadent, creamy dessert. I wanted to go beyond the store-bought variety and craft a cheesecake that was not only delicious but also a testament to the art of baking. I decided to not go easy as it was my first cheesecake that I baked and I chose to bake cream brûlée cheesecake.

Preparations:

Research: I delved into various cheesecake recipes, understanding the nuances of different crusts, fillings, and baking methods. I wanted to choose the best one that suited my taste. As I love cream brûlée the is why I chose this particular recipe.

Ingredients: Carefully sourcing the freshest and highest-quality ingredients was essential. Mascarpone cheese, eggs, sugar, vanilla extract, and graham crackers for the crust were on the list.

Equipment: I ensured that I had the necessary equipment - a springform pan, a stand mixer.

Timing: Baking a cheesecake requires patience, so I cleared my schedule for the day to avoid any rush.

I chose to bake form the website I checked and used before this particular recipe had 4.7 stars for 1.4k reviews:

https://cookidoo.pl/recipes/recipe/pl-PL/r151602

Reflections:

The process of making a cheesecake demands attention to detail. As I mixed the ingredients and carefully combined them, I reflected on how the simple act of baking can be a form of mindfulness. The measured movements and focus required for each step allowed me to appreciate the art of cooking and the chemistry of baking. I did not have torch lighter so the sugar on top did not melt as it spouse to, however the inside was perfect and was melting in my mouth as I ate it.

Baking a cheesecake isn't just about creating a dessert; it's a culinary adventure that encompasses preparation, reflection, and investigation. Each step of the process, from choosing ingredients to mixing and baking, is an opportunity for creativity and discovery. My journey through cheesecake baking reinforced the idea that cooking is not just a task; it's a form of art and a source of joy. Whether it's your first time or your hundredth, the process of creating a cheesecake is an enriching experience that can be savored as much as the final dessert itself.

[ooops-i-arted]

Boga Sr. and Boga Jr. headcanons pls

Boga Sr.:

So according to the RotS novel (iirc) Obi-Wan chooses Boga because he senses how loyal and good she is.  So it’s not even headcanon; she is, canonically, THE BEST GIRL.

She is An Adult but given have a chance to play she turns into a playful youngling again.  But she knows her strength and is careful of her caretakers.

She’s a big eater.  She’ll gobble anything.  All the varactyl caretakers know never to hand out people food because then they’ll never hear the end of it.

She just loves to climb.  Chasing Grievous was the biggest thrill of her life.  Afterward getting her to not climb and bolt fast makes her go :( because her Jedi friend liked when she did that!

I said afterward because Obi-Wan reaches out with the Force enough to soften her landing and she makes sure he’s okay.  But Obi-Wan knows the clones are looking for her to track him down so nudges her in the Force to make her leave him.  So Boga after a vacation in the wilds she returns to the Utapau city but never forgets her cool Jedi friend AND SHE LIVES HAPPILY EVER AFTER DAMMIT

Boga Sr. does have descendants and is proud of her big family.  Many years later, one of her descendants is placed in a zoo, but the zoo shuts down and she is adopted by a Mandalorian and his 101 green children instead....

Boga Jr.:

She’s an animal and not sapient, but if you could ask her, she loves her big shiny new papa and she loves her weird green nestmates and she loves this green place they live at and she loves papa’s soft not-leaves nest and she loves all the other nice not-varactyls who give her pets and treats and she LOVES that she gets to play with EVERYONE!

“If you even look at Shiny Papa and Weird Green Nestmates I will stomp you to death with my not-hooves”

She was taken to the zoo very young and doesn’t remember her birth parent(s).  She was found on her own, so it’s unknown if she was lost or orphaned.  Because of a lack of parental figures in her life, she both is fairly independent (being used to being alone) but also craves companionship (instantly latches on to Clan Djarin).

I’m thinking the zoo she was at wasn’t particularly high-quality.  So she wasn’t being horribly abused or anything but she was just getting bare minimum care - fed enough and all, but the enclosure was small-ish and boring and she definitely wasn’t getting enrichment.  So going home with Clan Djarin, where she can play and frolic and get pets and treats all day, is HEAVEN.

Because of this and the lack of attention/enrichment she was getting, she LOVES being A Good Girl and hearing that she is A Good Girl.  She’ll do anything that she thinks will get her praise or treats.

Even if Din had gone through with his plan to find Boga Jr. a better home/zoo, you KNOW he 100% would’ve shown up again in under 48 hours all “I changed my mind.  I want her back.”  Trying to persuade the zookeepers he’s a good caretaker and also I have rampaged to reclaim one of my children before while Boga Jr. is jumping up against the glass trying to get to Shiny Papa like a dog wanting to go for a walk.

Boga Jr. understands she needs to be gentle with her tiny green nestmates but thinks Shiny Papa = adult = strong as an adult varactyl.  So Din is the only lucky one who she plays with at full strength.

Although because she’s young and rambunctious, she is also kind of clumsy.  Luckily the kids usually think it’s funny when she knocks them over on accident.  If she does actually hurt anyone, she is instantly all over them purring and licking them and trying to put them upright, saying sorry the only way she knows how.

Shiny Papa tells everyone else he doesn’t let her sit on his lap but that’s not true, he lets her lay on him all the time???

She will eat anything.  Anything.  (If my green nestmates give it to me, it must be okay.  Din, cleaning up varactyl puke:  *sigh*.)

She ate something that did make her really sick once, and even though her tummy hurt so bad and some nasty Vet Person kept poking at her, it really wasn’t that bad because she got so many pets and hugs from her green nestmates and Shiny Papa let her rest with her head in his lap almost the whole time while petting her head so nicely.

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

I can't be the only one who wants to know more about this vampire and fae fic! Your writing combined with magical creature fic? pls?? a tidbit? a snippet? a sentence? a line? plssssss

Lmao, I think about 8 or so months ago I posted a line but I can’t find it to reblog. Tumblr is shitty like that. So I went looking in the document, which was a mistake because I’ve become attached to the story again. I blame you anon. It was hard choosing what to share. 

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Harry wasn’t sure his mind could comprehend why Malfoy’s blood was different, but his appetite didn’t particularly care about logic. 

If he concentrated, he could feel his body fortifying for the onslaught of blood intake. Typically, Vampires take the blood from a donor slowly. It ensured the blood would not get rejected as the body secreted natural antibiotics to offset the enriched iron from the excess blood. 

Propriety would dictate that Harry steady his pace, but the craving for more was higher than his rational mind. 

“Potter,” Malfoy groaned, unable to move under Harry’s vice grip. “Part of me wants you to continue until there’s nothing left to give.” 

Harry’s eyes snapped open as his stomach twisted at Malfoy’s words and the ache of overeating. 

When Malfoy locked eyes with Harry, there was a hunger there that he recognized. Malfoy wanted his magic as badly as Harry wanted his blood. The dangers of Fae. 

“You are beautiful,” Malfoy thumbed Harry’s blood-stained lips delicately. 

Harry wrapped his tongue around Malfoy’s finger and sucked it into his mouth, allowing his fangs to graze the skin but never pierce. 

Malfoy shuddered, wings fluttering but no words escaping.

It wasn’t until Harry let Malfoy’s thumb slip from his lips that Malfoy moved forward until their noses collided and their foreheads touched. 

“One day,” Malfoy began, breath as rattled as his second heart. “I’ll taste you too.” 

Harry knew what he should say, knew that if he was smart, he would end this all now before it got out of control. 

“One day,” Harry parroted just as breathless. “I’ll let you.”

[poppykru]

Happy BFSN 💖💖💖

Here's a picture of my Bellamy drawing before I ruined it

I've been meaning to do this for aaaaages but I'm always too lazy 😅 not today tho.

I was tagged by some lovely people @thefangirlingbarista @hellyeahbellarkee @shaeheda thank yooouuu 💖

So I'll do this BFSN a little differently. I basically stole this idea from @thefangirlingbarista - I'll include favourite fanfiction I've read this month.

But first, im grateful for

Having amazing family and friends that support me and love me even when I'm an asshole. This is such a difficult year for me as I am graduating uni and im scared shitless. 😅 My friends, fandom friends included, have really helped me not to spiral 😁😁

I've said this a thousand times and I'll keep saying it - I love this fandom! You guys are amazing. I am so sad the 100 is ending but I hope we keep this little community alive cause its honestly awesome.

Its autumn yall!! ��🍂 Now I can take out all my comfy sweaters, have hot chocolate and properly enjoy rainy days! So I am happy and grateful to live on this beautiful planet, to be surrounded by nature, to have music and books and art. I am just grateful to be alive 💛💛

Now off to fandom. These are my favourite fanfics lately:

1. This a Song About Somebody Else by @grumpybell - 85% of the population of the earth was wiped by a virus. Now the remaining survivors try to rebuild society. Clarke is not one of them. She is wandering around the USA by herself, surviving day for day, when she meets Bellamy. She hitches a ride with him and they travel through the wasteland together.

This fic is brilliant! The writing, the depth and complexity of the characters, the world-building... Man, just brilliant.

2. And Maybe I'll Grow Into You by @thefangirlingbarista - guys, guys, if you like childhood friends AU + slowburn, this is the fic for you. Its written so well. The characterisation is realistic and authentic. The relationships are nuanced and real. My favourite part is the world building - no fantasy elements or anything, but all the stories about their reality enriches the fic so much and just makes you so invested in the character's lives. I am horrible at explaining but GO READ IT ITS AMAZING!!

3. The Daily Grind by winterwaters (idk her tumblr, if you do tag her pls) - I've been craving fluff for ages and this is a-do-ra-ble!! If you like coffeshop au + Bellamy speaking tagalog + Clarke being petty and funny, you'll loooove this.

Tagging some beautiful people 💛

@jemleofan @bellamy-is-a-cupcake-in-love @jeanie205 @geekyogicheese @braveclxrke @sassylilnoodle @anashipper @theatre-steph @iishallbelieve @sometimesrosy

Be well, be kind

[cainightfics]

there's no describing the impact your writing has had on me like i stg this bitch has read "by the throat" no less than 10 times at this point and every time i crave reading something immersive and enriching and just. something that i know would Affect Me, i go straight to your profile. you are so talented and you have such a powerful grasp on words and your IMAGERY??? your metaphors that deliver gut punches w such terrifying simplicity? pls i stan you so hard and i'm sending you all the love<3

thank you!! this is such a nice ask omg :) im glad you stuck with it for so long despite me being so unreliable with updates. thank u again!!!!!