the vegetarian/fake meat tech is getting so advanced, they're finally, Truly mastering the boss fight that is Texture and i'm so glad. i love it when the cooking result is "damn that's tasty! AND i enjoy chewing it??? it is properly toothsome?" and not the uncanny valley of mouthfeel and fla-vor
thanks uuuuuh [scurries afk to check the bag then scurries back] Daring. plant based chicken pieces. yeah you gets a recommendation from me to the veggies in the audience. now all you have to do is stop being expensive as fuque along with everything else in the store these days lmao
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V, JoeNicky & Nile
V. An abandoned or empty place.
When Joe pulls the sheet off the couch it kicks up enough dust that it makes Nile sneeze. The couch underneath is old, wooden frame rotting, fabric stained and full of holes where moths have eaten away at it.
“Sorry,” Joe says to Nile when she finally manages to get the sneezing under control. “Didn’t realise it was that bad.” He puts his hands on his hips and looks down at the couch. Nile looks it over.
“There’s no saving that,” she says, wiping at her eyes. She can heal from falling over ten stories, but she can’t get away from allergies.
Joe frowns. “I liked that couch.”
The house is older than anywhere else they’ve brought her, and has been abandoned for long enough that it’s falling apart. But through some trick of posing as their own sons, or something, Joe and Nicky still own it, even if there’s a giant hole in the roof and all the windows are broken. Why they’d decided to come back here, Nile doesn’t know, but it’s a nice enough area, and a good distraction from, well. Everything. Growing back a leg, she’s discovered, is not fun.
From one of the other rooms – she thinks it’s the kitchen, she’s not actually sure where Nicky had wandered to – there’s the sound of something breaking and crashing to the ground, and a muffled curse.
Joe makes a questioning noise in the vague direction of the kitchen. A few moments later, Nicky appears in the doorway, covered in dust. “I am okay,” he says. “But I think we will need to go out to eat tonight.”
“Nothing?”
Nicky shakes his head. “Unless you want to start a fire and go hunt some rabbits.”
Joe grins. “Just like old times, right?”
Nile shakes her head firmly, which makes Nicky smile. She loves them, but there’s no way they’re doing that.
“We can probably clear out enough space in here,” Joe says, gesturing to the floor. “Get the sleeping bags out of the car. Probably have to start a fire anyway, but…”
Nile looks around again while Joe says something to Nicky in Arabic that makes him laugh. The house is falling apart, sure, but it’s structurally stable, and the bones are all there. It could be something. They’ve got time to make it something.
Nicky is the one who goes for pizza in the end – he doesn’t trust Nile and Joe to order it if left to their own devices – while they try to clear out a space in the living room. Eventually, though, after Nile has another sneezing fit, Joe suggests they just take the sleeping bags outside instead, which works out a lot better. He sets about starting a fire with practiced ease while Nile sets out the sleeping bags around it. They’re far enough away from civilisation that she can’t hear cars passing by, which is kind of surreal, and the stars are brighter than she’s ever seen them.
When Nicky gets back, two boxes balanced on one arm and a bottle of wine in the other, he looks over their makeshift camp and laughs. “Just like old times, then?” he asks.
Joe grins. “Except we have pizza.”
“And actual sleeping bags,” Nile says.
“Ah, these modern inventions could never quite match the comfort of a pile of furs,” Joe says wistfully. Nile gives him a look. She’s ninety percent sure that one’s bullshit, but she can never quite tell with him.
Nicky sets down the pizza boxes, and jogs back to the car to grab the pack of plastic wine glasses they’d bought before they got here.
“We should’ve bought marshmallows,” Nile says. “Could have made s’mores.”
“Well, we’ll have to go to the hardware store tomorrow anyway,” Joe points out. “And I think it’ll be a little while before we can actually sleep in there.”
“Tomorrow, then?”
“Tomorrow,” Nicky agrees.
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Warrior Nun truly is the most fucked up fucking show in the whole fucking world isn't it
Thecla (Ancient Greek: Θέκλα, Thékla; Greek: Θέκλα; Turkish: Tekla) was a saint of the early Christian Church, and a reported follower of Paul the Apostle. The earliest record of her life comes from the ancient apocryphal Acts of Paul and Thecla.
In one scene, female beasts, particularly lionesses, protected her against her male aggressors.
It is also said that Thecla spent the rest of her life in Maaloula, a village in Syria. There, she became a healer and performed many miracles...
...but remained constantly persecuted.
In one instance, as her persecutors were about to get to her, she called out to God, a new passage was opened in the cave she was in, and the stones closed behind her.
Around AD 280, Thecla features as one of the characters in Methodius of Olympus' Symposium, in which she displays considerable knowledge of profane philosophy, various branches of literature, and eloquent yet modest discourse. Methodius states that she received her instruction in divine and evangelical knowledge from Paul, and was eminent for her skill in sacred science ("Logos 8").
According to some scholars, Thecla's story inspired many later stories of women saints who dressed as men
All of these women were empowered by Thecla, a woman who did things that not many women would ever dare to do
In Spanish-speaking countries, she is also facetiously counted as the patron saint of computers and Internet, from the homophony with the Spanish and Catalan word tecla ("key").[citation needed]
(text on Thecla of Iconium taken from Wikipedia)
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[* 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎-𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝! ]
[* (𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖? 𝙾𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕...) ]
[*^ Animation I made of myself! ]
[* Please call me Io! I am a monster currently living in the Omega Timeline. Among other things, I really do enjoy drawing! And anything of the creative sort. I really like putting my hands to work. Ah, and I also play the violin, though I am but a novice at it. ]
[* I also sometimes like to dive into astronomy, it can be a quite intriguing area of study. Mainly stars, they are interesting, does anyone agree with me on that? And also planets... And black holes... And wormholes... And neutron stars... Wait, those are stars... Am I repeating myself here? My apologies. ]
[* My pronouns are it/its and I identify as non-binary! ]
[* Feel free to ask me pretty much anything! I may also go around interacting with other people's publications (lie, I'm a little afraid of interacting with others first, maybe you should ‘tag’ me if you want me to join interactions). I just wanna meet new people ]
[*Also, my AU of origin sets in a time without computers and this website stuff so... Bear my possible lack of ability at modern speech and terminology.]
//OOC
[ * Heyyyy folks (yes the ut text box thing is a typing quirk) I am happy to FINALLY launch this blog!!! ]
[ * This blog is run by @lazy-shapeshiofter and is a hybrid between a RP blog and an ask blog, but tbh at its core it's kinda a well-disguised kin blog as Io is actually a kintype of mine. I'm Io, Io is me, that kinda jazz. ]
[ * Same DNI criteria from main applies here ]
[ * I post decent art on main (mainly silly Ink stuff or just utmv stuff in general) but also mess around with friends. It's fun ]
[ * Also here's the info post about Io! May come in handy. ]
[ * I believe this is all I gotta say. ummm time to have fun ig???? May also doodle things for this blog ]
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