#Per Google Store

[14dayswithyou]

There's recently been an overwhelming demand for it (on Itch especially), and I'm happy to look into creating an APK version for Android users!

However, please keep in mind that I will still prioritise PC/Mac/Linux builds above everything else — so any future Android builds may be a little behind in receiving major updates. This will also be extremely experimental!!

[grocito]

फ्री में ईकॉमर्स वेबसाइट कैसे बनाएं | जयपुर विक्रेता हमसे संपर्क करे

क्या आप "मुफ़्त वेबसाइट कैसे बनाएं" ढूंढ रहे हैं, आज ही जयपुर में अपने ऑनलाइन स्टोर के लिए "ग्रोसिटो" पर जाएँ।

[mortalityplays]

talking about impenetrable accents/dialect just reminded me. when I was in Milan a couple of years back I was staying in this little rathole hotel and I had the biggest fucking migraine, so I was like non c'è problema I'll just go buy painkillers. of course every pharmacy on the map in a three block radius was closed, so my stupid ass just starts wandering around trying to figure out on the fly if you can get OTC from supermarkets in italy.

I walk into this little everything store (to my foreign eyes the kind of place that back home could sell you a bunch of carrots, a 6-pack of beer, pantyhose, bleach and a screwdriver set) and I see some household basics in the back but not what I need. with the confidence of a person who is only in the city for 3 days because he got bored and packed a bag and booked the cheapest flight available the week before (<= MENTAL ILLNESS), I was like no worries I know some italian, I can just ask.

I grab a bottle of water, walk up to the counter, and I'm like Ciao, hai il paracetamolo? And the guy is like che, and I'm like paracetamolo. Per la mia testa. And he's like che?

This is where I would have said 'aspirina' except I can't take aspirin for medical reasons, or 'antidolorifico' except I don't know that word and I've got no phone data for google translate and also I'm stupid. So in my fucked up leith-glasgow-italian accent I'm like paaa-ra-cetta-mollll-ooo. He's like ohhh bene, bene, and he calls another guy out of the back and asks him to go get something. Other guy then walks out of the store into the street, and before I can be like hey, che la fuck, he comes back and hands me a huge bundle of herbs.

At this point I'm like okay this entire interaction has been a bust, but these guys have been very nice and patient and they're both smiling happily at me because they've been of service, so I'm like ahh perfetto, grazie, pay them a couple of euros and leave.

EVENTUALLY I find a pharmacy that's open, and my head is fucking killing me, and my phone still isn't connecting, and now I have this small shrubbery poking out of my coat pocket, so I don't even bother looking around the shelves. I just walk straight to the counter and I'm like uhh ciao, scusi. And hearing my nightmare of an accent the guy answers in english and I'm like thank christ, do you please have paracetamol. Not aspirin, I can't take aspirin. And he's like yeah yeah hold on, goes into the back, comes out with what I need.

Only when he comes out he gives me this look, and then he starts laughing. And then he pretends he's not laughing and rings me up and I pay, and as I'm leaving I can see him losing it. But I don't care, my head is going to explode, I'm going back to the rathole to close the blinds and fall comatose for four hours.

When I get back to my hotel room I take off my coat and remember the huge bouquet of herbs in my pocket. They smell amazing, and I'm like I'm pretty sure this is parsley in which case I can just get some tomatoes and mozzarella later and make it work. but since I have no idea what that interaction was, I want to make sure. I bring out my phone to get a visual reference of what parsley leaves look like, and because I was using it for google translate earlier I put 'parsley' in the wrong box like a dope and translate it to italian.

prezzemolo

I wish I could have been the pharmacist in the moment he looked at my tired pissed off anglophone ass, heard me say 'paracetamol' in my fucked up accent, and turned around saw what was in my pocket. I'd have lost my shit too.

[dratefahmed1]

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[cambriancutie]

hmmm,,, maybe try the same last steps? go on hotspot or mobile data then turn your vpn to japan, and then open the play store separately and search for it?? sorry google play is being shitty :(

literally none of that works for me, the issue is that my google play account is usamerican and it absolutely refuses to show me any regional games (and i cant change my region at all) so i think this is a lost cause. but thank you anyways

[tightwadspoonies]

How to Shop at an Asian (or other ethnic) Grocery Store

Do you live in or near a city in the US?

Need to save some money on groceries?

Might I introduce you to... shopping at the local Asian grocery?

Asian grocery stores aimed at an Asian-American customer base almost always beat the prices of their western (or for-western) counterparts. Often by a significant amount, especially in categories like produce, meat, rice, and spices. Plus in addition to lower prices, you get the satisfaction of supporting a small, local business instead of a larger chain store.

(Note that a lot of this information applies to other ethnic grocery stores as well, but we're using Asian because they're common in many cities, and have particularly good prices on produce.)

But it can be a little bit of a learning curve when you first start to shop at them. This post will give you the information you need to navigate them.

So how do you find a good Asian grocery store?

First, go on google maps and search "grocery".

Note that you are NOT googling "Asian Grocery" or "Cheap Grocery". If you search "Asian Grocery" you will get results for Asian stores marketing toward a western audience, and because of this, will be neat, shiny, and very pricey. If you search "Cheap Grocery" you will get stores marketing themselves as cheap, which generally are only slightly less expensive than their "expensive" counterparts (think Aldi). Okay in a pinch, but you can do better.

Second, look at the pictures of all the stores you can easily get to.

Here's what you want: not a lot of printed ads, pictures of hand-written signs (especially in languages other than English), food in cardboard bins, and you want it to look kind of "junky". Bonus points if you can see prices listed in the pictures or the people shopping there are mostly older, ethnic women.

Third, If you couldn't find anything like this, go on your city's subreddit.

Search "cheap", "cheap grocery" and "expensive grocery". Why "expensive grocery"? Because you want to find people complaining about grocery prices, and you want to see the advice they get. Many times, that advice is Asian or ethnic grocery stores.

If you're still not getting anything, google "[city name] cheap grocery" and "[city name] expensive grocery" (see above). Scroll until you get to FORUMS discussing groceries in your city. You DO NOT want blogs or articles. Again, you're looking at the advice people are given when they complain about grocery prices.

One of the first questions people ask upon walking into an Asian grocery store of the type discussed in this post is:

"Is the food I'm getting here safe to eat?"

The answer is just as safe as anywhere else you might shop.

You're probably used to very clean, pretty, well-lit, well-organized stores. This will probably not be that, but it will be regulated by the same health department that regulates those stores. They are held to the same standards.

It's a lot of work to keep a store looking like a western consumer expects. It's a lot less work (and thus less money) to keep a store looking like an ethnic career housewife or grandmother expects. That is largely where the savings comes from.

What's a good deal at an Asian grocery?

Produce. You're probably used to things like onions and carrots being the cheapest per pound. Here it's going to be greens, apples, pears, radish, cabbage and maybe squash and sweet potatoes. Check unit prices and prepare to try some new things. Also a pound of greens is a LOT of greens. Keep that in mind. Also keep in mind that you might see a few pieces of produce that are bruised or have mold on them. That's okay. Just don't buy those pieces. The rest of the batch is probably fine. Wash produce when you get home if you're concerned, though you should be doing that anyway.

Rice and dry beans. If you like to buy in bulk, you're in luck. Don't expect to walk away with a pound or two of these. They come in 40lb packages. But if you tailor most of your meals around them, those meals will be cheap af. There are also lots of different types of specialty rice if you want to make your own sushi or mochi. Learn how to soak and sprout beans.

Tofu. Tofu is expensive when you buy it at a health food store. It is not when you buy it at an Asian grocery. It probably won't be in pretty packages, but again, cheap is not going to be super pretty.

Meat and fish. Meat is generally going to be cheaper here, though maybe not by as much as the produce is. Pork will probably be your cheapest option. You may also see cuts you don't normally see, like tongue, intestine, liver, kidneys, blood, etc... "Weird," however, does not automatically mean cheap in this context. Check unit prices and prepare to be adventurous. If you don't know what else to do with them, dried fish and animal organs make fantastic stock when boiled.

Spices. Again with the extremely large quantities here. But very inexpensive compared with their western counterparts.

Candy. This makes a great inexpensive gift if you need one, since the candy sold at these stores is fairly exotic for a western audience.

What isn't a good deal at an Asian grocery?

Dairy. This includes fresh milk, butter, cheese, etc... If they have it, it will be very expensive. Consider buying elsewhere.

Eggs. Again, this will probably be as expensive or more than the eggs you could get at a western supermarket.

Snacks. Pre-made items will be expensive in general, even though they may be tempting because they are different from what you are used to and you don't need to learn to cook a new thing. Do your best to avoid these and make your own if you can. If you can't, frozen pork or vegetable dumplings are probably your best bet for a quick meal.

Bread. It's pricey. A lot of Asian cuisines use rice, noodles, or buns for their starch instead of western-style bread. So if you can find it it will often be a novelty item.

What else do I need to know?

It's okay to be overwhelmed by new ingredients. Look up some YouTube videos on how to cook certain ingredients if you're not familiar with them.

These are not supermarkets. They sell food and sometimes the kitchenware (steamers, woks, chopsticks, etc...) needed to cook it. You will probably need to get your soap and household items somewhere else.

Pay in cash if you can. Most of these are very small businesses and paying them cash makes it so they don't need to pay credit card fees. At the very least, make the minimum purchase before paying with a card.

[miss-floral-thief]

Guess I’ll check to see if the smoothie place is fully closed or not

[maximwtf]

as a junho lover i am BEGGING you to please release the fic you had 😭😭😭😭

Hwang Jun-Ho x detective! Reader

Words: 3970

google docs pages: 6

Warnings: Platonic relationship mostly, but squint and it’s not. Squid Game season 1 spoilers, violence, guns, choking, character death but not major. 

Opening: You and Jun-ho are colleagues and your shift tonight would only consist of being on patrol. This leads to a lot of talking as per usual, before you spot something suspicious.

AN// G/N reader. A lot of you wanted me to post this ancient piece of media back up, so your wish is my command. This was actually fun for me to read as well. This was last posted in 2021 and soon after deleted, no memory of why I did that :”D. But I hope yall will still enjoy this s1 inspired fic ! And before anyone asks, I won't write a pt 2 for this, since I don't remember where I was taking this story initially;(

“I know you miss him.”

You were walking behind Jun-ho towards his car. Tonight's shift would be just you and him on patrol. There was nothing surprising with that, since he was your partner and you had gotten to know him pretty well over the years. But the problem was that you hadn’t slept well last night, and you had forgotten to bring your lunch while in a hurry this morning. So this meant that you'd either have to be without food the whole night or beg for Jun-ho to stop for a moment before the stores closed.

You watched how Jun-ho unlocked the doors of the car. The front lights lit up for a second, Indicating the doors had opened. He stepped into the driver's seat and sat down. You soon followed and sat down on the seat next to him. Nothing out of the ordinary, another normal shift. 

The car was almost fully white, with two stripes going on both of the sides. The smaller stripe was yellow and on top of that was a larger stripe in blue. Under the stripes was text that said ‘Police’. On the roof of the car, there were the usual police red and blue lights but also a bigger light for searching in the dark. The seats were fully black, like most of the car was on the inside.

Jun-ho started the car, and slowly drove away from the police office. The sun had gone down a little bit ago, and slowly but surely the street lights had turned on. It had rained earlier that day, so the streets were a little wet still. The car had no lights on inside, only the lights on the control board were illuminating a soft light against whatever it managed to touch. The street lamps passing by allowing some more light to come in every once in a while. This was exactly what you were used to, since the two of you had been on night patrol a lot recently.

You sat in silence as Jun-ho drove through the familiar streets. Watching the yellowish lights as they passed you, one by one. Your gaze wandered off to Jun-ho. You couldn’t tell how he was feeling, since he was only looking at the road with no defined expression on his face. He had told you on your last shift that he hadn’t seen his brother in a while, but you weren’t sure if he had been found already or not. Not sure if it was appropriate to ask about it again, seeing as it might have been a sensitive topic. But if Jun-ho was feeling out of it, you weren’t sure if he should be working a night shift.

“Hey, could we stop by a store? I forgot my ‘lunch’, and I don't want to pull an all-nighter without anything to eat.” You requested with a hint of embarrassment in your voice. But it was either this or having to suffer through the night with no food. Either way, this was maybe the best way to start a conversation, to see how  your partner was doing. Jun-ho turned his gaze at you for a little bit before he replied. “Sure, just make it quick.” He said with a nod. 

Soon the car pulled up near a store and you left to grab something to eat. Knowing that you didn't have a lot of time, you just took the nearest thing that happened to be some sort of a salad. You grabbed the nearest energy drink just to be sure the night would pass smoothly, and went to pay. As you were walking back to the car, you saw Jun-ho writing something on his phone. Not thinking much of it, and seating yourself back down next to him. “Sorry for this. I’ll try to wake up earlier next time.” You apologized, while placing the food on the back seat. “It’s okay. You didn’t waste much time.” He hummed as a reply, and started the car again. The small walkie talkie that he had connected to his belt was making noise. The other officers that were on the same shift seemed to be actively talking right now. This didn’t worry you yet, since they would have contacted you two if something was going on nearby.

After a while of going around the part of the town you were supposed to patro, you reached back to get the energy drink. Staying up late last night had started to turn against you, starting to feel awfully worn out by now. Your eyes were looking at the almost empty streets, as you lifted the can up to your lips. 

Your gaze detected movement on the road, and soon seeing a dog crossing the street. Jun-ho didn’t seem to be bothered by it, continuing on. Panicking for a moment when the realisation hit you that he must have not seen the damn thing. You quickly put the can on the cup holder. “Stop, there’s a dog!” You exclaimed to Jun-ho. His eyes widened and he pressed down the brakes. The car stopped just in time, and the dog crossed the road quickly, with its tail in between its legs. Your body almost hit the dashboard, but thankfully your seat belt held you in place. You were both staring at the road with widened eyes. All you could hear was heavy breathing that was coming from the both of you. 

You slowly leaned back and rested your body on the seat. “Pull the car on the side of the road.” You demanded quietly, voice firm. Jun-ho did as you requested, and parked the car on the side. “How did you not see the dog?” You asked in a much calmer voice, body seemingly still in some form of shock. You didn’t want to be mean to him, since it could have just been a mistake on his part. “I was in my thoughts. I’m sorry for putting you in danger.” Jun-ho sighed, with his gaze avoiding you. “Now, you look at me and tell me what is going on. You seem totally out of it?” You huffed and tilted your head in confusion. It took him a while, but he turned to look at you again. “And now the second part. Are you doing okay?” You asked the question in a different way so he couldn’t avoid the topic. “I’m doing just fine. I’m just a little tired, that’s all. I promise.” Jun-ho tried to convince you.

He turned away to start the car again, but you had other plans. “Have they found your brother yet?” You asked with a more monotone voice. Trying to dig a little deeper this time. Straight after saying this, Jun-ho stopped completely for a brief moment. “He’s…still missing.” The man admitted quietly while looking at the windshield. He leaned back on the seat like you had done and closed his eyes. You furrowed your brows in worry. Before you were able to reply, he continued. “I have reported him as missing already, but they can’t seem to find him. I have some evidence of..something but nothing that would actually help.” He pressed his palms against the steering wheel firmly, eyes opening again.

You looked at him with a freshly formed frown on your face. “What's the evidence you’ve found so far?” You asked, interested in the topic because you wanted to help him. “A card with a circle, triangle and a square on it. My brother had one in his room and I recently saw another man have a similar card. They’re related but I don’t know how.” Jun-ho replied, and turned his gaze back to you with sorrow behind his eyes. “Well, have you talked to the man yet? Maybe he knows what’s going on?” You tilted your head. “I tried to, but he didn’t seem like he wanted to tell me anything..” The man sighed again, but this time with more frustration. “I know you miss him, but you can’t give up. Did you see what was written on the card?” You patted his shoulder, an attempt to wipe the saddened look off of his face. “There was only a number on the back, nothing more.” He explained, not much to go off of. “We need a little more evidence to really start looking into this, but I can try to help you. I’m sure we can find him.”  You tried to smile a little and offered a hug to him. Jun-ho looked at you for a moment and accepted the offer.

After you had pulled back from the hug, the walkie talkie started to make noise again. Jun-ho answered it quickly. The person talking to Jun-ho told him to switch cars to a civil one, because they had spotted something going on near you two. Jun-ho ended the call, and started the car again. “Seems like we’ve got a case on our hands.” He hummed, and pulled the car back on the road. Like nothing had happened.

At this hour it was fully dark. Only the street lights, signs and the lights from the car broke veil the darkness. There were only a few people walking on the streets, most likely coming from a bar. 

Before you knew it, you had arrived all the way back to the police office. You could barely see the whole building in the dark, the city having not invested a whole lot on the building. Jun-ho took the keys from the car and stepped out. You took your items and followed him, hurrying to the side of the car he was standing by. He led you to a fully black car, around the corner from the office. “Let’s be quick.” He stated quietly and opened the door to the passenger seat. You smiled at him kindly, and stepped in. He soon sat down on the driver's side and pulled the car onto the road. “Where are we going?” You asked while putting on your seat belt. “Here.” Jun-ho said as he was typing the location on the navigator. You didn’t recognize the street’s name, but you decided to not ask where it was located. You’d see soon enough. “Did they tell you what was going on there?” You asked for more information, hoping that Jun-ho didn’t mind. “Someone who we have been looking for has been reported to be in that area. We were called to check if he’s still there.” Jun-ho quickly explained while driving faster. You two didn’t have time to lose, since the man could get away any moment. 

The navigator kept giving directions, and Jun-ho was following them. You seemed to be getting closer by the second. But suddenly Jun-ho slowed down the whole car. “What are you doing?” You questioned your partner. But what you didn’t know was that he had seen something far more important to him than the person you two had been called to look for. “That’s him. That’s the man that had the same card as my brother.” Jun-ho said quietly before he started to back up the car. He backed in the shadows and turned off the lights from the car. “I might get fired for this, but I'll make sure that you’ll be fine.” The man murmured, as his eyes were following Gi-hun get picked up by a big van. “Wait- Are you trying to tell me that you’ll disobey the request to find the man the office has been looking for just to follow him? What if we end up in danger? There’s no backup.” Your heart beat got faster the more you thought about this. This didn’t seem like the worst case scenario was going to be fired, but something way worse. “This might be my only chance to get to know where my brother is. I’m not letting this go.” He replied with confidence in his voice.

As much as you appreciated and trusted this man, you weren’t sure if you should tell him no. And even if you did, would he even listen at this point. Before you had time to say anything against his plan, the van started to drive away. Jun-ho started to slowly shadow it. He had turned off all the lights from the car, and he wasn’t using the headlights either. You had never been in a situation like this, but there was no getting out of this now.

“Do you have a phone?” Jun-ho asked with a more serious tone. “Y-yes, why?” You asked but still showed him your phone. It was almost fully charged, only a few percents missing. “Good. Just in case we get separated.” He nodded and kept following the van. “So are you saying we might? We’re not getting out of this car are we?” You asked in a panicked voice. “You don’t have to. But I want to know what’s going on. They’re clearly going somewhere and my brother has to be somewhere with them.” Jun-ho spoke, attention clearly keen on the van. 

Soon the van stopped. The navigator showed that you were close to a port. Suddenly you were able to see multiple of the same kind of van going the same way. They all turned and started to drive towards a cargo ship. There was a lot of space for all the vans and some people with red clothing showing where the vans should be parked. Seemingly a well orchestrated operation, whatever this was.

Jun-ho stopped the car and parked it so that it wouldn’t be too easy to see. “Now. You stay here, and I’ll call you in a little bit once I have found out what's going on here.” Jun-ho started to undo his seat belt and get out. “Wait- We don’t even know who these people are, and we don’t have any backup. What if they come and ask what I’m doing here?” You started to get restless. “Just..” Jun-ho had to think about this for a moment. “Tell them you’re waiting for your boyfriend.” He finally said and closed the door. Your eyes widened for a moment but before you could form any words, he was gone. 

There were more lights near the port, so it was easy to see all the grey vans enter the ship. There were huge yellow towers built to hover on top of the bridge that led to the ship that had multiple bright lights showing the way to the drivers of the vans. There didn’t seem to be anyone else but more of the people with the red suits. The situation unfolding before your eyes, seemingly sketchier by the minute.

It was hard to see, but you could make out where Jun-ho was standing. He took out his phone and started to type something. You started to look even more worried. Now wasn’t the best time to start looking at your phone. The worry caused your hand to start wandering closer to the door handle. Your eyes were still focused on him, and you saw when he switched the phone to a gun. Only hoping it was loaded full, but it wasn’t safe anyway to go on a mission like this with only one gun anyway.

As your hand started to open the door, Jun-ho ran from the place he was hiding in. From what you could see he had hidden behind one of the vans. “Damn it..” You cussed under your breath and got out of the car. After making sure that there was no one around, you ran towards another van, and copied what he did. You got on your back and quickly got under the van. Quickly finding something to hold on to and lift your body up from the ground.

Soon after doing this the vans started to all move in the cargo ship. There was some talking  you could hear, and after that the ship left the port. You had no idea where the two of you were going, but you had to follow your partner. You would never forgive yourself if he never came back from this mission that no one even had an idea you two were on. Knowing no one would believe you if you told them Jun-ho had disappeared just like his brother.

The vans you had gotten under were neatly parked next to each other, near the back of the ship. You saw him shift and then get up, still staying behind the van. You took a quiet deep breath and followed his lead. “Hey.” You whispered quietly, so that no one would hear you. With a quick movement he was pointing his gun at you, before he realised who it was. “What are you doing?! I told you to stay in the car?” He whispered back with tension in his voice. “And I’d go to the office alone, to explain to the boss where you had disappeared? As if they’d believe me.” You murmured back. He then quickly switched to your side. “Do you have your gun?” He whispered close to your ear. You shivered slightly at this, placing your hand over the firearm. “I do, it’s full,”  you whispered back. He only nodded at you and went to peek over the edge of the van. While he was doing that someone started to talk through a microphone. “Check the players,” echoed through the ship. With this the side doors of the vans opened by themselves. 

“Get in.” Jun-ho whispered quickly before he stepped in one of the vans. Without another thought you stepped in the van that Jun-ho had been under, ready to follow his lead. Knowing by now how sensitive this situation was. One wrong move, and you’d truly see what these men dressed in red were truly up to.

Your eyes scanned the people sitting in the van. You couldn’t see too well, no lights on in the vans. But no matter how well you looked, you couldn’t see anyone that even slightly looked like Jun-ho’s brother. Before you knew it, you heard the drivers of the cars step out. Your eyes widened. The only thing you could think of was to pretend to be one of the people in the van. 

You sat down on one of the seats at the back, and pretended to sleep. You were able to open one of your eyes slightly, trying to stay up to date on what was happening. You saw a masked person with a full red suit and a black mask with a white circle on it. They were scanning the other people in the van by checking something from behind their ears. You had no idea what Jun-ho was going to do, but as the suited person started to come closer to you. Knowing you didn’t have whatever the others had gotten placed behind their ears, you prepared to attack the suited man. 

 They tested one of your ears and then turned your head to test your other ear. Not being able to find the chip they were looking for. You opened your eyes and quickly attacked them. You hit the mask so that the person fell backwards, buying yourself some time. While they were trying to get up, you moved behind them. The person tried to stab you with a black knife, but you dodged it. You took a hold of their wrist and repeatedly hit it against the seats of the van, until they let go of the knife.  With that you hit their head with your knee and began to choke them. Trying to make as little noise as possible as to not alert any of their companions.

The van moved a little as the person struggled until they started to go limp. You let go of the pink suited person, and took a deep breath. Your heart beat was going crazy at this point, and your hands were shaking. Not once during your time as a detective had you had to fight like this for your life. The idea of you two being alone on this mission, and not even knowing if Jun-ho was alive scared you. 

You knew that you didn’t have a lot of time, so you began to strip the pink suit off the person. It was better to hide in plain sight, especially if they were all dressed the same. You took off the mask as well and dressed up. You had no clue what the job of this person was, other than checking the players and driving the van, but maybe you’d be able to just follow the others. After getting the suit on, you took your tag that showed who you were off, and placed it in the pocket of the person that was now wearing your clothes. 

After that you lifted up the body of the person, attempting to drag them outside the van. Not being used to doing something like this made it hard to lift up a whole body alone. While struggling you wobbled to the edge of the ship, and dropped the body in water. After this you turned around to see where you were supposed to go, you saw another pink suited person. They heard you and turned around. You froze up, not really having a plan to go off of. You felt a tap on your shoulder. “I saw what you did.” A man’s voice said. You could tell it was Jun-ho’s, since it was more muffled due to the mask. But you took the gamble. “You did the same,” You mumbled back. The other masked person made no move to harm you, confirming you’d been correct.

“Hey, you two!” You both turned to look at who was talking to you. There was a person in a pink suit, but this one had a triangle on the mask and a gun. Behind them there was another pink suited person. Only, they had a square on their mask and no gun in hand. You were too stressed out to say anything, and you assumed Jun-ho could sense this since he started to talk. “This is...They were feeling sea sick.” Jun-ho said to the triangle. They didn’t reply, but the square stepped forward, pointing their gun down. 

Their behaviour made you wonder if the symbols on their masks had something to do with their ranking system. Attempting to figure it out while Jun-ho was conversing with them. Square, then triangle, and that left the circle. And if it was the last one it meant that it was the lowest position. “Did you forget the rules?” A man’s voice said from behind the square mask. “You do not speak without your supervisor’s approval.” They continued. You were trying to make your breathing as calm as possible, so that the square wouldn’t notice anything. “Go wait in the cabin,” the square ordered. He gave you and Jun-ho a stare before walking away, taking the triangle with him. 

After they had left you put your hand on your chest to take a breather. You had no idea what you had gotten yourself into, and you couldn’t even blame Jun-ho. You had killed a random man a minute ago and after that you were pointed a gun at, and it was most likely only going to get worse from here.

“Are you doing alright?” Jun-ho’s voice asked, as he kneeled down a little, and pulled your upper body back up by your shoulder. “We have to get to these ‘cabins’, just follow me. Please?” Jun-ho kept talking to you. Giving you a moment to recollect yourself after the encounter. “I’ll recover, I just need to rest for a moment…” You exhaled while looking at your shaky hands. With that you nodded and Jun-ho started to walk up the stairs, where the other circles had gone as well.

[casinocarpediem]

▪︎■☆ Новое Mолоко 🐮🥛 ☆■▪︎

(Translation: New Milk)

☆ 🔞!!NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!🔞

☆ male! subtop! Francis Mosses / male! dombottom! Reader

☆ overstimulation if ya squint a lil, milking, breeding, dumbification, passing out, belly bulge (If your not into this, look away!! 👻👻)

☆ implied Russian speaking Francis (translated from google translate and research for needed accuracy, however, any form of critique or correction definetely is allowed!)

☆ short (I think???)

☆ author has played Not My Neighbor

°○☆nsfw under the cut☆○°

You and Francis had a thing. And, fuck, for a minimum wage worker who barely gets any kind of rest at all, he's fucking good at what he does. He's a big fan of milking. Not his job, no, he could rant about how shitty it can be despite not wanting to get a new one (A/N: so real) but he's a fan of milking. Just the other kind of milking.

The first tim you two had sex, he was pretty sheepish about it, yeah. He didn't know if you prefered topping or bottoming so he settled for a handjob. You did the same as well. Until you both got used to each other and realized that he was pretty flexible. He'd do whatever you'd want to do, whatever you had in store, as long as if it wasn't too much for either of you. He loves fucking but he surely isn't a sex devient. Somewhere in the middle. Pliant to whatever you to had planned. But recently, he may or may not have discovered a new kink. Somethig that made his legs flex and his stamina increase and the gooey, warm, and fuzzy gears in his head grind back to life to keep on going. The last time you two had sex, there was now no condom, and he was pounding you into the bed that you swore Isaack would definetely send a formally written complain, persuasive enough for the both of you to not have such intense, hot, steamy sex for the next few months, (He's a reporter after all, have to respect the man informing the people, and he definetely has a way with words).

Humming, groaning, a little against your neck. You swore it was like a kitten, as if he was purring in a way. You pulled his hair as per usual and with a louder grunt his dark brown eyes roll up just a slight and flutter, closing shut as he fills you to the brim with his warm baby batter. Shaking, sweating, and biting his lip when he just keeps on cumming until theres nothing more to give. Or is there?

What he didn't expect, was when you suddenly whispered in the midst of him balls deep inside you,

"Thats it... good boy, you fuckin slut... Cum in me, keep milkin' yourself f'me"

Ah shit, he swore something inside of him just snapped loose. With the way he shivered violently, and as your hand loosened on his sweaty brown hair he moves again. Oh how odd, after a few rounds, the last one being penetration, he's always so tired, opting to give you a handjob or finger you if you didnt get a taste of your climax but shit. If this wasn't hot then what was?!

When you had basically degraded him to milk his balls dry you didn't mean literally, but fuck. This was so appealing, that your little milk boy had his quirks.

You look down at yourself seeing the bulge appearing on your abdoment everytime he thrusts in and god does it make you feel dizzy. Your hard dick, leaking as well just begging to cum while Francis gasps and shudders a little more, oh he looks so dumb. Trying to do as he's told. To keep milking himself. Milking himself for you. Just for motherfucking you. It keeps fuzzy sparks inside of his brain that has him smiling and drooling against your chest.

"Awe, what an adorable little cow you are... Milking your-...yourself for me... Giving me every ounce of that sweet sweet milk of yours, hmm? You wanna give me your milk Francis? You wanna fucking cum in me again?"

He feels so lightheaded that he smiles dumbly at the idea and nods as if his head is too heavy, full of warm cream. Muttering several words in russian mixed in with english as he nods slowly, trembling as his cock, still hard and moving perfectly against every spot inside of you.

"Please please please К-Куколка please... fuck fuckk- let me cum... inside... inside... cum inside please please milk me- oh... П-Пожалуйста... З-...Золотце... Пожалуйста..."

The pathetic, brown haired man sobs. Pawing at your sides like an injured little puppy. Begging so prettily, who could deny those eyes of his? all teary and tired. Small blobs of salty water dripping down his eyebags which were now disappearing, thanks to yourself for keeping his sleep schedule normal again after years of nap malnutrition.

After a few more moments of Francis groaning so softly against your ear, you feel yourself about to cum too, and when you order it directly, he really does come undone. Panting like a dog in heat while nails dig against his back skin. All the while he buries himself deep inside of you once again and fills you up with a second load of his fluids that it's practically drooling out of your hole. You hiss as well, shutting your eyes with a shudder as your dick spurts out a thick white rope of cum, coating Francis' stomach and your chest. Fuck.

Francis pants, collapsing on you. You gently push him to the side and just watch him catch his breath. Eyes closed, skin warm and sweaty while he's still inside you. All soft. But its not uncomfortable. At least now, you definetely know how you can abuse this new found information with your lovely boyfriend.

[foxtrology]

harry castillo prompt list

series

the series might be complete, but i’m not done with them. send a number from the list into my inbox and i’ll write a small blurb based on it. just one number per ask, and i’ll take it from there. let’s keep hanging out with harry and her — alana <3

1. harry takes adella to her first day of preschool and forgets to pack the crayons she insisted on bringing because he was too busy crying in the hallway and taking photos of his babygirl.

2. harry runs into lucy outside of adella's ballet studio—she doesn't see his daughter at first.

3. adella gets her first cold. harry stays up all night googling symptoms and boiling pears with cinnamon because “it said so on that one site.”

4. someone at the farmer’s market recognizes him. adella is wearing her dinosaur hoodie. harry pretends not to hear the question.

5. adella loses her stuffed bunny at the museum. harry calls the front desk twice. she finds it in the backseat three hours later.

6. a tabloid publishes a grainy photo of harry holding adella’s hand. it’s blurry and beautiful. she’s wearing a paper crown.

7. harry tries to make heart-shaped pancakes on valentine’s day. adella insists hers looks like a rain boot. he agrees.

8. they go to manhattan for the weekend. adella has a fit in the car. frances sleeps through the entire drive.

9. adella asks what harry’s job is. he tries to explain hedge funds to a six-year-old. she draws a picture of a hedgehog in a tie.

10. harry finds one of adella’s baby teeth under her pillow. she forgot to tell them it fell out. he leaves a twenty dollar bill.

11. lucy and john show up to a charity event. they are standing across the room when adella runs up to harry yelling, “daddy!” lucy drags john home early.

12. harry falls asleep in the rocking chair with adella on his chest. she drools on his shirt. he stays there for hours.

13. the preschool teacher calls to say adella kicked someone during circle time. harry hangs up and immediately tells his wife.

14. frances gets stuck in the closet again. adella insists she meant to do it. harry pretends to scold her but takes a photo.

15. adella has a nightmare and crawls into bed with them. harry wakes up with her foot in his ribcage and doesn’t move.

16. a woman at the café asks if he’s “the harry castillo.” adella tells her, “he’s just my dad.” the woman walks away.

17. harry teaches adella how to tie her shoes. she gets frustrated. he takes a breath. tries again. she gets it.

18. they host a small birthday for adella. all her friends from kindergarten come. harry grills hot dogs. frances steals one off the plate. nobody is surprised.

19. adella refuses to wear pants to the grocery store. harry lets her go in a tutu and snow boots. people stare. he doesn’t care.

20. they forget about picture day. adella shows up to preschool in her favorite spider-man pajamas. they both laugh about it later.

21. adella asks if his mom would’ve liked her. he tells her yes. doesn’t cry until later.

22. someone takes a photo of harry and reader on the beach with adella. it goes viral again. he doesn’t comment.

23. adella wants bangs. harry tries to cut them. the results are... unfortunate. reader scolds him.

24. a rainy sunday. adella makes a fort out of blankets. harry reads to her inside it. frances joins. she falls asleep halfway through.

25. adella gets invited to a sleepover. harry spends the night pacing the kitchen. she calls him from her friends house phone crying and asking harry to pick her up.

26. harry and reader take adella to her first movie. she gets scared and climbs into his lap. he watches her more than the film.

27. adella finds a photo of lucy online after googling her father. asks who she is. harry just says, “a nobody.”

28. harry starts carrying adella’s artwork in his wallet. doesn’t tell anyone. pulls it out in meetings like it’s a credential.

29. adella says she wants to be a “baby doctor” when she grows up. harry nods. later looks up the path to pediatrics just in case

30. frances goes missing for an hour. adella cries. they find her asleep in a laundry basket. harry acts like he wasn’t worried.

31. harry takes adella to the bookstore and ends up reading four picture books aloud on the floor. two people recognize him. he doesn’t care.

32. adella brings home a class pet for the weekend. it’s a turtle named banana. frances does not approve.

33. harry overhears another dad at daycare say “he’s too old to be her father.” he doesn’t say anything. but his jaw clenches all the way home.

34. adella has her first ballet recital. harry claps before it’s over. cries in reader's arms when she curtsies.

35. lucy is interviewed for a podcast. she says she “dodged a bullet” not marrying harry. someone sends him the clip. he doesn’t finish it.

36. harry tries to assemble a dollhouse for adella’s birthday. refuses help. ends up reading the manual with a flashlight at 2 a.m.

37. adella sees a street performer and tips him with a sticker. harry adds a twenty behind her back.

38. harry burns dinner by accident. they eat cereal on the floor of the kitchen. reader reassures him. adella says it’s her favorite night ever.

39. someone takes a photo of harry holding adella’s lunchbox with a cartoon bear on it. it circulates online with the caption “he used to be terrifying.”

40. adella wants matching shoes. harry wears bright pink sneakers for a week straight.

41. lucy sees harry in the park. adella is on his shoulders. reader is laughing. they don’t say hi.

42. harry and reader drop adella off at a birthday party and get roped into helping with crafts. leaves with glitter on his pants and in her hair.

43. adella finds out about harry’s “old life” before her. she asks if he was famous. he says he was important. “now i’m yours.”

44. adella loses a tooth at dinner. they all scream. frances runs under the couch.

45. harry and reader see a little boy push adella at the playground. he doesn’t step in since reader stops him. adella pushes back. “she’s got your temper,” he whispers.

46. harry helps adella with her math homework. it ends with a call to maya. and two glasses of wine.

47. they go on a trip to disneyland. harry forgets to pack adella’s stuffed sheep. turns the car around.

48. harry gets recognized at a parent-teacher conference. “you’re harry castillo.” adella says, “his name is daddy.”

49. harry writes “i love you” on a post-it in adella’s lunchbox. she keeps it in her pencil case for months.

50. harry lets adella paint his nails. he wears the chipped purple polish to a meeting in london without noticing.

51. adella gets gum in her hair. harry googles ten different remedies before just cutting it. he keeps the tiny curl in a drawer.

52. they get caught in the rain walking home from school. reader waits at home impatient. harry gives adella his jacket. she tells him he looks like a wet mushroom.

53. an interviewer asks harry if he regrets leaving the public eye. he just looks at the photo of adella on his lock screen and says, “not even a little.”

54. adella finds her mom's ring on the bathroom counter and wears it on a chain to school. harry nearly cries when her teacher mentions it.

55. lucy sends a gift “for the baby.” it arrives a year late. harry throws it away without opening it.

[dandelionsresilience]

whether the internet becomes an intolerable surveillance state, ubiquitous subscription model, or unusably ad- or AI-ridden shithole, I think we need to remember

how to do things offline

either on your personal hard drive (just because it’s an app doesn’t mean the information is stored in your device) or on paper. I’m not saying the collapse of the internet is imminent, and I’m not suggesting we do everything completely without technology, or even stop using it until we have to. (to be clear, I also don’t think the internet will just blink out of existence, suddenly stop being a thing at all; rather I think it might continue to lose its usefulness to the point where it’s impossible to get anything done. anyway) but some people may have forgotten how we got by before the internet (I almost have!), and the younger generation might not have experienced it at all.

I figure most people probably use the internet mainly for communication with friends and family, entertainment and creation (eg. writing), and looking up how to do things, so here’s how to do those things offline:

First and most importantly, download everything important to you onto at least one hard drive and at least one flashdrive! files can get corrupted and hardware can get damaged or lost, but as long as you keep backup copies, you have much-closer-to-guaranteed access versus hoping a business doesn’t decide to paywall, purge, or otherwise revoke your access. I would recommend getting irreplaceable photos printed as well

download and/or print/write down:

anything important to you - photos/videos, journals, certificates, college transcripts

contact info - phone numbers and/or addresses of friends/family (know how to contact them if you can’t use your favourite messaging app), doctors (open hours would be good too), veterinarians if you have pets, and work

how-to’s - recipes (one, two), emergency preparedness (what do I do if… eg. I smell gas)

other things you might google: cleaning chemicals to NOT mix, what laundry tag symbols mean, people food dogs and cats can and can’t eat, plant toxicity to pets

and know offline ways to find things out - local radio station, newspaper, a nearby highway rest area might have a region map, public libraries usually have a bunch of resources

also, those of you who get periods should strongly consider not using period tracking apps! here’s how to track your period manually

free printable period tracker templates (no printer? public libraries usually charge a few cents per page, or you can recreate it by hand)

moving on to entertainment, you can still get most media for free! it’s completely legal to download your favourite movies to your own personal hard drive, you just can’t sell or distribute copies (not legal advice)

movies: wcostream.tv (right click the player) - the url changes every once in a while but usually redirects; I recently noticed that it’s hiding a lot of movies behind “premium,” so it may or may not work anymore | download youtube videos

music: how to get music without streaming it | legal free downloads

games: steamunlocked.net - doesn’t have every game and can be slow to update, but very reliable

books: free online libraries | legal free downloads

otherwise passing time:

active outdoor games

for road trips (social verbal games)

for when power’s out

for sheltering in place (not all offline, but good ideas)

board games (often found at thrift stores)

ad-free customisable games collection (mobile)

read, write, draw, or whatever your craft is, sing, dance, clean, reorganise, take a bath

go outside - excuses include napping (if safe), eating, reading, finding cool plants/animals/rocks, playing with the dog

places to go include:

zoos and museums can be surprisingly cheap

parks and nature preserves

library, mall, or game shop

and a few miscellaneous things for good measure:

time budgeting | household management

how to use a planner | I’ve had success with visually blocked-out schedules like these

please add on if you have any other offline alternatives to common uses of the internet!

[grocito]

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[ruinix]

you are craving cookies and Luke makes them for you

Hello, anon. Sorry, this took a long time. Sorry it got overtaken. It took me a while to get into writing Lukey. Also, the cookies picture is from this recipe. I definitely did not drool when I found it. Also, for me, Luke gives off that energy that he can bake anything he wants because he follows amazing recipes, y’know, but take away the recipes…that’s a different topic 😅 😅 Anyway, hope you like this 💙

Cookies, Coffee, and Milk

TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Fluff (cuddles and kisses), a bit of overthinking Lukey

Count: 1171 words | Masterlist | Taglist

You want cookies. Luke isn’t sure what cookies, because you didn’t tell him last night and he didn’t ask. He should’ve asked.

Maybe you meant Girl’s Scout Cookies or Oreos or Chips A’hoy or whatever brand. Maybe you meant cookies in those fancy bakeries. Maybe the cookies in Starbucks. There really are too many cookies out there, and he was sure you meant one of those. He could’ve asked you what you wanted. It would just take a single text or call, but he didn’t. He was just sure you mentioned cookies because he mentioned that he would be grocery shopping today, which he did.

After minutes—almost an hour—of contemplating in the cookie aisle, he decided to make cookies instead.

Powered by a quick—not really ‘quick’, he probably spent another half an hour to decide which recipe to use—google search, he got all the ingredients. He decided to make chocolate chip cookies, until he saw a jaw of marshmallow fluff. The next thing he knew was he changed the recipe to follow to s’mores cookies.

Besides, who doesn’t like smores? Not you…

‘Maybe not you,’ he thought.

He hopes that you like s’mores.

After another hour in the grocery store, he came home and made the cookies. The recipe was so easy to follow, given that he didn’t make the marshmallow fluff. Luke is satisfied with what he made. He’s proud of it. All he needs to do is wait for you to come home and eat them. He’s totally praying that you’ll like them. He did make them for you. Just you.

As he cleans up his mess and arranges the groceries, he starts to overthink though.

What if you don’t like s’mores?

What if it’s too sweet for you?

What if you don’t like the chocolates he put in it?

What if you’re allergic to marshmallow? That can’t be! He saw you put marshmallows in your hot chocolate.

He gasps. What if you’re allergic to eggs? He put eggs there. The recipe told him to. He has no choice but to follow it. He has no idea what to substitute for eggs—Wait, what’s he talking about? You two eat eggs for your breakfast all the time. Damn, he’s such an idiot.

Shaking his head, he runs a hand through his curls as he leans back on the kitchen counter. He should relax, but he doesn’t. He continues to fuss.

He places the now-cooled cookies on a plate. He needs to heat them up when you come home. He makes sure the mugs are clean. Speaking of mugs, he contemplates if you will prefer milk or coffee with the cookies. So, he starts a batch of coffee, places a carton of milk in the fridge. Cold milk sounds great with gooey cookies…But what if you like warm milk? To ease his nerves, he places another carton of milk near the microwave.

He almost starts to pace, but somehow, he finds himself on the sofa then ends up napping after just a minute of lying down.

“Luke,” your gentle voice rouses him from sleep.

The sigh that escapes his lips when you kiss his forehead is of relief. You’re home. You are gazing at him while kneeling on the carpet. You’re already wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, meaning you found him all knocked out. Gosh, you’re pretty.

“How’s your day, sweets?” He murmurs, grabbing you by your waist and lifting you to settle on him.

“My day is amazing. Thank you for asking,” you giggle, a blush spotting your cheeks, when he flips your position so you’re under him.

Luke sighs again, rubbing his face into your chest, breathing in your scent. You haven’t showered yet so he can still smell your perfume. Gosh, sweet vanilla. He’s so glad that you chose that for today. It reminds him of the cookies he made. Instead of being all panicky, his mind is nothing but peaceful, because you’re holding him. He feels so at ease with your hands running through his messy curls, with your nails delightfully scratching over his scalp, with your warmth around him.

“How’s yours? I see you made coffee,” you ask.

He groans, “It’s cold now, isn’t it? Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Wanna drink some with me?” You smile. “Let me—”

He cuts you off with a kiss. Just a soft peck. “Just wait here. I’ll prepare it. No looking.”

You let out another giggle. You’re clearly amused by him, but you nod, giving him a few more kisses on his face before letting him go do his thing. You’re so sweet that you warm his heart. Every time.

Honestly, Luke can just ask you which drink you prefer, but he still doesn’t. He prepares mugs off coffee, warm and cold milk, and glasses of water, while he heats up the cookies. The smell is spreading through the whole apartment, but that’s just a simple snippet of his surprise. Can he call this a surprise? He shrugs at the thought.

After he finishes, he takes the whole spread to the coffee table, sitting down next to you. He clears his throat like an unspoken signal, so you’ll open your eyes. When you do, Luke is a blushing mess.

“I made cookies,” he declares as if you aren’t already seeing the cookies of varying sizes. “I hope you—”

Luke’s eyes widen when you pounce to grab on cookie and take a huge bite, doing the loud exhales with your mouth because the cookies are hot! He immediately hands you the glass of cold milk, “What were you thinking? They’re clearly hot!”

“They look yummy,” you say after gulping down what’s in your mouth. “They are! So good, Lukey. You made them for me?”

Your eyes are so wide, full of happiness that they’re basically twinkling. You grin with the corners of your eyes crinkling so beautifully that he nearly chokes on air. His cheeks are so hot. You actually like them. There’s no doubt. You never lie. Never. He feels so happy when you take another cautious bite.

“We got lots of drinks though.” You chuckle. “Wanna find out which goes the best with your wonderful cookies?”

“Yeah.” Luke nods, greedily taking in every compliment he gets. “I can make more cookies when we finish them.”

“Yes, please!” You cheer, nodding as hard as he does. “Thank you, Lukey.”

“Just wanna do it for you, sweets.”

Luke doesn’t know that his face can get any hotter, but it does. He might be a tomato right now, but you are too.

Both of you share a laugh before you start sampling the cookies with the drinks.

Cookies work well with coffee and milk. Luke isn’t sure which one is better though. He just agrees with whatever you say about the combinations. As he agrees, he is taking mental notes. If he’s going to make these cookies again, he must know which drink you like the best with them.

Afterall, he’s only making them for you.

[a-killer-obsession]

OKAY I DID IT, I FIGURED OUT THE LAYOUT

Disclaimer: it seems like the size of the ship changes every time we see it, but the newest eps vs wano seem pretty consistent so I went with that and used Wire's height for scale

Floor layouts under the cut ✂️

Edit: you can find clearer/more detailed versions here

Layout based on the 31 member crew that Oda confirmed. I also took in to account that a significant portion of the members are fucking massive, so everything is bigger which matches the scale it's drawn in. Floors are approx 5m high with 2m wide doors in most places, which makes sense when a good portion of the crew are 3m tall.

Sorry about my handwritting lmao I'm so tired but I have serious brainworms and couldn't sleep

The specifics:

Kid's Floor

Of course he has his own floor

Quarters include his own private dining space which I imagine would also include a workdesk, bedroom with king sized bed and probably a couch, walk in closet, and bathroom definitely large enough for a massive tub

Workshop also has bathroom entrance for when he's feelin lazy

Ladder space in the middle goes straight through, this is so crew going to the castle deck don't access his floor

Commander's floor

Heat, Wire and Killer have their own rooms and a private lounge just for them and Kid

Heat and Wire share a large bathroom, definitely big enough for normal bath

Heat and Killer have king sized beds, Wire's bed is almost as wide as a king but mostly it's made especially long

Small decking that runs the whole way around, unspoken rule that crew aren't allowed there since windows peer into commander's rooms

Killer could probably fit a drumkit in his room 👀

Cannon Deck

We get peeks of this in the anime and in Oda's notes but they're fuzzy so I just did my best

Made a mistake tho, cannon platform should be whole way around back like a U shape to account for 3 cannons facing backwards, total 9 cannons

Theoretically this is where the helm should be so uh that's where I put it

Screenshots make it look like they also store a lot of other weapons here

Main deck

Forecastle includes navigation room with bookcases, central table, and desk for paperwork

Forecastle also has infirmary with two longer than normal beds to account for larger crewmates, and a desk for crew doctor to keep notes

Door between nav and infirmary cos Kid is lazy

Kitchen and pantry. Given the rooms are 5m from floor to ceiling I imagine that pantry would have a small mezzanine accessed by a ladder to take advantage of vertical space (and would be a sick place to nap)

Galley/dining hall contains 3 bench style tables, seating 10 large crewmates each, with one extra fancy chair at the end of one for Kid

Lower deck

Did my best to do some math to figure out how many larger than normal beds were required and decided on 6 bunks for 12 larger crewmates

Additional rooms for average sized crewmates include 4 rooms with 2 bunks each, and one room with 1 bunk, making for a total of 30 beds below deck. That means, counting the commanders for the 31, there are currently 3 empty beds, so a few rooms aren't complete full

Probably looks like fuck all space but its actually significant for a ship living quarters

According to google you only need 1 toilet per 10 people and 1 shower per 40 but that seems like BS. Bathroom has 4 large, accessible sized toilets, 4 showers, long benches down the center and a long counter with plenty of space and mirrors for makeup, given how many crewmates wear it

Also, storage room. Could be converted to extra room for another bunk

Hold

Access via ladder

4 cells. No toilets, you get a bucket ✌️ tbh might not even have beds but there's room for em anyway

Desk in case they need to keep an eye on prisoners

3 storage rooms, but i think one of these would actually be a torture room. Probably the one by the desk.

Mechanisms for power and water are probably in one of these rooms as well as a lot of materials for ship repairs

Also of note

Crows nest is definitely big enough for a bench, definitely big enough for... activities. Not as big as the Sunny's though I dont think a gym would fit, I think it'd be more likely that gym equipment is kept on the cannon deck

Idk if the mizzenmast is supposed to go all the way through but that physically can't happen with where the helm needs to be based on screenshots so ✌️

Crows nests are definitely access via climbing nets

Please absolutely feel free to use this as a reference for fanfictions, but I'd appreciate a shout out if you do 💖

[suratan-zir]

Have you made a lot of money from your brazen misinformation? When your last hour comes, will you take your money to the grave? – "Woe to the liars, the hypocritical, those who distort the truth, those who praise the unrighteous." "Only a liar who is also a hypocrite can be worse than a liar!" "Any violation of the truth is not only a kind of suicide for a liar, but also a blow to the health of human society" "Liars are the cause of all sins and crimes in the world" “Pigs are dirty, but I will tell you something dirtier: Liars! Untruth always smells like rotten garbage!”“A liar is a liar and lives on the lies he tells and dies in a life of lies.”…

Yes actually, I'm filthy rich. My pay per post is 1 billion hryvnias and a bowl of borscht. You do the math. I have no more place to store my hryvnias, send help.

Let's talk seriously. I'm assuming you're coming at me because of my last post. Now, I am not a journalist, not a media outlet, not even an influencer, I ran a shitty little tumblr blog where I can post whatever I chose.

So by all means, this is not a source of completely officially verified information. All I can guarantee to my followers is that I don't intentionally post any lies, but I am only human.

Let's be skeptical! The photo in my previous post was published only today, and although it was reposted by the official United24 account, we currently don't have the name of the person in the picture, nor do we know their full story.

Therefore, it absolutely has a potential to be fake. But where is the lie in the things I said? You want more material?

Following videos have been published by the russian barbarians themselves, open at your own risk, you won't be able to unsee it. These are the tortures that russians subjects each other to (I won't provide any video descriptions because it's vile): x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x

These are the results of a quick and lazy search. Many of these videos are very recent, some go way back. You have to keep in mind that this is what they chose to film and share, you can only imagine what goes unrecorded.

Now, these are videos of russians torturing or executing Ukrainian POWs: x, x, x, x, x, there is a video where russians decapitate Ukrainian POW with a knife but no one should look at it (trust me) so here's an article with the video description, also here, x, x, intercepted orders, x, x, x, x, x, x... and I can't search for these no more. I can't do this to myself.

You can simply google "russians torturing pows" and find enough articles with sources.

I have previously posted enough photos of exchanged Ukrainian POWs who look as if they came straight out of concentration camps.

Or, here's russian "rusich" group calls for the execution of Ukrainian POWS. Openly. aleksey milchakov from said "rusich" explains why it's "humane" not to take prisoners.

Where is the lie? Where did I lie? Don't bother replying.

If any of the photos I have shared previously were somehow fake - any of them - it does not negate the fact that the russians are open and proud war criminals, savages. It's their entire military doctrine, heavily influenced by the prison customs, btw. You can google "dedovshchina" as well, have fun.

None of what I said about russia was a lie. If anything, I am being way too careful with my words.

[gremlin-girly]

The Crassula Conundrum

Bucky Barnes x reader

Dividers by me, made in canva pro. Credit to the OG artists for the art :)

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through an AI machine.

Tags/warnings: Fluff, mutual pining, kissing

Summary: You gift Bucky a crassula and he vows to take care of it... but accidentally ends up "killing" it.

Word count: ~1k

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He tried.

He really, really tried.

But the plant just... died.

He googled everything from over-watering to too much sun but he couldn't figure it out. Maybe he had the opposite of green fingers - he wouldn't be surprised if they were true considering his kill list was longer than his metal arm.

Still. This plant was important. You had gotten it for him as a moving in gift when he bought his new apartment; complete with a big bow around the pot's centre.

And now you were going to visit when you got back from your mission and he had to find a replacement fast. He needed one that was similar in size, colour and maybe if he bought a new pot it would be better?

Determined, Bucky found the closest plant shop the following day and picked up a new Crassula. He'd only remembered the name because you'd explained it brought good luck and he was lucky he'd taken a picture of his limp gift before arriving because the sheer amount of greenery was overwhelming. He picked up food, a new funky pot and some extra soil. Surely, with his old plant out of sight, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference?

Bucky frowned to himself. He still felt horrendously guilty. It was supposed to be just a plant. He shouldn't care. But he did.

For a plant.

Sighing, Bucky headed back to his apartment with his duplicate plant and hoped you couldn't tell the difference.

It died.

Again.

Bucky had his head in his hands as he tried to think of what he'd done wrong. Maybe it was existing. He moved the sorry, soggy plant on the furthest ledge next to the first one and sighed.

You were due back by the end of the week and he was spending more money on plants than he cared to admit. He knew that the moment you'd see the damn thing you'd get all excited, your face would light up with that thousand-watt grin that made his super-soldier knees wobble.

So, not having a plant was out of the question.

Grabbing his jacket, Bucky headed back out to get another plant. After all, third time's the charm.

It must have been some sort of colossal cosmic joke.

The third plant had also died and - even worse! - within the first twenty-four hours of Bucky bringing it back. When he'd visited the plant store again the clerk actually recognised him as he checked out.

"You really like those plants, huh?" He said with a cheery smile.

Bucky offered a wry one in return, adding a small bouquet of tulips alongside his newest crassula purchase. If this one failed he could at least give you some prettier flowers by way of apology. "Something like that."

Bucky's apartment always had a certain je ne sais quoi about it that you loved. Perhaps it was the view of the city from twelve stories up, or the way Alpine could lounge happily in the sun, or perhaps it was just because Bucky was there.

As you stood outside his door waiting to be let in, you couldn't help but feel nervous. You were only catching up as friends. Teammates. Coworkers.

But when you said you hadn't eaten, Bucky had insisted on cooking chilli for you so now your passing visit had evolved to dinner. Which wasn't a bad thing, per se, it had happened before - but it was becoming harder and harder for you to ignore the fact that your grumpy team leader managed to make your heart flutter. Especially when he looked at you with that soft smile that reached his baby blues.

The door is thrown open suddenly, Bucky looking frazzled in a white vest that's marked with tomato sauce and... soil?

"Hey," he grins. "You're early."

"By like five minutes." You smile back. "Smells good."

"I - yes - secret recipe." He stands awkwardly in the doorway.

"You gonna invite me in?" You raise an eyebrow at him and he sheepishly smiles and steps aside before offering to take your jacket.

"Thanks." You say, rubbing your now-bare arms awkwardly before following his direction to head through into the kitchen. The good smell only get stronger and your stomach rumbles at the smell of beef and spices, drawing you tantalisingly closer to the giant pot on the stove.

"There's drinks in the refrigerator!" Bucky shouts from the hall. "Help yourself!"

You resist taking a spoonful of chilli and meander to the fridge but as you open it, a plastic pot and crassula crash onto your head. You're panick-stricken immediately as you watch the plant, soil and roots roll along the floor unbroken before the soil crumbles as it bumps into a cupboard.

You curse, trying to scoop it back up. Why had Bucky put it on the top of the fridge? Where was the ceramic pot you bought him? Did he secretly hate it?

Upon touching the soil you realise it's far too wet. Your fingers sink in and stain black and you frown; that wasn't good. You don't even hear Bucky's footsteps behind you until it's too late.

"I'm so sorry Buck." You say hurriedly, still kneeling by the body of the plant. "I didn't even see it on top of the fridge. I-"

You pause, noticing he looks a bit sheepish and behind him spot a second crassula plant, in a pot you definitely didn't gift him. You frown and point at it wordlessly and Bucky follows your gaze to the small table tucked by the wall.

He wants the ground to swallow him. He didn't think you would spot it.

"I can explain." He says quickly, kneeling to help you with the soil. As he helps put the sodden soil back he - despite being horribly embarassed - explains what happened with the plants. You listen and try not to laugh, feeling your heart warm at the sentiment behind his three new crassula plants.

"They're all fine Buck." You tell him once he's finished and he looks up at you incredulously.

"No way."

"You've overwatered and underwatered them but... new soil and a sunny spot should fix that." You say with a small smile. "You could have texted me to ask you know."

You reach up to boop soil onto his nose. "Worry wart."

"Oh, you're gonna pay for that." Bucky sneers playfully, making a grab for you and pulling you against him. You squeal and attempt to wriggle away but Bucky's grasp is too strong.

However, when you crane your neck to poke your tongue out at him, Bucky is already looking down at you, face crinkled into a smile. He initiates the kiss, soft and tender and you relax in his grip, heart thudding, and lean into his chest letting him kiss you on the kitchen floor like it's the most romantic place in the world. You can feel his heart beating as quickly as yours and - after a few brief moments - they synch up and beat in perfect harmony.

Maybe those plants were good luck after all.

End

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