#ask me about the watering requirements for beans

[oreoambitions]

housemate: we should make zucchini bread me: should we... grow some zucchini housemate: ... buying it from the store *does* feel a little like cheating now, yeah

[megamindsecretlair]

Every Dose of Me

Pairing: Isaac x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. PWP, Filth, cursing, PIV, oral (fem receiving) size kink, daddy kink. All consensual. Established relationship. Heavy use of n-word.

Summary: You woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning and Isaac has a few ideas about how to wake you up.

Word Count: 1,413k

A/N: I'm not sure if others peeped what I peeped, but that man get to yelling and I'm on my knees. So let me know if you want more! I'm also not married to the moodboard, so it might change. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

Taglist: @planetblaque @blowmymbackout @browngirldominion @sageispunk @harmshake @amethyst0 @ciaqui @we-outsiiiide @iv0rysoap @thecookiebratz @blackerthings @tranquilfandomer

You woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Isaac was not in bed with you, which wasn’t typical of him. You got out of bed with a grunt, already not having a great start.

You padded into the living room in your fuzzy house slippers, wondering where the fuck Isaac was and why he wasn’t delivering your morning kisses. You heard his voice somewhere in the house, speaking harshly to somebody.

You followed the sound of his voice to the living room, where he sat on the couch in nothing but his gray sweatpants. You stood there staring at his bare chest, admiring the view. He was thick in all the right places, giving you something to hold on to while you were fucking. The tattoos covering his body only highlighted the planes and valleys of his physique, making your mouth water so shortly after waking up.

You scratched at your bonnet, staring at him while he talked. “As soon as we find that nigga, let me know,” Isaac said into the phone. When he caught you staring in the doorway, he looked at you.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said. His whole demeanor changed. It was subtle, since Isaac wasn’t the type to do more than a quick smile. But it was the way his shoulders drooped. The way his face softened as he looked at you. 

“Hmm,” you grunted. You weren’t shit in the morning before your cup of coffee. Could barely be qualified as a person. 

Isaac narrowed his eyes. “I said good morning, beautiful,” he said.

You yawned, stretching. His T-shirt that you wore to bed rose up over your bare legs. You scratched at your bonnet once more, heading into the kitchen. You mournfully looked at the empty pot. 

Isaac got you one of those fancy Keurig machines. Your favorite coffee at the press of a button. But the water tank was empty and you resented the amount of energy required to refill it. But your need for coffee overrode your grumpiness, so you shuffled towards the pot, pressing the on button, and grabbing the water tank.

“Fuck wrong with you?” Isaac asked. You hadn’t heard him follow you into the kitchen, nor did you hear him calling after you. It really was a weird morning.

“Nothing, nigga,” you grunted. You refilled the water tank and placed it under the Keurig. Issac’s hand wrapped around your bicep and pulled you towards his towering embrace. He stared down at you as if you’d lost your ever loving mind. 

“Fuck all this attitude about?” He asked.

You opened your mouth to say something, prepared to tell him that it wasn’t you, it was the coffee. It was a weird morning. There something wrong with the planets. Something else was the cause. Not your fault. 

However, Isaac wasn’t waiting for a response. He dragged you away from the Keurig, roughly picking you up and planting you on the kitchen table.

“What the fuck, Isaac!” You yelled out, pushing at his chest. The Keurig hummed and hissed, steam rising from the pot. You only needed to finish getting your coffee. Finish that sweet bean juice to wake you up and get your day started. 

He settled down into a chair, scraping it against the linoleum floor as he pushed inward. You pushed at him once more. He knew you were a bear before your coffee. 

“Yo ass always grumpy about somethin’, damn,” he complained. 

“What are you doing?” You asked, though it ought to be obvious what he was planning. Your mind wasn’t working however, too focused on the hiss and rise of the steam that meant the water was nice and hot. 

“I’m hungry,” he said. He winked at you, leaning forward to bite your thigh. 

It was your turn to hiss. You grabbed onto his broad shoulder, leaning back a bit to see what he was up to. He used his thumbs to spread your pussy lips, tongue diving in to lick you.

“Oh shit,” you moaned. 

Okay, maybe there was more than one way to wake up. Isaac took his time, getting your clit wet with his saliva. He teased you, his tongue swirling around your clit in slow, torturous circles that made your thighs quiver. 

Your pussy throbbed under his careful ministrations. Your fingers dug into his bare shoulders, admiring the strength of him. He was such a man. Something about a man you couldn’t tell what to do had your body responding like a magnet to him. 

Your breathy sighs and moans increased as he tasted you. Tasted the slow, creamy essence dripping down your inner thighs. Isaac moaned at your sweet taste. At the way you gripped onto him. At the way your sighs pushed your pussy into his awaiting mouth. 

“Fuck, baby, I’m finna cum. I’m finna cum,” you moaned.

“Cum on then,” he said into your pussy. He flattened his tongue, giving you one long stripe from entrance to clit. You screamed out, clutching his head to your pussy as you jerked and twisted, so overcome with pleasure that your vision winked out. 

Isaac teased and licked you through it, moaning, sending vibrations down your legs. You shook violently as he finished sopping up whatever you eked out. He stood then, pushing back the chair. 

“Yo ass awake now?” He asked.

You looked down at the dark tent of his pants, signaling that he was turned on. “No, I need more help,” you said with a small grin. 

Isaac licked his lips, tongue peeking out as he dropped his sweats low enough to reveal his long dick. He tapped the tip against your pussy, making wet smacks echo in the tiny kitchen. 

You moaned. Still a little sensitive from your orgasm, you couldn’t take the teasing. You reached for him, guiding him to your entrance. You looked into his eyes and moaned, the ragged thing bruising your throat. 

Isaac leaned down and kissed you as you guided him inside, to fill you up exactly as you needed. You were wide awake now. Whatever foul mood you had evaporated with every inch Isaac delivered. 

You tasted yourself on his tongue, tasted how much he turned you on. The wet, warm press of his lips rivaled the fire he started at your core. He was too big to bottom out inside of you, but every inch that was inside felt like its own particular magic. 

He worked his hips, pulling out of you and then sliding back in. “OH fuck,” you moaned, dropping your head forward on his chest.

“There’s my beautiful girl,” Isaac groaned. His strokes were lazy, smooth, and filled with tiny curses falling from his lips like being inside you was heaven. He made love to you and you wrapped your legs around his waist to keep him close. Keep him right there.

He licked his thumb, dropping it to your clit. Your hand slapped against his chest as you turned pleading eyes towards him. “Fuck, baby, please,” you moaned. 

“Please what? What you need?” He asked. 

“Fuuuck,” you cried out. 

You couldn’t tell him. You couldn’t make your words work. Couldn’t find the proper order to put them in to tell him to keep doing exactly what he was doing. His strokes combined with his thumb and the nasty look in his eyes had you panting, orgasm rising to the surface like the break of the ocean against the shore.

“Tell me what you need,” he demanded.

“More. Faster.”

His strokes remained the same steady pace as he furiously worked his thumb against your clit. You began tweaking, twitching, grabbing onto his arms and holding on as you cursed, a keening whine leaving your lips like a wounded animal. 

Your release triggered his own as he let himself cum inside you, fucking his cum so deep you wanted it to last forever. 

“Got damn,” he moaned. He pulled you closer to him, dropping kisses to your lips, cheeks, and neck. When the last of his cum left him, he stayed planted inside of you. You were sweaty and gross now but Isaac smiled at you like you were the most beautiful woman in the world. 

“You awake now, baby?” He asked.

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.” You lifted your chin so he could plant another kiss on you.

“We gon’ try this shit again. Good morning, beautiful,” he said. He kissed your forehead and you melted.

“Good morning, Big Daddy.”

The end.

There may be more, but ya'll gotta let me know if you liked this one!

The Secret Isaac Files

[roxygen22]

Boats and Babies

"My Little Cocoa Bean" Series

Summary: The Wonka family takes a trip to the beach.

"You...what?!" you asked incredulously.

"I bought a boat!" Willy repeated gleefully. You stood in the kitchen frozen, mouth agape trying to process the information. He let you stand there a few awkward moments before he finally added with a snicker, "Just for the weekend."

"Don't you DO that to me, Willy Wonka!" You bopped him on the arm with the wooden spoon in your hand with your exaggeration of "do." He laughed and feigned hurt from your retaliation. "So you RENTED a boat. And what are you going to do with a boat, pray tell?"

"WE are going on an outing this weekend. Just the three of us. As much as I love the world of our own that we have carved out on land, I do sometimes miss the sea," his voice trailed off.

You loved the idea of getting out of town for a bit, enough to forgive his earlier prank. You and Willy hadn't taken a trip since Ben was born. The boy was finally big enough to handle some adventure and had been obsessed with boats as of late.

You spent the rest of the week gathering up what you would need for some fun in the sun with a toddler in tow. Willy mapped out a route to a beach far enough away for a fun boat ride but close enough not to require an overnight stay.

The day finally came to pack up the boat and launch. Ben clapped as the family walked to the docks. One of his favorite things to do lately was to look at the boats. You and Willy had kept your plans quiet from the boy.

"I have a surprise for you, Bean," Willy said as he knelt down to the boy's level. "How would you like to actually go for a ride on a boat?"

Ben looked up at you both with eyes as big as saucers. "Really?!" he shouted.

"Really!" Willy responded with equal excitement. You all walked a little further down the dock. "Here she is." He stepped down into the boat, then turned and gestured for Ben to come closer. Suddenly nervous, the boy attached himself to your leg.

Willy patiently held out his arms. "It's alright, Bean. I've got you." Timidly, Ben stepped closer and reached out to his father, who deftly scooped him up and set him down in the boat. Ben clung to Willy's shirt as the boat rocked. "Don't worry, son. You'll get your sea legs eventually. Now, let's get this lifejacket on you so I can help Mamma get our things into the boat."

Once he got the boy settled, Willy grabbed and stowed the bags, then offered you his hand. It had been a while since your last boat ride, so you felt a little shaky, too. You lost your balance slightly and fell back into Willy, who caught you by the elbows. "Well, hello there." He grinned down at you and waggled his eyebrows. More than six years together, and he was still a flirt.

As expected from a lifetime on the water, Willy was a natural at prepping and launching the boat. Soon, you were out on open water. Ben relaxed and took in the sights, though he kept a tight grip on your hand. You enjoyed the feeling of the wind in your hair, and when you closed your eyes, you felt like you were flying. You looked back at Willy with a huge smile and found him staring back at you with a content, dreamy smirk.

After an hour or so on the water, the beach appeared on the horizon. As you got closer, Willy jumped over the side to pull the boat to shore and help you both out. Restless from sitting, Ben immediately started running around, picking up shells. Willy cautioned him to stay out of the water until everything was unpacked.

You and Willy got everything set up quickly, complete with blanket for lounging and umbrella for shade. Once set, Willy ran after Ben, grabbed him from behind, and spun him around. The boy shrieked with glee as you all made your way to the water's edge.

Nothing prepared your heart for the sight of Willy wading in the shallows, pants rolled up and holding Ben's chubby little hand. They pointed and chattered about the little creatures in the tide pools as Willy recounted stories of the wide variety of animals he had seen on his voyages. Ben ran back and forth between Willy and you, bringing you shells and pebbles from his scavenging. When they moved on to build sand castles, you stepped away to prepare lunch.

"Alright, my boys. Time to eat!" you called. Willy grabbed up Ben by the waist and hoisted him onto his shoulders.

"Hi, Mamma," he waved from the towering height of his papa's frame as they got to the picnic blanket where you sat. Willy flipped the boy over before gently setting him down beside you.

"Hi, baby. Ready to eat?"

"Yeah! My tummy growly," he said before growling like a bear.

"Mine, too," Willy agreed, growling back.

The boys eagerly devoured the sandwiches you prepared. Exhausted and full, Ben quickly succumbed to the relaxing sounds of the waves hitting the shore and napped in the shade of the umbrella. Willy laid his head in your lap, and you couldn't help but card your fingers through his chocolate curls.

He looked up at you and smiled. "I love you. I love this," looking over at Ben. "I want more."

"Me, too."

Willy quickly propped himself up on an elbow to stare at you. "Really?!"

"You say that a lot, don't you, Mr. Wonka?"* You winked. "Really. I had already been giving it some thought, but seeing you today with Ben convinced me. For someone who was worried he wouldn't know what to do, you're awfully good at being a father."

"And you are the best mother," he replied as he lifted his hand to your cheek. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes with a soft sigh.

"I always wanted a big family," he reminisced as he laid his head back down. "But I never thought it would be in the cards for me. Sometimes, when Mamma had to work and it was too quiet with just me on the boat, I wondered what it would be like to have siblings. That dream died with her until I found Noodle. I don't want Bean to ever be lonely like that."

A tear slipped from your cheek to his as you looked down into his greenish blue eyes. He had such a big heart and so much love to share.

Before you could respond, Ben started to stir, and Willy slipped back into dad mode. He rolled off your lap onto his belly to be level with the boy, chin resting on his forearms. Ben blinked the sleep from his eyes and smiled. "Hi, Papa."

"Hi, Bean. Ready for some more adventure? I think it's high time that I teach you how to swim." You watched the two run back to the water's edge, in awe of Willy's near boundless energy. You knew he'd have no trouble keeping up with another little one. Or two.

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MASTERLIST

*This is an inside joke from when the reader and Willy first met. Read Boxes for more context.

[nogacheloveka-blog]

The Bad Sanses somehow ended up in the Backrooms. №9

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This is the translation of the another post from Russian to English. I understand English, but it is very difficult for me to write in English, so I asked chat GPT to help me. I have corrected some parts, but there still may be mistakes.

I encountered an organization called "To Be Determined". It inspired me to create this drawing. In this organization, there are 6 people who trade highly nonfunctional and peculiar items. I immediately imagined it as a shop run by lost Temmies (Flowey and Bob) from different AUs within Backrooms.

I noticed that there aren't that many prepared posts about bad guys in the backrooms - maybe two or three more. A couple of weeks ago, I started a new job and haven't been drawing much.

I think these posts about bad guys will be once a week, on Saturdays.

Please wish me inspiration =)

The new rooms were similar to Level 0 in their structure. Clusters of office rooms, with and without office furniture. But now there was a pleasant addition in the form of windows. The closed door of the previous place, as before, disappeared behind them when they passed through it. Nightmer seemed calmer without the negative water supply. (Again, being able to clearly distinguish the auras of his wards was definitely pleasant)

After some wandering, Nightmare sensed another presence nearby. Within seconds, everyone heard a distant

“HOOOOY!”

This exclamation certainly wasn’t what Nightmare wished to hear, yet if these were Temmies (or something like them), then they might provide information — even though their brains seemed similar to confetti made of narcotic flakes.  At the same time, the place where the Tems might live cannot be too dangerous.

Following the sound, the group found themselves in a medium-sized office room. Soft bean bag chair (Error felt nostalgic for Antivoid) and strange objects, presumably for sale alongside an old cardboard box, occupied one corner. Something resembling Flowey danced as if trapped in an animation loop near merchandise, becoming slightly animated upon seeing customers. Two monsters dressed similarly to Temmies sat nearby. Bob stood apart, his expression frozen, suggesting he had eaten Temmie Flake.

As it turned out later, two more monsters from this group were missing, busy gathering supplies and goods for the little shop. They all seemed to come from different AUs.

Here were also computers, many of which were operational. They tried to access the Undernet and various sites. They couldn't. Instead, they entered a sort of knowledge base. A local Wikipedia or something similar. The browser already contained open tabs, but they couldn't open new ones - there was no network connection. Someone had left the browser open, he took the equipment with him. And, oh, it seemed they had found gold while looking for copper: by reading the text, they understood that the author of the notebook was making notes from this knowledge base. This was easy to understand by the style. There were about a hundred open tabs: items and entities, but mostly levels. From the amount of new information, their heads were spinning. Some levels were described in an unusual way, requiring attention to details to extract additional information. And nothing about exiting from here. There were levels-dead ends, levels-traps, but nothing about a real exit from here.

However, on the other hand, it became evident that there weren't many people in the Backrooms, and they moved individually due to the nature of how many levels was work. Almost everything here seemed to be trying to kill them. But it appeared that not even the dimension-killer could do anything against their DETERMINATION.

Temmies struggled to provide clear answers regarding humans; instead, they simply told strangers, "Temmies too pieople," and strangers treating them like quirky yet harmless folks. How could such a system work? Perhaps these humans were slightly mad. Or perhaps very tolerant towards others' differences. Either way, avoiding contact would be wise.

The presence of monsters in these places brought some comfort. The Bad Guys weren't the only ones who had a rough time. That was good. But the fact that some other monsters they encountered were distorted beyond recognition - like the Smilers - raised serious concerns. It was nerve-wracking.

While Error, Cross, and Dust were exploring the local equivalent of the internet, others used the suddenly freed-up time for themselves. For example, they tried to trade. They all had some amount of monster gold and items to exchange, which Temmies agreed to accept. Horror bought a "Strange Amulet," sweets, and some food to diversify their diet. Almond Water was certainly good, but it was getting boring, and they never tried to cook Greasy Marshmallow. Considering the amulet useless for himself, Horror gave it to Dast.

Strange Amulet ATK: 10 DEF: 10 Made from butterflies in the stomach. It smells of hopes and dreams turned to dust. Allows forming new friendships.

Killer bought numerous boxes of Temmi Flake and Flowey Seeds, several paint cans, and countless small parts of mechanisms along with some mysterious steel scraps, strange red shavings - it seemed he enjoyed them. He also tried planting grass, but Horror stopped him.

Temmie Flake Restores 1–10 HP and sanity *represented by cut yellow wallpaper soaked in Almond Waters

Flowey Seeds Restore 10 HP *represented by seeds coated in Greasy Marshmallow

Nightmare didn't particularly need any products, but somehow excitedly Temmies looked at his tentacles (too much positivity) and offered a discount. Eventually, he purchased a notebook containing maps of certain stable levels from them. Unfortunately, those maps were unsigned. Since he wasn't sure if damaging traders would be beneficial, he decided to go the honest route this time around. After all, merchants held a special status across worlds.

The group stopped at this location for a couple days to record all the information from the site that could be useful to them. It turned out that sequential exploration of levels was only possible up to level 12. Beyond that, entrances and exits from levels led randomly, and any movement scheme resembled a pot of spaghetti. But in theory, they needed to explore this entire pot to find a way home. There were levels that looked like a one-way ticket, empty, unexplored, strange, surreal, remote, and destroyed. Overall, they could work with this.

Temmies didn't mind their company. Soon returned two departed collectors - underfell!Temmie and Temmie in "Temm Armor". They were surprisingly normal compared to the other merchants and shared some information:

People here can also be dangerous just like Fallen Child of Dungeons;

Many who live outside bases and settlements are mad to varying degrees especially those who haven’t drunk Almond Water for long;

Monsters can safely trade with lone humans;

People at outposts and bases usually think rationally and may attack if they realize you are not human. But even with them, you can negotiate.

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog Killer belongs to RahafWabas Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios Error belongs to CrayonQueen Cross belongs to JakeiArtwork

[godesssiri]

10 Thrifting Tips – Part ? I lost count just check my thrifting tag

1) Make friends with the staff. If you go into a particular thrift store frequently it’s well worth it to get friendly with the staff. Ask them about their day, chat with them about what you’re buying, infodump if you’ve found something exciting and unusual. When the staff get to know you and know what you buy they’ll start pointing out things in the store that have come in since the last time you were there, that fit your interests. They may even start putting things aside for you. Recently I walked into my favorite thrift store and had 2 separate staff members say ‘Oh I’ve got something for you’. Plus having the staff greet you by name and having little inside jokes with them just makes the whole experience more fun.

2) Brita jugs turn up at the thrift store frequently. If tap water in your area is safe but has A Taste, keep an eye out at the thrift store.

3) Coffee making equipment. Capsule coffee makers, the wire racks that hold the capsules, French presses, these all get donated frequently. The occasional espresso machine comes in – and goes out very quickly. Now and then you’ll find pour-over coffee equipment. If you like your bean juice you can get the equipment you need to make fancy bean juice at the thrift store.

4) Handmade pottery mugs. Story time: About 6 or 7 years ago I went into a thrift store and someone had obviously just cleaned out their mug cupboard and donated a pile of handmade pottery. I bought 4 because I thought they were cool, very tactile, nice to hold. This AWOKE something in me. Humans have used handmade pottery for thousands of years and there’s something about holding a handmade mug that sparks a genetic memory of warmth and comfort. Pottery also has much better thermal properties than mass produced ceramic, hot stays hot longer and vice versa with cold. Build up a little collection of handmade pottery mugs from the thrift store, each one has its own personality and it brings joy using them.

5) In the same vein: teaspoons. Build up a collection of fun teaspoons and take joy from using different ones depending on your mood. I have one with an owl on the end and another with a rose, a brass one with a wiggly handle in the shape of a snake, one that has the branding of an airline that now only uses wooden stirrers - probably because people kept pocketing the stainless-steel teaspoons (I always wanted to steal one as a child but never had the nerve). Whenever I need a teaspoon it’s always a little endorphin boost to open the drawer and select the perfect one for today.

6) If you need something to do a specific job, be patient, you will find the perfect thing eventually. I switched to solid shampoo and my old soap dish wasn’t big enough to hold my shampoo bar and my regular soap, so I waited and watched and found the perfect little glass tray that was exactly the right size and fits perfectly on the shelf in my shower. I could have bought a brand new made-for-that-purpose multi soap holder, but it wouldn’t have been as cool looking and when I’m done with it, it wouldn’t necessarily get another life.

7) Gift supplies. Thrift stores often have a selection of unused gift wrap, bags, bows, cards. It’s worth it to sift through what they’ve got and buy any you think you might use – even if you don’t have an immediate use for it. That stuff can get expensive so if you can create a small stash then, when you need it, you won’t have to shell out $$.

8) Look for things that can be made over – or thrift flipped as the DIY content creators like to say. There’s so much satisfaction from looking at something that was plain ugly when you bought it and you’ve turned it into something pretty. It doesn’t need to be a major transformation that requires 5 different power-tools and 100 bucks worth of supplies. It can be as simple as a lick of paint, but every time you look at you will feel good about it.

9) Sometimes it’s worth buying something that’s just really cool and figuring out a use for it later. I bought the coolest little silver plated mustard pot; it has 3 legs and at the top of each leg is a lion head. Do I eat mustard much? No. Did I know what the heck I would use it for? No. I get bad indigestion and keep antacids on hand, I hate how once you tear open the roll, they tend to spill everywhere so I like to put them in something. Guess what holds exactly one roll of antacids? If something is just freaking awesome but you don’t know what you’d use it for, you will find a use (and it will be so much cooler than anything else you might have bought for that purpose).

10) Use the fancy stuff. Don’t ever look at something in a thrift store and think: that’s too fancy, I’ll never use it. If it’s not bought and used it ends up in landfill. Save it from the landfill and use it. Today I bought the most OTT fancy silver pepper shaker to sit next to my stove and hold ground pepper for cooking with, one of my housemates never puts the damn pepper back in the cupboard when he’s finished with it, so now we have this ostentatious silver shaker next to the stove top. One of my dogs can be relied upon to get half of his food on the floor before he hoovers it up, I could have got a plastic mat to feed him on but I had a spare thrifted marble cutting/serving board (I have a problem, I own 3, I have so much trouble resisting them), and another plus - he can’t destroy it like he would a plastic mat. I keep my toothbrush in a crystal bud vase. I decant my micellar water into a bottle shaped like a seahorse. I eat off pretty vintage pink glass plates. Using the fancy stuff from thrift stores both helps you romanticize your own life and it gives these items another life. Do be sensible though, some items made before the early 1970s including glassware and dinnerware contain lead in the decoration so do your due diligence and be safe.

[femmefatalevibe]

I need help on creating good habits like eating correctly and to exercise and stop being lazy❤️

Hi love! Sharing a few tips that have helped me over the years below (for context: I lost around 30-40 pounds around a decade ago and kept most of it off since):

Tips for Healthy Eating Habits:

Adopt a healthier lifestyle out of self-love and improvement, not self-punishment or hatred

Shift into an abundance mindset: What foods and types of movement can you use to add/enrich your life? Focusing on what you're cutting out will only backfire

Prioritize produce: Find fruits and vegetables you love (a decent variety, around 5-10 options, is a good start)

Focus your meals on plant foods: While you don't need to cut 100% of animal foods out of your diet, making at least half of your plate fruits, vegetables, potatoes, or beans will help fill you up and support your vitamin requirements

Research & experiment until you find a rotation of healthy meals you love: Make your healthy eating routine as mindless and straightforward as possible. Once you find a handful of healthful breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snack options you enjoy, it becomes infinitely easier and more enjoyable to stick to a healthier lifestyle

Cook 80-90% of your meals at home. Know what's in your food. Control the amount of any added oil or sweetener you incorporate into any dish.

Decide on at least 2 sweet and 2 savory healthy snack options you can always have on hand to support hunger or a craving throughout the day (mine are fruit bowls, a small bowl of oatmeal [with or without a few almonds], plain popcorn, carrots & hummus, and frozen edamame)

Have fun tea, coffee, and water options available: Always eat if you're truly hungry. But, for the times you're bored or stressed, having a vanilla or cinnamon tea, a cup of cold brew, or a lemon/fruit-infused water can satisfy your desire for some palette simulation

Allow yourself a weekly indulgence and splurge on special occasions. Prioritizing your health, not deprivation, is essential to make your life high-quality and worth living.

Tips to Make Exercise More Effortless & Enjoyable:

Create 2-3, 60-120 minute (1-2 hour) playlists with different upbeat, EDM, or dance party vibes: Use these playlists to set the tone for a long walk or a gym workout

Keep a "Workout Bank" on your Youtube favorites list: Curate a handful of 10-30 minute pilates, strength training, or dance sculpting classes to always have an option available

Block your workout or walk into your schedule: Make a meeting on your calendar, set a reminder or an alarm with an upbeat song on your phone. Make a movement date, and prioritize yourself. It's for your health – your most priceless asset.

Book a workout class with a friend. If you want to go solo, book it a week in advance, and tell at least 2 other people about your plans. Describe the workout class you're taking in as much detail as you can. Pique the other person's interest to incline them to ask you how it was after the class. This social pressure can make you feel more accountable to follow through with your workout in the end.

Dance around your room for 10-30 minutes in the morning before work, after work before dinner, or as a nightcap. Any movement counts.

Practice moderation: Don't try to work out every day. Maybe you can get some steps in or have a solo dance party, but don't try to overdo it and stress out your body. This practice will only lead to quick burnout and no long-term motivation. Sustainable routines win the race.

Hope this helps xx

[ejzah]

The Other Shoe, Part 16

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“Now what do we think we’re doing here?” Deeks asked the bean plant he was trying to untangle from an over enthusiastic cucumber vine. “Come on, that’s just not polite.”

“Should I be worried that you’re talking to the produce?”

Deeks looked over his shoulder, smiling as Sam approached. It reminded him of not so long ago when Sam had come, with his lifesaving offer.

“Only if they start talking back,” Deeks replied. He tossed his gardening gloves to the side. “Can I interest you in a cheeky cucumber or some slightly mature wax beans?”

“Maybe later,” Sam said wryly. “Looks like everything’s flourishing.”

“Yeah, it got a little out of hand while I was convalescing.” He gave Sam a once over. They’d gotten together a few times since Deeks’ release from the hospital, but they’d both been surprisingly between follow up appointments, therapy (for Deeks), and catching up on everything that went to the wayside in the last month. “You look good, man.”

“You too.” Holding out an arm, Sam tugged Deeks in for a firm hug. E squeezed Deeks extra hard once, then stepped back with an approving nod. “Good to see you with some meat back on your bones and some color in your skin. You been back out on the water yet?”

“Just to wade. I got a couple more weeks before I can fully submerge this thing.” Deeks pointed towards his scar and shrugged regretfully. “I can’t wait.”

“You’ll get there,” Sam assured him. “Though if you get eaten by a shark and waste my good kidney, I will kill you.”

“I’ll be careful. What about you? Did you have a good trip with Kam and Aiden?”

“I did. Though Kam spent the entire time worrying over me. Wouldn’t let me cook or clean a thing.”

“Sounds familiar,” Deeks said with a soft grin, gesturing for Sam to follow him into the house. “They’re just glad we’re ok.”

“I know. And I’m grateful, but in terms of recoveries, this one is way down on the list. I didn’t nearly bleed out, wasn’t poisoned or shot,” Sam made a face as he listed off previous injuries.

“You didn’t tell Kam that, did you?” Deeks imagined the youngest Hanna would show just how terrifying she could be if pushed.

“Oh hell no. She’d never let me out of her sight again.”

“Sounds about right. So, when do you go back to the office?” Deeks asked. He grabbed a couple glasses and filled them with iced tea from the fridge, handing one to Sam.

“A couple more weeks. Kilbride is making me take the full medical leave before he’ll discuss anything with me,” Sam explained. “I’ve had some offers from other agencies. I’m gonna see what all my options are before I make any decisions.”

A frisson of guilt ran through Deeks at the reminder that Sam had essentially given up his career for him. He pushed it down, knowing that Sam had know interest in apologies or pity.

“I think I’d like to do something involving teaching. Maybe I’ll look into becoming an adjunct law professor. Or maybe they’ll let me back into FLETC,” Deeks said.

“Either one would be lucky to have you,” Sam told him, then offered a teasing smirk. “Though I’m not sure some of us are brave enough to take on any recruits you’d train. The legal debates alone would be ridiculous.”

“Oh, for sure. It would be a requirement.” Chuckling along with Sam, Deeks traced a bead of condensation sliding down the side of his glass. . “I know you keep saying it’s not necessary, but I appreciate everything you’ve given up for me,” he said. “You’ve literally given me a second change at life.”

Sam accepted the words with a nod and a gentle smile.

“That’s what brothers do for each other.”

“To brothers,” Deeks echoed, holding up his half-empty glass. Sam clinked their glasses together.

[mitochondriencocktail]

Someone sent me a cowbojan prompt but I suddenly can't find it. However... I have rotated it in my head because I loooove a cowboy AU.

Whoever you are, thanks!

Prompt: Cowbojan AU

Getting Tired of the Same Thing

Bojan nods at the newcomer who pulls up on his horse outside the inn, a lively look in his blue eyes that rival the spark before a thunderstorm.

"I'm Jere," the man says. "Where're you from?"

"Name's Bojan," he says. "That's all you need to know about me. We move the cargo, then go our separate ways."

The other man - Jere - reels back at the bluntness of Bojan's words, but nods back, an acknowledgement. An unspoken agreement. More of the same, just as Bojan expected.

-

"You never answer my question..." Jere asks on the second night of their journey. It's an easy parcel delivery, but two riders required for the security of it all. Bojan's employer had briefed that Jere was a quick draw with his pistol, something about twitching fingers and fast hands.

"What question?" Bojan says around a mouthful of beans.

"Where you are from."

"There's no use in getting to know others when you're just an errand boy," Bojan grouses, poking at his plate of beans around the fire that flickers and licks their face with light. He steals a glance upwards at Jere, watching the warm colors wash over his sun-kissed face and dark hair.

"You say that, but... do you not ever get tired of same things? Loneliness, canned food, never having home?"

Bojan shrugs.

"You get used to it."

His companion, Jere, opens his mouth as if to say something, but then shuts it. Shakes his head. Tries again. "Yeah, you do."

Bojan wishes he'd have said something else. Anything else.

-

"They say the veil gets kinda thin 'round these parts," Bojan finds himself saying one night, tucked into his bedroll. The fire has burnt down to just embers and all they have above them are stars draped from one end of the sky to the edge of the mountains.

"Oh?"

"Yeah." Bojan's throat closes at the realization of what he's just said. The embarrassment of having spoken so suddenly and without reason.

Enough time passes that he thinks Jere's fallen asleep until he hears, "What kind of story you hear?"

Bojan rolls on his side to face Jere, even if he can barely make out his face in the dark. He summons from deep within his belly tales about snakes who arc up toward the sky and make monuments of stone, how people go missing and reappear after years, how sometimes you can hear the voices of loved ones calling to you in the distance.

"Ah," Jere sighs at the last claim, the sound like a paper bag slipping onto the floor; quiet, almost unnoticed, hard to catch with your hands. "Well, I have no loved ones, so, no worry about that one," he softly laughs.

Bojan's stomach lurches.

"I-" he chokes out, "I understand."

"Oh," Jere whispers. "Sorry."

"It's fine," Bojan shrugs.

He stays facing Jere as the other man shuffles his sleeping roll closer; the features of his face coming into focus, a soft, feathery look to him.

Bojan sleeps soundlessly.

-

Bojan learns that Jere's never had fresh biscuits. The kind that are warm and buttery and flaky. Slathered with jam and steaming inside when you take a knife to them.

"The shit they send with us, these hardened mockeries? Garbage," Bojan says as he dunks it in some water to soften. "We're going to get you some proper biscuits as soon as we're done here."

Jere laughs. "You promise?"

Bojan's head is nodding before he can process the implication of those words, but, well, fuck it.

"Yeah. I do."

Jere takes a swig of his canteen and Bojan watches, rapt, as his lips shimmer with water. Droplets catching in his beard.

"What? I have something on face?"

Bojan swallows.

"No, sorry," he shakes his head.

-

Bojan might be all words, but Jere is all action.

Which is to say, Bojan's the one whose mouth keeps running - a nervous habit, which, Christ, when was the last time he was nervous? - as Jere crawls into his bedroll, hooks a leg through Bojan's, a hand caressing his cheek, and kisses him silly.

As a calloused hand works itself into Bojan's trousers, a name leaves his lips over and over like a church hymn: Jere, Jere, Jere

Pushing it into the nighttime desert air.

Calling out the name of someone beloved in hopes that Jere hears the reverence with which Bojan says it. That Jere knows, despite whatever happens next, that Bojan will always be calling his name in the distance.

That morning, still swallowed whole by the vastness of the desert, Bojan takes his hat off and shields his face as he presses a kiss to Jere's lips; only the sun and two horses as their witnesses.

-

They use the money they make on fresh biscuits; buttery and steaming just like Bojan said. ("I wouldn't lie to you!") One slathered in jam, the other in gravy. Hands covered in dirt and sand and rope burns and this inn has never tasted so good.

Bojan takes a sip of his coffee and looks up across the table at Jere. He has jam in his beard and Bojan stymies the impulse to reach out and wipe it clean with his thumb. Not here, not right now.

Instead, an offer: "Hey, I'm thinking of leaving the frontier life."

"Oh?" He pauses.

"Yeah," Bojan nods. Stares Jere down, knocks his own boot against his underneath the table in an unspoken question. "Try something new."

Jere grins. Sets the biscuit down. Knocks Bojan's boot back.

"I like that."

[twstgameplay]

Hi hi!

I have a quick question about the book 7 battle? Is there any way someone could theoretically beat the mal ob?

While we haven't encountered the Malleus OB battle yet, we do have the Showdown battle in which Malleus has 300,000 HP that, as part of the story, we are meant to lose. On top of that very robust HP, Malleus has the following effects on each turn:

Turn 1: Continuous Heal (60,000 HP each turn), and Critical

Turn 2: Fire Immunity

Turn 3: Water Immunity, and ATK UP (With a 3-Hit Attack)

Turn 4: Flora Immunity

Turn 5: Immunity against ALL attacks, and ATK UP (With a 3-Hit Attack)

His infinite Heal (does not stop on turn 3 like the others battles we are used to), his infinite Critical, those immunities, and those ATK UPs almost guarantees that you do not survive past turn 3. If you somehow make it to turn 5, he decimates you while you can do no damage to him. This is not a battle that can be won.

But when asked whether we could beat him theoretically, I couldn't help but see how far I could go. I put together this team that focused on Curse and Heal. Every card is MLB'd, with M1/M2 at 10/10, and Buddies at 10/10/10:

Dorm Cater (HP buddy with Trey)

Beans Jade (HP buddy with Idia) - Lv. 90

Groom Idia (Curse on M3, and HP buddy with Jade)

Dorm Vil (Curse on M1)

Support Dorm Trey (HP buddies with Cater and Idia) - Lv. 110

The thing with Curses is that it only works for 2 turns. This means you'd need three characters with Curse in order to keep him from healing during any of the 5 turns and you'd need those Curses to actually activate. (See this post for Curse probabilities) If a Curse effect didn't land, I would restart the battle and try again.

Part of the battle also required remembering which Immunity he would bring next, so I wouldn't waste an attack. Yes, my damage would be puny against his 300k HP, but I hoped if I could just curse him and keep healing, I could try to last as long as I could. You can see below that it was a futile hope.

Unfortunately, I brought only two Curse-wielding cards, and only then did I notice that Malleus kept healing past turn 3 so he healed on turn 5 without a Curse stopping him. However, in the long run, that did not matter because he would render me unable to do any damage to him on Turn 5 anyway, thus completing his absolute domination over my team.

Thus, I abandoned trying to curse him, and just wanted to see how long I could hold up. I replaced Dorm Vil with my own Dorm Trey (Lv. 110), and Groom Idia with Dorm Idia (Lv. 100).

While this team was able to get me to Turn 6, I was, unshockingly, resoundly and utterly decimated. On Turn 6, instead of starting the cycle over once more on his turn effects above, and in addition to his Continuous Heal and Critical still in effect, he now gains Fire Immunity, Water Immunity, and ATK UP in one turn. Essentially, he gains the effects from Turn 2 and 3 at the same time in one turn.

To make a long story short, although we knew this was a battle that we are not meant to win, it is also theoretically impossible to beat him, as the combination of his infinite heals, his high chance of critical damage, his immunities, and his ATK UPs do a good job of keeping us down in the dirt, where we belong.

~🐬

[imsimpingagain]

Poppy Sweeting; Period 4/8

We all know this sweet woman would be so kind about it

"What do you need? Pads? Chocolate frogs? Water?"

she would literally ask so many questions it would be slightly annoying, but it is all out of the goodness of her sweet little heart

I dont doubt she would sit with you in the vivarium, cuddling you or the puffskiens you rescued (or both) while talking to you about anything and everything.

You two spend a lot of time in the vivariums or the kitchens, and on Hogsmeade trips, you sit together on the second floor of the Three Broomsticks

Poppy strikes me as a huge sweet tooth, so she has a large variety of candy at her disposal (chocolate frogs, fizzing whizzbees, best blowing gum, every flavour beans, pumpkin pasties, chocolate cauldrons, etc.)

She would create a literal nest just for you two to cuddle in.

If you are in Hufflepuff she will create said nest in her dormitory and invite you over for the entire week, being so sweet if you bleed in the sheets

If you arent a Hufflepuff, the room of requirement adds an extra room that you two spend your time together in.

[natlacentral]

How Kiawentiio went from a ‘little arty kid’ to the star of Avatar: The Last Airbender

You know that classic actor’s arc, painstakingly building from bit parts to bigger roles, withstanding rejection and despair? Yeah, that’s not Kiawentiio’s story. The Mohawk Canadian actor was cast in the first thing she auditioned for, the hit CBC/Netflix series Anne with an E. Her next role was the title character in Tracey Deer’s wrenching, semi-autobiographical film Beans, followed by a gig on Rutherford Falls. And now she’s the second lead in a gigantic Netflix series, Avatar: The Last Airbender, a live-action reimagining of the beloved animated series (2005-08), shot mostly in British Columbia, arriving Feb. 22. And she’s only 17.

We meet via video call, and even on that flattening medium, Kiawentiio sparkles. (Professionally, she goes by that mononym, pronounced Guy-a-wen-di-jou.) She’s poised and friendly, without any child-actor posing. Now and again she glances over her shoulder into a corner I can’t see; turns out her mother is there for backup.

Her Anne with an E audition was a lark – or as Kiawentiio puts it, “It came out of nowhere and happened randomly.” Growing up on the Akwesasne reserve on Kawehno:ke (also known as Cornwall Island), which straddles the Ontario/New York State border, she was “the little arty kid in the corner, who stayed inside at recess to paint and draw,” and dreamed of going to art school. Her dad chanced upon an open casting call on Facebook, and they thought, might as well try it. She was the last audition of the day.

Landing Avatar: The Last Airbender, by contrast, required more of a campaign. As a kid, Kiawentiio loved the animated series – its environmental and spiritual themes, its thoughtful depictions of Asian and Indigenous cultures, the battle scenes of Benders wielding the four elements, “the character arcs, the sheer craftsmanship. It would fill me.”

So when she heard rumours a few years ago about a live-action reboot, she had a feeling she’d be right for Katara, 14, a novice Waterbender, the last in her Southern Water Tribe, traumatized by the world war being waged by the Fire Nation, yet undaunted and hopeful. Teaming up with Aang, the title character (played in the series by Gordon Cormier), she begins to realize her potential. Kiawentiio asked her agents to keep an eye out, “just in case the universe is listening.”

The audition, when it came, was veiled in secrecy – fake project and character names, disguised scenes, all via Zoom. After a month-long series of “adrenalin-pumping” chemistry reads with other actors, showrunner Albert Kim delivered the news: Yes, it was Airbender; yes, they’d been searching the world for their Katara; and yes, it was her. She and her family burst into tears.

With her co-stars, Kiawentiio spent six weeks at “bending boot camp,” where each learned the martial art their movements are based on: wushu for Firebending, tai chi for Waterbending, Hung Ga for Earthbending and Bagua for Airbending. They shot on a cutting-edge mix of green screens, practical sets – Kyoshi Village was built in a working quarry in Coquitlam, B.C.; Jet’s hideout was filmed at WildPlay, a ziplining park in Maple Ridge, B.C. – and volume stages, including the world’s largest LED video wall studio, a near-circle lined with 2,500 LED wall panels and 760 LED ceiling panels, at Canadian Motion Picture Park in Burnaby, B.C.

“That stage was warm,” Kiawentiio says, laughing. “Wearing Katara’s big blue parka, pretending to be in the Arctic while being in a microwave.” Watching the animated series come to life was “surreal,” she continues. “When you see Appa in front of you” – a flying beast that combines bison, hippo and manatee – “or even small things like my necklace – I remember being almost in tears.”

Canada’s Paul Sun-Hyung Lee (Kim’s Convenience) plays Iroh, brother to Fire Lord Ozai (Daniel Dae Kim); the actors playing Katara’s parents, Rainbow Dickerson and Joel Montgrand, also played Kiawentiio’s parents in Beans. But she didn’t get to hang out much – “I was in high school at the time, just trying to get through 11th grade,” she says. “Fun fact, I’ve never been to a first day of high school with my classmates. Every year I was doing something, travelling somewhere.” Now graduated, with a five-year option for possible future seasons, “I’m saving my next few years for the show and whatever else may come from it. But I plan on going to school in the future.”

Each of the four Airbender nations has real-world roots, including Omashu, Himalayan, Indonesian and Indigenous Arctic cultures; cultural consultants advised on folklore, history and mythology, as well as costumes, calligraphy and artifacts; and the series’ four directors are of Asian descent. That mattered, Kiawentiio says: “It’s 100-per-cent important to me that I represent where I come from, my people and my language. That comes with me to every character I portray.”

Her opportunity to embody authentic Indigenous characters has never been higher, as a spate of recent series attest: Reservation Dogs, Little Bird, Echo, True Detective: Night Country, the Yellowstone franchise. Lily Gladstone could well become the first Indigenous woman to win a Best Actress Oscar, for Killers of the Flower Moon. And Deer, Kiawentiio’s Beans director was an excellent role model: “Being able to see her be the leader, be so strong, opened my eyes to other things I can explore – directing, producing.”

But she doesn’t want portraying Indigenous characters to become its own kind of limit. “Those roles will always be at my root; they are what I can see myself in and relate to. That doesn’t have to be the end of what we’re capable of, though. We don’t have to just play the Indian friend, the Native guy. We can be just that doctor or teacher or lawyer, those regular roles. The days of just getting a role, and not The Native role, are still ahead of us.”

Now that Kiawentiio’s accidental career is skyrocketing, “it’s funny how weirdly normal it gets,” she says. “I understand how people can lose their groundedness. You’re in the air so much, how do you stay grounded? It’s helpful to keep my real life separate, with my family and friends, and have my work self be almost a persona.”

She’s always had a readable face, she realizes. “I can’t hide anything; it’s all in my eyes. But to be able to be in control of that to portray someone else is so interesting. My dad told me he’s never seen me light up the way I do when I’m on a set. That’s when I knew I should stick with it.”

[alittlemoth]

A very self-indulgent licorice cookie x reader.

They are human in this but still use cookie terms because they were baked they just have human anatomy it's a whole au I made up don't worry about it or ask me about it I would really like to tell people about it moving on!

You did it. You finally managed to buy a little cabin in the woods away from the city and all the chaos of your world being linked up to another world, Earthbread. Something about a person getting stuck there via mystical magical bullshit and falling in love ehhhh not your problem you got a house damn it! A run down house, a house in shambles, but it has internet running water you just need to fix it up a bit!

You moved in everything that could fit in the little cabin, it has three bedrooms two bathrooms with a large bath each, a little kitchen and a small greenhouse attached to the house. Okay maybe it's not so little but the two extra rooms are in the basement and so is one of the bathrooms! And it was such a steal, it needs some renovations definitely but it's livable and it's mostly stuff you can do it by yourself!

As the weeks went by the cookies became more normal and so did fucking magic. Like magic is actually real, but again it's not your business not your problem you just want to be a little cabin goblin live your life tending to your plants and running your YouTube channel. Everything is going great the windows are insulated, so are the doors and walls, the heater is working in time for winter everything is going great for you.

That's when you met licorice cookie, digging through the trash like a raccoon.

"...What the fuck" you quietly said the stranger froze he had been digging through the trash.

He quickly pops up out of the garbage trying to explain himself you aren't paying attention cuz you recognize those robes that scythe and the skull necklace. "... Holy crap your licorice cookie"

He freezes again even more concerned even though he left the cookies of darkness most people aren't too fond of him

"o-okay I know how this looks!" His voice got an octave higher as he was clearly panicking trying not to get the police called on him "I'm just really hungry and very far from any town that wouldn't kick me out immediately, and I thought hey if it's in the trash it probably wouldn't be miss-"

You were just staring and then quietly asked if you wanted to come inside he accepted you fed him and now you apparently have a roommate cuz he hasn't left. You are fine with this but he didn't even say he was saying and you haven't asked him to leave so you just now have a roommate.

You two settled into a routine quickly. He helped with the housework and started to join you on videos. It got to the point where the chat would yell "string bean" every time he showed up in the background.

About two months ago you realized you caught feelings for the racoon as you called him.

You proceeded to do the most logical thing.

.

.

.

No I'm not joking you started flirting. For example-

Licorice was trying to perfect a spell to create more housework oriented minions, but to his dismay it requires materials from his home dimension. Where the one that got to listen to him troubleshoot.

"seriously you do not have anything like that in this dimension?" He practically begged, hoping that that would magically make you pull something similar out of thin air.

"unfortunately no we do not have plants that can grow eyes."

He then gave you one of the greatest opportunities in exasperation he mumbled "well fuck me then"

You grinned and got close putting a hand on his arm "are you offering?"

His eyes widened as he sputtered out a response."i- well- uh-" his face turning a deep purple "that's- that's not what I meant and you know it!"

You laughed and stated that yes you knew that, and that you loved how he looked when blushing. Which naturally made his blush worsen.

.

.

.

The flirting continues for about a month before he tells you to stop joking about liking him... Of course you react accordingly...

"you dense mother fucker" you whisper yelled as you throw both hands down like and put them together in with a deep inhale "I am not joking I actually like you"

One beat then another one more....

"...oh" he's standing there stunned as you say that almost like he doesn't believe it and whispers "I like you too".

You grin putting your hands on his face and whisper "may I?" He nods.

And then you share your first kiss together it's sweet soft, clumsy, but soft and when you both pull away you're both grinning.

And that's my first proper fanfiction hope you all enjoy!

[earthnashes]

Do you have any fun facts about the “Feathers and Flowers” cast?

ANOTHER OC ASK! Brah thank you I get to talk about me girls. ;w;

I'm gonna keep this short and simple otherwise I'll ramble my head off >_>

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Kaela: Cowgirl/independent farmer who lives out in the hilly countryside.

-Can handle being in the Extreme Darkness that comes with being out in the wilderness/forests, but cannot tolerate scary games and movies.

-Can speak at least 3 separate languages

-Almost always chewing on something, typically a blade of grass or a toothpick. A habit that developed after she quit smoking.

-Speaking of smoking: even with her quitting some years ago, the smell of smoke never quite leaves her.

Mal: A supernatural entity known as a Spirit. They're basically demigods with magical abilities.

-Carries around a pocket notebook to take notes on anything that fascinates her; this usually is in the form of pencil sketches and notes

-"Lore Keeper." Being a devourer of knowledge and now in direct contact with technology, Mal will go on insane binges to learn as much as possible. She is the resident encyclopedia for lore on weird historical facts and the timelines of games she hasn't even played.

-Loves horror. Finds it particularly funny with how Kaela jumps at almost everything, so she purposefully asks to watch (or play) horror with her to see the reactions

-Exceptional baker. She enjoys cooking but becomes fascinated with human baking for how different it is from her realm's.

-Likes to have her hair played with but won't openly admit it

Sakura: Star athlete and resident celebrity of the town the story takes place in. Slowly becoming an actual celebrity on a national scale due to her skill in the sport Earthball (a fictional sport in the story)

-Part-time streamer. Part of the scholarship requires at least 2 hours worth of online engagement in the athlete's choice. It's largely to keep fans invested. Sakura took to it like a fish takes to water

-Had a "phase" as a teenager, one that revolved around being a little delinquent and may or may not have been a Punk thing. Her best friend Quincy will never let her forget it

-Her tattoo was gained on a dare. She was dared that she couldn't sit long enough to get a tattoo, so naturally she went and got the largest sleeve tattoo to prove everyone wrong. Mission failed successfully.

-Fantastic cook. Loves cooking and will feed the hell out of you if you so much as mention being even slightly hungry.

-Can speak 2 languages; can understand a third but can't really speak it

Evangeline: Timid new student who transferred to the town mid-semester.

-Music buff: knows what seems to be everything and anything that's going on in the music scene. Will suddenly become the chattiest person in the world if you so much as mention her favorite bands

-Can play multiple instruments but is particularly fond of the guitar. Far too embarrassed to play it for anyone though.

-Coffee enthusiast. Grinds her own beans and goes through her meticulous ritual to make the perfect cup every morning at the crack of dawn

-Horseback rider. As a child all the way up to high school she participated mainly in Dressage and was rather good at it, but had to drop it due to an incident.

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Tried to keep it all short and concise for each character; I hope ya like the lil fun facts and thank you so much for asking about my girls! ;w;

[nottheweirdest]

This is my full piece for @shadow-zine called All of Me! Title: All of Me Rating: T Wordcount: 2313 Summary: Shadow wakes up and discovers his powers absent, forcing him to figure out who he is outside of the Ultimate Lifeform.

Read it below or on ao3!

A normal person wouldn’t be getting up this early. Not by choice anyway.

But Shadow never professed to be normal, and the quiet solitude the hour before dawn offered was a time he relished. There was something special, almost otherworldly about it. It was the overlap where those that went to bed late and those that rose early both slept and the streets were quiet, businesses closed, and lights dimmed. The air had a heaviness, a sense of space outside of time where the world seemed paused.

For someone sensitive to all manner of sensory input, it was the most peaceful hour of the day. And it was always over too soon.

With a heavy sigh Shadow slid from under the light cotton sheet that covered his body and sat, stretching his arms high above his head and cracking his neck with a satisfying pop. He toyed absentmindedly with his inhibitor bands as he stood and navigated toward his adjoined bathroom before his sole carbon based roommate woke and used all the hot water.

He drew out his routine as long as he could, clinging to solitude, but… duty always called. Fully dressed and ready for the day, Shadow stepped out of his room and into the shared space of Team Dark’s apartment.

Rouge sat at the breakfast bar, both hands cradling a cup of coffee like it was something precious and divine. She looked up as Shadow entered and winked. "Mornin' Sunshine. Finally decide to grace us with your presence?"

Shadow ignored her, opting instead to make a beeline for the container of coffee beans on the counter. He grabbed a fistful while Rouge made a face of disgust and shook her head. “I don’t know how that can possibly taste good.”

Shadow popped a few of the beans into his mouth. “Says the person who puts so much cream and sugar in her mug that calling it coffee is a stretch.”

Rouge stuck her tongue out and then took a spiteful sip from her cup.

Shadow huffed softly before noting the bat’s fuzzy pink bathrobe. “Cutting it close aren’t you?” he asked, gesturing toward her attire with his coffee free hand.

“Not if you’re zapping us there.”

“I don’t have an Emerald. You’re on your own today.”

“What?” Rouge snapped, jumping up and nearly knocking her cup to the floor. “You couldn’t have told us that last night? You know my morning routine is a process!”

Shadow shrugged. “You should have started the process earlier.”

Rouge growled as she rushed past him and toward her room. “Don’t think we’re done talking about this!”

Omega ambled in from the living room and crossed his heavy metal arms over his chest in robotic discontent. Shadow threw his hands up in indignation. “You don’t have any biological needs to tend to! How could you possibly be bothered?”

“ROUGE HAS ONLY CONSUMED 1.35 OF THE REQUIRED 4 UNITS OF COFFEE. THIS DEFICIT WILL IMPACT HER ABILITY TO FUNCTION AND CAUSE UNDUE TENSION AND–”

“He means I’m gonna be a real bitch all day because of you,” Rouge called out from behind her door.

Shadow cringed. That was undoubtedly true. “I’ll grab some more on my way in.”

“You better,” Rouge grumbled.

____________________

Thirty minutes of relative peace later, Shadow darkened his phone screen and slipped it deep within his quills. A quick glance into the kitchen told him all major appliances were off and the door’s deadbolt was set. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he knew would be an immediate bombardment in the office and muttered the words that would transport him to the G.U.N. Headquarters.

But nothing happened.

There was no stomach flutter, no sensation of falling, no tingle of energy, no abrupt rush of noise and light.

Shadow opened his eyes to find himself still standing in his apartment and felt his heart quicken in alarm. He called a chaos spear to his hand, but there was no bolt of energy, not even the faintest glow. He gulped, stomach twisting, panic beginning to set in as he pushed energy toward his skates, but again… nothing.

Frantically, he patted his torso, checking for some sort of physical cause of his lack of chaos — a device, an injury — but his gloved hands touched nothing but black and red fur.

This couldn’t be happening. It was impossible. Never in his life had his power failed to heed his call. Never.

Shadow stumbled over his own feet as he backed out of the living room and toward the door. His hands trembled as he flipped the lock. Maybe he just needed a boost. Like a battery. Maybe if he could find a Chaos Emerald it would give him a jumpstart. But then again, without his abilities he wouldn’t be able to sense one, and he couldn’t go to G.U.N.... Not like this….

What would others think? What would they do if they found out he was useless to them? Would he be removed from Team Dark altogether? Permanently assigned to desk duty? How would he keep his promise to Maria?

He shook his head, his thoughts rapid firing in such quick succession they were nothing but a blur of mental turmoil. He would have to rely on technology and there was only one person he knew of, aside from Eggman, that had the tech he needed.

He leapt down the steps that led to his apartment and darted forward only to hit asphalt face first. He snarled at himself, at his shoes, at everything, and pushed to his feet. His skates were heavy and clunky without the Chaos energy that normally powered them, but they would have to do.

With one last inward insult, he made for Tails’ workshop in a dark blur, managing to arrive within minutes despite his diminished speed.

Shadow hovered under the shade of an old oak tree, careful to stay out of sight. The last thing he wanted was Sonic’s young sidekick to get directly involved, genius though he may be.

No one could know.

Fortunately his heightened sensory abilities were still working perfectly and his sensitive ears could detect no movement or sound from within. It seemed the fox wasn’t home.

As quick as he could, Shadow darted across the front lawn before pausing at the door. This was the part where he would typically Chaos Control in, but… that clearly wasn’t an option. Brute force would have to do.

He twisted the doorknob, easily breaking the lock and pushing his way inside only to immediately grab for his ears in a desperate attempt to protect himself from the most horrendous, shrieking alarm he’d ever heard.

He winced, gritting his teeth against the pain as he stumbled through the cluttered space, eyes searching for the tablet Tails referred to as the Miles Electric. After a brief scan, he located it haphazardly leaning against a stack of textbooks on the fox’s desk.

Shadow made for the device as quickly as he could, hurriedly navigating a series of obstacles on the floor while still firmly covering his ears. He tripped halfway to his destination, foot catching on a metal stool and sending it crashing to the ground, triggering a cascading ripple of destruction throughout the room.

He cursed heavily, barely catching himself from joining the mess on the floor, and limped forward until he was finally close enough to snag the Miles Electric. Eager, if not desperate, to flee the cacophony of destruction he’d wrought, he hobbled back toward the door and made for the dense, quiet cover provided by the forest.

He didn’t stop running, not for a while, not until he was far, far away from the unabating blare of Tails’ security system. With a tired sigh he brought up the tablet, turning it every which way in his hands, trying to figure out how to turn the damn thing–

He froze.

The distant clanking of metal and thunderous crash of understory being disturbed was all too familiar.

Badniks. And a lot of them by the sound of it.

Shadow kept his grip on the tablet, but let it fall to his side, ears swiveling to try and pinpoint where the bots were coming from through the ringing still present in his ears. He crouched down, ready to fight, but then… he remembered.

What was he against a hoard of robots when he didn’t have his power? Sure, he was physically stronger and faster than the average Mobian, but with no Chaos energy….

He slowly stood, gaze flickering to his sides, unsure. His mouth felt dry, his breaths were fast and shallow, and a light sweat covered his body despite the fair temperatures. His stomach was knotted and his legs felt weak….

What was happening?

The clamorous noise grew closer until Shadow’s body acted of its own accord and he found himself diving behind a dense thicket of wild blackberries. He cowered there, blending with his namesakes, both furious and terrified. Was this what life would be like if he was permanently without his powers? Is this what he would become? A coward?

He closed his eyes, disgusted with himself, but made no move to get up until the echo of mechanic footfall had faded into nothing.

“Hey! There you are!”

Shadow nearly levitated with surprise before he recognized the voice that had called out. He groaned in frustration. “What do you want?”

Sonic moved around the edges of blackberry bushes, careful of their thorns, and then plopped down next to Shadow. “You mostly. Well. And Tails’ Miles Electric.”

Shadow stood abruptly, Sonic’s company the last thing he wanted. He handed the tablet to his blue counterpart and looked away. “Tell the fox I’ll cover the cost of any damages.”

“No one’s worried about damages, dude. We’re worried about you.”

“Don’t bother.”

“It’s not a bother,” Sonic countered as he stood. “It’s what friends do.”

Shadow let out a short huff. “We are not friends.”

“Psh. Of course we are. See me going on races with any other dense hedgehogs?”

“I won’t be doing that anymore.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s none of your business,” Shadow growled, moving away.

Sonic followed close behind. “Oh c’mon, you’re not that mad at me, are you?”

“Yes,” Shadow barked, jumping on the offered excuse.

“Then why haven’t you just Chaos Controlled away to escape my ‘incessant blabbering’ as you so kindly call it all the time?”

Shadow stopped. He didn’t want Sonic to know, he didn’t want anyone to know. He’d rather just slip away, let them think he’d gone on some adventure or mission without telling anyone, but….

He gathered his courage. “I lost my Chaos abilities.”

Sonic turned to face him, trying to meet crimson eyes. “You what?”

“I can’t use Chaos energy. I can’t Chaos Control, I can’t produce a spear. I can’t even use my skates!”

Sonic tilted his head in confusion for a moment before pushing by Shadow and moving ahead. “Let’s go for a walk. And before you argue with me, just know that I’ll follow you and tell you knock knock jokes until you come along. Or go insane. So, best to just skip that part probably.”

Shadow growled under his breath, fists clenching at his sides, but grudgingly followed. They walked in silence until the trees suddenly stopped at the edge of a creek-bottomed bluff, flashes and bursts of blue from a flawless sky just visible between the broken sections of forest.

The two were quiet for a moment before Sonic finally spoke. “Who are you?”

Shadow narrowed his eyes, shooting the hero a dark look. “Idiot, I’m the Ultimate Lifeform. You know that.”

“No, that’s a title. Who are you? Outside of your abilities, outside of where you come from and how you came to exist.”

Shadow stilled, some of his anger fading, exchanged for reflective surprise. He’d never really thought about it. He was created for a purpose, made as a cure, made to be the ultimate lifeform in every way. But outside of that….

“I don’t know,” he whispered, voice barely audible.

Sonic turned to him and offered a small smile. “I do. You’re one third of Team Dark. You’re the guy who has dedicated his life to honoring a promise he made to a girl who’s been dead for over half a century! You’re the guy who’s sacrificed himself to save the world, to save me.” The hero paused until Shadow looked at him. “You didn’t do any of those things because you were the Ultimate Lifeform. You didn’t do them because you have fancy Chaos powers. You did them because you’re you, because you’re Shadow the Hedgehog.”

Shadow was silent as Sonic’s words registered. It had never occurred to him that his powers were just a small part of his identity instead of the full focus. Without them… life would certainly change, but he would still lay in bed and savor the serenity of the gray before dawn. He would still eat coffee beans. And he would still find himself irritated every time Sonic opened his mouth.

But... maybe not as much as before.

Sonic elbowed Shadow’s side playfully. “Tails got some reports of bots near the coast before I left. Wanna race?”

Shadow rolled his eyes. “It’s cheating if you have a Chaos Emerald.”

“Hmm,” Sonic smirked knowingly. “Guess you caught me!”

And then Shadow realized he’d felt the Emerald Sonic carried. He easily summoned a spear to his hand and then glanced at his rival in surprise. “How did you know?”

“Followed your Chaos signature like you taught me, actually.”

“You mean it was there the whole time?”

“Yup,” Sonic grinned, stepping backwards. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Now, how about we go ruin Egghead’s day?”

Shadow felt the corners of his mouth turn up slightly. “It would be my pleasure.”

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Clanne and Framme Tickle Headcanons (FE: Engage)

These two have stolen my heart and some! I had to write about my precious beans ajekjarkjerkj

Below the cut for length!

Clanne

The softest of lees.

Look at that sweet little face and tell me he doesn't hiccup when he laughs just AHHH! *sobs*

He's such a hard worker- tickles are low key required to get him to take a break. He just wants to do his best as the Divine Dragon's Stewart!

His VA is Deku's- you know how our broccoli boy laughs? That's him only softer and with extra hiccups! Oh and sweet little chirps too because I said so :P

He's ticklish everywhere but he's giving big tummy vibes? Belly tickles will make him double over and giggle and if you insist upon them he gets all curly and turns into a roly poly on the floor, unable to stop giggling for the next hour.

Also really ticklish hands???? He's a mage so he summons magic all the time and it makes his hands super sensitive to gentle scratches and pokes. He'll get all blushy and giggly if you trace your fingers along his palms long enough and it's incredibly endearing!

Only ever a Ler when he's teaming up with Framme- he's far too ticklish to win any fights on his own. He's incredibly gentle and sweet with tickles, always checking in with his Lee to make sure they're okay and offering to bring them water or snacks post attack.

He gets into tickle fights with Framme all the time and usually loses. Sometimes he can win if he brings Alear with him or if Framme's feeling especially lee-moody that day. He's got that "Poke and run" kinda tickle method, giving his twin a jab and bolting. He only ever gets three feet away before she's on him and wrecking him.

Framme

Resident tickle monster

She's so energetic and excitable and sweet- lot's of energy to burn and friends to make laugh, so she's constantly making rounds.

That said she's also a target for when she's TOO excited. Alear will gather her up and tickle her until she's breathless whenever she's bouncing off the walls.

A squealer- she's got a high pitched laugh that sounds like wind chimes and a smile that dims the stars so it's a must to tickle her! She's so freaking CUTE!

Like Clanne she's ticklish everywhere but her armpits are killer. If you sneak up on her and give them a poke she'll jump a foot in the air and scream.

Also a super tickly neck? She scrunches up and squeals if you even blow on it. Sometimes Clanne will use his book to fan it from behind just to make her scrunch up and giggle.

She's big on revenge tickles; even if you accidentally tickle her she'll take it as a challenge and tickle you back. Any opportunity to create controlled chaos she'll take!

Big teaser- everything from baby talk to anticipation to ghost tickles- she'll gladly use them all! Could be called merciless but she's always ready to stop when asked, careful to never push past her ler's limits or boundaries.

She knows everyone's tickle spots including allies like Alfred and Etie. No one knows how she finds them out- they just know to be careful when she's feeling particularly mischievous.

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hello friends! I won't be making a GoFundMe for this, since I thankfully don't have to choose between buying groceries & getting vet care for my cat Peggy, but things are a lil *tight* bc of a series of unfortunate financial events (which I will list below the cut for those interested) so if anyone has a few bucks to spare and wants to help me offset the $485 mysterious lump removal surgery my lil baby is getting on Tuesday, I would greatly appreciate it

Cashâpp: $jessiedube (my cat Peggy Sue is my profile pic/name is Jess Bee)

Venmô: jessie_dube (Peggy is in the profile pic w/ me)

this is Peggy <3

heyoo if you wanna hear the money shit that's plagued us you are in the correct place. let us begin our chronicle in August, when I made the grand decision to go back to college for a school media specialist certification. I am enjoying it v much and do not regret it at all, but it did mean that I left my decently paying but incredibly toxic retail job and went back to getting paid beans as an adjunct professor at a community college + had to pay 3k in tuition

next Luna, my loveable but temperamental 2011 Ford Fiesta, started having Problems™️, including but not limited to: water pump replacement (which for some fuckall reason on my car requires cutting & replacing the timing belt?? which of course means it cost more), downstream oxygen sensor replacement, and a new set of front tires bc those bitches were BALD (you could literally see the steel coming out of the side). to add fuel to the fire of my ongoing anxieties, her check engine light comes on and off every few days, it's a perpetual game of chicken. when I was able to catch it on and get it checked she reported a catalytic system issue, which has in the past been cured by a bottle of cataclean, so of course she needed that too. all of which adds up to the tune of about 1.5k (thankfully she's paid off but like she's only worth 2.5k so if she keeps having issues i am SOL)

during all of the back and forth with Luna, my partner has been having dental appointments for ongoing teeth issues. we were under a time crunch to get those taken care of since she turned 26 in October, and in the great land of America that means she was kicked off of her dad's insurance on Halloween. so, after a couple appointments that included tooth extraction and the making of a denture set in exchange for CareCredit agreements, we're in 2.1k of medical debt for that (she also is now without insurance so that's fun)

and, the cherry on top and the thing that has pushed me to appeal to the Internet, a few weeks ago we found two mysterious lumps on my cat Peggy Sue's hip, which are scheduled to be removed and sent off to a lab on Tuesday. I won't retell the whole story here, but you can check the "Peggy Sue" tag on my blog for a few more in depth posts on the situation. overall her care adds up to around $900, $485 of that which is the Tuesday surgery that I'm driving to another state for (my vet was crazy expensive so I'm going to a friend's recommendation)

anyway, I know that I'm lucky to even be able to cover all of these via savings and credit cards without it threatening my food/housing, but things are, understandably, a bit tight. I hate asking for help for myself, but if anyone wants to help take care of my cat, I would greatly appreciate it

or, if you prefer to buy things, I will be listing some collectable Barbies on my eBay in the next week or so, if you're interested in that I can send you my eBay page

pic of Peggy for getting this far, thank you <3