#breakfast lunch dinner for champions

[elsecrytt]

no cus why am i still thinking about suguru in your post about somno.......i wanna caress his hair while he sleeps n eats me out like its all muscle memory. like doing that makes him so at peace he cant help but fall into a slumber.

no you're so right so valid,,

geto has no gag reflex at this point and nothing resembling one. his taste buds are warped and he genuinely doesn't understand why people don't think pussy/dick/cum tastes good.

oral fixation geto who finds it comforting to have his mouth on something. something soft and slick and tasting distinctly like you, something to coat his tongue and senses.

after all, if his mouth is full of your cunt, how can anything else get in? it's perfect. he swallows on reflex when he drools too much, licking and smacking lazily.

you've heard of cockwarming, now get ready for clitwarming. geto keeping your sex wet and soft and warm - telling you not to wear panties to bed, he'll keep you comfortable.

petting his pretty, silky hair and feeling him hum against you, just for a little fun. tug it if you want him to nuzzle into you more, just a little pressure.

he'll moan whenever you cum, getting harder in his pants at the taste of it, cock spurting instinctively in his pants when his tongue feels you clenching around him.

[toyastales]

The perfect breakfast to cure a hangover 👌

[viralstars]

☁

odd question munday meme

What is your opinion on cereal?

Cereal's good, but should be enjoyed exclusively with almond milk (for those that aren't allergic). It's a total game-changer.

[poorlymadesockpuppet]

I ate a lot of bagels today

[izzabela]

Hello!!! 🤗

I was wondering if you write fem. Reader x Smoke on the reader being very shy and quiet and small amongst the earthrealm champions at Wu Shi academy and Smoke feels very protective of her and would try to open her up to him?

Outside the Box - Tomas x fem!reader (headcanons)

in which a series of headcanons show how Tomas would get you to come out of your shell (and like you back)

a/n: yes, hello! i love a good protector man. btw, if you guys know yachi from haikyuu, then you'll understand why reader will act the way she does

ship[s]: tomas x fem!reader

warning(s): strictly fluffy goodness, post story

To say you were shy was an understatement- you were borderline mute around every man at the Wu Shi Academy. Skittish like a cornered kitten, you kept yourself guarded and ready to move away from the threats (aka your fellow champions).

Everyone would notice, hell Geras would leave the Hourglass just to make sure you weren't some sort of threat. While everyone made their best effort to get to know you, it would be Tomas who got to you.

- Tomas would've been the first to realize your sensitivity to people. You came from a small town, and while you may have known everyone, it was hard to bond with them due to your anxieties and general modesty about yourself

- He would have been approached by Liu Kang, asking him to try and get you to open up so that he could see you flourish into a fully-fledged champion

- Tomas would actually just watch you first before doing anything. He'd silently watch from afar, seeing you react to your new surroundings and people. He'd notice how you walked faster than everyone to get where you needed to go, noticed how dodged any sort of physical touch from everyone (high five or side hug), watched as you sat alone in the courtyard eating lunch or dinner

- When he woke up for breakfast, he passed by you as you walked back from the dining hall. You had woken up even earlier than a ninja assassin!

- After gathering more info, Tomas would definitely join you for meals. I believe Tomas to be someone big on the idea that friendships blossom best over good food

- However, he would be thoroughly disappointed when you scoot decently far from him, nodding to his questions or meekly answering them with your soft voice

- Were you the same woman that tossed Raiden over the railings during your test of courage? The same woman that had Kuai Liang pinned down with his own kunai?

- Still, it did not deter him. He felt more bold to continue this because, while you did scoot far, you did not run away from him. That alone was enough motivation for him

- He'd follow you, Tomas would most certainly be the type to just stick by your side and just talk to you about anything. You would still listen, and Tomas would ask open ended questions to urge you to open up

- While to others, it looked like incessant annoyance, you were very happy someone took such time to notice you. To make an effort to try and get to know you- especially such a handsome guy like Tomas

- Just because you were quiet and shy didn't mean you hated people, it was hard getting to know people like that

- And about the dodging physical affection, how would you feel if a group of four huge men tried to pat your back or high five you with full force? Yeah, I thought so

- I think Tomas would switch directions with his plan and not talk one day. He'd say his voice is sore, and while he wasn't telling the truth, he wasn't completely lying either

- He was trying to test a theory, one where maybe you needed control over the conversation to actually do something

- and he was right

- Tomas would be answering all your questions- whether about him or not was not even part of the equation. He'd be so happy, happy that he was the one who got you to wiggle out of your cocoon

- He'd become very protective of you afterwards for sure. Even though you could handle yourself very well, he would be around you no matter what

- especially in social settings

- Tomas is the type of person to tell others how to help you succeed. In this endeavor, he would be telling everyone to let you begin conversations, tell everyone to be a little softer in volume and to be gentler when speaking to you

- He was so helpful to you, and it made you like him even more than you could say. Although you couldn't tell him, not yet, you and Tomas would grow closer and closer

- And until you were ready, he would be okay with that

=====================

Tomas is just so- *chews cheek* HE'S SO CUTE

should i write someone else other than the lin kuei siblings? i feel like i should try other characters, let me know what you guys wanna see!

i'll see yall in the next fic!

[luxyue]

knife boots — part vi.

xiao x reader, figure skating au

masterlist | previous

➥ NEW VOCAB ❝ lutz ❞ a toe jump, taking off from a backward outside edge, and landing on the backward outside edge of the opposite foot.

vi. through his lens

[2 YEARS AGO: GRAND PRIX FINAL, WOMEN’S FREE SKATE]

SCORES AFTER WOMEN’S SHORT PROGRAM:

Y/N (SNE) | 81.35

SHENHE (LIY) | 73.25

AYAKA (INA) | 70.59

EULA (MON) | 67.59

GANYU (LIY) | 66.72

FURINA (FON) | 64.78

...

Xiao’s gaze floated around the arena. Xianyun and Zhongli sat at the kiss-and-cry with Shenhe, awaiting her scores. The next and final skater entered the ice, starting her warm-up.

A quick look at the short program standings told him that Shenhe had a nice margin between herself and the skater in third place after her skate yesterday. As expected of Zhongli and Xianyun’s student. After her clean free skate, she could definitely stay ahead. But there was still one skater left in this event, and her eight-point lead from the short program could easily put her in first place, even with a few minor mistakes.

Speaking of which, the final skater was still warming up with some swizzles and crossovers. She certainly didn’t look special. Anything but that, really. Xiao could spot the tremble in her knees even from his spot at the very top of the stands. She looked nervous and unsure of herself, but he supposed that was to be expected. It was her first Grand Prix Final, after all. But even he knew that she had to have an impressive set of jumps in her arsenal.

Xiao had heard of the girl that landed a triple axel during the women’s short program yesterday. It was impossible not to, considering it was the hottest topic among all the skaters at his hotel. In fact, he couldn’t stop hearing about it. First, during breakfast, from a few of the Mondstadter junior skaters that had finished their events already and were sticking around to watch the seniors compete. Then again, during lunch, from two Inazuman coaches discussing the best performances of the day. Apparently, they had actually coached the girl herself before. At dinner, the triple axel girl was mentioned yet again, this time by his own teammates. Shenhe had come in second after the short program yesterday, but she was still eight points behind the girl who was in first. With no triple axel or quads, she was steadily coming to terms with the fact she probably would not be taking home the title of GPF Champion.

This better be good, thought Xiao, considering that he couldn’t go a single meal without overhearing discussions about this girl. There were even talks that she would attempt a quad lutz in the free skate.

“And the scores, please, for Shenhe of Liyue. Her free skate score is 132.11, making her total score 215.76. She is currently in first place!”

Not bad, he thought. But would it be enough?

“Representing Snezhnaya, please welcome Y/N L/N!”

Xiao turned his attention back to the ice. Y/N circled back around and presented towards the judges. She then hit her starting pose, one foot behind the other, her toepick pressed into the ice while her arms were gracefully flexed behind her back.

He watched as Y/N’s demeanor changed with the flick of a switch. As her music began to play, any hint of her anxiety seemed to melt away as she began her program, setting the atmosphere for what was to come.

Just from her first crossovers, he could tell she was good. Sure, Snezhnayan skaters were always praised for being some of the best of the best. But her? She gained speed almost immediately, naturally covering all of the ice with her movements. Not only that, her edge quality was simply divine.

Xiao followed her movements as she prepared for her first jump. As she did a three-turn across the shorter end of the ice, bending her knees softly before launching into the air with no trouble at all, Xiao knew at once that she would land that triple salchow.

But she didn’t.

It wasn’t a triple, after all—she landed a quad. A quad salchow. If Xiao remembered correctly, that jump had only been landed a limited amount of times within the last decade or so.

She’s…..incredible.

Xiao never watches competitions, especially not the night before his own. But this? He’s secretly thanking the archons that Zhongli forced him out of his hotel room to support his teammates.

He watches her breeze through her triple jumps and combinations with ease, and her spins looked pretty solid. Although he had a few things to say about her toe jump technique, her edge jumps were nothing short of beautiful.

Entering the second half of the program, he figured most of the difficult elements were finished, unless she was going to attempt another triple axel. He watched as she turned backwards and skated towards a corner of the ice, ready to launch into a lutz.

Quad lutz. Apparently the rumors were right, and Xiao was wrong.

Skaters receive a ten-percent bonus for elements completed in the second half of a program to account for fatigue. Some could choose to backload their difficult jumps in order to maximize points, but it was also risky to do so, especially on tired legs, which is why many opted not to. She, apparently, did not care, because Xiao’s train of thought was broken as she completed her final jump—a triple axel.

She started on her final spin, but he didn’t have to stick around to know that she had definitely won the competition. And yet, he stayed anyway. It was a night of firsts for him.

He was right, of course. With a free skate score of 160.41 and a combined score of 241.49, she set a new record and finished a whopping 26 points ahead of Shenhe, earning her first place and the title of women’s singles Grand Prix Final champion.

As he got up to leave the arena and head back to the hotel, he couldn’t help but think to himself—

Wow. I need to up my game for tomorrow.

…

Xiao won his event, of course. One could not expect anything less from him.

“…..I wasn’t aware that you wanted to switch the quad lutz and quad flip to the second half,” spoke Zhongli, who stared at him questioningly.

“It doesn’t matter. I knew I could land them both, I just wanted to see how it could affect my score,” Xiao responded, brushing it off.

“That wasn’t my concern. Just don’t be so afraid to discuss these matters with me next time. You did well, I’m very proud of you, Xiao,” said Zhongli, a soft smile gracing his face.

Although he didn’t show it, Xiao was beaming with pride on the inside. But instead he said, “…..Thanks. Although I know my artistry was lacking in the second half—I started to neglect my presentation skills because I was too focused on the jumps.”

Zhongli frowned. “I felt that it was fine—fatigue is normal, and you did well regardless. Your component scores reflected that. Honestly, Xiao, you always seem to find more critiques about yourself than I do.”

“But I—”

“You’re the Grand Prix Final champion. You still have over a month before nationals, and while I hate to put it this way…..you don’t have much competition there. Rest, Xiao—take some time off for yourself. I don’t want to see you at the rink for at least a week after we get back to Liyue.”

“I—fine. But just this once.”

He sighed. “That’s good enough for me, I suppose. You should go—explore the town. Meet some other skaters. A lot of the juniors seemed to be big fans of yours. Make some friends before the exhibition and banquet.”

Zhongli was referring to the exhibition performances and closing banquet that always took place at the end of these kinds of events. Xiao would love to skip out, of course, but it wouldn’t reflect well on his nation or his teammates, so he had to oblige.

“…..Alright. I’ll see you at the airport.”

He walked off without another word.

…

He should’ve skipped the exhibition. He was dragged into the group dance performances, and let’s just say he did not enjoy it one single bit.

Although, he had to admit, Y/N L/N put on a good show. He watched her solo, doing a fun performance to a trending pop song, and it seemed like she was every bit as natural of a performer as she was a naturally elegant skater. She seemed happy, much unlike the way she was two days ago right before her free skate.

That’s why he found it odd when he overheard her and Tartaglia, otherwise known as Childe, engaging in a heated conversation outside the locker rooms. Although no match for him, he had competed against Childe for a few seasons, although he wasn’t competing this season for an unknown reason. Instead, it seemed that he had taken it upon himself to be a part of Y/N’s coaching team, given that he had accompanied her at the kiss-and-cry along with Arlecchino, a well-known coach with the Harbingers.

“What do you mean, they ‘don’t want me to attend’ the banquet?” she said with exasperation. Childe hushed her, looking around for potential eavesdroppers.

“I don’t know—I think Arlecchino told them you were actually having fun, and I bet they don’t want you actually socializing with too many other skaters right now.”

Y/N didn’t seem to be satisfied with his answer. “Why? It’s not like they ever stopped you. I already won for them, it doesn’t matter if I—”

“Quiet, Y/N, we don’t want someone listening. And it does matter. To them, you’re still too young, too impressionable. They can’t risk you telling—”

“Psh. What, that they make me—”

“Shh—Y/N. Not. Here. I’ll try to convince them to let you go to the banquet, but keep a low profile for now, okay? Not because I don’t want you to have fun, but because it’s for your own good.” He lead her through the other side of the hall way and they headed for the exit of the building.

What the hell was that?

[visionofvoid]

Homewrecker - MV1 Part Seven

Summary: “these are for you.”

Warnings: simp max 

Pairings: max verstappen x oc

Word Count: 2.5k

Taglist: @ravenqueen27, @octaviareina, @formula1mount, @evans-dejong, @ditttiii, @vita-di-moda, @imheretoread, @alwaysclassyeagle, @luxfrances​, @tall-tanned-tattoo​ 

PART SIX 

“He definitely heard you call it a date.” Carmen spoke through the phone as Blake cleaned up her mess around Lewis’ condo before he came back home. She wanted to leave it in better condition from when she arrived. It had been one week since Max had taken her to his secret spot and the two had been inseparable, up until this moment. She loved being in his company, getting to know him beyond being the dick that she was convinced hated her, beyond Kelly and beyond being a World Champion race car driver. He had so many quirks and tidbits about him that Blake found herself admiring, thinking about when she was all alone. 

“No, no. It definitely slipped out but he didn’t say anything about it.” Carmen scoffed through the phone and Blake could just picture her best female friend rolling her eyes playfully. Of course she never saw Max’s reaction when she let the word slip but she can’t imagine he was paying that much attention to her, or she gathered he was just assuming she meant a friendly date, she did mean that right? “Besides, nothing will ever come of it. It’s like a twisted Romeo and Juliette. I work for his biggest rival team an-”

“And what, Blake?” Carmen questioned making Blake take a quick break from her frantic cleaning and listen to what she had to say. “What could be the worst thing that could happen? You already have fan pages you know. Do you like Max?” Blake didn’t find herself searching for an answer, she already knew. She obviously knew where Max stood with his feelings and he was very respectful with giving Blake all the time and space she needed before anything would ever eventuate but Blake was certain there was some attraction there. Okay, maybe a bit more than some, more like a lot. 

“But what will the boys think? What will Toto think?” The boys were referring to Lewis and George, Max’s biggest rivals. She was also afraid that if she was to engage in anything with Max that it might jeopardise her career though everyone knew she was a vital part of the Mercedes team. 

“They can all learn to deal with it if they truly value you. Besides, they would all want you to be happy, no matter who the other person was.” Blake found herself strolling onto the balcony where she sat down on a chair, looking out over the sea. Boats and yachts were coming in and out of the port and she could only imagine what that would be like, to sail away and enjoy the sun warming her skin. She was heading back to her home in England the following day, all of her bags already packed. She would have to get a bus to Nice in France and then a flight from Nice to London. From there she would pick up her car from the airport and drive to Brackley where she had her apartment, only a few minutes from the Formula One base. It would be a long day of travel, that's for sure. “Hey babes, it’ll all work out. Do whatever feels right.”

“I will, thank you. Listen, I have to go, I have to finish cleaning the house for Lewis before I head home tomorrow.”

“Let me know if anything changes, I’m always here.” The two girls bid their farewell, Carmen hanging up after sending kissing sounds through the phone leaving Blake to giggle at her friend. She was left to her lonesome now in Lewis’ condo. She knew she could easily message Max now that they had each other's phone numbers but she also needed time to sort of process her own feelings, figure out where her head was at. 

The past few days had been amazing; Max showed her his favourite places in Monaco and surrounding, took her out for breakfast, lunch and dinner, invited her over to his condo to watch a movie or a TV show or have a cocktail night where they could dress in their pyjamas. He was extremely respectful, working on getting to know Blake whilst she enjoyed her time one-on-one with him. 

Max had reached for his phone a number of times before finally deciding against it. He knew that Blake was leaving the next day and wanted to give her some space so she could relax a little before but it took every ounce of his being not to just send her one simple message. He knew that the time they spent together for the past few days would probably be the most amount of time they will spend together one-on-one for a long time as they start the prep for the new racing season but he just felt so mellow and himself around her. 

He still received communication from Kelly every now and then asking for him to take her back or trying to guilt him by using Penelope as a pawn which made Max feel quite disgusted but he was strong. He is in love with Blake, and nothing and no one would ever change his mind. 

*   *   *

Blake made it through security with ease which was a relief given the fact that she had a restless sleep the night before. There was just something that was keeping her up which was annoying as she spent most of the day prior cleaning Lewis’ house and making him a vegan slice for him to come home to. The drive from Monaco to Nice was dark, reminding her of when Max drove her an hour away to show her a sunrise like no other, but it was peaceful. The shuttle to the airport had several other tourists; a trio of young girls most likely on a gap year, an older couple with the man sleeping on his wife’s shoulder and a small family. Her flight wasn’t for another few hours so she had time to get a coffee and relax at her gate before it was time to leave.

She had her carry-on bag over her shoulder, her earphones in and a double shot coffee in her hand as she strolled through duty-free and back to her gate. Blake was recognised by some Formula One fans and happily waved, said a brief hello or even took a photo with them but she was beating herself up about not wearing something a little bit more fashionable. She would choose comfort over fashion any day of the week. It’s not that she looked terrible but she didn’t want to look at tagged photos of her wearing baggy sweatpants that were tighter around her thighs and waist than her calves or see her shirt bunched up at the back but appear oversized from the front. She was highly insecure about it but was working on trying to not let it get to her. 

As one song changed into another she heard a slight fuss but chose to ignore it. She was itching to get to her gate so she could sit down, get her book out of her bag and just read until it was time to board her flight. The airport was starting to become busy as time wore on, Blake settled into a chair in the middle of her area at the gate and watched fondly as travellers passed her by. She liked to create different stories for them such as where they were going, why they were travelling and so forth. 

Blake was interrupted by a shadow casting over her as a stranger moved closer, gesturing to the seats near her. She briefly looked up at the man, noticing his cap and face mask and nodded whilst her music continued to play, assuming he was going to take the seat a couple down from her even though there was ample space at her gate. Instead, he sat down in the seat beside her, nodding at her before looking forward, toying with something in a backpack that was placed beside him on another seat to the right of him. Blake was caught off guard, feeling slightly uncomfortable yet didn’t make a big deal out of it as she didn’t want any sort of drama. 

She was about to get her phone out of her pocket to get ready to message someone to make it look like she was busy or had people waiting for her incase worse comes to worse and this man had ill intentions. Instead, the man pulled out two flowers and sat them in his lap; a sunflower and a rose, both fake for the sake of security. Blake watched from her peripheral vision and felt her heart start to race. 

Max’s hands were clammy as he held the two fake flowers in his lap, his cap hiding his gaze and his face mask shielding most of his face. He couldn’t let Blake fly back to England without him getting a chance to say goodbye and honestly he wasn’t too sure what he would say if everything was going to go to plan. It was immensely cliche and he knew that Checo would probably tease him about it, or anyone would tease him about it when word eventually got out about his romantic gesture but here he was. 

Blake found herself taking her earphones out and placing them carefully in her case before turning to the man beside her. 

“If this is some sick jok-”

“It’s me.” The voice was familiar. It calmed Blake as soon as she heard his accent. He gained some attention as he removed his hat and face mask revealing Max underneath. He had a nervous look on his face but Blake felt herself sigh with relief. At least now she knew it wasn’t some strange man that had been stalking her. 

“What are you doing here?” They weren’t yet at the point of wishing each other good mornings or good nights every day but the two would easily fall into a conversation via text or social media every day. As far as Blake was concerned, Max should still be in bed, lapping up all the free time he had before he was to start his training regime and then start to focus on the upcoming season. He most definitely shouldn’t be here in an airport with Blake and he most definitely should not be seeing Blake when she wasn’t as put together as she would have liked. “It’s barely even six in the morning.” 

She noticed that some people were beginning to notice that Max Verstappen was sitting at an airport gate with the general public but he paid them no mind and everyone else seemed to understand that he was busy right now. That and it was early in the morning. Blake was no stranger to early mornings, or lack of sleep, so this was rather normal for her. Of course she was tired hence the coffee but she was functioning. 

“I couldn’t let you go back home without saying goodbye.” Max cringed at the fact that he sounded so dramatic but Blake’s heart just pounded in her chest. 

“You have my phone number and all my socials.” Blake chuckled, crossing one leg over the other and leaned against her arm rest towards Max. Max noticed this and remembered seeing something online that if someone’s body faced you during a conversation or in general that it meant they were focused on you, you had their attention. He was suddenly nervous. She was right, he did have many ways to contact her but in all honesty he just had to see her in person before the two of them both got extremely busy. 

“I know but,” Max began to trail off, thinking of what to say. He had practised in his bedroom that morning, whilst making the booking for the same flight. He added different emphases on words on his drive to the airport, bought two fake flowers impulsively after posing for several photos once he got out of security and bought a brand new hat and face mask to surprise Blake. And now he sat beside her at a loss for words. “These are for you.” He held out the sunflower and rose and hoped she wouldn’t notice how clammy his hands were when she took them. “They're fake, as you can tell.” He mentally slapped himself in the face, of course she could tell. “I don’t think you can take real flowers on a flight but they last longer. God, that makes me sound like a wanker.” Max’s face was flushed red as Blake giggled, the flowers pinched between two fingers as she touched her forehead to his bicep with a grin on her face. At least he was making her laugh. 

“You’re absolutely right, you cannot take flowers on public. I cannot comment on private flights though. I would say you're the expert in that.” Blake went back to her normal position before looking back to Max. Max seemed to ease a little more as she spoke and he felt less guilty about not knowing more about flying publicly. “What I really mean is what are you doing here? Past security and everything.”

“I have never felt more at ease or at home than I had this past week. And before you say anything I know you want to start off as friends and I am absolutely okay with that I really am. Plus, I have never been to Brackley before.” Blake’s eyes softened as she looked up at Max, the man turning his head to return her gaze. Brackley was where her apartment was located and where the Mercedes-AMG Petronas F1 based was. She was surprised Max had remembered where her new home was. Though, it was hardly a home as she had only spent no more than two months staying in it since she started her new job with Mercedes and Toto. “I know I should have mentioned something. It was all rather last minute and I thought it would be a movie like romantic gesture but I really should have asked if it was okay with you.”

“Max, it’s okay.” Blake placed an arm on his bicep as a form of comfort. “I just wish you told me so I could help you navigate through security and everything. I bet you haven't done that in a long time, you know, since you have a private jet.” She teased Max, chuckling before rolling his eyes. “Just one thing.”

“Yes, of course. Anything.” Blake thought back to her conversation with Carmen on the phone the day previous. She thought about everything that had happened in the past year from fights and assumptions that Max hated her and working with Kelly to the confession, a new job and relocation, new friends that were a found family. He patiently awaited her answer, the one thing she was asking of him. He would do anything in a heartbeat. 

“Take me on a date. A date date.” That he can do.

[lelianasbong]

i hear this is where we drop wyllstarion thoughts/fic ideas? so wyll finally gets some down time and decides to pen some new chapters for his journal/creative writing exercises chronicling the adventures of the Blade, and hits a snag in how he wants to present astarion. hes racking his brain for what classic adventure/romance character archetype he fits best, combing through every fairytale he heard growing up and every novel he read on the lonely road and holding astarion up against all those characters like paint swatches. after a series of extensive daydreams imagining them both as various characters in his fav stories, he realizes all of them are super Not Astarion and pens him down exactly as he is, hoping that everyone will like astarion as much as he does and maybe create a new type of Classic Romantic Hero Archetype. (he also makes sure to include how down bad astarion is for the Blade but the Blade is waiting for him to admit his feelings of True Love first, which will defo happen next chapter FOR SURE any second now)

Of course it's okay! Hope it's alright that I answered publically because at least on mobile I don't see an option to reply privately.

But I looove this idea and I think you'd find an eager audience for this fic if you were to write it. I know I'd eat it for breakfast, lunch AND dinner and frankly Wyllstarion nation is starving for fic (otoh every morsel is so SO good).

Especially considering Shadowheart and Wyll's banter where he's brainstorming ideas for his Blade of Frontiers epic (counting his chickens before they've hatched, she says, but it highlights Wyll's sunny optimism... he's gonna live, he's gonna write that action-adventure-romance, and it's gonna be AWESOME!). And that banter where he's trying to come with Suitably Cool™ superhero names for Gale? Wyll is a champion friend-fiction writer! At least in his head.

There's also banter between Shadowheart and Astarion where she's like "your best pickup lines sound like they're out of trashy paperbacks lmao" and he says, "trashy?! i'm the charming rake that everyone fawns over. DUH" so like..... you can imagine Wyll overhears that, measures it against his own perception of Astarion as a charming sort of cad, weighs that against his Classic Romantic Hero Archetype... narrows it down to something new, something different, simultaneously closer to the truth but with a bardic flair that still paints Astarion as larger than life.

And if you want some more fuel for your fire, there's Origin-Astarion's perception of how Wyll views him if you consider fessing up about your vampirism: "Wyll knows you for what you are: a charismatic scoundrel and an asset in battle. He'll probably take the news fairly well."

[learnfromoprah]

The Oprah Diet: How to Eat Like a Queen (or King)

Hey there, foodies and fitness fanatics! Are you tired of the same old boring diet plans? Do you want to eat like royalty without breaking the bank? Well, today's your lucky day because we're going to explore the Oprah Diet!

Now, you may be wondering, what is the Oprah Diet? Is it a vegan, keto, or paleo diet? Actually, it's none of those! The Oprah Diet is simply eating whatever you want, whenever you want, but with a little Oprah twist.

First, you have to visualize your ideal body. Oprah calls this "The Secret of the Secret," and it involves envisioning yourself in your dream body every day. Once you have a clear image in your mind, you're ready to start eating like a queen (or king).

Next, start your day with a nutritious breakfast of champions. Oprah swears by a bowl of oatmeal topped with fresh berries and nuts. But don't forget to add a little indulgence, like a dollop of whipped cream or a drizzle of honey, to make it truly fit for a queen.

For lunch, you can have whatever your heart desires, as long as you eat it mindfully. Oprah suggests taking a few deep breaths before each bite and savoring every flavor. And don't forget to chew each bite at least 30 times to aid digestion and appreciate the taste!

For dinner, Oprah loves a hearty meal of grilled salmon, steamed veggies, and quinoa. But if you're feeling adventurous, go ahead and order that pizza or burger you've been craving. Just make sure to eat it slowly and mindfully, and stop when you're satisfied, not stuffed.

Finally, end your day with a sweet treat, because what's a queen without her dessert? Oprah loves a warm slice of apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. But if pie isn't your thing, go ahead and indulge in some chocolate or candy. Just remember, everything in moderation.

So, there you have it, the Oprah Diet. No counting calories, no restrictive meal plans, just eat what you want and enjoy every bite like a queen (or king). Happy eating!

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Prompt: Twilight forgot to eat and has been running on empty for an extended period while dealing with chronic pain..?

Twilight felt out of sorts, and he was starting to get a little confused about it.

His entire body had been aching for the last few days, which wasn't surprising considering how often he'd been transforming between wolf and Hylian forms. The constant shifting of bone structure did eventually catch up to him. He figured he'd be in pain.

But why did he feel so unfocused and tired? Was this how Sky felt all the time?

Glancing at the person in question, Twilight saw that he was sleeping soundly, curled inward by a tree stump while everyone else chatted away over dinner.

"Rancher. Rancher."

Jumping, Twilight turned and saw Wild staring at him, holding a bowl of curry.

"I said did you want dinner? I'm pretty sure you skipped breakfast and lunch," Wild said. "Are you feeling okay?"

Oh. Had he skipped breakfast and lunch? He remembered dragging himself out of his bedroll late this morning and therefore he hadn't really made time for breakfast. And he'd gone on patrol for lunch.

Oh.

Wild held out the food with a look that brooked no argument. Twilight sheepishly took the warm bowl and appreciated how it eased the pain in his fingers. "Thanks, Champion."

Wild gave him a smile. "Anytime."

[ronjacksilver4816]

PVZ1 Day Plants and Headcanons

Plants vs. Zombies' 15th anniversary is around the corner, so I wanna celebrate by showing my artwork of every plant and headcanons of their personalities!

Peashooter

The leader of the group.

Has a crush on Sunflower, the feelings are reciprocated but they have yet to express it to each other.

The middle child in his gigantic family tree

Suddenly exploded in popularity after defeating Zomboss. Isn’t complaining about it

The everyman who likes to take it easy

Sunflower

The medic of the team

Optimistic about life, it takes a lot for her to get sad

Beautiful singing voice

Has a crush on Peashooter, has yet to express those feelings to him

Loves sunbathing

Has her own YouTube channel

It’s called Sunflower Sings

Knows that zombies are evil, yet she treats them as friends

Cherry Bomb

They look threatening, but they’re actually quite mild-mannered and friendly

Sprouted five minutes apart from each other

Sibling rivalry

Keep coming up with new explosion phrases in each game.

“How about… CHAPOWIE?” “No, I prefer POWBOOF!”

Can blow up when very angry

Grapeshot’s rival

Both heads have a crush on Bombegranate.

Wall-nut

Very stupid, yet also very nice

Treats being eaten as getting a message

Close friends with Chomper and Potato Mine

A bowling champion with a lot of experience. 30 strikes in a row!

Nearly indestructible. Don’t believe us? Try throwing a rock at him.

Terrified of nutcrackers

Potato Mine

Short-sighting like a mole, sees better underground

Went on to brand “SPUDOW!” as a catchphrase. No-one is willing to support him on that.

Has a crush on Sweet Potato, she’s too oblivious to see it

The cool, quiet one

Loves surprising zombies when they least expect it

Snow Pea

Peashooter’s cousin who lives at Mt. Brainer

Plays the bongos and tennis in her free time

Has a crush on Fire Peashooter, but worries that she’ll melt by getting too close to her

Dislikes Torchwood because her fire melts her peas

One day wishes to visit the north pole

Once asked Chomper to catch a snowflake to see what it tasted like, and she immediately regretted his decision when he got a face full of Chomper saliva.

Chomper

Looks threatening, but has the mentality of a friendly dog

Has bad zombie breath. No one has the heart to tell him.

Speaks in gibberish and growls

Eats Newspaper Zombies for breakfast, Browncoats and All-Stars for lunch, and Imps for dinner and dessert

Licks others to show affection

A good friend of Audrey II

Repeater

Peashooter’s older brother

Feels the need to repeat himself all the time (“Listen to me! Listen to me!”)

Secretly very insecure and just wants his family’s love

Sleeps in a street alley

There’s a lamp there because he still needs to photosynthesize

A bit of a (platonic) tsundere

His repeating habits came from when he was born by pouring twice the amount of water on his seeds.

Twin Sunflower

Sunflower’s bizarre younger sister

Run a sunglasses shop

Both heads sing karaoke with each other on weekends

Both heads have a mind of their own

Has a crush on Threepeater

Gatling Pea/Mega Gatling Pea

Peashooter and Repeater’s big brother

Retired from fighting zombies to work at a gym, just so he can be his own plant

Claims to have fought in the military, but given how sketchy and crude the scratch marks on his old helmet are, no-one wants to tell him the contrary

Everyone is jealous because he’s too overpowered

[findingnemosworld]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 - 𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬. ( 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐊𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥. 𝐊𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐨 )

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

( 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬'𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 )

Falling in love is a sensation that is akin to the cool summer breeze which pricks your skin in the sweetest most poetic way possible after a rather daunting and balmy day, it’s akin to the song you discover randomly only for you to end up becoming obsessed with that particular melody, it’s akin to the blanket that holds so many memories everytime you wrap it around yourself.

Falling in love was her.

Kostas remembers meeting her three months into his career as a Liverpool player, moving away from Greece was both difficult and exciting at first, being away from home while doing what you love would often leave him wondering if he made the right choice, yet his doubts were affirmed the moment he met her.

Y/N was a recluse person, barely conversed with people and only interacted via smiles and soft greetings, and for some reason; it prompted Kostas to approach her and introduce himself seeing as their doors were across from one another, and from that day – a friendship was born, they bonded over their shared love for music, particular films and the similar background seeing as Y/N’s grandparents were from Greece but had moved to England to give her father a better life.

At first it was a strictly platonic affair, a bond that consisted solely of two people who liked the same things and enjoyed each other’s company – yet along the way, Kostas found himself drawn to her even more; he liked the way she’d always have a meal for him when he returned home from training, he liked the way she’d send funny memes and text messages to cheer him up before match days and what he adored the most was how she was not afraid to be affectionate, greeting him with hugs, kisses on the cheek and often times allowing him to sink in her embrace in order to destress from both the good and bad days.

And yet, he wasn’t sure if she felt the same, if she only saw him as a friend or something more.

It only seemed to hurt him even more when he had to watch her date someone else, a man from her work place whom he knew didn’t like how close he was to Y/N yet Kostas stood his ground, still finding ways to reach out to her when he needed someone to talk to, meeting her over breakfast, lunch or dinner, he wouldn’t allow any one to take her away from him.

He wonders how someone like him had been able to charm Y/N, she was simple, she didn’t like extravagant things nor did she like to be spoiled, yet the man did all of that and then some – what drove him mad was how Y/N seemed to be enamored by him as the days went by, on so many occasions he wanted to tell her that she deserved better than a materialistic idiot that only viewed her as a possession rather than a person.

Yet his heart couldn’t bare the notion of being the cause of her despair, so he sat back in silence; comforting her whenever she had a fight with him, allowing her to vent when she felt frustrated – he figured that if he couldn’t have all of her, he’d have a fraction while weaving the other in his mind, as selfish as that may sound.

One night, Y/N had called him over under the guise of spending time together seeing as he had about three days before traveling to Paris to play in the Champions League, and they did spend time together — or rather, he spent time watching her as she effortlessly moved around the kitchen to make dinner for them.

" Y/N " Kostas calls out with a confused expression. " Are you ok? "

Y/N looks up with a soft smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, " I’m fine, why do you ask? "

" You’ve been silent the whole time I am here which isn’t like you since you like to talk a lot " Kostas states with an unreadable tone. " You avoided looking at me which is also not like you, and you’re being overall strangely quiet so, what’s wrong? "

Y/N’s lips pressed into a thin line, " I don’t know how to say it "

Kostas’s brows furrowed, a look of concern across his eyes. " agápi mou, what’s wrong? "

Y/N shakes her head, " Nothing’s wrong Kos, it’s just … I know that you, don’t like Sean so I am finding it hard to tell you this " she mutters, fidgiting with her bracelet.

Kostas walks around the counter to approach her, " Tell me " he murmured, " Did he hurt you? did he do something? cause I will kill him, I don’t care what happens "

Y/N grabs his hand to squeeze it, " He didn’t .. he " she licks her lip, " He asked me to marry him "

Kostas’s body freezes the minute he heard those words, /He asked me to marry him/ – his lips press into a thin line before a cough escapes as he said, " He did? " he echoes.

" Yes " Y/N nods with a nervous smile, " And I .. I said yes "

In that moment, Kostas physically felt his heart shatter into a million pieces; the mere fact that she said those words was akin to a metal rod being strung across his fragile heart, he nods silently, unsure of what to say as he tried to make sense of the fact that he lost her, before he could even confess his emotions, before he could tell her that Sean is not the one she belongs with, that He is the one she truly belongs with.

" Kos " Y/N whispers, " I know that you hate him but, he’s … " she chews on her bottom lip. " He’s good for me "

What about me? Am I not good enough? – Kostas wanted to say, yet instead found himself forcing the biggest smile across his lips to say, " As long as you’re happy " he murmurs then presses a kiss to her temple, " I am also happy "

And from that night, he never saw her again; he’d purposefully stay behind during trainings under the claim that he wanted to better his chances at being chosen in the starting eleven, yet some of his teammates were aware of the real reason, one in particular being Thiago who invited him one night to have dinner with his family, and after dinner; he takes him to sit down in the back garden under the starry sky.

" I lost her " Kostas whispers audibly, with a sad smile across his lips. " She’s getting married to that piece of … she’s getting married Thiago, to someone so fake and not fitting for her " he heaved out a sigh.

The Spaniard nods, patting his friend’s back before he said. " Why didn’t you tell her anything hermano? "

Kostas chuckles, the reason was quite simple when thinking of it, " I freaked out, she’s every thing I can hope for but she told me that she’d hope for someone that has a stable job and knowing us " he pauses then exhales a deep breath, " Our job is anything but stable "

Thiago shakes his head, " Kostas, hermano If I know you well enough and I do, then I know for sure that you won’t let Y/N slip from your fingers "

" What if I end up taking away her chance of happiness? " Kostas wonders out loud.

Thiago grows silent before he said, " You’ll be living in the land of what ifs? if you don’t try, and from what I hear, I think she feels the same way "

While it made sense to follow through with what Thiago had advised him, Kostas was still quite afraid and continued to avoid Y/N, coming home when he was certain that she’d be asleep — that is until one night, while he was watching an old film, his two dogs Maui and Fuerte keeping him company, the sound of the doorbell rings confusing him, however the dogs trot towards the door before he could make his way there.

Once he walks up to the door, he opens it to reveal a bloodshot and distraught Y/N and before he could ask what’s wrong? he was nearly tackled by her flinging herself into his chest, wrapping both arms around his torso and burying her face in his chest to break down entirely – with one free hand, he closes the door and manages to bring her with him to the couch while she continued to furiously sob in his arms.

The two dogs were quick to muzzle her legs in an attempt to comfort her, the mere action causes her to pull back and wipe her cheeks before saying, " I’m sorry " she whispers.

" No " Kostas shakes his head, " Don’t apologize, I’m going to get you a glass of water and then you can tell me what happened? "

Y/N nods silently, smiling at the two dogs who nuzzle close and place their cheeks on her lap – she caressed their heads, which ultimately helped ease her sadness.

Kostas returns to hand her a glass of water, she gratefully grabs it and takes a big gulp before he said. " Now, take a deep breath and tell me what happened? "

Y/N inhales then exhales before she began to speak, " I called off the engagement "

Kostas’s eyes widen, " What? Why? what happened? "

Y/N recounts the story from the start – about how she had suspected that Sean was having an affair, and indeed; she came across text messages and photos of him with another woman and when confronting him, Sean confessed that he only asked her to marry him out of spite.

" Out of spite? " Kostas echoed in confusion from what he heard, " Who was he planning on spiting? "

Y/N looks up to meet his gaze, " I should have been honest from the beginning " she whispers.

Kostas tilts his head, " What do you mean? "

" Kos, the only reason I pursued a relationship with Sean, much less an engagement " Y/N explains with a shaky voice, " It was because I was trying to convince myself that we were just friends, when clearly we weren’t "

Kostas’s eyes widened, " Oh? "

" The lines blurred between us a long time ago and um … " Y/N swallows the lump in her throat, " I wanted to tell you on so many occasions but I was afraid because of what you do, there wouldn’t be any hope for a relationship between us – especially since, you could play for one team and god knows in a year or two, you’d be off playing somewhere else "

Kostas blinks, " Are you saying what I think you’re saying? "

Y/N nods, " Kostantinos, I love you " she said with a tearful smile, " I love you so much that it scares me just how much you mean to me and how much I’m also afraid of the future, our future together should this happen "

Kostas heaves out a sigh, " Wow "

" That’s all you’re going to say, wow " Y/N echoes.

Kostas was quick to grab her hand, " agápi mou, I … " he chuckles, " I’ve been in love with you since the day I saw you, and truth be told – I loved you even more and more as the days went on because you represent a part of home for me, being around you makes me feel like myself, like I’m not Kostas the football player but rather Kostas, the overly energetic child that loves life and like you I was scared because I valued your friendship so much that I was afraid of losing you, but I can assure you, you won’t lose me, wherever I go, you’re coming with me "

Y/N smiles. " Do you mean that? "

Kostas nods, cradling her face to plant a kiss on her lips. " agápi mou, you belong with me, forever "

Falling in love resembled so many things in life, yet for Kostas – falling in love is her, she represented the true meaning of love, a meaning he’ll happily spend the rest of his life discovering.

[virtuouswhitehatorganization]

Sugga (Villainous Oc)

Name: Sugga

DOB: February 20th

Sexuality: Pansexual

Age: 70 chronologically/35 biologically

Affiliations: Neutral ; Grey Hat Organization; Dario

Abilities: Superhuman strength, reflexes, endurance, and agility; Superhuman senses; Untrained combat; Superb cooking skills

Occupation: Greasy spoon owner; Informant

Love Interest: Dario

Residence: Marin City; Renid (formerly)

Species: Alien (Renidian)

Personality: She is a witty and sarcastic figure who always is knowledgeable about the current things happening in the world. She is always willing to listen and pass along information to whoever needs it. She is nonchalant about the whole heroes vs villains thing and just is content just serving whatever customers come in. However, that doesn't mean she doesn't have her own personal morals, but isn't committed to one side due to feeling everything is more complex than people give it to. Despite her seemingly sarcastic nature, she is overal kind to any customer who doesn't make trouble and tends to give out good advice to people who she feels needs it. She also gets protective of younger customers as well and will defeat anyone who she feels is threatening them. She also has an eye for love matches and tends to encourage certain people to get together.

Background: The proud owner of Sugga's Diner, a favorite local eatery. She first set up shop twenty five years ago after leaving her home planet and it has been attended by heroes, villains, and civilians alike. As a result, her eatery has been considered neutral grounds for years and she has been seen as an informant for many heroes, villains, and even civilians. She especially has history with the PEACE agent, Dario Polo, who she has dated in the past and holds a bit of a torch for. Even though they aren't currently dating, she still acts like an informant to him and extends that to his daughter when she comes knocking.

She knows Gerry and even dated him at some points.

When she is informing people she always will enter into a private room to inform them and no one else can come there when a session happens to keep up her neutral stance.

She goes onto have a close relationship with Green Rod and even helps encourage her relationship with Coyote by setting up their date nights at her restaurant.

She has a wall of bounty posters for bounty hunters, heroes looking for villains, and villains targeting people.

She has menu items from her home planet and other alien cultures.

She also is known to beat people up who get too rowdy or don't pay for their meals.

Dario has tried to convince her to go fully heroes only but has declined which is why the relationship was on and off.

She smokes.

She has many a food supply provider who lets her get things from different planets.

She has a mega meal challenge called Sugga's Meal Of Champions which only a few have been able to complete which includes Dario, Green Rod, and later Meng. She hangs the winner of those challenges on a wall. Green Rod and Coyote's biological kids are able to get on there later down the line. Demencia is even on the wall. The meal challenge is served in three variants: breakfast, lunch and dinner.

She is based on Darlene Spritzer from Lobo's comic series.

Her species has a lifespan twice the length of humans.

Created by meiker.io/play/13396/online.ht…

[wankusbonkus-gt]

Slave For Me

Summary: ‘Due to an errant growth spell, Ron experiences both physical and mental changes, making him larger and meaner. His favourite target is Harry, his former friend turned slave.’

Content: Size Growth, Farting, Personality Change (for the worse), Dom/Sub, Slavery, Believable Size Difference

A/N: Commission for MakeYouBigger! Their prompt was: "Dean, Seamus, and Ron come up with a plan to make Harry taller, only their spell somehow hits Ron instead. Ron slowly and steadily grows and he becomes cocky and dominant especially after living in Harry's shadow for so long. Definitely include butts, farts, size difference, power." 

This was heaps of fun to write; I've never done anything with size growth like this. Hope you all enjoy! Also, at the moment, I will only be writing macro/micro fics for commissions. I still write (mostly smut), but it's all centred around other stuff. And unless I have something motivating me to write macro/micro, I generally won't go there on my own. (link to AO3 version)

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Ron feels the spell they created–Corpus Potens–collide with him, and he stumbles down onto the bed behind him.

‘Merlin’s beard, Seamus! What was that?’ He whisper-yells, conscious of Harry’s slumbering body between them.

‘I didn’t mean to hit you! I thought I saw a mouse!’ is all his friend offers. Then, he asks, ‘Do you feel any different?’ He and Dean look at him.

Ron shrugs. ‘Not really. A bit odd.’

‘Oh.’ Seamus deflates, and Dean pats his back.

‘It didn’t work,’ he says. ‘I guess it was worth a try.’

They wanted to create a spell that might give Harry an edge over the other champions, who are all older and more experienced than him. But clearly the spell didn’t even work, as evident by Ron’s lack of change, which is supposed to be instantaneous.

Sighing in disappointment, they all say their “good nights” and climb into bed. Ron falls asleep with an odd aching in his bones.

~

The changes are gradual and hard, at first, to spot.

He eats a bit more, gains a few more inches of height, and he might be a bit more aggressive, but that can all be blamed on a boy’s hormonal changes.

It isn’t until he curses a Slytherin student into oblivion–they have to stay in the medical wing for three days–that Ron begins to understand the spell had worked.

By the end of the month, he is almost unrecognisable from his former self.

He eats almost double his usual amount everyday, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. This has the unfortunate consequence of making his flatulence truly gruesome. He’s had an area evacuated by everyone around him more than once, whenever he decides to let it rip.

He’s also seemed to grow a bit. He was already quite a tall, gangly boy, but he’s easily gained over a foot in height, and filled out besides. His limbs are now lined with fine muscle, and his faint abs have been chiselled into an agreeable washboard. Ron finds himself preening in the mirror rather often, flexing his arms and posing.

But the biggest change is his attitude. While never exactly humble before, his ego now rivals Malfoy’s in size. He often throws around his weight in class, bullying others into agreeing with him. None are safe from his wrath, but one person in particular receives the worst of it: Harry.

Ron has always been jealous of the boy, but this was tempered by their friendship and Harry’s humble nature. But in the face of Ron’s change, as well as the fame Harry accrues due to his status as a Triwizard Champion, he has become rather mean.

Where he would once shield, he ignores. Where he would once talk to Harry and try to coerce him out of his moods, he encourages them, poking fun at all of Harry’s inadequacies. He’s too small, too weak, too helpless.

Ron has also enjoyed weaponising his farts, always letting the worst of them out when he’s near Harry. Once, he timed it when his arse was angled near Harry’s head and he farted for twenty seconds straight. He laughed himself hoarse at the boy’s retching. He’s woken Harry up that way too, planting his bare arse in Harry’s face and smothering him. It never fails to amuse him.

It all culminates one night when their other dormmates have left for dinner.

Ron is about to follow, feeling like there's a hole in his stomach, but Harry blocks his way.

‘What do you want?’

Harry has the audacity to look mad. ‘What do I want, Ron? I want you to tell me why you’ve been treating me so horribly this past month. Have I done something wrong to you? Do you not value our friendship anymore?’

‘Our friendship?’ Ron lets out a disbelieving guffaw, crossing his thick, freckled arms over his barrel chest. He has to tilt his head down to look at Harry. ‘What friendship? You mean where you got to hog all the spotlight when you did nothing but be born as the saviour of the wizarding world? Where I’d get ignored because Harry Potter was more important?’

‘It’s not my fault I was born the way I am, Ron! I didn’t ask for my parents to be killed or to be constantly judged by everyone! I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I want to know how I can be your friend again.’

Ron leers down at Harry, who is scruffy and altogether underwhelming. He’s like a child compared to Ron. All small and scrawny. ‘I don’t think we can be friends anymore, mate. But if you want to make it up to me, I know a way.’

‘Alright, then, what is it?’

‘Go sit down on the bed.’ He points to Harry’s.

When Harry takes too long to comply, confused, Ron grapples him by the shoulder and manhandles him into position. Sat at the end of the bed, at a perfect height for what he has planned.

‘Don’t move, or you won’t like what I’ll do to you, bitch boy.’

He yanks down his trousers, bearing his pale, muscular arse to his former friend, and positions it in Harry’s face. The boy’s pointed nose digs between his sweaty crack. Ron keeps a large hand at the back of his hand so he doesn’t pull away. It practically engulfs his skull.

‘You wanna know what I want? I want you to feel the humiliation I did everytime you got something you didn’t deserve.’

He pushes Harry’s head closer, till his nose touches Ron’s arsehole, and he lets rip something he’s been holding in all day. It bubbles in his gut for a moment before exploding into Harry’s nose. Ron doesn’t even know how long it goes for, but he can smell it, even muffled as it is by Harry’s face.

‘There you go. That’s for getting to be Triwaizard Champion. You probably did ask for someone to put your name in the Goblet of Fire, you little shit.’

Harry moans loudly into his arse.

‘Yeah, you like that? Bloody pathetic.’ He bullies Harry impossibly closer, his sweaty, hairy arsecrack covering Harry's face. Ron can feel Harry’s hot panicked breaths tickling his hole. He grins cruelly. ‘I’ve got another one for you.’

Before Harry can close his mouth, Ron pushes the next fart out, right into Harry’s mouth. The boy cries, but Ron doesn’t give him relief, gripping him harshly by the hair and blowing rancid air into his face.

When he finally lets Harry go, he weakly flops back on the bed, probably from sucking up too many of Ron’s farts.

He laughs as he pulls up his trousers.

‘All you’’ ever be now is my little bitch, Potter. You’re not worth my friendship. Merlin, you’re not worth the shit in my arse. Next time you try anything, I’ll hotbox you until you pass out. Now I’m going to dinner. I’ll be sure to eat a load of eggs, just for you.’

He doesn’t look back as he swaggers out the room.

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Decorating With Candy Day

Add a touch of sweetness to spaces with colorful and creative edible arrangements that bring a playful charm to any setting.

I am literally jumping and squealing like a little kid! You heard correctly, it is Decorating with Candy Day! Let your imagination run away today. Put a sprinkle of candy on everything you eat or drink. Enjoy that sugar high as long as it lasts! Perhaps you were thinking of updating your child’s room, today is a great day for inspiration.

Decorating with candy could come in the form of pictures, collages or using candy decorated fabrics. The sky is the limit when talking about this. Let your imagination guide you on Decorating with Candy Day.

History of Decorating with Candy Day

Through the ages, candy has been used in celebration as well as decoration. Think of the Christmas decorations or even the decorations for Halloween and you can see how candy has woven its way into our lives. There are other holidays too that candy plays a central part in.

Valentine’s day may be about love, but there had better be some candy with your flowers right ladies? Easter is another holiday that has a candy-coated vibe. I can see why people would want to have a day dedicated to being creative with those sweet decorations and that’s Decorating with Candy Day!

How to celebrate Decorate with Candy Day

Time to celebrate! So many ideas and so little time! That is the great part about holidays, they come around each year – so what you don’t accomplish this year you can set out to do in the next!

But let’s focus on this holiday and talk about food. Breakfast could begin with some sweet pancakes decorated with shapes or faces made with chocolate chips or whatever your favorite melty goodness is. How about adding some candies to a cozy bowl of oatmeal? Or some caramel drizzled over fruit? The morning ideas are many!

Lunch has a few more options as a gift of a package of sweets will turn any frown upside down. You just may make your child the champion of the lunch room today if you send a few goodies along. Everyone has taken time growing up to play the lunchroom trade games and the best thing going was anything sweet!

End the day after dinner with a sweet dessert! You can just let yourself go wild and decorate a cake or pan of brownies with smarties, m&m’s or any other small, colorful treat! Perhaps you are looking for something more adventurous. Try making an ice cream creation with layers of different candies. Don’t forget to add some sprinkles and chopped candy pieces to the top!

If eating the candy isn’t your idea of a good time you can celebrate Decorate with Candy Day by creating a festive table with arrangements of candy at each place. You can take the day to buy up all the fabric that has little candies on it to make curtains and blankets for your little ones. Some very creative people have even shared their decorating ideas on social media. You can find them on Pinterest or Facebook. Head on over and get decorating!

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Intermediate A: The Daily Diaries

Ciara Everard

Irish 800m champion

January 7, 2017

I’m an athlete. On weekdays, I always get up at 8 am. First, I go for a run. I’m usually out for 30 minutes – not long. Then I go home, take a shower and have breakfast – banana pancakes and a cup of tea. I’m not a morning person, so I usually need some coffee, too!

From 10 am to lunchtime, I’m in the gym. I don’t like it, but I know it’s good for me! Aſter that, I go home and make lunch. I usually have an omelette, some fish and toast. In the aſternoon, I’m always really tired, so I sleep for about 30 minutes. At 3 pm, I get up, read my emails and do some work.

At 5 pm, I go for my evening run. Then I exercise and take an ice-bath. At 7 pm, I go home and make dinner. I usually prepare my meals on the weekend so I don’t need to cook every night.

In the evening, I relax and watch TV. Finally, I have a snack and go to bed at 11 pm.

We use sequencing words (first,after that,then and finally) to help the reader understand the order of things in a text.

• We use First to say what we do first.

• We use Second or After to say what we do after another thing.

• We use Finally to say what we do last.

Practice Activity for June 5th: Write a short blog post about your day. Add details and use sequencing words (first, after that,then and finally) to explain the order. You can include 4 activities you do in your normal life.

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