#i can and Will be unhealthily intense about apples

[eldritch-spouse]

holy shit nebul the love of my life the apple of my eye i don’t want him to make me better we can be worse together!!!! and it had me thinking just a little bit…….. what would he be like with a pearl with bpd? i could only think about how he could feed much more due to my heightened and frequent negative emotions, yet get the best of my undying loyalty and affection towards him!!! sure, i’m emotionally volatile and would be given to him as mentally stable as a train with broken wheels but, he can fix me right? or make me worse, either way i’d be glued to nebul like a leech

[Anon. I have a very loose grasp of how BPD actually works, so I don't feel confident to answer this. But I'll generalize.]

TW: Psychological abuse; Weaponizing a disorder.

Nebul is bad for you.

Well, he's bad for everyone, but someone with bipolar disorder will suffer perhaps twofold in his hands. Feeding off the lows you can very easily sink to is like a guilty pleasure for the wraith, he can't help but intentionally trigger episodes of instability within you simply to create a snacking loop from time to time.

The undead sure likes to think he can "fix you", and truly, he can. Disorder or not, Nebul doesn't rest until you're the epitome of the perfect pet, intensifying desirable qualities like loyalty and unhealthily intense infatuation as well as dependant tendencies while trying to weed off possible aggressive responses in moments of volatility.

The wraith won't try to remove the BPD from you, but he will make sure that your own condition contributes to keeping you trapped into your new subservient role.

As usual, there's always an element of manipulation involved. You're currently broken, he says to you calmly, you're hard to fix, at any moment you may fall apart again and Nebul will have to restart his meticulous work. But he'll do it anyway, because you are his pet, and he cherishes you like any good master does. Aren't you thankful that he puts up with you? That he's so benevolent? No one else would care to help you, save you. And frankly, with the attitude you give him sometimes, the wraith can understand why. Maybe you should be a little more humble, no?

[krchov]

top 5 apple cultivars

I love you so much I'm kissing you on the lips LET ME TELL YOU

okay so first thing first. You might know the infamous comedic apple ranking website. And while the ranking criteria is relatively sound (things like flesh, sweetness, skin, taste etc) the author has a palate of geriatric pangolin who would probably die if he tasted anything that's not insultingly bland. Proper ranking apple cultivars ranking has no damn point system bc it isn't rigid, acknowledges that not all apples are tasted in the same condition/ripeness and in no way would call it call Granny Smith a shitty apple.

So here comes my objective top five apple cultivars. Some of them might come from similar cross breeds (and what does it say about Red D*licious that the thing we most do with it is to try for it to not taste like itself), but all of them sans ones are their own protected and in some cases trademarked breeds.

1) Kanzi

For the longest time it was not available on the Czech market, by which i mean that the first time I had a Kanzi apple I had to take three different trains to an "organic" orchard two hours from my house just to be able to buy one. On the way there I forgot to buy a ticket for the last leg of the journey, got caught by the conductor and was told that I can either get off the next station, or pay 40€ fine. As the orchard would be closed for business if I had to get off and wait for the next train, this officially makes kanzi the most expensive apple I've ever eaten.

It's small and sometimes mottled, but don't let it's visage fool you. It's firm, juicy, the perfect of sweet and sour and the flesh has a smooth texture. The skin isn't too thick and has a great taste on its own. Perfect rucksack apple to take with you on hikes.

2) that one apple I bought on a farmers market at Zelňák in Brno and that when asked about the cultivar was told "idk, my grandma has two trees in her backyard". Unlike anything I've ever tasted, with sweet, soft flesh that was all that other fully red apples desire to be. It keeps me up at night thinking about what sort of crossbreed it could be

3) Granny Smith. The MILF of the apples. I'd eat this juicy, spicy Australian grandma any time. All that libel you see written online is just people being unable to appreciate a good, firm sour apple. True it might be little bit hard on the teeth sometimes but the way the flesh breaks off gives you the option to go truly hog wild on it. Staple apple (stapple, if you will) of any kitchen, ready to be snacked on any time.

4) pink lady. I first bought this at this corner store in Bødo and then I've spent the following month going through every single grocer in Norway trying to find it again, with no luck. When they rolled them into Czech rep few years back I nearly creamed my pants right there in the Lidl fruit section. They are crunchy, sweet but fresh, the perfect inoffensive apple that is good to go with anything. Maybe little overpriced when compared to other apples, but a classic anyway. I'm not calling them a stapple only for the fact that they rippen up pretty quickly and unlike granny Smith make it hard to see visually if they are past the good texture point.

5) Halloween Apples©. I'm so angry that I can get them only once a year and if Lidl ever discontinues them I'm gonna go on a warpath. Because somehow while they were trying to breed an apple with red flesh, they not only succeeded but they created a cultivar that tastes exactly like pomegranates. I can, will and did gorge myself on them till I was sick. So low only because of their criminal unavailability.

Cosmic Crisp didn't make the cut because even though it's The Apple, let's be honest. It's mostly marketing, and it tastes like more juicy pink lady. Had to stick the one I had in a fridge for a moment just so the flesh would firm up into a decent texture.

[imagine-wannaone]

Ha Sungwoon Soulmate AU

Here we go, Ha Sungwoon~

• You’re soulmate key is where you see in black, white and grey until you meet your soulmate,

• While the idea sounds beautiful, it’s kinda a nuisance,

• Apples are like a roulette, are they going to be sweet or sour?

• You only found there was 2 different colours of apple when you where in your second half of your teenage years,

• You always read books with such beautiful descriptions but when they talk about the colours of a forrest or the vivid ‘turquoise’ of the sea, it means nothing to you,

• The amount of times you’ve eaten unripe bananas,

• And how are you supposed to tell if you’ve cooked meat properly?

• Cooking is a hell of an adventure,

• Food poisoning is g r e a t,

• “What’s your favourite colour?” is actually the most stressful question there is,

• “You know that one shade of grey that’s lighter than tree’s but darker than the clouds?”

• They don’t know,

• Constantly asking your friends to help choose clothes because you don’t want to dress in black all of the time,

• You listen to your friends when they say some colours don’t go with others,

• I mean you could go out as a interesting jumble but you have a little bit of pride left, buried deep down,

• You hated it as a kid, you couldn’t even understand the significance of a soulmate,

• (Sometimes you question the significance of a soulmate still but ssssh),

• You maybe threw a tantrum a few times when asked to colour pictures in,

• But honestly isn’t it a little mean to tell a kid who can’t see colours to colour a sunset,

• Something they’ve never even seen properly,

• You had to make sure your voice was heard,

• So you screamed you lungs out,

• Activist of the future,

• Its honestly such an unpractical key,

• You spend a hell of a lot of time wondering what colours are like,

• People can’t seem to give you a straight answer, either-

• 'Don’t worry, colours aren’t too great,’ they don’t understand the want for something you don’t have,

• Or

• 'They’re honestly so beautiful, wait till you meet your soulmate,’

• What else are you going to do but wait?

• But there’s not much point in wondering, you can’t exactly imagine new colours,

• Which is painful,

• But you have one friend who is quite good at describing colours,

• You don’t exactly know what they’d look like, but you get the feel for them,

• “Whats red like again?”

• “Like the rage you feel that you can’t control, When you see someone you can’t take your eyes off, the colour of kisses and the feeling where you know your the most attractive in the room,”

• I mean, you have a feeling in what to anticipate when you get your colours if nothing else,

• You always wonder, when you meet your soulmate, will all the colours flash at once, in the beat of a heart?

• Well you find out,

• Oh boy do you find out,

• It happens at a theme park,

• (Because we’re all kids inside),

• There’s a huge ride,

• The sort with all the loops and high speeds and screams and with its name in aggressive font on top of it,

• You’re not sure if you want to go on but you play odds on with your friend and you find yourself waiting in the short line,

• Alone,

• You hop into the seat of the ride, one of the ones where the seats are way too high so you have to jump to get on and with the bump in between your legs to stop you from slipping right out,

• You swing your legs and rest your hands on your knees to calm yourself,

• Screaming inside™

• Why had the worker shuffled you towards the front seat?

• A boy slides into the seat next to you, looking a little bit more confident than you,

• But that’s not saying much really,

• “You get dared to get on as well?” You turn to face him, hoping to calm your nerves before the workers come round to pull down the but that holds you in the seat,

• “Yeah, I-” He laughs lightly but then stops in his tracks, eyes widening in awe,

• You almost choke,

• (You actually do but no one needs to know),

• The colour of his eyes, you can see it,

• It isn’t a black or a grey or a white, it’s a colour and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen,

• “Shit, they weren’t kidding when they said it was beautiful where they,”

• You can’t stop staring because there it is, and it’s explainable,

• And this boy has bought you magic,

• You tear your eyes away to quickly glance around, shades of this single colour appearing all over, standing out loud and proud against the black and white,

• “You’re amazing, this is amazing,” He starts laughing and you can’t help but join in, admiring the crease of his amazing eyes and  the curve if his smile,

• You get strapped in, but there’s no fear left in your system, only an intense feeling of safety,

• Which is really misleading because you’re about to be hurtling in loops at top speeds strapped down by a mere piece of metal,

• But he slides his hand into his and you don’t let go,

• You probably break the bones in his hand on the ride but he isn’t complaining,

• You nearly rip your restraint to get a better look at him, and at the world,

• But you’re still vaguely aware of safety risks,

• The two of you hobble off the ride together, Swaying this way and that but you can’t stop giggling,

• More colours are starting to appear, as well as his eyes and hair, his skin tone and the colour of his lips, you’re pretty sure it’s pink, 

• Or red, 

• Or orange?

• But they’re so pretty you have to hold yourself back from running your thumb over them,

• But it seems your soulmate is having the same problem, but with less self control,

• He reaches out to touch the hair the ride has thrown around your face, tucking it behind your ear, careful as if you’re fine China,

• But then with the motion he pulls your head towards your chest and you can feel his heartbeat,

• Unhealthily fast but then so is yours, beating in time,

• You can see more colours melding together, some bright and the feeling of anger, but some the feeling of peace and coldness,

• It’s all so amazing and it’s all thanks to the man you’re pressed against,

• Rater tightly,

• But then you pull away and rest you hands on each others faces, taking in the shades and tone and colour and the minute details,

• So you do run your thumb over his lips,

• And through his hair,

• And across his palms,

• Anyway,

• You two relish everything that comes with each other, one thing at a time,

• His personality is a purple,

• Soft and careful, creative and peaceful, playful and hardworking,

• He makes colours flash before your eyes with every touch,

• When he runs his hand delicately down your back you see turquoise,

• When he runs his hands through your hair and shivers race down your spine, it’s a deep purple,

• When his soft lips press against yours and the butterflies make their appearance, it’s an intense red,

• You often make loads of blanket forts together to watch movies on laptop,

• Because there’s nothing more snug, 

• Curled up together under piles of blankets with little lights,

• But then he starts tickling you and you roll the hell out of there, unable to stand the foul play as his fingers danced against your sensitive skin,

• You ruin the fort but it’s always worth it,

• The two of you have an apartment that is just bursting with colours,

• Some rooms are pastels and some bright,

• Other people say some of the colours you choose don’t go together, but they seem perfectly wonderful to you two,

• To decorate your apartment you just threw balloons filled with pain around though,

• Because it’s fun and you liked the patterns it created on the walls,

• You’re very much into couples outfits because you can finally dress yourselves,

  • Clothes have an importance neither of you quite understand,

• Sungwoon is a different sort of beautiful,

• Not only is he the hansom you find in purple,

• But he’s the memories and firsts,

• First sunset, first rosy red apple, first meadow filled with vibrant flowers, first rainbow,

• It seems things are colourless until you’ve seen them with Sungwoon,

• And you undersand better than anyone else, why your soulmate key is the best,

• Because not only do you find each other, but you find the beauty of the world together, and because of each other,

• The question “What’s your favourite colour?” Becomes your favourite,

• But no one quite understands you when you say brown,

• They think it’s an ugly colour,

• But it has its own beauty,

• Because that was your first colour,

• It’s the colour of coffee and the comfort of your soft bed sheets  after a long day,

• But more importantly,

• Him,