#mango-mush

[ariapmdeol]

72?

OHHH 72 I DEFINITELY REMEMBER LISTENING TO! bitter choco decoration - syudou my beloved <333 this one lives in my head rent free fr fr

[demmysmileface]

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[adv3nture5withm3g]

Im Not Sure What To Call This

Im writing this the same days as I wrote some little things im grateful for (linked here), and it will include some of the same things, just in more context. I had some thoughts I couldn’t fit into the previous post, and it’s more mush mangos (thank you, DJ, for introducing me to that) than anything.  My Grandmother … let’s call her Sunflower; when she was alive, would follow routines, and on…

[bitchfitch]

My mother's bf had a fairly major surgery (he's fine and recovering well DW) and he's going to be housebound for his birthday this year, so I've been enlisted to come up with a fancy birthday meal for the special birthday boy that's primarily fruit and veg, sweeter than savory, and is something he's never had before.

Bc I'm making watermelington. It's beef Wellington, but watermelon. bc my mom only found out recently you can use watermelon as a tuna substitute. And I know that you can substitute most higher quality beef cuts with tuna or salmon.... usually. Anyways the idea fascinates her so I'm hoping to use that for bonus points.

Now he's off his ass on pain killers so I can't like. Ask him if he's ever had something before. so to meet my brief I've decided to just. commit a novel hate crime against the British I guess.

Anyways. I'm writing this because I need to walk myself through this process and think it'll be surreal enough to be worth taking y'all along for.

So, Beef Wellington. In its most basic bitch arrangement is a beef tenderloin wrapped in prosciutto/really thin bacon, with a layer of mushroom and onion mush, that has been further wrapped in mustard slathered puff pastry.

We will be ship of Theseusing this. bc beef Wellington is like. the opposite of what he wants. Which is why it's funny.

Puff pastry-> it's still just puff pastry

this one doesn't have to change (aka I can't be fucked to do pastry prep and I'm just gonna use store bought it's Fine.)

the prosciutto is also just going to be prosciutto.

Thin meat

Beef tenderloin-> watermelon,

Tbh this is a pretty 1 to 1 substitution. I'll bake the slices at like. 250-300 for an hour or so ahead of the rest of prep to dry it out a bit. bc you can't like. Sear watermelon to seal in the water like you can beef. By definition it's a very wet fruit (like me when I fall into the lake). Ill Add salt and chili and lime juice while baking maybe. this is the easy part

The mushroom mush-> salsa done bad style

As the word mush implies, this is meant to be a very soft mix. It adds a lot of nuttiness to the wellington that rounds out all of the salt from the meats. I'm replacing it with white person salsa(the birthday boy can't handle spice). Tomato, lime juice, parsley, avocado, cucumber, feta, and maybe mango so I can have an excuse to have a lil mango treat. I said I wasn't making it spicy. I'm still putting a bit of chili in it. bc it'll be better like that. This is also a ridiculously wet bit of mush, Even the original mushrooms have too much water. I'll figure something out.

Mustard -> jelly

He lives in a big city. those preserve sections are massive. I'll find a weird one. maybe apricot.

Prep:

We're in the mind palace kitchen, I have not attempted any of this. We're just thinking real hard about it and I'll edit as needed on the day and post results.

The watermelon

Preheat oven to eh. 300f? We want low and slow to dry things out without it taking a year. but idk what his oven is like. If it's gentle I'll bump it up another ten-twenty.

Slather some watermelon slices in salt chili powder and lime juice mixture.

bake for 30 min on a wire rack or directly on the oven racks (after cleaning thoroughly) if he doesn't have a wire rack. with a drip try underneath to catch the drippage. check frequently. Have one slice that's for being poked to see if it's approaching being meat. Bake longer if needed.

Salsa bad style

chop everything up and add it to a pan with some oil in it. Tbh I don't think the type of oil you use for cooking matters if you're not like, getting near any smoke points. Most people can't tell the difference unless you made your food bland as hell.

Anyways there's some wildly different moisture contents on the list so there has to be an Order to cook off as much water as possible without getting yucky.

Tomatoes and cucumbers go in together with some salt to get the cucs softening, then the mango chunks and lime juice. Once most of the water is gone the avocado feta and parsley can go in. There is a good amount of water in avocados but they're delicate and don't pan fry well, so we're just going to ignore their water crimes and hope for the best. They just need to be evenly mixed through the rest of the mush.

Putting it together

lay out the puff pastry, cut into sections to wrap each watermelon slice individually with.

Slather in jam

Take the prosciutto and lay it out on half of each section of the pastry,

spoon the salsa onto that

Melon

Another layer of salsa

another layer of thin meat

Fold the pastry over the top and pinch the edges bc watermelon slices are not a rollable shape and I don't want to carve a watermelon into a tube for this because that sounds irritating.

Brush with egg wash and more parsley

Cook in oven following the pastry's preferred temp and time. it's fucking watermelon, you're not getting ecoli from it.

watermelington :)

I'm serving it with baked sweet potatoes and spinach based salad with whatever toppings are left over from making the salsa.

anyways thank you for joing me on this thought experiment. I will post updates once the deed is done. I'm sorry to every British person ever.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Sephiroth is lactose intolerant I can feel it, man was raised on science mush the first time angeal, gen and seph snuck out for ice cream sephiroth thought he was poisoned

Sephiroth, in fetal position, clutching his stomach: I have never felt more pain in my life. This ache rivals that of the suffering I endured under Hojo's care at a young age. I feel as if I'm being shown a teaser of death, and that soon it will come in full to take me away. Never again will I eat ice cream.

Genesis, on his phone: Look! That new ice cream parlor downtown now has mango ice cream!

Sephiroth, sitting up at the speed of light: Then why are we still here??

[winchesterwife19]

authors note

tw: smut, oral (female receiving), virgin, dirty talk

some fluff, dean being an absolute sweetheart and gentleman.

so i've written lots of stuff in the past but never posted anything, so i hope you guys like this. sorry for any typos, i am open to suggestions.

disclaimer: dean is probably about 23 or 24 in this, reader is 20 or 21. also i'm using my features of this, feel free to replace with your own

hope yall enjoy :)

y/n looked beautiful. her dirty blonde hair was flowing down her back in perfect curls, waving perfectly in the slight breeze. her bright greenish-blue eyes put the carolina stars to shame as they shone under the moon light.

dean sat before her, admiring her glowing skin and the grin that was plastered to her face. in that moment, he only knew of one way this night could get any better.

"y/n?" he muttered softly to her, not taking his eyes off her pink, glossed lips.

"yeah?" she glanced up from her lap.

"you look amazing tonight." he whispered breathlessly, letting his fingertips softly graze her the soft skin on her arm. he traced the elephant tattoo on her forearm, thinking how cute it was etched into her milky skin.

"thank you." her cheeks got hot and rosy red as she grinned, making dean immediately do the same. she always blushed when he complimented her. her lips would turn up into a sweet smile that simply turned his heart into mush.

"y/n?" he chuckles softly, letting his hand wonder up her arm, to her shoulder and neck. this nervous feeling was foreign to dean. sex had always come easy to him, why was so he so nervous now?

"yeah?" she whispered back, glancing at his perfect full lips as he gently cupped her cheek. her breath hitched as his lips inched closer to hers.

"can i kiss you?" he finally managed to ask.

"yes, please." she practically purred in response. he smirked quickly before letting his lips press to hers.

sparks ignited as dean's mouth gently dominated hers, taking the lead in their slow, passionate dance. they rose to their knees, pressing their bodies flush against each other.

her heart beats fast and hard inside her chest as he grips her hips, pulling her flush against him.

"dean." she gasped softly, biting her bottom lip and putting her hand on his chest. "i have to admit something to you."

"what's that, sweetheart?" he pushes a strand her hair away from her face, cupping her face gently.

"i'm, uh," she giggles nervously, looking away from his eyes. "i've never,"

"you've never had sex?" he asks, surprised. she nods as she bows her head a little, sort of ashamed. it's not like she's never had options, she's just never found someone worth giving her virginity to. and she wanted to give it to someone special.

"seriously?" he chuckles softly, making her face turn into a scowl.

"don't laugh." she grumbled softly.

"oh, sweetheart, i'm sorry." he wrapped his arms around her tightly. "it's just, i'm surprised."

"surprised?" she furrowed her eyebrows.

"y/n, you're so incredibly sexy." he whispered. "i mean i've been dreaming about your body since i met you, i figured someone who've-"

"it's not like i've never had offers, dean." she giggles. "i've just never found anybody worth giving it to."

"but you decided i'm worth giving it to?" he asks, boasting with pride. she smirks a little, nodding at the cute confidence.

"yeah, i did." she declares, so innocently but so seductively.

"i'm honored, y/n." he whispered softly, pressing his lips to hers. "and i promise you're in good hands."

"i know." she doesn't even open her eyes. his lips press against hers again. their lips move together perfectly as he lays her against the soft blanket on the ground.

dean hovers over her, resting in his forearms. he kisses her lips gently, taking in the sweet flavor of her mango lip gloss. his seemingly giant hands bunched up the material of her yellow, floral sundress around her hips.

"is this okay, baby?" he whispers, letting his hands graze the skin under her dress. she nods, wanting more.

"use your words, y/n." he demands softly. "i don't want to do anything you're not into."

"it's okay. i'm into it." she insists, pulling his lips back to hers.

"take this off." he pulls her dress over her head with an excited smirk. "oh my god, y/n." he hissed sharply at the sight of her perfect, sexy body.

he wondered how on earth she's still a virgin with a body like hers. but, he was secretly prideful that she decided he was good enough to be her first.

"you are so beautiful." he kissed her chest and stomach, making sure to show extra attention to every little imperfection. her back arched off the ground for him to take her bra off.

"i love these." he smirks, gripping her breasts tightly. his mouth shows each pink nipple attention.

"oh shit." she gasps softly as the sensation of his mouth around her hardened nub.

"you like that, baby?" he asks, gently rolling the nub between his teeth.

"fuck yes." she moans.

"as much as i'd love to play with these all day, there's other matters to tend to." he smirks, kissing each breast.

his month travels further down her soft torso.

"i didn't know you had this." he smirked, playing with the small charm on her belly button ring. her chest heaved up and down faster as he kissed further down her body.

truth be told, she was nervous for him to see her so exposed. vulnerability made her uncomfortable, but she felt like she could be completely herself about him.

"relax, pretty girl." he smooths her stomach out, kissing her waistline sweetly. "i'm gonna take good care of you, i promise."

"i'm sorry." she pants, trying to control her breathing.

"don't be sorry. if you want me to stop, just say peaches." he says as he takes her pink panties off and lays them with her dress.

"okay." she nods, watching as he spreads her legs wide open with him in the middle. his lips turn into a smirk at the sight of her sweet, soaking core.

"you're so wet, baby." he muttered seductively between light kisses on her thighs. his sinfully long fingers danced through her slick folds.

"oh my." she gasped as he moved the pad of thumb in small, slow circles on the swollen, pink nub of a clit.

"does that feel good, sweetheart?" he asks and she nods eagerly. with a deep, humorless chuckle, he moves his thumb a little faster.

"oh god, dean." she moans, intertwining her fingers in his hair.

dean slowly slips his pointer finger into her entrance and she gasps a little. his tongue carefully glides up her core, lapping around her perfectly.

"fuck." she shutters. he moans against her as he slowly moves his tongue and finger.

although dean has experience, it's been with older women. or women that have more experience themselves. usually, they know what they want and how they want it.

this is different. it's up to him to show her what feels good, inside there was a battle between anxiousness and pride.

"does that feel good, sweet girl?" he cooed quickly, wanting to make sure she was having a good time.

"yes, dean." she moans, meeting his eyes. never in her seemingly long life did she imagine someone looking so sexy, so seductive with their face buried between her legs. but dean did.

"you look," she tried to get the words out as she rests on her elbows to watch him but her breathing was too out of control.

"what is it, baby?" he encouraged her to finish.

"you look so sexy." she bit her lips as her toes curled.

"you like the way i look with my head between your thighs, huh?" he smirked, sucking her clit. his mouth made obscene slashing noises.

"hell, yeah." she cried, letting her head fall back. "oh my god, dean."

"let it out, baby. it's just you and me here." he reminded her, inserting another finger. she gasped again, her toes curling again as she gushed all over his hand and mouth.

"you okay, princess?" he coos, rubbing her clit with this thumb.

"yes, babe." she moaned, looking down at him. "please kiss me."

"baby, you're so tight." he muttered as he slowly made his way back to her lips.

"take this off." she whimpers at the sudden emptiness between her legs as he took his t-shirt off.

"better?" he smirked as he sunk back into his position against her. she moaned, gripping his forearm as he slide his fingers back home again.

"fuck, y/n, i'm so hard." he hissed, undoing his belt and jeans with his free hand. when his bottom half is free of clothing, he hovers over her.

"i want you." y/n demanded firmly. "please."

"i'm pretty big, baby." he warned gently. "let me use another finger first, i don't want to hurt you."

"okay." she whispered, groaning softly at the feeling of another finger. "oh god, dean."

"does that hurt?" he whispers cautiously, not moving his fingers.

"no." she let out a breath, grinding her hips against his hand.

dean kissed her neck and collar bone as he slowly stretched her walls for his length. she whines softly as he pulls his fingers out to line the tip of his rock hard memer with her entrance.

"are you ready?" he whispers against her neck, tickling her skin.

"yes." she begged. with that, he pushed himself inside her. as she gasped, she dug her fingernails into his back.

"are you okay?" he asks, stopping halfway in.

"yes, keep going." she whispered softly, trying to ignore the stinging sensation from being stretched so far.

she was gripping onto him tightly when he finally reached the back of her. in order to ease the pain a little, he made small thrusting motions with his hips.

"oh fuck." she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"you want more, baby?" he asked in her ear, desperately wanting to plow into her.

"yes, please, dean." she looked him in the eyes as he picked up his speed slightly.

she moaned loudly, arching her back off the ground. the euphoric feeling in her core was like nothing she had ever felt. and the way love written in deans emerald green eyes melted her insides.

"faster, please." she begged, looking him directly in the eyes. "please, baby."

"come here." he wrapped her torso into his strong arms, pulling her up into a straddling position on his lap. he thrusted quickly into her, holding her body up.

"oh my god, dean." she gasped. "you feel so good."

"so do you." he moans, pulling her face to his so she'd kiss him. "you're taking my cock so well, baby."

"fuck, i think i'm gonna cum." she whimpered, not wanting this to end. he knew she was about to cum, he has already learned her cues and signals. he wanted memorize every single part of her.

"cum for me, baby girl." he encouraged, knowing he could work her up again before he came. she let go with a cry of pleasure, digging her nails in his neck.

"oh god!"

"that's it, sweet girl." he moans, working her through her high. "i love those pretty noises."

despite thinking he could work her up for another orgasm, she was simply too tight and too wet for him to control himself.

before he even knew what he was doing, he was shooting hot strings of semen inside her. with a deep moan, he threw his head back. nobody has ever been able to get him there so quickly.

"oh god, y/n." his deep voice was sensual.

"fuck, baby." he panted gently laying her back against the blanket.

"did you enjoy that?" he asks softly and she nods.

"i loved it." she giggled. "you're amazing, dean."

"no, you're amazing." he smirked, kissing her lips sweetly.

"hey, you're on birth control, right?" he asks curiously.

"yeah." she giggles as they cuddle up, covering themselves with access blanket.

"y/n?" he whispered once she was comfortably settled in to his side.

"yes?" she mumbled softly.

"i-" he looked down at her, pulling her head up so she was looking at him. "i love you."

she gasped a little, looking at him with tears in her green eyes. his heart began to pound so hard she could feel it against the hand that laid on her chest.

"really?" she smiled, looking up at him.

"really." he chuckles.

"i love you too, dean."

[servegrilledcheese]

not so berry challenge 2: generation 4 (quartz)

apple sauce☑️ mushed mango☑️ yoghurt☑️

[waokevale]

have you ever considered doing anything with wormwood's living log emote? im just curious cause no one ever seems to acknowledge it and its interesting.

Oh I've always had those in mind, just never really posted any drawings of this aspect of him, I guess. But I think the fact that he can transform his limbs is very fascinating and can easily be interpreted as a cool power of sorts.

Here's a few headcanons I've had since 2021 and others I got inspired from, but never shared.

Wormwood can transform all of his body into living logs or any other plant, not only just his arms.

When he's angered or threatened his hands sometimes transform into claws. These TNW (Totally-Normal-Wood) claws are stronger than most of constant materials (aside of course gems and the rare stuff)

He could easily shatter a rock if he used his claws more often. Or take down any somewhat stronger mob with little effort.

Regardless of that, he chooses not to use these powers to his advantage and prefers being himself than possibly seen as some scary monster. (He has a bad experience with that in the past when he tried to save a creature, but it got scared of him and his sharper appearance due to TNW.)

However, he can use his shape-shifting ability for good or to entertain people instead. For example, since he can turn into every sort of plant or turn his arms into any shape, he's usually seen entertaining the child survivors. Aka, he's put on babysitting duty.

His limbs can split into countless vines, for example when he needs a stronger grip on something and his leafy hands feel too weak and clumsy. Or when he holds someone else's hand, he sometimes loosens his vines. Hence why most people usually don't hold his hand. 🕯️

He can communicate with his plant friends via a root system, this is usually done through his feet, but when he wants to hear them better or communicate with more plants within a greater range, he usually kneels down and splits his limbs (Based on @mango-mush 's ideas) And I think that is a great concept.

That is it for know, when I think of something new I'll let you know. Also I kinda wanna color some of these sketches.

[kr1g]

Hey don't cry ok? Mix flour and yogurt and a sprinkle of yeast and set aside cut up one large yellow onion fry until soft add garam masala salt pepper thai lime leaves garlic powder tandoori spice mix stir and let seasonings get toasty add edamame beans maggi sauce a can of whole tomatoes plus rinse the can out with water and add that when it's boiling mush up the tomatoes and add all the peanut butter in your house or as much as you want season to taste let simmer take out the bread dough punch down make little balls squish flat cook in a dry pan on medium high heat until they puff up don't worry about the little burnt bits they taste good serve with butter and mango chutney top with cashews if you want use use your hands to eat use the bread get messy enjoy home-cooked meal and feel the love and life in your belly and soul okay okay??

[ariapmdeol]

56?

56 is blood // water - grandson! i... dont actually remember listening to this one this year dakljdljkas, i think it was probably when i played ZENO the first time?

[thatlilfairyy]

Home; s.g

maintaining a secret relationship isn’t exactly easy, especially after a month of not being able to see each other and oh! the fact that he is also one of the top earning professors in your university.

w: f. oral, creampie, m. oral receiving, spit play if you squint, phone sex if it counts?, ilovesugurusomuch, slight overstimulation, reader being submissive, reader is in their twenties, use of daddy once, smutt 😏 mdni

w.c: 4.2k

“i’d like you to meet my incredible professor,” nobara praised loudly, which was unusual of her to boast over someone that wasn’t necessarily her, or maki.

“i’m two years older than you my dearest, there’s no need for me to.”

she began to pout in return and you felt like a piece of shit right then.

“he teaches junior level courses as well you know,” she continued, mumbling underneath her breath before adding on, “he’s up there along with our sensei, satoru!”

“If gojo is teaching them may the lord be with his students.” you prayed for them, knowing maki, megumi, and itadori were all with him right now. the only reason nobara isn’t with them is because she’s skipping lessons.

you were letting her talk as usual, sipping on your iced mango green tea when your phone began to vibrate.

“i heard he’s finally returning from his book tour. gojo sensei wouldn’t stop blabbing about it-“

you caught on to what she was saying. wait, what? he’s back? it had been nearly a little over a month since he picked up his bags and left for his book tour. It was the longest you both had been apart from each other, but you always displayed a smile and a positive attitude when face-timing him, knowing deep down you were already yearning for him to return home. he would often leave for conferences considering he, along with saturo, were one of the highest earning professors in the university, but it would only be for a week or so, not a whole fucking month and fifteen days.

nobara's voice registered through your ears, but your brain was turning mush at the mere thought of just being able to see him again.

2 missed calls

from: s.g

morning muñeca

i need to see your pretty face

same time as usual?

i have a surprise for you

he was back after so long. a smile broke out on your face, causing nobara to look over and smile slyly towards you. all of a sudden your annoyed expression had dissipated into thin air and your eyes were glowing with an expression she hasn’t seen before on you.

it was the fifth vibration that made you choke on your drink. it was him in a bathroom stall with his hand wrapped around the head of his mushroom cock. he seemed composed, but you knew those needy eyes of him.

are you alone?

“hey, i gotta go pee,” you blurted out, disrupting nobara’s train of thought.

“i’ll go with you then.”

“no! just stay and finish your food. i’ve got to take a shit,” you told her without much thought. she grimaced as you rushed over to the public restrooms in your campus.

of course you knew professor suguru, in fact you knew him a little too well.

“i need you so bad, baby,” he heaved out on to the phone’s microphone. he sounded breathless, his voice low and raw. “i’m so sensitive just thinking about you.”

you heard a sharp inhale and found yourself squeezing your thighs together. you pressed the phone over to your mouth, kissing the screen. it’s been so long since you’ve last seen him. weeks since you’ve felt his touch, his warmth, his hands roaming your body. your heart ached for him while your body yearned for his touch once again.

“wish i could bend you over my desk and ruin that sweet little cunt of yours.”

you pressed the palm of your hand against your mouth, exhaling loudly. you needed to be careful, when it came to suguru you’d tend to lose your sanity without a care in the world.

“i wanna hear your voice, baby,” he let out a whiny breath, as if he was trying to restrain himself.

“i-i’m here,” you stammered out on demand. “my professor is holding me back late tonight though.”

he groaned in frustration, you almost did as well. you've never heard him like this before, it had your heart hammering uncontrollably against your chest.

“but i’ll rush over as soon as i’m done.” you compromised with such eagerness, your thighs pressed tightly against each other’s.

“always so eager to please me, mm?”

“of course, i missed you so much,” you told him, wanting nothing more than to skip the remainder of your classes. the way his voice rumbled throughout the phone had you taking in deep breaths. the way this man easily had you so weak was ridiculous. no other man had the privilege to unravel you with just the sound of their voice.

“i want you so badly.” your voice hitched, knees buckling to the thought of him between your thighs. if you weren't sitting down, you'd be on the floor right about now.

“i’ll stay over tonight," you immediately stated, disregarding your plans for the weekend.

“you won’t leave until i say so,” he corrected you, “i’ll make sure i take my sweet time with you this time."

you swallowed thickly, already enticed by the way he sounded so fucking annoyed. did he really want you this badly too? “want me to pick up dinner?”

“i’ve got that covered already.”

"i'll have to go home to get a spare change of clothes and i-"

"i want you here straight after, no exceptions. it's not like you'll be needing them anyway. is that clear enough for you baby, or do i have to explain myself again?"

he was talking to you as if you were his dumb fucking bitch.

"y-yes," you struggled deeply trying to bite back a needy whine. and god were you. “i hear you clear enough now.”

"yes what?"

"yes, daddy." you purred out and the soft exhale he made was enough to have you imagining all the things he could do to you tonight.

—

you rushed over to his apartment downtown, not sparing any second since you knew traffic would be a bitch.

“hii,” you shyly greeted him, having a hard time trying to maintain his alluring gaze. even after all the time spent together, you didn't exactly know why still he drove you near insanity each time he touched you. he had you acting bashfully, soft, and like a damn spoiled princess. it was the way his greedy eyes took in every single part of your body, starting with your eyes, down your lips, to the skin you were purposely showcasing for him in such a delicate satin dress that could fall apart any second.

a dress designed for you, ordered by no other than himself.

he always radiated a dark dominance off him that made you so submissive, but always so bratty. from the moment you both met, you knew he melted away your cold hearted self with his wit, alluring eyes, and charm. a one night stand that ended up into a spiraling mess of nights moaning and shaking within his embrace. not to mention the hundreds of dollars he spent on you, pampering, dressing you up so prettily, all for him to ravish up at the end of the night. nights and days have blurred into a span of endless moments spent together by now.

“sugu-”

his hands were already on your hips, tugging you towards him. the duffel bag in your hold was soon forgotten as you let it drop on the ground without care. your arms were already wrapping around his neck, letting him place his mouth on your neck. he was ghosting your sensitive skin with his breath, running a stripe down the crook of your neck with his tongue.

you let out a small whimper, fingers tugging at his locks to help guide him towards where you wanted him the most. he peppered your neck with soft, languid kisses, marking his way up your neck, towards your chin, and then stopping right at the corner of your lips. your heady, lustful gaze was enough confirmation that you were already yearning for his touch. his hands came up to frame your face in his, cupping your chin as he finally leaned down to properly kiss you.

oh god did you yearn for this man. an ache in your heart blossomed every time you had to part ways, but as he touched like this, it made you hot all over, butterflies emerging from within and soaring into a wave of calmness. suguru after all, made you very nervous still yes, but he also provided you with comfort, a summer warmth, and love. his hold and touch were always gentle unless he was fucking the living brains out of you.

he kissed you desperately, mouths slightly missing from the intensity and anticipation of it. your fingers danced their way down to his rumpled shirt, digging your fingers into the fabric of it as he took your breath away with his soft, plumped lips. your body was already swimming in his scent, getting stimulated by the sensation of his eager touch.

“you’ve made me wait for so fucking long,” he tsked, shaking his head as he pulled away from you. he seemed annoyed, skin flushed, and raven locks disheveled. so beautiful. the dress shirt he was sporting was unbuttoned down to his navel, where a dark patch of his happy trail trailed down the prominent bulge underneath his pants.

you swallowed thickly, eyes widening at how he was already so fucking hard. he didn’t touch himself?

“i couldn’t even get off,” he admitted to you, his lips pressing hot, wet kisses against yours once again. you melted into his touch, letting his arm sneak around your waist, pressing your body flushed against his as he wedged his knee in between your plushy thighs. the fabric of his trousers grazed your already sensitive and pulsing cunt.

your heart hammered against your chest, the anticipation sending chills down your spine. he was manhandling you, moving your body to his liking. it was as if he couldn't get enough of you. “i’m so fucked, baby. i need you now, please.”

he inhaled your scent, his hands softly caressing whatever skin he could get a hold of. he was being so grabby, his eyes darkening as you bit down on his bottom lip, sucking on it while releasing such a whiny whimper. your head was already swimming with sinful, lewd thoughts of his cock being shoved inside of you without remorse. it's been weeks for fucks sake. weeks of not being touched, loved, and worshipped the way suguru does.

“i’m so hard baby.” he whined out in frustration, almost as if he were annoyed by the predicament he was in. you wondered how long he’s been like this, in such a heady distress where he's practically losing his own sanity.

“i’ll take care of it,” you sounded breathless already, eager to please him.

you were quick to kneel down on to his floor, not having to worry about unbuttoning his pants since they were already sliding down. you eagerly pulled down his underwear, not waiting to take them off for him since your hands were already grabbing a hold of his cock. suguru cried out softly in relief, your touch making him more sensitive than he already was.

you placed a kiss on his tip and watched how his grip on the island bar tightened slightly, his eyes meeting yours. you hollowed out your cheeks, slurping and licking the precum before detaching your mouth from his pretty cock once again, smiling innocently up at him as he groaned in frustration. you leaned forward, kitten licking his shaft now, watching as he heavily breathed through his nose.

your name left his lips in a begging plea.

you wrapped your lips around his tip, gently sucking to your content, not fully giving in yet until his fingers slid into your hair. getou loved being teased, but there was an urgency in his voice now, as if he was about to combust right there and then.

his fingers were gripping your hair now, angling you so you could read his glossy eyes, stop fucking with me.

fine.

“fuuuck,” he heaved out in such euphoric pleasure. he wasn’t even holding back on his throaty moans. his head was tilted back, eyes screwed shut as you swallowed the tip first, hollowing your cheeks to slowly begin to fully take more of him into your mouth. he felt hot and heavy against your tongue and you moaned at the sensation of him.

you missed his taste dare you say it. you missed sucking his pretty dick and hearing his soft gasps echo throughout his apartment. you missed him praising you, blabbering out, "good baby, so, s-so fuck, ngh-"

he was losing it, his veins were protruding on his neck from how he was trying to hold back. "i missed your fucking mouth so much, pretty."

you breathed through your nose, focusing primarily on sucking this man’s cock. you’d show him how much you missed him, how good you've always been for him.

“you feel so good,” he moaned out, his chest slightly heaving. he didn't know whether to ravage his own locks with his own hands, or in fact, he wasn't thinking at all at this point. having you kneeling down before him with his leaking cock shoved in your mouth had him already slightly delirious.

“i’m gonna f’cum,” he slurred out, his hips rapidly bucking his cock down your throat. the warmth emitting from your breath and the feeling of your tongue coating your saliva with his cum was driving him mad, edging him sooner to his release. there were tears running down your face, your smushed eyeliner ruined, but you were moaning alongside with him. your nails were digging into his thick thighs for support as you choked, but you took it, swallowing his cum so messily.

“swallow it.” he spat out, and you sucked him dry, slurping until his stomach began to convulse from how sensitive he was becoming. his thighs trembled, hands wiping away your tears for you. "Oh fuck, fuck, baby."

you released him from your mouth rather proudly, a string of saliva drooling from your mouth down his shaft.

“my good girl,” he purred out, “come sit.”

you rasped your nails against his sensitive and quivering thighs, loving the way he shivered as a response. you sat on him and the first thing he felt was how wet you were. your underwear was soaked, sticking to your swollen lips.

“been too long since i’ve undressed you, mm?” he whispered in your ear, nudging the shell of it with his nose. you nodded obediently, becoming mush as his fingers graced your skin. it ignited the fire roaring inside of you, reminding you of just how much he owned you and your body all over again.

he was already undressing you, his fingers nimbly undoing the satin straps from your dress, letting it fall on to the floor, along with your underwear. finally getting rid of them, he pressed you flushed against his chest. your arms were already winding around his neck, smiling shyly. he kissed you innocently, nudging your nose with his, saying, “i love you.”

“i love you,” you murmured it back against his lips. iloveyouiloveyouiloveyousomuch.

kissing him was always so easy, his lips were always seeking out for yours and only yours. only you he kissed this way, deprived, animalistic, and with such a feverish urgency. only you got to see this man go crazy with desire and call him yours. his hands were squeezing your hips, panting as spit drooled out between the both of you.

“wanna sit on my face?” he cleaned up your lips, leaving his still messy as if he had just asked you what you wanted to eat.

“i want your fingers,” you shyly began, your fingers grabbing a hold of your favorite hand of his. “i haven’t had them inside of me in so long,” you whimpered out as he ran an elongated finger down where your slit was covered.

he began rubbing circles down on your clit, watching how you quickly spread your legs wide open for him. you closed your eyes, sighing in relief as you felt his warm touch.

“please touch me more,” you pleaded, breathing deeply. after all, it wasn’t just him who needed it. you missed him more than you had anticipated. these few rendezvous meetings weren’t enough.

he slid inside his finger, slowly easing it in at first. your eyes screwed shut, trembling hands grabbing a hold of his broad shoulders. you placed your lips on the crook of his neck, sucking his skin on to your mouth. he was already sliding another finger in, curling them both to hit that spot that had you squirming in ecstasy.

"sugu," you cried out his name, "sugu."

“mhm,” he shivered, feeling you bite down on his shoulder to suppress a soft mewl. he knew he needed to reprimand you for leaving marks where anybody could see them. however he had no voice to oppose you, he was indeed relishing in the fact that you were insatiable when it came to him only. after all, his reprimands would fall deaf to your ears and only flare up the defiance in you.

you were always so composed in his eyes. nothing ever deterred you away from what you wanted, very determined and independent in every way. it fascinated him seeing you so obedient, so dependent on him for anything, and so so reactive to the way he touched you. you became this needy, whiny air headed baby just for him. nothing but him on your mind. and fuck did he love it.

what a dumb fucking bitch he turned you into.

he was kissing you deeply, tongue pushing past your lips, tasting and taking away your breath by each second. he was pressing you against him, arms enwrapped around your waist as you detained his fingers, instead deciding to slowly grind over his hardening cock, coating it with your slick.

“oh my god,” you choked out a moan, feeling feverish at the sensation it was giving you. you spread out your thighs, angling the tip of his cock to slide inside of you just slightly, and god were you a mess.

“suguru,” you breathed into his mouth, eyes gazing right back at those lustful eyes of his. his hands were roaming your curves, fingers rasping lightly on your skin as he allowed himself to be used as your personal toy. with each cry of desire from your lips, he could feel you dripping against his cock and thick thighs.

his hands firmly landed on your hips, slowing down your pace, instead setting a rather slow rhythm to drive you crazy with desire. he wanted to torture you, show you how it felt to not be able to get any relief.

“sugu,” you softly cried out, “please, baby.”

suguru simply hummed in return, still kissing you until you were practically panting. the more intensely he kissed you, the more you picked up speed, grinding down against his twitching cock. you were salivating at the thought of it finally inside of you. his cock would teasingly slide inside of you, earning a soft pitched moan from your swollen, bruised lips.

the saliva between the two of you messily mixed together as heavy lidded eyes gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment. you were trembling in his hold, becoming sensitive to his touch. he wrapped a muscular arm around your waist, easily lifting you up to prep his leaking cock with your juices. he ran his fingers down your sensitive pussy, gathering your juices from your slit and using it to lather his cock.

he slowly guided you down his leaking cock, not holding back on his soft groans. "You feel amazing, baby," he breathed out, "take more of me --"

you slowly eased him in, squeezing your eyes shut from the feeling of being so full. you could feel him everywhere with just one twitch from his cock.

“oh f-fuck,” you were insatiable, shaking with such need for this man.

“yeah, just like that."

you swiveled your hips, his cock nestled perfectly inside of you. already you were so gone as you rose up and slammed yourself down, feeling him hit that spongy spot that made you mewl and cry out in feral bliss. suguru couldn't contain himself anymore, a shaky rumble of a groan emitted from his bruised and swollen lips. you felt fuzzy and warm all at once. your view became blurry as you felt his thick cock drag against your walls. it had you hiccuping slightly, mouth ajar as he bucked his hips into you harsher this time.

“i’m gonna fuck you like the whore you are,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe momentarily. he was slamming himself inside of you. “gonna spread you out and you’re going to take it, understood?”

“yes, yes,” you chanted out, too immersed in the sensation of his cock plunging inside of you over and over again. he was hitting every spot, earning loud and fucked out moans from your messy lips in return. his arms were wrapped underneath your arms, slamming you straight down on to his thick cock until your cunt was practically squelching.

“sugu, sugu, fuck,” you cried out, biting down on his broad shoulder. a sopping mess you became for him. only he could fuck you to the point of unraveling you to his will and beckon. strands of your hair stuck to your forehead from the perspiration coating his body and yours.

he shoved you back on the couch without a care, watching as you spread your legs for him immediately. “i wanna fuck you while i look at your pretty face. wanna see how good i can make my pretty baby feel.”

pressing kisses on your tummy as he nestled himself between your legs. he gripped his member, easing his way inside of you as you threw your head back in overwhelming pleasure. your pussy welcomed him with excitement, purring as he fucked you messily.

“yes, yes, ngh,” you cried out, your arms going under his, adorning his back with marks with each thrust he took. the way he slid in and out of your clenching pussy was simply sinful.

“missed this pussy so much,” he drawled out thickly, feeling as you clenched tighter around him in response. “couldn’t even get off with my hand, that’s how much i missed you.”

you trembled beneath him. his touch was magnetic, warm, and immensely full of love and desire for you. your thighs began to quiver as he slid inside you, filling you up to the brim every time. you were becoming so sensitive, every touch of his was sending you into a spiraling mess. your fingers were tangled up in his hair, moans and his grunts mixed together. he was sputtering nonsense into your ear, loss in how your pussy was hugging his cock so tightly.

“mine, mine to play with, mine to do whatever the fuck i want, mine to love. only me.”

he was sucking on your neck, knowing you loved to be kissed and marked until your legs turned jelly. probably what he loved the most. he knew you loved to be fucked in missionary, something about fucking you face to face sent him down the rabbit hole every single fucking time.

"I'm so close," you choked out, tears brimming your eyes. the sensations of having him kiss your pulse, licking and dribbling his saliva all over your chest, and watching how his pretty dick disappeared inside of you was all too much for your fucked out brain.

he was becoming restless, his hips beginning to messily and quickly loose rhythm. you felt it in your belly, your eyes screwing shut as your body began to spams in his hold. he was there though, his hands setting your body ablaze, his lips decorating your skin with his as he held you closer throughout your orgasm.

he came soon right after, your calls for him rendering him to his knees. the way you softly moaned out his name, all while caressing him, and losing yourself within him at once overwhelmed him. you felt his cum dribble down between your thighs, but suguru was there to clean it all up with his tongue, savoring it as he delved his tongue inside your pulsing hole. he slurped until you were trembling in his hold, crying out, "i'm close, im fucking cumming-"

he rose up with your slick all over his mouth, dripping down his chin in such satisfaction, his hand pumping his already leaking cock.

“i came watching you,” he groaned out, smearing it across your sensitive folds, watching how your pussy easily sucked him right in.

“too much,” you could barely utter out, your legs still trembling.

“i’m sorry baby,” he breathed you in, loving how it clenched around him. “I just missed you so much.”

tears were already gathering at your waterline and oh how pure and angelic did you look so disheveled. your hair seemed a halo, your cheeks were flushed, and your skin was covered in his spit, marks, and love. he slid out of you, his hands gently grabbing a hold of your upper body to slide you on top of him.

“i missed you so much,” he hummed out, wrapping you up in his arms. he gently removed hair strands from your pretty fucked out face, even handed you a glass of water that he had left on the night stand right beside him.

he held the cup as water poured into your mouth, graciously accepting it and swallowing it, watching him adoringly in return. once you were done, he drank the remainder, setting it back before wrapping you up flush against him again.

“i’m so happy you’re back,” your earnestly admitted to him. “i was going crazy for a bit.”

he chuckled, “i’m glad to hear i wasn’t the only one losing my goddamn mind. there were times where i wanted to pack up everything and just leave, but i knew you would yell at me.”

you couldn’t help but laugh because he wasn’t exactly wrong.

“this was a grand opportunity,” you began once again, referring to a prior conversation you both had that deterred the finality of that book tour.

“yeah, yeah, i know baby,” he stopped you midway, grabbing a hold your hand and peppering it with kisses to distract you. it definitely worked.

“you know, when i was over there i realized just how much i missed your presence. i would wake up disoriented, seeking for you and realizing where i was in that moment again. our time zones were so fucked too so that was annoying, but seeing you again? i felt whole at once again. my nerves were simmered to a halt, and all i saw was you. the moment you walked into my apartment, i had finally come home. i’ve never felt anything like it in my life.”

“getou,” you softly began, almost in tears. “my love, you make me feel like i’m human. you make me so alive, and every time i am not with you it’s an ache to my heart. i missed you so much i dreamt of you each night and woke up so disheartened to see you weren’t there right beside me.”

“stay.” he abruptly said.

you were curiously gazing into him, waiting for him to spit out what was running through his mind already.

“i’m right here,” you kissed the hand that was holding yours, intertwining them.

“no, i mean i need you with me every day,” he was confessing out of whim, taking you so completely off guard. your heart was beating tremendously at his confession. your hazy eyes were meeting his glazed ones. your hands had begun to slightly tremble but his hold on you was so gentle.

he neared your lips, whispering, “i need to wake up each morning and see you right there beside me from now on.”

“that sounds like commitment, baby. you sure you’re ready for that?” you teased him, nearing him now. he welcomed you into his embrace, not refraining himself from placing kisses on your neck.

“how’s this for commitment?” he held up a spare house key. “come in and out whenever you please, stay if you may and i might just not let you go back at all.”

your eyes widened in slight disbelief. was he really asking you to move in with him? his gaze was serious, determined even as you stupidly asked him, “are you sure?”

“i’m asking you that.”

“suguru i’ll never leave.” you grabbed a hold of the key, wrapping your arms around his neck, taking him down as you peppered him with kisses.

he was laughing, taking you in his embrace as he said with warmth. “then welcome home baby.”

—

the next morning you both passed each other down the hallways, nobara beaming with proud joy as he acknowledged her. his eyes never met yours because he knew the moment your doe eyes landed on his, he'd have to fuck you in his office. instead he nodded your way, his fingers twitching from the urge to touch you. he remained composed as you smiled at him in return, refraining his lips from calling out your name. he kept walking, hearing the echoes of your voice and his student fade away.

home, it was a chant in his head keeping him sane. he’ll have you from night, throughout dawn, and finally until sunrise from now on.

he’ll see you at home.

[chbnews]

I'm just going to check on things in the infirmary - Aria from Apollo cabin (totally not going to kick everyone out and take over because they are probably doing it wrong)

I think they have it right, they’re helping keep the spirits up of the injured at least. They’re growing blueberries and mangos for snacks (or mushed bananas.) - Nico Di Angelo 💀🪦

[exmeanswithout]

i forgot my camera so Seattle I'll write you down

Dan from the seattle Eagle pours our drinks

tequila and lime for you

Vodka redbull for me

i flinch at the strength

before too long I'll know where this night is taking us

i read your writing

I'm glad theres something about this dive that breeds inspiration

for you and i both

I've finished with my drink but my drinks not finished

the rest is yours

I decide i want another

this time more redbull than vodka

dans happy to oblige

and I'm refilled

after a small puke sesh

(i shan't say whos)

we're ready to close out our tab

--

second venue, carliles (no s)

our waitress looks like Marilyn

i compliment her tattoos

you order

she asks what i want

just water

you joke that I'm your chauffer and i think it's cute

she brings your mocktail while you're in the bathroom

mango, chamoy, tonic water, and lime.

it tastes like blood to me

halfway through your drink and you've had your fill

so its on to the next

--

a homeless man tells us that he's seen people go up the curb backwards

(good advice to a wheelchair user unused to these city streets)

when you spend your life outside you see everything

--

third venue

el borracho

mexican food in Seattle is always an experience

we settle on something light

chips and dip

the presence of cilantro prevents my partaking

i bring you a cheapo margarita

and we sit

and i write

your taco comes

it's ninety percent mush

Mexican food in Seattle is always an experience

it's time for us to leave

i tell the bartender he makes it look easy while we settle our tab and get change for the bus

we miss the first one but make the second

the driver helps us with your chair

she lets us off at her last stop

five blocks from our destination

pushing your chair uphill is hard but i dont mind because i love you

we eventually make it back to your car and find under the windshield wiper a parking ticket

we're thirty minutes late

after a close call on the freeway

(followed by flashing lights, passing, and a brake check)

we made it home

and i found my camera

[pleb-the-original]

(So my laptop says its Bat Appreciation Day so I was inspired to write a little something. This is Nipha the plague demon.) Spillover

You'd think with how much time I spend in India I'd get to know the place more, but I always find myself in the same spots over and over again. Always a fruit tree, sometimes mango, sometimes bananas, the occasional palm. I peek through the thick leaves at the banana bunch I've been keeping watch of. Perfectly ripe and yellow, just in time for the harvest season. My eyes slowly trickle down to the whole reason I'm here. One banana; freshly nibbled. I can still smell the bat that decided to snack on this one. A strong carrier, its scent is palpable yet barely different from mine. It takes a trained nose to notice the subtle differences in the smell of nipah. Mine smells older, more worn and aged like a fine cheese. This bat was clearly recently infected. It's smell is stronger and more distinct, akin to the normal ripe smell of the fruit that it has latched on to. Lost in thought for just a moment, I catch myself reaching out to the banana. My consciousness returns as I pull my paw back. I look away, their beautiful yellow is too tempting. I can just feel the delicious mush in my mouth as I try to hold back. I have a job to do. Snack time would have to be later. I can't compromise this. Luckily, it seems I don't have to wait much longer. My ears perk up, a rustling in the trees. I float up into the air above the tree to see if I can catch a glimpse of them. My wings jitter for just a moment as I catch a glimpse of them. A couple humans; teens at that. Perfect. They're talking amongst themselves. It seems they broke into this orchard. As if my job couldn't get any easier. My ears flick with the crunch of each leaf underneath their feet. Finally, they stop at my tree. I lower myself down to their level and hover halfway inside of a leaf. Their appetite is almost as palpable as mine. The leader, every group of teens always has one, reaches out for a banana. Wait, that's the wrong one. A small burst of blue sparks bursts from my hand as I wave it to the right. A gust of wind spins the tree just as the kid was about to ruin everything. He steps back. His face contorts as the bananas spin for just a moment. Then he sees it. My ticket to another job done. I can see him reaching for it, the hunger just about overriding his brief bout of confusion. He plucks it straight from the tree with barely a glance. He doesn't look at the peel long enough to see the small bite mark hidden from his gaze. Now, I don't know about other demons. But for me personally? There's nothing more satisfying that seeing a human as they write their own doomed fate. His satisfaction in the delicious treat rivals mine as I witness the disease work its way into his blood. I reach a hand out, letting the sickly green of my magic flow out. It coalesces deep inside the kid as I start to smell him reeking of that very scent that I share. He throws the peel on the ground laughing with satisfaction. A few of the other kids start grabbing the bananas but I pay no mind to them. My prize starts walking off. At this point I should be following him, helping the nipah fester and spread. But I stay back. After the other kids finally catch up to him, I make myself solid again. I deserve a treat for a job well done. I pluck another perfectly yellow banana from the tree. I don't even bother peeling it, the skin adds extra texture for my fangs. The pristine sweetness of the banana oozes its way into my fetid mouth. My blackened tongue coats itself in the mush as stand there reveling. My job is far from complete, but I've never been against celebrating early.

[a-suspicious-lack-of-bagel]

Smoothie: a very silly treatise

In my opinion, the perfect smoothie has 3 ingredients; these being bananas, milk, and spices. (Perhaps I should have said categories of ingredient!) I have several thoughts to share on this:

1. The equipment. There are many ways to process foods into a mush, and some are marketed specifically for use in smoothification! My personal choice, however, is a stick mixer. It does the job and it's handy for sauces and soups also. In terms of container; I use a tall, cylindrical plastic container (jug? vase? I'm not sure. It's food safe, anyway) with a diameter of about 8cm. If you use a different one, you might end up with more or less milk than I use - but my measuring methods are vague and not particularly repeatable and frankly, who cares.

2. The bananas. Bananas used for smoothie should be bordering on over-ripe. Ideally, they should be past the point where you don't want to take them for lunch (because you know they have insufficient structural integrity to survive your bag); but before the point where you put them in the freezer, thinking (optimistically) that one day they will be used for banana bread. Their role is to provide sweetness and texture. You can use 2, or 3, or however many your heart desires! Peel them, break them in half (they may do this themselves), and put them in the jug/container/whatever.

3. The milk. You can use whatever sort you like! When there's milk in our house, it's usually "light" cow's milk, so I use that. Personally I haven't found a non-dairy milk with a taste I like - because I don't like change, and I assume it would be very hard to get a plant milk to taste EXACTLY like cow's milk. Lactose free would be fine - you're not likely to notice the extra sweetness in something like a smoothie. In terms of amount, I like to mostly cover the bananas and leave about a dollar coin's height of banana sticking out. What's that, 3cm? Probably.

4. The spices. Which ones you use is up to you, but make your ancient ancestors proud. You want to use ground spices - the stick mixer won't grind things for you, and it looks pretty when they go into the milk! I always use chilli; often I also add cinnamon and ginger, paprika can also be good. Don't be afraid of using too much (though don't be excessive) - if your smoothie isn't brown at the end, you could Definitely have added more spices. Without the spices, a banana smoothie is OK - but rather bland. Then again, some people are wierd and don't like flavour in their food. They're wrong, but they're allowed to be wrong. You don't need spices! (But I think they're pretty good).

Now, some things ARE wrong - especially, adding more ingredients. Things you may be tempted to add, and shouldn't:

1. Mango. Why? The texture is viscous enough, the smoothie is sweet enough, and I don't think you're adding much to the flavour. You want a mango smoothie? Make one, don't hijack a banana smoothie.

2. Berries, or any other sort of fruit. See above - if you want those in your smoothie, you're making a different sort of smoothie and should leave the bananas out. As a side note, I'm not a fan of a mango smoothie, and I'd prefer to just eat the component fruits of almost any other smoothie.

3. Chocolate or coffee. They might complement the banana flavour, but again - if you want those in your drink, make a drink where they're the focus.

4. Honey. Why? It's sweet (and thick) enough already from the banana. Use the honey in tea or biscuits or something instead.

5. Oats. Again, why? The texture is perfectly fine already.

6. Any form of extra protein. There are other, yummier ways to get protein if you need it. If you're the sort of person who needs the extra protein in their smoothie, do Not be fooled - a liquid breakfast/post workout will Not sustain you for long enough! Take the time to EAT something, and you'll feel better overall, and food is delicious.

7. Vegetables or vitamins. See above - enjoy your smoothie, enjoy food, and get them somewhere else.

8. Ice. Your drink is a frappé now. By definition, it is no longer a smoothie.

9. Anything else. You surprise and confuse me; but if by some miracle I can eat whatever you're mixing in, I may yet be convinced.

Finally, if your bananas HAVE got to the "freeze them before they smell and make the other fruit go off" stage, or you're adding in frozen banana for whatever reason; remember that frozen banana is stickier than fresh banana! You may want to add more milk to balance this.

I'm sure a lot of people will disagree with me about some of this. That's fine! You're wrong, but you're allowed to be wrong (as long as you don't try to make your Smoothie Abominations near me, or feed them to me). I hope that someone at least finds this half as entertaining as it was to write!

[smute]

👁️_👁️ opinion on eating frozen fruits

ohhhhoho love it! and they're usually riper than the stuff you can buy fresh. although... depends on the fruit innit! i always have frozen mango or frozen berries on hand (for me oats) but that's about it. in my experience what comes out of the freezer shall turn into mush so i really only eat fruice that are already mush-adjacent in their freshest state.

i actually have put bananas in the freezer. they basically liquified but they still made good banana bread! and that way i didn't have to throw them away