#one wilted leaf of lettuce...

[fleuryns]

SHUT UP AND KISS ME! ୨୧ WHEN YOU SHUT THEM UP WITH A KISS

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HEESEUNG ｡ you are trying to study for an upcoming exam, and heeseung is doing anything but helping. tapping his pencil, humming, poking your cheek, his bored energy in full swing. “babe, do you think a hundred men could beat a gorilla?” he asks for the hundredth time. you look away from your laptop and huff at him, you love him, but… enough.

“think about it, the gorilla is-” you lean in and interrupt his rambling with a kiss. firm, quick, and with zero warning. heeseung instinctively kisses back, his hand coming to rest naturally on your waist, but when you pull back his eyes are wide with surprise.

“did… did you just-” he stutters, lips still puckered from the kiss. “yes” you said, coolly turning back to your notes “because you don’t shut up.” he blinks, then smiles like a dork. “i’m annoying so you kissed me, i see...” he gets quieter after that, but every few minutes he leans closer and whispers: “wanna shut me up again, princess?”

JAY ｡ after dinner, he rants about the absolute disgrace that was a soggy sandwich he had for lunch. you listen, at first, but fifteen minutes in, his arms are flailing, his voice is getting more passionate, and you have completely zoned out. 

he gestures dramatically with a fork, saying: “and then it had lettuce, but it was like- wilted, babe, i’m talking a full on dead leaf-” you stand, grab his collar, and kiss him straight-on. he pauses, stares at you, then clears his throat. “did you just kiss me to shut me up?” he says, pretending he's unfazed. “yup” you answer back in a chirp, a proud expression on your face. 

“that’s… one way to stop me...” he huffs “now i don’t remember what i was saying...” he grumbles, and you laugh at him “mission accomplished then!” but he's already pulling you in for another kiss: “if this is the punishment for ranting, i might start doing it more just to get what i deserve...”

JAKE ｡ jake’s rambling about his dog again, complete with a reenactment of layla’s dramatic tumble off the couch. it’s cute, but you're so tired today, your head aches, and he hasn’t stopped talking about this for twenty minutes. 

“and then she went over to the couch like thi-” you grab his face and kiss him, cutting off the rest of his sentence with a gentle press of your lips. he makes a surprised little noise, muffled against your lips, then goes still. when you pull away, he’s grinning like an idiot. 

“oh” he said dumbly, brain buffering “was i talking too much?” you gave him a half-smile, saying: “you were being cute, but yes.” he laughed at that, rubbing the back of his neck. “you know, there are other ways to tell me to shut up… but i like this one a lot.”

SUNGHOON ｡ it's not often that your boyfriend talks a lot, except when it comes to teasing you. and now, he's doing it again, something about how you always lose at board games. he’s smug, grinning like the happiest kid in the world, and he won’t stop. 

so you lean in and kiss him, just to shut him up. he stiffens mid-laugh, eyes darting down to your lips, then back up to yours. they're wide open and his mouth is still slightly parted from his earlier rambling. “shut up” you say, resting your forehead against his “please.”

he bites back a grin, but you can see it in his eyes that he'd like to steal one more. “okay, okay. i get it” he pulls you into a hug, nuzzling into your shoulder and letting out a chuckle. “it seems like i have to tease you more if this is what happens...”

SUNOO ｡ he’s dramatically telling a story from school, complete with impressions of the people involved and his own sound effects. you’ve heard it before, twice to be precise, but he’s not done performing. you’ve finally had enough, so you silence him with a kiss.

he stops immediately, eyes wide, frozen like a paused movie. then, when you pull away, he gapes. “excuse me?? ah, i can't believe you...” he stares at you, mock-offended, but his giggle tells just how much he enjoyed it.

“you’re lucky you’re cute” he says in a pout, and you poke his cheek in response. “so are you” you say “even if you're dramatic”. you nuzzle against him, and he just sighs while holding you, still in shock by what you just did.

JUNGWON ｡ jungwon’s being responsible again, reminding you of all the things you have to do tomorrow. “and don’t forget to set your alarm this time. and maybe you should pack your bag now so you don’t–” you gently cup his face and kiss him.

“wh– what was that?” he stutters mid-sentence, eyes blinking in surprise. “an invite to shut up” you say, looking at him cheekily “you were turning into a professor giving a lecture”. he pouts a little, trying not to smile. “i was just trying to help...” he sighs, finally letting his shoulders drop.

“you’re cute when you're worried” you tease him softly and he gets flustered, covering his face. “you’re evil” he mutters under his breath, and then: “can you kiss me again?”

NI-KI ｡ he’s bragging about beating you in a video game, listing off all your mistakes with a playful smirk. he's teasing you about your low score again, and you’ve had enough. you grab his shirt and yank him towards you, smacking your lips against his. 

when you pull back, he’s staring at you, not blinking. “eh? what just happened?” he scoffs, trying to regain his composure. “you were being annoying so i shut you up” you raise your eyebrows, now your turn teasing him.

“okay, that’s not allowed unless i can do it too” he suddenly tackles you with a laugh, trying to steal another kiss from you, but you squirm away giggling. he just chases you around the room, desperate for a revenge kiss.

© FLEURYNS | 2025

[fairyhaos]

. ˚ as long as you're okay

requested by anon: "do you think you could do a cheol or dino version of the comforting seungkwan fic you did ? it was such a nice read"

pairing: dino x gn!reader

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship

word count: 2148

warnings: curse words, pet names (love, baby), descriptions of a breakdown

summary: it's the day of exam results release, and you're beginning to have doubts. but luckily, your boyfriend is there for you and more than ready to reassure you.

"I'm fucked. I'm actually so, so fucked. I can't remember any of the paper, can't remember how any of it went, can't remember what even happened in that exam hall! I think I did a Wonwoo and blacked out during the exam. This is terrible. I'm so fucked."

You're standing there wringing your hands in the dining room, while Chan is trying to peacefully eat his lunch. Unsuccessfully, really, given that you're complaining, incredibly loudly, because you're going to have to leave the apartment soon to go and pick up your exam results. And you kind of really, really don't want to. 

Chan looks up from his food, eyeing you as you shake your fists some more, friendship bracelets on your wrists rattling together. 

"How come you’re wearing all the bracelets the other hyungs made for you and not the ones I did?" is all he says, squinting down suspiciously at a piece of lettuce in his salad. 

"What?" You look down at your wrists, where Soonyoung's bright orange beaded bracelet is next to the pastel creation that Jeonghan made you, along with the multiple from Seokmin and Joshua. You shake your head. "That’s because you never made me any! Chan, are you even listening to me?"

Chan just looks you right in the eye as he stuffs the leaf into his mouth. "Are you even listening to yourself?"

That makes you whine, stomping your feet a little petulantly. You look like a child having a tantrum, but it's all to cover up the fact that you are genuinely incredibly nervous. 

"What if I failed?" you fret. "Chan, what if I failed really badly?"

"Then, we’ll just have to accept it," he says simply. He pushes away his wilting salad, unwilling to eat it anymore and unable to eat because of your distractions. "All you can do is your best, and if that's what happened when you tried your best, then there's nothing you can do."

You pout, crossing your arms. “You really are no help.”

There's a pause, and he looks at you, your stiff frame and trembling shoulders and he just sighs sympathetically, standing up from the chair and wrapping you in his arms. You stand stiffly, unwilling to yield, mildly upset at him for his horrible advice. He rocks you from side to side anyway, unfazed, cradling the back of your head. 

"My lovely Y/N," he says softly. "I really don't know what else to say. If you fail, then that's okay. I'll support you. I'll help you. And if you did well, which I'm sure you did, then that's wonderful. I'll support you then too."

He pulls away slightly so he can look at you, nudging his nose against yours. He's looking at you intently, even as you try to keep the mild disappointment in your gaze as you look back. Sighing again, he shakes his head, leaning forward so your foreheads are touching. 

"You're going to do fine. Absolutely brilliantly. You know how Wonwoo hyung is: the tests he remembers the least are the ones he did the best in."

That makes you smile a little, finally getting the encouragement you wanted. 

"See, that's all you had to say," you say, leaning in to hug him fully, and his arms are wrapped around you once more and his hand has protectively come up to the back of your head, cradling you gently. 

Chan chuckles, pulling away to look at you. "Really? Was that it?"

You hum, nodding. "Mhm. What can I say, I'm a simple person."

He laughs properly at that, pulling away and kissing you on the top of your hair. "Perhaps. But you better go now, if you want to go get your results. You're going to be late otherwise."

Your eyes widen as you look at the time. "Oh my god, you're right." You lean forwards to peck Chan quickly on the lips before rushing into the hallway. "You're crazy if you think I'm going to open them before I get home though!" you call out, and Chan wanders into the hall to smile as you tug on your shoes. 

“You better not. I wanna scream over your results with you.” He grins. “Your results which are going to be great and will show you passed with flying colours, of course.”

You laugh, and the sound is high-pitched and a little wobbly with nerves, but at least you’re able to laugh. “We can only hope.”

Chan leans in and gives you another tight hug once again, and smiles at you so sweetly and lovingly that it's actually a little overwhelming. "Good luck, love. I know you'll do well."

Opening the door, you smile back at him, giving a small wave. "Thank you, babe."

And then the door closes, and you're gone. Chan stares at the door for another moment, before retreating down the hallway again and going back to his wilted lunch.

————————————— 📄

There’s a clattering sound of you getting out your keys and unlocking the door, and Chan looks up from where he's on his phone on the sofa. He's been waiting for you, because duh, of course he has, and he gets up and walks out to greet you, but the smile dies from his face when he sees your expression.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?”

You’re clutching the envelope that holds your certificate with your results on it, and it’s clear you’re trying not to hold it so hard that the paper wrinkles, but your shoulders are shaking and you look… well, you look terrified.

“Y/N?” he asks, tone infinitely more concerned. “Here, let’s take your shoes off, love.” He bends down, untying your shoelaces for you, praising you almost without thinking when you take them off. Then he stands back up, sees your face again, and his eyes widen.

“Chan…”

“You’re crying.” He blinks, eyes widening even further when the tears well faster in your eyes, spilling over. “Hey, love, why are we crying?”

You can’t answer, bringing a hand to your face, trying to stem the tears before they dissolve into sobs, and he’s stepping forwards again, hugging you to him, arms around you. You’re still holding onto the envelope, still making sure not to crinkle it, but right now Chan couldn’t care less about a piece of paper when you’re here, crying, in his arms.

It takes a little manoeuvring, but he takes off your coat and, still with his arms around you, leads you into the living room, collapsing onto the sofa with you in his lap.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, even though he thinks he might know. He rubs your back, soothing, as you cry quietly into the fabric of his shirt, the envelope abandoned on the coffee table. “Why are you crying, love?”

You take a deep breath, attempting to speak, before getting choked by a sob and burying your head further into his shoulder. 

“Shh, it’s okay,” Chan murmurs, and you make a small, broken sound that makes his heart clench. “I’m here, it’s okay, you’re okay. You’re okay, love, everything is okay.”

“N—No,” you manage to stutter out, wet and helpless, “it’s not. Everything is—is not okay.”

He makes a sad noise at that, one hand still rubbing big, slow circles on your back, the other cradling the back of your head and hugging you close. “Why do you think that?” he asks gently. “What’s making you feel that way?”

“E—everyone,” you sob, and begin to cry even harder into him, your entire frame shuddering, and you sound so devastated that Chan just wants to make all of your pain disappear immediately. “Everyone is m—making me feel like things are not okay.”

“Even me?”

You can’t answer, dissolving into tears yet again.

He takes a breath, his own breathing a little shaky. He hates hearing you cry, hates seeing you so upset, and right now he’s fighting back his own tears, wanting to make you feel better instead of just sobbing with you. “Don’t listen to them, baby,” he says, resting his cheek against the top of your head. “You haven’t even looked at the results yet, how can you trust what they’re saying?”

“There were others and—and they opened theirs right there, a—and I don’t think I did—I don’t think I did as well as them,” you say, and now the crying is getting worse, your breaths coming out all quick and panicky, and you’re shuddering so hard that it’s like you're going to break in two.

“Hey, hey. Y/N, look at me. Come on, love, look at me.” Chan tilts your chin upwards, hand cradling your cheek, and your face is wet with tears but he just stares you straight in the eyes, ignoring the way his own vision is blurring. “Do these people—no, baby, look at me, please—do these people really matter to you?”

You hiccup a sob, blinking your eyes rapidly, and he still has one hand on your back, the other gently wiping your own tears.

“Are these people really that important to you? Do you care about them so much that what they do is crucial to you?”

You jerkily shake your head. “N—no.”

“And,” he carries on, “Do they care about you this much too? Do they genuinely care about how well you did?”

You shake your head again.

“Exactly.” Chan smiles softly. “Their opinions are worthless. How well they did is worthless. For me, and for you, the only important thing is how well you did in comparison to yourself.”

“T—That—” You breathe in shakily again, tears falling faster— “That doesn’t even make sense.”

He can’t help but laugh, just a little, even as your face crumples as you cry even more, curling up even smaller in his lap, burying your head back into his shoulder once more. 

“Don’t worry about how other people did,” he says, wrapping his arms more securely around you, keeping you cocooned in his embrace. “You did your best, Y/N, and I can personally vouch for that. I mean, how many days were I deprived of kisses because you were too busy studying? How much did I sacrifice so that you could revise without interruption?”

You chuckle, watery and a little deranged, sounding like you’re hanging on by a thread, and he just hugs you tighter.

“You have done,” Chan begins, “so so well already. I know it. I’ve seen it. This piece of paper? This just tells you what you already know. It’s going to tell you what I’ve already told you, and that’s it. Don’t base your worth on this, because you are so much more than a number and a grade.”

That causes another sad noise to be pulled out of you, touched beyond belief, but Chan doesn’t say anything else, burying his face into your hair, blinking away his own tears as he holds you through your own.

Several minutes pass, just like that, and he whispers soothing, nonsensical noises, arms tight around you, thumbs rubbing soft patterns into your skin. It takes a while, a long while, for you to eventually calm down, but he just holds you through it all, murmuring that it’s okay and that you’re okay and that he loves you, loves you so, so much.

You’re still breathing shakily, but they’re big, shuddering breaths now, and you sound calmer, resting against his chest, head tucked under his chin.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, gentle.

“Hmm. ‘m sorry.”

Chan blinks, hands pausing in their movements. “Sorry for what, love?”

“For… I don’t know. For breaking down like this, I guess.” You rub your nose, and it’s evident that you’re a little embarrassed for just crying like that, and Chan thinks his heart dips a little at that thought.

“No, gosh, there’s no need to apologise at all! It’s okay. I’m here to help you, aren’t I? It’s one of the things I’m meant to do, baby. I just want you to feel better.” He pauses. “You do feel better, right?” he checks.

You laugh a little, quiet and watery. “Yeah, I do. I feel better.”

He hums happily, hugging you tighter. “That’s good.”

There’s a beat.

“Do you wanna look at your results now?” he asks, looking down at you. You shake your head, eyes fixed on some random point on his shoulder, still blinking away the remnants of tears. “That’s okay.”

Fondly, Chan brings up a hand to your face, wiping away your tears with his thumb, before leaning in to press a light kiss to your cheek. Your cheeks are still wet, a little sticky, but he doesn’t care. The shoulder of his shirt is also in a similar state, anyway. It doesn’t really matter.

He rests his chin on your head again, rocking you from side to side affectionately, humming a tuneless melody, rubbing your arm comfortingly.

“As long as you’re okay.”

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[peeweehermanshow]

One wilted leaf of lettuce?

[optikes]

Giovanni Anselmo (1934-2023) Italy

Untitled (Structure that eats) (1968)

One of the key protagonists of the Italian 1960s Arte Povera movement, Giovanni Anselmo has died aged 89. Untitled: Sculpture that Eats (1968) in which a piece of lettuce fills the space between two blocks of granite, threatening the integrity of the structure as it wilts, has become one of the artworks most associated with Arte Povera, the movement theorised by curator Germano Celant as using natural and industrial materials that are ‘poor’ – that is, in opposition to the rich materials associated with art traditionally, from marble to gold leaf. Arte Povera artists like Anselmo, Jannis Kounellis and Marisa Merz have come to define postwar art in Italy.

Born in a small village just outside Turin in 1934, the artist spent the majority of his life and career in the city, where the major museum Castello di Rivoli celebrated his work with a major retrospective in 2016. He participated in the Venice Biennales of 1978, 1980 and 1990 – when he won the Golden Lion Award – as well as Documenta V (1972) and VII (1982). ... artreview.com

exhibited: MAXXI, Rome

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

My Garden Flowers Part 8

All photos mine.

In order of appearance:

211. White Avens (Geum canadense) This was here before I got there and as she's native she survived the purge I did of the weeds.

212. Orange Coneflower (Rudbeckia fulgida) I didn't plant this, but she's in lots of places now and she's not always this orange, often leaning more toward amber, but she is always very pretty.

213. Tall White Lettuce (Prenanthes altissima) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

214. American Red Raspberry (Rubus strigosus) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

215. Canada mayflower (Maianthemum canadense) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

216. Barren Strawberry (Waldsteinia fragarioides) The leaves look a lot like strawberry leaves, the flowers look like if strawberry flowers were yellow, and they make a red berry! But it tastes woody and bland. Hence the name. I still want to make a jam of them if I ever get enough of them, though.

217. Tufted Hairgrass (Deschampsia ceaspitosa) Don't mind the bull thistle behind it that I wasn't able to remove, but the foliage of the grass is a nice blue-green and the flowers are, well, tufts.

218. Largeflower Bellwort (Uvularia grandiflora) The flowers are always bowed as if wilting. They're springtime flowers only.

219. Spotted Jewelweed (Impatiens capensis) One of the only two Impatiens species native this far north. The flowers of this one are orange. She likes moist to wet spots and can handle full sun to full shade.

220. Fringed Loosestrife (Lysimachia ciliata) Yellow flowers in summer, dark red leaves in autumn.

221. Thicket Creeper (Parthenocissus vitacea) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

222. Skunk Cabbage (Symplocarpus foetidus) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

223. Black Cherry (Prunus nigra) Not pictured as I haven't got pictures yet.

224. Woodland Sunflower (Helianthus divaricata) A sunflower that can handle shade! Not heavy shade, but a considerable amount.

225. Fringed Willowherb (Epilobium ciliatum) I didn't plant this, but she has cute tiny flowers and she has tasty leaves.

226. Starry False Solomon's Seal (Maianthemum stellatum) Little star-shaped white flowers become candy-striped red berries.

227. Narrow-Leaved Wild Leek (Allium burdickii) Like her close cousin, A. tricoccum, she only matures enough to flower after seven years, so this is special.

228. Mayapple (Podophyllum peltatum) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

229. Common Selfheal (Prunella vulgaris vulgaris) A common garden weed but she's native to my range of acceptability for my garden, so she stays wherever she's not in the way.

230. Bog Bean (Menyanthes trifoliata) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

231. Red Wakerobin (Trillium erectum) Her stem broke the first year I had her. I was afraid she'd die but I was able to splint her and she survived to flower again the following year for this picture!

232. Marsh Violet (Viola palustris) Small round leaves grow close to the ground and flowers come up on stalks a few inches above. As the name suggests she prefers things wet.

233. Duck Potato (Saggittaria latifolia) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

234. Purple avens (Geum rivale) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

235. Maypop (Passiflora incarnata) I got two cultivars and they sadly didn't survive the winter. Maybe the wild type would fare better if I could get my hands on that.

236. American Bur-Reed (Sparganium americanum) Fluffy ball flowers. She likes things moist to wet.

237. Heart-Leaved Alexanders (Zizia aptera) She's not quite as showy as her cousin, Zizia aurea, but a nice little plant in a moist to wet area.

238. Canada Burnet (Sanguisorba canadensis) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

239. Oval-Leaved Milkweed (Asclepias ovalifolia) Her second flowering year. She's considerably shorter than most milkweeds. Her cream-coloured flowers are a lovely addition to a garden. Especially if you're tempted to get the white cultivar of swamp milkweed, oval-leaf milkweed also likes wet areas and is well-behaved. Why not get her instead?

240. Redbud (Cercis canadensis) Not pictured as I haven't got pictures yet.

[hamsterpetcaretips]

Can Hamsters Eat Lettuce? What You Need to Know 2023!

Can hamsters eat lettuce? You are wondering if hamster can eat lettuce or not? Find out the answer with our article! Best tips for your furry friend here!

Can Hamsters Eat Lettuce? Should you feed your hamster lettuce?

If you are wondering whether hamsters can eat lettuce, the answer is yes! Hamsters can eat lettuce and it is safe for them to do so. Lettuce is a type of leafy green that can provide some extra nutrients and fiber to your hamster’s diet. However, it is important to feed your hamster lettuce in moderation as too much of it can lead to digestive problems.

When feeding your hamster lettuce, make sure to rinse it thoroughly and remove any outer leaves that may be wilted or damaged. You can give your hamster a variety of types of lettuce to choose from, including romaine, iceberg, green leaf, and red leaf.

Just remember to introduce new foods slowly into your hamster’s diet to avoid any upset stomachs or allergic reactions. Overall, lettuce can be a tasty and nutritious addition to your hamster’s food rotation, just make sure not to overdo it!

Do Hamsters Like Lettuce? Benefits of lettuce to hamster?

Hamsters are small and adorable pets that often require simple and affordable foods to ensure good health. One of these foods is lettuce, a vegetable that is sometimes fed to hamsters. Hamsters love romaine lettuce and, considering that lettuce is safe for hamsters to eat in small portions, it is a great addition to their diet. Lettuce contains a variety of vitamins and minerals, including vitamin C, which is essential for good health.

These benefits of lettuce are important for your hamster’s overall health and well-being. While lettuce should not constitute the primary component of your hamster’s diet, it is a great supplement to their standard diet, which should include a combination of commercial pellets, fresh vegetables, and occasional treats.

In conclusion, hamsters like lettuce, and lettuce is a great addition to their diet, but it should be given in small amounts. As with any food, be sure to monitor your hamster’s reaction to the lettuce and adjust accordingly to ensure a balanced and nutritious diet.

Can Lettuce Harm My Hamster?

Lettuce is a popular green leaf found in many salads, but can it harm your hamster? While lettuce is safe for humans to consume, it is not recommended for hamsters to eat, especially on a regular basis. Different types of lettuce, such as iceberg, romaine, and butterhead lettuce, have varying nutritional values and can affect your hamster’s health differently.

Dwarf hamsters have a smaller digestive tract than Syrian hamsters and may have a harder time digesting lettuce. However, in moderation, Syrian hamsters can eat small amounts of lettuce without being negatively impacted. Lettuce contains a lot of water and lacks the necessary nutrients required for a balanced hamster diet.

Feeding lettuce to your hamster as a regular food source can lead to multiple health issues, including diarrhea and dehydration. It’s best to avoid feeding lettuce to your hamster altogether – lettuce isn’t necessary for their diet and doesn’t provide any nutritional benefits.

What Type of Lettuce is Bad For My Hamster?

Lettuce is a popular vegetable that is widely consumed by humans but can be harmful to some animals, including hamsters. While some kinds of lettuce such as romaine lettuce and green leaf lettuce may be safe for hamsters to consume in small amounts, iceberg lettuce should not be fed to them at all. This type of lettuce, which is popular in salads, contains high amounts of water and very little nutrients.

Additionally, hamsters have difficulty digesting large amounts of leafy greens, which can lead to digestive problems and diarrhea. Unwashed lettuce might also contain harmful bacteria and pesticides, which could cause health issues for your pet. In general, lettuce may cause more harm than good to hamsters, and should be avoided in their diets altogether.

It is important to provide a balanced diet that includes pellets, hay, fresh vegetables, and fruits that are suitable for your hamster’s digestive system. Remember, iceberg lettuce is toxic to hamsters and could cause harm or even death, so it is best to avoid feeding them this kind of lettuce entirely.

How Often Can A Hamster Eat Lettuce?

Hamsters are omnivores and enjoy a variety of foods as part of their diet. Lettuce is often a favorite of many hamsters, but it is important to ensure that they are not overfed with it. You can give your hamster a lettuce snack every couple of days, but it is crucial to control the amount of lettuce they consume. A small piece of lettuce or a lettuce leaf once or twice a week can be sufficient.

You can also mix varieties of lettuce if you want to add some diversity to their diet, but be cautious not to give them too much. Curly leaf lettuce is a good option as it is low in calories and high in fiber, which helps with digestion. As with any new food, it is essential to introduce lettuce slowly and monitor your hamster’s reaction.

If they experience any adverse effects such as diarrhea or stomach upset, it’s best to avoid feeding them lettuce altogether. In summary, hamsters can eat lettuce, but you must control the amount given to them and introduce it slowly into their diet.

How Much Lettuce Can I Give My Hamster?

Lettuce is a common vegetable that many people may want to feed their hamsters. However, it is important to know how much lettuce to give to a hamster as too much lettuce can cause digestive problems in hamsters. Hamsters consume a lot of food in proportion to their size, but only need a little bit of lettuce as a treat once or twice a week.

There are many lettuce varieties available in the market, but not all of them are safe for hamsters. Romaine and Bibb lettuce are safe options to give to a hamster, while iceberg lettuce should be avoided due to its high water content. Too much lettuce can cause diarrhea in hamsters, and it is important not to give too much lettuce for a hamster.

As a general rule, one or two small leaves of lettuce every once in a while should be enough as a treat. It is also important to make sure that lettuce is properly washed and free of pesticides or any other harmful chemicals before giving it to a hamster.

[phantominthewall]

ONE WILTED LEAF OF LETTUCE ...

what the hell is going on

[lesverts1]

Growing Lettuce Indoors: A Step-by-Step Guide for Fresh Greens Year-Round

Why Grow Lettuce Indoors?

Growing lettuce indoors offers several advantages. First, you can control the conditions to ensure a steady growth rate and optimal quality of the leaves. Indoor gardening also eliminates the need to deal with outdoor pests, unpredictable weather, or soil-borne diseases. Finally, it's a sustainable option, reducing the need for store-bought lettuce that might have traveled long distances before reaching your plate.

Choosing the Right Lettuce Variety

Lettuce comes in many varieties, and some are better suited for indoor growing than others. growing lettuce indoors Loose-leaf lettuce, such as oakleaf or butterhead, is an excellent choice because it grows quickly and doesn’t require a lot of space. These varieties also allow for "cut and come again" harvesting, meaning you can snip a few leaves at a time without pulling out the whole plant, ensuring a continuous harvest.

Ideal Growing Conditions for Lettuce Indoors

Lettuce thrives in cool temperatures and doesn’t require intense light, making it an ideal candidate for indoor growing. However, providing the right balance of light, water, and nutrients is essential for success.

Lighting: Lettuce needs about 12-16 hours of light per day. If you don’t have access to enough natural sunlight, consider using grow lights. Full-spectrum LED grow lights are ideal as they simulate natural sunlight and don’t produce excessive heat. Place the lights about 6-12 inches above the plants, adjusting as they grow taller.

Temperature: Lettuce grows best in cooler temperatures, between 60-70°F (15-21°C). Make sure to avoid placing your lettuce near heat sources, as excessive warmth can cause the leaves to wilt or bolt (premature flowering that affects flavor).

Watering: Lettuce has shallow roots, so it’s important to keep the soil consistently moist but not waterlogged. Water your plants regularly, but ensure that the containers have good drainage to prevent root rot. If you’re using a hydroponic system, be sure the water level remains steady and nutrients are replenished.

Humidity: Indoor environments can sometimes be dry, especially during winter. A humidity level of 50-60% is ideal for growing lettuce. If the air in your home is dry, consider misting the plants lightly or using a small humidifier near your growing area.

Growing Methods: Soil vs. Hydroponics

There are two primary methods for growing lettuce indoors: using soil or a hydroponic system. Both have their advantages, so choose the one that best suits your space and preferences.

Soil Method: For traditional indoor gardening, use a lightweight potting mix with good drainage. Fill containers or pots with the soil, plant the seeds about ¼ inch deep, and water thoroughly. Once the seeds germinate (usually within 7-10 days), place them in a sunny spot or under grow lights. Keep the soil moist, and your lettuce will be ready for harvest in about 4-6 weeks.

Hydroponic Method: Hydroponic systems allow you to grow plants without soil, using a nutrient-rich water solution. Lettuce is an excellent plant for hydroponics, and you can set up a simple system using a container, water, and a growing medium like perlite or coconut coir. microgreen growing kit These systems tend to produce faster growth and require less space than traditional soil-based methods.

Harvesting Your Lettuce

Once your lettuce reaches a desirable size, it’s time to harvest. For loose-leaf varieties, snip off the outer leaves as needed, leaving the central rosette intact for continued growth. Alternatively, you can harvest the entire plant by cutting it at the base.

[bemuseing]

Google how to interact with blogs without being intimidated

[impossiblesuitcase]

Around Her Neck

as per

Cinder’s foot tapped restlessly against the linoleum floor as she waited in line. The convenience store was one of the many like it in New Beijing city. It was a simple, run-of-the-mill setup, and her acute sense detectors were elevated from the soft murmurs of upbeat pop music to the distinct smell of lychees and coconuts.

Customers milled about, pointing to different groceries and examining produce. A few androids trailed after them, their sensors flashing as they extended their prongs to grip an item and drop it into the trolley. They were old models—similar to Iko’s first body, Cinder thought—and it was telling of the age and budget of the shop.

Creaking floors, flickering window displays and holographic posters advertising outdated android charging ports (“brand new, get yours today and upgrade your home!”) confirmed this. She would have to look into some endorsement programs for shops in the city. Many had suffered under Letumosis and a little extra government funding would be a welcomed boost.

Though she didn’t venture into the city as much as she’d like to, Cinder sometimes passed through for recreation or errands. If she let her maids and secretaries do everything for her she’d never leave the palace, and Cinder wasn’t a fan of cabin fever.

It was comforting to know that she still remembered the alleyways, nooks and crannies and familiar buskers that hadn’t changed since she would regularly roam the streets. Today, she’d been heading home when a display of fruit caught her eye. She selected the freshest mangoes to deliver to the head chef Divya as a gift and a not-so subliminal request for her killer mango ice cream specialty. Hey, Cinder was a fan of delicious food.

While she was there she also grabbed two bouquets of fresh flowers—a multicoloured bunch for Iko and simple but cheery sunflowers for Kai.

“Next waiting.”

Cinder emptied her arms of goods onto the bench, her hands coming up to squeeze her forearms as the cashier scanned and wrapped the flowers. The man’s eyes stalled on Cinder's metal hand, but it quickly returned to his netscreen. Cinder smirked, just a touch.

She was obscuring her face with a glamour to avoid mobs of citizens disrupting her sunny afternoon, but she let her hand remain untouched. People still tossed it looks sometimes, but she hoped that they’d move on quickly enough to not notice the very famous and very recognisable ruby engagement ring on her finger.

In general, with all the reforms and outreach programs she’d advocated for and installed as empress, cyborgs in the Commonwealth had reported a miniscule downwards trend in discrimination. It was slow—a dripping faucet of gradual tolerance that wasn’t at all like the gushing waterfall Cinder hoped it would be. But, it was a start.

“Your total is 35 univs,” the cashier said. Cinder swiped her wrist under the scanner where her ID chip (legitimate this time) was buried under her flesh. The man’s port pinged a melodic note and he pushed Cinder’s bags towards her, but as she picked them up her eyes paused on a display adjacent to the netscreen.

Rows of clear wrapped jewelry lay nestled in a dilapidated cardboard box. The facing was a picture of Kai, but as a teenager of probably thirteen. Cinder hadn’t recognised him at first, given that half his face had been graffitied and the other half scratched, letting the plain underboard peek through.

She fished past the water damaged cardboard and stray iceberg lettuce leaf wilting in the tray for one of the packets. Holding it up, she saw a silver chain necklace, and in swirling cursive the words Prince Kai. The tittle in the i of Prince was studded with a gaudy glass gem in the shape of a purple heart. Thumbprints covered the packaging, but Cinder was instantly sold.

“Oh, and this too, please.” Cinder tossed it onto the bench, and the man ran it through without even casting her a glance. She quickly paid again, thanked him and left the register to allow other customers through.

The sun hit her as she walked outside, and she examined the necklace in the light, noting the slight tarnishing on the chain and imperfection in the faux crystal. Flipping it over to see the card inside, she was met with bold capital letters reading PRINCE KAI 4EVER, encircled by purple hearts. Underneath was a link to a Prince Kai fan club (one Cinder was sure Peony had joined) but her optobionics told her it was defunct. The rest had smatterings of small phrases, including: “Number. 1 Fan” and “Prince Dreamy”.

Cinder chuckled heartily and stepped into the foot traffic. At the same time, the cashier looked at the ID from her digital receipt and realised with a start that Selene Blackburn had just purchased from his place of business. But when he searched outside the window with a gobsmacked expression, the empress was gone.

———

“Hi, love,” Cinder called out.

Kai’s shoulders involuntarily relaxed when he heard her. It was an instinctive reflex for his body to slacken with her presence. He muted the netscreen but left the stream on. Cinder had wanted to watch this gymnastics event anyway.

“Hey,” he said. “How’d you go?”

His eyes were downcast as he saved files on his portscreen, but he could hear Cinder rustling. She didn’t respond.

Kai looked back at her, but came face-first with something bright, yellow and spotted with dew thrust towards him. He pulled back to a fresh bouquet of sunflowers wrapped in light blue crepe paper.

“Flowers for you.” Cinder smiled. Kai beamed and took the bunch, and buried his nose in the disc florets. Its scent was more alike freshly mowed grass than an aromatic floral, but it was one of the few types that didn’t trigger his sinuses, so he inhaled happily.

“Thank you, darling. These are beautiful.” Kai brushed a kiss to Cinder’s cheek and set off to find a vase from one of the cabinets. He filled it up with water as Cinder removed her hat and emptied the pockets of her sundress. “How was the city?”

“Nice! Very sunny today. You know, I was looking at the shops and some of the smaller ones are really run-down. I mean, one shop’s non-perishable stock was six years old. I think they could use extra funding.”

“As long as we’re not going down the whole gentrification route,” he mumbled, distracted with arranging the flowers from left to right in the vase.

Cinder met him at the table, picking up fallen petals. “Nah, just support programs.”

He nodded, sticking out his bottom lip as he considered it. “We shouldn’t encourage stores to throw away perfectly good stock.”

She elbowed him gently. “Obviously, but more of it will sell if the upgrades attract more customers.”

Kai looked at her, about to offer some comment on her sage words of fiscal wisdom when his eyes fell on a silver chain resting above her décolletage. She often alternated between the necklace containing Peony’s ID chip and whatever royal jewels her stylists chose, but this was an unfamiliar one.

He thumbed it, his face incredulous. “A...Prince Kai necklace?”

She smirked nonchalantly. “I was helping clear out the stock. Like you said, don’t want to be wasteful.”

He barked out a laugh, letting the necklace fall back atop her shirt. “So you’re buying up the city’s supply of my unofficial merchandise?”

She coiled the chain around her fingers. “What can I say, I am your number one fan.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“My Prince dreamy.”

“Ah, right.”

“Kai for-everrrr.” She pulled the last syllable into a whisper, and Kai just laughed.

“I believe it.” He circled his arms around her and planted a kiss soundly on her mouth. Their muffled giggles ebbed and flowed between the contact of kisses, and he placed one on her collarbone where the writing lay.

“It’s sort of embarrassing,” he admitted.

“It’s horribly embarrassing. I’m wearing it anyway.”

He went in for another kiss, but when he twisted her head to kiss her neck she saw the netscreen and pulled away.

“What! Did I miss the gymnastics finals?”

“No, it’s just starting.”

Cinder drew out of his arms and dropped onto the couch. “Unmute feed.”

Kai shook his head, chuckling, and grabbed cool drinks from the bar fridge before joining her.

He leaned over and picked her necklace under his fingernail, raising his voice over the commentators. “I can’t wait to see you wear this in public.”

She unscrewed the drink cap and took a swig. “I will have it conveniently tucked into my shirt in case Iko tries to steal it.”

He deadpanned and pinched her cheek before she turned her attention away. “Oh yeah, I’m sure that’s the reason.”

She batted his hand away, ignoring him by focusing on the routine onscreen, but her mouth stretched into a half-suppressed smile.

---

Serving as world leaders, as it turned out, left very little time to be normal humans. Cinder was purportedly not human to begin with, as she’d so often been reminded, but she cast that bigoted thinking aside. Freedom and normalcy—though not mutually exclusive—did not always come hand in hand.

Though she’d craved freedom under Adri’s guardianship, Cinder’s life now was far from what she’d envisioned. Just as confining in some ways, and infinitely more liberating in others.

The good things were her friends, a secure home, Kai, and plain as it may be, simply still being alive. And while she and Kai hadn’t started with the most conventional relationship, they did their best to have a normal marriage.

When one is married to the royal equivalent of a teen idol, that could be tricky.

Iko did swoon when she saw the necklace, and Cinder did keep it tucked away most times. She wasn’t ashamed of it, but didn’t want her critics to undermine her work by using the juvenile piece as an excuse to belittle her.

Even she had to sometimes conflate Cinder with Selene in her head, and world leader Selene had to keep the propriety that Cinder sometimes lacked.

Nevertheless, in more causal settings it would be plainly on display, but Cinder made the grave error of becoming attached to it while neglecting protect it. It was submerged in water, worn while she slept, and covered in grease when she managed to schedule some time in the garage.

The jewel fell out and was presumably swept up by vacuum, but the final straw was the chain completely snapping in half.

“Ah no!” Cinder scrambled to the floor of the shower, but half of it had already been sucked down the drain. She caught the other half before it slid off her chest.

“What happened?” Kai asked. He stood before the mirror, carefully shaving his jawline and halted his razor.

“The necklace broke,” she groaned. “I only got it like four months ago.”

“It wasn’t great quality to begin with, babe.” Kai kept speaking, but his words were incoherent as he pulled his cheeks taut to glide his razor in a smooth motion.

Cinder slumped against the shower glass, sighing while water dribbled through her eyelashes. “This means I’m not your number one fan anymore.”

Kai laughed, and she started too, before resolutely turning off the tap and wringing out her hair. The glass was still foggy and coated in condensation. Cinder pressed what was left of the necklace against the screen to leave an imprint. It didn’t transfer well, so she drew the words out herself, watching the Prince Kai dry as quickly as the time it took to write.

It was gone in seconds, so she turned on the automatic air blasts to dry the glass and stepped out. She tossed the necklace into the disposal and rubbed at her bare neck.

Though she had liked it, it didn’t quite represent the Kai she knew. It was mass produced and reminded her of Kai’s endlessly adoring fans, praising him unanimously like perfect factory model androids reciting a programmed response.

The Kai that Cinder knew was blemished and imperfect, and their relationship full of chips and idiosyncrasies that made it unique to itself.

Kai finished washing his face and made a big show of waving goodbye to the disposal where the necklace would be sent to be recycled or incinerated. He wrapped an additional towel around her shoulders. “Sorry, Cin. But hey, the metal would’ve turned green soon anyway. At least you got a run out of it.”

Cinder hummed in agreement. It had been downright childish with the tacky heart and swirling calligraphy that denoted the name had to be read with a lovesick sigh.

Though she’d bought it on a whim as a ironic token to her husband, that was how the public perceived Kai, and it didn’t quite fit.

She wanted something personal.

---

Cinder and Kai took a balmy summer evening off to see a festival in the city. It was just to celebrate the local community, but the shops were dressed in decorations for the occasion similar to the Peace Festival.

While Cinder and Kai had to be in monarch mode for the Peace Festival, they could attend local events discreetly. Kai said it reminded him of when his parents would take him to the markets as a child before the ball started.

When the main attractions began winding down, they stopped in a neighbouring park. A local university orchestra was performing, and though they’d heard prestigious companies many times, lounging under the shade of rustling trees with soaring violins was just as deeply pleasant.

“We’d like to thank the New Beijing City Council for their patronage so we and others in the arts sector can perform for the public,” the host announced to polite applause.

Kai lay on the grass with his eyes closed. “No problem,” he murmured. “Hey, speaking of patronage, did the jewelry you commissioned come in?”

Cinder hovered over him, waiting until he registered the shadow and opened his eyes. He raised an eyebrow.

She pulled a necklace from her pocket and dangled it over his face, letting Kai’s eyes adjust to reflections on the polished silver. In soft, imperfect calligraphy was the simple, gem-less silver reading Kai.

Kai propped himself upright. “Wait...is that my handwriting?”

She grinned. “I just happened to procure a greeting card you’d written with your signature, and the company made custom jewelry, so…”

It was fortunate Kai had such neat handwriting, because it looked even more artful and meticulous than the mass produced Prince Kai necklace Cinder had previously. What was more, the jewelers had even crafted the slight divots and curves where the rarely-used ink had smudged.

The idea had materialised when she officiated the opening ceremony of a support plan for businesses under a certain GDP margin. Cinder had initiated the program and was excited to hear the benefits, but her interest was particularly piqued regarding a customised jewelry start-up. She’d immediately pressed for details.

Kai examined it in awe. “It’s so precise!” He paused, his lips scrunching in a thoughtful pout. “I need one.”

She giggled. “You want jewelry with your name on it?”

“No,” he scoffed, “one with your name on it, and in your handwriting.”

Cinder turned away, back to face the string quartet taking centre-stage for a sonata, accompanied by a flautist. “I have terrible handwriting.”

“I don’t mind.”

She shook her head, smiling and knowing that Kai really wouldn’t care how it looked. She let the chain slowly pool into her hand. “I only got it in today, before we left.”

Kai trailed his fingers over the sliver version of his name and picked it up. “Here, turn around.”

Cinder twisted her torso as Kai pushed her hair out to the way, then brought the chain around her neck and closed it. Cinder usually struggled to get her metal fingers to grip slippery materials, so Kai routinely fixed jewelry and zippers for her.

She thanked him. “You know I’m going to practice my handwriting everyday now.”

He shrugged. “I don’t care if it’s neat.”

“I do, you deserve pretty things.”

He cast her a telling look. A lovesick look.

She groaned. “Oh, don’t say something like: ‘you’re already the prettiest thing I have’.”

“You’d love it if I said that,” he insisted, teasingly. “What else do they make?”

Cinder listed the pieces other than necklaces at the jewelers, including belt buckles, watches, earrings, and rings. He mulled it over, mentally evaluating the options to consider later on.

The name flipped upside down as Kai pulled Cinder to the ground, and he sighed contently.

“Hmm?”

He shrugged, bumping her shoulder. “So this necklace proves your my number one fan, right?”

“I’m not in any fan clubs, but I’ve decided so, yes.”

“They’re creepy, anyway.” He sighed, like he was about to admit to some big secret. “Anyhow, I thought you should know that I’m your number one fan.”

“How kind,” she quipped, even as her heart fluttered. “I grant you the official title.”

“As will I.”

“Although...” She chewed her lip in thought. “Everyone with that cheap necklace was technically your number one.”

He grinned. “Nope. I have authority and I just decided.”

“I’ll leave you to break the news to your fans.”

He flexed his jaw, but paused with a change of thought. “Hey—where you’d find the greeting card anyway?”

“You gave it to Torin’s family years ago. I was a bit disappointed, actually. I wanted the jewelry to say ‘K+C’ but you didn’t write a ‘C’ or a plus.”

“Ah.” He kissed away her frown. Kai tucked the thought away, already dreaming up something engraved with that inscription for a later anniversary.

The rapturous music overtook their conversation, and Cinder thought it over. “You know, I’m sort of glad the first one broke. That Prince Kai was the one everyone sees. Maybe that’s why I always thought Peony’s clubs were silly.

“But this,” she continued, fingering the sweeping curve on the K, “is more Us. My Kai.”

Kai danced his fingers over her collarbone then rested them on her thigh.

Having mentioned the word fan club, her optobionics had been looking for Kai-related blogs and feeds to advertise to her. Her brain system had tailored her FF results to him, just as it did whenever it noted increased hormones and an accelerated heartrate, as if that was now synonymous with being around Kai.

In a way it was, and it didn’t require a high functioning intelligence system to discern how obviously she loved him.

“We already have a fan club for each other,” she decided.

“Oh yeah?”

She glanced back up at him. “Yep. Two-person membership. Otherwise known as marriage.”

“And I’m a dedicated patron,” he murmured into her hair.

People bustled about around them, children running and adults laughing and the nearby festival streets still packed with people. Vendors spruiked their prices, the air sizzled with cooking garlic and smells of ginseng and vanilla wafted from aromatherapy humidifiers. Cinder and Kai blended in easily with everybody else.

Maybe not everything about their lives was normal, but they still liked giving each other flowers, and watching netfeeds together, and going out on dates.

Wearing your heart around your neck wasn’t anything new, and Cinder liked it that way.

The grass ticked their feet as they lay facing down, letting the swell of an ethereal flute drift over them like sound waves to their happily ever after.

Notes

I guess Kai could’ve been the one to buy her the necklace, but that’s very Troy and Gabriella from High School Musical 2, and Kai and Cinder don’t have to “go their own way.” Plus, Cinder finally is allowed to buy things for herself! So she can buy cool things that she wants.

@just2bubbly @gingerale2017 @cindersassasin @cinderswrench

[kanvasal]

Iceburg if nothing else has a good crunch, I feel its a bit over hated here (although it can't really be improved much above a D tier in this comparison. By itself, not bad, but that's mostly texture).

Bokchoy is good, but is more of a cuisine food. It doesn't go with everything, but it is good..

Brussels are good when cooked right. If you cook them wrong, thats a skill issue. That is an S tier food you're fucking up, no one to blame but you.

Red cabbage when pickeled is great. Also in a stir fry? Not bad, at least the way my flatmate does it.

Regular cabbage is a staple in the genre, don't grade it badly for that. it worked hard to get where it got. Also sauerkraut is kinda good.

Haven't had kale enough to judge it.

Green leaf lettuce is non offensive. I'll never refuse it, and it's kinda expected. More determined by the salad dressing, which you can't blame on the salad leaves chosen.

Spinach is good. When cooked at least. I could eat that for any meal. You put it in front of me? Gone. Consumed. I had it for breakfast today, and it was the first thing on the plate that I ate. As a salad piece? Like the lettuce. Alright, nothing special, I won't refuse because of it's inclusion. Not particularly good nor bad. But give it to me wilted with a cumin seeds and some salt? That's what I'm talking about.

Regardless of how strong or weak my opinions on these are, I definitely do not get enough green food in my diet

local bunny rates her favorite lettuce 🐇🥬

[mysticpuma]

DannyMay Day 2: No One Knows AU - “What Happened to Danny?”

Category: General

Rating: Teens and Up

Summary:  Danny has been distant for a while, and Sam, Tucker and Jazz just want to figure out what happened.

Warnings: Vague references to physical/sexual abuse, though not depicted and only as a character’s panicked tangent as explanation for Danny’s weird behaviour.

AO3

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“This is getting ridiculous…” Sam grumbled, stabbing a sad, wilted lettuce leaf with her fork with enough aggression to make the poor thing practically disintegrate. “What the hell did we do to make him act like this? He’s been avoiding us for nearly a month.”

Tucker let out a sigh, pushing his slop-that-was-supposedly-meat around on the plastic tray with a weak grip on his own fork. The school cafeteria food had never been especially pleasant to eat, but that wasn’t what was stopping him now. It was the reminder that his best friend hadn’t sat with them in so long. They didn’t know where he went at lunch; they’d tried the outdoor picnic area, the classrooms, they’d even checked the janitor’s closet a couple of times. But no sign of Danny. It was as if he vanished into thin air at the end of any class they shared together, and all their attempts to find him or catch him to just talk to him, to ask him what happened and why he refused to be anywhere near them, ended the same. “I dunno, Sam. No argument I’ve ever had with Danny has gone like this. He’s not good at hiding how he feels, you know? Neither of us are.”

The goth looked to her geeky friend with a frown on her face, but her eyes were cold and sad. “Maybe that’s why he’s avoiding us? So he can’t give it away?”

“Give away what though? We’ve never kept things from each other.” They were supposed to be best friends, joined at the hip, sharing everything. But overnight that connection had vanished. Danny was never online anymore, didn’t reply to his texts, didn’t even look at him if he did spot him for a split second in the hallways. “I feel like somehow I must’ve upset him, for him to not tell me what’s going on.”

“Except he’s avoiding me too.” Sam groused. Sometimes it was hard not to see herself as a third wheel to Danny and Tucker, but when the two boys had argued in the past, she’d been the mediator, the bridge between them, knitting the two together again with a well placed scolding or hug, depending on the situation. But right now, Danny was avoiding her too. Even when she’d been alone in school a few weeks ago because Tucker had been ill, Danny hadn’t appeared. She’d expected him to sidle up to her as if nothing was wrong and to go through their usual game of her slowly trying to needle out of him what had gone on, until she could figure out which one of them had been the most bone-headed, knock some sense into them and go back to normal.

But it hadn’t happened. Danny had still hurried away from class, he’d still turned a corner when he caught her staring out of the corner of his eye, and he’d still seemed to vanish off the face of the earth when she tried to look for him.

“Yeah, I know. Sorry.” Tucker mumbled. Sam shook her head, her shoulders sagging.

“You don’t need to apologise, Tucker.” She knew this was hitting him even harder than her. If the silent treatment was making Sam’s heart feel like it was in a vice grip, it was probably putting Tucker’s in a hydraulic press.

Silence washed over them like a tidal wave, turning the murmurs and shouts of the cafeteria into radio static as the two each stared down at their food as though it might coalesce into an answer, a sign, an indication that they hadn’t entirely lost their friend.

“Um… Sam? Tucker?” They both snapped to attention at the voice. The red-headed older Fenton flinched back slightly as their heads turned to her in perfect unison, but she held her nerve. “Danny’s been weird with you both too… right?” The friends exchanged an unreadable look, then turned to Jazz once more and nodded mutely, simultaneously. Slender fingers gripped the edges of the plastic tray to a point that her knuckles turned white. “And neither of you can figure out what’s going on either?” A swift, synchronized shake of their heads. Jazz’s shoulders lowered a little. “Sorry for disturbing you…” She looked down at the food on her tray, her stomach doing a little flip at the slop that practically matched the plastic in hue. As she turned to leave, a hand suddenly closed around her arm. Though the grip was undeniably strong, it wasn’t enough that she couldn’t break out if she was set on leaving. She looked to the owner of the hand; Sam.

“He’s been avoiding you too?” She asked, softly. Jazz nodded, and Sam’s grip loosened as she bit her lip. “Did anything happen at home? With your parents?” She patted the bench beside her.

“Not that I know of…” Jazz murmured as she took a seat. “I don’t think they’ve argued at all. And our parents are always a bit…” She trailed off, unable to find a word in her vast vocabulary that could possibly encompass everything wrong with their parents. They were overbearing, but neglectful; painfully enthusiastic about anything ghostly, but completely uninterested in their children; the smartest people Jazz knew, and also the stupidest people on the planet. They weren’t definable in easy terms, in any terms. “The only thing that’s changed around the house is that weird ‘portal’.” She practically spat the word; her parents had spent years on that thing, left her to suddenly become surrogate parent to her little brother because they were too busy with a portal to some other dimension to pay attention to what was going on in this one. 

Jazz still wasn’t even sure what to make of that stupid thing. Sure, it glowed and swirled and looked like every description of a mystical portal she’d ever read. It was unfathomable, beautiful and hideous all at once, and it made no sense. But she wasn’t entirely convinced it wasn’t all smoke and mirrors, weird lighting and weirder technology. She hadn’t seen a single ghost in the month since it had supposedly ‘opened’.

She paused, her brows knitting together in thought. “The portal…” She breathed. How long had Danny been off with her? With his friends? “When did Danny start… avoiding you two?”

“Uh… about a month ago, give or take.” Tucker offered, when Sam could do nothing but raise an eyebrow.

A month. The portal had ‘opened’ a month ago. Was that when Danny had started acting weirdly? It was hard to tell, concretely. It wasn’t as if she spent every waking moment paying attention to him like she’d had to before. He was a teenager now, fully capable of looking after himself, and he’d insisted as much to her over and over and over, with varying degrees of frustration or worry to his face and voice each time. Eventually, she had accepted that she could return to a vaguely teenage life herself, though she still tried to make sure she was available for Danny when he needed someone; because their parents sure as hell weren’t going to be. Had she really missed such a glaring correlation? Had his behaviour shifted when the portal opened? And if it had… why?

“Jazz…?” The red-head snapped her gaze up to meet two sets of confused and concerned eyes.

“Sorry. I was just thinking… It’s possible that he started acting off when my parents finally got the portal open.” Her voice hitched over the word still, like a pot-hole in the road. 

“Then… he’s upset with them?”

“Maybe, but he’s avoided them before, when they’ve done particularly stupid stuff, and he’s still been able to talk to me when that happens. This just doesn’t match his regular pattern.” 

Tucker pointed his fork at her. “That’s what I’ve been saying! He doesn’t avoid everyone like this.”

Sam let out a long, drawn-out, sigh. “So what’s making him angry at all of us?”

“I’m not sure angry is the right description, to be perfectly honest.” Jazz slipped into her ‘therapist’ tone, the tone she used with Spike, when she was trying to analyze an emotional response without drawing herself into it. “His behaviour leans more towards nerves. Fear, perhaps.”

“He’s… scared of us?” Sam asked, disbelief colouring her words. “Why would he be scared of us?”

“You can be pretty scary when you’re angry, Sam.” Tucker tried for a cheeky grin, but the curl of his lips was wrong, and he just looked like he was in pain. 

Sam turned an icy glare on him. “Not the time, Tucker.”

The boy lowered his head. “Sorry…”

“I don’t think he’s scared of us, per say.” Jazz puzzled. “Perhaps he’s scared of our reactions to whatever’s going on?”

Sam and Tucker exchanged a glance. “That doesn’t make sense.” Sam said. “Danny knows he can tell us anything. We’ve proved that before.” She was including Jazz in that assessment, and she could tell, because she knew what Sam was talking about. 

She remembered the day that Danny had told her he was a boy clearly in her mind, the fear in his eyes, the shake in his little hands… And she remembered hugging him and telling him she was proud of him for telling her, that she loved him no matter what. That he was her little brother and she would always be there for him as his big sister. She remembered him coming home from school the next day with a watery, but bright, smile on his face and telling her that his friends had listened just like she had. She remembered all three of them standing with him in solidarity as he’d told their parents about it too. 

Danny should know they’d all be there for him. But did he? Just because it was obvious to them, didn’t mean that it would be to Danny.

Jazz let out an exasperated puff of air. What could make him so afraid of telling them? She clenched her hand into a fist as words from her textbooks crawled across her vision, and shook her head as she tried to swallow the lump threatening to form in her throat. No, he’d tell me if someone had… hurt him. She’d always made sure to impress on him the urgency of that. That if anyone touched him, he was to tell her. Because then she could help. And he’d nodded and promised. Surely he wouldn’t…

People don’t do logical things when they’ve been hurt. Jazz’s mind reminded her, and her stomach began to fill with lead. “What if… something bad happened? What if it’s nothing to do with the portal, and just happened around the same time?” She whispered, her voice barely more than a breath on the wind, afraid that if she spoke it, it might manifest in material reality.

Sam and Tucker both went rigid in their seats. “No… it couldn’t… no… He’d… he’d tell us, right?” Sam’s voice was faltering, her voice thick with emotion as tears welled in her eyes. “He’d at least tell you… Or… or Tucker…”

“Would he, though?” Tucker mumbled. “I dunno if I could, if… if that happened.”

Without warning, Jazz bolted from the table, her bag and lunch left behind as she hurried from the cafeteria. Burning bile built up in her throat, tears stung in her eyes, the world fading away into a blurry facsimile of itself. Somehow, she managed to navigate to the toilets just in time to fling herself over a basin and expel the thin contents of her stomach. It was mostly bile, acidic and watery, forcing its way out of her as she wretched. Tears spilled down her cheeks and feel into the bowl, vanishing into the acrid liquid. 

She vaguely felt someone pull her hair out of the way as she wretched. She couldn’t think, see, hear… nothing felt real. Could she really have been so blind that something that horrific had happened to her baby brother and she hadn’t noticed? What sort of sister am I?

The bell rang somewhere in the fog, but she was still trapped over the basin, still retching, still bawling her eyes out over it all. 

She knew, somewhere in the recesses of her mind, that she was leaping to conclusions. That it wasn’t helpful; she could be wrong. She tried to remember that, tried to repeat that in her mind. I could be wrong. She’d never wanted to be wrong before, but she was begging, pleading whatever deity might listen to her that she was. Not that she believed in any of them, so they’d hardly hear her prayer, even if she could speak right now, which she couldn’t because somehow bile was still pouring out of her.

As the retching finally slowed, she registered a cool hand on her back, and she used the feeling to pull herself out of her panic. Grounded herself gradually, with jumbled attempts to find five things she could see. Hands, toilet, cubicle wall… She moved on before she hit five, unable to see anything else and unable to turn her head with how dizzy she felt. What could she feel? Cold hand, cold basin, hard floor… Still not quite enough, not the four she needed, but it would do. What could she hear? Sloshing water, muffled movement outside, my own breathing. Better, she was starting to feel better. Smell now… I smell disinfectant and vomit. And taste… I can taste the bile on my tongue.

Present once more, Jazz reached up for the toilet roll dispenser, only for the hand to leave her back and pass her some tissue when it became clear that her shaking hands wouldn’t be able to reach. “Th-thank you.” She paused at the sight of the hand in front of her. She’d been expecting Sam’s slender fingers and painted nails, but these hands were more familiar… Still slender, but clumsier, with chipped nails where he’d bitten them time after time in his usual poor way of handling anxiety. “Danny?” She turned to see familiar blue eyes watching her worriedly. He gulped.

“You uh… You came into the wrong bathroom.” He muttered, letting out a huff that was supposed to be a laugh. Jazz stared at him for a moment, then registered the contraptions behind him, outside the cubicle. Oh.

But her eyes wouldn’t leave his face. Paler than he normally was, dark rings under his eyes, sadness clinging to deep blue irises, dulling their brightness. She gulped, and swiped across her mouth with the balled up tissue he’d handed her, tossing it haphazardly behind her, hoping it went in the basin but not really caring. This was the closest she’d been to Danny in a month, the closest he’d allowed her. She didn’t want to let him out of her sight.

She grasped his hand tightly, and he stumbled back a little, but not enough to pull away. His eyes widened, and there - I was right… he’s scared. The way he was suddenly shaking, the desperation in his eyes, the way his breathing had turned shallow… He was terrified.

“Danny… What happened…?” She asked, her voice broken. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know, but it wasn’t about her. Danny had been suffering, something had been eating away at him, and he hadn’t felt safe enough to talk to anyone about it, not even to her. She didn’t want to entertain all the different possible reasons that raced through her head. Danny tried to pull away, but Jazz tightened her grip on his hand. “Please, Danny… We’re all worried.”

The boy looked down at his feet, his eyebrows drawn together in thought. “I don’t… I… I can’t…”

“You can tell me anything. Anything, Danny. Please. I can’t help if you don’t tell me.” It made her stomach lurch again as she pleaded with him, begging him to remember the promise he made. “If someone hurt you-”

Danny’s eyes snapped back up to her in horror. “No! Oh god, no… No, Jazz, it’s nothing like that. I promise it’s not. Nobody did anything to me.” She watched him carefully for tells, for hints that he was lying to her, but she found nothing. Her shoulders slackened slightly, and she only then noticed just how much tension she’d been holding onto, as her shoulders burned from exertion and strain. 

“Then… what is it? Sam, Tucker and I are worried about you, Danny. Please…” She begged him. Danny gulped.

A long moment passed between them, their eyes locked together. Finally, after what felt like years, Danny’s own shoulders dropped a little. “After school. I’ll meet you, Sam and Tucker at your car… I’ll tell you everything… okay?”

Jazz’s grip on her brother’s hand tightened further. “You promise? Promise me.”

Danny sighed. “I promise.” She loosened her grip on his hand, but he didn’t let go. “Are you gonna be okay, Jazz?” He asked her. 

She nodded, and allowed him to pull her up from the floor. She wobbled for just a moment, and he leaned against her to stabilize her. Since when was he this cold? She wondered. Once she was standing on her own, Danny turned back to the cubicle and flushed away the grim remnants of her breakfast. He stayed by her side as she left the bathroom, glad that the noise of people moving to class had dulled, because nobody was out there to see her exit the boys bathroom.

Her gaze found Sam and Tucker, stood outside the cafeteria with her bag, and she turned to pull Danny along with her, but froze.

He was gone.

Jazz gulped down the bile that tried to rise in her throat again. He promised… She reminded herself, and forced her limbs to carry her over to Sam and Tucker.

“Thank you for grabbing my bag… I’m sorry…” She said, softly. Sam held the bag out to her with a strained smile.

“You okay?” Tucker asked.

“I’m… uh…” Okay wasn’t right. Good wasn’t right. Bad wasn’t right. “Coping.” That was all she could sum it up as, really. “Sorry for running out like that…”

The two shook their heads, but it was Sam that stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the older teen. “It’s okay. I was pretty close to that reaction myself…” 

She wanted to tell them that Danny had been there, had told her it was nothing like that. But they’d never believe her. Not when he’d vanished into thin air again. Maybe he was still in the bathroom, maybe he’d silently gone down the corridor when she’d been distracted. She didn’t imagine she’d find him. She didn’t know if he’d even show up after school…

She had to hope though. “Um… we should get to class. Do you two want a lift home later? As thanks for… this.” She held up the bag meekly. It was a poor excuse, but she needed them there. If Danny did show up, they deserved to be there, they deserved to know. It took a moment, but eventually the two nodded. “I’ll see you later then. Thanks again.” She was saying too many ‘sorry’s and ‘thank you’s, she knew. Her brain was too jumbled to say much else.

Not one of the three were able to focus in class. Tucker stared at the back of Danny’s head in Math instead of at the board, at the awkward way he was holding himself, and the flinch when he took notes. He was in pain, and all the worst case scenarios rushed through Tucker’s mind, keeping him from hearing what the teacher was talking about. He nearly ended up with detention for it. Sam was nervously sketching in the margins of her history book, trying to keep herself calm, trying not to think about why Danny wasn’t talking to them, trying not to imagine all the horrible things that could have happened to cause him to shut himself away so completely. And Jazz stared out of the window, towards the parking lot… willing each second to tick by faster. She just needed to know what had happened to her baby brother. 

Jazz was first to her car, and she tried to ignore the rock in her stomach as she waited. If Tucker and Sam weren’t there yet, why would Danny be? Surely he wouldn’t break his promise… He’d be there, surely.

Sam arrived next, looking as hollow as Jazz felt. Despite Danny’s words, she couldn’t shake the fear that something really had happened, that he’d lied. 

When Tucker arrived, Jazz balled her hand into a fist. Where was-

“Hey guys.” The three whirled around to see Danny emerging from behind a tree at the edge of the parking lot. He had his hands shoved so far into his pockets that it was a wonder he hadn’t punched a hole in them. He had his head bowed, his eyes refused to meet any of theirs.

“Danny…?” Sam and Tucker whispered simultaneously.

“In the flesh.” He said with a surprisingly dark laugh. Where’s the joke? Jazz had always prided herself on getting her brother’s bad puns, but there was no pun… There was no joke. Why are you laughing? “Um… can we talk somewhere private?” Sam, Tucker and Jazz glanced at each other. Would any of their houses suffice? Probably not. “My room is fine. Mom and Dad will probably be in the lab anyway. If that’s cool with you guys?” Jazz saw through it straight away; he wanted to be in a safe place, a place where both he felt safe, and where they would all feel safe. It wasn't perfect, but it was something. He’s here.

There was a palpable relief in the nods that he received in answer, and Jazz gestured to the car. “You want shotgun, little brother?” He managed to smile at her.

The car-ride was silent, and awkward. Jazz didn’t feel right turning the radio on, but the silence weighed heavy on all their shoulders. Danny was picking at his nails, wearing them down further to the point that Jazz was worried he’d make them bleed. But she couldn’t take her hands off the wheel to stop him, and the atmosphere inside the car was so thick with tension that she couldn’t force a word out of her mouth to tell him to stop.

Her car screeched when she parked it outside FentonWorks. The hinge creaked as she opened the door and stepped out. Her shoes clapped against the pavement. Her arm felt heavy as she reached for the front door handle. Four pairs of eyes roamed over the living area, dark and lifeless, and settled on the door to the lab. It was open, as always - Jazz never understood why they even had the door if they never intended to shut it - and familiar sounds of clanging metal reverberated up the stairs. Danny was right, they were in the lab. Again.

The boy in question was already climbing the stairs, but had paused when he noticed none of the others following him. Blue eyes blinked at them, and Jazz felt a chill go over her. She wanted to know what was causing her brother to pull away from her, that was definitely true. But… she was also scared to find out. Scared that there was nothing she could do to help him, that maybe that was the reason he hadn’t told her.

She forced herself to follow him, and her movement spurred Sam and Tucker as well. Danny offered the three a weak smile, before continuing to lead the way.

He opened his bedroom door and stood aside, gesturing for them all to file in before him. They did, silent and tense. Sam’s hands were balled into fists, her nails carving crescents into her palm as a way to keep herself from blowing up at Danny - she wanted so desperately to yell at him for making them worry so much, for not trusting them. But she held it back. It wouldn’t help. He’d just pull away again. So she kept her fists clenched and her lips tightly closed, her lower lip pulled between her teeth as another way to ground herself. Beads of metallic liquid bubbled up from the flesh, but she didn’t loose her hold.

Tucker had put his PDA away, knowing he’d retreat to it in an instant if it was in his hands. Instead, he had his beret in his hands, pulling and stretching the fabric to try and keep his emotions under control.

Jazz had no such grounding technique. She was left drifting somewhat as she entered Danny’s room. The same as always, no changes; still the pile of laundry in the corner that he hadn’t bothered to bring down for her or Mom to wash, a pile of books on his desk, all about space. But where that pile would normally be changing constantly, as he devoured each new book with voracity, this pile had a layer of dust blanketing it. It hadn’t changed in weeks…

Each of them situated themselves somewhere in the room. Sam took a bean-bag. Tucker sat on the bed. Jazz pulled the desk chair out. Danny closed the door softly, and then remained standing in front of them.

“So… Um… Sorry, first off. Yeah, I should definitely start with sorry.” Sam bit her lip harder to avoid interrupting him. “I know I’ve been… weird lately. I didn’t… I should have realized you’d all worry. Sorry.” He wasn’t looking at any of them, his eyes instead trained on his shoes, taking in the precise way that they had begun to yellow at the edges, and the scuff he’d gotten on the right one on the first day he’d got them, as was typical of the first day wearing nice new shoes. “I uh… I’m not sure where to start with it all, to be honest. It’s kind of… a lot.” He looked up briefly to take in the expressions of the three, and bit his lip. He couldn’t beat around the bush, or they’d jump to all kinds of conclusions, conclusions that he didn’t want them to have to think about. All he could do was rip the band-aid off, and hope they gave him the time of day to let him fully explain. “Basically… I kind of… turnedontheportalwhileIwasinsideandmostlysortofdied!” He spat it all out in a stream of words that didn’t even really make sense to him.

He watched the expressions in the room morph to confusion as they tried to make sense of the jumbled syllables, then… one by one… the pieces slid into place, and their eyes widened.

“You… mostly… sort of… died!?” It was Sam who broke the silence, her anger too much to contain, though now it didn’t have anywhere to go. She wanted to scream at him, but if what he was saying was true… No, I can’t be angry at him for that.

“It’s hard to explain. I don’t really get it. I’m definitely still alive. I’ve got a pulse and everything. But um… Well…” He let himself transform, refusing to look at any of them as he felt himself begin to hover above the floor. “I think I’m also a ghost?”

Jazz’s hand was gripping Danny’s desk like it was her only life-line. Maybe it was. This couldn’t be real. Her little brother couldn’t be… dead. Or… half dead? But there he was… floating. A ghost. A real, actual ghost. Their parents were right. Ghosts existed. And one was right in front of her. Her little brother was a ghost and she hadn’t noticed him die! She couldn’t tell if it was better or worse than the scenarios she’d imagined. She halted that thought process, deeming it unhelpful. She focused instead on her little brother, floating before her, looking the same and yet so different… he was wearing something oddly familiar… “That suit… That’s…” It wasn’t quite as she remembered seeing it when she and Danny had been dragged through lab safety - her own suit was precisely the same as her Mom’s because she’d shown no interest in physical science, preferring psychology, but Danny wanted to be an astronaut, so they’d made him a suit specially, in a style that might fit someone working on a space program. But it was flipped now, like his hair was… Finally, her brain processed the first part of what Danny had said in such a rush. I turned on the portal while I was inside. He’d put on the suit, he’d listened to their safety instructions and taken them on board and this had still happened. “Oh Danny…”

“For a dead guy, you’re looking pretty good.” Tucker murmured, but his usual mirth missing from his voice, and the attempted joke ended up sounding far worse than it had in his mind.

“Oh my god, Tucker, what the hell?” Sam turned to him with an incredulous look on her face, but there was a release in the statement, and it released the tension from her frame.

And Danny laughed. His smile only briefly touched his eyes, but it was enough to finally break the tension that had settled over the room. He was okay. He was here. And he’d told them. This was a lot to take in, and Jazz would make sure they all processed it in the proper, healthy ways. But for now… As the three of them stood and pulled Danny back down to the floor and wrapped him up in their arms, they were at least happy that he wasn’t hiding it from them anymore. They could help now.

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AN: I don’t even know if this is any good... It ended up a bit rushed in the hopes of getting it actually posted today. I don’t think I’ll be keeping up any kind of momentum tbh XD

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A complete, very long list of all GBoard-combinable emojis because I can't find one anywhere.

Ok so for those who haven't seen my stuff (or have only seen my Bionicle posts), I sometimes emoji mashup redraws, with the recent fourth one using GBoard-based fusions. Frustratingly, there's no actual list of fusion-compatible emojis, so I'll attempt to compile them, in a list below the "Read More" thing:

Green/▢ = compatible with fusion Blue/△ = only works with certain emojis Red/◯ = not compatible with fusion

Also, since other people's terms for specific emojis might not match up with mine, I recommend using CTRL+F and then doing this to find the specific emoji you're looking for. This list is in the order presented in GBoard's Emoji menu. Some of them will be generic unicode symbols, I don't know how to change that, sorry for the inconvenience. Also, I won't aknowledge multi-category Emoji.

Smileys and Emoticons

😀Open-mouthed smile▢

😃Wide-eyed smile▢

😄Closed-eyed smile▢

😁Closed-eyed grin▢

😆Laughing▢

😅Sweating smile▢

😂Cry-laughing▢

🤣Cry-ROFLing▢

😭Crying▢

😗Kissing▢

😙Kissing, closed eyes▢

😚Kissing, blushing▢

😘Kissing, winking w/ heart▢

🥰Surrounded by hearts▢

😍Heart-eyes▢

🤩Star-eyes▢

🥳Noisemaker and party-hat▢

🤗Hugging▢

🙃Upside-down▢

🙂Smile▢

☺Blushing, smiling▢

😊Blushing▢

😏Looking off to the side▢

😌Relieved▢

😉Winking▢

🤭Hand over mouth▢

😶Nightmare fuel Mouthless▢

😐Neutral▢

😑-_-▢

😔Pensive▢

😋Licking lips▢

😛Tongue out▢

😝Tongue out, eyes closed▢

😜Tongue out, winking▢

🤪Tongue out, wide-eyed▢

🤔Hmmm▢

🤨Suspicious▢

🧐Monocle▢

🙄Rolling eyes▢

😒Unamused▢

😤Snorting▢

😠Angry▢

😡Angry, red▢

🤬Swearing▢

☹Frown▢

🙁Frown but less▢

😕Confused▢

😟Distraught▢

🥺Pleading▢

😳AWOOGA Flushed▢

😬Yikes▢

🤐Zip▢

🤫Shushing▢

😰Distraught, sweating▢

😧Distraught, shocked▢

😦Distraught, neutral▢

😮Open mouth▢

😯Open mouth, surprised▢

😲Shocked▢

😱Horrified▢

🤯Your head asplode Mind blown▢

😢Crying, single tear▢

😥Crying, less sad▢

😓Sweating▢

😞Dissapointed▢

😖Pained▢

😣Persevering▢

😩Weary▢

😫Tired▢

🤤Drooling▢

😴Sleeping▢

😪Sleeping but different?▢

🌛Left-facing moon▢

🌜Right-facing moon▢

🌚New moon face◯

🌝Full moon face◯

🌞The sun▢

🤢Queasy▢

🤮Vomiting▢

🤧Sneezing▢

🤒Unwell▢

🤕Bandaged▢

🥴Drunk▢

😵Dizzy▢

🥵Hot▢

🥶Cold▢

😷Masked up▢

😇Angel▢

🤠yee haw▢

🤑Money-tongue▢

😎Cool▢

🤓Nerd▢

🤥Lying▢

🤡Clown▢

👻Ghost▢

💩Poop▢

👽Ayy lmao Alien▢

🤖Robot▢

🎃Jack-o-Lantern▢

😈Demon 1▢

👿Demon 2▢

👹Oni◯

👺Tengu◯

☠Skull and crossbones▢

🔥Fire▢

💫Star with trail▢

⭐Star▢

🌟Star with bits▢

✨Stars▢

⚡Lightning◯

💥Explosion◯

💯100△

💢Anime anger symbol◯

💨Steam▢

💦Sweat Droplets▢

💤Zzz▢

🕳Hole▢

🎉Party popper▢

🎊Confetti ball▢

😺😸😹😻😼😽🙀😿😾Literally all the "cat in different emotions" emojis▢

❤🧡💛💚💙💜🖤Literally all the coloured hearts△

♥Heart suit▢

💘Heart with arrow▢

💝Heart with ribbon▢

💖Shiny heart▢

💗Growing heart▢

💓Beating heart▢

💞Swirling hearts▢

💕Two hearts▢

💌Love letter▢

💟Heart in square▢

❣Heart exclamation mark▢

💔Broken heart▢

💋Kiss▢

👥Two silhouettes◯

👤Silhouette◯

🗣Talking silhouette◯

👣Footprints◯

🧠Brain◯

🦠Microbe▢

🦷Tooth◯

🦴Bone◯

💀Skull▢

👀Eyes◯

👁Eye▢

👄Lips◯

👅Tongue◯

👃👂🦶🦵💪👍👎👏🙌👐Every other body part and hand gesture, seriously this isn't even all of them◯

People

Seriously, I don't know why none of the people-category emojis are Fusion-compatible. Let's just move on.◯

Animals and Nature

💐Bunch of flowers▢

🌹Rose▢

🥀Wilted rose◯

🌷Tulip▢

🌺Hibiscus flower◯

🌸Cherry blossom▢

🏵Rosette◯

🌻Sunflower◯

🌼Daisy▢

💮White flower◯

🍂Falling leaves◯

🍁Maple leaf◯

🌾Rice plants◯

🌱Seedling◯

🌿Herb◯

🍃Falling leaves again◯

☘3-leaf clover◯

🍀4-leaf clover◯

🌵Cactus▢

🌴Palm tree◯

🌳Deciduous tree◯

🌲Coniferous tree▢

🏞National park◯

⛰Mountain◯

🌊Wave◯

🌬Wind◯

🌀Tornado symbol◯

🌁Foggy scene◯

🌫Fog▢

🌪Tornado▢

☃Snowman (with snow)▢

⛄Snowman (without snow)▢

❄Snowflake

🏔Mountain with snow◯

🌡Thermometer◯

🌋Volcano◯

🏜Desert◯

🏝Desert island◯

🏖Beach◯

🌅Sunrise/set (water)◯

🌄Sunrise/set (mountains)◯

☀Sun▢

🌤Sun with cloud◯

⛅Sun and cloud◯

🌥Cloud with sun◯

🌦Sun and cloud with rain◯

☁Cloud▢

🌨Snowcloud◯

⛈Stormcloud◯

🌩Thundercloud◯

🌧Raincloud◯

💧Drop◯

☔Umbrella with rain◯

🌈Rainbow▢

✨Sparkles▢

🌙Crescent Moon◯

☄Comet◯

🌠Shooting star▢

🌌Milky Way◯

🌉Bridge◯

🌆City in the evening▢

🌃City at night▢

🌍🌏🌎Earth▢

🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘The moon◯

🙈🙉🙊🐵Monkeys, wise or not▢

🦁Lion face▢

🐯Tiger face◯

🐱Cat face▢

🐶Dog face◯

🐺Wolf face◯

🐻Bear face▢

🐨Koala face▢

🐼Panda face▢

🐹Hamster face◯

🐭Mouse face◯

🐰Rabbit face▢

🦊Fox face◯

🦝Raccoon face◯

🐮Cow face◯

🐷Pig face▢

🐽Pig nose▢

🐗Boar head◯

🦓Zebra head◯

🦄Unicorn head▢

🐴Horse head◯

🐸Frog face◯

🐲Dragon head◯

🦎Lizard◯

🐉Dragon◯

🦖T-Rex◯

🦕Diplodocus◯

🐢Turtle▢

🐊Crocodile◯

🐍Snake◯

🐁Mouse▢

🐀Rat◯

🐇Rabbit▢

🐈Cat▢

🐩Poodle◯

🐕Dog◯

🐅Tiger◯

🐆Leopard◯

🐎Horse◯

🐖Pig▢

🐄Cow◯

🐂Bull◯

🐃Water buffalo◯

🐏Ram◯

🐑Sheep◯

🐐Goat▢

🦌Deer▢

🦙Llama▢

🦘Kangaroo◯

🐘Elephant◯

🦏Rhinoceros◯

🦛Hippopotamus◯

🦒Giraffe◯

🐒Monkey▢

🦍Gorilla◯

🐪🐫Camels◯

🐿Squirrel (why does the squirrel of all things have a Unicode symbol?)◯

🦡Badger◯

🦔Hedgehog▢

🦇Bat▢

🐓Cockerel/rooster◯

🐔Chicken◯

🐣🐥🐤Chicks◯

🐦Bird▢

🦉Owl▢

🦅Eagle◯

🦜Parrot◯

🕊Dove◯

🦢Swan◯

🦚Peacock◯

🦃Turkey◯

🦆Duck◯

🐧Penguin◯

🦈Shark◯

🐬Dolphin◯

🐋🐳Whales◯

🐟Fish▢

🐠Tropical fish◯

🐡Pufferfish◯

🦐Prawn◯

🦞Lobster◯

🦀Crab◯

🦑Squid◯

🐙Octopus▢

🦂Scorpion▢

🕷Spider▢

🕸Spiderweb◯

🐚Shell◯

🐌Snail▢

🐜Ant◯

🦗Grasshopper◯

🦟Mosquito◯

🐝Bee▢

🐞Ladybird◯

🦋Butterfly◯

🐛"Bug" yeah sure ok◯

🐾Pawprints◯

Food and Drink

🍓Strawberry▢

🍒Cherry◯

🍎Red apple◯

🍉Watermelon◯

🍑Peach◯

🍊Orange◯

🥭Mango◯

🍍Pineapple▢

🍌Banana◯

🍋Lemon▢

🍈Melon◯

🍏Green apple◯

🍐Pear◯

🥝Kiwi◯

🍇Grapes◯

🥥Coconut◯

🍅Tomato◯

🌶Chili▢

🍄Mushroom◯

🥕Carrot◯

🍠Sweet potato◯

🌽Corn◯

🥦Broccoli◯

🥒Cucumber◯

🥬Lettuce◯

🥑Avocado▢

🍆Aubergine◯

🥔Potato◯

🌰Nut◯

🥜Peanuts◯

🍞Bread▢

🥐Croissant◯

🥖Baguette▢

🥯Bagel◯

🥞Pancakes◯

🍳Frying pan◯

🥚Egg (somehow)◯

🧀Cheese▢

🥓Bacon◯

🥩Meat◯

🍗Chicken leg◯

🍖Anime meat◯

🍔Burger◯

🌭Hotdog▢

🥪Sandwich◯

🥨Pretzel◯

🍟Chips◯

🍕Pizza◯

🌮Taco◯

🌯Wrap◯

🥙Stuffed flatbread◯

🥘Paella◯

🍝Spaghetti◯

🥫Can◯

🥣Bowl◯

🥗Salad◯

🍲Pot of food◯

🍛Curry◯

🍜Noodles◯

🍣Sushi◯

🍤Fried prawn◯

🥡Takeaway container◯

🍚Cooked rice◯

🍱Bento◯

🥟Dumpling◯

🍢Oden◯

🍙Jelly Donut Rice ball◯

🍘Rice cracker◯

🍥Fishcake◯

🍡Dango◯

🥠Fortune cookie◯

🥮Moon cake◯

🍧Shave ice◯

🍨Ice cream◯

🍦See above◯

🥧Pie◯

🍰Cake slice◯

🍮Custard mate what kinda custard have you been eating, this is clearly a créme caramel◯

🎂Birthday cake▢

🧁Cupcake▢

🍭Lollipop◯

🍬Boiled sweet◯

🍫Chocolate◯

🍩Donut◯

🍪Cookie◯

🍯Honey◯

🧂Salt◯

🍿Popcorn◯

🥤Soft drink◯

🥛Milk◯

🍼Baby bottle◯

🍵Green tea◯

☕Coffee▢

🍺Beer◯

🍻Beers, plural◯

🥂Champagne glasses◯

🍾Champagne◯

🍷Red red wine◯

🥃Whiskey◯

🍸Martini◯

🍹Cocktail◯

🍶Sake◯

🥢Chopsticks◯

🍴Knife and fork▢

🥄Spoon◯

🔪Kitchen knife◯

🍽Plate▢

Travel and Places

🛑🎡Everything from the stop sign to Ferris wheel◯

🎠Merry-go-round horse▢

🎪🏕Everything from circus tent to campsite◯

🌇City at sunset yes I'm surprised as you are▢

🛤Train tracks◯

🛣Road◯

🗺Map◯

🗾Japan is an island by the sea filled with volcanoes and it's beautifuul!◯

🌐Globe with meridian lines▢

💺Plane seat◯

🧳Luggage◯

Activities and Events

🎈Balloon▢

🎀Bow◯

🎁Present◯

🎇Sparkler◯

🎆Fireworks◯

🧨Dynamite Firecracker◯

🧧Red envelope◯

🎐Wind chime◯

🎏Fish streamers◯

🎎Japanese dolls (that's what the emoji's called, don't @ me with the actual name for them)◯

🎑Moon viewing ceremony◯

🎍Pine decoration◯

🎋Tanabata◯

🎄Christmas tree▢

🎗Ribbon△

🥇🥈🥉🏅🎖Medals◯

🏆Trophy◯

📣Megaphone◯

🥅Goal◯

⚽⚾🥎🏀🏐🏈🏉🎾🏸🥍🏏🏑🏒SPORTS◯

🥌Curling stone◯

🛷Rosebud Sled◯

🎿Ski◯

⛸Skate◯

⛳Golf-hole◯

🎯Target◯

🏹Bow◯

🥏Frisbee◯

🎣Fishing rod▢

🎽Running shirt◯

🥋Martial arts uniform◯

🥊Boxing glove◯

🎱8-ball◯

🏓Ping-pong◯

🎳Bowling◯

♟Chess◯

🧩Puzzle piece◯

🎮Controller◯

🕹Joystick◯

👾Videogame alien◯

🔫Gun◯

🎲Dice◯

🎰Slot machine◯

🎴Flower playing card◯

🀄Mahjong tile◯

🃏Joker◯

🎩Top hat◯

📷📸Camera◯

🖼Painting◯

🖌Paintbrush◯

🖍Crayon◯

🧵String◯

🧶Wool◯

🎼🎵🎶Music▢

🎷🎺🎸🎻🥁Instruments◯

🎤Mic◯

🎧Headphones▢

🎚🎛🎙📻Assorted audio stuff◯

📺TV◯

📼VHS◯

📹Camcorder◯

📽Projector◯

🎥Film camera◯

🎞Film◯

🎬Clapperboard◯

🎭Comedy and tragedy masks◯

🎫🎟Tickets◯

Objects

📱🧻Everything from smartphone to toilet roll◯

🧸Teddy bear▢

🧷🧢Everything from safety pin to baseball cap◯

👑Crown▢

🎒💍Everything from backpack to ring◯

💎Diamond▢

💄👓Everything from lipstick to glasses◯

🕶Sunglasses▢

🥽📁Everything from goggles to folder◯

🕶Newspaper▢

🗞🔎Everything from rolled-up newspaper to right-pointing magnifying glass◯

🔮Crystal ball▢

🧿🔓Everything from Nazar amulet to open lock◯

Symbols

There are no compatible non-repeated Emoji here.◯

Flags

Aaaaand none here either.◯

Feel free to let me know if I got anything wrong.

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FEATURE: 7 Anime-Inspired Burgers Of The Day Bob Belcher Could Add To The Menu

  Bob Belcher and his family have finally made it to the big screen, and what could go better with a family-friendly movie than family-friendly food fare? If you’re not ordering a juicy burger to nosh on while watching The Bob’s Burgers Movie, you’re doing it wrong.

  Bob, of course, is known for his burger of the day — a special burger with unique ingredients and a pun-based name. And so many are total hits, like the “Pepper Don’t Preach” and “Last of the Mo-Jicama.”

  Naturally, this leads to the question: What if Bob based his burger of the day on different anime? Keep reading to find out, but just a warning: you may get hungry.

  The Bourbon & Buu Burger - Dragon Ball Super

    If there’s one thing the Belcher kids love, it’s Halloween. If there are two things, they're Halloween and fantastical stories in which heroes come in the clutch to save the world. The Bourbon & Buu Burger combines both of these things with one of anime’s biggest villains, and, well, ghosts.

  It’s made of a mix of bison and ox meat stuffed with Buu cheese (bleu cheese), topped with bourbon-glazed bacon, and crunchy Piccolos (pickles). The buns are buttered and lightly toasted in a pan to add additional flavor. The finishing touch? A napkin with two eyeholes cut out, carefully draped over the top.

  The Double Deku Burger - My Hero Academia

    With great power (and glasses) comes great responsibility. Heroes give their whole selves to those in need. Flying through the clouds, doing helpful things or, you know, finding kitchen stuff. Why not celebrate their hard work with a super special burger? This one features not one, but two beef patties with lettuce, tomatoes, red onions and Bob’s house-made Kacchan Ketchup!

  Served with an icy cold beverage and hot fries, what a refreshing clash! This burger is so good y’all might have to go back for more. Maybe Bob can even get his own personal hero, Torpedo Jones, to say he likes it!

  RELATED: Cooking With Anime - Giant Burger And Fries From "ACCA: 13-Territory Inspection Dept."

  The Turkey Club Sandwich - Ouran High School Host Club

    Listen, if Bob Belcher were ever going to make a burger that didn’t include some kind of red meat, it would be turkey. The man loves his Thanksgiving dinners, so pass the cranberry sauce, we’re havin’ mashed potatoes!

  This one features a fried turkey breast with lettuce, a delicate tomato bacon jam, ranch dressing, and toasted bread cut into four with no crusts. And don’t worry, the turkey can easily be swapped out for chicken every other day of the year. The perfect burger for a smart, and strong woman who’s definitely old enough to sit at the adults’ table.

  The Spicy Dattemayo Burger - Naruto/BORUTO: NARUTO NEXT GENERATIONS

  Leftover from Bob’s foray into the food truck industry, this delightfully weird concoction starts with a 6oz wagyu (Hokwagyu? Is that anything?) patty stuffed with habanero pimento cheese and chopped up naruto. This is topped with spicy mustard aioli, crispy kale, and two Ichiraku ramen buns. Is it a little strange? Sure. Too spicy? Maybe. But is it good? You better BELIEVE IT!

RELATED: Does Boruto Eat More Burgers Than Naruto Eats Ramen?

  The Meatball Head - Sailor Moon  

Image via Toei Animation

  Don’t ever say Bob is a one-note chef. He can take a simple bowl of ground meat and transform it into anything, whether it be a patty or a … ball. This burger comes with a large meatball made with a blend of beef and pork, glazed in a teriyaki sauce, topped with wilted bok choy, and crystallized ginger on a sesame seed bun.

  Not only is Bob versatile, but this sandwich is also. It can be served anywhere from a school cafeteria to a formal event. Tuxedo mask optional.

The Blue-Finned Elephant Tunami Burger - One Piece

    No way would Bob even allow tuna to be served in his restaurant! This burger features a sea salt and pink peppercorn crusted tuna patty topped with a chutney of grilled devil fruits, one piece of cheese, and sprinkles of gold leaf. But you’ll have to be quick — this limited-edition burger is only available until Bob finds his way out of the wall.

  It’d be great to pack along for a ride in Teddy’s boat. Just a regular boat ride, not a murderous one.  Results may vary from consuming devil fruits.

  RELATED: This Surprising Technique Can Help You Achieve The Perfect WdDonald's Burger

  Don’t Burn The ‘Wich - BURN THE WITCH

    Can vegan food be good? Witch, Please! This vegan burger is so good, that you’ll think it was magic enough to take on a powerful witch like Mr. Ambrose. It’s a black bean patty blended with mushrooms and carrots. It is then topped with caramelized onions, sunflower seeds for crunch, and dragonfruit ketchup.

  What would possess Bob to serve vegan burgers? Especially after the debacle that was sweet potato fries? Maybe he’s just looking out for his not-friend Teddy’s heart. Aww.

  Does this menu of anime-pun-based burgers have you starving? Which one will you be ordering up? Let us know in the comments below!

    By: Yali Perez

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Some things you can do politically:

WRITE A (polite!) LETTER TO YOUR MEMBERS OF CONGRESS. They genuinely sit up and pay attention to handwritten messages.

Phone 'em. Fax 'em. Be polite, but tie up their phones with your concerns.

YES, EVEN THE DEMOCRAT ONES. Too many of those folks are crumpling under the assault.

Consider writing a POLITE letter to the SCOTUS outlining your genuine concerns. Don't rant, but talk about your Constitutional Rights being violated. Maybe they won't do anything, but it'll be on the record that You Do Not LIke What Is Happening.

Closer to home:

Remember how the Citrus cephalocoprolii ordered the Army Corps of Engineers to dump two reservoirs' worth of water out of California? California, which grows 14% of the US food supply?

Grow a veggie garden. You don't need a yard, you just need a windowsill or a balcony/porch that gets some sunlight.

Get some pots and put some dirt and some seeds in them. You can literally get plastic tubs / storage bins from a thrift shop and put some holes in the sides near the bottom, fill them with dirt, and use that.

You can also use a bag of potting soil (don't use MiracleGro as it wrecks seedlings; use it only for mature plants), and follow the directions from this blog: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/18kjBF6bUR/ and then https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1GosUmGo5L/ (They will have more posts later on as we get closer to spring. Whidbey Island is north northwest of Seattle, so it's a maritime climate, our winters are milder than most other places this far north, but you can adjust your growing times & needs for your local conditions.)

If nothing else, get some dirt in some plastic tubs, buckets, whatever, and get some baby potatoes from the grocery store. Put them in the dirt, cover 'em by a few inches, and water it regularly but not heavily. For every baby potato you plant, you can get 5+ potatoes in return by the end of the growing season.

Harvest when the above-ground plants wilt, then store them in paper sacks for about a week in a cool dark place so they can toughen up for storage, and store in a humid, cool, dark location. Avoid sunlight as that causes the skins to go greenish, and the skins are where a lot of vitamins & micronutrients are stored.

Radishes are a quick crop to grow, and their green leaves can be eaten. (Some kinds are a little fuzzy, but they can be eaten raw or cooked, and can be quite tasty.) Carrots need deeper soil and a much longer growing time. But while they take a lot longer to grow, their greens, too, can be eaten. Lettuces are also quick if you get the leaf-kind, and once they get big enough, just "graze" every few days enough for a salad to help keep you healthy. You can also plant successive crops, like, a row of radishes and leaf lettuces alternating every week. (The last thing you want is to have too many ready to be eaten all at once, so it's wiser to plant in small amounts at intervals.)

You're going to need to be healthier than you are now, just to survive all this flying fecal matter, so make sure you take care of yourselves, folks.

Do. Something.

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The rocky seeps, springs, and gurgling brooks of Appalachia’s mountains are home to a perennial herb much sought after for its edible leaves, which have long been foraged by mountain folk for spring greens while their gardens are still bare. Brook lettuce (Micranthes micranthidifolia), also known as branch lettuce, mountain lettuce, and lettuce-leaf saxifrage, is a spectacular, clumping member of the saxifrage family whose long, coarsely-toothed basal leaves have a sharp, somewhat bitter flavor - perfect in a fresh salad or wilted with a little vinegar and oil. For me, however, brook lettuce is better left undisturbed in its natural setting, where its massed, intensely-green foliage leaves a lasting impression. This moisture-loving plant blooms around here in mid-May, producing sprays of delicate white flowers from multiple stems branching off a central, hairy stalk. A  true Appalachian endemic, brook lettuce figures prominently in the region’s cuisine and cultural traditions - one hopes the trendy restaurants on the eastern seaboard don’t discover it any time soon and send it into decline along with ramp. The photos above were taken at the Falls of Hills Creek Scenic Area along the Highland Scenic Highway.