#postcards from leah

[apollosfavkiddo]

⛧° sleepy nights - hoo boys

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content: percy jackson, jason grace, leo valdez, frank zhang, luke castellan, charles beckendorf x reader - hcs on how they’d sleep with you

warnings: luke and charlie are 19

a/n: SHE’S BAAAACKK!! i’m finally not sick anymore (very questionable, but i’m definitely better) so i’m back to writing! at least i hope so. you can send your requests, preferably of not so long stuff cause i already have 5 super long drafts lol

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now playing… sweater weather - the neighborhood

Percy Jackson

i honestly believe that he’s an awesome cuddler.

like, i just know that he likes to be the big spoon and wrap his arms around your waist and never EVER let go.

he’d totally lay his head on your shoulder and drool on it.

he plants a lot of tiny little kisses in your neck before you fall asleep.

i like to believe that he snores

but not like super loud snores and they’re not even annoying

its just super cute

and you feel so safe

he’s not super ripped, but he still has abs

so just leaning against them, warm in the night is just so soothing

he sleeps in two positions only, cuddling with you or as a starfish, with legs and arms thrown all over you and the bed

his body is naturally warm

not an uncommon warm, just normal warm

so sleeping with him is always good

whenever you sleep with him, he doesn’t want to get up to school/college the next day

he’s just too comfy to want to let go of you

and, subconsciously, he likes to trace patterns all over the exposed skin of your stomach

overall, a great person to sleep with

Jason Grace

my personal favorite for, uh, unrelated reasons

totally not because he’s literally my dream man no no

but hear me out, you won’t regret it

he’s canonically tall and muscular right

so just imagine resting against his delicious muscular chest and abs-

sorry i trailed off

ANYWAYS

he’s also a cuddler

but he’s kind of stiff in the beginning

like he’s completely touch starved

so he doesn’t really know how to act in situations like this

but the more you’re together the more he feels comfortable to cuddle and squeeze you

he loves to just pull you as close to himself as he can and bury his nose on your hair

because you just smell to good to not do that

he’s also a sweet talker

he just LOVES to whisper cute words in your ear as you’re about to fall asleep

and the first time he told you he loved you was one of these times

you were almost falling asleep in his arms and he just whispered “i love you”

you couldn’t even understand what happened until the next morning

anyways

he is the best person to sleep with

he absolutely loves when you just curl up in a ball beside him while he’s reading

he gets all fuzzy inside

he’s literally melting

he just loves you too much

Leo Valdez

look, don’t get me wrong, i love leo

but i don’t think he’d be the best cuddler in the world

for the simple reason that i think so

if u don’t like it just sush

BUT he absolutely loves to sleep on top of you with his head in your chest

i just know it

this is like super Leo Valdez of him

and you can’t tell me he doesn’t purr when you caress his hair

cause OF COURSE he does that

he’s the best person to sleep with in winter and fall, cause he keeps you warm and happy

but in the summer… not as good, i’ll have to admit

like, he’s too hot

in both senses of the word

so you just get overheated

not that you’re really complaining tho

it’s worth it

oh, and he LOVES to whisper words in spanish in your ear before sleep

if you can’t speak spanish, he’ll say… not so innocent things

our latino king fr fr

and if you can speak spanish he’ll just say how much you smell good or how pretty you are or how much he loves you-

not a cuddler, but a very good person to sleep with anyways

Frank Zhang

he’s tall and muscular

what more can i ask for my personal pillow?

oh, being a lowkey GENTLEMAN with every living being he interacts with

ok maybe that was a little bit out of context

but whatever

back to sleeping with him

if you want a best human pillow, you won’t find it

especially cause charlie died so-

i’m deeply sorry for that. not really.

he loves loves LOVES when you lay on top of him

it’s his favorite position ever

and he also loves when he can hold you

but not literally cuddle

just you laying with him, curled up against his chest but with your face to him, y’know?

i don’t know if it makes much sense

anyways

he likes to braid your hair while you’re falling asleep for you to sleep better

hazel taught him and he absolutely loves to do it in you

in the beginning of the relationship, you usually went to sleep with a dog or a cat

he was too nervous, okay? leave him alone

well, he got over it, thanks to you obviously

but sometimes he still sleeps as a dog

especially if you ask him to do it

he’ll be like “sure, if you want if” but deep down he loves it

it’s just too sooting for him when you curl up against him as a dog and pet his fur

its one of his favorite ways to sleep with you

Luke Castellan

oh, luke

i’ll never admit the uncommonly enormous crush i have on you

he’s just too hot

also i have a thing for blondes (hey jason and annabeth and a lot of other peopleee)

well, enough of me, let’s talk about this walking piece of MEAT

hehehe

he love love loves to sleep cuddled up with you

like, it’s his favorite thing in the world

the only problem (if you consider it a problem. i personally don’t) it’s because he has to sleep holding at least one of your tits

he says it makes him sleep better

technically it does, because his hands are cold and your boobs are warm

but it’s mostly because he really likes ‘em

he’s not gonna tell you that, tho

he loves when you lay on top of him and lets him caress your hair

bros seriously whipped

he’d be damned if you told him you want to sleep alone

he’ll literally become a whiny baby until you surrender

and if you don’t, the next morning he’ll be so grumpy

but that’s obviously until you give him a kiss

if the kiss doesn’t fix, another thing will

cuddles, duh

dirty mind

if you like to wake up early for morning walks, he’ll wake up and watch you get ready

but most likely never join you

Charles Beckendorf

best human pillow EVER

only god knows how much envy i felt from silena for real

he loves cuddling ofc

but it’s not his favorite way of sleeping

he’d rather much more hold you against his chest, arms and legs interlocked

because in that way he can hug, admire and kiss you anytime he wants to

i don’t know if this position makes sense help-

he loves to caress your hair and kiss your head in the process

it’s soothing for him and he knows it’s soothing for you

whenever he comes back from bunker nine super exhausted he just lays down and you hop beside him

and it’s heaven in his eyes

sometimes when things go wrong in a project he's working on he goes straight to your cabin and just stares at you

biggest puppy eyes in the world by the way

he just stares in a way like "please let me sleep here"

and who are you to say no am i right

he LOVES to snuzzle his face in your neck and breath in your scent

he just loves the way you smell

it's just too good to be true

can't take my eyes off of you

sorry i love 10 things i hate about you too much

your smell is one of his favorite things in the whole world

he's just so in love is sickening to anyone who's watching

anyways, cutie pie

a/n pt2: i'm sorry if charlie is short, but im too annoyed right now. i had to rewrite this shit five times because TUMBLR COULDNT SAVE THE FUCKING DRAFT HOLY SHIT- anyways hope u liked

[leahs-northernthoughts]

⛧° We’re bound to make it happen, aren’t we?

Leah. she/her. 19. this is just my fic rec blog, gotta support other writers and recommend good fics to you guys too!

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Someone else uploaded this before me but for whatever reason, their post was marked as explicit content. These are storyboard panels from the episode "Postcards from the Eds", drawn by Leah Waldron.

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my wo(rd)so masterlist

> All these people think love’s for show / but I would die for you in secret (Leah Williamson x Reader) About when she’s got a smile and you got impatient

> now playing: universe (Alexia Putellas x Reader) track 1: Everything to Everyone (Intro) track 2: In The Kitchen track 3: Colorado track 4: Don’t Tell My Mom track 5: What Can I Do track 6: Too Well track 7: Moon

> Darling heart, I loved you from the start (Alexia Putellas x Reader) About when she got her introduction and you got a dog’s toy thrown at you

my e(w)dit

> postcard sent at midnight from: Midnights (2022) by singer-songwriter-internationalsuperstar Taylor Swift to: postcards ideas by me, hi! i’m the problem for: you all, my dears older souls postcard #1 - Lavander Haze postcard #2 - Maroon postcard #3 - Anti-Hero postcard #4 - Snow On The Beach postcard #5 - You’re On Your Own, Kid postcard #6 - Midnight Rain postcard #7 - Question…? postcard #8 - Vigilante Shit postcard #9 - Bejeweled postcard #10 - Labyrinth postcard #11 - Karma postcard #12 - Sweet Nothing postcard #13 - Mastermind

> “Don’t look back – the past is exactly where it belongs” Inspired by new posters and old ideas

> “ohmygod, she’s insane” An not-old-but-classic-comic-inspired version of ma'am Scarlet Witch in Multiverse of Madness

> play stupid games > play stupid games (spidey edition) cards games are fun

[llittletingoddess]

WHERE THE WILD ROSES GROW 🥀

«When the night comes, the stars begin to shine and the greatest crimes begin to come into life»

part 2 of multiply

°•○ warnings: age gap, slow burn, original character, cursing, smoking, drinking, mentions of death, mentions of murder, mentions of abduction, manipulation, abuse, national hate, politics mention, discrimination

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II. Too Far Gone?

Moscow, Russia

Leah sat in the dark room, watching her boss playing with papers. What was interesting in lots of documents? She always thought it was pretty boring, like bureaucracy at all. Why do they need to make everything way more complicated than it actually was? Instead of just giving an answer, your application should’ve been passed through at least three different departments. She stared at the grey-haired man signing some papers, stamping others - and giving not a single word about what he wanted from her.

“Konstantin”, Leah finally went out of her patience, kicking his table with her boot to make him pay attention to her. “Ya zhe znayu, zachem ya zdes'. Zachem ty tyanesh vremya? (I know why I'm here. Why are you wasting time?)”, she asked him with a cold tone, looking under her brows. She was a beast in a cage and he knew it. He always made her wait. Konstantin Vasiliev was too much into his friends and money than in the people who did the dirty work. Especially that stubborn American that thought she was special. Pathetic little bitch that was getting too good and too dangerous. Konstantin looked at Leah under his brows and sighed loudly, his facial expression showing all the contempt he had for her. Even if she would support everything russian and speak their language - they would still treat her like an American - an enemy, Pentagon’s spy and obviously connected to LGBTQ+. 

He left one more sign on the papers and leaned on his chair, crossing his arms and looking at Leah. “Ya ne obyazan otchytivatsya pered toboy, Leah. Tvoya zadacha - ubivat', a ne vmeshivatsya v dela tvoey kormyashchey ruki (I don't have to answer to you, Leah. Your task is to kill, not to interfere with the affairs of your feeding hand.)”, he said with a husky voice and reached for his table to take a pack of surprisingly cheap cigarettes for such a rich man - old-fashioned Soviet “Prima” in a red box. He lit it up with a way more expensive lighter - probably a gift - and leaned back on his squeaky chair, smirking to his guest. Leah hated him… she should have been obedient to a man with Soviet standards and a heavy hand. 

“The Wild Rose..”, Konstantin chuckled. He did this all the time he saw Leah in his cabinet. She didn’t understand what was so funny about her nickname. Truthfully, she loved it - it perfectly described her. Bennett was loved by her soft appearance but she has thorns that could kill someone who will reach too close. That’s why she never had a real lover. She was afraid that she would hurt her loved one with skeletons in her closet and preferred to stay alone, never letting her feelings be victorious. “It’s time”, Konstantin continued, placing a Los Angeles postcard on his desk. 

Leah gasped, looking at the colourful postcard of the west coast view. She can finally go home.. Breathe the salty air and see smiling people everywhere. She sighed in relief, pulling the postcard closer with her finger and turned it, looking for hints. In the right corner she saw a logo which made her hum. “Blackened LTD..”, she hummed, thinking what it could mean for her. Would the victim be some big boss or she’d need to destroy this business? 

“My bosses want you to kill the president of this company”, Konstantin said with a strong russian accent, lazily smoking his cigarette. He didn’t care how she would do it at all. “His name is James Hetfield and he decided to play some tricks with us. But you will show him that he better not mess with russians”, Konstantin continued, getting up from his seat. He slowly walked around Leah, watching her looking at the postcard and grabbed her neck, slightly choking her. “And it affects you too. If you’ll try to do something against the plan you will be dead with him, american bitch”, he said with a harsh voice, letting Leah’s neck off. 

Bennett coughed, rubbing her neck and stared at Konstantin with contempt. He’s not even her main boss and he hated her so much, then what The chain thought about her? If only she could’ve done something against them.. But what could she do? They stole everything from her to use her like a puppet - her documents, her life, her whole personality and they didn’t plan to stop. Leah travelled on her missions with a fake ID, each time it was different, but she couldn’t live like that. She didn’t want to have someone’s name or life, she wanted to be herself, she needed to be herself. 

Konstantin hummed in her silence, exhaling a big cloud of smoke with a smell of cheap tobacco before he sat back on his seat. “You won’t even say a word?”, he asked curiously, staring at Leah. She sighed, turning the postcard in her hands and looked at her boss with a cold look. “How much?”, she asked, laying the postcard back on Konstantine’s desk. He smirked and nodded, definitely liking Leah’s cheeky question. “Five. If you will do everything quietly and clearly they are ready to double the price. Your main task is to kill him quickly-”, “..and make everything to make tabloids think it was an accident and there is no Russia’s hand”, Bennett ended quickly instead of Vasiliev, making him chuckle. “Yes, you know everything, Leah. Do the job - and money is yours. They are believing in you, better not lose such big support on your side”, he advised her, relaxing on his chair.

Deep inside Leah knew that Konstantin didn’t care. She was just pretty useful for him and his friends, and his “advice” is nothing more than a cheap lie. After years of working under his guidance Leah learned that man. All he ever cared about was his dog, a german shepherd named Rem. He had his photo on his desk, told about his achievements and how he would kill his enemies using them. Somehow Leah found it pretty cute. “Khorosho (Alright)”, she said, taking the postcard in her bag. “When is my flight?”, she asked, watching Konstantine throwing his cigarette in the ashtray. He exhaled the smoke and sighed, coughing from the nicotine in his lungs. “Tomorrow at 4AM. You’ll get your ID in your post box”, he said emotionlessly, watching Leah get up. “You have three days for your flights and the kill, The Wild Rose”, Konstantin said with a chuckle. Bennett kept her face; Will this ever end? She sighed and nodded. “Not a big deal”, she said, walking to the door. Vasiliev held the door closed for a moment, looking at Marie with a warning look. “And don’t forget, Leah.. you’re working on Russia. Every American deserves to die, every one of them. But you’re not like this. I can guarantee Russian citizenship after this kill if you’re gonna be an obedient girl”, he said seriously, taking his hand off the door. “Do vstrechy cherez tri dnya (See you in three days)”, Leah said reluctantly, leaving her boss’ office. She took a deep breath and sighed in relief, a short smile appearing on her face. It was her chance.. One last chance to break her chains and escape this russian nightmare she spent years in. She will kill that stupid businessman and disappear from Russian radar, once and forever. She had enough money to buy herself a villa somewhere on the quiet island, far away from criminal’s eyes and start to live her life like she always wanted to. She would probably change her name, appearance and body to make everyone forget about her existence. She will never be Leah Bennett anymore.. Leah Bennett will die as a stray dog in three days and someone new will be born instead.

She walked out of the office that was hidden in the mall and sighed. Leah was so excited.. Definitely not an option that she will miss.. She put on her headphones, turned on her favourite heavy metal album and hid her smile, walking out from the building. Russians didn’t like your smile. If you’re smiling it means that you’re most likely a psychopath or under the drugs, and society will bully you easily. Bennett switched her looks with an attractive guy in the crowd and put on her hood, making herself invisible in the crowd. 

Who knows what all these people think of her.. Leah was curious - was at least one suggestion right? Probably they thought she was some hipster girl from the block or some shy girl walking from her workout? Maybe a hopeless romantic or a geek? If only they would know who Leah Bennett was.. a heartless killer who murdered her parents, hid from police, had some serious net connection with the government and was a slave for some big russian men.. Leah sighed from the thought but kept her head up. It will end in a few days.. She might not end the national hate but she will save herself from being the victim of russian nationalism. She walked down to the underground tunnel and leaned onto the wall, waiting for her train to come. Life has given her an opportunity to change something and Leah wanted to squeeze everything out of it. She was too far gone and she needed to be saved.

***

Los Angeles, California

James felt himself on cloud nine when he saw all his friends celebrating him. He was so confident after his little victory when he fooled everyone in the Russian monopoly, giving free access to their people secretly. Some promotion from russian bloggers, advertisements in the popular social networks and voila - his music platform got almost ten million new followers! And thankfully, most of them bought a premium subscription. 

Of course he would’ve made it that far! Why would he do this one clean? It was obvious that he’d go another way. Business was all about the audience and this move made James get a confident and powerful position on the Russian market. He was so damn proud and he threw a party to celebrate his success. Whilst his partners read the contract -  James already made money behind their backs, smiling them to their faces and shaking their hands. 

And what surprised him the most - there was no reaction! His actions were rough and fast, so they most likely were caught by surprise. Was it bad? James didn’t think so. Instead, it was his chance to show them that Americans aren’t that dumb as they thought they were. Turns out, the real losers here were Russians who missed such a big hit in their balls. Scary Russians aren’t that scary anymore. They are dumb. Grumpy, dumb and have no critical mind to prevent such attacks on his industry. Maybe their president had, but not the ones that were responsible for the music market. 

“Congratulations, buddy, it’s a big hit! Blackened rules the whole world now!”, Lars, his fellow buddy said. He was all the way there back in time. If it wasn’t Lars James might never make it in the business. They met each other in their teenage days, when James just tried his luck in music, teaching guitar playing and just thought about having a music market. Truthfully, it was Lars who pushed him to act. James smiled, hugging him and nodded. “It is. Ten million followers from Russia, this is incredible!”, he said, being visibly surprised by the results of his cheeky campaign. He looked around, looking for his wife and sighed, watching her flirting with some guy in the crowd. And who needs love when you have money? James made his choice and for now - he wasn’t too needy in being loved. Why would he? A couple of Benjamin’s can always solve this problem. 

Lars sipped his drink, looking in the same way James did. He didn’t say a word about what he saw, giving James some space for his personal life. “And what if they will react?”, Lars asked him, watching James’ wife sitting on the lap of the guy. Hetfield hummed with a smirk. “They better think about how to get back their audience. Our conditions are too comfortable for such a poor country as Russia. We have every big star’s music catalogues, and what do they have? Some stolen songs and demos? It’s they who have problems, not us”, James said with a sassy tone, finishing his drink in one shot. Lars hummed, watching him with a judging look. Lars might be younger than James and he wasn’t such a big man like James (in all meanings), but there was something in this man that always surprised him - and that’s his ability to think two steps earlier. 

“You’re too calm”, he said seriously, asking the waiter for another shot of whiskey. James looked at him with a questionable look whilst watching for the amber-coloured drink to be poured in the glass, covering the crystal clean ice cube. Lars grabbed his glass and turned to James, staring at him. “You might think that they are fools, but look at the political situation. They don’t hesitate to kill their own people, so you think they will stop because of a wealthy man from America?”, he asked, looking at Hetfield. “No money will save you if they will decide to have their revenge, James. Think about it”, 

James hummed, looking at his buddy. Truthfully, his words made sense at some point. He sipped his drink, gently spinning it in his glass and sighed, watching his wife coming closer to them. She took off her wedding ring from her fingers and placed it in James’ glass. “Can you keep it for me please? Thank you”, she smiled, walking back to the guy she definitely enjoyed more than James’ company. He chuckled, looking at the shiny ring in his glass, taking it away and looked at Lars. “If they would have wanted to kill me, they would’ve done it ages ago. But as you see - I’m still alive, still with you all and still the owner of the biggest music heist in history”, he said with a grin, taking a cigar from his pocket to enjoy.

“But now - it makes zero sense”, James said confidently, lighting up his cigar. “First of all, this is gonna be too suspicious for them, don’t you think so? We will announce the increase of price on our stocks and then the next day they will do something with me? They are dumb, but even Russians are clever enough to avoid such suspicious actions”, James assured his buddy with a relaxing tone, enjoying how nicotine poisoned his lungs. “It’s gonna be a big scandal if they do it. We are all approaching the third World War.. and my neutralisation is gonna be one more step to the start. I bet my wife that they won’t do anything about it”, James said with a grin, watching his significant other being caressed by the guy in the crowd.

Lars frowned, definitely disliking his friend’s point of view. He shook his head, sipping his whiskey and tapped on the glass, thinking. He was sure that James wouldn't listen to him or even won’t take his words as advice, so he needed a plan B. Just in case he will be right and James’ ass will need some protection. It happened pretty rare but sometimes he needed help, though he never admitted it. James was from that type of man that would never admit their mistakes - just like it was happening with his wife on his own eyes. He watched her cheating with a stone cold look and joked that she looked better from the side. Lars didn’t understand why he acted so light-headed with important decisions, but he knew that deep inside, under this shell of a successful man James hid his feelings from the world. 

Soon James took him back to reality with his sweet chuckle, making Lars look up at him and at the direction he looked at. “What’s up?”, he asked him with a confused tone, though he definitely was curious what could make a rich man laugh. Was he drunk? Did he meet a nice chick to spend his night with? His wife wasn’t made for this anyway.. “Have you seen how much Blackened raised in price after a new wave of customers?”, he said with a grin, pointing into the screen of his phone, on the little graph with a green line that rises up incredibly high. Lars whistled, looking at the price. “Wow. Is it after Russia?”, he questioned, making James nod. “I think we need to celebrate it. Remind me to call my assistant and organise a meeting in honour of our success. Maybe in three days? Gonna be nice”, James thought with a corporate grin he used for his diplomatic meetings. He was so damn proud of himself.. Finally, after years of hard work it took a big risky step to reach the top of this monopoly game. Was he too far gone? Oh damn he was, but how good it felt to watch everyone fail in their attempts to get as high as he was. “We need to announce the new Russian department and increase the salary of that SMM guy. He did his job really well”, James said with a happy smirk, texting his assistant. 

If only he knew how wrong he was.

[chuckletons]

(originally posted by @/fishstickfiesta, reposting because it got wrongfully flagged and op was long deactivated)

Stills from the final storyboards to Postcards From the Ed (storyboarded by Leah Waldron) compared with the finished product.

[obsoleteozymandias]

Hi!! I love your match-ups. May I request one for Resident Evil, please? Maybe Stardew if that's okay too.

I'm short, chubby, heavily tattooed, rampantly bisexual, and nonbinary. Leftist. Medical lab biologist, but about to start my masters in forensic science. I love puzzles/puzzle games, reading, video games, making nature journals, and collecting postcards. I LOVE birding! I'm great in the kitchen, but not good at much else. Low self esteem and not very pretty. Severe chronic pain so some days I have a lot of trouble getting around at all. OCD + bipolar + ptsd so some days are... very difficult. I'm working through it, though. Autistic + ADHD. Big hyperfixations are bugs, sharks, bats, trains, lighthouses, astronomy, geology, paleontology, wildflowers, and lots of shows/movies/etc. Into vulture culture. Love horror movies. Jaws is my comfort film. The Shape of Water is my favorite, though (also a major monsterf*cker, oops). Star Trek: DS9 is my comfort show. Talk too much, but easily become nonverbal. Lots of bad puns and useless trivia. Will infodump about culinary history and foreign horror films. Parent to a young kid and love being a mom. Love cats. Keep tarantulas as a hobby. Don't like crowds, sunny days, hot weather, making small talk, or drinking. I wish I could travel all the time. But like. In a ghost way where i can drift around without being perceived. Also, as much as I like nature, I'm definitely NOT a fan of camping/roughing it. Tbh my idea of a good date is a rainy autumn night talking on the back porch with a blunt and Korean takeout.

Forensic science gang rise up!!!!

== Resident Evil ==>

I match you up with…

Jake Muller

This man….is so good. He’s got a rough exterior, but he’s got insides that are so soft he squishes when you hug him. 

Jake finds your choice of study very interesting. He finds the two of you like pieces of a puzzle that complete eachother: he makes the crime scenes and you investigate them. He also finds the way you can draw conclusions all from one drop of blood very cool and kinda sexy. 

He’s good with kids, even if he scares them away at first. He has a strong parental instinct over your kid, wanting to protect them and indulge them in everything he can. 

He also knows his job is dangerous, though. He’ll be hesitant to initiate anything with you until he can guarantee that you and your kid will be safe. 

Jake’s seen his fair amount of trauma. That isn’t to say he’ll completely understand yours, but he’s always a shoulder to lean on. He’ll give you gentle kisses on top of your head. He might not know what to say, but he’ll do his damndest to remind you that someone loves you. 

He’s enamored with you, to put it simply. He finds that the two of you are sides of the same coin, even if your lives are drastically different. He finds comfort in you in a way no one else can provide. 

== Stardew Valley ==>

I match you up with…

Leah 

Leah loves your passion for nature. She’s (obviously) a big fan of the world around her. She especially adores your nature books. She’ll bring you flowers to press after a day of foraging, and will watch your process with a gentle, adoring smile. 

Unrelated, I get the vibe that Leah would also adore The Shape of Water. She seems like she’d appreciate the artistry of it, but also find the monster hot. The two of you talk about this frequently. 

Leah’s more than willing to help parent if you’d let her. She’s not crazy about kids, but she’s got a particular tenderness for yours. In fact, she loves most anything that reminds you of her. 

Leah’s not as big of a horror fan as you (she’s actually quite scared of horror movies), but she’ll watch with you just to cuddle up against your arm when she gets scared.

In turn, she makes you watch a LOT of True Crime documentaries, of which she is a fan. 

Leah likes how genuine you are with your interests. If everyone in the world was as passionate and knowledgeable as you, she’d probably love the world a lot more. But in the mean time, she’s completely satisfied with loving you.

[reasoningdaily]

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Jessica B. Harris, Dawn Davis

Bahia, Brooklyn, New Orleans, Martha’s Vineyard, and Paris are the places she’s called home. Erudite, wickedly funny, and droll describe her personality. Who are we talking about?

None other than the culinary historian Jessica B. Harris, Ph.D.—founding member of the Southern Foodways Alliance, a member of Les Dames d’Escoffier, a professional society championing women in culinary fields, an award-winning journalist, podcaster, and author of over a dozen deeply researched books and too many articles to count. (If you’re looking for something that goes down like butter, check out her memoir, My Soul Looks Back, filled with tales about her adventures in New York’s Greenwich Village with friends James Baldwin and Maya Angelou.)

As the foremost expert on the foodways of the African diaspora, there’s no better (or wittier) guide to Black culinary traditions. Here, she shares with us a few of the dishes, books, and ingredients she finds essential to unpacking this long, rich, and ever-evolving history. —Dawn Davis, editor in chief

Photo by Suzi Pratt

Try the Homestyle Favorites

Chef Edouardo Jordan’s JuneBaby restaurant in Seattle is an edible praise song to the genius of African American cooks. The menu offers classic dishes like fried chicken and greens along with specials—like chitlins and Momma Jordan’s oxtails—not usually tasted outside of home kitchens.

Tour the Archives

Toni Tipton-Martin’s The Jemima Code reclaims and celebrates the heritage of Black America’s controversial “aunt” by documenting 200 years of African American cookbooks from her personal collection. Familiar figures such as Edna Lewis show up alongside unexpected personalities such as activist Bobby Seale and singer Mahalia Jackson in this must-own compendium.

Photo by Emma Fishman

Eat Like an Icon

The late New Orleans chef Leah Chase served Gumbo z’Herbes once a year on Holy Thursday. The dense green meaty gumbo is essential to the rich culinary history of the area’s Creoles de couleur. It’s still served annually at Dooky Chase’s, her iconic family restaurant.

Photo Courtesy Cuisine Noir/Ilaria Sponda

Required Reading

Two invaluable resources for those who want to deepen their knowledge: Black Culinary History and Cuisine Noir. Both websites preserve and promote the past and present contributions of chefs of color throughout the African diaspora.

For The Bucket List

The food of São Salvador da Bahia de Todos os Santos in northeastern Brazil is a linchpin between the food of western Africa and that of the Western Hemisphere. To taste a fish stew called a moqueca or nibble on an acarajé, a street food bean fritter, is to understand the connections.

Photo by Mike Lorrig

More Okra, Please

Okra, which originated on the African continent, is a love/hate vegetable. Its detractors hate the “slime” and the lovers delight in the way it thickens a soup or stew and its crunch when blanched. Get recipes, history, and gardening tips, in The Whole Okra by Chris Smith.

Photo from Vintage Postcards From the African World: In the Dignity of Their Work and the Joy of Their Play by Jessica B Harris,, University Press of Mississippi

Share Knowledge

You can find incredible images of African Americans and food on vintage postcards in my latest book, Vintage Postcards from the African World. They not only present the faces of ancestors but also tell amazing, often harrowing, stories of survival and triumph over adversity.

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[snailvalley]

Elliot headcanons!

Making headcanons for my most favorite boy! Get ready for some mushy junk because my current farmer and him are ✨dating ✨

🧡 His favorite book series when he was little that got him into writing his own stuff was the Eragon series. He still revisits it from time to time for nostalgia’s sake.

🧡 He loves collecting stuff! Buttons, old postcards, pins, shells, candles, cool rocks he finds on walks…

🧡 He’s a college drop-out.

🧡I mentioned this in my last headcanon post but I feel like he would have a big family! He’s sorta the neglected middle child that never really had his parent’s attention, or he was just overshadowed by his siblings’ accomplishments. Poor guy.

🧡Ironically, he’s a plant killer lol. He overthinks how much water his plants need and almost always ends up overwatering.

🧡He’s the most supportive friend! He always shows up to Leah’s art shows, and is probably her biggest fan.

🧡Leah and Elliot have secret friendship necklaces lmao.

🧡Boi’s got some freckles!

🧡He knows how to do really elaborate pretty braids, maybe because he’d help braid his younger sisters’ hair?

🧡Professional procrastinator.

🧡Stay-at-home dad vibes. He really loves being a dad and wants to be what he didn’t really have growing up. He reads them bedtime stories every every night.

🧡Makes the best soups.

🧡He’s pretty whiny lol. Especially when he’s sick or tired.

🧡The kinda partner who remembers the exact time and day of his and his significant others’ anniversary.

🧡He gives really thoughtful gifts. They’re never super expensive or anything, but more meaningful.

That’s it for now! Let me know if you want more, and feel free to add on, I’d love to see your guys’ headcanons too 🧡 also I’m making the stardew playlists for the bachelorettes tomorrow so stay tuned for more! Im seriously so happy to be back writing you guys! Hope y’all are having a great holiday!

[apollosfavkiddo]

the jason grace who had dimples. the jason grace that loved to put flowers in his hair. the jason grace who plays the guitar. the jason grace that dreamt with having three kids, two boys and a girl. the jason grace who never showed his weaknesses. the jason grace who tried to make things right with reyna. the jason grace who put his friends beyond himself. the jason grace who needed therapy. the jason grace that just wanted to have a family and settle down. the jason grace who’s favorite food were brownies. the jason grace who wore glasses. the jason grace who loved italian food. the jason grace who had self esteem issues. the jason grace who loved to cuddle. the jason grace who just needed a bit of love.

[phytocondria]

Town's Got Mail

@floopthecooper brought up the fact that lots of jobs have to be done to help Pelican town run, but who does them exactly? Even the farmer can only do so much *coughLewisisworstmayorinthe valleycough*

Honestly, this took me an embarrassingly long time to come up with an idea, but better late than never right? ^-^'

Summary: A morning run is pretty good cardio for the town's Gridball fanatic.

Word Count: 887

Officially speaking, Pelican Town’s mail courier was Mr. Jones from the town over. It was just that... it seemed rather silly to make the trip down every day just to fill people’s mailboxes with junk mail, so… normally two trips a week sufficed, with a third if someone really needed something sent out immediately.

Unofficially speaking though, Alex would jog up to the eastern facing side of Pierre’s, key in hand and bag at his side most mornings before the sun had fully even risen. It was a surprisingly apt fit for him, he needed to make sure his endurance was as good as his throw, so a lap around town most mornings was perfect.

Pierre’s served as a post office for both mailmen, Caroline did a good job making sure all the letters were in the order of Alex’s normal route, while Abigail, well... Alex could tell Abby had been in charge of sorting last night. He jogged in place for a minute, mumbling through the alphabet as he checked for anything being sent to the doc next door. Doc rarely got much more than a couple of magazines for the clinic, but occasionally he’d get a package from out of town. The return said Grampleton Hobbies, maybe the Doc played Solice Kronikles too, or whatever? Alex left the mystery package on the landing of Harvey’s apartment, before doubling back, ready to really start his warm-up with the climb up the mountain.

Thankfully, there didn't seem to be much more food today. Cool.

Alex rearranged his deliveries into his bag. A log of goat cheese from Marnie and probably the formal request to hire Robin on to build the next festival stalls from Lewis ready on top. He “stopped” at their mailbox, feeling his body really starting to warm up. Alex made a little loop, spotting the weird tent dude up already, and handed him a postcard from Willy thanking him for the bait. Heading west, Alex picked up the pace, careful not to trip over random roots or burn himself out too quickly. He turned south, a little disappointed there was nothing for the new farmer. They always got the weirdest mail, frozen pizzas from the guys who worked at Joja, notes, batteries, coveted family recipes, whole fishes?... Maybe the fishes were less fun, but they were normally the most interesting stop on Alex’s route.

Breezing past the farmhouse, Alex followed the partly paved path through the farmland, until he only had a well-used dirt path marking his way into the treeline. Reaching Cinder Sap proper, Alex veered west, dropping off a couple of letters from Jodi and Caroline, along with one of two nearly identical Joja envelopes into the Ranch’s letterbox. Wandering down to Leah’s, he dropped off a pouch of seashells and sea glass from Elliot before heading into the town proper. Alex took a hearty swig from his water bottle, the most treacherous part of his run nearly completed. He found the sister’s mail, rolling his eyes as he spotted a letter from Gran to Haley. He could always just message Hale’s for Gran instead, But Alex placed the invite for tea atop the package of fabric from Em’s friend in the desert. He left letters for Jodi from Caroline and Robin. More gossip between the Moms in town he bet. Alex tossed them through the mail slot with another “official” letter from Joja for Sam.

Crossing the bridge, Alex’s speed dropped a tick in the sand, a book left at Elliot’s from Leah before making his way to the dock. It was a nice break from the sand’s resistance, practically sprinting across the wooden planks. Alex popped a message from Gus under Willy's door before retracing his steps back to town, kicking up sand on his second go around.

He crossed the eastern river, the guild guys sending a request into Clint’s, and a letter from the school teach, Penny to Gunther. Book requests? Looping around the library and blacksmith, Alex didn’t bother heading north up to the Joja. That was Mr. Jone’s job, no one in town ever sent things up there, even if Morris used Pelican town’s unofficial system themselves. Alex was sure Morris just liked having an excuse to annoy Pierre every week, cause Pierre kept letting him drop off the guys paychecks there.

Crossing the final bridge for the morning, Alex hit the Saloon with a couple of postcards of requests. One from Demitius about a cake and some sashimi for Sebastian’s birthday and an ask from Leah if he could order a couple extra bottles of her favorite wine. Pretty standard stuff. A letter from Marnie to the Mayor, reeking of some flowery perfume, subtle and standard.

Chugging the last of his water, Alex started to ease his pace before dropping off two letters in the trailer’s mailbox, clearly from the kids in town for Penny, before double-checking his pack. Two nearly identical tupperwares, one with stuffing the other fried mushroom from Gus. Alex grinned, at the cook’s thoughtfulness, giving Dusty a good pet behind the ears before heading inside. Putting the food away first, Alex gave his gran a kiss on the cheek on his way to the shower, giving her his thanks as she started preparing breakfast for the house, his morning run complete.

[scorpio-karma]

Twilight Fic Recs

The post nobody asked for but I need a place to keep these recs that I can come back to.

Leah Centric/Anti-Imprint:

Barbed Wire and String: Complicated relationship between Leah and Sam while he breaks the imprint

Breaking The Ouroboros: About the toxicity of the imprint and Leah helping a future generation break it.

Fragment: Another breaking the imprint fic

Leah's Secret: What if Leah became a model.

Misery Loves Company: Mama Uleys opinion of Emily/Sam.

Never Be Another: Leah's sexy revenge.

Russian Roulette: tw suicide, a wtf about how the imprint screws Leah over.

Split: Sam runs away with Leah to break the imprint.

Leah/Edward:

Confessions of a Difficult Woman: A top tier AH fic that is just a fav of mine. Bisexual disaster Leah with the room and support to be messy

Love Without Prejudice: A cute 60s AH AU that is also very aware of the time they're in.

Monsters: If Leah/Edward had the sam dynamic as Bella/Jacob

Leah/Pack:

2 Days and 4 Nights: Smut fic where Leah makes her way through the whole pack

Run Baby Run: More of a Leah/Embry fic with a side of fucked imprint problems

Bella/Jacob:

A Blessing and Curse Leap Day Magic: A good What If that shows how fucked the Jacob Reneseme imprint is.

Black Coffee and Eggs Over Easy: Cute AH fic that explores how Jacob is good with boundries of an OCD Bella, also good depiction of OCD

Divine Intervention: AH fic that i used to hold as god tier for what a romance should be 

Human Nature: Cool what if there were no Cullens

Living, Breathing: What if there was a road trip in New Moon

My Piece of Forever: Different perspective on how fucked the imprint was

Postcards: Another roadtrip New Moon AU

My Fics:

Cutting Ties: A series of interconnected drabbles/oneshots about letting go and moving on for yourself.

Have A Nice Life: Staying in La Push becomes too much for Leah, so she leaves. When she is forced to come back, her life becomes more difficult than anticipated. See the aftermath of her decision to leave and the irreparable damage imprinting can cause.

Goodbye: They may have not been meant for each other, but that doesn't means she can let go. A small Leah and Sam drabble

Preacher's Daughter: Angela has one night where she's not the daughter of the minister and it's spent with Paul. See their journey from that one night and how they try to overcome assumptions made from what people have heard about them.

Move On: Everybody Kept telling her to move on and let go of the pain, but they'll learn to regret that when she finally decides to.

[jadeazora]

Alola Vulpix's event starts today, and some other upcoming events have also been detailed:

Year end and new year bonus running from Dec29 until Jan12. For seven days logging in, you will receive a nice gift. Logging in 3 Days gets you this New Year's Piplup costume:

Shiny odds boosted for visiting Eevee and Mincinno from Dec29 to Jan4.

Leah's training week for boosted experience runs from Dec29 to Jan4. (Daily training bonus for all categories and training experience points are doubled.)

A golden acorns-spending event will also be live during that week, and various Pokemon will give you gifts for doing so.

Special New Year's hakama for Pikachu and Meowth will be live in the shop from Dec29 to Jan12:

In news that is not Cafe Mix but is still regarding a mobile game, Japanese Pokemon Centers will be giving out this holiday postcard tying into the Winter Wishes Pokemon Masters event:

[gra-sonas]

Songs that inspired episode 4x03 writers Joel Thompson and Leah Longoria.

[cescapist]

PART 6:  LIKES & DISLIKES

What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes?

“Oh, hiking, riding, a bit of climbing or hill walking. I’m not a bad shot during hunting, but I find the shots scare away the more interesting parts of nature. I play the piano, too. That’s quite fun.”

What is your most treasured possession?

“Currently… it seems foolish to say, but it is a snowdrop I recently pressed within a book. It wasn’t quite fresh when I did so, and I’m a little worried it will fall apart. But uh… yes. It’s important to me. Silly, isn’t it? I cannot see without my spectacles, I adore my mare, I have clothing I love, my cigarette case has a lovely personalised engraving but… no, no I like a flower. A free flower. No different to hundreds - nay, thousands that pop up this time of year.”

What is your favorite color?

“A good brown. Is that also silly? I just think brown can be awfully fetching in the right shades. Not, you know, waste brown, or mud. But chestnut, or ochre.”

What is your favorite food?

“I don’t think you can ever go wrong with parsnips. They have this lovely sweetness to them - oh, our cook Mrs Meddley is excellent at roasting them, truly divine. Yes, I love parsnips.”

What, if anything, do you like to read?

“I think the least painful thing to read is something short and sweet, like those little poems they put in the papers. Especially limericks. Or captions at the bottom of illustrations and cartoons. They can be great fun!”

What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)?

“Music hall! I am showing my class, aren’t I? Yes, the music hall, a good drink, something to sing along to. The French can-can to top it off, too!”

Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?

“I smoke, of course. I am a doctor’s son, and the benefits are well known. And I drink, too. I’m no bun strangler. As for drugs… I don’t laze about smoking opium in dens, no. But recently I will admit my brother prescribed to me a sleeping pill, and… I’m doing my damnedest not to take it every night. I don’t want to become like, well… you hear the stories, don’t you, with laudanum and barbital.”

How do you spend a typical Saturday night?

“I’m often well-used by the evening on a Saturday. I ride all day, pretty much. So I bathe on my return, eat dinner, and then usually catch up with whatever my siblings have been doing in the sitting room. If I have a prior engagement I may head over to a chum’s, but it’s usually a day I take for myself.”

What makes you laugh?

“Everything! That is, I can find a way to laugh and joke about almost everything. In terms of humour, Leah is, oh, brilliant. Dry, understated. She makes the sort of jokes that people might pass by, but once you pay attention. Oh, just brilliant. Valentin, he- Oh, there I go again. Reverend Valentin, he bounces off of me wonderfully, so we have a laugh. You know the cook at Clevedon Court? Mrs Fletcher? Oh she’s a riot! It does not matter to her what the subject is, the things that come from her mouth, they have me in stitches. And Samuel, oh, he- I’ve never had anyone else so willing to take the mickey out of me, and do it so well. I am… blessed to be surrounded by so many comedians.”

What, if anything, shocks or offends you?

“I would say it must be cruelty to animals. Making them suffer, for nothing more than human entertainment. Cockfighting, dogfighting… it makes me feel ill.”

What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?

“Haha… if is not needed in this question, I’m afraid. I usually just… lay in bed and do my best to fall asleep anyhow. But on the few occasions I gave up on rest, I ended up going through various trinkets I’ve collected over the years. I didn’t want to wake anyone, so I had my lamp on and I wrapped a couple of warm blankets around me, and went through my pressed flowers, my rocks, my feathers, the letters written to me, postcards… Seashells. All of that. Once... just the postcards. French ones. If you catch my drift.”

How do you deal with stress?

“A good walk or a horse ride will help. Though um… I’ll admit, sometimes I just find I need to be alone and, well, have a good sob. Let it all out.”

Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?

“I enjoy a good plan, but… well, spontaneity is just so much more fun, isn’t it?”

What are your pet peeves?

“I don’t know what this means. I only have Clever. Hm? Oh! Oh that makes sense. Well, I suppose I don’t like it when people smack their lips. Is that alright? Good.”