#soap advice

[ironicsoap]

sometimes when I can't figure out how I want something to look with only a 2D drawing, I'll sketch it in grease pencil

[alcorianight]

The whole non-existent love triangle with Lockwood, Lucy, and Holly was kinda peak comedy mixed with Othello to me. Like Lucy is immediately jealous, Lockwood misreads that completely and responds by telling Lucy all of Holly's virtues, Holly's just trying to do her job and not be perturbed by 35 Portland Row's everything, and George is just suffering because Lockwood and Lucy can't figure this out at all.

And then, the skull keeps trying to encourage Lucy to kill Holly in a fit of jealousy that mirrors Iago trying to get Othello to kill Cassio over presumably sleeping with Desdemona. Although, the skull's not doing this for power, he's just got a unique experience where he gets to play an active role in this soap opera he's watching.

(I think I also remember a scene where Holly is about to meet Flo and Lucy's just kinda thinking, "well there's no way Holly would have a better reaction to Flo than me," but then Holly's just totally chill and Lucy's kinda seething. I personally believe that one of two things happened. 1. George informed Holly before she met Flo or 2. Holly spent enough time with the trio to have absolutely no expectations about anyone they interact with because clearly that won't be a normal person.)

[atopvisenyashill]

not to keep harping on but definitely the complaint i see that really sticks in my craw is that the only reason or the main reason robb planned to banish catelyn to seaguard was because of their argument over jon. it’s certainly a factor but they have spent the entire war arguing over every decision robb makes! ned tells robb “keep your mother in your council” but robb really does not! he has her there, yes, he lets her speak, yes, but oftentimes he will disregard her advice without any appeasement, misstep badly, and be worse off politically in the exact way she warned him of. she’s not the only person he blows off - he’s not exactly nice to edmure either, for example - but cat is right when she suspects there’s an element of “kings are not supposed to have mothers” and “wedded to his war" and she clocks this long before the argument over jon! robb tries to get rid of her at the beginning of a clash of kings when all cat has done is urge him to continue peaceful negotiations with the lannisters!

robb is angry because he’s in over his head and he knows it, and it's got very little to do with jon! robb is losing this war and his best friend was the son of a man who crowned himself and lost the war!! robb knows exactly what’s going to happen to the north if he loses and despite everything, he cannot seem to win despite being a near prodigy in battle tactics. and here his mother has been this whole time, fighting him on every front - just like the lords but he cant punish them for disagreeing can he? - and being so frustratingly right about more things than his lords, and now they’re picking at this wound in their family that has never been allowed to heal and a lot of resentment that both robb and catelyn are feeling at their general situation gets focused in on each other. this is such a tully thing too (pls remember these are canonically unpleasant people!) because look at lysa projecting years of resentment onto sansa, look at the entire cat, hoster, edmure situation, or even hoster & blackfish’s relationship. family is so important to them but in times of stress, “doing everything for family” becomes an anchor pulling them down, until the only thing left is to lash out at each other.

most of the lords are happy to let this nonsense play out! catelyn does not even have the privilege maege & dacey mormont do at being head of their own house - she’s just a wife, just a mother, just a first born daughter. when she disagrees, they don’t see an equal arguing with them, they see a woman sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. they do not give a single solitary shit about like, ~the plight of bastards~ they just believe, like robb, that sansa is currently “tainted” by her marriage to a lannister and can’t be allowed to inherit, that arya is dead, that the boys are dead, that jeyne is not yet pregnant, and a bastard boy castle raised who looks like ned is better than no boy at all (see edric storm, addam of hull, and larence snow). these men have not spent the last fourteen years cooking in their resentment over this situation the way catelyn and robb have!

jon is a reason. but so is rickard karstark, jaime lannister, willem lannister, tion frey, renly baratheon, walder frey, and theon greyjoy. ned is a reason as well, and bran, sansa, rickon, arya, hoster, edmure, perhaps even lysa and sweetrobin. jon is the final straw but robb isn’t (only) sending catelyn away because of some righteous fury on his brother’s behalf! he’s sending her away because she is an easy, socially acceptable target for all his frustrations and failures and fears that he can project on, and punish, in a way he cannot punish his enemies, his lords, or himself.

and catelyn is as always very aware of the deeper motivations in her son’s mind, and resentful that she doesn’t have the power to push back; she’s just a mother, after all.

[iceman-soup]

gn!reader x cap. mactavish

thinking about biting captain mactavish as if i'm a fuckin cat

Biting him as I kiss his neck and his collarbones, nibbling the skin of his throat, my hands in his hair and on his face and tugging his shirt over his head.

Kissing down his torso and biting his chest, nuzzling my nose against it affectionately then nipping at it just enough for him to gasp out in anticipation.

Resting my head on his inner thigh and looking up at him adoringly, breathing soft as he absentmindedly runs a hand through my hair, sitting up properly so I can see the bite marks I've left on him.

Pressing my lips to his stomach, closing my eyes and the corners of my mouth twitching upwards when I gently dig my teeth into his flesh again, his grip on my hair tightening as he sucks in a breath.

My hand undoing his belt with practiced swiftness, and he lifts himself up to let me take off his trousers, his hard on clearly visible in his boxers as I bite the soft skin of his thighs.

[crestapex]

I absolutely love the idea of wingman Johnny.

Him wingmaning you? Yes. Him wingmaning Simon? Yes. Him wingmaning both of you? Yes!

This guy is the type to drop subtle hints and make slight jokes when talking about one of you to the other. Sure, maybe he does do it to tease the two of you, maybe it is a little entertaining, but that’s just one of his many ways of trying to get the two of you together.

Johnny’s the type of guy to follow Simon up to the rooftop of the bar for a cigarette and only then ask, “Any plans for tomorrow?” All the while subtly jerking his head to your direction, his eyes following suit. He may as well give a slight nudge to Simon’s arm in the process, paying no mind to the raised brow and fairly un-impressed look the blonde gives him. But he does in fact see it, he sees the way his eyes gaze intently at you as he watches you take another sip from your glass. And he’s only ever seen Simon give that type of look to none other than a nice, cold glass of whiskey and sniffer dogs. All but things the Lieutenant has always had a special spot for.

Johnny’s also the type of friend to, during the amidst of a relaxed game of poker on the balcony of your apartment, start asking you subtle questions that may as well apply to your relationship with Simon. “How long ya’ known him?” Soon to be followed up with side-tracked, quote on quote, question, “Blondes or brunettes? Ah’ heard blondes are guid in kip.” Now queue the snickering from Johnny. And you can only raise your brows with a, “Mactavish?” As a questioning smirk crosses your lips. “Good in bed, lass.” He reiterates himself, his snickering turning into belly laughter as you groan and roll yours eyes at him, waving a hand at his remark. Though his trained military eyes can clearly see you barring the same look in your owns eyes that you always tend to hold whenever you personally speak about Simon.

Regardless if the both of you have or haven’t caught on to his little tricks and subtle-not-so-subtle vouching for the two of you, he’s absolutely going to keep it up until he gets told by both of you to either knock it off or until he hears that you and Simon are official. And when he does, you may as well never hear the end of it from him. But deep down, he is so unbelievably happy for the two of you. The crinkles in his eyes and the smile that graces his lips the moment he sees two of some of dearest friends being open and intimate with each other, even if it’s as small as sitting alone and laughing together in the back of the bar, is one of the most genuine things anyone will ever see.

Oh, and on a side note, when you and Simon do in fact become official, he’s definitely claiming he earned his spot as best man at your guys’ wedding/eloping… Christ, don’t even get him started when the phrase ‘Uncle Johnny’ becomes a thing, even if it’s just for a puppy that one of you randomly brought home one day…

[cerise-on-top]

Hi! Love your writing sm, hope you're having a good day! 💗

How about an older veteran reader with Rudy, Price, Soap, and Alejandro? Just sharing war stories and offering a place for them to stay if they ever need it, a sprinkle of elderly advice here and there

Hello! Thank you, that's very kind of you! My day was somewhat rough, but at the very least I got to go home early!

Price, Soap, Alejandro and Rodolfo with an Older Veteran!Reader

Price: He’s talked to plenty of people, a few among them were war veterans as well. Price has great respect for those kinds of people. After all, you’d been in the same business as he is for a while and saw all the horrors, so it’s not particularly hard for him to relate to the things you say. He’s not as open to talking about his experiences during daytime, but if you catch him during the evening alone when he’s had a drink or two, then he’s far more willing to open up. Doesn’t matter what war you’ve fought in, some things stay the same. He’s a captain, so naturally he’s stressed out about a lot of things, such as every member of his Task Force dying while he can’t do anything but watch. He doesn’t like to show such, preferring to keep his cool, but it does occupy his mind every once in a while, regardless of how capable his boys are. Price isn’t immune to the night time melancholy, so he might confide in you. Tell him a few stories of your own, he’ll retaliate with some of the things he’s seen. Nothing confidential, naturally, but the awful horrors he’s encountered. How he’s seen his own comrades be tortured in front of him. How they were killed like bugs, as if they didn’t have a life of their own. You set the tone, really. Tell him a hopeful story and he’ll tell you one of his own. Tell him a funny story, you’ll hear about Soap’s and Ghost’s midnight shenanigans. You’re more than welcome to tell him about the old times, while you were training, he remembers those fondly and will smile while looking into his tequila. If you offer him a place to stay, he’ll be a bit torn: You seem nice enough, but does he really wanna put you in potential danger like that? You know best what comes with his profession. If there’s really no other way out, if he really is being hunted by the world and doesn’t have a place to stay, then he’ll come to you, but otherwise he’ll try to keep you safe as well. However, he has an open ear for any and all advice you could give him. He’s in his mid to late thirties, so while he has seen a few things here and there he still has much to learn. Price is someone who can appreciate some advice from someone who knows what they’re doing.

Soap: Ever since his cousin had shown him the SAS base he’s wanted to join the military, actively asking his relatives if they knew any veterans who could tell him some cool stories. There were a few, but no amount of stories told could ever satisfy him. Even now that he’s one of, if not the youngest to have passed the SAS selection, he’s still stoked to be part of it all. One day, he wants to be able to tell stories of his own. Once he figures out that you’re a veteran he’ll gravitate towards you and ask you all sorts of questions. Unlike Price, he’s more than willing to exchange stories at any point in time, you don’t need to get him tipsy and melancholic for that. If he can tell you’re okay with it, he’ll even start talking about how his training went, what he had to do in order to become a sergeant. Soap loves talking about himself in that regard, he’s very proud of what he has accomplished, but will stay quiet for some moments so you can tell him about your own career as well. He’s all ears as soon as you start talking, soaking up every word you say like a sponge. If one of your stories reminds him of something that has happened to him he’ll butt in a bit and tell a short anecdote, but other than that he’s quiet. You can tell him anything and he’ll be happy to listen. While he can be a bit of a rascal from time to time, he does take your advice to heart and listens to it. His memory is pretty good so he’ll likely remember what you said for a long time as well, especially in the right moments. Despite him being in his mid twenties, he’ll also give you some advice. Soap just really wants to seem like a cool person in your eyes. Depending on what side you fought, you might even become a hero of sorts to him. Either way, he’s all too chipper to be spending time with you. If you offer him a place to stay then you can be certain he’ll take you up on your offer. He thinks you’re the coolest person out there, so sometimes he might just ask you if he could stay with you for a night just so he could talk with you over some drinks. So, it really doesn’t need to be an emergency for him to come knocking on your door. However, he’s more willing to stay with you during an emergency than Price, fully aware that you could likely defend yourself anyway if it came down to it.

Alejandro: Out of all the people on this list, he’s the oldest one, not counting you, of course, so he has quite some experience himself. He’s a colonel, he leads people on the daily, needs to make sure everything goes well and all. He knows what he’s doing. However, he’s also a pretty social guy, so he wouldn’t hesitate to chat with you for a bit, regardless of how busy he might be. If it’s clear you’ll be talking to each other for a longer time, then he might invite you to a bar or cafe for a drink or two. Alejandro is always more than happy to hear from fellow soldiers, regardless of whether they’re on duty, or not. You’re always more than welcome to seek him out for a chat or two, he’s a good man. Tell him stories of yours first, he, too, is more than happy to tell you some of his own. He has plenty to tell himself, having been a soldier for most of his lif. Although he’d prefer to start off easy with a funny anecdote or two before diving into something rougher. Being in the military can be wild, after all. Not all of it is bad, even if a good portion of it ends up being heartbreaking. Although he won’t confide in you immediately upon meeting you for the first time, he’ll open up some more if you seek each other out from time to time. Eventually he’ll tell you about his regrets as well as the things he loves. Not as melancholic as Price, but there’s still some sadness in his tone as he speaks. If you give him some advice he’ll laugh a bit. Yes, he knows you’re older than him by quite a bit, but he’s not really the youngest anymore either, so he has some advice up his sleeve himself. Doesn’t mean he can’t appreciate it, though. Just for retaliation purposes, he’ll crack a joke about your age, but it’s not ill intentioned. You can offer him a place to stay, but he won’t take you up on it during an emergency. He’s a highly sought after man, with El Sin Nombre being out for his head as well whenever she can, Alejandro knows that things won’t end well for you if he spends too much time with you when things are bleak, but he’s more than happy to come visit you when he has time, chat with you over a drink or two. Depending on how far away you live, he might stay with you for a night or two, though. He does like getting to spend time with you.

Rodolfo: While he may not actively seek out elders just to chat with them about what he sees on the daily, he doesn’t mind hearing about it either. If a good conversation starts, then he can convince himself to stay for a bit longer just to listen to you talk about your time in the military. Rodolfo doesn’t love being in the military as much as Soap or Alejandro do. Don’t get me wrong, he still likes his profession, but the spark that used to be there when he first started has since dimmed quite a bit. While you likely can’t reignite that spark, you can give him some respite. A break would do him good. He may try to not think about work too much when he can, but if you start talking about the good old times, then he’ll grow a bit sentimental and tell you about how he first started and what it was like back then. Rodolfo has always liked Alejandro, even looked up to him a bit since he was sort of just unkillable, no matter what happened. And yes, when he starts talking about this he loses track of time and himself and will simply ramble on and on about what it used be like. Don’t worry, though, you’ll get your turn to speak once he realizes just how much he’d been talking. Apologizes about this afterwards. That would be a good time to tell him about your own training back then. The good, the bad and the ugly. It’s not often that someone gets to see it, but if you reminisce together, you might even get to see a somber smile from the guy as well. Once he’s mellowed out a bit like that, you can give him just about any advice and he’ll listen. If it’s something silly, he might chuckle a bit, but will take it to heart. Who is he to deny an elderly person their right to give him some advice? You know what you’re talking about, after all. Always more than happy to be given such, he likes knowing what he has to do in the right situations. It’s not always easy, after all. Offer him a place to stay and he’ll actually take you up on it. Whether he needs some more advice or just wants a good chat, you’ll see him come up to your home every once in a while, always with a gift such as an expensive bottle of wine. If he’s in an especially precarious situation and nearby, he’ll actually come to you, knowing that he’ll be in good hands. Please take good care of him, Rodolfo could always, and I mean always, use someone like you.

[quoxal]

Soaps scottish accent

I'm trying to figure out how much I want to change the dialoge for Soap to make him sound scottish but like??

These are the only real changes I could find of the dialog in CoD MW2. The rest is just the wonderful voice acting work from Neil Ellice. But how do you best translate that into dialog without making it too hard to read for people who don't know the accent. *flipping tables*

Kinda settled for these now and sometimes checking with "English to scottish/scots" translators to add more flavour. If any other creator or scottish speaking people have some advice please gimme ~~

(Chapter two will be up soon ^^)

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

New Writing Idea! NEED thoughts!!

So let's break it down. I actually dreamed this for some reason, but idk if it's offensive to the transgender community, so I want to hear from yall and get your thoughts. Let's get to the points!

It's for the COD Fandom!

I was thinking Keegan or maybe Soap.

Basically, the character was born a female and lived a pretty negative & abusive life, but it was like mentally, financially, emotionally abusive, so she didn't realize it was even happening.

After a really bad break up with her boyfriend/fiance/husband, she turns to friends, and after a really long and deep convo, she realizes she's been Trans this whole time.

Of course, due to her life and family, she always thought those thoughts she had were just normal silly little "What ifs."

Skip over some stuff she finds this lab that's looking for volunteers for a full gender change transition experiment.

She goes to the lab and I don't want to put full details here but let's just say it's not an easy process. It's obviously a really complicated process.

In the end he comes out as a completely new person feeling like his real self for the first time.

Then he would somehow meet Keegan or Soap and a budding yet angsty relationship would begin.

Of course, it wouldn't happen in order in the story. we'd find out a little bit about the characters' past and journey in bits and pieces, basically, as Keegan or Soap would find out.

I really need thoughts! Is this a good idea to write about? Or not? I personally am not transgender but I do have close friends & family that are. Please let me know what yall think!

[hollywoodoutbreak]

ong before Nathan Fillion became a household name starring in shows like The Rookie, Castle, and the legendary space western Firefly, he was cutting his teeth on a true television staple – the daytime soap opera. Like countless stars before him, Fillion got his big break on the ABC classic One Life to Live, and he’s never forgotten the impact it had on his career.

Catch Nathan Fillion in The Rookie airing Tuesday nights 9/8c on ABC and streaming the next day on Hulu.

[lamphous]

and now we bring you to another episode of Crimes of Autistic on Main: this week, keaton tries to rectify their getting fired by SJW Soap R Us for having a flat affect, being refused accommodation, and having friends outside work. hashtag disability justice thoughts below

really frustrating thing to learn on my eeoc call yesterday is that, had my friend in management not hinted to my evil ex manager that "neurodiversity may be a factor" in the "behavioral issues" she was going to discipline me for BEFORE she talked to me, I might not have a case at all,* and even then I may not still bc stacey didn't explicitly say I'm autistic and for all that people may informally understand "neurodiversity" (esp in this context)** to be a nicer way of saying "mental disability", it's not synonymous under the law

* bc the argument apparently must be that she discriminated against me and denied me accommodation AFTER explicitly knowing I am autistic, not just that she was discriminating against me for the behavioral manifestation of said protected disability both before and after knowing that is the term for me

** roy from the eeoc is likely glad he no longer has to be the one to deal with me bc I kept going into too much detail really for the initial interview, but this is an argument I really do want to stress: that even if my medical diagnosis was not stated outright (by a third party who understandably respects my privacy), a generally understood synonymous term*** in the context of specifically the behavior in question (ie not just mentioned in another conversation abt idk how people get depressed or smth, but specifically as a factor in the behavior she took issue with)

*** another reason roy is glad to be rid of me: I kept asking if there was a list of federally protected mental disabilities that I could cross reference with those generally understood to be covered by "neurodiversity", to see what percentage overlaps. if I had any memory for names and numbers, I'm telling you, I'd be such a good lawyer

[hqmillioncorn]

⭐⭐Sweet Magic~!⭐⭐

Babycorn nervously turned up the flame of the stove. As her frying pan got hotter, her anxiety grew. A little voice in her head kept telling her that now wasn't the right time to grab the food with her hands. "It's too hot for that! You'll burn your tongue!" The voice told her. The voice also sounded suspiciously like her friend Lunya. "...But it's so yummy loooking!!" Babycorn whined. "You can wait a few minutes!" The Lunya in her head reminded her. Before it could say anything else, Babycorn grabbed the fried egg and stuffed it in her mouth. "OWIE!!!!!!!" Babycorn yelled and spit the egg back onto the frying pan. Lunya, who had actually been standing behind Babycorn the whole time and was NOT a voice in Babycorn's head, could do nothing but shake her head.

Lalapril 4/25 Gratitude with @windupnamazu 's Lunya lanya

welcome to coooking with babycorn!!!!!! today we're gonna be cooking!! cookies!!! or is that baking? same thing! with special guest warrior of light lunya lanya!!! yipppeee!!!!

“Okay I think I got everything…” With one last look at the ingredients balanced precariously on Cherrypit’s head Babycorn carefully opened the door to her room and let her brother waddle out.

Last time they had done this she had placed one too many things on him and that resulted in the stack hitting the top of the door and tumbling down on top of her.

She would have liked to avoid that happening again. 

As soon as Cherrypit waddled his way out into the hallway Babycorn let out a small cheer. Cherrypit lifted his arms up and also let out a small “Yippee!” All that was left for them to do now was make it to the kitchen! That would be as easy as flipping over a fried egg! 

Which of course always had to land directly onto her head. There was absolutely no other way that was done of course!

“Follow me Cherry!” Babycorn happily sang, as she skipped on ahead towards their destination. Cherrypit ran in place for a little bit before taking off right after her. He babbled something excitedly in his little baby language, probably something about how hungry he was. 

They hadn’t eaten since breakfast and that was a whole fifteen minutes ago!

Yesterday, in a spur of the moment sort of thing, Babycorn decided that she would make cookies for everyone to eat after dinner. It took her a minute to decide what kind of cookies she would make but eventually Cherrypit had the great idea of making lemon cookies. 

Initially he had suggested chocolate-chip but after learning he would have to share them, Cherrypit quickly changed his mind. 

Those lessons about sharing things with other people were still having a little trouble sticking to him sometimes. 

So lemon cookies it was! Honestly Babycorn didn’t even know cookies came in lemon flavors but it was silly of her to think otherwise. There were so many flavors out there in the world that cookies could come in any flavor! Maybe somewhere out in the world there was a cooking that tastes like mud?

She would definitely ask Lunya about it when she found her!

Babycorn knew that Lunya could do a lot of things. Like fighting, paying for really expensive things and making pretty clothes. All of which of course meant that she could obviously help her with baking cookies. “It’s like I always say-! Making cookies is just like fighting a really big sandworm!” Babycorn explained to Cherrypit. “So Lunya can totally help us!”

He nodded, though Cherrypit really had no clue what she was talking about. But if Babycorn had said it, then it must be right!  Hopefully Lunya wasn’t busy with anything else. If she was, then Babycorn could always bake cookies some other time.

Babycorn hummed a song to herself as she made her way towards the stairs leading to the basement. “Hmm…Actually, Cherry? Do you think maybe I can bake the cookies by myself?” Baking cookies wasn’t too different than juggling right? “If I can juggle I can make cookies!” She grinned, taking the first step down the staircase.

Cherrypit, who was jumping down the stairs two steps at a time, looked up and nodded. “Yeah! We can make lotsa cookies!” He bounced up and down while letting out a little cheer. The outrageously tall stack on his head jumped along with him. 

While Cherrypit knew his way around the kitchen after his time at the Culinarian’s guild the oven was still unknown territory to him. It would be really exciting to finally be able to use it!

“Yeah! We got this! That way Lunya can be surprised too!” This was such a smart idea! Why hadn’t she thought of it earlier?!

Babycorn took a single step into the basement and felt a foreboding feeling in front of her. 

“HUrK?!” Babycorn froze. She hadn’t even seen whoever it was that was standing in front of her but by instinct alone she decided that the best course of action was to hide behind Cherrypit and his comically tall stack of ingredients.

Cherrypit turned around and looked at Babycorn and then turned around again to look in front of him.

Standing in the middle of the basement was Lunya Lanya herself, arms crossed and hair flowing dramatically behind her. All while looking like she was trying really hard not to burst out giggling. “Hi Lulu!” Cherrypit waved over at Lunya without a care in the world. He babbled and wiggled around happily when Lunya waved back at him.

“Hi Cherry!” Somehow Lunya had been the ones to find Babycorn and Cherrypit instead of the other way around. 

It made sense. After all, it was said that Lunya had some sort of sixth-sense when it came to knowing when Babycorn was about to make a poor decision about anything.

Or when she was about ten minutes from setting the kitchen on fire.

It occasionally overlapped. 

Cherrypit waved his arms around excitedly and waddled over to Lunya, the squeaking of his shoes walking away from her let Babycorn know that she was no longer safe. “YEEP?!" Babycorn hastily stood up and looked around. When she spotted Lunya her worries mostly disappeared. 

“Lunyaaaaaa!!” she cried out, running towards her with open arms. 

Babycorn screeched to a halt right in front of her

Is what I would have said if that actually happened, but no, instead Babycorn tripped and sent herself flying over Lunya and right into a wall.

“AH?! Babycorn?!” Lunya flinched as the sound of Babycorn colliding with the wall sounded through the basement. It wasn’t the first time this had happened and it probably wouldn’t be the last either. Both her and Cherrypit ran over to check to see if Babycorn was okay. “Bebe? Bebe hurt?” Cherrypit asked, looking up at Lunya to see what she would do next. 

“UWuawuaguwgauwaguUWUA…” Babycorn had bounced off the wall after hitting it directly with her face. There was a red mark on her forehead but otherwise it looked like she was fine, if not a little dizzy. It was best to make sure though.

Lunya had the idea of asking Babycorn how many fingers she was holding up but she thought of a better question. “Babycorn if you had to choose between eating a worm or a banana split, which one would you pick?” 

“I would choose both of em’. Ahahaha…..” 

Lunya sighed, “Well she’s fine.” She flicked a simple benefic at her forehead to heal the wound away. Her attention turned now instead to making sure Cherrypit wasn’t scared. 

She pulled out a small lollipop from the pocket of her shorts. The lollipop was shaped like the head of a namazu. “Here Cherry!” She made sure to take the wrapper off the candy right in front of him so maybe he could remember for next time. “You were really brave just now, good job!” 

Cherrypit bit down on the lollipop and pulled it from Lunya’s hand. “Mmmhmhmmh!!” He thanked her the best he could. Then he crunched down the lollipop and swallowed it whole, plastic stick and all. 

Lunya made a note to herself to remind BOTH siblings that you weren’t supposed to eat that part. 

“LUNYA!!!!!!” Babycorn suddenly screamed.

“NyAAAAHAHA?!” 

Babycorn had sprung back to life and was back to standing on her own two feet, albeit a little off balance. “There you are! Me and Cherry have been looking for you for the past…” Babycorn paused, it looked like she was concentrating really hard on something.

She raised up her hands and began counting with her fingers. “One…Two…Three…” 

Until she gasped, holding up her hands towards Lunya, “Five! We’ve been looking for you for five minutes!” That was a pretty long time! Wasn’t it?! “We need your help with something! If you don’t mind!” 

“Don’ mind!” Cherrypit repeated. 

“I don’t mind! I’m happy to help.” Lunya nodded. There was a sense of apprehension though, considering what was standing right in front of her. “Does whatever you want help with happen to involve that…?” Lunya pointed at the giant stack of assorted things on top of Cherrypit’s head. 

For some reason Lunya couldn’t actually tell where it ended. 

‘Yeah! It does!” Babycorn gestured over to the tall stack of things still perfectly balanced on Cherrypit’s head. “I got everything we need to make lemon cookies!” Babycorn took a look around to see if anyone was listening. “I wanted to make some for everyone. As a thank you” For what? Babycorn didn’t quite know. The urge just hit her suddenly, maybe it was a thanks for putting up with her since the beginning? For still letting her pal around? She really had no clue.

Lunya smiled warmly, “That sounds nice! I’m sure everyone would love some! Including me!” 

“I knew it!” Babycorn beamed, tapping her feet excitedly in place, “And since you’re helping you can get extra cookies!” That’s how it worked after all.

“I was planning to get extra either way!!” 

If the cookies were edible this time at least.

Lunya took a closer look at the tower of ingredients. Traveling from the top all the way from the bottom she could see things like milk, a huge bag of flour and eggs all separately stacked on top of each other. For a moment Lunya worried over not seeing lemons along with the other ingredients but chances were Babycorn was just going to borrow some from the kitchen anyway.

It was a pleasant surprise to see Babycorn using edible ingredients to make something for once. 

Before Lunya could even congratulate Babycorn on a job well done, she noticed her pulling something out of her braids. Something that had no less business being in there than her usual baby corns did.

Babycorn proudly flashed a familiar shape in front of her. “I even got these cute little B’ig Nunh shaped cookie cutters!” Babycorn wiggle it around with a giggle. 

“We are not using those~!” At this point Lunya was getting worried with how much B’ig merchandise Babycorn was somehow getting her hands on.

“Okie dokie!” Babycorn tossed the cookie cutters over her shoulder with such ease that you would think she probably had ten more of them at home. Which would be wrong. She has thirty. “Okay! Let’s gooooooooo Cherry!” 

Babycorn took off running towards the kitchen with Cherrypit right behind her. 

“Babycorn don’t run so fast!” Lunya shouted, chasing after the pair of siblings. At this point she would have hoped that Babycorn would remember that she wasn’t allowed inside of the kitchen by herself. 

And having Cherrypit around didn’t count, as many people had explained to her already. 

Not after the cereal combustion incident two years prior…

As Babycorn narrowly dodged running straight into a chair, she pulled up to a stepstool and climbed up to the top. Then she slammed her hands on the counter, “Okay Cherry! I’m ready!”. On cue Cherrypit gave her a tiny salute and expertly threw the stack of things off his head which all landed neatly around Babycorn. Including an apron that just kind of fell on Babycorn’s head.

Lunya clapped alongside Babycorn, “Wow! Good job Cherry!” At this point Lunya noticed that Cherrypit had also brought along with him some tools for measuring and even a mixing bowl for everything. “Babycorn, did you actually bring all of this…?” It was almost too good to be true. 

“Yuppers!” Babycorn nodded, as she tied the apron in front of her. “I’ve been watching people make cookies all week and I memorized what they were using!” 

“Oh? Is that so?”

“Yeah!” 

Lunya put her arms behind her back and smiled, “And you didn’t happen to take these things from Himbo’s room did you?”

“N-No…? Of course not!”

“Oh course not!” Lunya grabbed a measuring cup and turned it around to see the insignia of a beaver on it. “So I’ll just go tell him that a raccoon broke into his room and stole his things!” 

“What?! No it wasn’t a raccoon! It was me!!” Babycorn couldn’t cover her mouth with her hands fast enough. “I-I mean…!”

“HA-! Wait no. Give me a second.” Lunya quickly ran out of the kitchen and into the designated break room.

Babycorn and Cherrypit sat there in silence with only the sound of distant rummaging while they waitied for Lunya to come back. When she finally did, she was holding a similar step stool to the one Babycorn was standing on. Lunya ran over and placed the step stool next to Babycorn and climbed up until both girls were almost at the same height. 

Lunya pointed a finger directly at Babycorn. “HA! Got you.” She did a little excited bounce and wiggled her arm around. 

“Noooooooooooooooo!” Babycorn wailed, “How did you knooooow it was meeeee?!” 

“Well you pretty much admitted it.” 

“That’s true!” 

Lunya felt something poke at her side, when she looked down she noticed Cherrypit standing right under her. There was a big bag of flour on top of his head. “Lulu!” He jumped up and down to show her what was on top of his head, as if it wasn’t obvious enough. 

“Can you open the flour?” Babycorn asked, she put her hands together. “I couldn’t open it! I thought I could but it's really really strong! Please please please please!”

“Okay, okay! You don’t have to beg.” Lunya moved her hands in a calming motion to ease Babycorn’s worries. Cherrypit walked closer to her and moved his head in such a way that Lunya could easily reach the flour. “Alright! Let’s start making these cookies!” She grabbed the bag of flour by both ends and pulled them apart. Thanks to her strength the bag of flour opened with ease. The bag let out a white puff of flour in defeat.  

“Yippppeee!!!” Cherrypit and Babycorn let out a cheer as Lunya poured some of the flour into a bowl. “Go! Go! Lunya! Yaaaaay!!!”

Lunya blushed lightly, “Aw you two…” At this point Lunya was well aware that both Starsinger siblings cheered at just about everything that she did. No matter what it was. And for some reason she always felt a little more energized after hearing it. Not only her but other people too…

Surely it was nothing. 

Lunya took the still sorta full bag of flour and went to carry it out of the way. “Okay Babycorn what’s-?” She began to ask, but her question would never see the light of day because Babycorn would cut her off with something that chilled Lunya to her very core.

“Okay thanks for the help Lunya! We’ll take it from here!” 

Lunya stopped in her tracks and looked back at Babycorn, dropping the flour right where she stood. Her eyes were shut and a wide smile was frozen on her face. 

“Eh?” What had she just said? “What do you mean?” 

“We only needed your help opening the flour! Me and Cherry will bake all the cookies so you don’t have to worry about anything!” Babycorn was wildly waving a wooden spoon around in the air. Cherrypit grabbed a smaller metal spoon and held it in his mouth. “Cookies!!” He gleefully shouted.

Lunya looked around the kitchen. There sure were a lot of things in here that were flammable. And pointy, And poisonous. And capable of causing tummy aches. “Are you sure? I really don’t mind helping!” 

“Yeah I’m sure!” Babycorn grabbed an egg and handed it to Cherrypit. He cracked it on the edge of the bowl and expertly dropped the insides into the bowl. “I promise I’m not gonna set the kitchen on fire again or stab myself or eat something I’m not supposed to!” 

Given Babycorn’s past history Lunya had a very valid reason for not quite being convinced of Babycorn’s claims.

On the other hand, Babycorn had brought all the right ingredients for making lemon cookies. Cherrypit was also with her and she had seen his cooking skills first hand during a barbeque last month. 

Babycorn was even using the measuring tools she had (admittedly) stolen to measure things and asking Cherrypit if it was okay before adding it in.

And she wasn’t even taking a bite of the raw ingredients?!

Could it be that Babycorn was…LEARNING?!

Dare she say, Lunya was feeling more than a little proud. It almost brought a tear to her eye.

“Okay Babycorn!” Lunya took a step back to walk out of the kitchen. As she neared the exit Lunya let out a little cheer of her own, “You and Cherrypit got this! Don’t keep all us waiting! Because I’m sure those cookies will be super yummy!”

“Thanks Lunya! I promise me and Cherry are gonna make them taste super duper yummy!” Babycorn did an excited little dance and waved Lunya a short little goodbye before looking back at her counter in front of her. “Okay time for the secret ingredient!” 

Then, Babycorn pulled out a bottle of Lemon-scented dish soap with a hearty Tada! Cherrypit mimicked his sister and said the world's squeakiest tada! after her.

Unfortunately (or fortunately?!) he did not have a smaller version of dish soap with him. 

Lunya’s eyes widened to an almost absurd degree. The speed at which she turned and ran back into the kitchen could not be understated. She was almost afraid to ask, but it had to be done. “Babycorn. Why do you have that?”

Let it be known that it was a brand new bottle too. “I just bought it today!” Babycorn helpfully explained. 

Then without breaking eye contact with Lunya once, Babycorn began to empty the entire bottle of dish soap into the bowl full of flour. An aroma of lemony freshness soon began to overtake the entire kitchen as Babycorn smiled. “Yummy! Yummy! Yummyyyy~!” Babycorn happily sang to herself. 

The dough was starting to smell really good so that obviously meant that the cookies would taste just as good too! 

Lunya could do nothing but stare in horrified silence, her mouth agape. 

“B-B-B-B-Babycorn y-you really shouldn’t…” Lunya tried to say. But there was no stopping Babycorn at this point. Lunya could now only watch helplessly as Babycorn added an entire bag of bird feed into the bowl alongside the dish soap.

Needless to say, no one but Babycorn and Cherrypit touched those cookies that night.

[ironicsoap]

quick tip to reduce .psd file sizes

I've noticed I've been able to significantly cut down on the size of my avatar PSD files by being minimal with how many masks I use and instead using alpha lock, I'm not really sure why there's such a big file size difference though!

These file sizes may seem small but I noticed that the difference in file sizes dramatically increased with more layers (plus this canvas is only like 1000px) and this is only a flat color.

(For most people, you will never need this information. However for the few who wondered why the hell their psd is over 2gb and won't save, here's how you fix that!)

[kylo-wrecked]

[ azure ]  is there a specific character or type of character you want to write but never have? why?

{ from the colourful interview meme }

💎🧼 I can’t think of any specific character type I want to write but never have for reasons other than avoiding pain/or not having the opportunity to explore a certain topic as of yet.*

I’ve come up with a few wild/bad concepts over the years—how do you write a story about wax people at the end of the world? How do you write an anthropomorphic Crayola man (Periwinkle, specifically) who wants to put real human eyeballs where his wax eyes are? How do you write that and make it convincing but leave breathing room for humor because a story about crayons on a journey is intrinsically funny? I had no idea, so I made the attempt. 

I’m super intrigued by this question.

How do you write about a fat sex-positive woman without tip-toeing around her or mythicising her? Or the personification of Prospect Park Lake, who won’t return a mother’s dead son? How do you write from the perspective of a grieving Jewish mother? You throw your ego through the window and lock it out for as long as humanly possible. 

TL;DR There are people and things I want to express in my writing (not rp) that I haven’t been able to touch or genuinely engage with on the page because these things are painful and getting it down, and honestly, is a painful process. (Writing in a nutshell.)

@valkxrie

[atopvisenyashill]

this is once again My Fault for venturing into general tags instead of sticking to my dash but what can i say, my oomfies are not as extremely online as i am aksjsjs. at least i finally got quora to stop emailing me.

[alidevil73]

Also, advice maybe? I dunno if I like this sketch too much, it was a quick sketch so I guess it wasn’t going to be perfect but I could use some ways of making it better or just for the future.

[ashenoaktradingcompany]

Sometimes, something doesn’t turn out quite right. In the spirit of Bob Ross’ wisdom, we don’t call these “mistakes,” we call them “Happy Little Soaps," and we offer them in discounted bundles.