#stacker ring

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Mushroom Stacker Rings by Copperboxler

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RINGS! ill figure out squiggly, wide band, and chunk later but for now this will be my daily set up :3

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I'm trying to teach Merlin colors and he's being such a good sport but man is it slow going

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National Onion Ring Day

Crisp, fried, a bit sweet—onion rings are the fancy cousin of the French fry. Have a taste-test with various dipping sauces, or get samples from different places.

They’re rich and crisp and delicious, surprisingly sweet for a flavor so often related to being spicy and the source of tears. But something about the process of breading them in a flavorful coating and deep-frying them in a vat of oil brings out the delicious flavors hidden inside. They come in towers and flowers, giant-sized and tiny, and they’re a favorite at burger joints all over the world. That’s right, we’re talking about the onion rings, and National Onion Ring Day celebrates this delicious treat and its long history.

History of National Onion Ring Day

The origin of the onion rings is actually somewhat mysterious, but we do know that in 1802 a recipe was published in ”The Art of Cookery Made Easy and Refined.” This recipe describes a process of dipping ½” onion rings dipped into a rather flavorful mixture of flour with creams and cheeses and then boiling them in a vat of lard. Following on the heels of this was a suggestion to serve it with a sauce made of a mixture of mustard and butter.

Since then, there have been many refinements of the onion rings recipe, with a great debate existing on the proper method and what brings out the best flavor. There are hundreds of recipes involving different mixtures of batter to coat them in, different sauces to dip them in, and even the type of onions you use to prepare them.

As if that wasn’t complicated enough, there’s even a variety of onion rings that are made from an onion paste formed into a circle instead of an actual slice of onion. If you’ve ever enjoyed these delicious treats, then National Onion Ring Day provides you with an excuse to go to your favorite source and consume onion rings until you burst.

Onion rings aren’t just an invention of the western world. There’s also evidence that people experimented with the idea of covering strips of onion with batter and deep-frying them in developing countries too. In India, for instance, merchants would often sell fried, battered onion strips as street food – a quick snack that people could munch on the go.

As we discussed, historians have found examples of onion ring-like recipes that date back as far as 1802. With that said, there are restaurants in operation today that claim to be the originators of the idea.

Kirby’s Pig Stand – the famous historical restaurant chain – claims to have battered and served up the first official onion rings as far back as the 1920s. The restaurant’s location in Dallas, TX, was the first in the world to offer a drive-in service where people could collect food from the convenience of their vehicles.

In many ways, the outlet was the progenitor to the modern fast-food restaurant. The roof was red-tiled and pagoda-like in appearance, and the outer walls made heavy use of stucco to brighten the exterior. Over the years, the company built many more outlets, but eventually, chains like McDonald’s and Taco Bell bought them up. In 2006, the company went bankrupt, and the last restaurant closed.

How to celebrate National Onion Ring Day

National Onion Ring Day is your opportunity to get out there and enjoy your favorite deep-fried savory treat. They’re simple to make at home, and while a deep fryer is great, it isn’t essential in their preparation. There are even baked Onion Rings if you decide to go that way, but nothing beats the original. Just heat up a pan of oil until a small drop of batter starts to sizzle when dropped in, and then carefully submerge your coated Onion Rings one by one and cook until a golden brown. There are dozens of recipes online that you can try, and even more recipes for sauces to serve them with.

If making onion rings isn’t your idea of fun, but you like eating them, then you can head out to any one of the dozens of restaurant chains that serves them as part of their daily menu. While many fast-food chains offer onion rings, the best examples come from independent restaurants with proprietary recipes. It’s highly likely that you have at least one of these in your area, serving up rings in the traditional style. Look for local diners with a long history and experienced management. Family businesses tend to be the best.

Some people really don’t like onions. Many won’t go near them, even if they’re covered in batter and deep-fried, but that’s okay. You don’t have to eat onion rings, though, to celebrate National Onion Ring Day – you can branch out. Remember, onion rings were the inspiration for many of the fried snacks and sides that we enjoy today. French fries, deep-fried brie, and fried chicken are all delicious alternatives that you can try if you fancy something different.

There are so many reasons to celebrate National Onion Ring Day. Onion rings are one of the most popular snacks and have become a staple in many parts of the world. They’re a bit like French fries, but taste even more special and delicious in some cases. You can dip them, dunk them, and eat them alongside all your favorite sandwiches and hamburgers. You can even lay them out at a buffet at parties. They’re so flexible!

Onion rings are also instructive for people looking for culinary inspiration. John Mollard – the man behind the 1802 recipe – was a genius. It took the world more than a hundred years to catch up to his vision of the perfect snack. Could you come up with a new recipe that is way ahead of its time?

Happy National Onion Ring Day!

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[rocknrollmine]

Unveiling the Radiance: Raw Gems Design and the Art of Stacker Rings

In the world of jewelry, where elegance meets affordability, Raw Gems Design stands out as a beacon of creativity and sustainability. Recently we released stacker rings adorned with Herkimer diamonds, RGD seamlessly blends recycled silver and gold with intricate design, creating a collection that captivates the hearts of those who appreciate both beauty and ethical craftsmanship. The Allure of…

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Lean On Me (Part 7/7)

Pairing: Dr Michael 'Robby" Robinavitch x younger! Langdon's little sister! reader

The morning after and being honest with Frank

Warnings: 18+ only MDNI, explicit sexual content, P in V sex and oral (female receiving)

(a/n: I just really want to say thank you to everyone for the love I have received from this story! I haven't really written anything in years and this was a lovely reminder of how much I love it, so thank you!)

part six

taglist: @dayswithoutcoffee, @hagarsays, @4ishere, @omgbrianab, antisocialfiore, eugene-emt-roe @andabuttonnose @nosebeers @qardasngan

You wake up, bundled in your doona, alone. The other side of your bed is long gone cold as you reach out in search of Michael.

You were not unfamiliar with waking up to an empty bed after a night of passion but somehow you had thought last night had been different.

You feel the tears starting to well as you throw your head back into your pillow but a loud crash from your kitchen has you up and out of bed in a flash. 

You grab your doona and wrap it around yourself before grabbing the closest thing you can as a weapon, your ring holder that you had bought on a whim but never really used.

First Michael has left you after a night you can only describe as earth shattering,  and now probably because he left the front door unlocked you were getting robbed.

With your ceramic ring stacker in one hand and the other holding the doona tight around your naked body to give you some modesty you sneak into the kitchen.

You bring your arm up ready to stab at the intruder when they turn, your oven mitts in their hands and a hot fry pan in the other.

Michael.

He was still here.

In your kitchen.

In your kitchen, wearing your dressing gown, making eggs.

“Good morning…” He said looking wearily at the very sharp cone you still had in your hands.

“I thought you left?” You said weakly, putting the cone on the counter and wrapping the doona tighter around yourself.

His face immediately drops and the pan is back on the off stove as he wraps himself around you, his warm hands slipping through the doona and resting against your bare back.

“I woke up early so I walked Dog and wanted to make you breakfast.” he said against your neck as he kissed his way up and to your lips. 

“You walked Dog?” You said between gasps as his fingers, found your core under the doona, you were naked underneath and he slipped your covering off exposing you to the cool morning air.

“I made eggs.” he said as he slipped a finger inside you, dragging it slowly, painfully slowly, back out and in, just leaving you on the edge of arousal.

“I don’t have eggs.” you breath out, gasping for him as he adds a second finger. His thumb now resting against your clit, not moving but the pressure is enough for you to buck into him, trying to seek an end to the treacherous torture you feel as he holds you on just the edge of climax.

“You need to look after yourself.” he says as he removes his touch from you entirely, stepping away and looking down at you. You whimper as your body tries to follow him but he has his hands on your waist and lifts you onto the counter before you can protest further.

“Michea-” you start but he settles on the floor, he puts the doona against his knees for comfort which makes you laugh. 

“Let me look after you.” he practically pleaded as he snapped open your legs, his hands tight against your thighs as your laughter disappeared, replaced with a moan as his tongue swipes at your clit.

You pull your hips forward chasing his ministrations but the hands holding your thighs move higher and pin your hips to the cold counter. 

His tongue teases you, focusing on the stop that has you crying out his name but then he would stop, smirking up at you from between your legs.

“Please-” you pleaded as he moved his attention from the perfect spot moments before your orgasm took over.

“Shhhh!” he said as moved away slightly, groaning as he got to his feet. You wince slightly as his knees pop.

You want to make an old man joke, but it dies on your tongue as he leans over you, his chest grazing yours and picks up the brown paper bag that hadn’t been there last night.

“I went shopping this morning, while you slept.” he said as he watched you watch him, smirking as you tried to rub your aching core against his leg, still wrapped in your dressing gown.

“I got food, because you and Dog seem to be living off cheese toasties,” You shrugged but didn’t deny that it had been your main food group, “You also had no real coffee, only coffee syrup,” another truth, “and a lack of condoms anywhere in this place.”

“Haven’t needed them.” you tell him, a blush creeping up your neck and cheeks, “Not since I got home.”

His smirk turned feral as your words settled and his fingers almost bruised as he pulled you closer to him with one hand, the other grabbed a box from the bag and ripped it open all while keeping eye contact. 

He slips himself out of the dressing gown, but doesn’t remove it, you wrap your legs around his body, shivering as the warmth of the material is a vast contrast to the cool of the apartment and the hard counter under you.

“Look at me.” he purrs as he notices you have looked away, you do as you're told and look directly at him, his brown eyes lidded slightly as he looks into your soul. You can’t move even if you wanted to.

You had had lovers before, you had had nights of passion being either naughty weekends or one night stands. You had ever had moments that you had repeatedly thought about when alone.

But none of those moments were anything close to this, keeping eye contact with this man as he wraps himself, after ripping the package open with his teeth, before he pushes into you. His hand now on your chin forcing you to stay looking at him instead of throwing yourself back in ecstasy. 

“Michael-” you cry out as his hips snap against you, your body full and drowning in need and want. He removes his hand from your chin but you don’t look away, his brown eyes a fire as he leans in and kisses you, it's a battle of teeth and bruising as you both take what you need. His hand slips between you and rubs at your clit. 

The world erupts around you, you feel like you're free falling as you cry out against his lips as your long awaited climax rips through you. Michael pounds in harder, his body tight against yours as you cling to him, with clawed hands you drag your nails down your back and as another orgasm builds you bite down on his lip, holding him to you as he holds you up, your body spasming through the aftershocks. 

Michael comes quickly after that, his actions calming as he kisses you softly, his lips soothing against your own bruised lips.

He pulls out and throws the condom away as you lay down on the counter, your legs swinging off the edge, your mind completely blank as he puts the long forgotten doona over your lap.

You hear him laugh and turn slightly to look at him, the dressing gown still open, he's standing awkwardly by the stove top.

“What?”

“The eggs went cold.” he whined, looking very put out at the frypan filled with now cold scrambled eggs.

You sit up, groaning as your body creaked in protest, a night of fucking and then a morning of counter sex was not good for your back.

“Pancakes?” You say hopefully, your tummy is now rumbling.

“Frank then pancakes? Or Pancakes then Frank?” Michael asks and your stomach drops.

Frank.

You had just had a night of sex and passion with your brother's boss.

Fuck.

You jump from the counter and go to your room, you hear Michael calling after you but you slam the door and lean against it, sliding down to the ground.

Frank is your priority, you remind yourself, over and over again.

Frank.

Frank.

Frank.

Frank whose life was falling apart and his entire support system was you and Michael and now you two had blurred yourselves together in an inseparable way.

“Sweetheart?” Michael asks through the door, you can hear the fear in his voice.

“I think we made a mistake.” you whisper, tears falling as you hit your head against the closed door.

“What?”

“Frank-”

You feel more than hear Michael rest against the closed door, his weight pushing the door against your back and you lean further into it.

“Frank is a big boy-”

“He’s in rehab-”

“Sweetheart, I care about Frank. Believe me I do, but he’s a grown up and he can’t choose who you like or who likes you.”

Despite it all you can’t help but smile at what Michael said.

“You like me?”

He laughs and it makes your toes curl as you feel a little of the weight rise off your shoulders.

“Sweetheart, I just ate you out on your kitchen counter, of course I like you.”

“Am I being ridiculous?”

“Maybe, but I like you anyway.”

“Can we not tell Frank yet?” you barely whisper it but Michael confirms immediately and your heart soars at his kindness and understanding. Another man might have argued, demanded to not be hidden but Michael was confident enough in himself to know that it wasn’t about him. 

“Can you open this door so we can get pancakes?” he begs, a little whine lacing his words.

You finally laugh and get off the floor and open the door.

“I say we see Frank and then get pancakes.”

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You had walked in together but separately, not holding hands or kissing (which you had done for the whole walk from the apartment). 

You had even sat down on separate couches, not even talking to each other, just letting Frank do the talking.

He had been excited to talk about the visit he had had the day before with the kids, and that he had spoken with the Hospital Board about a return to work (with lots of restrictions).

But in a moment to relieve a silence in the conversation, you retold a funny story about Dog, who had escaped just as you had tried to leave this morning.

“She got out and just stood there in the hallway, daring me to chase her so I did because I’m an idiot, then the moment I got close to her she just ran straight back into the apartment, straight through my legs and everything! Then Michael tried to grab her and she ran back into the hallway. This went on for like fifteen minutes before we realised we could just close the front room when she ran to Mich-”

“Why were you there?” Frank asks, a small smile tugging on his face as he looks between the both of you, Michael suddenly finds the floor very interesting and your stomach is doing somersaults after you realised you had misspoken.

You want to lie to your brother, to keep your relationship private, but you were also terrible at lying to Frank about anything (except work related lies) so as Michael blurted out his answer you blurted out yours.

“I just offered to walk here with her.” 

“We had sex on your couch!”

The silence that came after that was awkward as Michael’s face was flushed red and he started to stutter something.

“You what?”

“Sex on your couch- we’re having sex.” 

“Sweeth-”

“You are sleeping with Dr Robby?”

“Yeah- I wasn’t going to tell you but it kind of slipped out.”

“Why were you not going to tell me?”

“Because you’re in rehab and you don’t need this kind of thing and I don’t know where we are going but it's fun and it's good and he knows what I do for a living and he's okay with it and it's good, oh my god Frank it is soooo good!”

STOP! For fucks sake stop talking you scream at yourself but the word vomit keeps on coming no matter how loud you scream.

“And Dog likes him, she lets him rub her belly which is rare and he made me eggs! I don’t think anyones made me eggs before! I mean we didn’t eat them because then we had se-”

“I beg you, please stop!” Frank says, his own face now as red as Michaels. Both men look like they want the world to crack open and swallow them whole.

You stop and focus on your hands resting on your lap and wait, the silence as Frank processes and Michael mutters something under his breath, is stifling but you stay quiet.

“You know my sister’s a stripper?” Frank says matter of factly to his boss, his whole body and attention focused on the older man.

“You know your sister’s a stripper?” Michael returns the question and you watch like it's the weirdest game of tennis.

“I do.”

“And you never stopped her?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“I made note of every dollar she spent on me from high school to graduation, I had every intention of paying her back.”

“But you never stopped the stripping?”

“I couldn’t have stopped her- have you met my sister, once her mind was made up that's it. I could have demanded she stop, I could have fought her about it but it wouldn’t have stopped her. It would have just made her feel wrong about trying to make a living.”

“That's true!” you cut in, and remind them both you are still in the room, “Michael, I was always going to do what I had to, which includes stripping, and no one could have stopped me, not even Frank.”

Frank nodded and you jabbed him in the knee, “And you are not paying me back, I don’t care about money, I cared about getting you through school.”

Frank smiled and then turned to Michael, an evil glint dancing across his face.

“If you’ve slept with my sister, does that now mean I’m your best friend?”

Michael laughs and you lean across the space between your and Frank's chairs and slap his shoulder.

“Sleeping with your sister doesn’t mean he’s your best friend!”

“It does make him my best resident though!” Michael said, a serious look on his face which lasted all of two seconds before he and Frank were both laughing.

“I hate you both!” you say, lying through your teeth.

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Dating Doctor Michael Robinavitch is not an easy task. Between your hours and him back on the day shift you are ships passing in the night most days. With stolen moments in an ambulance bay as you bring him lunch or in the back alley of the club as you take Dog out for a toilet break. 

But Frank finishes rehab after five weeks; he had chosen to stay a little longer to clear his head. He moves back in and you love every moment of spending time with him. You make breakfast for him when you get home in the mornings, as you eat dinner and then you wake in the evenings to get ready for work he's made your breakfast alongside his dinner. 

Your weekends are filled with your nieces who you adore, and Frank spoils them rotten as he tries to make up for lost time. You catch up with his wife some mornings and enjoy the comfortable familiarity of a friend who's been there for years.

You spend nights and days at Michaels when he's off work, enjoying the time you're taking to get to know each other. You learnt that he was raised by his grandparents and that he’s deathly allergic to bees. In return you talk about Europe, about really specific moulding on a church from Romania you are dying to see.

Being with Michael is the happiest you think you may have ever been. And you can’t really work out when it happened but you slowly start reducing your shifts at the club, Holly quits and then so did Joe, and with Frank sharing the costs of the apartment after taking a couple of tutoring jobs you find your credit card payments up to date and close the ones that are done. 

You let yourself into Michael's apartment one day, a few months into dating, Franks due back at the Hospital in a week and you need to leave him alone because his panic studying is driving you both mental. So you head to Michaels with the intention of surprising him with a home cooked dinner and wine (something you don’t keep at Franks anymore). 

But as you walk into his kitchen you're surprised by Michael already there, his kitchen counter, which is normally clear of all things, is covered in leaflets and brochures.

“Hey?” You say standing in the doorway, arms filled with shopping that now has nowhere to put them.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” he says, trying to grab all the leaflets and brochures and hide them behind his back. 

You place the groceries on the floor and grab one.

It’s for an online college, specialising in art history.

You snatch another one, another online course for historical architecture. 

“What?” You say, lost for words.

Michael rounds the counter and holds the rest of them out for you to grab.

“Don’t be mad-”

“Great way to start a sentence!” You say, as you flick through each and every leaflet. All of them for online courses or courses at the University of Pittsburgh and all of them somehow related to History or Art or both.

“You told me a few weeks ago you got your GED a few years back and I thought that since everythings starting to settle down, maybe you would want to do something with it.” Michael talks fast and starts grabbing random leaflets from your hand and explaining each course.

But you don’t really listen, you can’t hear him through the roar of blood rushing to your head. Each and every one of these courses cost more than you could afford, you would be back at the club working every night to cover the costs of a class, you wouldn’t be able to cover anything else other than the courses, no rent, no food, no vet bills for Dog.

“Michael, I can’t afford these.” you whisper before putting everything back on the counter and stepping away, “It’s a lovely thought, but I can’t afford college and bills and life. I’ve just pulled myself out of debt.”

“Frank and I have already worked that out! There’s scholarships for mature aged students,” you scoff at that term, which makes him laugh, “and Frank is going to settle your books and rent now that he's back at work or you move in here and I don’t take any rent from you.”

“Michael-”

“Just think about it okay, take these home and look through them. If you don’t want to study I won’t talk you into it but don’t think about the costs.”

“I can-”

“Sweetheart let someone else take care of you, for once.” he curls into you and you melt into his touch. Everything felt right when you were in his arms, and all the problems and arguments that had been on your tongue melted away as you clung tightly to him.

“How about this?” You say against his chest, “You make dinner and I’ll have a look at these.”

He kisses your forehead, his beard tickling your skin as he lets go and grabs the long forgotten groceries.

“What am I making?”

“Eggplant parm with crispy potatoes!”

“Your favourite?”

“No.”

“I thought it was your favourite?” confusion etched on his face, his beautiful face.

“No- you’re my favourite.” you say as cornily as possible as he gently throws a potato at you.

You had truly never been as happy as you were at this moment, throwing back baby potatoes at the man you love. 

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Little Space Gear: Masterlist

(Thanks @mystarrybrain15 for requesting this!)

For a lot of Littles, having gear is a very important part of regressing.  And there’s so many choices!  Food, clothes, toys, self-care–and the list goes on.  So, I thought I’d make a sort of masterlist of various gear, to hopefully give some inspiration for things you might want to add to your Little Space. 

Note, I doubt everyone uses everything on this list; we all have different preferences and needs, so use what’s comfortable for you.  Some regressors don’t use any gear at all, some use a lot; just do what makes you happy! Remember that regression doesn’t look a certain way, so you don’t have to use a specific set of gear to be valid.

Mostly, this is geared towards newer regressors, but I hope it can be helpful for anyone looking for ideas.  If you have any suggestions, then feel free to comment them and I’ll add them to the list! Happy regressing everyone!

-Marty 🎈

Pacifier

Pacifier clip

Communication cards (for nonverbal Littles)

iPad

Teether

Chewlery

Rattle

Diapers

Bubble Bath

Bath toys

Craft kits (I love the Crayola ones!)

Lotion

Baby/kid friendly soaps (the kinds that won’t sting your eyes!)

Ball pit

Playpen

Indoor slide

Play mat

Outdoor playset

Stuffed animals

Figure toys

Bubbles

Mobile

 A Little Space Journal

Stickers

Dolls

Coloring books

Crayons, markers, paints, etc

Doll house

 Kid-friendly/nostalgic video games

Chalk

A Little Space playlist

Movies/TV shows

 Snacks (fruit snacks, apple slices, carrots, candy, etc) 

Drinks (juice, milk, water, etc)

Sippy cup

Bottle

Straw cup

 Kids board/card games (Candy Land, Chutes and Ladders, Uno, etc)

 Blanket

Storybooks

Audio books

Bib

Bath bombs

Crib

Backpack (for carrying other gear in)

Kids dishware

Fidget toys

 White noise machine or app

 Pajamas, onesies, or whatever clothes make you feel small

Kids apps

Busy board

 Puzzles

Activity books

Headphones

Tent

Magnet toys

Baby powder

Shape sorter

Ring stacker

Sensory bin

Kinetic sand

Musical instrument

Lego/Lego Duoplo

Blocks

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If it's not too much bother I would also like to request some more Little!Lord Raiden headcanons please thank you! 🥺❤️

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It's not a bother at all!! <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Regressor Lord Raiden Hcs pt 3

⛈️ I can’t believe I never spoke of this but I think Lord Raiden would really enjoy falling asleep to rain noises, especially Little Raiden

⛈️ It was Kitana who showed him them when he was small and she was babysitting him, and he was out like a light

⛈️ Raiden doesn’t have many regression items . . . Until his friends realize he doesn’t have many regression items

⛈️ Suddenly, he has a lot of things!! Some basic items, like some coloring books and crayons, but also some more harder to hide things, like those baby ring stacker things and some blocks!

⛈️ They’d get him those jumbo crayons too!! Cause they make him feel littler, also he has a habit of breaking normal crayons and it makes him really sad

⛈️ But the only problem is that they don’t tell him when they got him something, more times than not the object just appears on his bed

⛈️ . . . That does not mean the person who gave the gift is sneaky about it at all

⛈️ One time Jax literally put his name on the From card on a duck plushie

⛈️ ^ The plushie means the WORLD to Raiden . . . On his shelf, where it’ll stay safe

⛈️ Yeah he has a bit of a difficult time playing pretend and imagination, but toys like the ring stacks are fun for a bit!!

⛈️ He likes the blocks too, but one time Cassie knocked them over by accident and he keeps getting sad when he looks at them because his castle was destroyed once and he doesn’t wanna build another one now :(

⛈️ Speaking of Cassie, I think the Kombat Kids would think Little Raiden is very entertaining!!

⛈️ They’re used to big scary Lord Raiden, not a quiet Raiden that’s kicking the table leg because it’s funny

⛈️ They’re all candy bribers. Every single one of them.

⛈️ Lord Raiden would whine and complain about using pacis before trying them out

⛈️ He can't use that!! Hes a God! Protector of Earthrealm! What if someone sees? Or makes fun of him? Or his teeth get messed up? Did we forget the fact that he’s a God, not a mortal?

⛈️ But when he does, finally, use one, he's hooked

⛈️ He never sucked thumbs or used teether before, but likes having a soother anyways, they’re especially useful when he’s having a difficult time slipping or is having a difficult time in general

⛈️ His blankie is still his number one favorite object though, sorry Jax’s Duck

⛈️ ^ That duck also does not have a name, Fujin laughed when Raiden called it Duckie and Raiden refused to name it afterwards

⛈️ Another favorite activity Raiden has are those children activity books (whehter it’s a coloring book with activities, or those young children school help things)

⛈️ Most times he’s more of an age dreamer, so simple math or connect the dots are easier for him

⛈️ Plus if he does have any fuss, Fujin can easily help him solve the problem!!

⛈️ And Raiden still gets praised for figuring it out!! . . . Even though he didn’t do much work

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

So sorry this ones shorter than most!!

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Mr. Tick-Tock!

This funny alarm clock fella is one of the last few mid-bosses left to draw for Kirby's Adventure, and is the game's main provider of the rare Mike ability, as this was before Walky was introduced (kinda, we'll get there.) The idea is that the Mike ability lets Kirby do damage by making loud sounds, and alarm clocks are a good way to represent the loud sound aspect moreso than just the idea of music. Mr. Tick-Tock's only real attack is to ring it's bells and send giant music notes after Kirby, but these can also be spit back out at the mid-boss, as is the classic hubris of Kirby bosses... Besides Adventure and it's remake, Mr. Tick-Tock reappears in Kirby Super Star Ultra in the Revenge of the King sub-game specifically, where it still gives the Mike ability. It's also implied that Mr. Tick-Tock might have a child, as a character known as Tick-Tock Jr. appears in the Kirby Star Stacker games. I don't know if there's any official statement about their relation, but it seems likely! I hope one day we get to see them actually interact.

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If there's a moment from Pacific Rim that rotates in my mind nonstop is when Raleigh challenges Pentecost to let Mako fight him.

Through the movie, he's being fairly passive EXCEPT when he's speaking to the Marshall. He takes care of not reacting too badly to the provocations he receives, be them incidental or not. He answers to both Newt, Mako and Herc with advice, ignoring Chuck as much as he can because he knows Chuck won't listen.

That's the post-Knifehead Raleigh, wise and always self-regulated, patiently analyzing the moment, gently guiding others or keeping his silence if convenient. He is more mature, older in both age and experience.

He's still a leader though. He is more subtle about it, maybe, but his presence is equally felt and it impacts just as hard as before his brother died. He's the type to use his body language to communicate: smiles and hard glares, a hand on the shoulder or leaning into the other's personal space, puffed chest and wide stances, a tilt of the head, turning the other way, etc. This Raleigh takes care on not going to hard on others, just in case.

It's only when Pentecost gets involved that we're allowed a peak at his old self, confident and loud and open in a way that sucks the air from the room and commands attention.

"Don't think your brightest can cut it in the ring with me?"

Even if it's phrased nicely, it's an open jab to Pentecost, but not to Mako.

He knows 1. that she wants to fight him and 2. that she might kick his ass. He is not trying to disrespect Mako with what he's saying. In fact, if I remember correctly, the Marshall called Mako "one of the brightest" not "the brightest". Earlier on the room scene, Raleigh evaluated her: she has almost everything to be a pilot, except the experience. He knows that. He wants to offer her the chance. He's showing major respect for her skills!!!

A good punch minds its target when thrown and we know the Beckets were some of the best throwing punches. And in that moment, Raleigh was not a has-been, not a man full of grievance paying for the consequences of his actions.

He was young and bold, the gambler that he was when Yancy was alive. Cocky, raising his chin and speaking like he was in a card game with the best hand. Completely unbothered by the bet.

Don't YOU think YOUR brightest can cut it in the ring with ME?

Raleigh is putting in doubt the judgment of the Marshall, the reputation of the program and he's basically elevating himself, all in one phrase. If the person considered the best on the jaeger program by the Marshall himself can not defeat him on a spar... then they're pretty fucked up, because he hasn't touch a jaeger in 5 years.

It's also full of irony. Are you telling him that the best candidate won't even spar with him? Isn't it the last chance? End of the world type of situation? Why's the Marshall holding back and why can't Mako fight him? Kinda funny, Raleigh could have taken it as an insult to his skills, but knows it's not that either. There his emphasis in "this is not a fight, it's more like a conversation" speech.

The fucker is also inviting the whole public in attendance to think like him, addressing the elephant in the room and pressuring Stacker.

My point is: Raleigh can take control over any situation if he wants to. That's not something he can forget how to do. He's a natural leader and people wants to follow him, they respect and admire him. Has-been or not, Raleigh is the protagonist of course, but also he's the Stacker parallel. Doesn't care about orders if there's lives on the line, plays dirty whenever he needs to, knows when to stay silent but also knows when to pressure to get what he wants, commands from loyalty and respect and not from fear...

Raleigh is not afraid of going toe to toe with the Marshall, to the point Stacker has to put the kid in his place after he tells them about his decision of grounding Mako. I think that most people don't get to see that version of Raleigh nowadays. Anyone could mistake his calmness for submission, but it's not.

It's what some writers get wrong about him in fics and other media. This man is not weak or broken or letting people step over him. He is in total control, in every moment, in every situation-- and if he let's someone take over, it's because he wants them to.

[laneybishop89]

Helloo

For the emoji game

Carlos 🥰

🍪Are they a picky eater?

💐Clingy or independent?

🪁How do they play?

⭐️Who do you see as their main caregiver?

Thank you for the ask! And about Carlos, my beloved!!

🍪 Are they a picky eater? - I don’t think that Carlos is overly picky, but there are some foods where the texture is more of an issue than flavor. He’s human though, so of course he doesn’t like certain foods, but he will try to eat them anyway to be polite! This is something Judd and Grace work on with him!

💐 Clingy or Independent? - if you ask Carlos, he’s very independent, thank you very much. But really, he’s no where near as independent as he would think. He is going to become extremely clingy to Judd in the long fic about him and he really doesn’t want to be alone!

🪁 How do they play? - Carlos is very into stacking and sorting. I think it’s been shown a little in what’s been posted, but he sorts cars by type and color, he stacks things. His favorite toy of all time is going to be a stacker! He likes things to be neat and in order. He’s very meticulous about it and he can play with a ring stacker or sorting toy for hours without getting bored!

⭐️ Who do you see as their main caregiver? - Judd, without a doubt. I don’t know how it came about, the pairing of the two of them together. If it was me who latched on, or my friend that I mull things over with, but it just makes sense. They’re both Texas men, I think they can be similar in a lot of ways and Judd is such a teddy bear of a man and Carlos is so little and together they are the perfect duo!

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[aprocessionofthoughts]

To stay awake

ai-less whumptober 2023 day 2- exhaustion fandom-batman TW: non fatal injury summary- Tim is not exhausted

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Tim was not exhausted. Nope. Not one bit. Was he on his fifteenth cup of coffee, sure. Had Alfred switched it to decaf five cups ago, sure. But that didn’t mean he was exhausted. No sirree. He could stay awake for another ten hours. No, thirteen hours! Which was why it was perfectly fine that he was on this mission. Nothing could possibly go wrong. 

And as soon as the goons stopped resisting arrest. He would go home  to Wayne Manor and maybe, just maybe rest for a bit. 

“Red Robin!”

Tim turns, but it’s too late. He feels a bullet hit his shoulder and then he’s falling over.

Okay, maybe he is a bit tired. Usually he could keep fighting with a measly bullet wound. He was starting to feel a bit faint and blackness was eating away at his vision. Which, rude. Why would it want to eat his vision? He needed that. How could he read case notes and watch Death Note without it?

And, hey, would you look at that. That was his brother Nightwing hovering above him. He looked worried. Tim hoped the mission had gone well. Batman would be a real pain, albeit a brooding one, if this drug ring wasn’t taken down.

“Tim!”

“Names,” he muttered.

The face above him twitched and said something else Tim didn’t quite catch. 

And then his shoulder was on fire.

What the stinker-stacker-bubblegum-wrappers was Nightwing doing! Was he trying to murder Tim with pain? Who cared about staunching the bleeding if it caused him this much pain? 

And now they were moving him. Great. More pain. What fun. 

Maybe now he’d listen to Alfred and actually get some sleep. 

Yup, sleep sounded nice.

****

Tim woke up to the beeping of his alarm. 

Wait? Hadn’t he broken his alarm clock when he’d accidentally thrown it across his room when it woke him up last Tuesday? Had someone already replaced it, because he sure hadn’t.

He lifted his arm prepared to accidentally send this one to the same fate as its predecessor, when his arm twinged painfully.

Oh, right.

He was shot.

He opened his eyes and looked around. His alarm was in fact a heart monitor. 

The door of the medical room opened and his dad Bruce came through carrying a tray with tea and what Tim assumed was breakfast. 

“Oh, Tim, you're awake.”

“Hey, Bruce.”

“How are you feeling, bud?”

“Fine.”

Bruce gave him a look and Tim barely resisted fidgeting. Bruce remained silent. That’s alright, Tim could play the silent game too. 

Finally, Bruce sighed. “When was the last time you slept, Tim?”

Tim furrowed his brows, “just now.”

“Actually slept, not just fell unconscious.”

“Umm…”

“You need to take better care of yourself, Tim. You could get seriously hurt if you go out without enough rest. You already did.” Bruce said, gesturing towards him.

Wow. What a hypocrite. Bruce could do whatever he wanted and put himself in whatever danger he wanted and the rest of them just had to deal with it. But Tim goes and skips a little sleep to finish a few cases and suddenly he was in the wrong. It wasn’t fair. Tim tried really hard to get everything done right. He had to prove himself. But Bruce was never satisfied. Tim was always doing something wrong.

“I’ll do better.” Tim muttered.

“This isn’t about doing better, Tim, it’s about taking care of yourself. And… I know that I’m not always the best example, but I don’t want you to get injured because you were following my example.”

Tim stared at him. “Alred!”

“Is something the matter, Master Tim?” Alfred said coming in quickly.

“I think something’s wrong with Bruce.”

Bruce sighed. Alfred turned to look at him, an eyebrow raised.

“Dick’s been coaching me.”

Ah, that made sense.

“Tim!” Dick said, running in. “I heard you’re awake.  How are you feeling? Are you in any pain? Can I get you anything? A book? No wait, that’s what Jason would want. A computer? Wait no, we need you to rest, not do more casework.”

“Leave the poor kid along, Dickiebird.” Jason said, shoving past him. “How are you feeling, Timberlina?”

“I’m–”

“And don’t you dare say fine.”

Tim huffed in exasperation. Time for redirection. “Where’s Damian?”

“He’s at school right now, but he said to tell you that you better not end up dead.”

That was probably as much concern as Damian would share.

And as they started discussing upcoming events, bat and Wayne related, and asking him if he wanted to join their trip to the zoo later that week (it was originally going to be just Dick and Damian but they had already roped Jason into going), and Bruce looked at him fondly, Alfred standing over by the door with a slight smile, at the fact that Jason and Dick were still here instead of back at their apartments, Tim thought that maybe, just maybe, these people his family might actually care about him beyond just Red Robin.

Or maybe that was just the exhaustion talking.

Yeah. That made more sense.

It was just the exhaustion.

[rabbitcruiser]

National Onion Ring Day

Crisp, fried, a bit sweet—onion rings are the fancy cousin of the French fry. Have a taste-test with various dipping sauces, or get samples from different places.

They’re rich and crisp and delicious, surprisingly sweet for a flavor so often related to being spicy and the source of tears. But something about the process of breading them in a flavorful coating and deep-frying them in a vat of oil brings out the delicious flavors hidden inside. They come in towers and flowers, giant-sized and tiny, and they’re a favorite at burger joints all over the world. That’s right, we’re talking about the onion rings, and National Onion Ring Day celebrates this delicious treat and its long history.

History of National Onion Ring Day

The origin of the onion rings is actually somewhat mysterious, but we do know that in 1802 a recipe was published in ”The Art of Cookery Made Easy and Refined.” This recipe describes a process of dipping ½” onion rings dipped into a rather flavorful mixture of flour with creams and cheeses and then boiling them in a vat of lard. Following on the heels of this was a suggestion to serve it with a sauce made of a mixture of mustard and butter.

Since then, there have been many refinements of the onion rings recipe, with a great debate existing on the proper method and what brings out the best flavor. There are hundreds of recipes involving different mixtures of batter to coat them in, different sauces to dip them in, and even the type of onions you use to prepare them.

As if that wasn’t complicated enough, there’s even a variety of onion rings that are made from an onion paste formed into a circle instead of an actual slice of onion. If you’ve ever enjoyed these delicious treats, then National Onion Ring Day provides you with an excuse to go to your favorite source and consume onion rings until you burst.

Onion rings aren’t just an invention of the western world. There’s also evidence that people experimented with the idea of covering strips of onion with batter and deep-frying them in developing countries too. In India, for instance, merchants would often sell fried, battered onion strips as street food – a quick snack that people could munch on the go.

As we discussed, historians have found examples of onion ring-like recipes that date back as far as 1802. With that said, there are restaurants in operation today that claim to be the originators of the idea.

Kirby’s Pig Stand – the famous historical restaurant chain – claims to have battered and served up the first official onion rings as far back as the 1920s. The restaurant’s location in Dallas, TX, was the first in the world to offer a drive-in service where people could collect food from the convenience of their vehicles.

In many ways, the outlet was the progenitor to the modern fast-food restaurant. The roof was red-tiled and pagoda-like in appearance, and the outer walls made heavy use of stucco to brighten the exterior. Over the years, the company built many more outlets, but eventually, chains like McDonald’s and Taco Bell bought them up. In 2006, the company went bankrupt, and the last restaurant closed.

How to celebrate National Onion Ring Day

National Onion Ring Day is your opportunity to get out there and enjoy your favorite deep-fried savory treat. They’re simple to make at home, and while a deep fryer is great, it isn’t essential in their preparation. There are even baked Onion Rings if you decide to go that way, but nothing beats the original. Just heat up a pan of oil until a small drop of batter starts to sizzle when dropped in, and then carefully submerge your coated Onion Rings one by one and cook until a golden brown. There are dozens of recipes online that you can try, and even more recipes for sauces to serve them with.

If making onion rings isn’t your idea of fun, but you like eating them, then you can head out to any one of the dozens of restaurant chains that serves them as part of their daily menu. While many fast-food chains offer onion rings, the best examples come from independent restaurants with proprietary recipes. It’s highly likely that you have at least one of these in your area, serving up rings in the traditional style. Look for local diners with a long history and experienced management. Family businesses tend to be the best.

Some people really don’t like onions. Many won’t go near them, even if they’re covered in batter and deep-fried, but that’s okay. You don’t have to eat onion rings, though, to celebrate National Onion Ring Day – you can branch out. Remember, onion rings were the inspiration for many of the fried snacks and sides that we enjoy today. French fries, deep-fried brie, and fried chicken are all delicious alternatives that you can try if you fancy something different.

There are so many reasons to celebrate National Onion Ring Day. Onion rings are one of the most popular snacks and have become a staple in many parts of the world. They’re a bit like French fries, but taste even more special and delicious in some cases. You can dip them, dunk them, and eat them alongside all your favorite sandwiches and hamburgers. You can even lay them out at a buffet at parties. They’re so flexible!

Onion rings are also instructive for people looking for culinary inspiration. John Mollard – the man behind the 1802 recipe – was a genius. It took the world more than a hundred years to catch up to his vision of the perfect snack. Could you come up with a new recipe that is way ahead of its time?

Happy National Onion Ring Day!

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[weirdoldstans]

I adore college-30’sFord being a baby! Our guy stays under stress between studying, testing, trying desperately to be enough for his dad, and wanting his estranged brother more than anything. It’s no wonder he ends up with a fondness for baby things. He finds comfort in a nice warm diaper on his tushie. Makes him feel all cute and small. He likes sorting toys where shapes fit into certain holes, ring stackers, and easy puzzles that occupy that big brain of his, just in simple repetitive way. Maybe on some of his worse off nights, he has one of those toy chatter phones he sniffly pretends he’s talking to Stan on. By the time Stan comes to his home, he has quite the collection of baby stuff that he has locked away and hasn’t been able to use because he’s terrified that Bill will set fire to all of it and he just can’t handle the idea. Cue some plot stuff where Stan and him team up and beat Bill and after everything Stan finds his things and Ford is mortified but Stan just runs to his bag and shows him his own little collection that he has!

YESSS OH I LOVE IT

wahhh ford locking away his biggest source of comfort bc it's better than seeing it all destroyed...babyyy...

AND!! stan showing him he likes the same things!! such a weight off ford's shoulders!! BABY BOY

[commenter2]

"The Promening" review

No time for an intro, IT’S THE PROM EPISODE!!

I’m still really liking the Glitch Productions opening theme. I wonder if they would ever consider making a longer version of it? I challenge any song writers here or on YouTube to make a song about it.

Lights turning themselves off, not ominous at all.

(Reading missing poster) Great even in the distant future, The Office is still around.

If there machines, why do the drones need to wear glasses when they could replace them with spare parts? Then again having “spare parts” of fellow drones would probably be creepy.

So the metallic insects aren’t a part of Doll’s powers but are their own organisms.

I’m not going to question the drone with the burning hat, as it doesn’t matter….literally as he is a robot and fire can’t hurt robots.

Though it shows her crazy side, it’s nice to see Uzi trying to protect N when she realizes he is a suspect.

Uzi’s mother was crazy too!

Again, nice to see Uzi’s father try and help her.

Hanging out with the cheerleaders AND having your parent chaperoning a dance, this IS an angsty teens nightmare XD

N’s dramatic NO XD

Callback AND N is starting to remember his past!

It was cute seeing the bug wave to Uzi when she stops to not step on it.

Looks likes Lizzy knows Doll isn’t a regular Drone AND is working with her. A bit surprising but fitting with her bitchy personality.

When you ignore the head slicing (especially since DD’s can regenerate) it’s nice to see V caring about N.

The scene of Uzi’s DD powers activating every time she touches her left hand is interesting as it hints at her eventually learning to control it. However wouldn’t it be more fitting if she used her right hand as not only does it differ from Doll but that was the hand that got stabbed by N in the pilot.

So Doll IS a DD spy and want to let in V!

Blood? Or is the light effecting the color?

Wear the suit N!

Man Uzi is a fast and silent stacker!

Oh yeah, I’ve seen many Friday Night Funkin videos where Ruv has said that. Classic saying.

N IS WEARING THE SUIT!! :D

And Uzi X N shippers rejoiced!

Cat face Uzi :3

I give up, does anyone see a Waldo in the prom audience?

Drones doing the robot. Saddest shit you will ever see.

GO Thad!

Khan (after seeing teacher drinking): Does that even do anything for you?

Teacher (after swig): Not anymore.

Chibi robot poster!

The idea of Lizzy and V hanging out is interesting to me and I REALLY HOPE we see them interacting like this in later episodes, maybe actually becoming friends in the process or more as I think Lizzy might be a lesbian as she did say V was hotter then Doll.

So Doll’s plan isn’t to get with N OR help the DD cause but get revenge on V!

Knowing Lizzy is the daughter of the principal must mean something, even if it’s just knowing he will likely kick Uzi out of school cause his daughter was in danger. At least then she could go and find out what is going on with N.

That robot speaking after Rebecca, and saying V is cute to a female drone (maybe his date?) is another small example of how random and funny the shows humor is.

“Not… THE DOORS!” XD XD XD

OH NO! Doll’s plans is to Carrie V!

So Doll’s origins are that she witnessed V killing her parents, and now wants revenge. This ends my theory about her wanting to be with N, BUT NOW make me wonder who the new robot in N’s flashback is supposed to be?

That symbol’s new! I mean it’s just the hexagon with electron like rings around it, but still it must mean something.

As seen on Doll’s HUD, we now know that the telekinetic/ferrokinetic powers don’t work on things like itself, in this case Uzi, giving us more confirmation that Uzi is not an average worker drone.

Aww Uzi and N’s first flirt fight.

Trailer scene!

Bye Doll, you will be missed. At least now we can get some answers.

IDK why but just see Uzi and the others glowing eyes in the dark was pretty funny. Though how come N and V’s acid and head lights weren’t glowing until the lights came on?

N also doesn’t squish the bug. Uzi X N CONFIRMED XD

It’s funny how the dramatic scene of Uzi about to eat MD oil is just followed by an out of range shot of her finger being pulled out with a pop, and N giving her a thumbs up not knowing what happened.

Doll! Wow she can make some really cool holograms. I hope she uses that more to fight Uzi and the others in the future as that is the kind thing I want to see in later villains.

We finally see Uzi use her powers! It’s also interesting that Doll’s first reaction is that she is sorry for Uzi, but after seeing Uzi’s necklace having the same symbol as Doll’s bracelet makes it understandable. It also gives me a new theory about Doll and Uzi but more on that later, I can say that Uzi and Doll aren’t like this because they were infected by Disassembly Drones.

The other Murder Drones have arri IS THAT A HUMAN?

I’m kind of hoping it’s not as I have previously stated my want to get new robot models in the show. Maybe she could be that robot from N's flashback but was altered differently. If it is, then either JCJ has developed tight outfits that can protect wearers from radiated planets OR most likely, the planet was never hazardous but people think that that so humans can go back to the planet. As for why I’ll explain at the end of the video.

J 2.0!!!! I wonder if she’s bitchier than the OG J?

At least with this Tessa character, we now know how Uzi and the others will get to Earth now.

Another great episode with an interesting theme and a few new villains that we can expect to see in future episodes. Out of all we learned in this episode, I now have a new theory about what is going on with Uzi and Doll.

Though we don’t know much about JCJenson still, we can safely say they built robots and likely wanted to make better models as the company grew. I theorized that while on the planet, the corporation tested out a new advance version of the Worker Drones who had the ability to interact with metal and electrical objects, which would make moving heavy items and fixing computer errors easier and cut cost on making more drones and hiring humans to do that kind of stuff.

Of course something went wrong with their programming and these “Hacker Drones” as I’ll call them went rogue when they wanted to live regular lives like humans and caused chaos on the planet, likely being the real reason why the planet exploded as seen in the pilot. Now free of their human creators, the “Hacker Drones” were able to blend in with the Worker Drones and finally live their own lives alongside them, some even having kids like Doll and Uzi’s mothers who inherited their abilities which were unlocked when going through their unique traumas.

Realizing having robots like this still around could be dangerous, JCJenson created the Dissassembly Drones to hunt and destroy them BUT since the “Hacker Drones” looked like the average Worker Drone, they had no choice but to lie and quarantine the planet and have the Disassembly Drones hunt every robot just to be safe, and to prevent there company from bad press.

What did you think about the episode? What was your favorite part and do YOU have any theorizes about what will happen later in the series?