#straw pelletizer

[homeofhousechickens]

is there a reason mj is on pellets and not the others? also, idk if this applies to birds, but isnt pine harmful? ik with reptiles we have to avoid pine and cedar bc reptiles have sensitive respiratory systems, and those woods can aggravate it. (NOT trying to accuse you of being a bad keeper, this is just what i know. its also for a totally different animal)

Since Mj is a hen she has bigger wetter poops then my boys so it's mostly to just be a bit less smelly and easier to keep clean. With puppy pads she was getting her feathers dirty and stained pretty often. On pine pellets she keeps herself pristine.

The pine pellets are safe in my experience, my vet has no problem with it and my birds have never had respiratory issues from it. Only thing I dislike about it is that it gets pretty dusty which can be irritating, but shavings get everywhere and aren't as absorbent, so I just prefer them.

Also the wood is processed in a way that gets rid of irritating oils before it becomes a pellet. Wood based bedding is pretty much the norm when it comes to poultry at least in my area.

[gilmose]

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[chrollohearttags]

cowboy reiner falls in love wit farmer yn🐮

ughhh!! The country girl in me just started squealing 🥹😭 this is so cute

side note: y’all listen to this while reading because it fits so perfect!

no one ever expected Reiner Braun to settle down. Not in a million years would they have ever thought to see the quiet, country boy…always spotted riding around town in his F250 pick up truck with his pit bull in the passenger seat, find his misses. Not because he wasn’t attractive or because he was a ladies man, he was just devoted to ranching. A hard working man with no room for dating, not to mention his shy demeanor. Hoping to find a girl that understood him or his lifestyle. But that all changed when he saw her..the girl with the jet black curls tucked underneath the straw hat, deep set chocolate eyes, full plump lips stained with gloss…dark mahogany skin glistening in the beaming sunlight..an absolute vision of beauty if he had ever set his sights on one. “Name’s (y/n)…nice to meet ‘ya.” uttering to him in that sweet, southern twang that sent his heart racing a million miles a minute. Not to mention that gleaming smile that could light an entire city block. That handsome face and chiseled cheeks turned tomato red that day in the feed store; standing next to him in line with a thirty pound bag of poultry pellets draped over your shoulders. He couldn’t believe such a tiny thing like you were even capable of carrying it but them again, many people paled in comparison to his six foot five, three hundred fifty pound stature..besides, he’d really be taken aback when he discovered that said feed was for the animals on the farm you raised and managed entirely by your lonesome. You were a farmer and had been for most of your life. From helping your granny in her garden and raising chickens to running your own as an adult and in your blood, although most people would never suspect it by taking a look at you. Those Wranglers hugging that curvaceous frame tight as they wrapped around those thick thighs and backside; work boots on your feet just as muddy as his own and a worn out t-shirt. Even still, you were so beautiful. Hence why he could barely get his words out to tell you that he too owned a cattle ranch. He did manage his name nonetheless and you’d smirk up at him with the warmest expression. There was something about this barrel chested, blonde haired cutie that really piqued your interest and since it was obvious that he was too nervous to make the first move, you’d speak up. “Well Mr. Braun, I’m sure I’ll be seeing ya’ around. Have a good day now..” and indeed he did. Spending the rest of that afternoon and all night thinking about that angel he got the chance to meet. For weeks on end, he frequented that store, bumping into you on several different occasions..each time, the conversations growing longer and more in depth. It’d often times result in the two of you, standing out in the parking lot, leaning against that dark grey Dodge of yours with the pastel pink accents and just talking for hours. It was something he had never experienced before: you were one in the same and the first person he had ever opened up to like this. But it couldn’t be helped when you gave him butterflies like a schoolgirl and attraction that no other woman had ever drummed out of him. It always saddened him to have to let you go but he knew better than anyone how time consuming your occupation was..even still, when he went to bed at night, saying his prayers to the good lord above..despite not having the nerve just yet, he was certain: “I think I love this girl..”

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1111 - Initial Thoughts

The chapters are taking longer and longer to come out it seems, but One Piece finally dropped its final chapter before another 3 week hiatus.

It's a shame, but it's an understandable route, I think we all had the urge to wrap Oda in bubble wrap after Akira Toriyama's saddening death, everyone has to process it their own way.

Regardless, we have a chapter still to get through, so let's see where we're leaving things?

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release

A colour spread of chips (or fries for you Americans) and jellyfish with the crew, Kuma, Vegapunk and Bonney, of course Bonney wants more after eating her own

Marcus Mars indeed has breached the Labosphere and Jinbe, sensing the haki, wants to get out now

Zoro's not quite content though, Lucci is beaten but not down

Scarred now at the front, Lucci still stands, angry but stumbling over to the two

With time of the essence Jinbe grabs Zoro and uses a 5,000 Brick Fist to propel them away

I'm sure Sanji stans and Anti-Zoro fans will have a field day of 'Zoro didn't beat Lucci' but guys he looks plenty beat, just because they get up again after being knocked out doesn't mean he's not beat, else we're gonna have to say that Mihawk never beat Zoro or Luffy never beat Enel

Like the moment they left he collapses back into human form

And then proceeds to shit bricks seeing Mars, asking for status on York

The loyal dog (or cat) he is he does give Mars the rundown; York is in the control room, the 5 straw hats above are seeking escape through the south when Zoro and Jinbe reconvene, 2 Vegapunks are up here, 85 CP agents and 4 Seraphim in the basement and 6 minutes before Vegapunk's message

Though, a rare show of sentiment from Rob Lucci, as he requests that Kaku - heavily injured in the control room - be recovered

Also worth noting that if Kaku's bandaged like this it likely means Chopper healed him after he was wrecked by at least S-Hawk

Mars however makes no guarantees, already planning to 'wipe out the nest'

Back to Luffy we see him reunite with the giants

Dorry and Brogy seem to think that Luffy's taking the image of the Sun God rather than actually being Nika

Warcury and Saturn are once again taken aback by the appearance of giants

Sanji has been relaying the messages, having told the giants to help Luffy with escaping

Kinda strange though because Sanji was very isolated for Little Garden, having that little coffee break chatting with Crocodile and breaking the Unluckies' necks, but sure enough

We have a map too, though Oda made sure not to mark any of the Gorosei

Dorry blows a horn, signalling that they got to Luffy, which pulls the giants into a tactical retreat

Warcury readies a retort though, blowing his own 'horn' with a yell of Conqueror's Haki

A yell so powerful it popped most of Luffy's features off his body, including his scar!

But naturally toon force means he can put it back together, he's literally holding his eye scar

'Some Government Big Shot' is so funny when you consider that Luffy literally doesn't know who the five godheads of the world government are

Warcury's got flips too, looking to attack with the horns, but the giants block each tusk with their shields

Warcury's tusks seem to have the definition of swords now, I wonder if that's linked to his powers

He asks for backstory on why the giants are loyal to him and to that we say 'read pre-Timeskip'

A double shield bash knocks the Topman to the bottom

Of all things disturbing about Saturn, seeing his mouth is probably the most disturbing

Much like Magellan, he fires pellets of poison at the trio

Luffy, resourceful and once more entering Toon Force, grabs a palm tree, eats it like a corn on a cob, and paints it into a baseball bat - complete with helmet - both adorned with Go-Mu (56) on it

Ayyyy batter batter swing batter!

Expecting the venom to just hit the Gorosei on the return, Luffy's surprised to see them explode like nukes

The opening is there to leave, but Luffy points out to Brogy that the Gorosei aren't beat, they can't die

Everyone's in a rush to get ready; Luffy, Dorry and Brogy are on the move, Sanji is still running and carrying Vegapunk's corpse, Jinbe is running and carrying Zoro's reluctant ass, everyone but Nami is pulling the Sunny back in position

But Bonney has 3 vice admirals waiting for her

Might be unwise to put yourselves between a long boat of giants and more giants though ngl

Mars finds York though, still trapped and now panicking because a monster is asking her where the room the transmission is coming from

Kizaru meanwhile is being tended to, but he claims his wounds 'run deep' - basically he's thrown in the towel

But through the flames it finally arrives, the giant mecha, unfazed by the elements, bigger than a giant, and it speaks

'Joy Boy, forgive me'

Jeez Joy Boy must have lived in an age of regrets because every time we meet something or someone from his time they have something they regret or are apologizing for; Zunesha, the Nefertari family, Joy Boy themselves, now the sleeping giant? I guess in a way it's kinda poetic, they lived in an era where their dreams couldn't come true, so they live in regret, in darkness, until the dawn rises once more.

As for the rest, I know some people will be miffed that Lucci survived, but it serves as a necessity for Mars to get where he's going, and like I said before he's practically out, even Jinbe says that the fight is already won and I doubt Jinbe would lie. When we first started this portion of the arc I was 100% expecting Luffy and co to have left the island by this chapter, but it seems more like it's the beginning of the final phase, the fights leading to escape much like Enies Lobby and Sabaody did. At the least it seems Mars is more occupied with the transmission than the Straw Hats but his priorities can change, plus he can still activate the Seraphim after them instead. V. Nusjuro - who like Ju Peter was quiet this chapter, given how they both got more shine in the previous one - is still circling the island too, which can still lead to a Sanji confrontation, but I'm more eager to see Franky hopefully get some shine against the Vice Admirals; Nine Chins et al don't seem to be the proper threat in terms of VAs though with Bluegrass and Doll hovering around, plus we did see Tosu get bonked by a giant in one hit so I'm not expecting them to go far.

Watching Luffy go full Toon Force is a joy though - pun intended - it's just delightful rubberhose creativity straight outta Tom & Jerry, even gnawing some wood into a baseball bat is classic stuff, so for me it works in comedy and nostalgia. I might die if he paints a tunnel only he and his friends can run through.

We didn't get much word on Vegapunk's transmission and we won't for quite some time now, but I would like to hope that Vegapunk's smart enough to know where the government would look first. I know there's theories that Dragon has the main signal but I feel like it'd have to exist somewhere more akin to a tree in the forest in order to piggyback off of government Den Den Mushi connectivity, if Dragon had that kinda access he probably would've used it more for intelligence. But it's not something I'm too attached towards being wrong about.

Hope Oda gets some rest and stays healthy, if there's one thing we as fans are known for it is indeed our ability to wait.

[lewiscarrolatemybrain]

The Straw Hats are 100% the kind of crew to have a stabby roomba. I bet Franky built it but Zoro is the one who armed it. Then Franky and Usopp have it a weapons upgrade. Now that fucker will absolutely pelt your ass with (harmless, but annoying) little pellets every time it bumps into you. Heat vision lets it distinguish when it’s bumped into a wall or furniture vs when it’s bumped into a person. It can even scan to figure out who tracked the mud across the deck and chase them down. Chopper lives in terror of Stabby. Nami wants to get rid of it so, so bad but Luffy won’t let her because Stabby is Nakama.

[dreamersparacosm]

Ahh. Roos and his wife. When Roos comes home he sees a note on a nerf gun by the door saying" May the odds be in your favor".

You can add to this cause that's all I got😂😂

omg i had to answer this immediately it was too good. let’s discuss besties

everyone knows rooster is a jokester. a prankster. he’s constantly playing pranks on you, his loving, carefree and bubbly wife (you claim you literally want no part in it but continue to laugh every time) and he takes after his father in this regard because carole was always whacking goose on the shoulder after doing something stupid yet again.

that’s really why rooster married you — you remind him of his mother. it’s not meant to be in a weird i’m obsessed with my mother way, but more as he sees her best qualities in you. it provides him with a comfort knowing that his mother must have sent you to him.

regardless, you had it up to your ears with his antics. first, it had started with the fake roaches in your bed, which nearly brought you to tears. it continued on with the pickle juice in the shampoo, where you had marched out of the shower and demanded rooster go buy you an iced coffee for that one. the final straw for you was the infamous nerf gun incident — he had shot you with pellets more than 20 times, at least — which led to you calling phoenix and coercing her into accompanying you on a trip to target.

you were nice about your revenge; you left a note on top of a nerf gun placed strategically on the kitchen table, the first thing he would see after a long day at training. he picks up the note, staring at it intently as he reads the bitter words: may the odds be ever in your favor.

he’s prepared himself for battle already, reviving his own nerf gun and jumping every time you walk into a room. however, you’re too smart for your own good, so you make him sweat it out, and he’s starting to get antsy.

until, finally, one unsuspecting evening, when all your friends are over at your home and there’s no way for him to escape your wrath, you corner him in the kitchen. “you know what this is for,” you say, slowly revealing your nerf gun hiding under the kitchen counter. and before he has a chance to think about running, you’re bombarding him with pellets over and over until he’s begging for mercy.

“baby, please, i promise, i swear,” he’s in the middle of yelling as you reload and aim once more. his face drops into a gentle, loving gaze which you normally would fall for. “angel, darling, my sugar… let’s call a truce. i’ll stop if you stop.”

you ponder it over, and for a second, he’s convinced he has you wrapped around his finger. you hang your arm around his neck loosely, pulling your body into his. you whisper into his ears; the last words he hears before you continue your attack on him, “this one’s for the pickle juice.”

masterlist + request

[glittergutts]

My "go bag" that has everything I need for 24 hours minus clothes. Not pictured: giant medication box.

There's a zillion outside pockets. Here's what's in them:

hand wipes and sanitizer, 2 sunscreens, oil blotting sheets, make up wipe, extra scrunchie, lip balms, magnesium and electrolyte mix, and a green muscle recovery tea.

A metal straw, a reusable shopping bag, umbrella, and perfume.

Mini first aid kit with band aids, ointments, and gauze.

The inside pockets and what's in them:

Coloring stuff and Filofax planner.

Fidget toys!

Rollers/ essential oils.

Wallet, keys, head phones, cord.

I also have 2 bags inside. The first aid one also has my daily medications.

I have some gingers, benadryl, pepto, arnica pellets and salve, eye drops, inhaler, magnesium spray for sore muscles, PRN medication, and a mini sewing kit.

The second bag is skincare and make up things.

I have this bag ready so if I have to go somewhere unexpected I won't be so anxious about what I might need because it's all already together:) thankfully I haven't had a trip to the ER in awhile but I packed this with that in mind.

Anyways, I hope someone finds this helpful. Thanks for reading!

[pigeonwhumps]

New toy

Finding Safety masterlist

AMOW March Trope-a-Thon day 2: creepy captor + conditioning + pet whump

Taglist: @littlespacecastle @whumpymirages @flowersarefreetherapy @painful-pooch

Tyrone has a new toy he wants to try out on Aaliyah.

1.2k

CWs: BBU, pet whump, intimate whumper, dehumanisation, self-dehumanisation, non-con, hand-feeding, sensory deprivation, conditioned whumpee, muzzled, treated like an animal

"Open up, pet."

Aaliyah, knelt at her place by Master's feet, opens her mouth obediently. Master picks up a fry and holds it out, letting her eat it from his fingers. She licks the grease off them afterwards, the way he likes, and flutters her eyelashes at him.

"Good girl, Aaliyah," Master purrs, "Very good girl." Aaliyah flushes at the praise, and he chuckles lightly. "Would you like some dessert too?"

Aaliyah bows her head, placing her hands together as if in prayer, supplicating herself for the chance for a little more food (at least, she hopes dessert is food today). Master seems to be in an exceptionally good mood, because he simply smiles, holding out a fork towards her.

"Go on then. Eat it."

Aaliyah leans up and licks the crumbs of chocolate cake and cream off the fork, bowing daintily after she's finished. It's sweet and cloying, and full of flavour. Well. He did say he put a lot of chocolate in.

"That's it for today, pretty thing. We don't want to spoil your figure." He pats her on the head, before getting up and pouring some dry pellets into a metal bowl, water going in another. "Now, I don't fancy going out in this weather, so I want you to feed the mutt. I have some things to do, but when I'm finished I want you ready and waiting in the bedroom. I have a new toy I want to try out."

So that's why he's in such a good mood. She pushes herself to her feet and takes the bowls, heading outside. It's not raining anymore, but the ground is covered in cold, muddy puddles as she splashes towards the kennel. It doesn't have a door and she sees Cass look up miserably as she approaches. He's stretched out fully on his front, his back covered with shiny pink scars, and the new wire muzzle covers the lower half of his face. Aaliyah doesn't think Master ever intends to take the mitts off.

She places the bowls of food and water in front of Cass and unclips the muzzle, stroking his cheek apologetically. He flushes with what she thinks is humiliation, before bending over and taking a slurp of water.

She thinks it's humiliation, anyway. She ponders it as he crunches on the food. If this is the life he's meant for, why does he get humiliated? Why are there things that make her throat catch, and not in a good way?

She shakes her head. She's a pet, it's not her place to wonder. That won't do. She's just here to do Master's bidding.

Once Cass has finished his food, he laps up some more water, then sticks out his chin, allowing Aaliyah to buckle the muzzle back on. She slides a straw through, helping him insert it into his mouth, allowing him to drink while she's not here.

Then she lets him lean his cheek against her hand for a moment. She has to go, but she still has a moment of comfort for Cass.

Back in Master's house she washes her feet carefully, knowing he'll be angry if they're dirty, and heads upstairs to his bedroom, kneeling by the foot of the bed, in her usual sleeping spot. It's only a few minutes before she hears Master's footsteps, and she keeps her head bowed and body steady as he strokes her hair. His hand quickly turns into a strong grip, pulling her head back and up, bending over to give her a bruising kiss. She parts her mouth slightly, allowing his tongue access. When he pulls away he sighs happily.

"You really are perfect, pet. Now get onto the bed and into position two. I want to see you."

Aaliyah obeys, climbing on the bed and onto her knees, butt resting on her ankles. Master smiles.

"Good girl. Now, I have a new toy for you." He reaches behind him into a large bag and pulls out– no.

No.

Her eyes widen at the sight of the leather deprivation hood and it's all she can do not to panic.

"Hey, it's okay, pet. Your handlers aren't here. I know you had it used on you before, but I just want to see how you react, that's all. Nothing like then. And besides, you're my pet. You can handle this, can't you?"

Aaliyah nods at the stern question-stroke-threat at the end. Master really is in a good mood today, to reassure her so much, but he won't stay like this if she doesn't get it together. She sticks her head out, allowing him to attach the leather over her head. Once he's done up the last strap all she has is a small hole to breathe, the smell of leather filling her nose. She leans into Master's touch, desperate for it, as he removes her clothes carefully, then lays her down.

She's grateful that it's only her head, that she can still feel (feel so much more than normal, in fact, without the useless distractions), that Master's being so affectionate with her. She responds eagerly to his touches, feeling a rush of pleasure at each one. Master's so good to her, to let her feel this even without her doing anything for him.

The hood's terrifying. She has no idea where she is when Master's not touching her, and no idea what he's doing at all. She's a pet, she doesn't need to know, but it's still scary. At least Master's being good to her.

After he's prepared her, a luxury she isn't always permitted, he inserts his penis. She hasn't been ordered to stay still like a statue so she doesn't, doing just as Master likes until he comes inside her. He keeps fucking her well past the point of her own pleasure, well past overstimulation, until he's come several more times.

But her own pleasure doesn't matter. She's a pet, for Master's use and pleasure only. Just another hole to fuck, Cass said.

But that's not quite true. No, Master wouldn't be so affectionate if it was. He wouldn't have punished Cass so harshly for saying it. He cares about her, and she's a bad pet for even entertaining another possibility.

Once Master's finished, he removes the hood carefully, brushing her sweaty hair out of her eyes and kissing each eyelid.

"You're so pretty like this. I should make you cry more often. And that was beautiful, pet. You're so responsive like that. Let me clean you up and you can have a few hours sleep before it's time to serve me again."

Aaliyah goes limp in Master's arms as he brings her into the bathroom and starts washing her down with cold water. She's a bit overwhelmed by all the sights and sounds and smells, but she'll be good anyway.

She always tries to be good. She doesn't always manage it, sometimes she has to be punished, but she always, always tries.

[crypticbydesign]

Here's something I realized;

I just realized that my dream.of being a real fit dude and looking like it will never, ever happen. Like ever.

I can be fit. I can be as fit as i want. I possibly will get strong enough to meet my goals (picking up my friends and spinning them around despite them weighing more than me and being much taller than me.) But i will never look like it, if i'm lucky when i transition i'll get a bit more visible muscle, but not much.

The reasoning behind this is that my dad has a genetic condition that causes him to not process the proteins needed to create visible muscle. (He still is very fit for being in his mid 50's and has a bit of tum/it isnt defined as abs) but he can carry 120 pounds (3 bags of roughly 40ish lbs wood pellets) on one shoulder. With minimal trouble. But he doesn't look like he should be able to do this. He doesn't have a lot of visible muscle because of his condition.

Knowing all this about him is important because I just got work out equipment (two five lbs weights and an eight lb kettlebell weight) in order to try to get some abs and some more visible muscle since i have noodle arms. I knew that it was extremely possible that I also had this condition because i have trouble with gaining weight/having it fluctuate (which my dad also struggles (struggled with.) (Not sure if he really struggles now that he's a bit older and his metabolism has slowed down due to it). And for the fact that in highschool (last 2 years) i was carrying a haybale that was sopping wet by myself. (That was closeish to 100+ lbs cause square bales are 80 lbs dry and straw/hay holds water like no other). I had a bit more visible muscle than i do now (not much cause other than lugging horse stuff around a barn and working fast food i didnt work out. And now i work in fast food and work out at least once a week. Usually only once a week).

My dad also confirmed that even without genetic testing there's a pretty much 100% chance i have the same condition. I am gonna be my tiny 5'1 self and be 120 pounds and carry my friends that weight more than me and i wont look like i'll be able to!! Thats gonna be awesome! 😈 One of my goals is to pick up my manager friend he's about 6' tall and he said over 200lbs. It's my goal to pick him up and spin him around. Preferably one armed. (The one arm i know aint realistic but i can dream aight?) I'm gonna be so good at huggin!

This also goes hand in hand with something else that gives me gender euphoria; being happy and bubbly. I say 'good mornin' to everyone at work as soon as i see them. Sometimes in my regular voice, sometimes in my customer service voice, sometimes in a silly voice for a specific person. I've had people cuss me out over doing this or say that it's not very manly of me to do that. As if showing love and affection is a gender related thing. I've had to explain to them that i do it because i want my coworkers to smile; i want them to have a good day and if i can bring a moment of happiness by singling them out to call them by name and say good morning then i will and not one person can stop me.

What i don't tell them is that i can not physcially find worth in myself or think that i matter, but I think that every single person i work with matters, that they have an immeasurable amount of worth and by saying something as simple as good morning and getting a smile or a laugh or even a 'dude it's not morning anymore.' And having to explain that if it can be 5 o'clock anywhere it can be morning at 2pm and that gives methe most gender euphoria because through everything in that moment they're seeing the true me; unmasked and a happy little dude.

[gaykarstaagforever]

They opened a new Chick-fil-A near where I work, so I decided to spend some of my Homo Bucks on the esteemed American Bigot Chicken.

I've only ever had Chick-fil-A as room-temperature catered food, and it was soggy and chewy and unimpressive.

Is fresh Chick-fil-A better? Is it worth betraying my sexuality over? Are all the old people rushing the place all hours of the day, like zombies trying to get into a 1970s mall, on to something?

Let's find out.

I got a Deluxe meal. 900+ calories of chicken, bread, fried potato, and Coca-Cola. Go big or die trying, I always say. In the previous sentence.

It is a fried chicken sandwich, that's for sure. The lettuce, tomato, and pickles are nice. The chicken itself is fine. The cheese is kind of pointless but I guess Americans will cry foul if you sell a sandwich without cheese (plus they asked if I wanted it and I said yes, so this is my fault).

It is, to steal DankPods bit, "an fried chicken sandwich." It is perfectly adequate in every way, and never once exceptional. I could make the same thing at home for 35 cents and be just as emotionally neutral about it.

I tried it with the notorious Chick-fil-A Sauce. It enhanced the sauce slightly (more on that later), but the sauce itself did nothing for the sandwich.

I rate it 2.5 Republican flag lapel pins out of 5.

Their cups are styrofoam, something everyone else stopped doing in the 90s, because it fills the ocean with styrofoam for no greater reason than your cup is slightly easier to hold onto than waxed cardboard for the 12 minutes of your meal. But Chick-fil-A obviously doesn't care. Or they do, but only because they have decided that their logo all over the Pacific Garbage Patch is free advertising.

Yes yes, these cups also keep the drink warm or cold longer. And they DO. So yes, if you need your Chick-fil-A Coke to stay cold for the next 6 hours and don't have access to a refrigerator, surely this is all worth it. Kill the planet for your weird personal habit. How white of you.

Also their ice is little round pellets? I actually really like that. It made them easier to crunch. And I did crunch them, because they were the other 2/3rds of the soda I paid for.

My straw was getting stuck in the ice, guys. That's pushing it.

1.5 Pacific Garbage Patches out of 5.

Their fries are...slightly above average. Taste-wise, at least. Maybe a tad too salty, but I was still mildly impressed. They were more chewy than I like, but had a little outer crisp. Solid chain homefries.

I don't get the waffle cut thing, however. That just makes them big and awkward and they really don't work in this traditional fry container. Just put them in a sandwich box. And do them as thick wedges. Who are you trying to impress with this cut? Your primary customers are too old to see and too toothless to chew. Don't tease them.

3 orders of homefries in boxes out of 5.

Chick-fil-A Sauce. THIS garbage.

It is, according to the ingredients printed on the flap, barbecue sauce mixed with mayonnaise.

...Why...?

...Who told you to...?

Look. I like barbecue sauce. And I like mayonnaise in small doses. But you don't mix them. You NEVER mix them! Mayonnaise is like celery or garlic, where it is fine in very specific situations, but if you mix it with anything else it just destroys the other thing.

Chick-fil-A Sauce is vile. I try to not be hyperbolic when I don't like food, because no, the thing you don't like does not actually taste like poop, Web Review Man, you just don't like it.

But this stuff literally tastes like melted plastic. It is weird and bad and weirdly bad.

And no, my packets weren't expired. I just...I can't imagine a world where barbecue sauce and mayonnaise don't taste like crayons when you slap them together. What was the goal with this?

On the actual chicken, it isn't as bad. The peanut oil of the fried chicken smooths it out with a touch of savory. But it is still a mild version of whatever the hell lunatic flavor they were going for, mixing vinegary smokey tartness with sweet egg yolk.

It even LOOKS gross. "Smokers' teeth" is not an enticing food color. I don't understand any interest in this slime at all.

Zero Bigot Chickens out of 5.

So what is my final assessment?

Other than the gross sauce, Chick-fil-A makes completely okay food that is baseline edible. It is an food. You could make the same thing at home, better, for an 8th the price. And you should.

I do not understand why people love this place. It is chicken and fries. It offers no one anything. You can like it all you want, for whatever reason. But the passion for it a lot of (old) people have must be a political thing, because there is nothing else remarkable about it.

And what is your life that you are buying fast food chicken primarily because Christian Fundamentalists from the Deep South run the parent company? How did you reach the point where THAT is how you are making dietary decisions? That is very, very stupid.

Go make a fried chicken sandwich at home. And there, you can yell about how much you hate f*ggots the entire time you are preparing it, if you want. ...And your spouse and grandkids are out.

Overall I rate my first Chick-fil-A experience as 2 Pride Flags out of 5. It is utterly average food, with a half point taken away for the stupid political nonsense. I was not impressed and so will not be getting this again.

And no, I'm not boycotting them for political reasons. If you knew the political leanings of everyone who runs every company, and made buying decisions based entirely on how bad the organizations are that they donate money to, you wouldn't let yourself buy about 98.6% of anything.

And unless you can get 50 million people to stop buying a thing with you, your personal boycott doesn't matter to anything. I mean, do what you want with your money, but understand that no one but you and the worst children on Tumblr are impressed.

Plus in this case, you should already not buy this stuff because it isn't very good (or good for you). So the fact that it is Bigot Chicken is kind of irrelevant.

People eat it because of politics. You not eating it because of politics is equally stupid. It is whatever chicken. Die on a higher hill.

[bwayfan25]

I was tagged by @everybodyknows-everybodydies for the five-word wip hunt. thank you!

I tag @pia-writes-things, @breathtakinglymiraculous, @flutter2deceive and anyone else who wants to play! The words are FIND, AWAY, TRY, REST, and WILL.

My entries are below the cut:

Quick

Ollis cursed under their breath as they notched another arrow. They fired three times in quick succession before the ground beneath them had started to shake. It was quickly accompanied by the sound of hooves against the forest floor and distant shouts. 

The cavalry was coming and they all knew it was not their own.

Still

“Yes, I can. Miraculously, that wasn’t affected.” Ollis cocked their head. “But while we’re on the subject — Mama, can you?”

Henrik wasn’t exactly sure why they were asking, considering it seemed very clear that she couldn’t. But Maja just waved them away.

“Well enough,” she replied with a huff.

“Which is to say ‘not much at all,’” Lorne finished.

“I can still see well enough to kick your ass if I need to,” Maja hissed.

Hand

The cuff of the sock strained somewhat as he pulled it up over their bulging bicep. He smoothed out a few creases and then adjusted it a bit so that the heel lay right below their elbow and the toe over the rounded end. 

With one hand under their below and one just below the end, Henrik observed his work for a moment before he delicately lifted the end to his lips and kissed it. It wasn’t until he heard Ollis ask, “What was that for?” that he realized he had even done it.

Left

Ollis nodded as she scooped emptied the bag onto the counter. Most of it went into the till, but a few disappeared into her pocket as she turned to go down into the cellar. 

Figured it would be a few minutes, they turned and leaned back against the bar to get a better look at the patrons. To their left, an old man who had been picking at a plate of (gray) meat and (soggy) potatoes eyed them suspiciously. 

“What’s the celebration?” he asked gruffly. 

“Don’t have one,” Ollis replied with a shrug. “Do I need one just to buy a round?”

Curl

Ollis smiled as Lorne scooped pellets into feed bags and secured them to the horses’ stalls. Loof jumped up on his hind legs as if to oversee the situation before settling in a pile of straw. Several barn kittens seemed to crawl out of the woodwork (some quite literally) to curl up in his warm fur.

[wemlisbemlis]

FARMOO!!!!🌻🌻

detachable straw hat and sunflower bouquet accessories, and completely filled with pellets!! i made a bunch of these guys to hopefully put on my shop soon, each is unique ✿❀(˘ᵕ˘)❀✿

[filthybat]

Happy holidays! (Part 1.)

One piece imagine of what every straw hat would gift you on Christmas

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Nami

CW: fluff, platonic fluff, cute shenanigans, slight cursing, kinda a crack fic, in this contexts yall are bffs, so some people might be a little out of character.

Hey everyone, it’s Bat! This is my first post so I hope you enjoy it :3 (yes I know it’s not Christmas but hey, early Christmas present!) more parts soon to come!

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

🍖 Luffy 🍖

- Luffy couldn’t sit still as he- very clumsily- handed you his present.

- It’s a cardboard box with one red bow slapped on top, and when confronted with the wrap job, he simply brushed it off with “who has time to open wrapping paper? C’mon open it already!!”

- Inside the box, you find…. A sling shot! and a pouch of pellets.

- “So? So? So? Whatcha think?! You like it? You love it? You love it!”

- As you were about to respond, stretchy arms snatched the box out of your hands

-“Here Lemme teach you! These are popping pellets so they explode when you hit them”

- Your brave captain demonstrates by chucking a pellet at the ground, which resulted in a loud pop, but no explosions as he advertised.

- The ship grew silent.

- As you asked to try a turn, he insisted on letting him find one that explodes.

- It’s resulted in the whole crew including yourself watching Luffy as he went through the whole pouch, chucking and throwing to no avail, no explosion.

- The pouch is empty, no explosion, and a very fussy captain sitting cross armed across from you, looking everywhere but you.

- Sanji left to get a broom and dust pan for what remains of your gift.

🗡️ Zoro 🗡️

- Not meeting your eyes, he casually hands you messily wrapped present with a neat green bow on top, but watches intensely as you unwrap it.

- “Sorry, i didn’t really have time…”

- Inside the box, you find… A bottle of premium sake!

- The tips of his ears are red, he dosent like this much attention on him.

- “For, you know, when you wanna… d-drink?” He sounded unsure of himself as he spoke.

- The crew haven’t seen him ever be this awkward.

- You thank him, and he just nods to get this awkward situation over with.

- Sanji huffed, looking smugly over at The swordsmen, “Really moss-head? To drink? How unoriginal and impersonal”

- “Huh? Wanna repeat that again, shitty cock?”

- Just Like that, they are at each others neck, kicking up dust as they fought.

- Don’t let the impersonal present fool you, it’s all he could manage at such short notice.

- Zoro originally planned on gifting a brand new sword for you, since you’ve shown interest in his training. He figured he could give you lessons, spend his days with you training, bonding over shared passion of blades. It’s one of the few ways the silent swordsmen can communicate how much he appreciates you being his ffeind without having to get all mushy and yuckie by using his words.

-But… he got lost on the way to the smith.

🍊 Nami 🍊

- A present was delicately placed on your lap, which is a contrast to how big the box actually is.

-Beautifully wrapped with orange glittery wrapping paper, and accented with green ribbons and bows. Nami took extra care in making sure every present was beautiful.

- You felt bad tearing into this, it was just too pretty!

- So you painstakingly unwrapped it carefully, as to not rip up the paper, which Nami appreciated. At least someone on the ship cares about effort.

- Inside the present, you find… A coat! Beautiful and fluffy, in your favorite color.

- You gasp and look at Nami, who simply smiles at your shocked expression

-“I saw you eyeing it at the shops in the last island we stopped at, thought since the holidays are coming up, I could get it before hand. Go ahead, try it on!” She urged, beckoning you to stand and don on the coat.

-… It fits! Perfectly even! How she got your measurements you’ll never know. And as you swayed and turned to check yourself out, she adds.

- “And since it’s the giving season, I’ll knock 100 Berri off your dept”

- To your shocked expression, she only winked

[bitchfitch]

I'd been meaning to do this painting for a few years. Didn't have the heart to complete it till now.

Swim In Peace, Puppy Fish.

you were what got me through one of the darkest points in my life and what inspired my love for aquatics. I'd spent hours researching speciality fish shops, hoping to find one that sourced from a breeder that cared about their animals. and then drove 2 hours with my mother to visit. All the other fish were stunning, and well kept but the bettas were on a dark shelf in small cups. You were at the back of the shelf, your gills rotten, and your fins nipped to shreds.

I'd made a joke to my mother that I'd been torn between getting a betta fish or an african clawed frog, and that we'd seemed to have found the exact middle of the two, and then took you to the counter.

The man running it wouldn't even sell us food for you, and instead handed me a single plastic straw half filled with pellets. I still have that straw. And I still remember the day it ran out. How proud I was that you'd outlived anyone's hopes for you. That you thrived and lived the best life I could give you. You passed about two years later from the velvet infection you carried home from that shop. Its been four years since then and there's still not a day I don't wish I'd managed to keep you well long enough to see.

Love you, goodnight.