#tlc’s first hater

[usedtobethelegendcreator]

Your art is fucking ugly and you need to be stopped at all costs. Ew

OMG my first hater! I can’t believe it took me this long to get one. Gonna take a screenshot, this is one for the photo album! 😊

(btw you can keep your opinions on my art to yourself, you spineless coward. Too scared to ask with your blog name? Yeah. You’d better be.)

P.S. I’m going to draw EVEN MORE just to spite you.

[lordsukunas]

songs made by black artists that i think would suit jjk characters. oh my god this took forever to format n link songs. anyway, happy black history month yall!!!! i hope yall like this bc im sick of seeing taylor swift pop up in the list of artists gojo would listen to <33

gojo – starboy the weeknd, daft punk + ghost town kanye west, partynextdoor

for starboy it just gave im that nigga vibes, and for ghost town it's just the entire ‘i alone am the honored one’ scene. but mayb it could also be applicable to current gojo? idk.

geto – like a tattoo sade

fun fact: this is actually the inspo for my user!! the whole ‘broken by the burden of his youth’ and ‘hungry for life, thirsty for the distant river’ reminds me of his whole reason for defecting. he's hungry for life (wanting sorcerers to not have to risk their life to protect non-sorcerers & actually live a long, fulfilling life) and thirsty for the distant river (remember when they kept with the race/hallway analogy? yeah, and geto's goal was always going to be unattainable for him simply bc he didn't have the strength)

yuuji – adorn miguel + crooked smile j. cole, tlc

UGGHHH he's just so lovely. the most supportive boy ever i love my son sm, and that is my only justification for my song choices.

megumi – alone willow + nineteen pinkpanthress + answer tyler, the creator

tbh… idk bros been goin thru it this entire series, but esp recently. for answer, i rlly liked the first couple of verses (idk what to actually call it, but it's before the first chorus) bc it aligns well w papaguro n megumi. ig the stepdad could be gojo…?

nobara – no scrubs tlc + conceited flo milli + apeshit the carters + on my mama victoria monét

she takes nobody's bs n i love that for her!!! i feel like she'd absolutely love flo milli + megan thee stallion.

nanami – lotus flower bomb wale, miguel + i love you more than you know black party, childish gambino

sorry i rlly like him y'all... there's no angsty reason for these songs! n for i luv u more than yk, it's just nanami if/when he goes to malaysia :3

choso – do you like me? daniel caesar

i actually dk for this one... i just thought it suited him! yk since he wants to live as a human n when he loves he loves hard (shown by how determined he is to be the best older brother to his lil siblings)

toji – she will lil wayne, drake + foe tha love of $ bone thugs-n-harmony, eazy-e + crack rock frank ocean

i am a firm believer toji would like 90s + early 2000s rap. it just makes sense idk, also i once saw a post that said he died just a bit b4 no hands by waka flocka came out and... hey! for crack rock, it's just post-mamaguro him n instead of crack, it's his gambling addiction

sukuna – hater's anthem infinity song + hit ‘em up 2pac, outlawz + king’s dead jay rock, kendrick lamar, future, james blake + unbothered ski mask the slump god

he's a hater just for my son. bum ass nigga... and for hit em up: ‘don't one of u niggas got sickle cell or sumn? u fuck around n have a seizure or a heart attack’

maki & toji – worst behavior drake

self explanatory! them n their rebellion against the zenin clan <3

gojo & geto – oui jeremih

cause if weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! sorry but this is fueled by geto saying ‘we are the strongest’... thats it :p

[eerna]

hello! i picked up tlt thanks to you (tlt and tlc are my favourite books haha) and i'm hoping to get into tfota! but before i pick it up, what would you say are the series' strong suits?

Hiii, I'm very glad you enjoyed TLT~~ I always have to preface recommending TFOTA with a disclaimer. I love these books and reread them all the time. They consistently cure my art blocks in miraculous ways. But they are decidedly Not Super Good objectively, and you WILL have to stomach some glaring mistakes.

Okay now that we got that out of the way here are its strong suits in my humble opinion. 1) Holly Black loves faeries and this world she has created for them so so so much. It is crazy. Her faeries are the proper, scary, weird, ugly, beautiful faeries. All the clothes, food, architecture, and inhuman attributes are described in detail and it's very clear it isn't just Stock Fantasy Number 10, and she does it over and over again bc she clearly enjoys it immensely. The palace is a big hill without windows with dirt floors and roots crawling all over, illuminated by glowing mushrooms and decorated with extremely ornamental floral furniture!!! How cool is that!!! Of course my artist brain goes brr whenever it is faced with these books!!!! 2) The characters are all DELIGHTFULLY horrible, we're talking "every adult character is an asshole except for maybe one person but you still can't help but love them". They are all soooo traumatized and tortured and operate on a reality that is completely unrealistic, but so much fun to follow their development. You find yourself relating to such outlandish situations. 3) THE RELATIONSHIPS!!! MAN!!!!! I am such a sucker for the core family relationship in these books it isn't even funny, but the romance is also super good. None of them are healthy, mind you, but that's the charm of them. "How much can Jude forgive in the name of love?" is the core theme of the series. And at first it is super fun to see everyone girlbossing all over each other, but by the end of the series you desperately WANT them to become happy because you somehow started caring about these assholes and it delivers on that front too without being too happily-ever-after. 4) The twists are TWISTING. Even in my TFOTA hater era I begrudgingly admired how well the plot twists land most of the time. The drama is excellent, characters keep blindsiding each other and betraying each other and it somehow makes sense. This series is the only time I've ever seen a plot twist where I was like "This is probably a fakeout, but it makes sense as both a fakeout AND if you play it straight and I love both options". 5) None of it is stock footage. It's so clearly not the author writing what is popular or what she has seen in other books. She has a tendency to copy, but she is copying herself because she obviously loves writing about certain things over and over again, and that is understandable since I also enjoy reading about them.

As you can see, I have a Lot of positives to gush over. If you decide to read them, I hope you have fun~

[legion1227]

Ashlee Haze "Green & Water" Song Review

Upon a recent request, I listened to a newer track released this year by artist Ashlee Haze.

Ashlee Haze's song "Greens & Water" made a powerful first impression on me. Instrumental and production-wise, the track is at its strongest as it starts with simplistic piano notes playing. Accompanied by her vocals telling the listener to "hol up," Haze immediately establishes a gravitas that demands the listener to pay attention. The song doesn't take long for the beat to follow suit and accompany notes, making the song even more of an earworm. Haze soon takes the mic to rap and delivers a solid performance.

Haze's first verse delivers a decent lyrical scheme, rapping braggadocious and impressive so far. Haze's flow and delivery bring an air of legitimate confidence as Haze puts down lame guys and gasses herself up. As an empowering track for women, it works incredibly well also. The chorus calls for "bad bitches" (essentially) to turn up while lame or broke men step aside. With an unwavering first verse and a superb hook, Haze provides a wonderful jam to play at summer functions, parties, clubs, and otherwise. The anthem harkens back to songs of a similar vein from over the years. To me, the verse reminds me somewhat of TLC's "No Scrubs," more so in message and delivery rather than sound.

The second verse leans more into braggadocious and arguably surpasses the first. The rhyme scheme and flow are even smoother the second time around as Haze boasts money, elevates herself, and puts down any and all haters or doubters.

The last third of the song ties the whole song together as the beat is played around, while Haze tells the listener to "Smoke your greens and drink your water, Keep your third eye open." The song, all the way to the end, remains an infectious bop that will play incredibly well and should be added to certain playlists. As we head into the Summer, there is no better time to be playing this song as it works as a Summertime jam, though it will also work all year round.

( 4/5. A great song, hard recommendation.)

[dnfao3tags]

Hi! Do you have any dnf parents fics?

its mostly single parents but here u go !

parents!dnf

— cinnamon and swirl by offday (mature | comp. | 83k)

Dream decides to tell his friends about his daughter right before they move in.

Part 1 of green tea ice cream

— i found you (hidden in plain sight) by navyhurricane (teen | comp. | 26k)

George is a daycare teacher, and what seems like a random activity with the local paramedics becomes something more when they click so easily, and George finds himself falling for an amazing father with an adorable daughter.

— anything you can do (i can do better) by Not4typicalwriter (gen | comp. | 11k)

In which Dream and George are each parent of two very wonderfully smart and mischievous daughters who happen to be friends. Oh, and of course, two daughters who are completely sick and done with their stupid rivalry that always gets in the way of their friendship. The plan? Get them together in time for Prom. Maybe then they'll stop being so annoying.

— late for pick up by effervescentlies (gen | comp. | 3k)

Dream has a silly little crush on the father of one of his students, and he just can't seem to act normal around him.

— anything (want you to have it) by squigly (teen | comp. | 14k)

Dream and George's kids get into fights a lot. This means, of course, that they have to see a lot of each other.

— carnival bass by urplace (teen | comp. | 10k)

It’s stupid. It’s so fucking stupid. Stupid enough to warrant a show on TLC: Child-hater George experiences his sweet boyfriend’s babysitting skills first-hand for the first time, and promptly experiences a chronic case of baby fever.

Part 1 of superfast

[dnf-fic-recs]

Hello hello, would you guys have any soft dnf recs?

retracing my steps by twostorms

“You missed me,” George cuts him off and wraps his arms around his neck, pulling Dream into a second hug that’s somehow warmer than the first, even if less forceful.

“I missed you,” Dream affirms, the top of George’s head so close to his lips that he can feel his breathing shifting his hair. “So much, George.”

“I know,” George whispers, and Dream can hear the smile in his voice. And Dream knows that even if he doesn’t say it, the way George’s thumb brushes against his hair at the nape of his neck means I missed you too.

george comes home for the summer after his first year away at college, and dream decides 800 miles of driving are his last chance to convince him to stay.

Tying you to me by summerchai

After seeing fan made fibre art, Dream is determined to master the craft of knitting. As a result, George receives a closet's worth of blue items, and is feeling very normal about it.

OR

Dream is into knitting. George is into Dream.

carnival bass by urplace

It’s stupid. It’s so fucking stupid. Stupid enough to warrant a show on TLC: Child-hater George experiences his sweet boyfriend’s babysitting skills first-hand for the first time, and promptly experiences a chronic case of baby fever.

george's complicated spiral into deciding—sporadically—that he wants to raise a kid alongside dream

the person that sent you this by luckylikeyou

George finally gets the chance to come to Orlando to meet Dream in person. Once he lands, he notices an unassuming TikTok from Dream in his inbox.

"The person that sent you this thinks you're really cute, and if you don't respond to this in the next minute, you have to kiss them."

way back then (did anybody ever say no to you?) by halocupid

However, George was all lilted smiles and teasing—this guy wasn’t actually going to give a random stranger on the road six hundred dollars for a hoodie, right?

But the handsome stranger was already nodding. “Deal.”

George starts reselling clothes. Dream overpays him.

van gogh out with me by moonsooms

"You - was that a pick up line?" He asks, taken back, and Dream almost laughs. "I'm about to steal a seventeen million dollar artifact, and your first instinct is to flirt with me?"

"I mean, I don't know, why not," Dream smiles, despite being able to list many reasons as to why not.

(Dream, local superhero, attempts to recruit the infamous art thief that keeps slipping away.

Clay, local college student, attempts not to fall in love with the waiter who knows an unnatural amount about art.)

[comedydoctor18]

*MEET THE SANCTUARY POKÉMON*

~The Mew Crew~

Shade - Mewtwo. Identifies as they mainly but will also accept he or she. Severely claustrophobic when outside the sanctuary. Loves all foods except mustard and most bitter foods. Naked like a sphynx cat. Lets ONLY the humans they live with touch them. Had to be on a special diet for a month during treatment. Has the most even temper of the adults. Middle child

Ezzie - Mewtwo x form. Naked giant sphynx cat. Very clingy to her humans and lets only them touch her. Was extremely self conscious about how she looked and even her weight during her treatment but lots of TLC helped. Also extremely claustrophobic when outside the sanctuary. Hates eating bitter food and avoids most chocolate related foods and pretzels. Gets upset easier than shade.

Dotty - Mew. Can be very tempermental. Gets severe anxiety outside of the sanctuary. Loves all foods but sour and bitter. Wears pet shirts as a comfort thing (like a safety blanket). Prefers to watch what her humans are doing and possibly sneak a piece of food. Will attempt to play music on the record player owned by the witch. Smol nakey cat. Only lets her humans touch her

Opal - shadow Mewtwo. Big bundle of love. Allergic to most spicy foods. Loves sweets with an insane passion. Will eat some extremely weird food combos. Stone is an extra bone. Also mentally disabled but a happy camper; has a broken speech pattern. Gains two beloved mates by the time she turns 3 yrs old. Harmless to a fault and hella good at healing others. Enjoys the dark and being with others. A social butterfly. Loves to hug and be hugged.

Anais - fusion Mewtwo (umbreon). Fluffy boi. Hella quirky natured; definitely a weird one and proud. Enjoys all but sour foods (unless it is sweet & sour). Doesn't mind being touched if he sees who it is first (minus the humans he lives with). Loves to poke things to find out what they are. Hates the taste plain rice or noodles.

Angel, Amora, Lucky - infant Mewtwo triplets. Clingy to their mama and papa. Angel is a crybaby; blind little crybaby who always wants mama. Amora is a troublemaker; watch that exposed heart of yours little mister! Lucky is calm; ninja baby, sneaks off to hide and nap often. All three mainly love milk and berry puree right now; will gain a shaggy like appetite later. Basically the Aristocat triplets.

Koda -shiny infant Mewtwo. Deaf bab is very loud. Loves to explore. Docile but curious by nature. Tries to follow her family everywhere. Favorite spots are with mama or with 'grandma'. Can't actually speak very well when she's older; uses sign language. Very vocal.

~Mates and adopted children~

Mundi -Primarina. Total drag queen and sassy to boot. Adores his family with a fiery passion. Makes sure his mate and babies are healthy and happy daily. Will slap a punk if they hate on his family. Can come over as very proud. (Mated to Shade)

Quincy - giant variant Lopunny. Has vitiligo and a crooked foot. Also a drag queen and very sassy. Will mega evolve to beat the snot out of haters. Adores his family as well and does his best to keep them healthy and happy. Grows his fur out to make blankets for his family. (Mated to Ezzie)

Saskia -Keldeo. Naughty water horse. Paralyzed back legs. Loves spicy food like no other. Now has a new horn and is stronger. Very loving to family; still a lil shit when he wants to be. Was the first one to realize that Opal had ghost abilities.

Rei -Gabite. Adopted by Quincy and Ezzie. Loves her family to bits. MUST DIG! Will chomp on bones and rocks for fun and relaxing. Loves to mess with Saskia because she can. Loves wearing her bandana and will get angry if someone tries to take it (unless it needs to be washed, then she's fine). Has a strong love for being nicknamed "land shark".

Shiloh -Lucario. Abused by bad humans; breeding fodder. Found by Kaden and soon loved on by Dotty. Had to learn to speak telepathically. Gets to bedazzle herself with spiky bracelets and loves it. Tried to learn how to cook like her human and failed miserably. Loves her mate and son with all her heart.

Mysty -Zoroark variant (Hisui). Opal's future mate along with Kikz. Cautious by nature and very observant. Loves Djamila dearly and is very proud to be her Pokémon. Always very worried she scares others but is happy when she doesn't. Can become very protective very quickly. Does NOT like overly sweet or overly spicy food. Tall and light, extremely agile. Has a nasty habit of taking cheese sticks from the fridge at 3am.

Kikz -Cinderace. Opal's future mate along with Mysty. Very active; has to move around. Adores playing with his soccer ball toy. Mildly disabled due to missing an arm. Loves spicy food and keeps it away from Opal. Adores his human, Kaijika, and has helped him. Can and will sneak off any apples he sees.

~The Nanny~

Kyuu -Mimikyu. Was taken in by the witch after being found with a ripped up costume. Got a new costume and takes very good care of it. Loves sweets to bits. Very loving and gentle to all babies. Learned to hum so he could help babies sleep. Helped Opal learn to control her ghost abilities. Basically the brother figure of the witch's team; adores them to pieces. Adopted a traumatized Kadabra as his baby brother. A very loving ghost fairy.

-humans-

Witch Sephi -basically the family leader. Loving mama, strong woman. Disabled and proud of it. Takes no garbage from anyone. Strong in mind and spirit but very weak in body. Uses a cane mainly but will use a wheelchair if need be. Always looks very tired.

Professor Scott - second in command of the family and a very loving dad. Strong yet chubby. Loves to help Pokémon and humans alike. Will throw hands if his family is insulted. Very family oriented. Bit of a spazz and proud of it. Has been bitten by the Mew Crew adults at least once.

Kaden -"bi rockstar". Oldest child. Abuse survivor and healing thanks to lots of love. Enjoys time with family to bits (was an orphan). Can be hot-headed but very loyal. Can play bass and electric guitar. Wants to be a rockstar and mechanic as an adult. Eagerly learned sign language to talk to her little brother. Has a girlfriend from Galar.

Kajika -"deaf boy". Very loving and hyper (has ADHD). LOVES to take pictures of Pokémon. Very vocal. Wears his hair in braids as a sign of respect to his culture. Wants to be a fashion designer as an adult. Currently teaching Koda easy signs. Loves his family to pieces. Nicknamed Kai (full name is pronounced Kah-jee-kah)

Djamila -"shy girl". Very socially awkward. Has autism and proud of it (Dad Scott has it too). Loves her family and Pokémon. Will have a meltdown if away from family for more than 3 minutes. Very smol (technically a dwarf in height). Wears traditional clothing of her culture out of respect. Wants to own a huge floral shop as an adult. Hates loud noises that aren't familiar to her.

(Not listed: Sephi's team and Scott's team)

[greywindys]

I noticed on a few of your posts that you mentioned that their is a good chunk of the gorillaz fandom that didn't like "sad murdoc" that was presented in SM and I just don't get it??? How can people not like a good progression and development of a character, that just sounds so backwards to me... I even saw in the comment sections on YouTube for TLC that a mass majority were praising the development for him so I don't understand...(sorry I'm not that knowledgeable of what may go on in the deeper parts of the fandom I tend to stick with you cause I agree with you a lot and you're not deranged like some other "fans"���)

Hello! First of all, thanks! I don't fault you for not knowing about the deeper parts of fandom. There's a lot I don't know either. I'm going to try to answer your question to the best of my knowledge, but am open to additions or follow up questions from you or anyone else reading.

Anyhow, yeah, I'm 100% with you regarding Murdoc. I've always been pro-Murdoc character development even though I know there's only so much Gorillaz can offer in that regard. SM1 was very refreshing to me because while he was still immature and embarrassing, he wasn't one-dimensional (imo, boring) ~evil. We got see more of his insecurities, AND we saw him perform an act of selflessness in TLC which was incredible.

If you go somewhere like the Youtube video, you’ll probably see a lot of positive comments. Most of what you'll find on Youtube, large reddit and discord communities, probably Tiktok, will be positive because those space tend to house mostly new fans. In the 2020 era (aka, post-SM) of fandom, there were a number of prominent community members with substantial followings who didn't like what they did with Murdoc for various reasons, a number of which were, in all honesty, good reasons.

I'm not sure how long you've been a fan, but ever since they returned, Gorillaz has been undergoing a de-fanging of sorts - becoming more corporate, more about trending on social media, more palatable for a general audience. Gone are the days of edgy humor, more adult jokes and character interactions, the general idea behind Gorillaz overall. Nice!Murdoc has been interpreted as a symptoms of this now years long de-fanging. And honestly? I’m not sure that they’re wrong. Murdoc evolved from this nefarious, mischievous character to a kooky old man who cries on the couch. Of course, I personally love it because ti destroys a lot of the old arguments extreme Murdoc haters made, but when you put that development next to what happened to 2D, Russel, Noodle, the loss of Gorillaz’ original point of existence, it becomes indicative of a much larger change that not everyone will like. Fans who came into Gorillaz liking what they originally were didn’t like SM Murdoc, and were generally pretty vocal and got a lot of “ughhh, why are people so nEgAtIvE??” vague posts made about them. I don’t think critical fans are wrong,and I even agree with some of the points they make...but my allegiance to anything is never cut and dry, and I love seeing Murdoc character development. It *is* a bit of a shame that it comes as part of the entire upheaval of original!Gorillaz.

[notjacinclay]

Things no one in the tlc fandom talks about

Thorne and Cress's age gap.

Okay, so this one is actually kinda talked about, but I'm gonna talk about it more so liSTEN UP.

Thorne is 20-21.

Cress however, when she meets him, is barely 16, considering her birthday is in July and they met her around August/September.

Now, obviously I know that on Luna, we see that girls get married at a much younger age. Levana is married at 16, (I think?) and Winter is already preparing for suitors at 13.

bUT.

My boy Thorne is an earthern. He doesn't know shit about any lunar customs, and he still goes after her. Look, I would be somewhat fine with it if it were purely romantic, but not only do they kiss romantically, it gets a little *spicy* in the scene in Winter. (Y'all know which one I'm talking about.) Not to mentionhe comments on her legs, (a 16 yeAR OLD GIRLS LEGS) which is a little sketchy Thorne.

But we also have to take into account the author. She's a woman. Not a man. If a man had wrote lunar Chronicles and put a 20/21 year old man with a 16 y/o girl, that would be weird asf. But since Marissa Meyer wrote it, it's not predatory, she's just unknowingly making Thorne predatory. Which annoys me.

Look, cresswell is an ok ship, its fine if you wanna ship that! But just be aware that you're ignoring the fact that the man in that ship (my boy throne) is predatory. Again, no hate to the shippers. If you headcannon that ship as nothing but romantic until cress is at least 18, we don't have a problem. :)

Moving on.

Winter and Scarlets relationship.

I made a post about this on the tlc wiki fandom a long time ago, but I'm going to make it here as well.

I hate the way Marissa wrote Scarlet when she interacts with Winter.

Hear me out. I love Scarlet. She's a girlboss, a badass and just a really cool character in general. However, I really dislike the way she treats Winter in the series and the comics.

For starters, she calls her crazy even after she has her chip implanted. Now I can smELL the comments from here saying, "it's just an endearing nickname!" Okay, that's fine! Maybe winter doesn't mind it. But I do.

As someone who has struggled and is still struggling with severe intrusive thoughts and undiagnosed BPD, it annoys me how Marissa wrote Winter and everyone else to be completely okay with Scarlet calling Winter crazy. And just so yk, I'm not talking about when Scarlet is in captivity in the menagerie, (cause obviously she was pissed) I'm talking about afterward, specifically when she was escaping with Winter.

Instead of helping Winter or at least just ignoring her, she scolded Winter while she was having a horrible hallucination. Obviously yeah, she was under pressure. But why did Marissa have to make her so mean?

This is one of the reasons I like Jacin sm, is because he takes it very seriously and doesn't call Winter crazy. Sure, he makes up other annoying names for the rest of them cause he's an ass, but nothing that has something to do with a sensitive topic such as being mentally unstable.

Again, no hate to Scarlet or Winlet shippers. Keep doing your thing. I just found this to be one of the only annoying things about Scarlet and wanted to share my opinion. Please don't come for me in the comments :')

The unreasonable amount of hate on Wolflet

This is something me and a mutual were talking about the other day.

EVERYONE HATES ON THIS SHIP ISTG.

And your only argument is "but Scarlets not a furry" like what??

First of all, let's not hate on furries. I'm not one, but c'mon, is it really that big of a deal?

Second, its not like she fell in love him for his looks ?!?

She didn't go "omg there's a hot furry dude over there better go flirt with him😏" nO.

She fell in love with him for personality and decided to stay with him after he got wolfified even further, and for some reason y'all are mad as hell over that.

Get your act together wolflet haters. If I see a single hate comment on this ship in the comments I'm blocking you./gen :)

Jacin's development.

Okay, this one is not a problem in the fandom, but I just wanted to share it cause no one ever talks about this and it's honestly sad.

In the Princess and the Guard from the book Stars Above, we get a glimpse into Winter and Jacin's life when they were kids. From what we can see, Jacin was a happy kid.

In fact he was a happy teenager too until he was 15 and forced to join the guard. Then he because the sarcastic little ass we all know him as. 🥰

No, but seriously, I actually cried about this. My boy jacin was literally fine until Sybil Mira and Levana started controlling his whole life and now look how long it takes for him to open up and trust people. :(

Obviously,Winter is an exception, but he's known her for his whole life. He bonds with Cress too, but that's partly because he feels terrible about him not helping her when she was stuck in that satellite.

Idk if I'm just way too obsessed with Jacin's character (I probably am) but this was just rly sad to me.

Anyway that's all I think! Again, feel free to add more or talk about it in the comments <3

[unconsciouscelestial]

Just Fresh Friends...

as per request by @immalaneee       I hope you like it!! Fresh was a little bit of a challenge to write, but super fun. 

           You had no idea what you were going to do. Your best friend was getting married to this awful drag of a person- Tahira. Just thinking of the name made you cringe. She was always bitching or bragging about one thing or another, and would put you down often. You had tried to talk to your friend about it once, but they brushed it off and defended her. Their rose tinted glasses just couldn’t see her in a wrong light and you just couldn’t bring yourself to try and ruin it. To make matters worse, you had snapped at the wedding shower. Tahira had been going off about pairing you with one of her awful brothers at the wedding and you couldn’t stand the thought of spending that time with someone like her. You had retorted that you had a perfectly fine date lined up, and all her bridesmaids laughed, clearly unbelieving. So now you found yourself creating a profile on a dating app, requesting a friend only experience for a date to this wedding. You sat on your couch, letting The Fresh Prince of Bel Air reruns calm your nerves as you waited to see if anyone would reply. Every notification ding had you jumping to check, and then groaning in response. A couple people had replied, but you’re pretty sure they were expecting something else. You got ready for bed and mentally counting the days you had left (five), you groaned in trepidation. As you snuggled up into bed, you set your alarm to play the radio. As you drifted off to sleep, you realized you’d forgotten to turn off your tv.

       You awoke to Waterfalls by TLC softly playing on the radio. You smiled wide and remembered your crazy weird dreams about skeletons and frisbees, and you could have sworn there was fuzzy dice floating around somewhere? Checking your phone, there was two notifications. One was a non savoury picture of someone’s eggplant, and another was a totally obscure (but adorable!) response.

[Fresh: ‘Sup dudette? Thats one totally bunk situation, I’d be down to help make those haters jelly my radical brah]

You checked his profile and almost rolled off the bed laughing at this skeleton monster. It was like he walked straight out of a late 80’s early 90’s music video. You thought about it for a moment of malicious glee, what would Tahira think? She probably wouldn’t be jealous like he thought, but it would definitely make her swallow her words. And he sounds like he’d be fun to hangout with. Decision made you messaged him back.

 [you: Hey!! I appreciate that, everyone else on this dang app keeps sending me gross pictures or won’t get the hint that I’m looking for a friend only.]

 The reply was quick.

 [Fresh: Word! We’ll make those unradical muppets eat their shorts. Wanna get some grindage sometime before the shindig?]

 [You: grindage? ]

 [Fresh: good grub, eats, foodstuff ]

 [you: ohhhh! Like lunch or something? The wedding is in five days, so sure?]

 [Fresh: wicked. I’ll text ya later]

        The rest of your week went really well, you met up with Fresh and he took you to an arcade. You two spent the day getting to know each other a little and planned coordinating outfits. Thankfully you weren’t in the wedding party as they kept to family only. You had told Fresh where you lived, and when to pick you up. The day of the wedding arrived and you had just finished getting ready when your doorbell rang. Double checking your reflection, you felt amazing. You wore a beautiful purple knee length dress dotted with yellow flowers along the hem. Actually excited, you locked up behind you and flew down the stairs. Fresh was there on your apartment steps holding a bouquet of bright multicoloured gerbera daisies. He was wearing a bright neon purple tuxedo with a yellow waistcoat, and a bright pink bow. You grabbed one of the yellow Gerbera daisies and tucked it into Fresh’s breast pocket, patting it gently.

   “You look absolutely stellar, Fresh!”

   “Ditto dudette, you lookin hecka Fresh. Totally bangin’, my brah!” He returned the compliment, and his glasses read wowa and stuck out his arm for you to take before announcing “Radical! Let’s bounce!”

        You arrived at the venue and walked in arm in arm with Fresh. You were seated. As the wedding progressed you were willing to say your friend looked awesome, but Tahira looked... well, let’s go with not nice. You were again glad that you weren’t in the wedding party. Fresh made jokes under his breath the entire time during the ceremony, and it was all you could do to just stay quiet and not die laughing. You’re pretty sure the two of you got a lot of dirty looks but honestly you didn’t care at this point. You came to have fun and celebrate your friend, and having Fresh there as a new friend and backup felt invigorating.

        At the reception, it was pretty telling what Tahira had thought of you, as you and Fresh had been placed at the one of the “extras” tables, but at least everyone at the table was nice. They complimented both you and Fresh multiple times. After the meal the music started up, and the married couple had their first dance. You smiled the entire time at your friend, they looked so happy! When they finished You excused yourself to go to the washroom. Tahira and her bridesmaids had singled you out, and followed you in.

   “What the heck are you and your date even wearing? Purple and yellow? Bleh! And what’s with your date? He looks like he stepped out of the early 90’s!” They cackled at you. You balled your fists and got ready to retort, when a voice echoed from the doorway.

   “Yo, y/n, you straight?” Fresh had come to check on you. Relief flooded you, and gave you nerve. You ignored Tahira and left the washroom, almost bumping into Fresh.

   “So my brah, what’s the dealio with those totally unfresh dudettes?”

   “Gah! I don’t know. Tahira has just always been a {beeotch} to me, and her friends just join in...did I just get censored?? What the {heck}?” You looked around you for an answer, but Fresh started chuckling.

   “Brah, using that harsh lingo ain’t gonna fly around me!” He grinned, his glasses reading WORD. You sat down on a nearby bench and he sat down next to you, watching you intently.

   “Ohhh! I’m sorry, I’ll try to watch it... anyway yah she’s just had it out for me for a long while. Ever since she starting dating my friend.”

   “Oh snap, that’s way unradical dudette, she needs to chillax from that mad salt.”

   “Tell me about it,” You sighed. The music was really going now, sounded like a fun song to dance too. Fresh grinned and held out his hand to you, “Well my radical brah, that jam is my vibe. Let’s get jiggy”

      You placed your hand in his, blushing furiously, and he swept you up off your feet and into the middle of the dance floor. The two of you killed it, everyone was clapping. Even Tahira was totally staring at the two of you with obvious jealousy. Fresh waggled his glasses at you, and took your hands in his for a slow dance. You blushed furiously, and realized that you were now crushing hard on this totes rad skeleton.

Fresh belongs to @loverofpiggies

[usedtobethelegendcreator]

Lol kudos for the confidence but if ur just drawing for urself then don't post ur ugly shit here with a bunch of tags in the hopes it'll be liked lmao

Oh, anon. Dear, sweet little anon. I know you’re a troll, so I’ll take this step by step.

First off, yes, I do have confidence. You know why? Because I spent 16 years with the incarnation of Azula as my mother. Nothing you could ever accomplish would ever make you more intimidating than the woman who beat me up and kicked me out of the house. After all the shit I’ve gone through, I’m trying this thing called ‘be kind and take no shit’.

Second, you have some bold words for someone with atrocious grammar, but that’s beside my point. I post for my own enjoyment, yes, but do you know why I enjoy it? Why I’ve been doing it for five years? Because I’m fucking autistic. That’s why. And by ‘autistic’, I mean I was thoroughly evaluated by a licensed psychiatrist.

Third, there you go with ‘ugly shit’ again. Well, buddy boy, do I have some news for you.

See this? This means I took the certification tests for both Photoshop and Illustrator. I passed both. And if you’re such a critic, I’d like to see what you can draw.

Fourth, a bunch of tags? Really? I tag the characters present in the art, the ship (if any), the fandom, if it’s a crossover, and what kind of art it is. Sometimes I want to make a joke in the tags, in honor of Tumblr tradition. If you’re so desperately scraping for something to insult me with, find something better than properly tagging something.

Fifth?

I’m not here to get likes. I’m here because I fucking want to be. If I wanted to get likes, I’d go on Instagram or some other site. Sure, the likes are nice, but I’ve survived fandoms much more dead than ATLA. You try being a fanfic author in a legitimately dead fandom, like Beyblade Burst, for four years, then come back to me on that.

And guess what, sweet little anon? Three strikes. You’re out. I’m turning off anon asks. Dunk on me with your actual blog next time, where I can block you, instead of hiding like a coward.

I’m not above guilt-tripping if you’re this much of an asshole. Take note, potential anons.

Leaving the floor open for @thecrazyashley-blog, because, as one of the Encanto fandom’s mothers, I bet she might have something to say on the topic of fandom trolls.

Don’t fuck with me. 😀

[so-langdon]

Inevitable - Michael Langdon x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/N is the only one who refuses to believe Michael’s changing for the better after accepting Cordelia’s offer to join her and the coven. Her being the only one who won’t give him attention then, sparks a desire in Michael for her.

Warnings: Dominant! Michael, sexual tension, swearing, rough play, rough smut (spanking, choking, hair-pulling), swearing, dirty talk

A/N: Thank you for reading this if you do! <33 I hope it’s not too cringe, still trying to master the writing of smut loll.

Tagged: @rocketgirl2410 

Never before had Y/N felt such disapproval and repulsion from a choice of her Supreme Cordelia, until now. Cordelia was usually so wise, so insightful and so intelligent in her decisions and plans. 

This seemed to go out the window as she clearly fell for Michael Langdon’s sad boy act. Actually offering to bring this epitome of evil into the very place where he could annihilate any and all of the witches in an instant if he wanted. Cordelia was a fool for inviting Michael to their home to find his so called “humanity,” as if the son of satan actually had an ounce of empathy or compassion in him. 

Y/N had been at Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies for a few years, coming further along the fastest than any of Cordelia’s students before. She was still in the process of learning and expanding her powers, but she definitely had a higher position at the school alongside with Zoe and Queenie, other members of Cordelia’s counsel.

Zoe and Queenie supported Cordelia in her proposal to have Michael join their coven. It completely threw Y/N off guard, as she couldn’t believe that some of the smartest women in her life were behaving so foolishly and dumb. The level of stupidity they seemed to be exhibiting needed to be studied. 

“He’s the antichrist for goodness sake’s, and you’re practically giving him permission to kill us all in our sleep! He’s going to destroy all of us when we least expect it. We can not be this imprudent!” Y/N argued everyone as the discussion took place for Michael to come to the coven.  “There’s humanity in him,” Cordelia defends. “If he joins us, maybe we can find it.” “Key word being, ‘maybe.’ Cordelia, you know I respect and support everything you do, but this is unbelievably reckless and idiotic. He’s the antichrist. Have you forgotten this?” Y/N threw her hands in the air, trying to make sense of the situation that was actually happening.  “Everyone deserves a second chance,” Cordelia faintly smiles.  “Cordelia’s right,” Zoe interjects. “Maybe we can stop Cordelia’s visions of the world’s end through this.” Y/N shook her head, finding everything they said absurd. Looking at Queenie for some backup hopefully, even Queenie agreed. “I trust Cordelia. We want the evil right under our nose so we can keep watch, right?”

Since being overruled, Y/N has remained respectful though quiet of Cordelia’s decision, but deep down remained on edge, cautious and completely disappointed in her Supreme. There was no way this Michael Langdon could change for the better due to some TLC. 

The day Michael showed at the school, Cordelia introduced him to the witches in a house meeting, as if he were a new student, and explained to everyone the situation that there is always hope, even in the face of evil. 

Everyone stood or sat around in the room, listening to Cordelia carefully as she spoke and smiled over Michael’s presence. The girl’s followed in suit, crowding around him in an effort to make him feel welcome. But Y/N stayed back with Myrtle, who seemed to be her only ally. 

“You don’t really think this is a good idea, do you,” Y/N asked Myrtle with crossed arms. “You know this is stupid, right?” Myrtle sucked in a breath after removing her lips from the cigarette she held. “We may not understand her logic, but Delia has always had a way of knowing where her choices lead her and the coven. She didn’t become the Supreme for her recklessness.” “She may not be Supreme for long if this antichrist actually lives under our roof.” “Bite your tongue, darling,” the soft-spoken woman pointed to Y/N. “We need to trust in her. Don’t be a hater, dear,” she added, walking forward to greet with the boy. 

Remaining impassive and unmoved, Y/N stood in the back of the room, watching the girls surround Michael as he timidly smiled and talked to his new “family.” She studied him carefully, overlooking him with narrowed eyes.

Michael stood around in his old Hawthorne’s suit and tie, soft blond locks flowing around his head just above his shoulders. She could see the piercing blue eyes from where she stood, seeing as they flickered around at each new face, looking to be overwhelmed and hesitant as he met everyone.

She hadn’t gone with Cordelia, Zoe and Myrtle to the Hawthorne school when the meeting over the Seven Wonders was requested. She stayed to overrun and overlook the coven while they were gone.

Seeing this Michael Langdon for the first time had her stomach tossing and turning, from disgust she assumed, knowing there would be no way any other feeling would result in her. 

She couldn’t deny the boy was fit, standing tall and lean, a hidden confidence showing from him. But his looks weren’t going to distract or have her giving him sympathy like it had to Cordelia, and now, everyone else. If everyone else was going to fall for this sad boy act, so be it. But she wasn’t going to be one of them.

~~~

The first few days with Michael’s newly presence had Y/N weary and suspicious, but acting as she would otherwise. Teaching her classes (which Michael now attended), going over incantations, spells, offering tips and bits of advice to the girls. She simply just acted like Michael wasn’t there.

She was aware of his presence, of course always keeping a subtle eye on him to make sure he wasn’t going to suddenly expose his ulterior motives that she knew he had to have. But at the same time, ignored him completely. 

As if it mattered anyway. 

Michael was no stranger to feeling alone as the following weeks continued to pass. The girls at the coven graciously accepted him into their home. Offering their own bits of advice and “tutoring” skills to him, like he really needed it. He had already performed the Seven Wonders test. Why are earth he had to be present in each class, Y/N didn’t know, but she hadn’t understood any of Cordelia’s decisions as of late.

Y/N saw the growth in Michael, easily. From a timid, apprehensive stance in the beginning when he first arrived, to a sultry, cocky attitude. The dismay she felt in her sisters as they all seemed to fall to Michael’s feet, batting their eyelashes, giving too friendly smiles and too try-hard giggles, was sickening. This safe haven of a coven was turning into a mess. 

Everyone was hesitant and careful in the beginning with Michael too, knowing who he was and where he came from. But it was all forgotten as soon as that little prick smiled, seeming to melt everyone’s hearts around him.

She didn’t understand it. He was the antichrist for a reason, and it was all ignored as soon as he simply breathed in their direction. Sure he was civil and friendly with everyone, but the charm he laid out, how enticing he became, it was like she was watching him lay traps out for everyone and smirked as he caught them all without lifting a finger. 

Everyone could be problematic and fall for his stupid captivating blue eyes and perfectly plump, pink lips that grinned in a way that had Y/N’s heart dropping each time she saw the corners of his mouth raise if they wanted. But she knew who he was deep down, and that wasn’t going to change with the coven’s affection and newfound care for this figure of evil. 

As long as she didn’t have to deal and interact with him, but could keep a watchful eye out for everyone, she figured everything would be okay. She’d continue to keep her guard up with him, but could go along with her life as normal otherwise. 

But this wasn’t sitting well with Michael. From the very first day, he sensed the hesitation and aversion in her for him. He knew it was probably because of who he is and what he had done. Everyone would be careful with him of course understandably, but they all warmed up to him within a few weeks as he showed progress and potential in being better. 

Everyone but her. Y/N.

And it made him furious. 

~~~

The angered words, “What is your problem with me,” fall from Michael’s mouth as he tries to maintain a calm demeanor as he follows Y/N up the stairs of the double staircase towards the hallway that leads to her room.  “Who said I have a problem with you,” Y/N answers back deadpan to Michael, not bothering to look back at him as she walks up the steps. “I know you do,” Michael starts. Y/N doesn’t care to say anything else, just continues to walk up the steps and down the hall towards her room so she can ultimately create distance between her and him. Michael persists behind her as she walks down the hall. He feels the annoyance boiling in him as he speaks to her, even if the conversation has just started. He feels completely ignored from her lack of prominent interest and attention to him. No eye contact, no emotion to her tone, a cold-shouldered type of vibe coming from her, and he hates it. “Hello? I’m speaking to you,” Michael glares. “I just told you I couldn’t go over a spell, that’s all. I have other things to attend to, don’t be so dramatic,” Y/N explains, stopping at her room door and turning to Michael who stands before her.  Y/N had just been in the kitchen with a newly young student and was going over a Pyrokinesis spell with her to get started on gaining control of her powers. Michael witnessed this, and as the girl left, Michael had asked Y/N if she could go over and teach the spell to him as well. It had immediately become the longest conversation they had had since his arrival and Y/N was already tired of it. So she blew him off, saying she had to get going, and simply left with that. But Michael was refusing to accept her rejection.  “Really, other things? Such as?” Michael knew she was bluffing and making up lies to get out of even wanting to speak with him any longer. He’d had it with her and was ready to face the truth from her on why she seemed so intent on ignoring his existence.  “Is it really any of your business,” Y/N crosses her arms. “You don’t need to learn a new spell anyway. You know how to generate and control fire all on your own considering your.. abilities,” she looks at him with a bit disgust.  “Considering my ‘abilities.’ What is that supposed to mean?” Michael narrows his eyes. “Exactly how it sounds,” Y/N answers impassively and turns, opening her door and walking in. She tries to close the door behind her, but Michael pushes it open, inviting himself in and closing her bedroom door after. “Get out of my room,” she demands as he stands before her in bedroom, eyes glaring at him.  “Not until you explain what the hell I did to you,” Michael states. “What does that mean,” Y/N asks.  “It means, ever since my first day here, you’ve acted as if I don’t exist, treated me like I’m not even here.” Y/N rolls her eyes.  “You never call on me in class,” he points, “you don’t offer me any advice, you haven’t even had a decent conversation with me unless you count when we pass each other in the hallway and you give a fake as fuck smile when I say hello to you,” Michael explains, fists tightening by his sides. Y/N laughs a bit to herself and crosses her arms.  “You think this is funny?” Michael glares. “I’m just amused,” Y/N explains. “You have plenty of ‘friends’ here, why does it matter if I’m one of them?” “You act like I don’t exist,” Michael calls.  “Who cares? You’re seriously this concerned over a lack of attention from me? You have endless attention from any of the girls downstairs.” “I’d just like to receive a little bit of human decency from you,” Michael states. “Human decency?” Y/N raises her eyes. “You’re kidding me, right?” “Why would I be kidding?” He steps over to her. “You think I enjoy being ignored by you constantly?” “Seriously? Get a grip and grow up,” she drops her arms by her sides. “You have all the girl’s here fawning over you, giving any and all of the recognition and admiration you need,” she waves off. “And what is that supposed to mean,” Michael narrows his eyes. “Oh please, I see how everyone flirts with you. Laughing too hard at your jokes and sarcastic remarks, fluttering their eyes at you and speaking in compliments and flattery.” Michael lets out a small laugh.  “You think this is funny, now?” Y/N glares. “I think I’m impressed,” Michael grins.  She scoffs at his words. “You’ve clearly paid more attention to me than I thought you did.” Y/N narrows her eyes and crosses her arms again.  “You’ve noticed all the female attention and praise I get around here more than I thought. I figured you were too busy with everyone else to give me the time of day, but clearly, you do pay attention to me,” he smirks. Y/N lets out an annoyed “hmp,” grinning frustratingly. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” Y/N starts. “’Get her a bit riled up, that’ll show her and get her to admit some kind of...’ what?” She mocks. “Attraction and admiration for you?” Michael half shrugs, his hands clasping behind his back. “You’re the one that followed me all the way up to my room, demanding to know why I won’t give you some attention. You’re the one that’s concerned over the fact that I’m not worshiping you at your feet like everyone else here is, and you have the audacity to spin it back on me?” Michael with a smug expression, steps closer to her again, “Trust me, you’ll be on your knees for me sooner than you think.” Y/N glares, “You wish. Now get the fuck out of my room.” “No. I’m not done talking about this.” “Well I am, and I want you out. Now,” she states, pointing to her door. “It doesn’t work that way,” he tilts his head to the side a big, grinning lightly. “It does in this house. You’re not the fucking king, alpha or even the Supreme here,” she starts, taking a step toward him. “You’re beneath all of us, you will never be at any of our levels, no matter who your father is,” Y/N calls.  “You better watch who you’re talking to,” Michael informs, anger registering on his face. “Or what? You gonna hurt me? Kill me?” She fake gasps. “Show everyone here that you are exactly who you’re supposed to be?” Michael glares more towards her. “You’re just a weak, scared little boy who craves appraisal and adoration from any and everyone,” Y/N taunts, “but then goes crying to his daddy when he doesn’t get his way.” Michael still glaring, reaches over with just a bit of space between them and grips her throat with a hand, forcing her to look at him, staring directly into those enticing blue eyes of his. Her hands grab around Michael’s hand on her, eyes widening a bit from the sudden touch. “I’d fucking apologize and cooperate with me if I were you. You’ll regret it if you don’t. The last thing you want to do is to be speaking to me the way you are,” Michael seethes, letting go of her throat with a harsh shove. Y/N looks at him with wide eyes, eyeing him with disgust. But then she suddenly begins to laugh.  He raises his eyes with vexation. “You don’t fucking scare me. You wish it was that easy and that I’d just cooperate, but you won’t be getting any of that bullshit from me -- And don’t you ever put your fucking hands on me again,” she snaps. “You have no right to demand anything. You’re here because Cordelia fell for your fake ass act, but I’m not dumb like everyone else. I know who you are and what you’re up to.” “Yeah, which is what, exactly? Please enlighten me,” Michael asks, striding over. “You know exactly what it is,” she answers, stepping backward each step as Michael gets closer. “Everyone else may think you’ve changed, but I know you haven’t really.” “Haven’t I?” He muses. “Of course not. You can’t change someone as rotten and twisted as you,” Y/N glares.  “Is that what you believe, or are you just trying to tell yourself that so you don’t feel guilty for feeling the way you really do for me?” “What,” Y/N calls. “Feeling what way?” “You know exactly what,” he smirks. “The only things I feel for you are disgust and repulsion,” she crosses her arms, trying to stand her ground. “You can keep telling yourself that, but don’t forget who I am -- which clearly you haven’t.” “If only I could,” she rolls her eyes.  “Don’t act like you’re almighty and better than any of the other witches here, like you feel no sense of attraction for me. I can smell the lust radiating from you,” Michael speaks smugly.  Y/N drops her jaw, mortified at his words. They weren’t true. Were they? No, of course not. She was repulsed by him, by every bit of his existence. He was just fucking with her, that’s what he was supposed to do, considering on who he is. She steps forward, closing the space between them almost as she raises her hand to slap him across the face. Before her hand can come in contact with his cheek, he grips her wrist, holding it before her. With a growing smirk, he pulls on the hold of her wrist and brings her into his body, closing the small space between them, crashing his lips to hers. Pulling her hand away from Michael, she steps back, gasping with widened eyes at his sudden actions.  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing,” she calls. “Doing exactly what we both want to do,” he strides again towards her. She backs up, trying to keep space between them. “You’re the last person I’d ever want to kiss, much less anything else. I utterly despise you,” she glares, still stepping backward until her her back hits the wall. “If that’s what you want to call it, fine,” Michael smirks. “But I know we both want this. So you can either fight it and prolong the inevitable, or just let it happen already.” Y/N glares, hating the way he’s so arrogant in his words and supposedly knows her. He doesn’t know her, he doesn’t know what she wants, or what she feels for him. The way he’s so prideful contradicts his confidence, it’s just annoying. What’s even more annoying is she thinks Michael may be right about her after all. 

Leaning up, she presses her lips to Michael’s, closing the space between them. She grabs onto the knot of his bow-tie, pulling him towards her body as he presses himself firmly to her, an arm wrapping around her waist, the other hand pressing against the wall beside them to hold himself up. Kissing deeply, enjoying the way each other tastes, sets off an explosion between them. Y/N’s hand moves around Michael’s neck, the other cupping his cheek as he continues to hold her to him. Y/N can feel the hardness of his cock against her thigh, causing her to moan softly into Michael’s mouth. Her hand pushes up through Michael’s blond locks, gripping and pulling at the roots lightly, causing Michael to groan himself. Michael removes his hand from the wall, sliding it down the side of her body, along her covered curves. He pushes his hand up her black skirt, pressing his palm against her fabric covered heat. He rubs against her teasingly, Y/N moaning out as she leans her head back.  “I haven’t even done anything yet and I can already feel how wet you are,” Michael whispers huskily into her ear, cocky smirk residing on his face as he laughs arrogantly after.  “I’ll slap that fucking smirk off your face if you don’t get rid of it,” Y/N breathes out as she looks at him.  “I’d like to see you try,” Michael challenges. Before Y/N can say anything else, Michael pulls his blazer off, tossing it aside and turns her around, her front pressing to the wall. Y/N bites on her lip, turning her head as if to look back at Michael. “And what exactly do you plan on doing now?” “I plan on treating you exactly the way you should be treated,” Michael hisses into her ear from behind, pulling up her skirt to her waist, revealing her black lace underwear. “Fuck, who knew a stuck up witch bitch like you could be so sexy,” Michael whispers, hands grabbing her ass cheeks, rubbing and spreading them apart for a second as he kneels down. He kisses at the bottom of her back just before the trim of where her underwear lies. He kisses at each of her back dimples, finding them sexy, bringing his lips to her right ass cheek, kissing her, then the other side. Y/N’s breathes heavily to herself as she feels Michael’s lips against her. It’s a confusing situation. She figures Michael Langdon would be the type to fuck thoroughly and relentlessly. But here he was, seeming to take his time and kissing her affectionately.  Until, Y/N snaps a, “Ow, hey!” when Michael bites her ass through the fabric, causing him to grin. The bite was hard enough that it would leave a mark on her for sure, which is what he really wanted. A discreet way of claiming her. He stands up after, fingers hooking into the sides of her underwear, pulling down until they drop and pool at Y/N’s feet. She closes her eyes when she feels Michael’s fingers slide against her heat, causing her to forget the pain of the bite, moving through her folds and to her clit. He rubs a circle against her, causing Y/N to moan out and bite her lip. “For someone who claims to be so repulsed by me, you sure are fucking wet,” Michael taunts, sliding his finger through her folds again and down to her lightly pulsing entrance to where he pushes a finger in. Y/N bites down on her lip harder but mumbles out a soft, “Fuck.” Michael pumps his finger in, starting at a slow pace, wanting to tease and work her up. His slow pace has Y/N prominently whining and whimpering and grinding against his finger for more friction. Hearing Y/N’s whiny, heavy breaths has him smirking, knowing how needy she’s becoming already. He adds a second finger soon after, Y/N releasing a relieved sigh, and moaning more as he quickens his movements. He curls his fingers as he keeps pumping, Y/N moaning out again. “You better be more quiet than this when I fuck the shit out of you. Can’t have the whole coven hearing you screaming,” Michael says, pumping his fingers and pressing his thumb against her clit as he moves his hand. “I don’t think that will be a problem,” she breathes out, but speaking as clear as she can. “Considering your incompetence,” Y/N says, ignoring the pleasure building in her stomach for a second as she bites back at Michael with her snarky reply. But then in one swift motion, she feels Michael remove his fingers. Y/N narrows her eyes at the lack of touch. But then she yelps, eyes widening from the sharp pain that shoots through her ass from the slap of Michael’s hand.  “You sure about that?” Michael hisses, gripping her hair into ponytail and pulling her head back. She gasps, groaning a bit from the yank as she closes her eyes, whimpering a bit from the pull. “What was that? Can’t hear you?” Michael glares. Y/N huffs out a breath. “Isn’t that what you wanted? To not be able to hear me,” she says, opening her eyes and looking towards the ceiling as Michael holds her hair tightly. He lets go, her eyes looking back at the wall. “If you talk shit again, I’ll hit you even harder,” Michael whispers into her ear from behind. Y/N swallows, biting her tongue to stay quiet. Not to listen and please him, but to not give in to his dirty talk, knowing she likes everything he’s doing to her so far. She didn’t want to give him that satisfaction and have him know how much she was really enjoying everything. Though I’m sure he could sense it.  Michael slides his hand back down, over her ass where he spanked and bit her, and back to her heat. He pushes his two fingers inside of her with ease, pumping them again, curling his fingers and causing Y/N to shut her eyes and bite her lip to not moan out. Michael’s other hand reaches around her waist, sliding down to find her clit. He pumps his fingers inside of her faster, harder, his other hand beginning to rub at her clit in fierce circles.  “Oh fuck, Michael,” Y/N breathes out, leaning her forehead against the wall. As his movements continue, keeping a consistent pattern, Y/N whimpers out softly, feeling the tightening clench in her stomach.  “You know, maybe I do want to hear you scream,” he says, and Y/N knows there’s a smug look on his face without even having to look. As his fingers rub circles against her clit, rubbing her back and forth and harder, Y/N drops her jaw, feeling the wave of pleasure beginning to consume her. It builds and builds, she’s close and she knows she’s about to finish. Until Michael stops suddenly, ceasing all pleasure from occurring at all.  Y/N opens her eyes, turning her head around a bit. “Hey, what the fuck,” she glares. “Oh, did that bother you? That I stopped what I was doing?” Michael smirks, his hands moving to the top of his pants as he unzips them. “Obviously it did, you fuck,” Y/N rolls her eyes. Another gasp leaves Y/N’s mouth, the sting of another slap on her ass causing her to groan and wince at the same time. It hurt, but so good, so deliciously, she wasn’t sure if she should risk the humiliation of asking Michael for more. “I said, talk shit to me again, and it’ll be even harder,” Michael states, grabbing her waist and turning her around to face him. With her breath heavy and shallow, hands hovering in the air a second as she doesn’t know where to put them, she gives a doe-like look to him almost, but then glares at him again. Michael smirks knowing he has an effect on her, clearly, and presses his body to hers. He slides his fingers back in her, Y/N parting her lips and leaning her head back, closing her eyes. “Maybe you like it when I hit you. You’re practically dripping down my fingers. Is that what gets you going?” He taunts her as he pumps his fingers inside of her slowly. Y/N opens her eyes, glaring at Michael again. “Are you just going to mock and tease me, or are you going to fuck me already?” Michael forcibly turns her around again, pressing her against the wall harder than last time and spanks her ass twice as hard as the last time too, the slap ringing through the room. “Fuck, Michael,” she breathes out, tightening her eyes for a second. She couldn’t explain how into it she was, the aching pleasure compensated for the pain. She’d never been treated this way before, and she had never enjoyed this intimacy with someone before as much as she was with Michael. She couldn’t believe she was experiencing this with him, of all people.  “You don’t get to decide when my cock is ready for you,” Michael hisses. “You’ve treated me like shit since the day I arrived, like I’m worth nothing to you. And now you think you can decide when you get my cock? You really think I’m going to make it that easy?” Y/N breathes out shakily, his low, husky voice bringing a tremble to her body. He was right, she had ignored him, for lack of a better term, since he arrived. But now, she wanted him completely, wanted him to fuck her until she was sore and aching. She didn’t trust him, and yet, she was letting him do all this to her and was greedy for more of it. “Is this what you want,” Michael whispers into Y/N’s ear, the head of his cock sliding against Y/N heat though her folds, teasing her pulsing, slick center. “Mm, Michael,” she whines, leaning her forehead against the wall. “Use your words,” Michael grins, continuing to tease her, aligning his cock with her entrance and pushing in a bit, Y/N humming out pleasurably, but pulling back out as he hears her, causing Y/N to groan with frustration.  “Yes Michael, fuck,” she begs, pressing her hands harder against the wall to help steady her, letting out a deep breath. “Fucking beg for it.” Michael hisses. “Beg for my cock.” Y/N bites down on her lip again, trying to contain her frustration and aggravation of Michael’s teasing. His cock continued to slick against her, teasing her, taunting her of what she so clearly wanted. “I want your cock.” “That was fucking pathetic,” Michael spits, drawing the tip of his cock back. “You’ll have to do a lot better than that.” Y/N rolled her eyes up, conflicted with giving in to begging Michael, or standing her ground. But when Michael teases her again, pushing the tip of his head into her wet heat more, it’s just enough to make her give in to the temptation and carnal pleasure. “Fuck, please Michael. Please fuck me,” she breathed out whiny.  “Better be more specific than that,” Michael says. Y/N sighs frustratedly. “I want your cock inside of me,” she begged. “I want you to fuck me until I’m aching, please.” Michael turns her around to face him, her eyes connecting to his in an instant. He grabs a fist full of her hair like earlier, making sure her eyes stay focused on him. “You’re much more tolerable when you’re begging me to fuck you. When you’re needy like this, completely at my mercy,” he smirks, grabbing her leg and causing it to wrap around his waist. “It’s so pathetic, it’s almost cute.” Y/N glares, not sure if she wants to slap him across the face or kiss him. “Fuck you, Mi--” Y/N starts, but stops when Michael tightens his fist in her hair and pushes his cock inside of her. “Oh, fuck,” Y/N calls out, head leaning back slightly from the hair pull. Y/N didn’t have to see Michael’s cock in full to know how big he was. She could feel it, feel his massive, thick length as he thrusted so deep and full inside of her, creating an undeniable pull of pleasure already that was rooted deep inside her, something she never felt so quickly before with anyone.  Michael lets go of her hair only to grab her throat, causing Y/N’s eyes to flutter closed, moaning out over it. Fucking into her relentlessly, Y/N thought back to how this is how she assumed Michael Langdon fucked. Not softly, not diligently, but rough, hard, thoroughly. She knew she would feel him for days after this encounter and she was embracing every moment of it.  Michael rocked his hips harder against her, skin slapping against skin as he kept slamming into her, increasing his movements and speed. Y/N’s hand held onto the wrist of his hand that was around her throat, her other hand pressed back to the wall to stabilize herself as she felt the deep thrust of Michael, needing to steady herself as he pounded away, feeling an unhinging forming in the pit of her stomach as she moved with him and matched his movements.  “That’s it, keep going,” Michael breathes out, gripping her throat a bit tighter. “You can take it. You can take my full cock filling up every bit of you,” he groans. “Shit, harder Michael,” Y/N whines through his hold, opening her eyes.  Michael doesn’t hesitate to listen, letting go of her throat and gripping her hips tightly with both hands as he thrusts harder and deeper, reaching a spot and activating a new sense of pleasure in Y/N that she hadn’t ever felt before. The best sex of her life of course would be with the antichrist.  “Fuck, I’m so close,” Y/N breathes out heavily, whimpering over Michael’s harsh movements that were causing her inner spasms, seeing the blissful expression on his own face as he fucked her thoroughly.  Michael slides a hand from her hip, down towards her clit, rubbing circles along her as he focuses. Continuing to thrust into her, quickening his movements even more, rubbing fast, small circles along her clit, he doesn’t need her to tell him she’s close, he can figure it all on his own from the way she feels. “O-Oh fuck, Michael, right there, right there,” Y/N calls out, mouth parted open, the fullness of Michael and rubbing of her clit causing her to tighten her eyes as she feels herself starting to cum, waves of pleasure jolting through her as her stomach tightens and unhinges.  Feeling Y/N contract and release against him, hearing the way she's moaning, the way she looks herself with feeling undeniable carnal pleasure, has Michael cumming himself, his movements becoming sloppier as he slows down and thrusts through his own orgasm. 

As Michael slows to a gradual stop, taking a second to catch his breath, Y/N sighs out, feeling pleasurably content. Michael pulls out of Y/N, earning a wince from her in the process of feeling the absence of his large length.  Michael pushes a hand through his blond hair, grabbing his blazer off the floor and zips up his pants again. Y/N pulls down on her skirt to cover herself to keep some privacy and dignity of the moment. “I hope you know that just because I let you fuck me, doesn’t mean I like you now,” Y/N mumbles, pushing down on her hair to try and contain it’s ruffled mess.  Michael chuckles cockily to himself, and looks at her after pulling his blazer back on. He steps over to her, closing the space between them again, causing Y/N to look up at him. He looks her over, smugly, and Y/N wishes she knew what was going through his mind.  “You really don’t get it do you,” Michael says. Y/N narrows her eyes.  “I’m not going to destroy your coven, kill your sisters and Cordelia, or do whatever it is that you think I’m doing.” Y/N squints her eyes skeptically. Michael suddenly grabs her throat, pushing her back to the wall, Y/N eyes looking at him confused. “If I wanted to ruin your coven, if I wanted to kill any of you here, I could in an instant and the world would go on without missing a beat,” he whispers lowly to her. Y/N glares. “I could annihilate any one of you in a second, including you, especially when you had your guard down as I fucked you.” Y/N glares more.  “But I didn’t,” he says nonchalant. “If I wanted to, I could; I could have started with you easily. So you can drop the ‘almighty, superior’ act of not trusting me, and maybe you grow up and realize, people can change. Yeah?” Michael smirks, letting go of her throat and stepping back. Y/N hates how she’s given in to everything today. She didn’t want to interact with him in the first place, but with all that’s happened and so willingly, he was breaking her down. He had everyone under his finger except her, though, maybe now he was getting to her too, because she was conflicted over believing Michael’s words now. “You could be playing me,” Y/N says. “You could be bullshitting me into believing this, and then when I’ve kept my guard down long enough, you kill all of us when we least expect it.” “I could snap my fingers and Thanos you all,” Michael states matter of fact. “Did you just reference the Avengers: Infinity War? Seriously?” Y/N rolls her eyes Michael grins. “Just saying. I don’t need to gain your trust and make sure you keep your guard down to kill anyone. I could do it in an instant if I wanted to. But I don’t. So quit fucking worrying,” Michael states and steps to her door. Y/N looks after him, crossing her arms. Everything he’s saying makes sense. Clearly he’s powerful enough, what with completely the Seven Wonders. He could have killed her or done something when fucking her, too. What did he need to wait on? Was this Michael just breaking her down for some reason, or was he actually changing? “Also, I’m taking you out to dinner on Friday,” Michael says as he looks back at her before leaving. “What,” Y/N narrows her eyes. “Why?” “For our date,” Michael smirks. “Our ‘date,’” Y/N raises her eyes. “Should have bought you dinner first before all of this. All that gentleman shit, right?” She stares at him with a narrowed expression. “You can say you’re repulsed by me all you want. But we both know you’re really not. Anyway, be ready by 7. You’re in for one hell of night,” Michael winks and leaves, closing the door behind her. Y/N stares at the closed door, dumbfounded over what just happened. She hated and despised him (or so she told herself) just this morning, and now she was going on a date with him later in the week, apparently. What confused her the most was she was smiling now and finding herself suddenly excited for the date. Maybe Michael was changing after all. All she knew now was that it was only a matter of time before she’d end up falling for his captivating soul, like everyone else had. The only difference was, Michael was falling for her soul too. It was inevitable.

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A/N: Any feedback is much appreciated! :)) Thanks for reading! <3

[bentonpena]

Tofu Freaking Rules

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We need to talk about tofu. As Beyond Meat and Impossible Burger mania sweeps the globe, the OG vegan protein is getting left behind—and I, for one, hate to see it. If you’re serious about reducing your reliance on animal products, tofu has the potential to change your diet—and life—for the better.

To some extent, I get why so many people, particularly American meat-eaters, are resistant to the entire concept of tofu. Western culture has ruthlessly (and racist-ly) slandered the humble soy-based protein for as long as we’ve known about it, so a lot of us were basically programmed from birth to think it’s garbage.

I’m begging you to reconsider. When correctly prepared, tofu is a textural marvel, running the gamut from delicate and custardy to deep-fried and crunchy. Its unmatched flavor-absorbing powers make it a total chameleon; it truly can be anything you want it to be. I’ve loved tofu my whole meat-eating life, and I’m here to convert the naysayers. Welcome to my Tofu Manifesto.

You’re probably thinking about tofu all wrong

The biggest, wrongest tofu misconception is that it’s strictly a meat substitute. Sure, it can be that if it needs to—but tofu’s closest animal protein analog is actually the egg. On their own, eggs are bland; it’s their ability to morph into a staggering array of forms and textures that makes them so special. However you like your eggs—fried crisp with lacy edges, scrambled soft with lots of butter, or cooked into a puffy, tender frittata—I’m willing to bet your preferences come down to texture rather than flavor.

The same is true for tofu, which is why I’m skeptical when people insist they don’t like how it tastes. Soft and silken tofu has a more noticeable soy milk vibe than the firm stuff, but for the most part, it adds no flavor whatsoever to a dish. Tofu only tastes as good as the sauce it’s served in—texture is basically the whole point.

It’s embarrassingly easy to make tofu taste amazing

Contrary to popular assumption, delicious tofu takes barely any work at all. In fact, all the usual hacks try way too hard: Pressing takes forever (and freezing even longer); marinating often yields profoundly mediocre results; a cornstarch dredge too easily sogs out. None of these techniques work particularly well on medium-to-soft tofu, and with the exception of marinating, they also offer absolutely nothing in the way of seasoning.

For all of these reasons and more, the salt water trick is the only tofu hack worth knowing. Hot, salty water is a tofu prep triple threat: It dehydrates firm tofu so it crisps up quickly, sets super-fragile soft tofu so it doesn’t fall apart, and seasons everything through and through. It also adds as much work to your dinner prep as boiling pasta. I’ll get into the specific techniques in a bit; for now, just know that the salt water hack promoted tofu from something I’d buy occasionally to a legit, can’t-live-without-it staple.

If you remain unmoved, I’ve collected my favorite tofu products and preparations in one place, starting with the most hater-friendly ones. This isn’t a recipe post—it’s all about the technique. (Where applicable, I’ll link to specific recipes that I used and explain how I adjusted them to work with tofu, with the hope that you’ll soon be doing the same.)

Even hardline skeptics love fried tofu puffs

Tofu puffs are cheap, delicious, deep-fried flavor sponges that need zero prep; in other words, they’re easy to love. You can toss them whole into curries and stews for a fun textural element, but I strongly recommend taking 30 seconds to slice them in half. With their honeycomb-like interiors exposed, these puffy little nuggets soak up sauce like nobody’s business—without compromising their crispiness.

To show them off, I made my favorite Maangchi recipe—cheese buldak, or fire chicken with cheese—with halved tofu puffs instead of chicken breast.

Those two ingredients are obviously nothing alike, but the swap totally works thanks to the insanely powerful sauce. Red-hot both in color and spice level, surprisingly sweet, and with enough fresh ginger and garlic to put hair on your chest, it more than picks up the slack for something as bland as chicken breast or unseasoned tofu. Having made this dish with chicken dozens of times, I have to say—I prefer the puffs. Even when saturated with sauce, they stay light and puffy, which is the perfect contrast to the ultra-chewy texture of sliced rice cakes and melted mozzarella.

Pressed tofu does (most of) the prep work for you

As the name implies, pressed tofu has already been pressed to remove most of its moisture, resulting in a pleasantly toothsome texture. You can buy it pre-seasoned with soy sauce and five spice powder, but I like it plain so I can season it however I like.

Here, I whipped up a vaguely Spam-inspired mixture of roughly 2 tablespoons each of soy sauce and sugar, plus a teaspoon of garlic powder and a few shakes of smoky hot sauce (El Yucateco Black Label Reserve for life). I added some cubed pressed tofu and let everyone hang out about 20 minutes, flipping them around halfway through. You don’t need much marinade; a shallow layer is plenty.

I then used it to bulk up a super basic batch of fried rice with ginger, garlic, carrots, and frozen peas. The cubes got nicely crispy and charred on the edges, and were just what I needed to add some substance to a huge bowl of fried carbs.

Unseasoned pressed tofu also makes great vegan “paneer:” Cube it up and marinate in lemon juice with a few pinches of salt for 30 minutes, or longer if you have the time. As with regular paneer, you can pan-fry the tofu or leave it alone; either way, you’ll be surprised at how closely the marinated tofu mimics the texture and flavor of the real thing.

Medium-to-firm tofu needs a little TLC

This range of the tofu spectrum is the most recognizable and the least immediately appealing. I mean, just look at this:

In my experience, the variations between medium, firm, and extra-firm tofu are pretty meaningless, and I use them all interchangeably. Left uncooked, they all have a texture best described as “rubbery,” with no discernible flavor at all. Their highest calling is getting crispy in a hot skillet and doused in a flavorful sauce.

All you need to make crunchy pan-fried tofu is salt water, a good nonstick pan, and all of 20-30 minutes. That’s it. Here’s my usual procedure for a standard 1-pound block.

Before I do any other ingredient prep, I bring 2-3 cups of salted water and 2 teaspoons of table salt to a strong boil in a saucepan. Then I cut the heat, slide in my tofu, and let it sit while I prepare the rest of the recipe. After 15-20 minutes, I drain off the water and either pat the tofu dry on clean towels or leave it in the colander until I need it.

To get that crispy surface going, I coat my big cast-iron skillet with a thin layer of neutral oil and heat it over medium-high. I then add the tofu, spread it into an even layer, and leave it completely alone for at least 5 minutes.

Once the edges start to brown, I flip it over and do the same on the other side.

Boom. Done. Obviously, I used crumbled tofu here—it’s my favorite—but this works just as well with cubes, slabs, triangles, or any other shape you can dream up.

Don’t sleep on crumbled tofu

I know I said that tofu isn’t a meat substitute, but crispy tofu crumbles get really fucking close. In many cases, I prefer them to meat because they hold their shape—and a surprising amount of crunch—even when simmered for a long time. Sure, they don’t give you the specific richness you get with ground pork or beef, but with the right recipe you won’t miss it at all.

Speaking of the right recipe, Bon Appétit Test Kitchen director Chris Morocco’s spicy sweet sambal pork noodles are flawless—but, despite the name, I’ve actually never made them with meat. I only had tofu the first time I made them, and they turned out so well that I’m fine with never learning how they taste with pork.

I make the recipe exactly as written, except—obviously—I leave the pork out. Instead, I fry up soaked, crumbled firm tofu in a separate skillet while the sauce simmers, then dump ‘em in and toss everything together with cooked noodles. This cuts at least 30 minutes off the cook time without compromising on anything except porkiness, which I promise won’t even register.

You can also use tofu crumbles like ground beef. I usually throw in some minced onion and garlic in once the tofu is nice and crispy, then cook it down with a little tomato paste, taco seasoning, and cheap beer if I’ve got it.

It’s not beefy, exactly, but it tastes incredible in its own right—and makes a killer vegan-friendly crunchwrap filling.

You can roast tofu, too

Maybe you’d rather not spray your stovetop with oil in the name of crispy tofu. In that case, roasted tofu is for you. The results are directly comparable to pan-frying—they just take a little longer to get there.

Start with soaked, drained tofu, preferably cut into triangles or flat slabs so they’re easy to flip. Arrange on a clean towel and let them dry out while your oven preheats to 450ºF.

If you like, cut a vegetable of your choice into similarly-sized pieces and toss them with a tablespoon or two of neutral oil; I’m using kabocha squash here.

Place a sheet pan on the lowest oven rack. After about 3 minutes, add 2-3 tablespoons of neutral oil to the pan, put it back in the oven, and heat for another minute or two. Carefully transfer the tofu and vegetables to the hot oiled pan, return to the bottom rack, and roast for at least 20 minutes. Flip everything over and roast for another 15-20 minutes, until the tofu is super crispy on both sides and the vegetables are browned and soft.

You can eat the whole shebang straight off the pan—perhaps drizzled with spicy peanut sauce or chili oil—but I added mine to a quick curry made with Maesri panang curry paste, palm sugar, and coconut milk. (Maesri is the only brand I’ve found that doesn’t use shrimp paste or fish sauce; if you usually avoid prepared curry paste for allergy or vegan reasons, give it a try.)

To be completely honest, the kabocha was a miss—the flesh was too dry, and the skin was super tough. The crispy roasted tofu, however, slapped. They can’t all be bangers; such is the nature of experimentation.

When you feel ready, silken tofu is there for you

The next stop on our tour de tofu is the most controversial, misunderstood one yet: Soft or silken tofu. Yes, it’s bland. Unseasoned coagulated soy milk isn’t going to blow your mind with super-concentrated umami or whatever. But when prepared correctly, soft tofu is more than just delicious—it’s absolutely sublime. I will go to bat for it all day long, and I would love to tell you why.

The dish that changed my mind about silken tofu came from Biwa, a now-closed izakaya-style bar in Portland. It was deceptively simple: A whole block of chilled silken tofu drizzled with sweet soy sauce and topped with bias-cut scallions, fistfuls of toasted sesame seeds, and paper-thin bonito shavings. I ordered it every time, and my friends would always be like—“Cold tofu? Why?” But if I could convince them to take a bite, they’d understand. It was like eating a deeply savory panna cotta.

Unfortunately, my dearly departed Tofu Slab is no more—and my attempts to recreate it have been so unsuccessful that I’m forced to settle for the next best thing: Salt water-soaked silken tofu mounded on hot white rice and drowned in chili oil, soy sauce, and black vinegar.

I’m not complaining. The salt water, once again, is key: It turns a cold, slimy block of tofu into a piping-hot savory custard, which is the perfect canvas for condiments. Sure, there’s not much in the way of textural contrast, but the softness is so comforting and nice that I think a crunchy element would actually defeat the purpose. It’s a delicious, balanced, reasonably nutritious meal you can throw together in the time it takes to cook a pot of rice.

Putting it all together: All-tofu mapo tofu

Neglecting to mention mapo tofu in an article about tofu is basically journalistic malpractice. The iconic Sichuanese tofu dish is rich, meaty, spicy, funky, sour, and savory all at once—and slicked with lip-numbing Sichuan peppercorn oil for good measure. It’s a top 3 dish for me; I make it all the time, usually using Maggie Zhu’s recipe from the Omnivore’s Cookbook.

Being a big vegetable fan, I’ve experimented with using minced veg—eggplant, mushrooms, and even carrots—in place of the traditional ground meat. But this time, I decided to follow my vision and make a variant I’m calling “Oops! All Tofu.” I approached this recipe just like the sambal noodles, swapping crispy tofu crumbles in for the ground pork—but this time, I also soaked some cubed soft tofu in a fresh pot of salt water while the sauce simmered away.

This was one of the most delicious things I’ve ever made. The nubbins of soft tofu were literally melt-in-your-mouth tender, while the crispy crumbles turned downright meaty as they soaked up the spicy, salty, rich sauce. It made me even more certain of all of the (correct) tofu opinions I just laid out before you and, if you’ll let it, it has the power to convert you too.

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[carolinajordanaramburo]

Here’s more UNFILTERED sharing 🤓

where I give away my most results producing 🔑 secret (in the middle of the post)... Something I NEVER SHARED before 😱

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I share intending to make a world of difference for everyONE, to BOOST your POWER in every area of life 🙋🏼‍♀️

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The pictures were taken a while ago while I was sick (you can tell in the eye I was almost half dead)...and the other pic was with my Master Wellness COACH (7 months later) totally HEALED and Rocking even without make up 😂 💄

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(Please watch the Video in the link on the first comment 🙏🏻 It is only 1 min and will bring you TONS of Powerful FUN 😂 )

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I have been sharing little bits here and there, that ten years ago I almost DIED because I had an array of chronic illnesses (If you wish to know kind of illnesses I had, I’ll list them below.. since it’s a frequent question people ask me) ⬇️

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Each and every one of the TOP doctors that treated me 👨‍⚕️👨‍⚕️, gave me a 95% chance of dying within a few months 😅... And they loaded me up with a bunch of different intense drugs and medications to go for the 5%.. which I am grateful for 🙏🏻

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With all the meds, some things improved and some got worse. So after 8 months of medical treatments 🏥 and the doctors telling me my survival rate just moved to 90% dying and 10% surviving...💀 😓

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I took matters into my own hands and tried healing with every ALTERNATIVE TREATMENT and Natural Specialist you can think of and more 😓

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Until I finally found a combination of treatments and Natural HEALTH SPECIALIST that had me all HEALING !! 🏆 🎉

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I did the Holistic Treatments with everything I got, and

within 7 months, not only did I completely HEAL!!✅ 🕉....

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... But my Health and entire WELLNESS started to THRIVE (physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually!) 😱 and I have been enjoying the best health / wellness / energy of my life ..for the last 9 years !!🙏🏻💃🏼

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Normally, I would acknowledge everybody that has helped me heal, such as my family, my friends and my soul tribe, given that Love is the one of the most Important pieces of HEALING 💜 ♥️

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And of course, Source above all, without which no miracle would have happened 🕉🙏🏻

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And of course;

1. Having the best Wellness Coach EVER; made the most tremendous difference.

2. Having the best acupuncturist on earth made a wonderful difference.

3. Taking the best nutrients and supplements and every holistic piece of my Health Protocols, made a difference.

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I always have acknowledged all of the above for the last 9 years, and I continually still do post my acknowledgement and gratitude for all those angels above (especially my Wellness MASTER COACH and all my Life and Biz Coaches 🙏🏻🙇🏼‍♀️

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🔑 However, there is one ingredient that is crucial, that I DONT SHARE ABOUT pretty much EVER 🤫, without which I would not have healed at all.... That ingredient is ME, who I have never taken the time to fully acknowledge...😲

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It does NOT matter whether you have the Greatest Master COACH on earth 🌍 or the utmost Protocols ever…

If YOU don’t do THE WORK with excellence and with everything you have, to the ABSOLUTE best of your abilities over and over… Nothing will work 👀☯️

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So instead of acknowledging everyone else one more time…As I always DO... and my haters write to me about 'enough acknowledging people every day’...😂 Here is the unfiltered ACKNOWLEDGEMENT :

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I acknowledge ME! 🙇🏼‍♀️🤗... And I know that many people are going to call me arrogant or self centered, but I don’t give

fudge 😉

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After all of these years of acknowledging everyone else, it’s time to acknowledge me! Thank you Carolina for giving your ABSOLUTE utmost every Freaking TIME🙏🏻💟 You Rock! 💃🏼

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I invite YOU to do the same 🤗, and to actually find the Ultimate POWER in YOU, instead of searching for the next THING or PERSON that will get you to 'summit'... YOU and ONLY YOU can do that!! 🕉🙌🏻

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Of course....Above all, thanks to THE Divine ✨ (as some people call it Universe, THE Consciousness everywhere...or “God”), without which the miraculous massive GRACE of my still being here, would not have been possible 🙇🏼‍♀️🙏🏻

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But again I believe that 'God' The Universe, Source or The Divine wants us to have it all, always...but if WE PERSONALLY dont do the WORK....nothing moves in the right direction!! 🌈

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PS. why angel face on my friend?... Because I had awesome earth ANGEL Friends gifting me tons of TLC while I was sick, so I dont want to give credit to only one ❤

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#selflove

#compassion

#gratitude

#abundance

#higherconsciousness living

#awareness

#success

#wisdom

#vegan

#visionary

#consciousevolution

#indigo

#selfrealization

#multidimensional

#woke

Let’s be our OWN kind of #celebrity, be someone that elevates our World’s AWARENESS and truly Contributes 🙏🏻🌎

[dnf-fic-recs]

homie got any good long oneshots?

hi anon!! here are a couple that are 5k+ :)

stay (you are my soulmate) by Anonymous

Life seemed to shove Dream and George together, through universes and dimensions, like rubber bands knotted together, bands that always bounced back to each other, no matter how far they got pulled apart.

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or, seven lives that dreamnotfound meet in.

Call Me, I Still Love You by dante08

One time, when his cheeks were still round and rosy with the glow of youth, Dream scrapped his knees against the pavement of a sidewalk and cried until his lungs burned.

“Oh, honey,” his mother had whispered soothingly, rubbing his back gently as she held him in her arms. “It's okay. Falling hurts, doesn’t it?”

He had nodded then, never quite looking away from the tiny droplets of blood that littered on the knob of his knees, and tried to smile (because smiling makes everything better, or at least, that’s what his mom said).

But now, he stares at George the same way he had once stared at his bruised skin— in fear, in pain, in wonder.

Dream smiles either way, because his mom was right.

Falling hurts.

got your brain fizzin' like cola by nervouswaltz

Dream's job is entirely uneventful. He manages a social media account for a billion-dollar company, plays too much Minecraft to be healthy, and gets to make several sexual innuendos and get paid for it.

It's all very simple. Until the official Twix Twitter account replies to him, and things snowball. Just a little bit.

so good, so fuckin' real by nervouswaltz - Explicit

Twitter is not a huge fan of Dream in the same three pairs of shorts. Once he thinks about it for more than five minutes, Dream really isn’t either. They’re completely functional, they do the job, but he looks fucking plain.

He looks in the mirror one day, while George is lounging on his bed watching TikToks (he’s procrastinating until Dream inevitably caves and edits his video) and scrutinizes his sense of style. “Should I be dressing gayer?”

Or, Dream tries out crop tops. He's not the only one who likes them.

carnival bass by urplace

It’s stupid. It’s so fucking stupid. Stupid enough to warrant a show on TLC: Child-hater George experiences his sweet boyfriend’s babysitting skills first-hand for the first time, and promptly experiences a chronic case of baby fever.

george's complicated spiral into deciding—sporadically—that he wants to raise a kid alongside dream

Tying you to me by summerchai

After seeing fan made fibre art, Dream is determined to master the craft of knitting. As a result, George receives a closet's worth of blue items, and is feeling very normal about it.

OR

Dream is into knitting. George is into Dream.

retracing my steps by twostorms

“You missed me,” George cuts him off and wraps his arms around his neck, pulling Dream into a second hug that’s somehow warmer than the first, even if less forceful.

“I missed you,” Dream affirms, the top of George’s head so close to his lips that he can feel his breathing shifting his hair. “So much, George.”

“I know,” George whispers, and Dream can hear the smile in his voice. And Dream knows that even if he doesn’t say it, the way George’s thumb brushes against his hair at the nape of his neck means I missed you too.

george comes home for the summer after his first year away at college, and dream decides 800 miles of driving are his last chance to convince him to stay.

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Jenny Slatten from 90 Day Fiancé: The Other Way is defending her partner, Sumit Singh, from TLC viewers fed up with his excuses to not get married. Fans have given up on all hopes of seeing 90 Day Fiancé cast member Sumit marry Jenny after the great lengths he’s going to avoid it in season 3. In just the premiere, Sumit claimed his passport was missing as Jenny’s visa extension request got denied, and in episode 2 of TOW, an immigration lawyer revealed she could join ISKCON to get a missionary visa. However, fans are now also mocking Jenny for using religion as a loophole to be with a man undeserving of her.

Although Jenny’s application getting rejected was merely a glitch, the incident showed a side to Jenny that fans never knew existed. With Sumit’s Nepal plan going down the drain due to the pandemic, Jenny would have to go back to the United States while wondering when she’ll come back again. The lawyer asked Jenny if she was okay with giving up her American citizenship. But a different option involves her applying for a missionary visa, which Jenny began considering, even though she’s not religious. Several 90 Day Fiancé fans online called out Jenny for attempting to scam the immigration system by pretending to be a follower of Lord Krishna.

Related: 90 Day Fiancé: How Sumit Catfished Jenny In 2012 As Michael Jones

However, Jenny was not in the mood to listen to any criticism when it came to her choice of religion and also of Sumit. In a Facebook post, Jenny wrote a scathing message to her haters. “Wow some people with their comments about Religion need to Educate themselves. Just wow,” Jenny posted. She also had a share of sassy replies reserved for fans who still told her to go back home and dump Sumit. One 90 Day Fiancé viewer commented that since Jenny had “put herself out there everyone has their opinion.” According to the fan, the “scripted show” was making Jenny look “desperate” to stay in India, while it also appeared that Sumit is “not doing anything” to stop her from going back either.

“Wow yeah I understand,” wrote Jenny while also trying to explain that “Sumit has done a lot” for her already, including getting divorced and going against his conservative family and culture. “You come to this country and let’s see what your [sic] able to do,” Jenny clapped back at the critic and reassured them that Sumit is “better” than what they know about him via TV. In a different Facebook post, Jenny wrote, “Trust me Sumit is the best,” to a fan who asked her to find someone who actually deserves her. “You only see what they want you to see,” Jenny argued.

It’s likely that Sumit and Jenny’s woes will continue well through 90 Day Fiancé: The Other Way season 3 as spoilers suggest his mother, Sahna, will move in with them soon. With Sahna already not being a big fan of Jenny, and her son revealing that he’s scared of marriage after his previous disastrous marriage, the American grandmother may have to resort to alternative means. A preview for the next episode of 90 Day Fiancé: The Other Way shows Jenny practicing her “Hare Krishna” chants with much difficulty. Will seeing the many troubles Jenny is going through just to be with him make Sumit change his mind about getting married?

90 Day Fiancé: The Other Way airs Sundays at 8pm on TLC.

Next: 90 Day Fiancé: Jenny Reveals How Sumit Helped Her During COVID-19

Source: Jenny Slatten/Facebook

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