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catradoraswife · 2 months

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Introduction post thingy

I just realized I never properly introduced my blog so here we go.

Please note just because I don't ship certain ships if you ship those ships you are still welcome here, I've just had bad experiences with a few but as long as you are respectful you are welcome here :3

Hi my name is Via but you can call me Illusion as well :),I post mainly She-Ra stuff here (catradora and velocatradora)

I do alot of oc x cannon stuff too.

My toyhouse,Quotev and ao3

I post often,or well I try,I make a lot of silly little stories involving my characters,I have a toy house with some info on them as well.

I am also in a few other fandoms but I mainly post She-Ra:

Httyd

She-ra

Pokémon

The owl house

Avatar

Avatar the last airbender

Legend of korra

Steven universe

Wings of fire

Warrior cat's

Interact please!!!

She-ra fans

Adora fans

Catra fans

Catradora fans

Dragon fans

People who do oc x cannon ships(I post a lot of that here)

Eragon fans

Pokémon fans

Scorfuma and glimbow fans

Fanfic writers

Warrior cat fans

Wings of fire fans

Jasper fans

Thin ice

Glimadora/Glitra/Glitradora fans(You are still welcome here as long as you are respectful I've just had a few bad run ins with some people)

More will be added later

Do not interact

Catra antis/Haters

Adora Antis/Haters

Catradora haters/Antis

She-ra Antis/haters

People who change characters Sexualities (example people making Adora and catra straight or bisexual for fanfic/art(this includes oc x cannon or x reader, you will be blocked,they are cannon lesbians leave them alone)(-coming from a bisexual)

People who don't like Oc x cannon

More will be added later

Proshipers

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catras-witchy-girlfriend · 2 years

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Sometimes I wish some anti-catra person would be like, "Lol, why do you like Catra then?" When I talk about the reason wlw liking female villains goes so much deeper than just because "haha villain lady hot" because then I could be like, "Glad you asked! Here's a 100 page essay on why I love Catra, will always love Catra, and am a Catra apologist! Featuring in this essay is: lesbophobia, homophobia, mental illness and the neurodivergence of women, cycle of abuse, mean lesbian trope, misogyny, queer coding, trauma, and last but not least, racism!"

But we all know they wouldn't read it because it's easier to think, "You only like Catra because boobie window!" Then to open up the large can of worms that is, "As a black, nurodivergent, disabled, lesbian who's been through the cycle of abuse, has been traumatized, and constantly puts other people above myself, Catra helped me learn to love myself more then Adora ever did."

This was honestly meant to stay in my drafts as an unseen rant, but I'm tired of going to the Shera tag to see people talking shit about Catra and treating her like a villain and like everything was her fucking fault cuz it wasn't.

So if you're one of those people. If you're anti Catra or whatever, don't argue with me, you're not gonna change my mind and I'm not gonna change yours, just save us both the mental trouble and block me!

#catras witchy girlfriend #comfort character #you dont have to like Catra but if youre gonna talk shit about her block or unfollow me #stop treating catra like shes a damn villain shes fucking not #spop catra #catra #spop #shera and the princesses of power #catra applesauce meowmeow #catra apologists #tw homophobia #tw lesbophobia #tw racism #and for people who apparently dont like Catra yall antis sure love to talk shit about her #please block me #im actually shaking #tfw when someone talks shit about your special interest #autistic

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foone · 9 months

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Imagine a butch who dates robotgirls and she's got the belt and carabiner "ready for business" look down, but all the stuff hanging from it is reverse-engineering tools.

A full set of screwdriver bits (including security torx and those weird tri-wing Nintendo ones), assorted spuders, those little rubber suction-cups you use to remove LCDs, a line flashlight, macro lenses, IPA wipes, chip pullers, portable hot air rework gun and a pinecil soldering iron, desoldering braid, a wide variety of ESD-safe tweezers, and one of those anti-stack wristbands but on a retractable lead like it's for walking a dog.

She left her backpack at home but it's got a stereo inspection station, a full set of lockpicks (including those tubular lock impresioning ones), and an aging ThinkPad with a bunch of USB adapters: every memory card format you can imagine, all the major hard drive interfaces, and even 3.5"/5.25" floppy disks thanks to a 3D printed enclosure with a greaseweazle flux imager (the Applesauce stays at home connected to her Mac Mini). A USB optical drive that can read and burn all the cd formats, and a as small plastic case of some blank CD-Rs, DVD-Rs, and Blu-rays. A bunch of USB flash drives, some blank, some preflashed with assorted tools and marked with little keychain labels: some linuxes, a warezed all-in-one windows installer, live distros for tails and kali and partionmagic and DBAN.

She's ready for anything.

#Robot girls #Robotgirls #Thee Silver Mt Zion Memorial Orchestra has an album called This Is Our Punk Rock #And this?#This Is My Pornography

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landoftheocsmegablogformyocs · 2 days

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Zaria (Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack Oc)

Full Name: Zaria Baker

Age: 25

DOB: June 19th

Occupation: Frozen yogurt cashier; amatuer writer

Sexuality: Straight

Ethnicity: African-American

Affiliation: Popov's Big Top Yogurt-Topia!

Relatives: Elizabeth Rover (mother); Anthony Baker (father); Geoffrey Rover (stepfather); Jacqueline Baker (stepmother); Richard Rover ( paternal half brother); Michelle Baker (maternal half sister)

Residence: El Paso, Texas

Headcanon Voice Actress: Vivian Nixon

Likes: Animated movies & shows; sweets; breakfast; reading; writing; singing; retro media ; flowers; scented candles, fragrance, & bath and body products; anime/manga; video games; pink ; thrift stores; book stores; kids; Afrocentrism; researching topics; marriage

Dislikes: Raisins; orange juice; nuts; chitlins; heights; bad writing; super spicy foods; applesauce; kid haters;divorce; abortion; rude customers; anti-marriage jokes; bad singers; bad research; people who diss pink; cheating

Background: Just regular Texan girl who works in the grueling world of the fast food industry, who is waiting to really sell with the children's books series she is trying to come up with. She is still reeling from the bad break up she had with her childhood friend turned boyfriend turned cheating ex, Ian. He's trying to to worm his way back into her life, while she forgives him she also still is not ready to let him be close to her again. Despite trying to get her series off the ground, she is not above looking for extra opportunities like helping with old college roomate, Shaun, with his script. She is a bit disappointed that others seem to have gotten somewhere farther than her in life since college, but also is happy at least for Shaun he's made it big. Her life although rather mundane takes a dive when she goes thrift shopping and finds a mystery vhs tape which she buys and takes back home. She then meets an unlikely friend that only she can see named Jack who used to be the host of an old 80's kid's show, who seems first to be friendly but shows he has more of a dark side.

Personality: On the surface people might think of her as being at first childish, but underneath she is much more smarter than people give her. She really tries to prove she can do what people all her life underestimated her as. She tries to have a lot of confidence herself, but at times she can doubt herself. She often feels her immature demeanor drove Ian away to find a much more mature person to deal with. She also feels like she really hasn't done anything big in her life like her classmate and ex are doing. As a result, she really loves the praise that Jack makes her feel at times while also being a bit wary of his more darker stuff. She also is very sympathetic to wonder what happened to him to make him that way and really wants to form a relationship with him while making sure he doesn't need to feel possessive. She's very touchy about relationships due to her parent's divorce which also didn't help when Ian cheated and made her even more wary of getting into relationships. She has a big heart for kids and it's a reason why she wants to write a children's book series and even one day settle with a family. She really treasures her loved ones and would do anything for them.

* She's autistic

* Her parents have been divorced since she was three years old.

* College graduate with a Bachelors of art in Creative writing.

* She has a strong Texan twang.

* She wants to one day publish her own children's book series. She wants it to be a kid's horror series.

* Her half siblings are still in high school. Richard is a senior while Michelle is a sophomore.

* She and Jack will have two twin children and a second daughter.

* Ian's cheating really stung her since she's a child of divorce and had to deal with tons of issues in her parents custody handling of her where they switched between months having her.

* She is on good terms with both stepparents and half-siblings despite issues during divorce.

* She was also doubly hurt because Ian was one of her more consistent friends in life due to how her autism made her stand out at times.

* The flower pin was a gift from Ian back when they were dating.

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#something is wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack #sunny day jack oc #oc #canon x oc

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ironmansnips · 2 years

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random Eddie Munson hc's

Eddie would 100% be pro choice

he'd be out there protesting for sure

i can only imagine him protesting shirtless tho?

the other protesters would love him man😭

also i feel like he'd love lesbians

not in like a creepy "i can change you" way but in a respectful admiring way

he just thinks they're super cool🤷🏼‍♀️

he's a huge feminist

Steve and Dustin could go with him🥺

a family that protests together stays together or some shit lmao

i think he'd go to the blm protests too

he already seems pretty anti police but after seeing/hearing about police brutality he'd be pretty fucking upset

i think he'd get a acab patch

or write it in sharpie if he couldn't find a patch lmao

he seems the type to say something like "not all pigs are cops but all cops are pigs"

i honestly can't see him being very political at all he just believes in human rights

i can see him wearing a virginity rocks t shirt

he'd totally say "consent is sexy"

i feel like he'd be sort of superstitious?

like he wouldn't let you sweep under his feel he's immediately sit criss cross applesauce

he wants to get married someday dammit 😭

although i think he'd purposely walk under a latter to fuck with jason

he would love black cats tho

show him Beetlejuice or demon barber on fleet street and he wouldn't shut the fuck up

he'd be singing the songs constantly

mostly Beetlejuice i feel like

he'd probably think miley cyrus is hot

this isn't proofread i haven't even checked to see if they all make sense lmao

sorry if they're ass:/

#eddie munson x plus sized reader #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie x reader #Eddie Munson x poc! reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine

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feverinfeveroutfic · 5 months

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hanukkahbingo 2023

Fic or Art/Graphic Title: alone in the dark, chapter five : “Shadow of a Thousand Dead” Author/Artist Name: josiebelladonna Fandom: Testament (Band) Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Alex Skolnick (and how) Bingo Squares Being Filled: latkes, applesauce, sour cream, anti-assimilation, smashing fascists 🔥 Rating: Mature Warning(s): Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Link to Work: x @aimmyarrowshigh

I awoke to the gray light of the morning outside, and the feeling of a warm little body right next to me in the bed. For a second, I believed that I had woken up back home in the safety of my bed and with my girlfriend in my arms. But the feeling only lasted for a second, and I remembered that I was in the grandparents’ house, and it was Christine had nestled up against me like a little teddy bear. I ran my hand down the middle of her spine to the band of her pajama pants: the thought still lingered in the back of my mind, the one that told me to keep my hands off her lest someone in her family find out about it at some point, whether it came about after I left or not.

She groaned in her throat as she buried her head right into my chest. Her hands had found their way down onto the seat of my pants for a good feeling: every so often, her fingers pulsated on me for a little squeeze. Whenever she did it, I curled my toes and snickered. The feeling was new to me, and I couldn’t help but feel tickled by it.

She gave me a squeeze, and I chuckled a little louder that time.

I knew the rain had died down a bit, so I could be heard in there, but I wanted her in particular to hear me, though.

“Like squeezing a ripe avocado,” she whispered. “A nice, full, round, sweet, delicious little avocado—” She squeezed me again, and I rolled away from her enough to where her hand rested on my hip. I looked on at her and the tip of her tongue tucked into the corner of my mouth. “You have such a nice butt,” she remarked.

“If you like my butt, then surely you like my belly, too,” I told her as I ran my fingers through my hair and pushed my head down into the pillow so she could see the edge of my jaw and the side of my neck as well.

“Beautiful neck,” she remarked in a low voice. “Very beautiful neck.” She inched closer to me with her fingers up to my neck for a little stroke.

“Don’t tell me you have a fancy for necks, too,” I quipped to her.

“For yours,” she retorted back to me; she pushed her head in closer to the side of my neck for a soft kiss on the side.

“Ooh, that feels good,” I noted.

“You like that?” she whispered into my ear.

“I love it so much—more—more—” She kissed me some more, right on the tender spot right on the spot between the nape and the edge of my shoulder. Her lips were soft, and she touched me with such delicacy that to compare it to the tips of feathers would just cheapen it.

“I love how sensual you are,” I said to her.

“It’s funny, I don’t think of myself as such,” she confessed right into my ear. She buried her nose and lips back into the side of my neck, which only made me relax even more. The rain may have died down a bit, but I was feeling so cozy.

“I really don’t want to leave this bed,” I confessed to her.

“And I don’t want you to leave, either,” she whispered to me. Her hand slid down my chest and down onto my belly, and I realized that I had slept without a shirt on all this time.

“You should wear those leather pants again,” she suggested.

“Wear them after I eat all of the gelt, the latkes, the rugelach, the kreplach, and the sufganiyot and the waist band is so tight after that?” I teased her.

“Wear them after you eat all of that, and you also get tied up in lace and latex, too,” she added with a little flick of her eyebrows.

“I’m kind of intrigued by this whole… thing that you’re into,” I confessed to her. “It’s interesting and I find it tickling me whenever I think about it, too. Wanting to see me with a little extra weight on my body to the point I have a little belly going.”

She hung over me so her short red hair dangled down over the side of her head and face, like a little cherry wave from a primordial ocean. Her eyes twinkled from the mere suggestion of it all. Not only had she woken something in me, but I had a hunch that I had woken something up in her. She licked her lips and ran her fingers through her short hair so I could see her whole face.

“And it’s hanging over the belt of your pants, too,” she quipped with a slight gyration of her head. “I wanna feed you and feel you and keep you all to myself. I want to hide you in the closet and sneak you out when my mom isn’t looking.”

I cracked her a playful little smile at the sound of that.

“Oh, that’s so sweet,” I remarked, and my voice broke with sleep. “But I have to keep a life of my own or I’ll wither away. My parents will be worried sick about me.”

“But we’ll take good care of you, though,” she promised me. “We’ll tell your parents that we’re taking good care of you, especially when you have very little places to go after this.”

“That is… so, so sweet, Christine,” I told her with a slight shake of my head upon the pillow. She leaned into my face for another kiss, that time on my lips. I thought about what she had told me the night before, in that she would want to kiss me all the time, and that was all I could think about, as well.

She lifted up and gazed straight into my eyes, and a rich warmth swept over me like the wave of hair upon her head. She licked her lips and ran her fingers through my hair, the little ringlets on the right side, right underneath the streak. I showed her the tip of my tongue and rested my hands upon my chest.

“I want you to say it,” she whispered to me, and I caught the sound of the rain on the roof once again, albeit at a rather soft pace.

“Say what?” I asked her.

“That you’re sexy,” she replied.

“That I’m sexy?” I chuckled.

“You’re really sexy,” she confessed as she tucked a stray ringlet behind my ear. “I swear, if you my age, I would want to be with you all the time. If you were my age, I would have my hand tucked into your back pants pocket just so I could feel your nice little ass.”

I raised my eyebrows at her.

“Would you?”

Christine brought her lips to mine again, that time with a bit more spice and a bit more force as well. She had a hold on me, an absolute death grip on me, like the blizzard over the Rockies. She was making the feelings inside me swell like the cold waters which gathered around the property and the base of the hill. I couldn’t help but let my chest rise up from the feeling. My heart pounded inside of my chest, and she held onto the sides of my face with nothing more than the tips of her fingers.

She let go and gazed into my eyes again. My head spun and my heart hammered inside me. I could feel myself firming up in between my thighs, and all I could do was lay there with my eyes locked onto her.

“You look so good,” she cooed to me with a sweet smile on her face.

“This is—so good,” I gasped out, and I had no idea what came over me right then. “Kiss me—please, Christine, kiss me. I need it, and you need it. Kiss me and feel me. I want you to feel my hair, too. I need you. I need to feel you.”

“And I need to feel you—” she whispered back to me.

She kissed me again, that time with that same force as well as her hand tucked in at the back of my head: her fingers entwined around the roots of my hair and she gave me a little tug at the back. She moved her lips down to the side of my neck for another tender little kiss. I closed my eyes and rested my hand on the small of her back.

She lay down on top of me, and I could feel her heart was pounding as well. I lifted my fingers off her back just so she was the one feeling me.

I gave myself to her.

It was all I needed, the feeling of someone loving me and nourishing me, and I couldn’t believe that I was going to have to leave it all behind me at one point. The feeling was silky and soft, and it only left me feeling even warmer than I had the mere few hours before then.

Christine rested her knee on the side of my hip, as if she was grounding me right there in the bed.

For a second, I had forgotten everything that brought me up to that point. I had forgotten about all the times I was up on stage with a leather vest and I left it open for everyone to see my skin and the hair on my chest. Right as I thought that, she ran her fingers down my chest. She stroked the fine little sprigs of hair with nothing more than the tips of her fingers. It was as if she had read my mind and knew exactly where to touch and feel me.

Most of all, I had forgotten my ex. In fact, I forgot I even had an ex to begin with: all I knew about was Christine, her precocious power and passion. She lightly caressed me and held me, as if we had known each other for far longer than a mere twelve hours. She nestled down next to me, and she used my body as her pillow. I was her rock right then. I was her crutch, and I was more than happy to be that for her as well.

She never did stop kissing me as well, even after she lay back down next to me with her hand rested upon the side of my neck.

“Oh, that was wonderful,” I breathed out to her as she lightly stroked the hair at the very top of my head. “Where did you learn to make out like that?”

“All of the times that I made out with my hand,” she replied. “I also thought about the times I considered making out with my ex, too.”

“He would have been so lucky,” I confessed to her. She sighed through her nose at that, and I rolled my head over the top of the pillow for a better look into her eyes and the wistful look in them. “He would have been so—so lucky,” I repeated, that time in a low whisper of a voice.

“By the way, I love how your voice gets all husky and soft whenever you feel good,” she noted.

“It does?”

“Oh, yeah. It almost feels like you're whispering a secret to me. It also helps that you and I are laying in bed together, too. I notice you talking like that last night.”

“Well, 'cause there's no power in the house. Anything we say or do is going to be heard, and I remember you telling me just that last night, too.”

“Sound travels in this house as if the walls are made of copper tinfoil,” she replied with a wiggle of her eyebrows. “And by the way, I also love how warm you are, too.”

“It's what I get for being a soft boy, eh?” I joked to her.

“You are soft!” she replied with a little tap of the tip of my nose, and then she put her arm around my waist. “Very soft, indeed.”

“Christine?” Wendy's voice floated in from the hallway right then. Christine herself meanwhile, closed her eyes and sighed again.

“Is the door closed?” I asked her in a low voice.

“Yeah, it is...” With a groan, she let me go and sat up in the bed next to me. She climbed out of the bed by the time her mother called her name once again.

“Yeah?” she called out.

“Where are you?” Wendy followed up.

“In here!”

“Where?”

Christine reached for the bedroom door and flung it open, and right as I was getting out of bed as well. Luckily for the both of us, she only had to adjust her pajama pants where I had to fix everything on me in order to appear decent. I hoped to whatever that her mother did not get the wrong idea about us, and especially about me—

“Oh, there you are!” Wendy declared as she strode up to the doorway. “I didn't see you in your room and I wondered if you and Alex had gone out walking together.”

“No way,” I assured her as I slid my legs out from under the covers; I cleared my throat as I thought of an excuse right as she walked on up to the door. “I was telling Christine when she came in here a little bit ago that I didn't want to leave this bed because it's so warm and it's all so cold in here, too.”

“It really is! Is that why the door was closed?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah,” Christine assured her with a nod. “I came in here earlier and he was like 'close the door! It's freezing in here!' and so I did.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“What time is it, by the way?” I asked Wendy.

“It's seven thirty,” she replied. “But I was going to ask you kids if you wanted some coffee from the market a few blocks from here.”

“Ooh, I definitely would,” I said as I rubbed my hands over my upper arms. I turned my attention to Christine. “Have you seen my shirt?” And she shook her head. I peered over to the desk on the other side of the room, where I spotted my coat but not my shirt, however.

“Maybe you oughta go without the shirt,” Wendy suggested. “You know, just wear your coat over your body and have nothing more than your pants, too.”

“Yeah, and with my hair down like this, I'd look like Michael Hutchence,” I said with a chuckle, but I decided to do just that regardless of my own insecurity, though. I slung the coat around my body and ran my fingers through my hair.

“So hot,” Wendy remarked with a little twinkle to her eye. It apparently ran in the family as I had a hunch that she liked me as well. I didn't really want to dig deep into that because I knew that she and her husband were separated but not properly divorced: I needn't have that on my conscience as well. Nevertheless, I followed the two women out to the hallway, which was still somewhat dark despite the sun having risen up and the fact that we no longer needed hurricane lanterns and candles as far as I knew.

I fixed the lapels of my coat and took a seat at the kitchen table: I moved my coat around so only the top part of my chest was exposed to the two of them as well as the grandparents. My own freedom aside, they needn't see me like this, and not when there was a lot to do in that house to serve as a proper distraction, either. I kept my left hand tucked into my pocket to keep my coat closed off, and my right hand rested upon the table before me, and I watched Wendy put on her boots and her jacket as well before she headed out to the rain.

“It's not that far,” she assured us with a shake of her head. “I'll be right back.”

“We'll be here,” I promised her with a little smile; she scooped up her keys and ducked out to the rain, which still fell in utter droves out there. I was curious if there was any sort of flooding down the road from us as well. I then turned to Christine, who took her seat right next to me: her red hair seemed to shimmer under the gray light, and I couldn't recall her skin appearing that creamy smooth, either.

“We got anything to nosh on?” I asked her.

“Nosh?” She raised an eyebrow at me.

“Yeah. Like something to eat before breakfast, or before your mom comes back with the coffee. Don't tell me you haven't noshed before.”

“I've noshed, I've noshed,” she insisted with a nod of her head, and then she sauntered over to the table and rested her hands on the edge furthest from me. She leaned forward so I could only see a small window of her chest right then.

“Nice try,” I told her, and she glanced down at her chest.

“Nice try what? You don't like what you see here?”

“You need a top with a lower neckline,” I said with a straight face. “I do like it, but... if you're going to do that, wear a top with a lower neck, though. You know, I want to see more of the boobs, not just a tiny little peek the size of my thumb. Besides—” I took a glance over my shoulder to the gray shadows right behind me: her grandparents were still sound asleep in the room at the far end of the hallway; I remembered we had to put the screen back onto the window near the back door as well. I then returned to her, still with a straight face. “I'm a leg man.”

“You're a leg man?” she asked me with a grin. “Well, why didn't you say so?”

She hoisted her left leg up onto the chair next to me and lifted up the bottom of her pajama pants, to which I giggled at her.

“Hey, now, you gotta have the proper clothing,” I said.

“I'm in proper clothing!” she insisted as she rolled it up to her knee.

“Nah, you need like fishnets or something to accentuate all of this...” I gestured to her, and then I let my eyes wander onto her, onto the curvature of her lower legs as well as her ankles. I was a bastard for thinking about it, but I pictured her in shorts, and I had a feeling she was going to do something for me before our time was up here at the house.

“Question,” I started again, and I kept my voice low again lest her grandparents hear us in there.

“Hm?”

“Do you have any pedal pushers?”

“Pedal pushers, like... capri pants?”

“Not really,” I said with a shake of my head. “They're kinda fitted and they only go to your knees. They're—dare I say—hot. They're quite hot.”

“Like you and that coat of yours?” she teased me back, and I gave my hair a little toss back with the flick of my head. I let the coat sling open so she could see more of my chest.

“I guess you could say that,” I told her with a little shrug of my shoulders.

“You guess? You guess or you know?” She pressed her hands to her hips, and she straightened out her spine so her chest was so prominent right before me.

“Man, your mom wasn't exaggerating, you do have a thing for me,” I teased her, and she giggled at that.

“What, did you think that those kisses I gave you were all lies?” she retorted back to me.

“I never said that,” I assured her with a shake of my head, and I couldn't resist laughing, either. It had been quite some time since I had a playful debate like this with someone else, let alone a girl, that I could not help but laugh to myself.

“But you did imply it, though!” she insisted, and she began laughing as well.

“What do you mean? That I have some sort of secret that I'm harboring for you?” I ran my fingers through the ringlets on the side of my head.

“You could be,” she teased me, and she set her foot back down on the floor so she stood before me like Wonder Woman.

“Like what?” I asked her as I leaned back in the chair, and I let the coat open up for her to see all of me. Just like the leather vest up on stage with Testament.

“Maybe you like me,” she answered.

“Of course I like you,” I quipped to her. “I mean, that should be obvious. I mean...” I glanced over my shoulder again, and then I returned to her. “I let you kiss me and sleep in my bed with me.”

“Hey, now, I didn't just kiss you but I also held you and rubbed that little belly of yours.” She wagged her finger at me as if she was lecturing me.

“Plus, you've been flirting with me and looking at me all wide-eyed this whole entire time. I mean, it's no secret to me.”

“Back up, I thought this was about you, not me,” she chided.

“Yeah, it is,” I replied with a straight face. “It just makes sense to bring you into the fold because you're the one doing all of the action.”

“What, you're passing the buck onto me?” she asked me with her hand pressed onto her chest.

“Yes. Yes, I am! You came onto me, not the other way around.”

“Ah, but you let me come onto you,” she quipped with another wag of her finger. “It's not all about me, after all.”

“I think it is! You wanted to get close to me because your mother was right and you have a thing for me.”

“And you don't have a thing for me?” she demanded with a flutter of her eyelashes and a slight raise of her head.

“I never said I don't,” I assured her as I ran my fingers through my hair again, and I couldn't resist the smile on my face. She cocked her head to the side, and she stepped on closer to me, and all the while, her hands never lifted off from her hips. She stood right before my knees, and I wanted to know what exactly it was that she thought right then. I nibbled on my bottom lip, while she ran her tongue along her top row of teeth.

“You really do look like Michael Hutchence,” she told me, and I gave my hair a quick flip with the flick of my head.

“I'm not as good of a singer as him, though,” I pointed out.

“You ought to be,” she suggested. “I can just imagine you singing with this really sexy, really husky baritone, all dressed up like this, too. You'd make my teenage dreams come true in a hot flash.”

“Well, I'd have to take singing lessons and really step into my own, neither of which are a walk in the park, especially the last one. Ever since my breakup and when I left my band, it's been a tall order to try and find my footing, especially within myself.”

“Shall I help with that?” She stooped over before me and even though her chest wasn't all that exposed to me, I still let my eyes wander there. “Eyes up here, big boy.” She pointed to her face.

“'Big boy', that's something I haven't heard before,” I said to her, and I couldn't help but laugh again.

“You really never believed you were a big boy?” she teased me.

“Of course I did. I mean, I practically dwarf you and your mom, of course I know I'm big.”

“No. I mean... you really never believed you were a big boy?” She ran her tongue along her bottom lip again, and that time, she dropped her gaze to my body. I followed her gaze and I realized she was looking at my lap.

“Yeah, you, me, and my leather pants,” I told her; right as she glanced up, I flashed her a wink.

“Will you wear those again?” she asked me.

“Maybe. It depends.”

“It depends on what?”

“It depends on what you wanna do here while you're face to face with me. You wanted to help me find my footing.”

“Of course,” she replied, and she kissed the tip of my nose, which caught me by surprise. She giggled and showed me her tongue.

“Ah, yes, a nice game of 'kiss the schnoz',” I said with a straight face, and she burst out laughing at that. She stood up before me for a second, and then she ran her fingers through her red hair.

“Man, and I thought I was saucy,” I muttered.

“It's funny 'cause I wasn't always like this,” she told me.

“Neither was I! It's like when we get together and everyone is still asleep, we bring out the—what we call in my family—chutzpah in each other.” She paused for a second, and then she gazed on down the shadowy hallway, and my heart skipped a few beats as a result. “Are your grandparents awake?” I asked her in a low voice close to a whisper.

“I don't think they are,” she confessed, also in a low voice. “I just thought they were.” She then returned to me with a flex of her eyebrows again as well as a slight twinkle in her eye. “Yeah, I guess we do bring out the—what'd you call it again?”

“Chutzpah. A bit of—” I stood up before her, still with the coat wide open for her to see the hair on my chest as well as my bare belly. “—walking around like you've got it and I want it. Or rather—” I pressed my hands to my hips. “I've got it and you want it.”

“Or perhaps I've got it and you actually want it,” she retorted back to me with a gentle stroke of my chest. She licked her lips at the feeling of my skin, and then she moved her hand back up to my chest hair. “You have really sexy chest hair. I didn't think I was all that enticed by a guy's chest hair, especially when my dad used to be all thick with it when I was little, but... here I am. Feeling attracted to chest hair.”

“Go ahead and touch me,” I insisted to her, and she used both hands to stroke me. She wound some of that hair around the tips of her fingers, which felt a bit better than her hands on my belly but I wasn't going to complain or split hairs.

“I like how it's just these cute little tufts all over your chest,” she remarked.

“Would you rather I have a full rug on my chest like that of a gorilla?” I asked her, and she wrinkled her nose and giggled at that.

“Nah, this is—this is kind of perfect, actually,” she confessed. “In fact, it's... it's making me all tingly.”

“It's making you tingly? It's making you tingly where?”

“You know where,” she replied.

“Oh, you mean—below the equator,” I said. “In the heart of the deepest pits of the Dead Sea.” And she snickered at that; right then, I caught the sound of her grandfather saying something.

“I think they're awake,” I told her, and she took her hands off of me and sniffed her palms. “Wow.” I raised my eyebrows at that.

“Would you rather I took my hands off of you and put them down my pants?” she retorted to me, and I nibbled on my bottom lip at that.

“I ain't telling you,” I quipped to her, and she giggled at that.

“So that was perfect is what you're telling me?” she asked me as I closed the top three buttons of my coat to have some modesty before her grandparents came into the room right then.

“It was interesting,” I said to her with a slight flutter of my eyelashes to her, and she snickered and sniffed her palms yet again.

“Mmm, smells like a boy,” she told me; she turned her head towards the hallway, and then she turned her body away from me, and I could only assume that her grandparents were coming down the hall. I sank back down to the chair while Christine made her way over to the sink: for a second, I believed she was going to wash her hands, but she got herself a drink of water instead.

The front door then swung open, and I was greeted by the smell of the rain as well as fresh coffee.

“Ah, the two best smells in the world right there,” I declared as Wendy nearly stumbled into the house; I strode on over to her to help her out with the cardboard carrier and the four cups of coffee: I noticed she held one in her hand as well.

“Phew—” Once the door was closed, she stripped her hood off her head and gave her hair a shake.

“Wet?” I asked her.

“Quite,” she replied. “I forgot to ask you how you like your coffee so I just got you a plain espresso.”

“Oh, that's okay! I like me some espresso.”

“It's the one closest to you, and I should also say that—” I raised my eyebrows to her. “The airport is still closed,” she told me. “The clerk in the store told me about it and I knew I had to tell you once I got back home. And I feel like it’s going to be closed for another day, too. I mean, it is just pouring rain right now, like I'm amazed there hasn't been flooding outside.”

I sighed through my nose, and I picked out my cup of coffee from the bunch before I set it down on the kitchen table for Christine and her grandparents. I then doubled back to the front door and I peered outside to the street as well as the drenched yard. What snow had fallen had completely gone at that point, and at least it wasn’t snowing again, but the sheer amount of rain that was falling out there only made me all the more concerned about how and when to get on home to my parents. It was Sunday, and the sands of the hourglass dwindled down with every passing second.

I had no idea if these people had a menorah on hand or any sort of candle that lit up with oil.

I couldn't stop thinking about it, either, such that I neglected to bide the grandparents with a simple good morning.

“So, if the airport is still closed for the next, say, couple of days, that means he misses the first night of Hanukkah with his parents,” her grandfather followed along, to which I sighed through my nose yet again. I sipped on the espresso, only to feel the first twinges of hunger within. I turned my attention to Christine's grandmother, who strode up next to me with her cup of coffee as well as a glass of water.

“Are there still mashed potatoes?” I asked her.

“Oh, yeah, there’s plenty,” she replied, and then her face lit up. “We want some of those potato pancakes, don’t we.”

“Yeah, we do,” I replied to her, and I could feel my own face growing warm.

“Well, once we've had a bit more coffee, we'll fire up the hot plate and slice up some onions and get the olive oil out, and we could have some latkes.”

“Do you have applesauce or sour cream, too? I like mine with either one.”

“I think we do!”

“And I think we do have some oil candles, too?” Wendy assured me as she strode on into the room from behind her. “We’re probably going to be lighting candles every night for the next couple of days, anyway. That is until they get the power lines fixed, and we aren’t relying on a hot plate and some open flames, as well. They’re these little white candles, too—I'm not sure, but I feel like they're like the ones you would see on a menorah.”

“Oh, perfect!” I said, and I turned my attention to the hearth on the other side of the room. Right in between the framed photographs of Wendy, Christine, and other members of the family as well as a small wreath of orange leaves, acorns, and pine cones, stood a blank spot that looked to be big enough for a row of candles for a makeshift menorah.

“Do you have nine?” I asked her. “A menorah has nine in order to be kosher: four on either side followed by the shamash in the middle, and it’s gotta be offset from the other ones a bit.”

“Oh, yes,” she replied. “We could have the eight lined up on the hearth, and then the ninth one can be pushed back a little bit.”

“You're a guest in our house,” Christine's grandmother told me with a hand rested upon my shoulder. “The best thing we can do is make this place feel like home for a while.”

“Thank you,” I told her with a little bow of my head and a sip of my coffee. I then returned to the kitchen where Christine and her grandfather were in fact starting up the hot plate and gathering the potatoes out for the latkes. It wasn't going to be like those from my mom or my grandmother for that matter, but I wasn't going to turn them down for nothing, though.

There was in fact a jar of applesauce there in the kitchen, and I was eager to have a nice little plate for that morning as well as the cup of warm espresso. Once I had taken my seat on the couch in the living room to see how the makeshift menorah would look, for a second, I really did believe I was back home with my parents and my grandparents. If I hadn't known better, I would have sworn that I was a teenage boy again back at my family's house right outside of New York. No sooner had I sipped on my coffee again when I thought about calling my mother again to tell her what was happening.

And no sooner had I thought that when there was a knock on the door.

“I'll get it!” Wendy declared, and she doubled back past me to the front door. She opened it to reveal a short man with salt and pepper hair wrapped in a beige coat.

“Hello, dear,” he greeted Wendy, and all I could think about was Sir Anthony Hopkins right then.

“Kenny!” Wendy gasped.

“Dad?” Christine sputtered, and she stalked out of the kitchen to see what was the matter. Her grandfather followed suit with a plate of latkes and a bowl of applesauce for me.

“Here, son,” he told me. “Happy Hanukkah.”

“Thank you so much,” I whispered to him, and then he turned his attention to the front door.

“Oh, hello, Kenny, what’re you doing here?” he greeted him rather coolly.

“I got caught in the makeshift swamp right outside here, and I remembered that this is my in-laws’ house,” he said in a single breath, and he barged in like he owned the place. “Smells good in here, what's cooking?”

“Something that doesn't involve you,” Wendy scoffed as she closed the door part of the way to keep any more cold air out of the house; and then he turned his attention to me, to which he curled one side of his lip at me.

“Who’s this funny-looking little runt?”

“Kenny, he’s not funny-looking!” Wendy insisted; Christine slid next to me and hunkered closer to me. Kenny frowned at me and pressed his hands to his hips. I swallowed and shifted my weight. It had been some time since I had experienced something like this before, with my ex’s father looking down at me because of the streak on my head and the full bulbous tip of my nose, and the fact that I was eating latkes fresh off the griddle with a little bowl of applesauce to the side.

“You keep your hands off my daughter,” he warned me, and I swallowed at that.

“Dad, he’s a good guy,” Christine assured him, slightly heated.

“Alex is a sweet guy!” Wendy exclaimed.

“I’m just here because I can’t get home otherwise, sir,” I sputtered out, and I held my plate of latkes close to me.

“I hope that's all you're doing,” he told me in a curt voice.

“Alright, get out of here,” Christine's grandfather ordered him. “Until you start talking to my daughter again like a mature adult, I don't want to see you, I don't want to know you, I don't want to know anything about you.”

“One hand on my Christine and you're target practice for me,” he warned me with his finger right in my face.

“That's enough!” Wendy snapped, and she tugged him aside and escorted him back outside. I turned my attention to Christine, who then shook her head.

“I have no clue how he got here,” she confessed to me in a low voice.

“I don't think anyone does,” I assured her with a shake of my head. “I'm just glad he's out of here.” And she nodded at that. Wendy returned to the living room, whereby she shut the door behind her and locked it. She ran her fingers through her hair and let out a low whistle before she stood in front of the two of us.

“I'm so sorry,” Wendy told me, to which I shook my head. “Well, now you know why he and I are separated.”

“It's okay,” I assured her. “No, really! I've seen plenty of assholes in my day.” And she snickered at that. “The one thing that got me about him was it just totally caught me off guard is all. I also want to know why he was here, too.”

“How he got here, too,” Christine added.

“Yeah, that, too. Well, at least he didn't kill me. I can eat knowing that I survived it.” And with that, I took a bite of latke, and I nodded my head at that. “Oh, yeah, that's the stuff right there.”

#hanukkahbingo #hanukkah #hanukkah 2023 #jewish holidays #hanukkah bingo #alone in the dark #as the seasons grey #as the seasons grey fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #testament fanfic #testament #testament band #alex skolnick #oc tag #also on ao3 #writing #text

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shirefantasies · 2 months

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Soo... how'd the surgery go? Still hurting? My family and I are all resistant to all but like 2 painkillers so my wisdom tooth recovery was wild, I can't imagine what I'd do if I needed any other kind of surgery. Hope you're doin ok!!

Oh shit that’s wild anon I’m so sorry 😭 can you have anesthesia/sedating during procedures at least? My grandma has trouble with it but luckily we aren’t biologically related so I didn’t get that gene 😥 Pain is worse today but not to doctor’s “cut your head off” bad yet 💀😂 the medication they prescribed is luckily working on me. Had some cooled soup today which was a nice change from all the popsicles, applesauce, & pudding! Feeling off, but more energy than I would have thought though since sleep was kinda wacko (woke up every 2 hours or so)! The procedure went well though, the worst part was how nervous I was having to wait at least 30-45 minutes with a catheter thingie in my hand & being super stressed & crying lol. They gave me & hug & a video game though & I apologized for being a neurodivergent baby. The anesthesiologist was SUPER NICE though when he came in & when I got back there he asked me to describe music I like. They said he was also a DJ & had me name a band. I instantly thought of a certain song by that band that seemed good & that was the one he happened to play! Stress & anti-anxiety stuff they gave me that made me laugh a little combined into me getting super touched & emotional about that song, then I immediately fell asleep 😂😂😂

#surgery tw #medical procedures tw #recovery #day 2!!! 😬#ask #anon #thank you for checking in 🥰

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larysav123 · 10 months

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Let the Packing Begin- Updating From Biggest Ballroom Competition this weekend! 2023 Much Smaller Competition In Utah!

Preparing to pack for the big competition this weekend! Apparently the biggest one on the East Coast!

Packing List: Head to Toe

Competition portion of the trip

Healthy Snacks:

VEGGIES Organic Carrots, celery, hummus, salad, peppers, spinach, grape tomatoes, cucumber, snow peas/sugar snap peas,

FRUIT Bananas, baby bananas are my favorite, berries, grapes, orange/clementine, Apples, applesauce cups, Dried Fruit-mango, pineapple, apple rings, banana chips, raisins, cranberry, apricot,

Seeds etc: pumpkin, sunflower, sunflower butter, roasted chickpeas,

Healthy granola, granola bars, fruit bars

GINGER

Dark Chocolate

non allergy cacao energy bites

WATER BOTTLE and put your name on it ! When I was at MIT they had those awesome filtered fountains to save disposable water bottles. Hopefully this is all around campus especially in a gym.... At Massachusetts Institute of TECHNOLOGY. LOL.

Containers and carry:

Suitcase for the hotel

Big bag for the competition: your costume, SHOE bag, anything you need for the day

Small bag WITH NAME ON IT, to keep needed items near you possibly near the dance floor like water/snacks etc

Garment bag, plastic bags, ziplock bags, for misc.....

Head: Top Down

Hair, brushes, combs, pins, hairspray, anything put in hair like rhinestones, hair ties, clips

Makeup:

MIRROR, Toner/Moisturizer/facial oil, foundation, powder, blush, eyebrows, eye-shadow, eyeliner, mascara, lashes, glue, lipstick, brushes, sponges, bronzer, highlighter, concealer, ..... baby wipes,

Body- Clothing etc for Competition:

Dress, pants, DANCE SHOES, any special undergarments, shorts,

Deodorant, mouthwash, gum/mints, safety pins, any special tape for clothing or shoes or skin protection, band-aids, HEEL CAPS FOR SHOES, shoe bag labeled with your name, foot powder or foot pain relieving options, moleskin, shoe inserts, shoe brush, hand sanitizer/alcohol

Dark socks, belt, shorts, powder, jewelry

Sewing kit, SAFETY PINS, scissors, extra hairpins, extra undies, dance pants, bras, something to wear for warmth in between, double stick tape,

Water Bottle, Snacks

Tissues,

SHOES, HEEL CAPS, double stick tape, Shoe brush

Medicine:

Ginger to make your stomach calm, no wonder it's a superfood- only thing that takes care of ALL stomach troubles: nervous stomach, illness, morning sickness, motion sickness, ate-the-wrong-food discomfort...

Pain medicine- anti inflammatory, band aids, Vitamins, especially C being around so many people and being worn out , antibiotic ointment,

Inhaler, Tums, Saline Solution (eye saline as well as nose saline,) cough drops,

Joint braces, ace bandages...anything to fix the feet after they blister or prevent it

LABEL (Put your name on):

Shoes, Shoe bag, shoe brush,

Team Jacket, clothing, costume, garment bag

Water Bottle, snacks, main bag, phone?

Your Charger(s)

For the Hotel:

Extra Underwear, socks, bras, pajamas: top bottom, slippers, comfortable shoes, bathing suit?

Toiletries: shampoo, conditioner, body wash, face wash, bath pouf or loofah, lotion, lip balm, skin moisture....

Toothbrush, toothpaste, tongue scraper, floss

Glasses, contact case, contact solution

Deodorant, perfume, essential oils

Medicine

Tweezers, nail clippers, shaving items,

Exfoliator, Face masque, hair thingies, mouthwash/pre-wash, Q-tips, Toner, cotton,

Bathrobe, coat/fleece/jacket, shoes, slippers, sneakers, sports bras, extra underwear and socks, air freshener (the more people sharing the space, the more potential odoriferous molecules), notebook, pens, pencils, highlighters, plastic bags (for dirty laundry) sunglasses, umbrella, workout wear, hat, heating pad? manicure scissors? Nail Polish and remover?

LIQUID HAND SOAP (because bar soap from the hotel is a nice wet home for bacteria to breed, fine for body, not fine for washing hands from bathroom germs)

Feminine products

Electronics:

Charger (put your name on it, maybe backup data, photos etc before trip)

Headphones?

Camera and batteries and tripod? Computer, charger, case, external memory,

Power Strip for hotel... or even venue

Travel:

License

AAA Card

Insurance

Credit Card

Cash

Notes from Team Captain: We want you to

Have a Positive Attitude

Have Fun

Get Better Each Time

#pack #packing #packing list #list #preparation #dance #ballroom dance #competition #ballroom competition

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aimmyarrowshigh · 1 year

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Chag Hanukkah sameach, everyone! We have 20 great works for the sixth night of Hanukkah! There's still time to create some fanworks for the bingo and get your winner graphic at the end! :)

The works are listed below in alphabetical order by title.

A Story of Survival by bugsandcoffee/@bugsandcoffee | AO3 | Tumblr

Fandom: Captain America/Marvel Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers Bingo Squares Being Filled: N4 - Survival, H4 - G-d Rating: General Warning(s): None

a very spidey holiday dinner by aelisheva/@dumpsterbagel | AO3 | Tumblr

Fandom: Marvel, Spider-Man Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Peter Parker (Peter 1, Peter 2, Peter 3) Bingo Squares Being Filled: N2 - Family Rating: General Warning(s): None

A Wonderful Night by bugsandcoffee/@bugsandcoffee | AO3 | Tumblr

Fandom: Captain America/Marvel Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Original Character Bingo Squares Being Filled: N3 - Rabbi Rating: General Warning(s): None

Anti-Assimilation by bugsandcoffee/@bugsandcoffee | AO3 | Tumblr

Fandom: Captain America/Marvel Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers Bingo Squares Being Filled: K4 - Anti-Assimilation Rating: General Warning(s): None

Eight Nights by bugsandcoffee/@bugsandcoffee | AO3 | Tumblr

Fandom: Captain America/Marvel Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Becca Barnes Bingo Squares Being Filled: K1 - Candles, U2 - Sufganiyot, U4 - Winter, U5 - A Great Miracle Happened There, A4 - Smashing Fascists, H3 - Gelt, A1 - Applesauce, K4 - Brisket Rating: General Warning(s): None

The Eighth Night by abby_gaytes/@erin-gilberts | AO3 | Tumblr

Fandom: Ghostbusters (2016) Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Jillian Holtzmann is the POV character, but all of the Ghostbusters are Jewish or Jew-ish in this one Bingo Squares Being Filled: A2 - Snow, A5 - Eighth Night Rating: T Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Family by Hollie47/@hollie47 | AO3 | Tumblr

Fandom: Glee Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Rachel Berry Bingo Squares Being Filled: K1, U1, N2 Rating: G Warning(s): None

The Family We Choose by skylarkblue/@wardinpanties | AO3 | Tumblr

Fandom: Runaways Jewish Characters: Gertrude Yorkes Bingo Squares Being Filled: N2 - Family, K1 - Candles, A5 - Eighth Night, N4 - Survival Rating: G Warnings: Implied Past Abuse

K1. Candles - Violet Baudelaire by aimmyarrowshigh/@aimmyarrowshigh | AO3 | Tumblr

Fandom: A Series of Unfortunate Events Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Violet Baudelaire, Sunny Baudelaire, Klaus Baudelaire Bingo Squares Being Filled: K1 - Candles Rating: T Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

K2. They Tried To Kill Us, They Failed, Let's Eat - Han Solo by aimmyarrowshigh/@aimmyarrowshigh | AO3 | Tumblr

Fandom: Star Wars, Star Wars Original Trilogy Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Han Solo, Leia Organa Bingo Squares Being Filled: K2 - They Tried To Kill Us, They Failed, Let's Eat Rating: T Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

K3. Brisket - Monica Geller by aimmyarrowshigh/@aimmyarrowshigh | AO3 | Tumblr

Fandom: F•R•I•E•N•D•S Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Monica Geller Bingo Squares Being Filled: K3 - Brisket Rating: T Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

K4. Eretz Yisrael - Booker | Sebastien le Livre by aimmyarrowshigh/@aimmyarrowshigh | AO3 | Tumblr

Fandom: The Old Guard Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Booker | Sebastien le Livre Bingo Squares Being Filled: K4 - Eretz Yisrael Rating: T Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

K5. Mishpukhe - Eddie Munson by aimmyarrowshigh/@aimmyarrowshigh | AO3 | Tumblr

Fandom: Stranger Things Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Eddie Munson, Wayne Munson Bingo Squares Being Filled: K5 - Mishpukhe Rating: T Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

May It Never End by CharlotteCordelier | AO3 | Tumblr

Fandom: MCU, Captain America Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Bucky Barnes Bingo Squares Being Filled: Free Space Rating: G Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Mir Veln Zey Iberlebn by CharlotteCordelier | AO3 | Tumblr

Fandom: DC Comics, Batman Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Bruce Wayne, Martha Wayne Bingo Squares Being Filled: Free Space Rating: G Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Remembering by bugsandcoffee/@bugsandcoffee | AO3 | Tumblr

Fandom: The Boston Girl - Anita Diamant Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Addie Baum, Ava Miller Bingo Squares Being Filled: A4 - Remembrance Rating: General Warning(s): None

Roses by bugsandcoffee/@bugsandcoffee | AO3 | Tumblr

Fandom: Captain America/Marvel Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers Bingo Squares Being Filled: A3 - Kosher Rating: General Warning(s): None

Spelling by bugsandcoffee/@bugsandcoffee | AO3 | Tumblr

Fandom: Captain America/Marvel Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers Bingo Squares Being Filled: N5 - Hanukkah vs. Chanukah Rating: General Warning(s): None

Viemos afastar a escuridão. by nevermindirah/@nevermindirah | AO3 | Tumblr

Fandom: The Old Guard Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Booker | Sebastien le Livre Bingo Squares Being Filled: Free Space Rating: T Warning(s): None

Winter Wars by soupypictures/@yessoupy | AO3 | Tumblr

Fandom: Band of Brothers Jewish Character: Joe Liebgott Bingo Squares Being Filled: Winter, Survival, Smashing Fascists Rating: Teen and Up Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

#hanukkahbingo #hanukkah #fandom #fanfiction #jumblr #fanart

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k--havok · 8 months

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For the space-themed asks:

⭐️ Star - Do you have a favorite character? If so, why are they your favorite?

Oh god this is such a hard question 'cause I love ALL my characters, but for different reasons. I'm going to cheat and choose multiple favorites 'cause that's just how I roll.

Rane & Korzan

This is going to be obvious but it's Rane. Of course it's Rane. She's my absolute baby and the first D&D character I made by myself without (too!) much outside help I had my partner help me when I decided to multiclass her into paladin hahaha

Rane is incredibly special to me and I pulled a lot of inspo from different sources to make her. She's a magical girl. She has PTSD. She's been betrayed by those she loved most. She struggles controlling her anger. She loves makeup and dresses. She's ok with being doused in blood. And she's even pansexual.

In a lot of ways, she's a character I needed when I was young, need now, and will need in the future. She's feminine, a badass, has mental health issues and complex flaws, but also tries her best and has good intentions. I love her so much and she is just so special to me.

The Tales of Ozoarth

Ttoo has an ensemble cast and is a collection of different storylines rather than one story. The cast has only grown since its inception and is considerably large with nearly 10 main characters across different storylines.

I love a lot of the characters and it is so hard to choose a favorite. But I am going to try and go with Braxous, since he is the character that spawned the world and everything around it.

Braxous is an old character. He is now over 15 years old and has gone through a lot of changes since I first made him. He is a huge comfort character for me and helped me a lot through school and beyond.

He's 100% a self-indulgent edgy OC. He started that way and he will always be that way. His past is complicated, and he has complicated relationships with those who raised him. He was abused growing up, manipulated, and in turn, he became a monster early on.

He's a murderer. A betrayer. A liar. Every adult failed him in his life. He was manipulated beyond belief. Borne into a cult and later blamed for following blindly.

He's completely fucked in the head. He enjoys killing people. He loves violence and fighting. But he also loves taking a rest. The world stopping for a moment as he catches his breath.

He loves applesauce and sweets. His mouth and teeth are messed up so he mainly has to eat soft foods. He spends most his cash on buying gifts for friends and bailing them out of trouble. He has killed children.

He's protective of those he cares about, but keeps them at an arm's distance as he does not want to hurt them. He knows his lifestyle is dangerous. He knows he's bad. He's a living weapon; a blade for others to wield, and does not see himself as a real person. He wants to protect his loved ones not just from danger, but himself. But in turn, despite his passion, his relationships are always shallow.

He's an utter contradiction. Depersonalization made form. An anti-hero that crosses the line into villainy more than once. And I absolutely love him.

Waking into Divinity

Now this is a harder one than the other 2 'cause I adore both Casrath and Rylie. But I think I'm going to lean more toward Rylie as I did take a lot of inspo from myself while creating them.

Rylie works a dead-end job and suffers from depression and anxiety. They have little passion in life. They're boring. They know they're boring. Just like most people are a little boring.

But they do have passions. Wants. But all of it is smothered by fear. Of the unknown. Of what could be. Of failure. It rules their life.

Casrath is a catalyst. And although Rylie's life is turned upside-down when they meet and form a relationship with them, Casrath does not cure Rylie's depression and anxiety. He does not chase away any fears of theirs. Casrath brings out the best in Rylie; their passion, their interests, and highlights their personality.

But ultimately, its Rylie who climbs out of their abyss alone. Casrath helps them, but through him, Rylie finds themself again. And finds who they are and what they stand for. And I think that's what makes Rylie oh-so special to me.

This is so freakin' long and I apologize for rambling so much!! I just really love and find a LOT of comfort in my OCs so I can talk about them for HOURS. Thank you so much for the ask!!

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so i started following these anti-diet nutritionists on tiktok and one of them said a balanced meal should have a protein a carb and a plant and the way this changed my life bc they do not have to go together? you do not have to make them make sense? like this morning I had an applesauce packet, a handfull of peanuts and some leftover rice with chili crisp on it and it’s nonsense, but its what i could manage, and it’s going to save me from feeling like shit later bc i put enough things in my body to qualify as fed.

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pretty-little-pink · 2 years

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Henrik watched as Author chose the toast, humming once. Good. He had seen the momentary panic in his eyes at the decision, but it was a good sign that he had chosen something on his own. The applesauce was taken back and put in the basket, and a box was taken out. It was a liquid nutrient box, something small to help get him what toast would not provide. "Trink das. Langsam.“ He punctured the top and slid the straw in, pushing it closer to Author. "Du bist extrem dehydriert und unterernährt. Es ist ein Wunder, dass du nicht tot bist.“ His voice was chiding and he adjusted so he could stare at Author better. Sharp eyes flitted quickly over the other's face, making short mental notes before he stepped away and gestured Anti over. "Du musst darauf achten, dass er mindestens viermal am Tag isst. Kleine Mahlzeiten wie diese. Trinken Sie die Mischungen zweimal täglich, einmal morgens und einmal abends. Ich möchte keine weitere Infusion platzieren, hast du verstanden?" "Yeah, yeah, I got it. I told him about the clothes thing too. Long sleeves and pants, and keeping him inside for a while. I was listening." Anti rolled his eyes and stepped closer to Author's head, reaching out a clawed- dulled- hand and stroking through his hair absentmindedly. "I'll make sure he eats."

Author couldn't help the slight struggles grabbing the toast, but no one was making him do it fast, or forcing him to do it, so he tried not to feel like he was failing at something again. When he did manage to grab it, Henrik was giving him the drink, making him look at the little box. Today was nothing but surprises, wasn't it?

He had to admit, it was surprising to him he wasn't dead yet either. He was just glad he didn't have to talk about what he's gone through and had to survive so far, if only because he'd likely have bad flashbacks about it. Still, it was a miracle he was alive and moving. He was pretty sure he had had bones broken multiple times, though he didn't remember much about healing from any injuries. He didn't try to remember either though.

He slowly nibbled at the toast, relishing how good it was. He wasn't sure he'd eaten something actually tasting good (and meant to be eaten) in a long time. Listening quietly to Henrik and Anti, not needing to listen too closely, as no one was speaking to him.

#/ i dont think anti actually told author #/ though i might have misunderstood some wording previously #bloody ink #ragno anon rp

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5 Ways You Should Use the Potato Masher

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5 Ways You Should Use the Potato Masher

The potato masher is an underrated kitchen tool that has seen better days in modern cooking. It’s used less and less often as even the most entry-level chefs have moved on to more modern kitchen gadgets like the food processor or the blender. However, the potato masher still has its place in the kitchen. Even if it’s not quite as prevalent as it used to be. Here are five ways you’ve been using your potato masher wrong. Beside, how you can fix those problems so you can get more use out of this classic kitchen gadget!

Use It To Mash Potatoes

Buy Now! A lot of people tend to think that all it’s good for is mashing potatoes. In fact, you can use a potato masher to mash fruits and vegetables, too. A huge number of apples go into making applesauce! This one item can be used in many different recipes throughout your kitchen. Be sure to keep an eye out for recipes that call for mashed fruit or vegetables. With a potato masher on hand, you’ll always be able to make them.

Plus, if you want to mix things up and throw away those other utensils who could blame you? potato mashers are multi-purpose tools as well; they can be used as food servers as well as colanders. Need some chopped veggies? No problem; just throw them through a few times with your trusty potato masher! It’s quick, easy, and efficient – everything we love about tools we use in our kitchens today.

Use It To Smash Garlic

Buy Now! Depending on how big your garlic cloves are, you can either use a whole clove or just peel off some of its skin. Stick your peeled garlic into your potato masher and give it a couple of smacks to release all that garlicky goodness into whatever you’re cooking. Garlic offers natural flavor enhancement, has anti-inflammatory properties, and even has potential health benefits for cancer prevention. It’s also powerful enough to boost immune system functioning—if you can stand eating it raw! So next time you make dinner, try using your potato masher as a makeshift garlic press before dicing up any other veggies. Just be sure to wash it thoroughly after you’re done smashing. Don’t want any garlic breath yourself!

Use It To Crush Peppercorns

Buy Now! No fancy chefs talk about potato mashers, but if you have a cabinet with a few spices in it, then you have a tool that will help you grind them into powder. Simply break off two pieces of peppercorns and put them in your potato masher. Push down on your handle to crack open each piece of pepper before moving on to the next one. After doing so, simply pour out your new spice blend or store it in an airtight container for future use. If you want to get fancy, try using other things besides peppercorns. Cumin seeds are great for making your own curry powder! Just put them in your metal potato masher and push down. Then sift through all of the extra material (and let’s be honest, there’s always some left over) to grab what you need for cooking later.

Use It For Holiday Decorations

Buy Now! While most people only think of potato mashers when it comes to making mashed potatoes, you can actually use one for so much more. Consider how versatile these tools are and suddenly holiday decorating isn’t so difficult! When putting up your Christmas tree or hanging wreaths, use a metal potato masher instead of traditional hooks. They’ll do a better job holding heavier items and won’t cause damage to your walls. Use one as a bookmark: If you have a hard time keeping track of where you left off in a book, consider putting a metal potato masher inside as a bookmark.

The weight will help keep pages from getting torn and save your place at all times. Make spuds less starchy: Have some leftover mashed potatoes? Mix them with vinegar and let them sit overnight to remove some of their starchiness before reheating. The result is smoother, creamier mashed potatoes that taste better than ever! Make smoothies creamy: Mixing fruit with ice is a great way to get smoothies cold without watering them down, but they tend to come out watery no matter what you do (even if you add extra ingredients). Next time try adding ice cubes made from leftover potato water instead; the already smooth water will break down even further into tiny pieces that feel like they melt away while still giving plenty of flavor throughout each sip.

Use It To Remove Scratches From Glasses

Buy Now! When you’re cooking and something accidentally gets smashed into your favorite glassware, don’t panic! To get rid of scratches from a glass, all you need is a metal potato masher. Soak a washcloth in cold water and cover it with salt to create an exfoliating scrub. Next, rub your potato masher against it until all of the scratches are gone! Cleaning your glasses will have never been easier. If possible, use a dishwasher or hand-wash them immediately after using a potato masher on them so they stay clean and scratch-free for longer. For added protection, consider buying special coasters that prevent scratching. There are many different types available that do more than just protect—they also showcase beautiful artwork, patterns and even photos of family members.

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kevinszabojrplumbing · 1 month

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What to Keep Within Your Home in Case of Pain

Pain can crop up at any time. If it's a pain you understand, such as a headache at the end of a long day or a backache after doing yardwork, simple fixes are available to lower your discomfort. The proper supplies, properly stored, are key.

The Importance of Keeping Medicine Within Your Home

Anti-inflammatory pain medications, such ibuprofen and naproxen can be an effective way to treat pain caused by a overuse. If you twisted your ankle on a hike, elevating the foot to reduce swelling is a crucial first step. Ice, if available, should also be applied. Adding an over the counter anti-inflammatory can help.

Acetaminophen is not an anti-inflammatory. Instead, this pain reliever works on your brain and spinal cord. If you have stomach concerns, acetaminophen may be a better pain relieving product.

Choose a Safe Storage Spot

All of these pain relieving tools come in a clever little bottle. Many of them are brightly colored. Children can be drawn to all of these products and can quickly suffer an overdose of any of these medications. If you have small children that are prone to climbing, create a space where you can lock up these medications to reduce this risk.

Like many products, pain medications need to be stored in a cool, dry spot. Your bathroom cabinet is not a great option; moisture and heat may shorten the life of even over the counter medications. If you have a small lockbox or even a locking tacklebox you can place in your pantry, this may be the safest place to store your medications.

What to Keep Within Your Home in Case of Pain

In addition to over the counter anti-inflammatory and pain medications, make sure you have the tools to create a topical pain medication. Your refrigerator can be a great start.

Heavy duty food storage bags can be loaded with ice. If you hurt your knee playing sports, put ice in a plastic bag. Lay a lightweight cloth or cotton kitchen towel on your knee and cover it with the ice bag. Use the 20 minutes on/20 minutes off rule for the first 24 hour. Always use a barrier cloth when applying ice; frostbite is possible and will only add to your discomfort. Make sure you also use a timer so you don't ice any area for too long.

Another simple ice pack option is to fold a kitchen towel flat inside a gallon-sized freezer bag. Saturate the towel inside the bag and lay it flat in your freezer. This is an excellent ice pack for back pain. Once it's frozen, you can wrap it in a larger towel and lay on it for 20 minutes every two hours.

Your refrigerator can also be a helpful spot for pain relief. If a loved one gets a sunburn, a bottle of non-fragrant lotion in the refrigerator can soothe their discomfort and help them fall asleep.

Other Pain Relief Items to Keep in Your Home

Make sure your first aid kit is also set up to treat pain. You need tweezers, but it's also a good idea to stock an over the counter hydrocortisone cream. This medication can quickly take down the pain and inflammation of a wasp or hornet sting.

If you are using any prescription pain medications, do your best to store them far from little ones and to make sure they're not exposed to light and heat. Like over the counter medications, prescription pain meds can quickly suffer environmental damage and lose their potency.

Knowledge of acupressure points can also be helpful when you or a loved one are suffering. These points can be used to treat headache as well as neck or back pain.

Fight Pain from Your Pantry

Don't forget your pantry when you've got a loved one in pain. Heartburn can be extremely uncomfortable, but 1/4 cup of applesauce, particularly before bed, can soothe it. Cramps from diarrhea can be soothed with dry toast and small sips of water.

If you struggle with daily headaches or have a loved one who's always headed for the pain relievers in the afternoon, push water throughout the day. A strong dose of caffeine can also be a terrific way to tackle a really tough headache.

Not every pain has a known source. Maintaining access to quality pain medications can reduce stress for your entire household. Knowledge of acupressure points may help you tackle certain conditions. Safe storage of all pain medications is key.

Written by Taylor McKnight, Author for Jessica Puckett, DACM, LAc

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