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true-blue-sonic · 4 months

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any random espilver thoughts you could offer to someone struck with empty brain? could be angst or fluff, i'm not picky /lh 🫣

I can think some up! Let's see here ^-^

I wonder if Silver would be surprised by how noisy it is in the Chaotix's household. After all, if he's been mostly on his own before, I figure he'll be quite surprised by the liveliness of the Agency! But what especially intrigues him is the fact that Espio very much prefers his own peace and quiet amidst the chaos, and has trained himself very well to embrace it despite Vector and Charmy being around. I figure Silver might just go sit with him and meditate/relax for some time if things become too annoying around him.

Espio strikes me as the kind of person who knows a lot about foraging: he apparently likes camping and he also seems to like educational things, so I figure he might have read up on what plants are edible and such in the wild. I can imagine him and Silver leaving one early morning to go to the forest and find berries and such <3 And if Silver learns some cooking from Amy, they can make them into tasty jams and jellies.

I don't believe this is really possible with Silver's powers in the games, because we've never seen anything like it and the closest we've gotten is his Psychic Knife that isn't so much a knife at all, but it'd be very impressive if he could form shuriken and kunai with his powers. It'd be a concentrated little energy attack that doesn't cover as much ground as his Psychic Knife, but I figure it'll be able to pierce deeper! And Espio is very flattered Silver is trying to incorporate his ninja fighting style into his psychokinesis. Similarly, I think it'd be funny if Silver just.... hurled Espio at an enemy on occasion, haha. They're in perfect sync!

I also wrote a bit of a fic today at uni when I was actually supposed to be transcribing interviews, but you know, fuck that and all, so you can find that under the cut. I hope you like it! ^-^

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“You can see the stars so well here,” Silver muses, contently sprawled out over the blanket. “Did you know they look a bit different in the future?”

“Oh?”

“Not by a lot. But whenever I study them, they aren’t exactly in the same place anymore. Just barely!”

“Which sky do you prefer?” Espio smiles back.

“This one, of course. Because you’re here to watch it with me, Espio.”

Laughing softly the chameleon shakes his head; an answer as expected from his dear beloved. “Then we had best make the most of this night,” he agrees. Tomorrow their trip will be over and they’ll go back home, to their city where the light pollution unfortunately makes it difficult to see the sky in all its glory. But here, in this field of rustling greenery and no civilisation for miles and miles, they are perfectly miniscule and at one with the beauty above them.

“I’m going to find all the constellations,” Silver notes back, one finger tracing the air as if he can draw lines on the dark blue scenery amidst the pinpricks of light. Perhaps in his mind he is, his lips forming words Espio knows even though he says nothing out loud, and the sight is…

Ethereal.

Elysian.

Utterly, completely captivating.

Which isn’t so strange, because to Espio everything Silver is and does is captivating, yet he finds it impossible to tear his eyes away from the other this night. Silver’s fur glows like the two moons above them, the cyan circles on his gloves the only source of light around except for the stars. And every single movement gets drunken up by Espio’s eyes, how he gestures his one hand ever so tenderly as if his finger is the paintbrush and the heavens his canvas, how he lays so unguarded and open on their shared blanket, other arm tucked behind his head and honey-golden eyes merely blinking up to the stars before his lips twitch and form into a smile.

“You’re staring, Es.”

“…Ah.” Jolting awake from his musings the chameleon flicks his tail. “Mayhaps, love.”

“Don’t ‘mayhaps’ me, I can feel it.”

With an amused laugh of his own Espio reaches over, his fingers brushing over the hedgehog’s twitching little nose. “Your powers and their perceptive nature.”

“Hmhm,” his beloved huffs back, a pink tongue peevedly battering at Espio’s finger tormenting his poor snoot. “Why are you? Isn’t the sky much too lovely to not look at it?”

“I just so happen to be around a being that makes it far too easy to get distracted with marvelling at him,” Espio notes, scooting himself a bit closer and smiling as Silver curls into him as by instinct.

“Flatterer.” But Silver’s face tucks itself underneath Espio’s chin so perfectly, a content little sigh breathed out against his chest.

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#I am DONE I want VACATION #silver the hedgehog #espio the chameleon #espilver

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stay-corner · 2 years

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[fiery desires - hyunjin]

synopsis: hyunjin is bored at the club, and his only idea of entertainment seems to be making out with people he barely knows (aka you)

word count: 3.7k words

warnings: suggestive, nothing really nsfw happens but it's kinda filthy ngl, simply because hyunjin is being a bit of a slut. a lot of grinding going on. slight hyunjin x minho (they dance together), slight hyunjin x jeongin (they kiss). mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking, mentions of getting drunk (not reader and hyunjin, and nothing non-consensual happens between anybody). a lot of dirty dancing oops

a/n: hey everyone i'm returning with this little story, but the truth is that this has literally happened to me last night down to every detail and i just had to write it down cuz i can't stop thinking about it, it was so hot >n< i got a bit carried away with exposition and interactions between the boys, and it's a bit sloppy, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!

"yo, wanna go out tonight?" is what you hear as soon as you pick up the phone - not even a greeting before he jumps right in, though you suppose that's already to be expected of jisung, your loud yet endearing best friend. he sounds cheerful as he invites you out clubbing, and you quickly glance at your clock - 17:25 - before you ask him who else is coming.

"oh, the usual! felix and minho already said yes, and seungminnie said he might come if he finishes his shift early, uhh..." he starts thinking loudly, before he continues in a slightly disappointed tone - you can almost hear his pout. "channie hyung said he's busy working on a beat, but... i plan on calling a friend of mine as well! minho knows him too, it'll be fun!"

well, you can't exactly refuse, given jisung's contagious enthusiasm, and quite frankly, you could use a relaxing night out, a chance to sway your body to the rhythm and stop thinking about what's been weighing on your mind lately. and so, you agree to go, and you decide with jisung to meet up in front of the usual club you go to at 22:00.

when you get there, only jisung and his friend have arrived. you soon notice that he's taller than jisung, with a prettily angled nose, sharp eyes, and rather... tasty-looking lips. before you can admire the sort-of-stranger any longer, jisung already jumps into your arms, spewing out greetings.

"oh my god, i haven't seen you in forever, y/n!"

"ji, you came over two days ag--"

"this is my friend!!" he interrupts you, and it's such a common occurrence, you can't exactly bring yourself to be angry at it. if anything, his energetic nature rubs off on you slowly, and you gladly approach the kind-of-stranger, extending your hand.

"hi, i'm y/n!" you smile at him, and he simply slips his hand into yours as well, grip gentle, eyes slightly lidded down at you.

"hyunjin," is all he responds, before he nods shortly and lets go of your hand. his fingers are soft, warm, and one look down at them establishes that yes, indeed, they are very pretty.

pretty enough to have your thoughts stray for a moment, until hyunjin throws his head back and starts groaning, hands slipping into his pockets, and you're bashfully taken out of your trance.

"c'mon, jisung, let's just go in!"

"what? no! we have to wait for the others!"

"but i want to dance, though," he whines, head rolling to the side, eyeing jisung with something you can only describe as a nasty, angry look, though his pouty lips tell a completely different story. he's kind of cute. jisung merely laughs, taking out his phone and checking if he's gotten any texts.

"stop complaining, we'll go in soon."

that seems to shut hyunjin up just for a few minutes, his leg tapping impatiently on the sidewalk, but that proves to be long enough for felix and minho to appear - along with a friend of theirs, jeongin. you haven't met many times, but you did get to know him well enough in order to be aware of the fact that he's a complete lightweight, and he's definitely going to get wasted after his second shot.

when jisung sadly confirms that seungmin can't make it tonight, the six of you make your way into the club, the neon lights and bass-boosted music already making your worries slip away, body bouncing gently to the current song - you don't know it, but it's quite catchy. Soon enough, your small group finds itself on the dance floor, and you let all your inhibitions go, hips swaying side to side, throwing your arms in the air and then letting them fall over your curves.

everyone is having a great time, though it instantly becomes pretty clear that hyunjin is an amazing dancer, his limbs moving with a casual confidence, each step decisive, controlled, yet completely effortless. it seems as if his entire body is coordinated, slithering to the beat in a powerful, yet sensual manner. he's not afraid to flirt and impress, a sly smirk soon taking over his features in the dim lighting.

it's hypnotizing, really, the way he moves his body, waist rolling unapologetically under his button-up shirt, arms swinging in a mesmerising manner, only accentuating his dancing in an elegant, intoxicating way. he's sort of intimidating like this, on the dance floor, untouchable, completely in control of himself, yet so wild all the same. after a few songs, you start to understand his rhythm, and for a moment you wish you could dance with him, bodies pressed together.

it's not exactly your lucky night, because just as that thought strikes your mind, hyunjin's gaze starts fleeting around the group, before it meets minho's, across from him, and the former doesn't hesitate as he takes two steps forward, one hand falling on the dip of minho's waist, the other raised in the air as the two of them begin to sway together. minho holds onto hyunjin's shoulders and he cracks a naughty smile, gaze sharp as he pulls him closer, torsos rolling into each other's.

the entire group starts hollering - they're both amazing dancers, and admittedly they look hot grinding onto each other so shamelessly - and you hoot as well, hand coming up to cup your mouth, though... you kind of wish you were in minho's place. you can feel your ears heat up when hyunjin's hands trace softly over minho's body, moving upwards, before they jump over to his own neck, undoing two of his shirt's buttons. his irresistible complexion shines with a thin layer of sweat, and it drives you crazy - so much so, in fact, that you have to look away, the blood rushing to your cheeks making you feel both ashamed and fired up.

when hyunjin and minho split up, and hyunjin does a seductive turn, hips jutting out just slightly, you almost reach out from behind; you almost grip him tightly and press his back flush to your chest, and you almost roll your hips directly into his inviting ass. the thought is so irresistible, but it's so wrong - you don't really have the confidence; you don't even know each other properly! it would be so weird...

as such, you settle on dancing next to jisung, who seems to sense that something is wrong, yet he doesn't say anything, arm simply snaking around your shoulders, his voice booming into your ear, hyping you up when you start dancing with more fervour. you two jump together and bump into each other, and by the end of the song, you're drenched in sweat, and you forget for the time being about how compellingly sinful hyunjin is being.

that is, until all of you go out to get some fresh air. the club has a staircase leading up to the roof, and that's where you find yourselves, perched on the cold floor, resting your legs for a moment. some of the boys light up their cigarettes, and felix and minho open their freshly bought beers, taking a big sip at the same time, then exhaling with satisfaction.

you all start chattering under the moonlight, but soon enough, hyunjin's slouching, silent frame catches jisung's eye. as mischievous as ever, jisung's gaze glints dangerously, and he chirps up at the same time as you grab felix's bottle, gulping shortly from it. the alcohol glides down your throat, and it manages to wake you up a little.

"ay, hyunjin, what's with you?" your best friend nudges him with his foot, but hyunjin merely grunts, shaking his head and leaning back, hands supporting his body.

"c'mon, why are you sulking? are you upset?" jisung persists, and his pout seems to do it, as hyunjin soon sighs and gives in. huh. he seems to have a soft spot for the chubby-cheeked ball of nervous energy, although all they do is bicker incessantly.

"... i wanna make out with someone," hyunjin eventually whines out, bottom lip jutting out, feet wiggling in frustration as his head falls back, exposing his beautiful neck. "i'm bored and lonely."

the boys start laughing, and you find yourself giggling as well at his antics, yet at the back of your mind you just wish to nibble on his bare skin, feel his salty sweat under your tongue, maybe climb on his lap and grind down--

"damn, okay, we have to find hyunjin someone, then," minho chuckles, taking another sip of his drink, and jeongin laughs along with him, nodding amusedly.

"just kiss jisung, go on," felix's voice raises above the others, and his gaze switches between hyunjin and jisung, a cheshire grin overtaking his freckled face. at this, however, jisung's smile fades, an alarmed expression settling on his features as his hands start waving on front of him.

"oh, no, hell no! no way, please, i don't want to!" he all but yells, and at this, hyunjin starts laughing as well, shaking his head in disbelief.

"you guys are crazy," hyunjin responds, and when he stops laughing, the traces of a lazy smirk remain. the image awakens something in you, and you look away once again, overwhelmed.

minho clicks his tongue.

"then make out with jeongin, you sap," he finally exclaims, gesturing with the beer bottle in his hand toward jeongin, who is sitting right next to hyunjin. jeongin doesn't seem to mind, simply shrugging, and when hyunjin sees no hint of resistance, he slowly leans in, capturing jeongin's lips without hesitation.

everyone, once again, starts hollering, yet the kiss couldn't have lasted for more than two seconds, before jeongin breaks it with a short "okay, that's enough" and a chuckle. hyunjin backs off respectfully, yet it's written all over his features that he's still eager to kiss someone, at which jisung simply points out the obvious.

"hey, there's still y/n and felix!"

he means it jokingly, if you were to consider the silly laugh escaping him afterwards, but felix doesn't seem opposed to the idea. you're slightly more alarmed, though, doe eyes staring back at hyunjin, who seems to have taken a sudden interest in you, completely ignoring felix's presence, even though the boy is sitting on the other side of his body.

after a few seconds of staring, he begins crawling toward you on all fours, slowly, eyes never leaving yours, though neither of you have said anything at all, not denying nor accepting the idea. you share a silent understanding, and when he's close enough, the alcohol seems to finally kick in and you get a surge of adrenaline, leaning forward just a bit as your hand grabs his jawline, angling his head so you can slot your lips on top of his.

it feels like electricity.

hyunjin appears to enjoy this quite a bit, letting out a short breath through his nose, but you're the one who's left surprised, as you didn't quite expect him to start leaving open-mouthed kisses over your lips, tongue teasing at your mouth right away. you adapt quickly to his rhythm, fingers never once letting go of his face, and you dip your tongue into his mouth, tangling it with his own. he tastes like cigarettes, but with a sweet undertone that you can't quite put your finger on, and his lips are so soft, so warm, but they move with such energy on top of yours, the contrast leaves you breathless.

you break off the kiss after a few seconds with a soft pant, your mind lucid enough for insecurities to start to get a hold of you - what if he doesn't enjoy it? you’re giving him the chance to stop - but hyunjin doesn't back off just yet, and your hand doesn't fall from his face either, just lingering. when you open your eyes, the way they gaze at his lips before raising to meet his own awakens something in him, and hyunjin shows no remorse as he leans in once again without a warning, pinning your back to the wall behind you.

you're taken aback once again, but by now you're already used to his kisses - messy, wet, yet not sloppy at all, and, perhaps the best word to describe it, passionate. he seems more unhinged now, wilder, as if his goal is to completely devour you, and you feel his jaw move under your hand, grip tightening just slightly in order to keep him in place, ground yourself into reality. the voices of your friends fade away quickly as you lose yourself in the burning sensation of kissing hyunjin with such ardour, his lips moving on top of yours expertly, leading the kiss with the sort of confidence that makes your thighs clench underneath him just slightly.

much like his dancing, the kiss is seductive, sensual, intimate, yet entirely controlled. it's a playful flame swaying atop your mouth, and although his tongue grazes against yours every time his mouth opens, none of your mixed spit dribbles down your chin. you're surprised he can dominate such a feverish kiss without having it spiral into something much more primal, keeping it neat, sort-of-acceptable in spite of its strange nature and setting. in spite of your hand gripping for dear life his jaw.

you wonder whether it's hyunjin's first time doing something like this, and you soon decide that it's probably not, given his excitement and his impressive kissing skills.

the second kiss lasts longer than the previous one, but eventually, hyunjin (regrettably) pulls away, settling back in his place. the moment his lips leave yours, you already want more, want him back on you, want his hands to trace all over your body, leave you breathless, pin you down and hover over you, dominate you entirely with ease and confidence. his apparent indifference as he pulls out another cigarette makes the fire burning inside you even more intense, blood pumping hotly in your veins, encouraging you to seek more, to grab what's yours and to seize it.

you're still aware enough not to act on those thoughts - hyunjin just wanted to casually make out with someone and that's it - but you can't help the heavy sensation churning in your lower tummy, making you shift your hips lightly, swallowing heavily as you keep replaying in your head the feeling of his heavenly, plump lips rubbing harshly on top of yours.

after another minute that feels like an eternity, you're back on the dance floor, trying to remain nonchalant and unbothered.

after a while, it's not that hard, as the music begins to seep between your cracks, and after a beer and some more sips stolen from minho and jisung, you barely think about what has happened between you and hyunjin. you just let the music guide your body, feeling yourself get more daring, hips circling deliciously to the beat, the boys' surprised "oooh"s merely encouraging you further. you all have fun bouncing and throwing your hands in the air, holding each other and laughing at whatever funny move one of them thinks of pulling.

nothing exactly worth of note happens for a while, although hyunjin's buttons begin popping off one by one, and at one point the boys form a grinding chain, everyone already at least tipsy by then. you remain off to the side, dancing on your own, not wanting to make things weird, though hyunjin, who's at one end, quickly grabs you by the arm and pulls you behind him, letting you roll your body into his.

his scent makes you feel dizzy, eyelids falling shut as your mind muffles out the music, only the bass vibrating through your bones as your hands grip firmly the sides of hyunjin's waist, hips swaying in time with his. when he pushes back into you, you experimentally thrust your hips into his own, and hyunjin dares turning his head to the side, half of his face in your view as he smirks back at you, eye shining with mischief and... something else entirely.

you muster a smirk of your own before you roll your hips once again, and you feel a chuckle rumble through hyunjin's body. the feeling makes you bite your lip, press closer to his back, but before you know it, they all break the chain, and you hesitantly let your hands fall to your sides, once again dancing on your own.

after another half an hour, you let your exhausted body fall onto a couch, right in front of your friends, and you simply watch them wiggle to the music, though they start joining you one by one until hyunjin and jeongin are the only ones on the dance floor. the song playing is quite heated, and hyunjin slowly begins to peel his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall down his muscular, pale arms. you bite your lip at the sight, and although you shouldn't ogle him so openly, it can't be helped. he's gorgeous.

hyunjin doesn't seem to mind, however, as he begins playfully swinging his shirt in the air, above his head, before he approaches you first, with light steps, grabbing the ends of the shirt in his hands and wrapping it behind your head, pulling you up and into him with the shirt around the back of your neck, a dangerous smirk pulling at his swollen lips.

there's not much you can do, hands falling on his shoulders as you begin to move, bodies synchronised. the song proves to be merely background noise, especially with the way hyunjin is looking at you, ravenous, insatiable. that same glint is present in his eyes, and by now you think you've got it figured out, though you don't want to jump to conclusions.

his naked torso rubs against your own, one hand coming down to secure itself around your waist, not leaving even an inch between your sweaty bodies. your faces are so close, and your gaze falls back onto his lips, yearning for another taste, for another surge of adrenaline. hyunjin teasingly leans down even further, his bottom lip barely touching your upper one, and you think this might be it, you'll finally get to have him once again - your hand even sneaks from his shoulder to the side of his neck, nails grazing the skin, and he hisses, before--

before his grip on you loosens, and his warmth is all of a sudden ripped away from you. he takes a step back, looking back at you with a bratty grin.

you can only chuckle and shake your head as you sit back down, and he pulls felix up in the same manner in order to dance with him as well, though his eyes keep fleeting back to you. with want. with need. you defiantly stare him down, arms crossing.

well, two can play that hard to get, you think to yourself.

that is, until none other but "i kissed a girl" by katy perry starts playing.

in hindsight, it isn't the best song in the playlist at all, and you don't quite understand why the beat gets you so worked up, but, before you know it, you're up and dancing once again, moving to the beat in a downright profane manner, your head hanging back as you sing out the lyrics, losing yourself to the music.

hyunjin slips himself next to you, but you don't pay him much mind, focusing more on enjoying yourself, hands rubbing down your body and back up, a small smirk pulling up one corner of your mouth; teasing, daring.

as expected, he doesn't hesitate now either.

hyunjin, much more impatient by now, sways until he's right in front of you, singing along as well. although you mostly keep your eyes closed, you still take a few peeks at his face, at his naked torso, and when his frame gets closer to you, pulls you into him, you don't protest, your arm curving around his lithe waist.

his hands rest on your shoulders, and your hips swing from side to side, one of his thighs snaking its way between your own, wanting as little space as possible between your bodies. you feel his breath fan over your cheeks, and when you start rolling your body into his, he soon follows your lead, letting your chests touch and depart before your pelvises do the same, waists rolling sinfully, excitedly, hungrily.

it couldn't have been more than five seconds of dancing onto each other like this, rubbing and swinging and grinding shamelessly, before his left hand leaves your shoulder and cups your cheek, angling your face up so he can connect your lips for the third time this night. it's, once again, unexpected, yet entirely welcomed, and your hand tightens on his sweaty back, a small moan escaping your throat.

hyunjin grunts in response, and he leads you backwards, until your back is flush with the wall, his frame pinning you to it, arms on either side of your head. he pants hotly into the kiss, hips still swaying softly, and his tongue feels heavy as it slides over yours, lips roughly brushing against your own. when your hands start tracing the waistline of his pants, you feel him chuckle, though he doesn't break the rhythm - instead, he pushes into you even harder, mouth slotting over yours perfectly, leaving you empty-headed, completely unaware of everything else happening around you.

the wall is cold against your back, but it does nothing to calm down the heartbeat hammering into your ribcage, or the burning sensation in your veins, in your nerves, so tingly, so needy. your thighs rub softly, but hyunjin quickly pushes his thigh between yours, hand coming down forcefully in order to grip at your left thigh, bringing it up to curl around his waist, forcing you to whimper pathetically into him, hips jutting reflexively.

that seems to be the last straw for him, as he immediately breaks the kiss, a small string of saliva hanging between your lips. he breathes heavily, and when your gazes finally meet, you know for sure what the glint in his eyes truly means.

lust.

and before you can grin up at him, push him away and strut back to your friends, his arms flex around you, keeping you close, and he leans in until your noses brush, rasping out some words in a whisper that leaves you speechless, knees buckling under you at the promise of what's to come.

"can i have your number?"

>w< thank you for reading!! if you enjoyed this work, you can check out my masterlist right here, and you can stop by my inbox anytime you'd like, with a request or a simple thought! feedback is very much appreciated, and so are reblogs!!

ily, take care, stay hydrated!!

- lunar

#hyunjin smut #stray kids smut #hwang hyunjin smut #my writing #hyunjin #stray kids #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin scenario #stray kids scenario #hwang hyunjin scenario #hyunjin imagine #stray kids imagine #hwang hyunjin imagine #idk what other tags to add 😭#idk pls enjoy <3 ily #skz #skz smut #skz scenario #skz imagine

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bigfan-fanfic · 2 years

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Trash Can Burgers (Male!Reader x Kyle Rayner)

Requested by @jayfeather965 for Can I ask a for a slice of life short fic about life dating Kyle? Something soft and sweet with maybe a little fluff.

They say that when you eat with the one you love, you could be having the blandest food and it'll taste better just because you're with them.

Thankfully, you've never quite had to test this out.

Mainly because your boyfriend is stellar in the kitchen.

Kyle has never been a stranger to frugality. It's hard enough living on a freelance graphic artist's salary without also having to fuel a superheroic lifestyle as well.

Admittedly, when you two moved in together, it did become slightly easier once you could share incomes.

Kyle generally subsists on a near-empty fridge, but the real magic started once he noticed ingredients in the fridge in your shared space.

"Hey, babe? Mind if I make something to eat?" he asked.

You shrugged and gave a noncommittal grunt, and he set to work.

He calls them trash can burgers. It's the same concept as trash can casserole, a dish made of whatever you happen to have on hand that hasn't yet spoiled that you have to use.

So, seeing some left over ground turkey, and some mac and cheese, and a couple of potatoes left over from when you made french fries, he proceeds to make something beautiful.

With the application of seasoning and a few fresh chopped herbs and onions, Kyle makes turkey burgers topped with mac and cheese, caramelized onions, some lettuce, and seasoned potatoes. It's weird, and you don't really expect much out of it, but somehow it works. The textures blend in a really appealing way, and it's so tasty!

Kyle is an endlessly creative man, and this becomes a regular thing. He'll make random dishes out of leftovers and spare ingredients, and you'll make sure to keep the fridge stocked with essentials like onions or thyme to help him tie things together. He can make curries or ramen and one time made what basically amounted to pizza garlic bread out of garlic, oregano, and lasagna leftovers and a baguette.

Plus, cooking helps him relax.

So, after whatever random combo dish he makes from leftovers, he'll eat with you, and the two of you will cuddle for a while before doing the dishes.

It's fun to talk to him while he cooks or when you hang out. He can get so focused on his art when he's involved, but here his attention is yours to claim.

And when you're lying on the couch together, tangled in each other after a good meal, it always ends up making you feel some hope for the future.

And for the both of you, you know that future will be with each other.

#kyle rayner x male reader #kyle rayner x reader #dc headcanons #headcanons

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goldenrdkin · 8 months

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Misusing "Dead Dove: Do Not Eat"

This might get a little rant-y, so fair warning just in case. Obviously, this'll mention "Dead Dove: Do Not Eat," but no triggers that I know of.

Estimated length: ~2 minutes

So, I've been wandering around AO3 and a few proship spaces here, and many times I've come across stories and posts mentioning or tagged with "Dead Dove: Do Not Eat."

I usually don't have a problem with this, since I would use it myself when applicable. But the issue here is- there are some people who only use the phrase with no context. When it comes to having triggers, like myself and many others do, this can be annoying or even dangerous in severe cases.

So what's the problem exactly? Well first, lemme explain what the phrase actually means...

"Dead Dove: Do Not Eat" is almost as literal as it gets. It implies there's a dead dove inside a container with the warning "do not eat." So, when someone looks inside and sees a dead dove, they shouldn't have expected anything else.

DD:DNE is a warning for the following content and potential triggers. There's nothing wrong with using it - it's when you use it by itself with no explanation or list.

A trigger warning is only as useful as the list itself. If there are no listed triggers, then the warning is pointless. DD:DNE relies on a list of triggers or any relevant tags for the story/post. It's to let readers know "hey, this contains everything tagged, so don't blame me if you ignore it."

Unfortunately, this isn't just a problem with DD:DNE specifically... it's trigger warnings in general.

I've been seeing more and more warnings with no explanation whatsoever, just "trigger warning!" as if we can read the OP's mind. By the time we realize what trigger it is, it'll be too late. That's the whole point of a warning, so we don't have to see it.

I would rather have no warning at all, because an empty warning is just frustrating and makes the triggers even more stressful (at least for me, not sure if it's the same for everyone). With no warning, I'd be more surprised at seeing the trigger than actually thinking about it.

Just to make this clear though, I do not justify the lack of warnings. It can still be a stressful experience. I just want to make the point that empty warnings are worse than lack of warnings. Both are bad.

That's all for now, though. Hopefully this was helpful in any way, though it's a bit on the rant-side... All of this is /nbh, mostly randos I've seen as far as I'm aware.

I hope y'all have a good night/day, and don't eat any dead doves (even if they look tasty, pls don't /hj)

#talk.suv #ranting #rant post #important #psa #proship safe #proship #profic #profiction #dead dove do not eat #tone tags

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tex-treasure-chamber · 1 year

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Love Me Tender

Pairing: Sunny / James

Summary: Once he and Sunny began courting, James didn't expect more than a simple "welcome home" and shared meal after returning back to London from yet another mission. To be fair, it was the standard Sunny had set during their friendship, but they weren't just friends anymore so of course, Sunny takes it upon herself to utterly spoil him.

On the last day of his mission, James called Sunny that night as per usual to let her know he was coming home to London soon.

"Nothing broken, I hope?" Sunny inquired gently, not even trying to hide the hope in her voice, "Nothing cut open?"

James smiled. "No, thankfully. It was a good run this time."

"Gracias a Dios," Sunny murmured, "When's your flight come in- or have you already sent me the details?"

"No, not yet, but I can tell you now that I'll land at approximately 1600hrs. Think you could close up the bookstore early?"

"Ay porsupuesto, of course I will Amor! They'll understand." She almost sounded scandalized at the mere idea of not closing early to come greet him and he held back a laugh. "How long is your flight?"

"Seventeen hours. It's going to be hellish," James complained, "the long ones always are." It didn't help that he usually spent the entire flight just wishing to be there with her already.

"Just come home to me safely," Sunny replied softly, "and I'll take care of you, Amor."

James hadn't quite known what Sunny had meant by that but it burned his ears nonetheless and sent an unexpected blush crawling down the side of his neck. He cleared his throat, "What did you have in mind?"

"It's a surprise, of course!" Sunny answered playfully, "I know how you love those."

James snorted- Oh yeah, he loved them just about as much as she did, which was not at all. Still, he trusted her and decided not to try and dig further. He cleared his throat and lowered his voice, "I'm looking forward to seeing you."

"And I, you," she replied sweetly, "Now I'll leave you to rest- it's almost ten there and you must be exhausted after all you've been through, Amor, even if there's nothing broken or cut open."

James thought about refuting but when he opened his mouth a yawn slipped out. Perhaps she had a fair point after all. Still. "I can sleep on the plane."

"Yes but I must stay awake and count every second that brings you closer to me," Sunny replied, "including the ones passing us by at this very moment. Won't you spare me and let me sleep?"

There it was again, that warmth blossoming behind his chest and cresting his ears. "I wouldn't want to torture you."

Sunny laughed, "It'll only be torture if your flight delays."

"Let's hope it doesn't then."

"A solid plan." She paused, "Good night, James."

"Good night, Darling. I love you."

"I love you too."

Sunny greeted James in a pastel blue, fifties style day dress with a sign saying "Amor de mi vida" and a big smile on her face as he descended down the escalator. Once he reached her he dropped his bag, dipped her, and kissed her as per custom and together they retrieved his car from the airport parking garage before James drove them home.

As soon as they walked in the door he smelled something tasty cooking in the oven and practically collapsed in the plush recliner as Sunny all but herded him to it. He watched her untie his shoes and slip them off before setting them by the door alongside her pumps and when she drew near he grabbed her and sat her in his lap. He kissed her and pulled away just a little to ask, "What is all this?"

"I told you I'd take care of you, didn't I?" She said sweetly before pressing a kiss to his cheek, "Now, bath or dinner first?"

"Dinner," he said, "I'm starving and that smells divine; what did you make?”

“Carne con papas y arroz de tomate.” Sunny answered dreamily, “Would you like me to serve you here or shall we move it to the kitchen?”

“Mhmm, as much as I’d love for you to feed me right here I suppose we ought to move it to the table.” James quipped.

Sunny got up and offered a hand, “So I’m definitely feeding you at the table?”

He shook his head and let her help him up before allowing her to walk him to the kitchen but when he tried to serve himself, she firmly herded him to the table with a kiss pressed to his forehead.

“You’re really set on this?” James asked.

“I am.” Sunny widened her dark brown eyes and pouted, “Would you really deny me?”

He held her gaze. “I could never deny you anything.”

She blushed prettily and smiled that signature, shy smile he'd grown to love. "Nor I, you." She said before turning around to serve him dinner.

Once dinner was over he stood up to help her put everything away but she tutted at him and told him to unpack and get changed into his bathrobe. By the time he was finished unpacking, he heard her come in to slip past him into the ensuite and not a minute later, the sound of running water filled the air. When he was finally all squared away in his robe, he walked into the bathroom to see she'd set up a chair beside the tub and was busy adding water from a pitcher into the bathwater.

"What's in that?" He asked.

Sunny didn't bother to look up at him or pause in what she was doing. "This is water infused with mint- made it myself."

He raised a brow at the murky white, bubbly water. "What else is in there?"

"Lavender bath salts and lavender bubbles." She set the pitcher down and spared him a glance before adding with a gleeful tone, "Oh! And coconut milk. That's why it's murky."

He nodded slowly. "Seems a bit excessive, doesn't it? I'm grateful, truly, but this-"

"It's not excessive if it's for you." Sunny interjected sternly, her eyes wide and imploring. "Unless you truly don't want any of this?"

There went his heart again, kicking in his chest. James sighed, "I- well, I do-"

"Then please let me take care of you." Sunny entreated.

He nodded briskly.

"Good." She drawled, her voice honeyed by his acceptance, "Now go ahead and get on in- I'll be right back, I just need to grab some extra things."

He sank into the hot water with a wanton sigh, the scent of coconut, lavender, and mint rising off the surface in delicious wafts of steam. He would've fallen asleep there and then if it weren't for Sunny coming back in. He opened his eyes to watch her gently place several de-stemmed carnations in the water and thought about once again saying something like 'this is too much' but his tongue stuck itself to the roof of his mouth as he noticed the serene, almost worshipful look on Sunny's face as she carefully arranged the flowers around him.

To think, he of all people could inspire such an expression- he still didn't feel he deserved it, or this for that matter. Did he even deserve her? No, not really- at least, it didn't feel like he did but it didn't matter- she'd chosen him, that much was clear, and he only cared that she continued to choose him.

He closed his eyes as she sat behind him on a stool and a hum slipped out from his parted lips as he felt Sunny begin to massage his shoulders, stealing brief kisses to the freckles she found there as she did so. She hummed too, a pleasant tune, although it was a song he didn't know and for a moment, he thought of being young again, before tragedy changed his life forever. He realized as she began to rinse his hair and ready it for shampoo that he hadn't experienced such levels of tenderness before and it caused something violent and raw to stir deep inside his chest, unsure and pacing like a wild thing trapped inside his ribcage.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked, tone a little sharper than he'd meant it.

She paused for only a second before continuing to lather his hair with shampoo. "Because you deserve it." She replied simply, as if it were the only answer available.

Clearly, if he wanted a more lengthy explanation, he'd have to ask for it.

James cleared his throat. "But-"

"Because you deserve it." Sunny repeated firmly. "Now keep your pretty eyes closed, I'd hate for any of this to get in them."

James sighed in equal parts contentment and defeat and did as he was instructed. Once again, Sunny began to hum a sweet tune and once again, something not altogether unpleasant but still fierce twisted in his chest as he felt her fingers carefully card through his short hair, her blunt nails deliciously raking against his scalp. He sighed again and leaned into her touch.

"That's more like it." Sunny drawled sweetly. He didn't need to see her face to know she was smiling. He didn't know what to say- that thing inside his chest was still pacing but the more she massaged his scalp, the more he could feel his mind slip into a reverie of warmth and comfort, something both foreign to him because of his work and yet familiar thanks to his relationship with Sunny.

He woke out of a light doze as she quietly asked him to lean forward and after he did so, she sponged his back and shoulders before getting up from her stool to stand beside him and scrub his chest. With her face this close, it was impossible not to kiss her somehow so the moment she drew close enough, he leaned over and pecked her left cheek, just over her scar.

Sunny laughed softly. "No need to pay me." She teased.

"If you think that's payment, you should see what else I have in store for you as my thank you." James quipped in a low murmur.

Sunny shook her head, her cheeks tinted slightly pink. "Y'ain't gotta pay me nothin'," she drawled sweetly.

That may be true but James nonetheless had other plans. For now, however, he simply let her believe otherwise and kept his eyes closed as she washed out the shampoo and began to apply conditioner. While waiting for it to set, Sunny spent it massaging his shoulders once more, yet again pressing kisses to his freckled shoulders in between administering a gentle, soothing hand through his softening hair. James took it all in with his eyes closed, his mind focused on the sound of her dress shifting, the demure scent of her honeysuckle perfume, and her gentle, kind hands. After she washed the conditioner out of his hair, she helped him into his robe and had him sit on the edge of the tub so she could towel dry his hair.

As she dried his hair, she hummed some more, still of songs he didn't know but that was alright; it was lovely, truly, just to rest his head against her chest and feel her tenderly dry off his hair, to listen to her soothing voice, to know that he was home. Funny, how he hadn't called his flat a home before Sunny came wandering into his barren life like a determined wildflower seed carried in by the wind. When she finished towel drying his hair, she gently tilted his chin up and uncovered his face to cup it in her hands with a bright smile.

"There you are, handsome." She drawled sweetly before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"Flatterer." He mumbled, unable to suppress a crooked smile.

"Go on and get changed," she urged, "I'll take care of cleaning up here. Reckon you're ready for bed."

He looked up at her from under his lashes and told himself he was allowed to be selfish, if not this once. "Will you lay with me?" He asked.

A tender smile spread across Sunny's face. "Of course."

With her company assured, he left and put on a matching striped blue and white set of PJs Sunny had gotten him for Christmas last year and, admittedly exhausted, he slipped under the covers to wait for her to finish up. When she finally entered the bedroom, he felt his heart throb warmly as he watched her dutifully join him under the covers.

He cleared his throat. "Would… you hold me?" He asked quietly.

In the lowlights of the room, he could just barely see stars twinkling in Sunny's dark eyes. "I'd love to." She said.

Inch by inch she drew closer, inch by inch James arranged himself until finally they lay side by side, James curled up with his head against Sunny's chest as Sunny held him close in her arms. She kissed his forehead once more and without asking, she began to rock him and picked up humming again.

"Would it be bold to assume I'll receive this sort of reception every time I return home from now on?" James asked teasingly but there was a part of him that feared her answer.

"If you'll let me, yes." Sunny replied softly.

James closed his eyes and for a moment, all he could think of was how overwhelmed he felt. He hadn't cried in ages and he bloody well wasn't going to cry now but even if he did, he knew he would be safe with her. Safe; that's really all he could focus on— he was safe. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief and contentment.

Sunny paused briefly in her rocking and quiet humming to press her lips against his forehead one final time and, finally secure in himself, James sank further into her embrace.

"You make coming home so easy," he rasped.

"Good, keep coming home to me. Speaking of," Sunny tightened her grip infinitesimally around him, her arms trembling slightly, her honeysuckle perfume wrapping him up like a soft blanket of quiet sweetness. "Welcome home."

#*wraps myself up in this*#tex writes #from london with love • bond #i need to write a fic like this for Graves and Larry and Pádraic and Jake and <lists everyone else>

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ringchollyandfriends · 2 years

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today with BB the ckcs:

I was called into work early for 8 hours, which was earlier than expected.

- spouse said that BB did fine, she'd sleep and ask for the door every two hours or so and/or my spouse would take her out.

- she saw a squirrel and got "very curious". when i asked for more details, spouse said "she walked faster, you know, a normal speed for any other dog and sniffed around". 😂

- Nelly is more stressed than i was expecting. i think i'm going to call the vet to see if there's medication that could help ease her stress - i'm nervous, i hope they'll understand, i just want nelly to be okay. this is honestly my biggest concern rn.

- yesterday night was rough: Nelly was stressed and Topo was concerned that we were in the bedroom without him. luckily, all BB did was sleep and snore extremely loudly.

- i gave her some meds. she spit out the pills once, but eventually ate them with some tasty pill pockets. luckily, it was a one time dose.

- she requires ear drops once a day for seven days. it says to apply in the ear, but i don't know specifics, so fingers crossed i'm doing it right.

- i was nervous about leaving BB mostly alone on her second day, but apparently, she did just fine. no whining, no signs of separation anxiety (!). i thought she'd be more energetic, but no, turns out a walk around the yard and a lickimat are enough for her.

- she hasn't pooped yet, which stresses me out a bit, but i'm assuming it's due to adjustment. i'll give her some pumpkin puree and hopefully it'll help.

TDLR: outside of Nelly's stress, it's going alright overall!

#bubblebean adventures

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danwhobrowses · 1 year

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One Piece Chapter 1073 - Initial Thoughts

Another week and another twist came for One Piece last chapter

But now we have to deal with the fallout Theories are already swirling at a whirlpool speed As well as see what will counteract this allegiance shift

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release

Man Vegapunk really is blissfully unaware that his MADS coworkers aren't working towards world peace

Still, flowers that grow from gunpowder is quite impressive

Also I wonder if Ibell will be someone we meet in the story, I know it's a nod to Nobel but Alfred Nobel himself was an interesting guy, especially revolving around the impetus of creating the Nobel prize

It is tasty though to see Lucci get a taste of his own medicine

Stussy avoids Lucci's attack with a variant of Kami-e, it's like a mirage tempo or an afterimage

Knowing she can't fight him head-on, Stussy reveals Sea Prism in her lipstick, and then chomps down on Lucci

Brook and Zoro of course remain confused, but it does turn out that Stussy was who Vegapunk called

Shame, I was still hoping we'd see Smoker, and Tashigi

Man 20 years undercover, that's quite some time, but it seems like her being in CP0 was more happenstance than intent

However, the Seraphim can't be stopped by Stussy, which is weird because she does have the same authority hierarchy so why doesn't it respond to her orders when Lucci and Kaku are unconscious like they did with Sentomaru?

Lilith finally gets outside to do some fighting, but finds herself directly in the corsairs of S-Hawk

Fortunately Zoro shows up to square off with S-Hawk, recognizing some elements of his master/rival

Edison tries next to give an order, but is attacked by S-Shark during it

Sanji this time makes the save, much to Lilith's relief, she does have a soft spot after all

Sanji and Zoro's 'hm?' interaction is on brand too

Edison's order did also make it through, so the Seraphim are tamed for now

The Punks tell Stussy she will need to leave the island too, at this rate it'll be way too crowded on the Sunny, if only CP0's ships weren't destroyed

While Luffy and Chopper search for Vegapunk and Bonney though, the ominous narrator states that Vegapunk is set to 'disappear'

We ain't getting them on this ship at all are we?

Away from Egghead we return to Sphinx island where Marco has returned from his Wano adventures

Typical, the moment he left Marines came attacking, also looking for Whitebeard's 'treasure'

Thought this guy was Nezumi from Arlong Park but it seems he has a different name, Latelle, what are the odds that the Navy has two soldiers who look like rats?

Classy, threatening to shoot children or the elderly

WEEVIL!?

Weevil showing some Whitebeard solidarity in protecting his 'father's hometown

The Marines quickly were sent packing, which Buckin arrives to elaborate on

Oh...Kizaru didn't come alone, he brought a freaking Gorosei with him!

Jaygarcia Saturn, they discuss Vegapunk with Saturn only meeting him once, but if he's coming knowing Luffy's there this may be the next level of threat

Also reminder that the Gorosei outrank Vegapunk on the Seraphim authority

Also, it turns out Ryokugyu showed up to Sphinx and captured Weevil

As expected, Buckin is the original Miss Buckingham Stussy, ex-Rocks and 'self-proclaimed Scientist'

Woman you're in no position to demand Whitebeard's inheritance even if he had any, you also can't ask the guy you're threatening to help you at the same time

But more clone hints with Weevil too since Buckin implores that Vegapunk can prove that Weevil is related to Whitebeard (doesn't mean he's related to Buckin though)

Ooof a break? We only came back from one last week Oda!

So this felt more like a setup chapter than a whirlwind one

With Stussy making the numbers lopsided again we were in need of a big gun and Saturn is a good shout. Being the Gorosei implies he could be above Admiral level and then you have Kizaru, Lucci and Kaku back in the fight to back them up, plus the four Seraphim makes eight. It's still a matter of the Punks but given the reaction of Lilith and Edison they are nowhere close to being combat ready against them, which means that the lopside is more 10 Straw Hats plus Stussy and maybe Bonney vs Saturn, Kizaru, Lucci, Kaku, 4 Seraphim and potentially some more vice admirals (at this point I need a prayer circle for Smoker and Tashigi though).

There's still the matter of Caribou too, I haven't forgotten about him, he's bound to do something when we least expect it. I've sadly had to concede about Carrot but it still annoys me (on the year of the rabbit too Oda, it was perfectly laid out for you!), but still Caribou is just sitting on the knowledge of 2 ancient weapons, that can't be left hanging forever.

The reveal that this'll lead to Vegapunk's disappearance doesn't bode well for all the punks, but it is curious what Luffy will find when he encounters Bonney and Vegapunk after the whole stuff with last chapter. Curious where Franky is too, he left with Sanji to back up the Punks.

The side stuff with Marco and Weevil is strangely positioned, I guess if we do reveal that Weevil is a WB clone it makes sense, though I do worry about Marco now, if he's being dragged out to fight an admiral just to save a guy who has been taking down his former crewmates, how is Stussy gonna react when there's no 'inheritance'? I think Weevil would be fine with just the land because he's simple but not Buckin, there's danger in that.

The week break is gonna sting a lot especially with how close it is to the last one, but we shall endure and see how more things develop.

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natsuiryusei · 2 years

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【A3! Translation】 Homare Arisugawa SSR — Gratitude For You (2/3)

location: Arisugawa Household's Rose Garden.

Izumi: So we will also participate at the party?

Tsumugi: It's a good idea as Mother's Day is soon, wouldn't it be better if the entire family is together…

Homare: A lively party would be fun right! Mother surely feels the same way.

Citron: I'm also pure! I look forward to going to Homare's household! Sakuya and Hisoka, let's go together too!

Sakuya: Y-yes! If it's not a problem, we'll go!

Hisoka: Me too?

Homare: Of course.

Hisoka: …I'll check on my part-time job.

Homare: Then I shall contact Takao.

Kazunari: Hey hey, I have a lil' neat idea!

Homare: ?

Takao: Homare-sama, I have prepared everything you need.

Homare: Thank you.

Izumi: There's a lot of flowers with ribbons!

Kazunari: As expected of Aririn☆

You really can make a lit party preparation!

Takao: I shall help too.

Homare: Then, I leave the afternoon tea set to you.

Takao: Understood.

Citron: We'll also help prepare the decorations! Can I arrange it in any way?

Homare: Yes, no problem.

Sakuya: I'll also help!

Tsumugi: I'll put the carnations at the center of the table.

Izumi: Looks good! I think the carnations will be put at every table.

Hisoka: I'll make a marshmallow tower.

Homare: This party isn't for you, though!?

Izumi: …Alright! I think the preparation is almost ready.

Sakuya: It became really gorgeous!

Kazunari: Then, Me and Aririn will leave our seats for a bit.

Homare: Apologies, we'll leave the rest to you.

Tsumugi: See you later.

Sakuya: Can it be…

Citron: That thing has been prepared, right?

Hisoka: That…Ah, that.

Izumi: Fufu, I hope it'll work out.

Homare: Mother, Grandmother, do come over here.

Homare's Mother: Well…! I did hear that the troupe members are joining us but…

Homare's Grandmother: Thank you for taking the time to prepare all of this.

Izumi: All of us are indebted to you, so this is our gratitude. We hope you enjoy it!

Kazunari: Surprise~! We made this party planned for you both!

Homare: Everyone cooperated for it too.

Homare's Mother: Everyone, truly thank you.

Citron: Then you two can sit here!

Homare: We shall get the party started!

Homare's Mother: The decorations look wonderful…the flowers are beautiful.

Tsumugi: I'm glad that you're pleased with it.

Citron: This afternoon tea set is private!

Izumi: You mean, exquisite, right? It's really tasty!

Takao: Thank you, I'm glad that you're pleased with our party.

Homare: ——Ahem, dear mother.

Homare's mother: ?

Homare: I shall recite my gratitude in poetry. Do take a listen.

Izumi: (Seems like Homare-san is worried about his poem earlier, I wonder what kind of poem he made this time)

Homare: ——The warm light within your heart is filled with your affection. This gratitude is illuminated with that same budding light, The gratitude which is dedicated to your love of a mother that is like no other, will bloom.

Citron: Oh!? Has my listening skill improved rapidly!?

Tsumugi: So among the things he thought so far, he was able to convey his feelings in the end!

Sakuya: …Can it be that he's nervous?

Kazunari: Ahaha, maybe that's it.

Homare's Mother: …..

Homare: Mother…?

Can it be that you didn't like it…?

Homare's Mother: Uu, I'm really happy! This is the happiest I've ever been!

Aah, Homare…Truly, Truly thank you for being born in this world…

I wouldn't like to cry in front of everyone like this.

Hisoka: Like Arisu when he's drunk.

Tsumugi: Fufu, as expected of parent and child.

Homare: Though I didn't mean to make Mother cry…

Homare's Mother: I wonder when was the last time I was thanked. Being told directly like this makes me really happy.

Homare: I'll express my gratitude anytime…When I think about it now, I can't put my feelings into words properly.

Homare's Mother: Just that is enough, you're welcome.

Izumi: (Homare-san was able to convey his feelings properly, the poetry present was a great success)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

#a3 #a3 translation #homare arisugawa #homare........

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madaaamr · 2 years

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If I could, I would portray this life as a garlic bread

It'll crumble easily when I give them pressure

Leave the strong structure behind with no trace

As if it was never there

And the garlic stung my mouth with its smell

Give such an overwhelming taste of sour and salty

But it is what makes it tasty

And people love it endlessly

That's how I see life sometimes

There are a lot of unpleasant things going on

My expectations, dreams, hopes, and existence collapse into dust many times

I crumbled, I give up easily, and never really want to get up

But I found out that some people still treasure me

Even though I am poor at appreciating them

Even though I never give them what they want

Even though I never become what they need me to be

Thank you for be there for me

Though I am not the best version of myself

I’m trying to be the best I could be

Thank you for keeping up with me

Thank you for forgiving all my sorries

Thank you for lightening up my worries

Thank you.

-mad

#mad #mada #poem #poetry #literature #sorry #apology #thank you #appreciation

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willowpudge27 · 2 years

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Album Impressions: It Means Everything by Save Ferris (first listen)

Whats up Imma try this thing where I write down my thoughts while I listen to an album track-by-track in the hopes it'll help me as an attempt to listen deeper and also maybe someone will find it interesting to read. That's about it, if I hate this I'll probs delete it so ;P

What I know going in:

This is a ska punk band, I've never listened to the album before, but I really loved the Come On Eileen cover when I had my ska punk phase at 14. I've been discussing ska punk with my roommate recently as all the energy of punk... but what if it was fun? So I'm looking forward to this one. After some cursory googling I can also tell you it was released in September, 1997, the guitarist/singer Brian Marshburn wrote most of the songs (except..y'know), & the trombone player's name is T-Bone Willy

The World Is New (Marshburn)

FUCK YEAH SKA PUNK IS BACK!!!!! I really dig the texture between both singers here. Song is approximately "Everything is bad but when I'm with you the world is new" Horn section is tight & jaunty. Oh nice little come-down ending

Nobody But Me (Marshburn)

PSYCH we're back! Another love song with Monique Powell alone singing. nice groove change to a half-time feel in the chorus. Christ Monique Powell has a fantastic voice, she sounds like she's having so much fun. ending horn riff is straight out of double-dash

Superspy (Marshburn)

Oh shit it's the swing revival, who is this, Big Bad Voodoo Daddy? basically kinda yeah. Minor blues-y Steppin Out vibe about. Horn solos traded around by horns & guitar, this is basically just a fun lil big band chart

Come On Eileen (Rowland, Patterson, Adams (Dexys Midnight Runners))

and we're back to hard-driving rock 'n roll. guitar part in this is clean. Wikipedia didn't credit who arranged this but it's really well put together. Functionally I think it almost makes the message of the song (we're young and invincible, let's escape together) and makes it a little easier to resonante by making it just a little less weird & British. Little stinger at the end mostly just reminds me of finding radios in Portal 2 tbh.

Goodbye (Marshburn)

Bringing back the Steppin' Out bassline to sing about heartbreak I see ;) The organ in the fast bit is a really nice textual touch. Powell's inflections are so so good you guys damn.

Sorry My Friend (Marshburn)

Oh okay this has the exact same opening as a Reel Big Fish song, I wanna say...Beer? Anyway this song is about a friend breakup. Something feels just slightly toanlly disonnant about this jaunty little sax solo over the word "sorry" over and over. Guitar solo with Metal Harbor guitar tone lol.

Lies (Marshburn, Powell)

Sexy halftime groove; I haven't said much yet but the bass tone on this album is also sexy: Super punchy with pick but bassist Bill Uechi still gets a nice bottom out of it. Another sax solo, this time sexy & moody, but only for a moment before a really tasty bridge. Maybe the coolest single section in the album so far

Little Differences (Marshburn, Powell)

Hell yeah more Mario Kart breakups!!! Sicknasty percussive organ breakdown fuck yes.

Spam (Marshburn)

Yo this song is about the meat. Holy shit didn't expect That celebrity name-drop. This is a very very silly song, I'm delighted by this in its entirety

Under 21 (Marshburn)

This is a (jaunty) tragedy about getting carded when you're underage :( She tries to flirt through the bouncer but gets in too late & misses the band :(

Everything I Want To Be (Marshburn, Powell)

A more laid-back vibe for the final track on the album. It's a duet back & forth between the two singers about ennui & the meaninglessness of life. Don't worrry, after a minute of that bullshit we get jaunty again! This song is probably this best encapsulation of it, but throughout the album the amount of dynamic & textural contrast between sections has been super cool, nothing ever settles in one place for too long.

Final thoughts?

This was a great little record that I had a blast with! When I listen to ska-punk I am placed in a world where war was never invented and everybody is skanking everywhere all the time.

I had a good time writing this so I may do more I guess. Or not

#save ferris #it means everything #first listen #music

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rosavulpes · 4 months

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Yang has brought her favorite doctor/cook a whole haunch of meat. Don't ask where she got it. Just prepare it, I guess?

Shuichi had worked for the Branwen Tribe long enough to already know that the vast majority of items that it's members possessed , or returned with at the end of the day after being dispatched by Raven did not belong to them . At least not , originally so .

He understood well enough that this was simply their way of life . It had also once been his , but ... that was a story of a past life that only Raven knew . For reasons that had aided him when he needed it . Further more , it was not in his best interests to questions their morals . If he had raised issues with it earlier on ? He'd certainly have been ordered to leave the camp in search of work elsewhere . Besides , he honestly didn't care all that much that they did steal though , in Yang's case ?

He could only hope that she had obtained the meat from someone that didn't have need of it , as opposed to someone that did .

As she approached with her prize , and set it before his polished , wide wooden slab he used for cutting up meat . He could already tell what she was expecting of him to which a few ideas came to mind with a soft smile .

He could certainly cut up some pieces and makes some steaks for her , or stir fry with some vegetables , but there was still quite a lot of meat to go around . Rather than have her be made to share the excess with the other members of the tribe , why not turn it into a snack that she could carry with her whenever she needed to chew on something ? and something tasty at that ?

Switching over to a clean pair of gloves as he'd been preparing another dish , he didn't want the flavors of the other dishes to intermix with the meat . He knew Yang's preferences . The hotter the dish , the better .

Setting the haunch upright , he'd turn to grab a butcher's knife from underneath his table . Beginning the process of cutting the meat off of the haunch into slices .

He had every intention of making her spicy stir fry for her to enjoy tonight , but as he continued to cut into the meat , once he'd had enough for her stir fry ? What remained ? He could cut into especially thin slices .

The bone itself would be broken down later on to make bone broth . Nothing would go to waste .

Bringing different ingredients together into a mixing bowl to create a marinade he blend together apple cider vinegar, soy sauce, worcestershire sauce, ground black pepper, granulated garlic, kosher salt, and chili powder .

" It'll be a while before it's ready , why don't you had back to your tent ? You'll find what you asked of me , waiting for you there "

He didn't fully know the reason as to why Yang had wanted to know more about Beacon Academy , a huntsman training school located on the continent of Vale but he knew better than to ask . When she was ready , if she felt ready to share anything with him , he'd be ready to listen as always .

A stack of brochures , documents , and pictures awaited her within her tent . Tucked away out of sight to avoid tempting the curious .

Mixing the combination well , he'd have to leave it to marinate for a few hours in order to ensure that the meat picked up the flavors of his seasonings . With that ? He'd return his attention to his previous dinner preparations albeit with bone in hand ready to be broken down in order to make a nice , hearty broth to accompany it .

As the hours passed , once the meat had been sufficiently marinated , he removed the covering from the top . Separating the wider , thicker slices of marinated meat from the thinner ones . The wider ones would be cooked inside of a wok alongside of some peppers , onions , and some spinach . To be served alongside of a serving of rice , and bone broth . Chili flakes sprinkled around once it'd been plated for extra spiciness .

The thinner slices ? They would be left to smoke inside of the oven for a while longer . Becoming dryer the longer that they were list inside . Becoming more brittle , and once they'd been cooked enough ?

Shuichi pulled out , and packaged Yang's spicy beef jerky strips . Sprinkling more chili flakes and pepper on top of the meat before wrapping it up in parchment paper for her to enjoy at her leisure .

Making his way over to her , once he'd finished cleaning up the dishes , putting out the hearth fire , and packaging everything for use again tomorrow , he'd smiled as he offered it to her as a gift .

" I hope you'll enjoy it . Think of it as a snack for anytime you get hungry out there . Since it's been dried and smoked It won't spoil for quite some time. Let me know if you like the recipe and I'll be happy to make you more anytime you'd like . I 'll see you in the morning , good night "

#clockwork---heart #ic. shuichi minamino #ooc. sorry that this is late !#ooc. New year's was a mess for me

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