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javarium · 5 months

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sweet dedication | g. satoru

a year after his fight with sukuna, satoru finally gets to enjoy his birthday in peace, with no one but his beloved wife.

w — fluff, post-canon, lots of food :3, i incorporated a doggo sue me, vv short but hopefully sweet 🥰

Happy Birthday, My Beloved Satoru ❤️❤️

[ line divider credit to @/saradika ]

The last thing Satoru expected to smell coming through the front door of his home was a mixture of cinnamon and cherries. He shrugged off the jacket from his shoulders and curiously stepped further into his home. Upon seeing the kitchen table and every counter, his eyes went wide and mouth fell open.

On the kitchen table was at least four boxes of pizza, chicken wings, fried chicken, and brisket. Towards the end of the table farther fell the front door were sides, like green bean casserole and corn. His mouth began to water, his inner food junkie rearing it’s hungry head.

Across the counters and clearly in the oven were desserts, desserts, and more desserts — apple and cherry pie, cheesecake, fruit kebabs, crepes, mochi, brownies, kikufuku from Sendai. Gosh, what was the occasion?

And then the man sees above the hallway entrance that leads to the other rooms: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Satoru gapes.

Was it really December 7th?

He checks his phone and his brows raise in surprise. How in the world did he forget?

But you didn’t. You would’ve been the only one available to have made such a feast for him (even if it was mostly sweets), since everyone else was out on missions, still trying to tidy up Japan after the Culling Games’ toll.

He feels his heart swell with love and happiness, happy that you’ve remembered a date that he’s thrown to the side for so many years. He’s happy that you’ve done so much here for him, a genuine showcase of how much you really loved him and knew him by cooking all of his favorites. This must’ve taken you hours and hours to do; this being a clear proclamation of how much you’ve dedicated yourself to him and to knowing him.

“Babe?” he calls out to open air. No response. He’s smart by checking the kitchen first; you’d never leave cooking food unattended.

Satoru’s mouth quirks up into a sweet smile at the sight of passed out, sitting on the kitchen floor with your inseparable corgi Maple snoozing away right next to you. Although he squints at the sight of your neck lolled to the side in the corner of the cabinets. That didn’t look comfortable at all.

He’s not sure if he should take you to bed or wake you up right now. After a moment, he decides the former. But as soon as you’re scooped up and secured against his broad chest, your eyes flutter open. Maple wakes up too, barking and wiggling her butt, happy to see her dad.

“Oh, my god. Satoru!”

He winks. “The one and only baby.”

Your brain has always been fast about remembering all of the events prior to any sort of sleep or nap you’ve had. This time was no different, and he chuckles when you begin to groan and complain about your surprise being ruined.

“God, I can’t believe I fell asleep! How does one even sleep on the kitchen floor. My ass hurts, Jesus,” you complain. You burrow your head into the crook of his neck in embarrassment as he carries you to the couch and sits down with you on his lap. Maple bounds up behind him and miraculously uses her little legs to hop up on the couch. Satoru chuckles and takes a moment to briefly give her belly rubs.

“Thank you for trying to make this day special for me,” your ‘Toru says. It’s sweet, the tone of his voice, filled with love and adoration. “Don’t feel bad. That looks like a lot of cooking you did, so it’s only natural you’d fall asleep at some point. So don’t beat yourself up over it, okay?”

You grumble but nod anyway. It was true. You’d been awake ever since he’d left earlier this morning, putting the pedal to the floor on your attempt to swamp the love of your life with all of his favorite foods made by hand.

“I love you, Satoru,” you mumble, still tired and sleepy from overextending yourself.

“I love you, too, baby.” His lips press a long kiss to the side of your temple. He pulls away to gaze down into your eyes, chuckles escaping him again at seeing the sleepy haze in them. “Thank you for trying to make my special day special.”

“But I still didn’t get to surprise you,” you complain.

“I wasn’t expecting it when I came home, especially now with everything going on. I think that’s a big enough surprise for me,” he argues. “So come on, cheer up! We have some delicious delicious food to eat made by my sweet, adorable, wonderful wifey-poo! Except the pizza of course!”

You deadpan. “Call me that again and I’ll smash the strawberry shortcake I made as your birthday cake in that expensive jacket you bought last week.”

Satoru gasps dramatically in horror.

“You wouldn’t!”

“Try me.”

“Not if I eat it first!”

taglist:

@vagabond-umlaut @heresan @4sat0ruu and @/all my satoru lovers also i shouldn’t have taken that nap otherwise this taglist would be longer lmaoo

let’s raise a glass to this man who deserves the entire fucking world

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojou x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #jjk gojo #jjk fluff #Happy Birthday ‘Toru ❤️❤️

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dreadsuitsamus · 1 year

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Napping With Goku Headcanons | Goku x Reader |

author's note: took a nap and wanted big man in bed with me 🤷‍♀️

pairing: goku x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, will make you want big man in bed with you too

Being the wife of Goku is a daunting task

Cooking for him, cleaning up after him, and not to mention his libido makes him a hard man to keep up with

As a result, you take naps

You tend to frequent at least two a day, sometimes more if you don't have much on your to-do list

Your usual morning routine is typically to make breakfast, tidy up the house, take a shower, and then have a small nap, normally about an hour long

Goku's normally training during the day, so when you get in bed, you're by yourself

But when you start to come to again, the bed is dipped beside you and there's a solid mass slung over you, usually accompanied by snoring

You smile with a soft chuckle, a little yawn escaping your lips while you snuggle in further

He's got to have some kind of nap radar, because Goku is always here for naps

Goku likes tucking his face into your neck, in love with how you smell and finding comfort in it when he needs a little extra help falling asleep

He also presses small kisses to the skin there while he's falling asleep

You're thankfully only partially crushed by his thick, muscled body, as he keeps most of himself on the mattress instead of you since the last time he didn't mind his weight, he got an earful and didn't get to finish his nap

His arm is tightly around you, giving you very little wiggle room. Even when you fall asleep side-by-side, you always wake up in this position

A very low, quiet hum escapes you while you close your eyes and comb through his pitch black hair, occasionally scritching at his scalp with your nails

Goku nuzzles his face further into your neck, his lips brushing a soft kiss against you

Another yawn passes your lips and you squeeze him just a bit

"Mmm... Issit time to get up?" He mumbles every single time he wakes up beside you. He'd be content sleeping all day, if you'd let him

"Hmmm... Not just yet."

"Mkay... Good." He'll pull you just a bit closer to him, moving his head and nuzzling your sleep-warm cheek

"Soft... Warm..." He'll mumble rather adorably, his eyes still closed and voice cloaked with sleepiness

"Mhm." You hold back yet another yawn and lean your head against his, sleep slowly claiming you both again

You only tend to get another thirty minutes of naptime, though, before Goku's poking at your cheek to wake you

"Mmm... Hnn... Hm?" You blink away the blurriness, slowly realizing the wide-eyed, innocent look on your husband's face

"Can we have lunch now? I'm starving!"

At least you still have the 3pm nap

Bonus Headcanons: Napping with Baby!Gohan and Goku

When Gohan is born, the naptime routine is completely shot

The baby is up frequently for nursings, so you're always on alert for him to wake up, and lose out on precious cuddles with Goku, alongside those much-needed winks of sleep

Goku is not meant to be a housewife, as his attempt at sharing the household chores proves. Though you do appreciate his sentiment, and tend to saddle him with the baby so the dishes can be done without something breaking

Sometimes, though, Gohan's naps line up with yours, meaning you can actually do as everyone says to and sleep when the baby sleeps

You'll be nursing him in his rocking chair when he falls asleep, and you've got zero time to fawn over how damn cute your son is when he's asleep

You hurry to the bedroom, careful with Gohan as you climb into bed

pop

"Yes, nap time!"

"Not if you wake him up!"

"Oops!"

Goku strips down to his undies and basically flies under the covers with you, taking little Gohan and laying him on his broad chest, the little bean snuggling in comfortably in his father's warm embrace

He'll pull you into him, a protective hand on the baby's back and the other comfortably rubbing the soft curve of your waist

You lay on your side and curl into his muscled body, linking your fingers with his hand on Gohan's back, the both of you protecting your precious son from potentially rolling off of Goku's chest

Goku will drop a kiss on your forehead and then one on Gohan's before settling into the pillow

You all sleep for a few good hours, smiles on your faces when it's time to get up again

Goku will look down at you with that sleepy smile, blinking slowly with a noise of surprise when you kiss him full on the lips

Napping is his favorite thing to do with you

#goku x reader #goku x you #goku #db #dbz #dbs #headcanons #i want to nap with goku #i am sleepy

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thewales · 11 months

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The Telegraph

Princess of Wales makes surprise appearance at Chelsea Flower Show

The Princess of Wales, had made a surprise appearance at the flower show, where she was joined by a group of pupils from ten London primary schools at its inaugural Children’s Picnic.

The picnic, which is set to become an annual event, was inspired by a conversation the Princess had with the RHS during her last visit in 2019, when she unveiled her Back to Nature Garden and told organisers she felt it would be nice to involve more children.

The Princess, sat down on a picnic blanket with children from St Augustine’s Primary School in Hammersmith, asking them if they were keen gardeners and whether they had the chance to plant things at school.

The children discussed vegetables and herbs and the Princess told them: “There’s a plant that smells like chocolate. I remember my granny showing me that when I was little. It has very dark leaves and you rub it and it smells like chocolate.”

Told the pupils were growing sunflowers at school, she said: “They get so big, don’t they?

“Louis is growing broad beans at school. You put them in a cup and you can see the roots growing. They get big quickly like sunflowers.”

She then joined another group to discuss flowers and plants, admitting that: “Lots of the names are in Latin and I can never remember them.”

She asked the children if they were enjoying the different way of learning and urged them to write to her after the visit so she knows how they can make it better for them next time.

After the picnic, the Princess took small groups of children into three of the show gardens.

They enjoyed the outdoor kitchen at The Savills Garden, a blend of ornamental and edible planting designed by RHS gold medal winner Mark Gregory.

By chance, their visit coincided with that of a group of Chelsea Pensioners who had been invited to enjoy a “plot-to-plate” lunch prepared with ingredients from the potager and walled garden.

“What’s on the menu?” the Princess asked, as the pensioners tucked into chargrilled peas with herbs.

Harry Puttick, who served with the Royal Welsh Fusiliers for 30 years, replied gallantly, “The peas are forgettable, you are not”.

With the cook nearby, he joked afterwards: “I’d better say the peas were wonderful, but it was fantastic to meet the future Queen.”

Gelila, nine, from St Mary’s Church of England primary school, was among those who met the royal visitor.

“When I saw her on TV, I thought she’d be a really posh person but she’s actually really nice,” she said.

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useless-catalanfacts · 3 months

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The Valencian cook Lucía Murillo shows how to cook rice with artichokes, broad beans, pork and rabbit. It's a typical winter recipe from the Valencian Country.

Source: The video was made by Consolat de Mar and is one of the recipes included in their book Tres quarts de mil·leni, which the organisation is publishing to celebrate their 750th anniversary. English subtitles added by me.

#menjar #receptes #paella de carxofes i faves #rice #valencian #cuisine #food #recipe #video recipe #recipes #foodblr #meal #artichoke #país valencià #valencian country #cooking #cook

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intheorangebedroom · 1 year

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Pleased to meet you, a drabble

Pairing: Frankie Morales x French fem!Reader.

Rating: Explicit 🔞

Word count: 620.

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Drabble: What lingers (you&him)

The air stilled around you as you stood, motionless and entwined. Time stretching, no more consequences, the sunset pouring golden-blue in the small living-room, street noises non-existent.

Your face tucked away in the space between his collarbone and his chin, that space that was made just for you. More than a space, a place. His hands on your hips, skin on skin. Held close and tight, hidden under his shirt.

What happened next is a blur, to you. You don’t remember much, the night that followed, or the day that came after it. Just a blur of relieved lethargy, of being fixed, the jagged pieces of your life slid back into place, solved and put together under his large, competent hands. Their infinite, surprising softness.

Food, soapy water and moans. His mouth cupping you between your thighs, his tongue hot and wet and heavy.

But Frankie does. He remembers everything. The same way he remembers being pulled out of the wrecked helicopter, thinking he should be dead, knowing he should have died. The acute awareness of being still alive. A feeling and a vision: “I came this close”.

You might have left.

He found you twice.

“When was the last time you ate?” he asked in a whisper, feeling the hollow between your ribs, like testing the depth of a crack, and when you didn’t answer, he broke the embrace, found whatever was there to eat, eggs, milk, Heinz baked beans, cheese past its expiry date, and you clung onto him, arms circling his chest from behind, cheek pressed between his shoulders, feeling the sturdy muscles rippling underneath the heat of his back.

He took off his shirt and slipped it on you, one arm, then the other, you were pliant, docile, dazed, exhausted. You didn’t fasten the press-stud buttons, so you could still feel his skin. The worn-out fabric was slightly damp with his sweat under the armpits. You pressed your arms to your sides to soak it in, let it sink into your body through your skin. Little puffs of his scent, laundry, and the musk of him. You don’t need to know how to describe it anymore.

He sat on your couch and you curled up on his lap as you ate in small bites. He tasted the soft skin behind your ear while you tasted the food he’d cooked for you.

“I came this close.”

He let you clean his face. You let him clean your body. Lathering soap along your back, on your breasts, down your thighs, and you hummed quietly for him, like you once did. He was thorough and meticulous. And what ran down the drain was what came before him.

He carried you to bed, laid you down, let you sleep, wrapped around you in the New Jersey heat. Eyes wide open, fingers splayed, possessive.

“I came this close.”

You woke up before dawn, purple-blue light bleeding in through the living-room window, his face buried between your hips, “I’m sorry baby, I need it,” tongue tasting and dipping, plush lips pursed and suckling, one finger gently thrusting.

“I came this close.”

He didn’t let you come, kept you balancing on the brink of it, pulling out just before your fall, playing your body like it hadn’t been 15 years since he had learnt it. You were limp, flat on your back, sprawled open for him. Melting into your mattress that dipped under his weight when he kneeled up and slid his hard length inside you through your slickness, broad freckled chest gleaming with a sheen of sweat, rocking slowly, hands on your hips, “say it again, baby, say it again, please.”

“I’ll stay right here.”

“I came this close.”

“Come on my skin.”

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Additional note: surprise!! This was written a while ago but didn't fit into the previous chapter, and it doesn't either in the epilogue (which will come next, still a lot of loose ends to tie), the way I'm building it. But I like it very very much (for once), and I find it to be a nice echo of their respective hell reminiscence at the beginning? I hope you enjoy it. So happy Frankie Friday, orange besties 🧡 Gabrielle was really supposed to fly back, thank you all for making me change it. I love you all so very much 🧡

Taglist (thank you 🧡): @elegantduckturtle @mashomasho @lola766 @flowersandpotplantsandsunshine @nicolethered @littleone65 @bands-tv-movies-is-me @the-rambling-nerd @saintbedelia @pedrostories @trickstersp8 @all-the-way-down-here @deadmantis @hbc8 @princessdjarin @harriedandharassed @girlofchaos @gracie7209 @mrsparknuts @mylostloversbookmarks

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pepperonibread · 3 months

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Did You Just Grab My Ass?

Read on ao3 or below the line break I don't know man. New fandoms. Weird thoughts. Cowboy love remains. Haven't really fleshed out this OC too much yet (and still learning about this actual game) but if I hear about a backflip one more time and don't actually see a backflip, I may scream. Not as...detailed as I would usually like. But now my entire Youtube history is backflip videos.

Rating is because I may add something EVEN MORE SPICY to this. We'll see. Didn't edit this one very well, it was just supposed to be a cute oneshot anyone. If you enjoyed, please let me know! For those of you that don't know me, I'm Bean and I hate writing! But I do it all the time. If you like my work and want to support me, you can buy me a Ko-fi. Never required but ALWAYS appreciated!

The sun was starting to set, not quite to the point of the horizon yet but far enough down to start the shift in colors - purples, orange, yellow. It was a gorgeous evening. The breeze was soft and pleasant, and it carried the scents wildflowers through the air.

Sybl observed as Nai'o leaned back against the fence post and sighed, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. He looked tired, and Sybl couldn't blame him. She knew what it was like to spend the whole day working hard. Ever since she arrived in this place, she was constantly on the go. Working in her garden, chopping wood, making candles, weaving, washing, cooking. She had a feeling it was no different for Nai'o, although the responsibilities may have been different.

He was nice, and easy on the eyes. A little awkward, sure, but Sybl thought that was endearing. There was no denying his good looks. Tall and strong with broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw. There was no shortage of admirers at the village, she assumed. And he seemed kind, always willing to help. Sybl had seen him carry heavy sacks of flour over his shoulders for the shopkeeper, or chop a huge block of wood with only a few swings. It was admirable - and distracting.

As she stood watching him, a smile on her lips, her eyes roamed over his body and she imagined what he might look like without his shirt. Maybe one day, when the heat became too much, he would take it off. She could get a glimpse at the muscles hiding underneath. Maybe she would get more than just a glimpse, if she was lucky.

She cleared her throat and pushed a strand of her grey hair behind her ear.

"Do you want to see me do a backflip?" She heard him ask.

Sybl was confused for a moment. What did he just ask her?

"Uhm...," she said, trying to wrap her mind around his question. What kind of question was that? Why would he ask that?

"I've been practicing. Do you wanna see?" Nai'o smiled, and Sybl could hear a hint of pride in his voice. He seemed confident in his abilities. She looked at him, he had one green eye, one blue. How interesting.

"Yes," she said, giving him a smile, crossing her arms and leaning against the fencepost beside him. "Show me."

The smile he flashed her was bright. It was the biggest smile she had seen on his face. It made her heart beat a little faster, and she felt a bit flushed. He stepped forward a bit and turned away from her. Sybl was suddenly looking at his back, his broad shoulders, his slim waist. She could see a hint of the muscles through his shirt. She wondered if he could lift her easily, hold her up against a wall...

She shook her head, blushing, trying to rid herself of the thought. Now wasn't the time.

"Are you ready?" He asked, the slightest bit of excitement in his voice.

Sybl nodded, before realizing he wasn't actually looking at her. "Yep!"

With a deep breath, Nai'o bent his knees, his feet spread shoulder-width apart, and - hesitated. Sybl could see his chest rise and fall. She wondered if he was nervous, or excited, or if he had actually ever done a backflip in front of anybody before.

He straightened, hand moving to the back of his neck. He didn't meet her eyes, a sheepish look on his face. "Nevermind. It's nothing."

"Nothing?" Sybl feigned her disappointment because she really hadn't known what to expect. "Oh, come on! You've got to show me."

Nai'o shook his head, his hand still on his neck as he turned back to her. "No, no, really. It's fine. I mean... It's stupid." He paused. "It was a stupid question. I shouldn't have asked."

"What? Why? No, it's not. Just tell me," Sybl said. She wanted to know what he meant, she wanted to see him do a backflip since he had been so keen to bring up that he wanted to show her - maybe to impress her, she wasn't entirely sure.

"I was just - it's stupid, it doesn't matter," he said, laughing a little, shaking his head, his gaze fixed on his boots.

"Hey," Sybl said, reaching out her hand. She gently placed it on his arm. She had never touched him before, but he was warm. She swallowed, and he looked up at her. "Show me."

He was staring at her, and it took him a moment to respond. "Can't." He said simply. "It's gotta be perfect. Don't want you to think I'm a total dork if I screw it up."

Ah, so there it was. She got it. He wanted her approval, and he didn't want to disappoint her. That was cute. He was cute. And from what she knew about him, didn't seem completely out of character. But the self doubt he portrayed with this confession tugged something in her heart then, and she found herself looking at the ground too.

"It's not that easy, y'know," Nai'o started again, quietly. "To say how you feel. It's a big thing." He paused, and she heard him inhale deeply.

Sybl felt her cheeks grow hot and she averted her gaze to his knees.

"You're... You're beautiful, and, uh," he laughed nervously. "It's really nice talking to you. It's - you're really sweet, and smart, and..." She could hear him exhale.

She looked up suddenly, and he looked like he could fall over from the velocity at which she lifted her head. She was sure her cheeks were bright red now. He looked terrified, but there was a glint of hopefulness in his eyes; a small smile on his face.

"Watch this." Sybl stated, reaching for the fence nearby, hoisting herself onto the wood with both of her hands.

"What are you doing?" She heard Nai'o ask from hind her.

"Backflip," she said, like if it was the most easiest thing in the world even though she hadn't the slightest idea on how to do a backflip. She took a moment to position herself, her legs spread slightly and her arms positioned as well. She took a deep breath and bent her legs, feeling a slight burn, and pushed herself up, arching her back and flipping her legs over her head - and instant regret followed as her back collided, but not with the ground, but with Nai'o, who had reached out to catch her, and stumbled back.

Sybl groaned in pain, and she heard Nai'o grunt underneath her.

"Ouch," she breathed, her body throbbing.

"Uh-huh," Nai'o agreed.

"I'm sorry," she muttered, her hand finding its way to the back of her head.

"No worries," Nai'o said, his voice muffled as Sybl sat up and he was no longer directly underneath her. She scooted off of him and sat down, looking away. She heard him sit up.

"So... Are we gonna talk about what just happened or...?" Nai'o asked, trailing off.

"I, um. I don't know," Sybl said, putting her hands in her lap. "I didn't - it seemed like the only idea I had."

"You didn't bend your knees right," he mumbled, then stopped.

She looked over at him, raising and eyebrow. "What?"

"Your form," he said, speaking up. "You didn't have the right form. That was the problem."

"That was the problem...?" She questioned.

Nai'o paused, turning away from Sybl as she stood back up and brushed her hair back into place.

"Yeah," he confirmed, bouncing up from the ground with ease. "Let me show you."

He turned to face her, positioning his legs in a similar way as Sybl had tried before, bending at his knees, and hopped up, flipping over. Instead of flailing the way Sybl had before, he landed safely back onto his feet.

Sybl's eyebrows shot up in amazement. "How did you do that?" She asked in surprise.

He looked away, but Sybl could see a small smile creeping onto his face as she brushed her hands on her jeans.

"Show me how." She said, picking up on the slight demand in her voice. But he really had made it look so easy, she wasn't going to just let him be smug about it.

Nai'o shrugged. "Don't you think you need to try like... a cartwheel first?" He asked her.

"No, just tell me how to do it," she protested, holding her hands up in defense.

"Why would you go straight to doing it like that?" He questioned, arching an eyebrow at her.

"You did!"

The farmboy gave her an incredulous look, and if it wasn't one of the cutest look she had ever seen.

"Not until I'd practiced. Like you need to do," he stated.

She sighed loudly. She knew that, and he didn't need to say it. Still. It was important. If he didn't give her help, who was she going to get it from?

He huffed a bit, crossing his arms, knee sticking out slightly. "Fine." He relented. "But I'm going to spot you."

"Of course," she conceded, taking a step towards him.

"You ready?" Nai'o prompted. He moved to her side, she felt his hand hover over the small of her back, and she wasn't sure if she shivered or not, but she felt something, felt her hair stand on end.

"Yeah," Sybl replied, unsure.

"When you're in the air, you gotta control your limbs," he instructed. She was surprised how business-like he got, the playful tone gone from his voice. "That's what messes most people up. You fall out. Control yourself, okay? Go ahead. I've got your back," Nai'o urged.

Sybl hesitated, and took a breath in, closing her eyes and counting herself up and down, exhaling slowly. And when she opened her eyes, she nodded to herself, steeling her resolve and readying herself to flip backwards. She wasn't going to be put off, she was determined. She hopped, legs together, and flipped backwards - just like before, but her mind had turned the full focus onto flipping, and landing on her feet... And it had gone surprisingly well...except for her spotter grabbing her ass halfway through to help her completely flip back.

She spun to him, completely red.

"Did you just- grab my ass?" She squawked at him in incredulity, while he tried and failed to keep a straight face, doubling over laughing.

"You did that wrong!" He managed between fits of giggles, completely evading the accusation. "I said I would spot you!" He huffed, clearing his throat and seeming to try to look more mature again. Still, there was a glint of humor in his eyes as he regained composure, remorse crossing his features as he realized his action may have come off worse than intended. "Uh- hey-" he scratched the back of his head and fumbled a bit before mumbling. "-sorry."

She shook her head.

"It's fine. Your, uh, sense of humor can just use some work, I guess," She blushed, not knowing whether to smile or glare. "Did I do it right, at least?" She changed the subject back, and looked at her own body, making sure it was all there and unhurt. She'd let it go- only because he had seemed like he was genuinely sorry if he made her uncomfortable.

But no, the truth was, she'd been just about to jump out of her skin because her body felt like it was burning when he had touched her. It was just a bit hard to say, especially when he seemed kind of socially inept.

But her little comment seemed to get his mind back on the proper subject again.

"I'd say yes. But not really," He sounded less accusatory and more amused now. "It's really a matter of timing. You weren't bad," He added in a kinder voice.

Sybl was relieved by his gentler manner, but it seemed that he did feel a responsibility towards teaching her.

"That's the biggest thing...you don't need to-"

She tried to focus on the words he was saying, but all she could focus on was his mouth. Watching how it moved, wondering how soft his lips felt and...she had to tear herself away from watching his mouth and tune her ears into his words again.

"Like, your jump isn't coming from your legs- your back has to arch back too so you get all the way over..."

"Can you repeat that last part, please?" Sybl asked him sweetly with a sheepish smile.

His cheeks dusted with blush at her smile, and he coughed slightly, repeating his words.

"Um, sorry-" Sybl mumbled. He had told her to try to jump without her legs? Something like that.

"To uh- really get good at jumping, the energy actually doesn't start in your legs." He seemed hesitant, like he was unsure about whether he could keep speaking, but he kept going anyway, obviously very passionate about this. "It comes from your back, and then your legs..."

His eyes darted back to the field as his sentence trailed off, but then he shook himself slightly. Perhaps he was getting distracted too.

"Don't forget to really...thrust back," He instructed, but she caught the falter in his voice as he said it. Was the word 'thrust' particularly suggestive? Did he notice it and did he say it anyway? Oh, goodness, why did the sun suddenly get so much hotter?! Wait, the sun wasn't even up anymore, dusk was beginning to settle in. She could barely hear his following sentence, something about timing. He looked worried again, but before she could say something, he continued talking.

"...Your hips..." Nai'o paused for a moment and cleared his throat, his face still flushed. "If you move your hips like-while you...you jump." Was this even about backflips anymore? She felt so hot and her stomach was tight and it all got worse when she noticed his throat moving as he gulped.

Her eyes widened and her mouth was open but she didn't remember making her jaw move. "My...I..." Her breathing hitched a bit, but she still didn't feel like she was able to do anything with her body but stand there and stare at him. "Show me...um- show me. please?" She pleaded softly, desperately, trying her best to pretend her face was still normal, that she was still okay. Her hands were curled tightly in the front of her pants and she was sure her heart would burst out of her chest and do cartwheels across the clearing. Why was his voice that way? That was so, so much worse.

Her breath was growing more ragged. What could he think right now? Probably that she was such a freak, all wound up for no good reason because a nice man showed her kindness, all red and twitchy and-

"Sybl?"

"Ah-yes! Y-yes, sorry?"

He was worried. His voice, it was like- like this...raw silk-ness wrapping her up in warmth and softness. It didn't match his figure but made him just all the better. What the hell was happening?

"Do you want-," He was really working his neck right now, trying to get those words out of his mouth. "...Do you need..."

"I'm sorry, yes?" She snapped back out of it. Was that rude to not let him finish what he said? Probably. Ugh, who was she even? He looked hurt that he had her attention now.

"Can I kiss you?" His eyes bore straight into her, his body tense, and his expression uncertain.

He asked to kiss her, that was okay, he just wanted to kiss her. That was- oh goodness, oh boy. This was a lot, a good kind of lot. "Uh..."

A small sound escaped from her lips and Nai'o - absolutely too nice Nai'o who understood everything even if she had no idea herself, realized he might have made a mistake. No way, she wouldn't let him take it back. That was enough to scare Sybl back to life.

"Yeah- yep! You can totally uh- yes?"

She said nothing more, feeling all kinds of heat bursting across her cheeks. Particularly her ears seemed like they were ready to explode any moment. What would his hands feel like? What would his breath feel like? Would he say anything? How close could he get? What about if he touched her? What if her lips were dry- would that be unpleasant?

"Sybl..."

This again, his voice a bit rough and making her name sound like a velveteen poem. This was not real, couldn't be real, and certainly not for her. But it was here and right now he was making an effort to show her exactly that. A step forward and his warmth was engulfing her. One hand finding a careful home on her waist and the other one taking hers other. Her first move was to breathe him in. Warmth, fresh like earth after the rain, with hints of dried flowers and wooden earthiness. A touch of wood smoke, and that was all his breath coming closer.

So this is what he smelled like. If he was so comfortable standing here and giving her the option to either push him away or welcome him in she was definitely going to get greedy.

"Can I come closer?"

Wasn't he already so close already, his chest brushing against her breasts, his lips right above her own? She still felt that prickling sensation crawling over her back as if her body wasn't sure what it was supposed to do. So much heat building and pooling somewhere behind her belly button and deeper still. It wasn't an urge but it felt good all the same. He must have noticed. His mouth twitched with something unspoken, and the sound that rumbled low in his chest - not really a growl. More a deep hum as if he approved. He knew this was making her tingle. He could smell it, probably; and he didn't seem the least bit unhappy with it.

"Why wouldn't I let you close?" She breathed.

This was just one of her questions. Why would he want to get close? She had an inkling, she'd tried to figure this out, yet this was only half the equation. But before she could bother to ask more he'd dipped a bit and closed the space between his lips and hers. First the rough scratchy texture, then the wetness of a tongue slipping over her bottom lip. A shock of sheer warmth was rushing straight through her belly down between her thighs. Her thoughts slipped into a heap, and every cell in her body jumped and lit up.

When he withdrew she stared. He kept quiet, his chin dipping low in front of his chest. Was he breathing her in still? Something else in the mix of his earthiness and wood fire was simmering into her scent; a tang of rising desire. For all her worrying he didn't even mention it or ignore her completely. A part of her brain was still capable enough to comprehend that as a good sign. So really, the only thing she could really try to do was kiss him back, her hands reaching for the sides of his face and easing onto her tip toes to put her mouth where she wanted it.

All the tight coiling and straining in her abdomen had long burst free and spread over every inch of skin on her body, making her light-headed and shivery all over. This must be how it felt to kiss, it dawned on her, just how intensely satisfying kissing someone could feel. She pressed her tongue in deeper to trace the full swell of his lower lip and coax it apart to learn what his mouth was like beyond the sweet slip and press of their tongues. The thought of taking his tongue into her mouth again just flooded her with a shiver that threatened her knees, and she slid a hand back into his neck to press him down a little lower where she could keep up easier. The insides of his cheeks were rougher than hers but so incredibly slick and warm and alive...

He pulled away, "Whoa Sybl...hold on." His voice a growl as he cradled her shoulders, watching her heavy-lidded gaze open a fraction, trying to read into what his was getting at. His mouth was barely parted and moist now from her mouth; his gaze darting off to the right side of her, and back at her.

It took her a few heartbeats and deep breaths, both their chests still moving in sync, before she managed a weak reply. "Hm?" Her nails scraped lightly, involuntarily over his scalp as her fingertips eased out, languidly raking back some of his blond strands into order again.

"It's getting dark...late... I mean the evening's coming fast now and—"

"I should go home." She finished his sentence in the faintest whisper and suddenly went very, very still. Home was...home meant leaving him, going back alone. Her mouth trembled softly with a slow, sultry pout of reluctance.

What about another kiss...or two? Who cared if it was dark... Or that there might be rumors about her and Nai'o now... Oh but wait, she didn't know yet... Was this a promise that it was really gonna happen...sometime soon maybe?

His nose brushed her forehead as he murmured a husky laugh, drawing his head back to gaze at her flushed expression. "I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked, not bothering to hide a rather satisfied grin.

"Y-yea...of course." It came out in a broken rush as she quickly struggled to compose herself. All these overwhelming feelings. What was that strange quiver running through her stomach again. Gosh she needed a glass of water, or ice cold dunk in the lake to cool down.

"Of course you'll see me," she teased, chuckling self-consciously while letting her eyes rove around his handsome face. Then her hand shot to the middle of his chest to play with the top button on his shirt, the first thing her fingertips touched, without thinking as her glance lingered. "Even if we'd say we wouldn't meet, I bet you'd still manage to show up somewhere and run into me anyway."

She hadn't even dared to fully admit it to herself yet. Sybl knew her flirting had turned more and more subtle...and eventually deeper feelings had welled up as well. For some strange reason she did not like being the more forthright one... so her subtle approach had worked, instead? Her expression turned sober at this moment as her glance jumped back up. "Thank you for showing me how to do a backflip. Maybe we could practice again some time, if you have time..."

"Maybe we should," he agreed softly, giving her a roguish little half-smile. He stepped away at last, putting a proper amount of distance between them so her body wasn't pressed to his, so he could actually breathe a moment. He started towards the orchard.

The warmth seemed to remain in her cheeks, like a little pocket of his body heat had settled there. Sybl huffed, reaching up to tug at her roots as she watched him walk away.

"That's it?" She mumbled to herself, shaking her head before shaking out her arms at her sides. It would certainly be hard to sleep that night. No matter how many times her head would hit her pillow, her mind wouldn't calm down. Not as long as the memory of this kiss stayed. The soft, gentle pressure on her lips that she had dared to answer; hoping so much that she wasn't doing any of it wrong.

#palia #palia fanfic #palia nai'o #idk what this is

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exoid-the-locomotive-monarch · 14 days

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I think since today’s the day, I should get off my chest what I think about Homestuck and the epilogues: the former is good and the latter is like an uncooked steak covered with diahhrea.

To elaborate, Homestuck is a cake that used too much baking soda and cooked in the oven for too short, its the same size as a cake but the outside is too airy and the inside is mushy and liquid batter, disgusting.

But there’s this middle part, between the layers that’s delicious as all hell, it uses grandma’s secret recipe and the chef was running a rush order, it’s a miracle he used the perfect ratio of egg to sugar to flour and milk, you can’t deny most chefs wish they could prepare a cake this good, and when one ingredient is off and it was underbaked, many critics would absolutely drop a solid 9 to a 5/10. It’s still good in my heart.

Now leaving the metaphors, I love this comic to an autistic degree. Its art direction and narration perfectly mix the feel of a strange adventure game published by some studio pushing the boundaries but had no budget so they end up reusing assets from stock images for most of its run, and for the second half abandoned jpgs for minimalist bean shaped heroes.

It has multiple flash animations, interactive walkarounds, and plenty of callbacks and reference to its own story beats and panels, it’s really good and even the secondary characters have a lot of dimension to them! The big issue was the pacing, and by god did Act 5 Act 2 cone out the miracle it did, balancing troll to human conversation perfectly, never abandoning the kids, and leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for the mess the trolls were about to make for themselves.

I even like act 6. Yeah I said it. Caliborn is funny, Calliope is eh, Roxy is the obvious character with the most going for her, Dirk has a good arc about his own struggles, but between him and the alpha kids, not so much. Jake had an arc for him to realize who he can be and his linits and how he should stand up for himself, and Jane was learning to trust her friends while being able to sleuth out manipulation or bad actors. Some of these words are in past tense because Hussie was now ping ponging to the boring 3 years where the kids are separated by dream bubbles and a long yard, almost never interacting with each other’s side of the 3 year journey (minus one DISTACTION by Rose and John hammering Bec’s head in with COOL NEW BREATH POWERS)

The pacing was a whole lot and openbound was a waste of time for 10 characters the fans could play with as dolls, but Act 6 Act 6 united both alpha and beta parties to actually do stuff.

But Hussie was also developing a (STILL UNFINISHED) adventure game(s) for his two new kidsonas that were going to give Alternia more breathing room and two new kidsonas an adventure to expand on the lore of Beta earth Roxy, Jake Harley, and a dead flighty broad.

After delaying when the comic should have ended by one and a half years, Hussie says “fuck it” and drops an awesome flash where everyone fucking dies. I was sad a little bit but remembered the comic had to end with the good guys winning so I just slogged another 500 pages watching a cool concept unfold: alter the timeline to unfuck the doomed timeline and fix the time paradox that would cause Lord English to not exist. Cool yeah?

The problem was after undoing 2000 pages of characterization Hussie needs to redo those 2000 pages and give characters worthwhile new arcs to solve, make everything both hunky dory on our way to the finish line but also start a new problem from railroading the characters into this new chance to win the game, and are clearly still coping or ignoring their other timeline’s struggles.

The best Hussie could do was 750 pages.

Build the new universe, kill the bad guys, save the troll race, finish Dave, Dirk, and Roxy’s character arc’s, we’ll finish the rest in a new timeline, the epilogues stuff. Drop in some vague shit at the last minute like “Ultimate Selves” “Aspect design and destiny” and some lip service to how these aren’t the same kids John knew, the look like them but they’re ever so different.

Then for like 6 months that was it, then the credits explained what happened to them and where they are now, and what’s unfinished.

Bonus updates we see a human cosplay space fish horns Hitler, a troll cosplay an immortal time demon hellbent on wrecking the corpse of every Universe he is aware of, and a carapacian cosplay a teleporting radiant dog demon that killed 3 parents. This was for Halloween.

Jane gets kidnapped by the goons you loved back when the comic only had 4 kids 3 adults a dog, some 4 chess friends, Jack, the midnight crew and the felt, and then she mind controls Jack and says she is going to get political.

Also the woobified side characters Wayward Vagabond and Oeregrine Me dicant are no longer “the deterrent of the original bad guy” and “silly marketable plush character who was once a veteran of the bloodiest massacre in Sburban history” they’re dead.

So what an ending huh, that was overwhelming, also unfinished. That epilogue should really tie in loose ends and end the narrative stakes of a work of fiction to a calm and satisfying pace like a traditional narrative does, boy oh boy can’t wait to expect that from the postmodern work of Homestuck hahahahahahahaha.

#homestuck #413 #15 year tumblrversary #15 years ago #webcomics #happy 413

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itzmnne-3-111 · 3 months

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♡ “No… no, not dearer than you” ♡

Pt. 4!

“You know nothing about me, you’ve known me only three weeks!”

“Three weeks? Catherine I’ve known you all my life!”

“All your life?”

“It’s true, when I heard beautiful music I thought ‘she’d like that’. I looked at flowers knowing that one day I’d give them to you.”

Coming down and handing him some old clothes he’d left. A small thank you pushed past his lips you went back to the kitchen and looked in the fridge “you want anything to drink? Eat maybe” You could hear the smile on his lips as he stood up and said “I’d love something to eat hun. But where should I change?” You have him a soft smile “in my room or the bathrooms fine. And I trust you know where the laundry room is?” You asked wanting to know if he still remembered how the house was laid out.

A slight chuckle let out his mouth “corse’ I do” he says as he makes his way upstairs to the bathroom. You sit there hand clenching the fridge handle tightly the uncomfortable feeling on your right hands ring finger shook you out of the trance to see a glimmer or the engagement ring. Pits bottomed deeper than before in your stomach as tears came flooding into your eyes ‘Why did I run’ the question pounding at the back of your head. The question that kept you lonely not wanting to call or text him cause of the guilt.

Whimpers left your mouth as you tried to ease your mind by looking for something to eat just something to do to keep your mind off of that faithful day. Not noticing the man looking at you with sad and guilt filled eyes as he slowly walked to you and gently touched your shoulder “Love?” He asked that snapped you out of the trance you were previously stuck in. “oh I’m sorry what is it?” You asked a forced smile rested on your face but when you looked into those brown eyes your lip started to quiver and your eyes started watering again “I’m so sorry..” you mumbled over and over not knowing how many times would be enough.

Choking on your tears and the lack of air you felt a tug on your heart as you felt broad arms and callous yet soft fingers hug your frame “It’s okay love” he whispered as he rocked you both back and forth you rested your head on his shoulder and kept crying “Just shouldn’t have left I’m so sorry I hurt you” the muffled and slurred words fell from your mouth what you heard poison from your own but music to him as he let out a soft chuckle “it’s okay..Simons here” he said then placed a soft kiss on your cheek as you drench his now damp shoulder. “W-why don’t you hate me I hurt you so much?..” you said shaking your head till you felt him push you off of him but still firmly holding you as the hands that were wrapped around you made their way to your face “Cause’ said I could never hate you love. Ja’ cause you weren’t ready doesn’t mean a thing” he said then kissed your forehead gently trying to calm you down. Shaking your head slowly “I’m so sorry..” you said “it’s okay” he softly led out then pulled out a chair then sat you down “come on, lemme make dinner” he said as you looked up at him. “Are you sure?” “Most positive” he said as he gently rested his hand atop your head you gave him a nod and watched him cook before you softly smiled and said “No beans on toast please” he turned around then put his hands “how does takeout sound?” He said as he pulled out his phone “amazing you said as you laughed.

The night went on with laughter and happiness and it ended with you and Simon cuddled on the couch him putting a kiss on your head as you fell asleep.

If you couldn’t tellll I didn’t know where to go with this chapter so I kinda improvised 😭 but I hope you enjoyed it and if u wanna help with the next chapter there’s a vote up on my page somewhere. Love you all take care!!! 🩷🩷🩷

#no… no #not dearer than you #ghost x reader fluff #black reader #chubby reader #simon ghost riley x you #slow burn #lovers to friends to lovers #♡

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ramshacklefey · 2 years

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Something I've rarely seen addressed in discussions about food insecurity is the importance of education about nutrition. And by that I don't mean moralizing food choices, but giving people access to information about what their bodies' basic nutritional needs are and how to fulfill them even when living with food insecurity. In fact, doing this should mean less moralizing about food choices, because getting your basic nutritional needs met doesn't require eating expensive, "natural," or even fresh food.

And this information may also help people who have broad food aversions.

Some examples:

Your basic loaf of cheap-ass white bread is fortified with vitamins.

Any food that says "enriched" or "fortified" has probably had vitamins added. That includes most bread, milk, quick cook rice, and many other inexpensive foods. This trend started specifically as a way to help low-income families get a more healthy diet.

If you have little money for food, buy some fucking peanut butter if you can eat it.

A peanut butter and jelly sandwich is incredibly good in terms of providing necessary nutriment.

Canned veggies are just as good for you as fresh ones, just don't toss the water from the can! A lot of the vitamins from the veggies end up in the water.

Mixing a can of beans (I use a combination of fat free refried & black beans) with some salsa and eating it with corn chips is actually pretty damn ok.

Anything pickled has prebiotics, tasty food for your gut flora! I have been known to drink pickle juice you would not believe how good it tastes when you've been doing yardwork in the heat.

If you're going to splurge on anything in your food budget, I cannot recommend sugar-free or unsweetened foods enough. Artificial sweeteners are not the demons we've been led to believe (that's a whole other post), and once you get used to them, unsweetened foods are really yummy! We're all just used to things being astoundingly over-sweetened.

If you can't eat a particular thing (gluten, dairy, peanuts, etc), you don't need to pay for fancy alternatives like gluten free bread, plant-based milk, or whatever. There is no single food you can't live without.

If all else fails, buy some vitamins. I recommend a B-vitamin complex that includes B-12 specifically and a basic Vitamin D capsule. But your regular multivitamin, like a generic brand of Centrum, is gonna be great. My roomie has a ton of food aversions and gets by pretty well on Taco Bell and vitamin pills.

(if you have Medicaid try asking your doctor to prescribe vitamins, Medicaid will cover them in most states if you have a prescription)

Those are just things I can think of off the top of my head. I'm sure there's more that I'm forgetting. When people don't have access to this kind of information, they aren't able to leverage the choices that are available to them. And while we work for everyone to have better choices, we need to be able to make the best of what we have.

#remember kids #you deserve good food #food isn't about morals #nutrition #food insecurity

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hazzysnax · 11 months

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Item descriptions 1

Another long read! This is about items that have been drawn - some crafted items, such as recipes, are missing their drawings. Recipes shall come at some point as well.

Strawberry Non-sentient and without senses, it's easier to eat.

Blueberry Chewing, chewing, all-day long.

Apple Throw these at Eggabell to repel her.

Carrot I'm already orange, I don't need more!

Potato A versatile vegetable in cooking, but never eaten raw.

Hay Well, hay there.

Lavender Some Grumpuses like to stuff these inside pillows, or into their stomachs, in hopes of getting healthier…

Mint Mint is pretty mint, I would say.

Lemon Who stole Floofty's nose?

Rice Considered a snack by sadists, or ants.

Sugar Loved by Grumpuses based on taste, hated by Grumpuses that have a grasp in healthiness

Fish Huh, I thought everything living nearby was some sort of Snax.

Broad Beans Chunkier than regular beans, but still results in immense gas.

Imitation Meat The closest variation of meat without committing cannibalism here.

Mixed Seeds Someone forgot to sort these…

Seed Egg Don't panic: It's only Oat Milk and Mixed Seeds!

Oats Oats.

Oat Milk Bread in a liquidised state.

Oat Butter Where'd that foil come from?

Corn Is this where Popticks spawn from?

Kelp Tasty trash.

Rice Vinegar Somewhat close to sake, expect that it would be unpleasant to drink.

Crab I believe this species is closer to insects than actual crabs.

Banana Oooohhh, banana!

Wooden Plank How do Grumpuses make this with some Driftwood, or better yet, Sticks??

Driftwood Made its long journey to land, only to be chipped into Wood. Tragic.

Stick These and Rocks may break my bones.

Charcoal Agh, my fur is stained!!

Coal Useful to be burned or to make impressive but bland art.

#bugsnax #bugsnax pet site

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salonduthe · 7 months

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Spring Equinox

The real start of the year

JEANETTE WINTERSON

MAR 19, 2022

On March 20th, in the northern hemisphere, spring begins. Day and night are of equal length, and then, the days start getting longer.

I am a big believer in using free energy - whether it’s the energy generated round religious holidays, like Christmas time, or the energy we can feel from the changing of the seasons. Every day is not the same. Our personal energy levels are not the same every day - we all know that. This has been a long winter. If you’re not a self-confessed Goth, you’ll be glad to get out in the longer evenings. There’s no need to do anything; just take a walk.

I live in the countryside, so this is the time to be digging over my veg beds and planting out some of the early things in the greenhouse - like broad beans. I never dig when the ground is wet because it does no good to the soil structure, the spade and fork, or me. Especially me. I get filthy and mad. And what for? I defeat my own purpose. The business of using some free energy, like the joy of a dry spring day, is to get into Tao.

Tao literally means ‘the way’. It’s flow. It’s that great feeling you get when you are in harmony with what you are doing. Tao, as a method, is about simplicity, patience, going with the flow, and being able to let go, or to let be. We live in a complicated, impatient world, where most of the day is an act of force. Force yourself out of bed. Force yourself onto the train, or bus or into the car, grind through the day, force the kids to eat their greens and do their homework, and when all force is spent, collapse in a heap. Sleep. Repeat.

Tao is none of that. The best thing to do every morning is to read your own energy. How do you feel? Raring to go? Tired? Unwell? Strong? Not? Then, is there any free energy to be had? Is the sun shining? Will you see a friend later? Have you scheduled in something to look forward to? Big or small. Doesn’t matter. I love my coffee in the morning. My first job downstairs is to open the back door and get a big breath of fresh air - rain or shine, winter or summer - I just copy the cats and dog, that’s what they do - that’s how the ‘read’ the day, nose up, what’s in the air? What smells different? Clear out the night-lungs. Start again. Meanwhile the kettle is boiling. I grind the beans. That smell of fresh ground beans. Oh wow! Then I am at the back door again, or in the yard, in my pyjamas and wellies, just with a little time to align myself with myself - and to align myself with this different, new day. It’s a little bit of Tao.

As spring comes I can feel the earth changing. The soil is warming up. The trees are budding. The air is softer. In the city it can be hard to connect to the coming of spring. But on the principle of free energy, find a way. It could be walking in the park, or along the canal, or going somewhere wilder at the weekend. It could be planting out a window box. It could be bringing spring flowers into your home. It’s good to notice, and to mark, the changing of the seasons. It keeps us in relation to the planet - and our relationship with the planet is at a crucial place. We have to live in better harmony with the earth. That is Tao, and it’s fair to say we are out of Tao most of the time.

There are many ways to notice, and to mark the spring equinox. You might decide to clean the bloody house - that’s what spring cleaning is all about - a celebratory cleansing of cobwebs and dust - and letting the fresh air in. All the family should help and it should be fun. Put on the music, dance with the broom, make pancakes afterwards. And take all the stuff you’ve hoarded over the winter to the charity shop. Spring is letting go in order to make way

The key is to decide that you will be part of Spring and Spring will be part of you. Above all, it’s not about spending money. You might cook something different - all natural, or bright green, like Risotto Primavera.

Or teach the kids how to make a proper omelette - because the hens start laying again at the spring point - that’s why we celebrate Easter with easter eggs - it’s the Pagan part of the Christian ritual. If you have ever kept hens, you’ll know how their behaviour changes as the light changes. One of the many upsetting things about factory farmed hens is their continual exposure to light - to keep them laying. But hens are not egg-laying machines; they are hens. They are seasonal. They are in Tao.

It will soon be Easter, because Easter, ‘a moveable feast’, unlike Christmas, depends on the position of the moon at the spring equinox. Easter Sunday falls on the first full moon on, or after, the vernal equinox. It’s another one of the those clever energy grabs the Christian church was so good at. Take an existing ritual or celebration and use the energy for a different purpose.

The weeks ahead are, literally, bursting with energy. Spring comes, whatever our personal state of mind. If you are feeling good about life, then the extra energy boost is there for you - but what if you are not feeling so good? What then? That’s when I have found that consciously tuning into the unstoppable energy of the turning earth gives me strength and gives me hope. It’s not just sunshine and warm air - spring can be wet and windy - it’s the sap rising, the green growing, the birds singing, it’s power, and it’s free to use.

Breathe deep, throw back your head, open your chest, stand up straight, speak. Speak what’s on your mind - tell the Spring about it. This is not crazy. Leaning against a big old tree that’s seen more springs than we ever will, is not crazy. Let things go - that’s part of Tao. Spring is a new beginning - whether we like it or not - and in our own lives, whether we like it or not - we must be able to begin again.

I shall shortly give the 2022 TS Eliot lecture on The Wasteland - his long poem published in 1922. I am doing this in London, in Southwark Cathedral, on April 7th. I have spent the winter reading the poem, and listening to it a couple of times of week - because that is a good way to get a long poem inside you. My reader of choice is Alec Guinness. Old-fashioned but perfect. You can hear it on You Tube. It takes time to get into - anything worthwhile takes time to get into. If you do listen to it, try it again a few days later. Don’t panic and don’t assume it’s difficult. Go with the flow. Let it happen to you.

The poem begins with the line April is the cruellest month.

April? Not November or February? No. Why’s that?

Spring is about beginning again, and beginning again can be so much harder than staying in the winter of your life

What do you need to do this spring? What needs to begin again? What ground needs to be prepared? What needs to be planted? What needs to be swept away, because it’s done? What new life is here?

What will be different, this time?

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Jeanette Winterson's words are so beautiful I had to include all of them.

From Substack.

#spring #energy #jeanette winterson #favourite #beginning #poem #cornucopia #spring equinox #taoist #let go

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sam-glade · 10 months

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Hi, happy WBW Sam! What are typical to-go snacks in your universe? Are they usually sweet or savoury? Maybe it is seen as lack of manners to eat in rush? What are favourite snacks of Gullin, Lissan and Ianim?

Hi Feather!

I'm catching up with all the questions slowly but surely...

You know, I've never specified that, beyond a picnic scene in the second book, and some field rations. Let's see.

crackers. Every universe needs crackers. In this case we're talking about various dry, crumbly biscuits, sweet or savoury, buttery or not. Whatever people prefer. The key point is long lasting.

I've always pictured strings of the little ring biscuits you find at stalls at fairs in Poland as being in setting, but I've no idea what to call them in English (obwarzanki odpustowe)😅 I'm open to suggestions.

hazelnuts and walnuts

all the dried fruits - especially apples and pears, but also currants and mulberries. Dried mulberries are so good.

Also fresh fruit - again apples. All the apples.

Fresh broad beans, when in season.

But at home, Lissan and Marta would opt for bread with cheese or lard or butter, maybe cookies.

As for the trio, Lissan likes apples - he comes from the area nicknamed the First Princedom's orchards, and it's the taste of home for him. Ianim has a sweet tooth, and his Grandfather encourages the cooks to bake him honey cookies - how he's still so skinny will always baffle me. Gullin definitely doesn't like sweet things, so he'd go for the crackers.

#sunblessed realm #ask and i shall answer #wbw

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anime-scarves · 9 months

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Today's cooking. Mapo tofu turned out much better than my last very sad attempt but it's still not quite the nuclear red that it often is. I did make the pork mince by hand which is a real chore, but I kinda get it. When it fried off in the beginning of the dish there was a very distinct meaty aroma. Now you might say well ya you cooked meat of course it smelled like meat. I'm not really sure how to explain it, but I finally understand what they mean by adding something for aroma or fragrance in Chinese cooking. Also not sure if I used the right chili broad bean paste? I have dobanjan and then a chili bean paste which is more or less the same thing? Idk. Tastes good.

For the bread I've been doing overnight bulk fermentation in the fridge and was having trouble with the proofing the next day. Proofed it in a barely warm oven and got a lot more volume out of it. I really don't know how to tell if something is over proofed, but we'll cross that bridge another day. The resulting bread was moist, a little springy, and most importantly not as dense as my previous bakes. It was quite delicious.

#text #cooking with scarves #i even did mis en place #im a good boy #really though for any cooking doing mis en place helps so much #ive found it especially useful for chinese cooking #since there are often a lot of small additions to the dish that need to be added in quick succession #also sprayed the bread with water #which always sounded weird to me #but it does add steam to the cooking vessel which helps with oven spring #look at me becoming a baker

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dadddybangtan · 1 year

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Suck Torture | 02

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Everything about that day felt unreal. And when I woke up the next morning, I was expecting to wake up in the bed I always wake up in. Alas, I woke up on a strange, stiff couch with my backpack as a pillow in a tiny living room to the smell of bacon sizzling on a stove nearby.

Despite the compactness, it was a nice apartment. It had clean white walls with a TV and gaming console. It was very unlike my room that had posters everywhere including the ceiling. I panned my gaze to the kitchen where a broad shouldered man stood with his back facing me. I assumed he was the one cooking the bacon.

I got up and groggily approached the stranger.

"Excuse me, can I use the bathroom?"

The man turned around, expression kind and inviting.

"Of course. You must be Beomgyu."

I nodded.

"I'm Yeonjun. The bathroom is the first door to the right," He said, "And be sure to knock, the lock doesn't work on that door."

"Thanks."

I go to the couch, pick up my backpack and head to the bathroom. I knock softly.

"Yah!" A male voice shouts.

Waiting patiently outside the bathroom door, Kai came out of the bedroom across from it.

"Oh morning, Beomgyu," He chirped, "I hope the couch wasn't too uncomfortable."

It was extremely uncomfortable, but I knew I couldn't say that. Instead I said, "It was fine, thank you."

Shortly after, the boy in the bathroom came out. He was tall, lanky and had a look of sleep lingering on his face.

He didn't say anything as he walked past Kai and I. He simply dragged his feet to the kitchen.

"That's Soobin. He's not a morning person so don't take that personally. He's probably still half-asleep honestly, I doubt he saw you."

I didn't blame him. I wasn't much to look at anyways.

"Come to breakfast when you're done getting ready?"

I nodded slightly before entering the bathroom. That was my first time seeing my bruised face in the mirror. I looked rugged and damaged. I barely recognized myself. Still I brushed my teeth and rinsed my face with cool water.

I ran my fingertips over the beaded bracelet I snagged from my bed yesterday. I didn't want to mourn the home I was forced to escape, but I did. More so, I was mourning my mother.

My hand lightly punched the light switch off before I left. I returned my backpack to the couch and joined the roommates at the table.

"We didn't have an extra chair so I pulled the bean bag from my room," Yeonjun said, "Don't worry, I'll sit in it."

"Yeonjun makes breakfast for us every Sunday morning. It's like a tradition."

"That's pretty cool," I said, timidly pulling out a chair and sitting.

"It's almost ready. I just need to cook the eggs and Taehyun needs to get here," Yeonjun cooed, "How do you like your eggs, Beomgyu?"

"Any way is fine." I wasn't in the position to make any requests.

"Scrambled it is." He declared.

The lock on the front door obnoxiously clicked as another person walked into the apartment. I assumed it was Taehyun. He had sharp facial features, fully dressed in a warm tracksuit.

"About time." Yeonjun sneered.

"Sorry, the workout this morning ran a little longer than usual." His voice was strong and confident.

"You're doing the dishes then."

"Whatever." He said jokingly.

He pulled up an empty seat next to me, on my good side (the side that wasn't bruised). "Hey."

"Hey."

"Kai said he picked you up on the side of the road," He said nonchalantly, "Like a lost puppy."

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I didn't like the sound of that. He made me sound like a hopeless charity case. Even if that's what I was, I didn't need to hear it.

"I didn't say it like that." Kai said.

"Sure," I said getting up from the table and getting my bag from the couch, "Found family my ass."

I stormed out of the door and down the hallway. I raced down the stairs knowing I didn't have a place to go. Once I reached the bottom of the stairs, my legs gave out on me and my head began to ache. The events of yesterday are preventing me from running away.

I collapsed on the bottom step and let tears fill my vision. Soon I heard footsteps echoing around me.

"Hey," I heard from behind me, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

"Y'know, I really don't care how the fuck you meant it," I snapped up, turning around and seeing Taehyun at the top of the staircase, "It's been hell for me and I'm not gonna be fucking dehumanized like that."

He slowly came down the steps.

"Would you give me a chance to explain?"

"Explain what? How you're all treating me like a pet from a rescue? Like you're all doing some heroic thing," I scoffed at my rant, "Fucking Yeonjun giving me a nice chair and asking how I like my eggs? I'm not fucking Annie."

"He was trying to be nice to you," He defended him, "Unlike whoever the hell you came from."

He gestured to my worser eye.

"Wow." I turned around and headed for the door, but I heard Taehyun following me out to the sidewalk.

I was expecting the morning sun to blind me but, the sun was covered by a light layer of clouds.

"Look, I didn't mean to call you a puppy or a charity case," He said, "I meant it as a compliment. Like it was cute."

"Cute," I turned to him, "What's cute about being compared to a helpless animal? That's even more dehumanizing."

"Can we just start over?"

I stared at him and his prominent features. His strong nose and jaw paired with his fit figure made him seem so intimidating. Something about the softness in his eyes made me believe that he didn't mean to offend me. But only a little bit.

"Okay..." He stuck his hands in his pockets, "Will you at least finish breakfast? Yeonjun made extra and leftover breaky is kinda gross."

"I don't need treats, okay? Or hand outs." I readjusted the backpack on my shoulder. Unfortunately, I put the strap on my fucked up shoulder.

My stomach pinched itself and triggered a small spasm in my abdomen. Then it croaked and vibrated in pain.

"Are you sure?" He glanced at my stomach.

"Yes." I lied before my stomach audibly disagreed with me.

"Okay then," He turned to the apartment building, "I'll leave the door unlocked in case you change your mind."

I just stood there in my loneliness. I looked around this suburban area. The buildings were short and compact and the road was narrow. Four lanes with cars racing in them. I didn't know anyone here and I didn't have anywhere to go. I looked behind me at the small apartment building door.

I begrudgingly pulled it open and hiked up the stairs again. As much as I wanted to stay mad, my need to eat free food was overcome by my desire to be petty. The trek up the stairs was an embarrassing one. My silent journey down the second floor hallway put my situation into a new perspective: I was truly on my own, but not yet lonely.

I eyed the door of their apartment, sighing in defeat. My stomach rumbled as the smell of the bacon and eggs seeped through the minuscule cracks in the door.

"Okay, okay." I whispered to myself before slowly opening the door.

"You came back!" Kai exclaimed.

"Yeah," I said sheepishly, "Sorry, I got short you guys."

"No, I'm sorry that I offended you."

"You can make your plate at the stove." Yeonjun said, words muffled by his food.

I dropped my bag at the door to remind myself that I'd be leaving at some point today. I quickly made a plate and sat down with them next to Taehyun.

"Welcome back." He slyly muttered into a fork full of eggs.

"Save it."

#kpop fanfiction #kpop angst #wattpad #boy x boy fanfiction #hyunjin x beomgyu #kpop au #vampire fanfiction #dadddybangtan #taegyu #taehyun x beomgyu

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