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justsomewildbeast · 9 months
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Ive been wandering on this shop for a minute and i found some really nice everyday stuff
Soap an sanitiser for them paws and claws, also suitable for humans 🪻🪴
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And for my fellows vegan vampires 🖤
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🍊Vegan body wash and soak set, i know ya'll are gonna love this one
There's also snacks
For my fellow dragons
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And last but not least,
For my fellows zombies
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If ya'll wanna check the shop for yourselves here is the link of the shop
Have a nice day/night ya'll 🤍
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holygeist · 8 months
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completely obsessed with this. partially inspired my slavic breakfasts. i’m planning a vampire dinner where everything i cook is going to be red.
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tooquirkytolose · 1 year
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Softly filtered dead wife in movie montage but of the sandwich I had one time and can't stop thinking about
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obsob · 7 months
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the accolade ( the...the cat-olade...)
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p1nkshield · 11 months
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I saw a post where everyone in the batfam had adopted the airhead Brucie Wayne cover except for Damian and of course Alfred. So I wanted to add to the pile. :)
All of them are sitting in a restaurant
Brucie: … wait this has a little label for vegetarian on it but it doesn’t have any meat in it. I think you forgot to label it vegan!
Waiter: … this has whipped cream, eggs and milk in it sir.
Dick: Wait whipped cream isn’t vegan?!?
Jason: No, I’m pretty sure it is.
Dick: well if it isn’t I messed up my vegan challenge week and nobody told me!
Tim: can’t we just pay someone to find out if whipped cream is vegan?
Brucie: Good idea! [Takes out $100 bill and hands it to the waiter] Is whipped cream vegan?
Waiter: uhh
Damian: PLEASE STOP! NONE OF YOU HAVE DIETARY RESTRICTIONS! WHY DID THIS BECOME A DEBATE?
Dick: that’s not true I’m a pescatarian now! I really miss eating fish but it’s worth it!
Damian with head in hands: that’s not what- ugh forget it!
The waiter now confirms to everyone that they come across that Damian Wayne is indeed the holder of the Wayne Family Braincell.
Tabloids dub this conversation the dessert debate. It becomes a trend to ask what Bruce thinks is vegan during interviews.
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avi-on-jumblr · 17 days
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today i learned that there is MATZAH THAT ISN'T KOSHER FOR PASSOVER??? WHY. WHY. IT HAD ONE JOB. I AM LOSING MY MIND. WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA.
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vegan-yums · 4 months
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25 Delicious Vegan Buddha Bowls!
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mer-se · 5 months
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vegan food is boring
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troythecatfish · 7 months
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b0tster · 7 months
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People are just incapable of leaving you the fuck alone huh
of course, im a successful trans woman whose kinda cringe and living a happy life. any perceived slip up must be used as ammunition to knock me down a peg to their own miserable level.
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famousblueraincoatmp3 · 6 months
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weird fucking animals in the sea tier list
big fin squid. what in the actual fuck is this?
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2. phronima. inspired the face hugger from alien
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3. big red jellyfish (thats its scientific name....)
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4. squid worm???????? wtf is this monstrosity against god? (i love it)
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5. frilled shark....just why?
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6. barrel eye fish. its cute i guess but it looks so sad like a renaissance painting:( hey little guy cheer up you have lots of fans x
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7. chained cat shark so cool but why tf is it in our ocean
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8. japanese spider crab (i love this freaking thing but even a fan like me has got to admit this looks like a dark souls boss you'll die to 500 times before looking up various elemental tactics on reddit and gamefaqs.
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9. bristle worms. they are sturdy to me ♥
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10. blobfish...shes not that weird to me the thing thats weird is that people apperently eat it??? but folks will eat anything i swear to god. leave it alone its just a weird guy!!!!!!!
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11. goblin shark. presented with no further explination. shark evolution is so fucked man
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12. sixgill shark. he's back and hes coming in hot. i love his goofy ass
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13. whatever in gods green earths name this is (black swallower, shes soooo real)
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14. is it a tier ranking without me bringing up 12 squids? i dont think so. this here's a vampire squid, miss, a fine specimen for sure
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15. gulper eel. ???
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a-dauntless-daffodil · 2 months
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So in love with the "Canival Town Vaggie" AU, but that lead to a thought. In Alastor's first song he puts Vaggie in a certain outfit that people have noticed shows up later. This time, Vaggie would recognize "You dressed me up as Susan!?"
what with Alastor kinda being Vaggie's live-in Susan, she might take it as a compli-
WAIT
WHAT IF SUSAN WAS LIKE VAGGIE'S GRUMPY BITCH CANIBAL GRANDMA?? WHAT IF THE ONLY PERSON SUSAN DIDN'T HECKLE WAS VAGGIE????
like- like vaggie, in the hotel in canon SHE'S the one getting pissed and frustrated and and and the one being realistic (pessimistic???) about stuff, STRICT, judgmental (to anyone not charlie) like imagine her meeting Susan like "Wow. mean granny says it like it is" and Susan latching onto her "I'VE ONLY HAD THIS SNARKY JADED GRANDDAUGHTER FOR /FIVE MINUTES/, AND IF ANYONE LOOKS AT HER WEIRD, IM EATING THEM AND THEN EVRYONE ELSE IN CANNIBAL TOWN"
can you imagine mom/aunt Rosie struggling valiantly to be supportive and have Vaggie's evil granny over for tea steeped in the skull of earl Grey, CAN YOU IMAGINE CHARLIE TRYING SO HARD TO BE NICE TO HER GIRLFRIEND'S GRANGRAN BUT ONLY EARNING SUSAN'S RESPECT WHEN SHE CRACKS AND CALLS HER A BITCH
(and Vaggie grinning and CHEERING HER for it???)AND THEN SUSAN IS GIRNNING TOO, LEANING OVER TO HER GRANDAUGHTER AND GROWLING
"oh i see why you like her now~" - "that's not why, granny chops, but yeah. she's great"
WHILE CHARLIE SITs THERE, TRYING NOT TO REACH OVER AND THROTTLE THIS OLD LADY THAT HER GF CLEARLY LOVES
even in hell no one can figure out how this (healthy?) (happily fucked up??) granddaughter / grandmother relationship works!!!! they just know they'll find Vaggie and Susan standing in a corner of the party, smirking / grinning with too many teeth together as they trade sick burns about everyone else there! (especially Alastor) (and excepting Charlie once Susan decides she might almost be worthy of dating her sad emotionally burnt dropout angel vegetation grandchild)
the non-cannibal vegetation diet thing is ONLY part of Vaggie that Susan ever picks on, and it's only because she's WORRIED Vaggie will fall off the flesh is she doesn't eat human three times daily in the special way Granny kills it~
original au credit to @sunsetcougar
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chemblrish · 3 months
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8 February 2024
This exam session is officially over for me!!
I had my last exam today and haven't received the results yet, but if anyone manages to fail this one, I'll be genuinely surprised. Semester 3 is behind me now which also means I'm exactly halfway through this degree!! Wow. How weird. Time really does fly.
I'm only taking two classes in the next semester - pchem lab and organic chem - so hopefully it won't be as hard as this one, but also there's a chance I'll start doing some work for my thesis, so it shouldn't be boring either. I have to see my supervisor soon and find out what he's prepared for me :)))
But for now - rest. Eleven days to do nothing but sleep and maybe read and watch something fun. Finally :')
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cannedchelsea · 4 months
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sparks
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zer0point5ive · 8 months
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do you think the stray cats ever wondered what happened to adam :(
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hedwig221b · 4 months
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[narrator's voice] Derek is not human, despite what Stiles thinks. Derek also knows something that Stiles doesn't - that Stiles is pregnant
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Cold blood slithered down his forearms to his elbows and dripped on the floor. His hands were slick with it, oily with all the fat that saturated the flesh.
His sharpened teeth dug into the meat and tore chunks of it out. He swallowed it almost without chewing, so hungry he was. The sounds felt too loud in the silence of the night, the whirring of the fridge the only accompaniment to his long-awaited feast.
It didn’t matter that he was used to the hot flesh. No, this was good, too, even with the faint notes of grass throughout—
“Stiles?”
Stiles froze.
Suddenly, he saw everything — the opened fridge, the dim light from inside; he felt the cold kitchen tiles under his bare feet, the chill that stuck to his skin. Something cold and soft and slick in his hands.
Stiles let it go.
The half-eaten steak smacked onto the floor right between his feet.
No. No, no, no.
Stiles didn’t want to turn, deathly afraid of what might happen after. He just stood there, staring at the meat, waiting for Derek to shout, to yell, to call him insane and kick him out—
Strong hands grabbed him by the shoulders and turned his body away from the fridge. Familiar hands cupped his undoubtedly pale and bloody face and turned up.
Derek’s wide eyes were full to the brim with concern.
He will leave, he will leave, he will leave.
“Baby, listen to me, it’s okay.”
Stiles opened his mouth to talk, but the taste chose this exact moment to remind him about what he had just done. Everything tasted like meat, like blood.
Whatever expression he had on his face made Derek frown even harder. The man shook him a little.
“Focus on me, Stiles. It’s okay. It’s fine. I’m here. It was probably a dream, that’s all.”
That was no dream.
Stiles didn’t remember waking up or walking to the kitchen. If Derek didn’t snap him out of it, he could’ve… could’ve…
“Come here, sweetheart.” Gently, oh so gently, Derek took his wrists and led him to the sink. He washed Stiles’ hands himself, holding them as if they were more fragile and thinner than crystal.
Stiles watched his hands move and barely had any feeling in his own. He was only vaguely aware of the wall of heat that was Derek’s body in front of him, of his muscles flexing under his movements, of the edge of his clenched jaw.
What had he done?
“That’s it,” said Derek, turning off the water. He dried his hands, then led him to the bar stool, helping him up. “Come on, arms up.”
Stiles lifted his arms as if in a trance. He didn’t understand why Derek asked him that at first, but then felt the cold seep into his skin as the man took off his shirt.
Oh. Right. It was probably covered in blood, too.
Derek’s shadow disappeared then returned a couple of seconds later. Something warm and wet touched his face — his own t-shirt, Stiles realized. Derek was cleaning his face. From chunks of meat, fat, and blood.
Stiles lifted his eyes.
Derek met his gaze for a fraction of a second, then returned to cleaning.
“Derek.”
“Shh.”
Stiles shut up. His eyes stung, and his whole body was breaking out in shivers.
Derek noticed, of course, always weirdly attuned to Stiles’ body. Putting the t-shirt aside, he hopped over into the living room and came back with a blanket in his hands, which he then promptly put around Stiles.
God, he probably thought Stiles was such a fucking freak. Derek was probably in shock himself.
“On a scale of one to ten,” said Stiles in a shaking voice, “how much do you want me to leave and never come back?”
He was probably going to be told to pack his things in three, two—
Stiles didn’t expect Derek to step between his spread legs and sweep him into a tight hug.
Fuck, he didn’t need to add tears to the horror scene, not now.
“Never joke about it,” said Derek into his ear, grabbing his waist harder. “Never.”
“But—”
“I swear to god, if I have to lock you inside, I would.”
Stiles wanted to curl into himself from the heaviness of his voice. He dug his fingers into Derek’s shoulders and sagged against him with his chin against the man’s shoulder.
“So we’re going to, like, pretend nothing happened? Is that what you mean?” he asked.
“No. No, of course, not. Look at yourself, you’re trembling like a leaf.” Derek rubbed his back as if it would help. As if anything would help. “I told you, it’s okay. You’ve just had a very intense dream and sleepwalked.”
Oh, Derek. Stiles was honestly flattered and a little bit horrified by the lengths Derek was willing to go to delude himself into thinking Stiles was normal.
Fuck, Derek was such a naive human. Stiles couldn’t let him think that. It was simply dangerous.
“Derek, sleepwalking or not, you cannot tell me it wasn’t freaky.”
“It’s not.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake—”
“And it’s my fault anyway.”
“How the fuck was that—”
“How are you feeling?” Not listening to a word he said, Derek put his palm against Stiles’ stomach, rubbing the skin with his thumb. “Nausea? Pain?”
“N-no?”
“Do you still want to eat?”
Now Stiles really looked at him. What was he supposed to say? Wasn’t that kind of a strange question? Stiles was, like, fifty percent sure that when humans got food poisoning they were put on a diet of chicken broth and crackers. Did Derek think he had just got poisoned?
What was he supposed to say?
“Uhh,” Stiles blinked at him. Well, maybe if he went for the truth… Derek was human after all, he had to know what to do. “Kind of?”
“Okay, that is fine.” Derek nodded at him as if talking to an idiot. “Sit here, baby, okay? Just relax. I’m going to cook something for you.”
After pressing a light apologetic kiss on Stiles’ forehead, Derek left him sitting alone. Stiles watched in confusion (mixed with something shaking, warm, and aching) as he marched to the fridge, took something out, then plopped the pan right on the stove.
He always loved watching Derek cook. He did it with a strange grace, his movements quick but precise. The muscles on his back and shoulders played delicately in the low warm light; his grey pants rode low on his hips. Derek was cooking for him.
For him.
Stiles crossed his arms on the table and laid his forehead on his hands.
Breathing, listening. Trying not to fall apart completely.
He didn’t deserve this man. Never did and never will.
Something hissed and sizzled. Fat or oil bubbled on the hot surface, sputtering droplets everywhere. Soon, the kitchen filled with a delicious smell of…
Grilled meat?
Stiles looked up.
Derek stood by the stove, leaning with one hand on the counter, and holding the steak with tongs in another. He remained silent as he cooked, turning the meat and pressing it on all sides. Shoved it in the oven, then stared with a blank faraway gaze at the stove as it cooked. Took it out after a few minutes, back into the pan, basting it with butter, garlic, and some herbs.
Not a single word, until…
“Here.”
…a plate with a perfectly grilled juicy rare steak was put in front of him.
Stiles stared at the bronzed buttered surface of the meat, then swallowed the spit that instantly filled his mouth.
He licked his lips, cleared his throat, then turned a hesitant gaze up at Derek, who was watching him like a hawk.
“I can eat it?”
Derek’s eyes drilled into his.
“I cooked it for you.”
Stiles wiggled in his seat. “Yeah, no, I meant…” he had to keep his act as a human so Derek would have to bear stupid questions. “Can I eat it so soon after?..”
Derek was… yep, still staring. “Kitten,” he started with a strange smile on his lips that didn’t match his wild gaze, “you bet your pretty ass you can eat anything I put in front of you. I’ll always give you the best. That steak you ate? “Premium” doesn’t begin to cover it. I’m also quite sure that your stomach can handle it. You’re human, yes, but you’re still a predator.”
Stiles’ whole body went still as a statue.
Does he kn—
No. No, stupid, how would he fucking know? If Derek knew what kind of predator Stiles really was, he would run away instead of trying to soothe him with a treat.
“I know what you need, Stiles,” Derek added, a touch softer than before. “Eat.”
Derek had no idea what Stiles needed. However, this time, he guessed right.
Stiles licked his lips discreetly, pushed the plate towards himself, and began eating.
He ate the whole thing under Derek’s heavy stare. When Stiles offered him the bite, he only stretched his lips in this secretive smile of his, this time full of… pride? Satisfaction? Pleasure? Whatever it was, Derek refused.
If only Stiles allowed himself to dream, it would be of this. Of Derek accepting him for who he was. A predator.
Yet, usually, the human-eating predators didn’t have the same respect as others. And no matter how much it was romanticized, Stiles did not want to die from his lover’s hand.
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