#wanna eat all the blackberries

[moonstruckme]

hey! could i request a james potter x reader fic pls?? i have been thinking about him specifically non stop and now i just wanna be domestic and cute with him-

Me too lovely :')

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 661 words

You’ve told James that you’re painting your toenails on the kitchen counter because it has good light, but he knows it’s really because you want to be near him. He’ll have to clean the counter again after you go, but he’s not complaining. He wants you near him too. 

And anyway, the kitchen does have good light. It streams in through the window to tangle in your hair and glance off your skin, illuminating the concentrated set to your mouth as you bend over your foot on the counter. 

James kisses it lightly, and one corner of your lips quirks up like you’re trying to stop it but can’t quite manage. You taste sweet and a bit tart. 

“Don’t mess me up,” you warn. “This is my last coat, it’s do or die.” 

“Stop eating my blackberries,” he counters, “and we’ll see. No promises.” 

You finish with your nails, setting the brush back in the polish and nabbing another blackberry from his bowl. James gasps, betrayed though not surprised. He pinches your side.

You laugh, leaning away from him fruitlessly. “Stop, I’m going to knock polish onto the rug!”

“You could at least vary your snacking,” James says. “My fruit salad is going to have hundreds of pieces of melon and two blackberries if you keep on like this.” 

“I just like blackberries best.” 

“So does Remus,” he chides with no real severity. “And when he gets here later today and they’re all gone, who do you think will be blamed?”

You bat your eyelashes at him, smiling angelically. “He doesn’t need to know there were going to be blackberries in here to begin with, does he?” you ask. The hope in your voice sparkles like sunshine off the ocean. 

James caves instantly at that tone, but he pretends to take at least a second to mull it over before capitulating. “Fair enough. Have at them, lovie. Leave no trace.” 

You descend like a hawk upon your prey, clawing through the bowl of fruit and popping blackberry after blackberry into your mouth. 

“I’m thinking of going to the store in a bit,” you say. 

James grins down at his cutting board, slicing the skin off a wedge of cantaloupe. “To replenish Remus’ blackberry supply?” he asks. He knows you’re too tenderhearted to truly rob his friend of something he enjoys; you’d be racked with guilt for the rest of the night. 

“To get lemons for lemonade.” You touch your big toe delicately, testing the dryness of your polish. “And if I stumble upon blackberries that look good while I’m there…” You shrug, turning away from him like you think you can hide your smile. As if he can’t hear it in your voice. “Then maybe I’ll grab some. To keep the peace.” 

James reaches over and grips your foot, channeling as much love as he can fit into a good squeeze. You gasp and nearly shriek when his thumb digs into a ticklish spot on your arch, grabbing onto his shoulder to keep from tipping off the counter. He sets a hand on your side to help, and he can feel your ribs shaking as you laugh. 

“Sorry, sorry,” James laughs. “I forgot about that spot.” He didn’t. “Wait for me to finish and we’ll go together, yeah?” 

Your nose scrunches with your smile. “Why, you wanna keep an eye on the blackberries?” 

“I was thinking we’d just get extra,” he proposes. 

You hum contentedly, and he takes the invitation to get further into your space, his hip bumping against your leg. “That’s very chivalrous of you,” you reply, your teasing softened by fondness. 

“Well, I do try. Pretty girls need to be kept happy, yeah?” 

You laugh again, grabbing James’ face in both hands. He knows when you let go, there’ll be sticky purple fingerprints on both of his cheeks. He doesn’t mind. 

“Flirt,” you accuse. 

James pushes forward until his nose is pressed up against yours. “Only for you.” 

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[stardewstardropthoughts]

What the bachelorettes got you for Valentine’s Day

Abigail

She’s thought about it loads but she’s always torn on what to get you

Settles on getting you some flowers, chocolate and a new bag since yours is pretty old and you didn’t wanna replace it just yet

You get her a new sword, some cool crystals you found in the mines, and a homemade blackberry cobbler

She’s thrilled, she wants to spare immediately

Emily

She isn’t sure what to get you, she’s put a lot of thought into this and even asked her sister what she thinks would be good

She makes you a new sweater in your favorite colors, she also makes you a quilt, she buys you a coffee on her way over to the farm

She’s very nervous you won’t like her handmade gifts but you love them! How could you not? She made them for you after all

You got her some good quality cloth and dyes, some of her favorite crystals and some wool

She’s thrilled with the thought you put into picking her favorite things, she just loves you

Maru

Has never had a partner before, is embarrassed to ask for anyone’s opinion about what she should get you

She gets you some practical things to help make your life easier, a few sprinklers, a cool scarecrow to keep the birds away, she does also bring flowers

You get her a diamond, some iridium bars and a few battery packs for her inventions

She feels bad you went into the mines for you but you assure her you don’t mind and would do it again

This does not calm her anxiety but she appreciates the sentiment

Penny

She has no money, teachers are notoriously broke man

She hand makes you a card, she cooks you dinner and she brings over a few movies so you can have a little date night

She’s beyond embarrassed but you assure her you don’t need any fancy gifts and that just her presence and this delicious (not really but you love her you’ll choke it down) home cooked meal are more then enough!

You get her some simple things, a new coat, some flowers you thought she’d like and a new notebook

Leah

She was anxious about making you something since her last partner didn’t appreciate her art very much

She made you a cute little bear carving, a carving of a rose that took her months to do, and an actual teddy bear as well

You love all the gifts and assure her that you’d love literally anything she would ever make you because she made it for you with love

You made her a batch of poppy seed muffins, a bottle of delicious peach wine and a necklace that has a little knife charm on it

She never takes the necklace off

Haley

She loves Valentine’s Day, not for the gifts she just loves any excuse to have a date with you

She makes you a pink cake, she puts together a photo album of you and her together, she brings flowers

You get her flowers, a necklace with a beautiful pearl on a delicate silver chain, and a new camera

You guys cuddle up on the couch under cozy blankets and watch movies while eating cake

She’s tucked into your side head on your shoulders

#stardew fanfic #stardew valley #stardew x reader #stardew farmer #stardew headcanon #stardew marriage #stardew abigail #stardew haley #stardew penny #stardew emily #stardew leah #stardew maru #stardew bachelorettes #valentines day #valentines

[definitelynotshouting]

I got the blackberries!! I like them :3 I also impulsively bought some blckberry jam despite not being a toast person so now im thinking about making donuts to fill them with it.. hmm 🤔

How have u been? :D

-☀️

Hello sun anon!!!! :D omg you got the blackberries, IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE THEM!!!!!! :DDDD and blackberry jam is fr one of the BEST things imo, you can use it on sandwiches, or donuts which is SUCH a good idea omg????? It makes for amazing filling. I tend to eat it on crackers with a nutty-flavoured cheese, so thats an option too!!! Its also very delicious in desserts-- people up here make blackberry cheesecake ALL the time its like a staple recipe SKDNWKDNWDNSN so you could do smth like that!!!!! Or petits fours (and this is the part where i display my rabid love for french food akdhakfhekdjwjdj) which are DELICIOUS. Either way the possibilities are endless >:]

Im doing well!!! My partner is currently visiting home so its just me and our roommates, and we just came out the other side of an ice storm that knocked our internet out for a full 24 hrs 😭😭😭😭😭 (we kept power, although it did flicker a bit). luckily tho ive got unlimited data on my phone and im extremely mobile-pilled, so this changed basically.... nothing for me PFFFTTTTT

Ive been very excitedly running the HOTGUY COMICS Zine, which has been an absolute treat, and now im also working on a fun group project with some other chronic zine mods that i cant wait to get started on!!!! And then ofc, the hunger au pre-canon oneshot-- im halfway finished with edits, and its already at 2k fjsnfjdnfjdn. Since im still working on the next chapter proper, i wanted to give yall something to chew on in the meantime!!! (And also ive been wanting to write hunger au oneshots since i first started taking the project more seriously, so this is just one fic in a series of snapshots i cant wait to make!!!!)

Im hoping to work more on that today :] cant make any promises, but i was REALLY happy with how everything turned out last night, so i wanna keep that momentum going if i can

Thanks for asking, sun anon!!!! I hope you're doing well :D how was your flight back home, did it go okay???? And again im so excited for you about the blackberries!!!

#shouting speaks #asks #<333333 #tbh ive wanted to make hunger au a series with the main fic plus additional oneshots since chapter 3 fjsbfkdjdkdk #stuff thats both before main fic and also after as well #GODS THE FACT THAT S10 IS STARTING AT SOME POINT SOON HELPS SOOOOOOOO MUCH ON THAT FRONT #I'LL HAVE SHIT I CAN USE AS SCAFFOLDING FOR THE ONESHOTS I HAVE IN MIND #sun anon its always so good to hear from you!!!! one of my fave anons fr ilysm<3 #txt

[ohtobeatinygirl]

7/19/23

TW: NUMBERS

I ate 79 calories today. Got sent home from work today because I couldn't stop crying, and they made me feel bad about it <3 Anyways. Went to the grocery store on a hunt for good safe foods, and I honestly found quite a few!!

these are BEYOND scrumptious (I ate like two of the lil seaweeds) and the WHOLE THING IS 50 CALORIES. I'm going to buy them out of stock. I am obsessed. (ignore the random crumb in the background I genuinely do not know what that is)

I also got some chicken broth because I am a broth enthusiast. I got some tomato basil soup stuff and it is scrumptious.

It's 90 cals for 1 cup! I had less than a cup for dinner. Don't remember how much but I weighed it out on my scale. Delish.

Got some blackberries, raspberries, apples, blueberries, and bananas. Fruit is always a safe food for me. Except bananas. I can only eat like one of those a day, otherwise I freak.

I got some tuna because idc what you say, tuna is delish. I put like half a tbsp of mayo with it and it makes it creamy and scrumptious, and the packets are only 70 cal. If I haven't eaten much that day, I may even reward myself with some Ritz crackers with it. Scrum.

I'm also trying out these wraps tomorrow. They look pretty good. They're 50 cal a piece!

Excited to try those!

I also got some strawberry halo top because if I'm going to eat any ice cream, it's going to be the lowest cal one lmao. It's like 270 cal for the pint I think. I'ma try not to eat it all at once. pray for me.

I was going to get grapes but every single bag looked nasty.

I got lemon juice for my water!

I got some salad mix and a few dressings.

Raspberry dressing is 30cal for 2tbsp.

Italian dressing is 60 cal for 2tbsp (I only got this bc it was buy 2 get one and I wanted to try it. I don't know if I'll like it.)

Ranch is 30 cal for 2tbsp.

I got a huge ass yoplait yogurt and I'll mix that with some berries and shit for when I'm craving something sweet.

I also got a plant. I am a plant hoarder. I named her Liz. :)

Anyway, that's pretty much it. Thank you for joining me on this grocery haul. That was oddly fun to make. Makes me wanna go grocery shopping again lol. I spent like $80 on random shit but it's whatever.

Edit: forgot to say I only got like 2,254 steps in because I've been a lazy shit, but I fasted yesterday and I will cut myself some slack, I am struggling mentally lol. Also the day is not yet over, I just wanted to share my grocery haul. I'll update again later tonight if it goes up much. My roommate is about to go to her boyfriends so I might just use her time away to pace the apartment and get some steps in.

Edit 2: ok got a little snackish and am now eating about 171 cal worth of harvest snaps. They're so good and they fill me up so I'm allowing it. Bringing my grand total today to 250 cal!

#@na trigger #ed bllog #ed not ed sheeran #ed not sheeren #tw ana trigger #tw disordered eating #tw restrictive ed #ed vent #anablr

[where-dreamers-go]

Reading and rambling: The Fork, the Witch, and the Worm

(Tales from Alagaësia VOLUME 1: ERAGON)

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PART ONE: THE FORK

I. Mount Arngor

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Ahem.

*looks at tiny, cute, little, colored map of the EASTERN REACHES*

That looks like it would have taken me the days to color. *imagining the ache of non-stop coloring the same spot over and over and over)

Anyway, what's with the random mountain? They don't get earthquakes do they?

*flipping pages*

Angela! Angela!

... Hmm 2018 copyright. Took me long enough.

*sees drawing of a fork*

Oh! The Little Mermaid! Cool.

What's with the hanging ornament with the page numbers? Should I know these symbols??

The day had not gone well.

I'm sorry. .. Blackberry mead... Like wine or expensive juice?

...picking berries in Palancar Valley.

Awh. Farm boy.

A pang of homesickness struck him.

Now?

...the Academy...

Academy? Oh okay. Not sure I even thought of him giving it a name. Then again he gives names to a number of things. Right?

He sighed, finding the sight depressing.

Do you need help? I can do that. Is it a lot for you? Or a lot in general? Are you exaggerating "mounds"?

It stood alone in the green expanse...

Oh, gosh of I were a place to have dragons... Where would I be? Hmmm. Maybe the big random mountain. A good stronghold though.

Two weeks of sailing to get there??? No. A close environment with the elves and Eragon? No. Can't do it.

How many names can this mountain have? Au least the dwarves know their history. Also, what the crap, elves? You know the mountain's name, but not where or why it has the name??? What? Like that's all you remember from class or something? Not important enough as your obsession with dragons and controlling nature that you claim to respect?

Dealing with them had proven far more frustrating than Eragon anticipated...

FINALLY! Eragon is with all the races in one place. Not just one. At least the dwarves gave him access to history and a MAP back in the day. But now... Oh oooooh. Do you know how happy I am, years later after reflection, that he's able to compare and contrast people? Also in a completely different situation.

Okay, so Eragon is eating. But it's never enough with all the energy he's using to help build??!?!!

I need to introduce him to carbs and stuff. Something.

Good, good. He doesn't want to experience anything like what happened fighting the Empire. Yeah, exciting, Eragon, but... Maybe you need a small hobby to entertain you.

"Barzûl," Eragon muttered.

Oh! That's a curse word. I know that. Right? Wait... Ha! Yeah.

A quill. Good to know.

Awwwwhhh he sleeps under one of Saphira's wings. Where else would he sleep? A rock?

Oh my goodness. Eragon and Saphira, let me do the paperwork. Just pay me in telling me what words you use to get the hair off your face.

A dragon destroyed his homework. That's messed up. I'd be upset about just that. Why don't you just burn it? Huh?

I wanna help decorate the halls!!! The echoes must be creepy in a place that large.

...and then the elves had refined the details.

Dude! The dwarves know very well how to build! When was the last time elves build anything out of stone? You didn't like Eragon's plan enough?? Just want the last say?

Darn, Eragon, get an assistant. Please.

I'll do it, but I require indoor plumbing and a cool cloak.

Oh. Eragon wants to problem solve. He wants to feel productive. Same.

Okay. I need to look up what an 'eyrie' is exactly.

Yeah, those Eldunarí need years of therapy. Poor things.

They can feel the light on their facets? For real or...?

Oh, the elves did windows. Cool. Cool.

*reads about Eragon talking with dragons*

See? I was right. Eragon needs something to do to distract himself.

Wow. That's a lot of information. I'm glad to see Eragon in a different setting, not war. But it's very new for him having so much pressure for the present to make sure the future is safer.

He's working smarter, but also a lot harder.

Woo!

#the fork the witch and the worm #Eragon #where dreamers go #tftwatw #reading and rambling

[feverinfeveroutfic]

hanukkah 2023

Fic or Art/Graphic Title: alone in the dark, chapter two: “Sea of Souls” Author/Artist Name: josiebelladonna Fandom: Testament (Band) Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Alex Skolnick (and how) Bingo Squares Being Filled: k5 (light in the dark), a2 (menorah), u1 (latkes), u2 (sufganiyot), h3 (gelt) Rating: Mature Warning(s): Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Link to Work: x @aimmyarrowshigh

Christine was one of those teenagers who not only drank coffee but drank coffee at night as well. There was something about her that intrigued me, undoubtedly more so than the blonde stewardess on the flight. I never snatched her name whereas I was right next to Christine as she indulged in some coffee and a big slice of blackberry pie with a dollop of whipped cream on top, as well as a small dish of chorizo. Every so often she flashed a glimpse over at my plate of pastrami on rye and French fries.

“You sure you don’t want anything else?” I asked her as I offered her two of my fries.

“Diabetes runs in the family,” she told me as she poured a little bit of cream into the coffee mug. “So I’m told, anyway. I’m also not really hungry, either.”

“It certainly does,” Wendy assured her as she sipped on her iced water. “Dad finally rid of it, as did your other grandfather, but uncle George still has it, though. Plus, I’ve struggle with wavering blood sugar pretty much all my life.”

“Why aren’t you taking insulin?” I asked her, slightly puzzled.

“It’s not exactly there yet,” she explained. “It’s a little complicated to explain.” I stopped for a second with my eyebrows knitted a bit. Where Christine struck me as a lot more honest, Wendy seemed to be hiding something from me: it also helped that I never saw a wedding ring on her finger, either. I then cleared my throat and turned my attention over to Christine and the bite of pie on her fork.

“So, is your dad out here with you?”

“He’s… back home right now,” she quipped, and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Wendy leaning away from us.

“And where would home be?” I asked her again, that time in a smaller, lower voice.

“New York, believe it or not,” Christine replied, and Wendy cleared her throat and stood up. She walked on over to the other side of the room where the bathrooms were, and I couldn’t help but notice the disgruntled look on her face as she walked away from there. I returned to Christine.

“What’s wrong?” I stammered out, and I had the weirdest little pit in my stomach upon asking that.

“My parents have been going to couples’ counseling lately,” Christine explained in a low voice. “They’ve been fighting a lot in the last year or so and it was starting to do a number on me this past summer in particular.”

“Really?” I gaped at her, and she nodded her head at me with a grim look on her face.

“Oh, god, I’m so sorry—that was all so awkward,” I confessed to her with a shake of my head.

“No, no, it’s okay,” she assured me.

“No, it’s not. I stepped on some toes when I had no right to do so. I feel bad now.”

“You didn’t know, though,” she pointed out. “It’s okay, Alex, I promise.”

My heart sank at that, though, but I also showed her a smile at the sound of her saying my name, however. She returned to her slice of pie, which she slowly dug at despite it being of a good size and filled with lush berries and fresh cream atop.

“How’s that pie?” I asked her.

“It’s so good, do you want a bite?”

I cracked her a smile.

“I offer you a couple of my fries but you refuse them, and now you wanna offer me some of your pie?” I asked her in a single breath, to which she giggled at me.

“Offer you some of my pie, is that what you asked me?” she teased me.

“What else would I ask of you?” I teased her back, to which she giggled at that.

“You know, I once tried to get myself to eat a whole pie before,” she recalled to me.

“Wow, may I ask why?” I asked her.

“I was hungry,” she said with a straight face. “My skinny ass gets hungry every now and again. I got a little chubby when I was about fifteen and then I lost all that weight and then some.”

“You know, when I was a teen, I was the same way. Exact same way. It is starting to catch up with me, though, it feels like.” I rested a hand on my belly, but she rolled her eyes at that.

“What?” I asked her as I picked up a half of my sandwich.

“Pfff, if you’re fat, then I’m fat, too,” she quipped.

“If you and I were fat, it’d be kind of special if you think about it,” I pointed out to her, and I lowered my voice so no one would hear us. There wasn’t a lot of people in that restaurant and thus, I had my concerns about some of the people at the counter across the room eavesdropping on us. I took a bite and then returned my attention to her as she held the tines of her fork up to her lips.

“Did your girlfriend ever tell you that you have like the sexiest voice,” she quipped to me.

“I don’t think she did,” I confessed to her once I swallowed it down, and I couldn’t help but smile at that as well.

“If she did, I feel like you would know.”

“If she did, I admittedly don’t remember because what’s past is prologue.”

“Oh, come on,” she scoffed with a roll of her eyes. “You’ve never done a little… inventory of this side of your life before?”

“Which side?” I asked her as I took another bite.

“You know. The side of you that wants a little fun.”

“As a matter of fact, I have,” I assured her once I swallowed it down. “There’s not much, though. The Jewish community is a lot more open and welcoming than you realize. I just never really had much to talk about with myself, though.”

“Really? A hot boy like yourself?” She seemed genuinely surprised by that.

“Yeah. It’s not that surprising to me, though. I just… never really saw myself as all that desirable and I never met anyone who gave me those feelings, either.”

“Wow.” Christine returned to her slice of pie for a moment before she spoke up again. “You know, if it’s any comfort, I feel the same way, too. I never saw myself as attractive enough, nor have I met anyone who made me feel that way.”

“Is that why your ex is your ex?” I asked her.

“No, it’s… not like that. I’ve just always seen my sexuality as the dumbest, stupidest, shittiest, absolute worst thing about me.” She sighed through her nose at that, and I held back a bit for a better look at the side of her head and the bright red locks that dangled over her ear and the side of her face.

“Oh, damn. I thought I had it bad.”

“It feels good to get that off my chest, though,” she declared with a shake of her head. “My parents are going through counseling right now but that doesn’t mean I have space to talk for myself, though. I always hear shit about how women are sexy when they’re confident and it always leaves me with the worst feeling instead. I know for a fact that I don’t have it, and I know that once I turn eighteen, I still won’t have it.”

“It’s like… no matter what you do, you feel like it won’t matter in the end,” I followed along.

“Pretty much, yeah.” She sighed again, and then she took another bite. “My mom always says that I’m hard to control. I’m actually not that hard to control.”

“Do you have any siblings?” I asked her as I took another bite of sandwich.

“Nope, just an only child. I’ve often suggested that my parents adopted me when I was a baby, and though they always think I’m joking, I’m being completely honest. I’ve always felt like such an odd appendage to the family, like… there’s a reason why I like hanging out with my maternal grandparents when it comes to getting together with family. They’re like the only ones who seem to get me…” Her voice trailed off as Wendy returned to the table with a stern look upon her face.

“Hey, I’m sorry about that earlier,” I told her with an extension of my free hand across the table towards her. “I really didn’t know what was happening here, and it’s bad enough I feel like I’m imposing on you two girls.”

“It’s okay,” she assured me with a shake of her head as well. “Really. You were going to find out about it at some point, just like how dear Chris here was going to find out about things like curse words and what have you. And I promise you aren’t imposing, either!”

“Yeah, we’re happy to have you here with us,” Christine added. “The other alternative is watching you walk the streets with all the snow outside and with nothing to eat.”

I showed her a smile, and I took another bite of sandwich. I leaned back in the seat all the while: the pastrami was perfect with the right amount of salt and pepper, and the mustard was light enough that I could taste everything. I did have my worries that these two women next to me had no brisket on hand, or that the grandparents even had a brisket upon their return from Carson City.

Though the power had gone out back all over town and back at that house, I was glad to be there with them. But how I wished to be home with my parents, though.

The fries had the right amount of crunch, and I knew I could go to bed that night feeling safe and alright. 

I offered to pitch in for the bill as well as a tip for the waitress but Wendy promised me that she could handle it.

“A guy like you will never impose when he is as sweet as you,” she assured me with a little wink.

I took one final sip of my coffee before we left the restaurant, and the snow collected together into even bigger flakes outside, and the wind picked up as well. I closed my coat and bowed my head as we trudged on back to the car with the snow pummeled down onto our faces like gravel. I squinted my eyes shut just before I reached the front end of the car itself, but it was enough for me to see the rim of the window and the door itself. I tugged the door open and bowed into the safety of the front seat; Wendy followed suit into the driver’s seat, followed by Christine into the back seat behind us.

“Wow-ee,” Wendy breathed out.

“Goodness,” I added as I strapped myself in. “Let’s go to where it’s—hopefully, anyway—warm.”

“We’ll figure out how to be warm in all of this,” she vowed as she turned the key in the ignition. The car shuddered and shook but roared to life, and we backed out of the spot, albeit with a bit of difficulty given the sheer amount of snow that pelted us and the parking lot behind us. We made it out of the spot and onto the street, however, and all the while, I kept my hands tucked into my coat pockets, and that time, I could feel the warmth that radiated off my belly. At least I had eaten something, and I crawl into a bed with a blanket and a warm feeling within me. At least I had a place to go, even without electricity.

The windshield wipers moved at a furious pace to keep up with the torrential snow and the harsh winds before us: though I was warm inside, the sheer sight of the snow beyond the car was enough to send a series of shivers up my spine. I needed to be in shelter, under a roof with a bunch of blankets at the helm.

It almost felt as though the background morphed away into the snow, and everything became monotone as it enshrouded itself in darkness. At one point, Wendy leaned forward and wiped the palm of her hand against the windshield.

“Quit breathing so hard, you two,” she teased us, and Christine giggled at that. The snow pelted against the hood of the car, and through the headlights, I could see the formation of the drifts on the pavement in front of us. The street turned white right before our eyes, such that I closed my eyes and I thought of my parents.

The only thought that ran through my mind right then was, I'm going to die here. I'm going to die here without knowing what it would be like to be touched or have my heart invested in another person.

I almost wanted to bow my head so neither Wendy nor Christine could see my face. All I could think about was my parents and how they were back home outside of New York City, how they were safe home and without a single clue that their baby could freeze or be taken out by the mere slip of the steering wheel.

“Grandma and Grandpa are home,” Wendy told Christine, to which she sighed with utmost relief. It was then I opened my eyes and I looked straight ahead: through the torrential snow and the glare of the headlights, I caught the silhouette of the house on the side of the street.

“Oh, good!” I declared. “I don’t like the thought of an old man or an old lady having to cross a snowstorm at night like this, especially when they’re grandparents. It’d be like my bubbie and zeide having to do that for themselves.” It was something to take my mind off the fact that we drove about in a blizzard and a near whiteout, plus it was the truth: thinking about the fact that Christine's grandparents were driving through a snowstorm like this down in a valley made me think of my own grandparents doing the exact same thing. I shuddered at the thought as we nearly crashed into the mailbox near the edge of the sidewalk, but lucky for us, Wendy caught it and we parked up into the driveway.

Indeed, Christine's grandparents had lit up a few hurricane lanterns and propped them up in the front windows of the house, as well as a series of candles. They returned home and knew right away what was happening there in Reno.

The only drawback of returning to a safe place was having to climb out into the snow and wind.

And that was what the three of us did. And it was especially hard for me because I had no hood.

Nevertheless, I kept my head bowed as I huddled up next to Wendy and Christine, and the three of us made our way up to the front step of the house; Wendy's hand nearly slipped as she opened the door and I almost fell ass over teakettle onto the carpet from the combination of the wind at my back and my overnight bag and guitar case slung over my shoulder. My hair was once again covered in snow to the point it made my head cold and I knew for a fact I once again resembled to one of the Winter brothers.

I caught myself and hung by the side of the door as Wendy and Christine closed it in unison.

“Oh, dear, this is something else.” An old lady's voice wafted in from off to my left as I set my things down.

“Grandma!” Christine declared; I raised my head for a look over at her embracing a woman with rich jet black hair wrapped in a thick sweater and with a single candle in hand. I never would have guessed she was a grandmother. I then reached up to the crown of my head and touched the snow that had blanketed my hair. I needn't get all of the snow onto the carpet before me, especially since it wasn't my house.

“Oh, hello—I didn't know you girls brought home Boo Radley,” she said, and I showed her a little smile, even with the snow capped all over my head.

“Mom, this is Alex—he was on our flight and he got stranded out here,” Wendy was telling her. “He doesn't have that much money so we decided to take him in for the time being.”

“I was going to New York to be with my parents for Hanukkah,” I filled in, and for once, I could feel a bit of warmth in my face.

“Oh, a Jewish fellow!” the old lady said with a warm welcoming smile on her face. “Well, we better pay some respects then. We don't really have brisket in the house, but we do have a roast as well as apple pie and potatoes. We have a fireplace and a hot plate, too.”

“So, we can make matzo balls and latkes!” I followed along. “Excellent. Um... do you have a clean towel on hand? I'm afraid to shake my head about.”

“Of course, dear,” she assured me, and she raised a finger to Wendy and Christine. “I'll be right back.”

I held still with my hands on the lapels of my coat as I was afraid to take it off. Christine sauntered over to me with a little smirk on her face, and I could only feel butterflies within me at the sight of her.

“What's that look for?” I asked her.

“Get some good fats into your skinny little ass,” she joked, to which Wendy chuckled at that.

“Skinny? You know, I've put on a few pounds since the summer.” I fluttered my eyelids at Christine, to which she ran her fingers through her fiery red hair and then pressed her hands to her hips.

“And let me tell you, it looks really good on you, too,” she assured me, and Wendy chuckled some more.

“Oh, I think she's got a little thing for you, Alex,” she pointed out; in the dim light, I could see her shake her head at Christine. “Honey, he's too old for you. How old are you, Alex?”

“Twenty six,” I replied.

“Yeah, he's too old for you!”

Then again, when I was seventeen, I was having thoughts about women like Madonna and Valerie Bertinelli, women who were ten years older than me. Christine still ran her tongue along her bottom lip and turned away from me with a glimpse over her shoulder back at me.

Totally flirting with me.

The old lady returned to me with a soft clean white towel in hand, to which I thanked her and ran it over the crown of my head. I ruffled my hair and stray tendrils of it dangled down around the sides of my face as I held it before my chest; through the candlelight, she showed me a little smile, and I returned the favor to her. I couldn't help but show her the lopsided quality to my smile, either.

“Oh, you're as humble as you are handsome,” she told me.

“Handsome?” I retorted to her. Beyond her, I saw Christine flash me a wink, and maybe I was missing something after all.

The three generations of women stayed around me as we all gathered together in the kitchen to see all the food that Christine's grandparents had bought down in Carson City. It was a lot like that night before the first night of Hanukkah where my parents and grandparents would have a lot of food in their houses, and we all made sure we had something to eat before the sun went down. I stood there next to Christine and her grandmother, the latter of whom stood a little too close to me. After I was introduced to her grandfather who looked as though he could have been a model for the painting, “American Gothic”, all the way down to the hat on his head, we took everything out of the bags and rested it on the table. It was cold enough in the house to warrant none of it going into the fridge or the freezer as of yet.

“Who wants a slice of pie?” he offered us.

“I would love a slice of pie,” I declared as I rubbed my hands together; I was eager for a slice especially since it was apple pie. Christine meanwhile took a slice for herself, even after she had eaten that blackberry one back at the restaurant as well as a small dish of chorizo. She huddled close to me as we sat on the other side of the room together with nothing more than candlelight all around us.

“You just ate a big pastrami sandwich on heavy as hell rye bread with some French fries, and now you're eating a big piece of pie?” she chuckled at me in a low voice.

“Yes!” I said. “Hey, it could be worse—I could be eating this with a dollop of sour cream on top.” To which she wrinkled her nose. “It's actually not bad,” I assured her. “I mean, just like whipped cream, it's all milk and heavy cream. The only difference is sour cream has vinegar in comparison to sugar with whipped cream. And you're kinda one to talk, too, as you had a piece of pie yourself back at the restaurant.”

“Hey, what can I say?” she assured me. “I'm not turning down a slice of pie, especially a big Dutch apple one that my grandpa bought from a real authentic bakery rather than some random place somewhere.”

“Plus, it's not often you get to have more than one slice of pie,” I pointed out as I took a bite: indeed, the top was lush and crumbly, and paired with the apples and the spices, it only made me think of home even more.

“Exactly! I mean, this is the time of year when we can actually have a shitload of sweets like pie and what have you.”

“Pie and chocolate,” I said once I swallowed it down. “Yeah, we like to eat a lot during the eight nights. Eat and spend time with each other because we're all one big human family after all.” I took another bite of pie and all the while, I watched her grandparents over on the other side of the room with Wendy. Even though the house remained dark, and nothing in there ran except for the water pipes, I could not hear a word they were saying to one another, and I knew right away that they wouldn't be able to hear us, either. I took another bite of pie and turned my attention back to Christine.

“So…” I started, that time in a near whisper, “seeing as you’re so different from the rest of your family, do you think that you could understand what I’m going through as a Jewish man?”

“As a matter of fact, I can,” she decreed to me; through the dim light, she showed me a comforting little smile, and then she gestured for me to follow her somewhere. She slid out of the kitchen and into the dark hallway, right as the snow pounded hard on the roof and the wall before us. No light except for the glow of the sky outside.

“So, you think that you could stand up for me?” I asked her in a low voice, and I took another bite of pie: that sandwich was in fact filling, and the inclusion of the pie only made my belly feel like it was swelling up from the feeling within me.

“Always,” she vowed, and she tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. I tilted my head back to show her my neck and my throat.

“You would stand for me, a little Jew boy trying to celebrate Hanukkah out in the wilderness even when he’s not with his parents, in the face of all the bullshit that’s badgered us for thousands of years? You would stand up to those people across the street?”

Christine moved her lips to the side of my face as if to kiss me there, but she never did. She instead held herself close to me as if to cuddle me right there on the spot, but she only held still right in front of my body. Her chest pressed itself up against my own. I wanted to tell her that I just wanted to curl up on the guest bed and call it a night, but my body was wanting something else. Three months without having my heart invested in another person, and I could feel something welling up within me. The feel of her body against my own was enough to stir up something inside of me like that of a burgeoning tornado, something that my ex never gave to me before.

“I’d like to break their fucking faces,” she whispered into my ear.

“Oh, my—” was all I could muster out at the sound of that.

I was raised to be peaceful about it, but there was something about the thought of someone like her going that far to stand for me gave me such a rush of blood to my head. I finished the last bites of pie so I could focus my attention on what she wanted to do.

“Mmmm, you smell good...” she whispered to me. No sonner had I swallowed the final bites when Christine caressed her lips up against the rim of my ear, followed by the side of my face and under my jaw. I curled my toes inside of my shoes and for a second, I thought I was going to faint right there on the spot. She held back and took one final bite of her slice right then.

“Where did you learn to kiss like that,” I sputtered out as she moved in closer to me.

“Let’s just say I’ve made out with my hand more often than not,” she whispered into my lips. Another chill down my spine, this time sealed with a kiss of cinnamon and the sin of apple. She held back again and that time I nearly dropped the plate from the feeling.

“Phew.”

“Did you like that?” she asked me.

“You wanna mix it up when the power comes back on?” I offered her.

“Like, how?” she asked me with a sly smirk on her face.

“I have a pair of leather pants in my bag,” I said. “I was going to bring them with me because they’re actually pretty warm and they look nice on my legs.” I rested my hands on my thighs and my hips, and she lowered her gaze all the while, even in the darkness. I could feel her warmth right up close to my own body.

“Well, with your tummy nice and full, let me see you in those tight pants,” she suggested.

“I dunno if I can put 'em on, though,” I told her with a shake of my head and a gentle pat of my belly with my free hand. I could feel myself poking through the bottom of my shirt: I had had enough to eat for the evening, at least until the morning hours and when the first night of Hanukkah went underway.

“Come on,” she coaxed me. “Get your things.” I swallowed at that, and then I bowed over to the front door to put my coat up on the hook, and then I picked up my bag and my guitar case from the floor there. She then took me by the hand and led me back down the hallway to that guest bedroom, which I assumed was her room. She had brought in one of the halogen lights from the car and clicked it on, and she propped it upright on the dresser in there, right next to her grandfather's old camera.

“Can I at least have some privacy?” I asked her as I set my things back down again, and I set the plate down on the desk right next to me.

“It's so dark in here,” she pointed out with a gesture to the shadowy room all around us. “And this is my room, I ain't leaving here.” I squinted my eyes at her and then, I unbuttoned my pants in front of her and I let them fall. There was a part of me that wanted to turn around and show off my ass and the backs of my thighs to her as I took the leather pants out of hiding, but not with her mother and grandparents in the next room, and not with the door open, either.

I had stashed them underneath one of those knit sweaters that my aunt had made for my brother and me, and careful not to upset my stomach, I slipped them on over my legs. I buttoned them up and the waist was a bit more snug than I remembered.

I then reached down and peeled off my shirt so she could see me all the way, but at the same time, I was rather nervous. I was showing off my body to a seventeen-year-old girl, and so soon after she and I both were fresh off the boat together.

“I don’t know, Christine, I don’t really feel right about this,” I confessed to her, and I ran my hands down my thighs towards my knees. The leather was taut and smooth and pressed firmly up against my skin; though my mind was against it, I had the feeling within my body. I could feel it. I could taste it.

For a brief moment, I flashed back on the thoughts I had whilst in the car, in how I thought I was going to die there without knowing what it would be like to be connected to another person. I thought that in my own voice as well.

Christine licked her lips and held close to me as if she was about to kiss me on the mouth again.

“My desires, your desires…” she said in a low voice and with a pointing of her eyes up to the dark ceiling overhead; through the pale light of the halogen flashlight I was able to make out the twinkle in her eyes; “we came together by circumstance and a snowstorm. We should try and feel each other out before we grow old and before the oil of the menorah dries out.” She kissed the underside of my jaw again, and that time she added in a few kisses on the front of my throat as well. Her fingers caressed down my stomach onto my thighs: her two main fingers wandered down in between my legs. She had a hold on me like the blizzard over the western wing of the country.

I relaxed every inch of my body as she kissed my neck and squeezed the crotch of my pants. I lifted one foot up onto the wall right behind me so I could steady myself against the wall. I never thought a seventeen-year-old could be so good at feeling and kissing. It made me wonder what exactly she and her ex did together when no one was looking.

It felt so wrong, especially when I kept on thinking about her age, but it also felt right, as if it was just what I needed. It was everything I could have ever asked for, no matter who it came from. Maybe I really was that desperate in that I would give myself to anyone willing to love my body. But I could feel something in her kiss, however, something that I missed with my own ex, something that I wanted and needed so badly and yet I never really realized it before. A burning feeling, a low and slow cooking feeling like that of a smoldering fire underneath the earth, and yet it rushed in like the babbling flow of a river against my body. The water of passion and the cleaning of fire.

Christine brought her knee up on the side of my hip as if to pin me down.

But then she rubbed her thigh against my hip. She rubbed up against my hip, and I immediately knew it was to feel the leather on her skin.

She took me under and yet I was wary of touching her in return.

“Yeah, you like a little bit of that, don’t you, baby,” she teased me, and she showed me the tip of her tongue as well. But then again, I had no idea if I did or not. The feel of her body against my own, the way that she seduced and teased me, it was all something I needed and something I yearned for on so many levels.

“Christine? Alex?” Wendy's voice floated in right then, such that Christine leaned her head against my shoulder.

“Ooh, you’re so soft and warm,” she whispered to me.

“It’s the pastrami and the rye bread,” I told her, also in a near whisper lest her mother or her grandparents hear us in there. “That piece of pie, too.”

“Kids?” Her grandfather's voice followed suit.

“In here!” Christine called out. Quickly, I put my shirt back on in case they came in there and caught us in the act.

“You have such beautiful skin,” she remarked. “I want to touch it and feel it when we go to bed tonight.”

“Oh ho, we're not going to be bunkin' together, bubbeleh,” I assured her with a wag of my finger.

“What'd you call me?” she giggled.

“Bubbeleh. It's what my mom likes to call me.” Wendy then ducked into the doorway right then with a bewildered look on her face.

“Oh, there you two are! What's going on in here?”

“Nothing, we're just talking,” Christine told her with a quick shake of her head. It was right then I was glad the power had gone out because I knew in my heart of hearts I could not explain the blush on my face or the fact that my pants felt extra tight around my hips.

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

[writtenjewels]

Frog and the Prince part 4

Part One, Part Two, Pat Three

The castle's garden was huge and though it was meant purely for decoration, there were fruit trees and bushes growing among the flowers. Not only was Salim expected to make sure all the plants were thriving and to get rid of any weeds, but he also had to chase out pests. It kept him fairly busy.

He ate his midday meal at the inn before heading back to the castle. When he was hired, he was taken on a short tour and shown various rooms like the infirmary, the royal library, the ballroom, the kitchen, and the training yard. Salim could hear shouting from the training yard and moved to see what was going on.

The royal soldiers were gathered together in the yard, cheering and shouting encouragements to two engaged in a friendly duel. Salim drew closer and slid his way among them so he could watch. Both of the soldiers held practice swords and shields; Salim didn't know much about swordplay but he could tell both were good, though the dark-skinned one was doing considerably better. One twist of the man's wrist and he knocked the sword out of the other's hand. The other soldiers cheered but the first soldier simply raised his shield up and kept going.

It was impressive to watch. The soldier was now using the shield as both protection and as a weapon. He swung it out to bash against his opponent, quickly pulling it back to protect himself from a blow. It kept going like that for a few more minutes. The disarmed soldier turned and did a strange maneuver where he slammed backward into the other soldier, knocking them both to the ground.

“I yield!” the dark-skinned soldier announced, and the others applauded. The winner helped his comrade to his feet and Salim's jaw dropped as he finally got a good look at the man: it was Prince Jason.

The prince shook hands with the soldier and headed over to a nearby well for some water. Salim moved in that direction as well.

“Hello,” he greeted. Jason's eyes snapped immediately to his face. He was a little sweaty and his hair was a mess, and dressed just like the other soldiers. If Salim didn't already know him as the prince, he wouldn't have realized it.

“Hey,” Jason returned. “Fancy seein' you here. You lookin' to be a soldier now, too?”

“No, thank you. I heard the fighting and came to see what was going on. You're very good,” Salim complimented.

“Thanks. Been trainin' with 'em since I was fifteen.”

“It shows.” Salim tried not to stare at the prince's muscled arms.

“You wanna join me for a drink?” The words caught Salim off-guard. Jason smiled and held out a water cup. “Your job's gotta be thirsty work.”

“Ah, yes. It is.” Salim hurriedly took the cup and gulped down the cool water. Jason was just being polite; surely he didn't mean those words the way they sounded. “In fact, I should get back to it. A rabbit found its way in and I need to find a humane way to trap it before it eats all the blackberries.”

“Sounds like you got your hands full,” Jason remarked with a chuckle. “You figure you'll be at that all day?”

“Maybe.” Salim handed the cup back to the prince, who filled it again and took a drink. “Why do you ask?”

“Well...” Jason rolled the cup between his hands as a blush spread over his fair skin. “I thought I could drop by later. Maybe early evening.” Salim stared at him, his heart pounding hard in his chest.

“I would like that, Jason,” he admitted softly. Jason's eyes widened and his face flushed a deeper red. Salim didn't understand the reaction until it hit him: he called the prince Jason, no title, without thinking.

“See ya tonight, then, Salim.” Jason rested his hand over Salim's for a brief moment before turning away to join the soldiers. Salim's skin tingled from where Jason touched him.

Tonight. The word echoed as a promise in Salim's heart.

#jason x salim #jason/salim #jason kolchek x salim othman #jason kolchek #salim othman #jalim #house of ashes

[jungle-angel]

Out in the Middle: Part 4 (Rhett x Reader)

Summary: When the kids are sent out to the fields for a day, they’ll always come back with something

 The pack of kids yelled and laughed as they raced through the fields full of apple trees, blueberry and blackberry bushes, the October sun high overhead and the heavy smells of fall in the air.

“How many apples do we need again?” Amy asked Tate.

“Grandpa said to fill up thirty buckets and hell come and get’em,” Tate answered. “We’re gonna sell’em at a farmer’s market on Sunday after church.”

“Hey guys,” Joey piped in, holding a pair of fresh apples against his chest in a manner that was a little too suggestive for an eight year old. “Check out my apples.”

The palm of Tate’s hand smacked against his face while a rather disgusted “ew” came from Amy. Joey laughed and ran off to join the others while Amy and Tate began gathering as many apples as they could and tossed them into the wooden buckets.

All of them enjoyed every minute of it, picking whatever they wanted and even eating a few things right off the branches. Amy and Tate, the two oldest at nine years old, remained in charge of the others, shaking the branches to make some of the apples fall and teaching the youngest ones to twist them off and never to yank as their grandfathers would tell them time and again.

None of them could have asked for a more beautiful day out in the field. The kids hardly wanted to go indoors at all as they roamed and rolled in the fields, trying to pick out the hugest pumpkins out of the patch and sticking them in the barrels. Unfortunately the littlest ones had gotten into the berries, their mouths and cheeks stained with red and purple juice that definitely wouldn’t be coming off anytime soon.

“I can’t wait for Halloween,” Tate told Amy as they both munched on a freshly picked apple. “Grandpa said I could go as Eddie from Stranger things and that I could have a fake guitar and everything, but it still plays the music.”

“Lucky!” exclaimed Amy.

“Do you wanna go as Max?” Tate asked her. “I bet my play teacher has stuff from when we did Peter Pan that can make you float.”

Amy had been about to answer when she saw Frankie and Harvey running up to them, their mouths, hands and faces stained with red and purple juice. “I got a purple!!!” Harvey shouted. 

“Uh oh.”

“Let’s get back to the house,” Tate suggested

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“Alright, keep that end tight!” Rip called out to the others.

Herding buffalo into the pens was never an easy task, even for the most seasoned of ranchers. You, Rhett, Rip, Beth and the other hands carefully herded them all in as best you could, some of the calves beginning to bawl at having been separated from the females. 

“Shut the gates!” 

Colby, Teeter and Jimmy shut the gates to the paddock and locked it as best they could, the gates creaking and groaning as the big creatures lumbered their way towards the stables where they slept during the nights. Sunset was coming earlier and earlier these days along with the cold snaps at night and when November came, so too would the first snowfall. 

“Oh my shit,” Teeter laughed. 

“What’s up?” Jimmy asked her. 

“Them headcases came home for dinner,” she answered. 

Jimmy turned to see the whole pack of kids making their way over the hills, their clothes spattered with dirt and a few grass stains while the younger ones faces were stained with a dark colored juice. “Oh my God,” he laughed. 

It wasn’t long before everyone caught sight of them, the parents and grandparents laughing at the sight of their dirty children. 

“Ah shit,” muttered Rhett.

“Muddy kids?” you asked. 

“Brace yourself (y/n), bathtime is gonna be hell tonight,” he chuckled. 

Rhett dismounted from his horse as Harvey and Frankie came running up to him, their faces COVERED in smears of the dark juice. “What the hell did you two get into?” 

“We got a purple daddy,” Harvey chirped. 

“Ok, ok,” Rhett said, picking him right up off the ground. “You little monsters are all gettin baths tonight whether ya’ll like it or not.” 

The parents called all their children in for the night while the hands turned it in themselves, the day’s work finally finished, much to their relief. 

“Oh my God,” John laughed when he saw the pack that marched right into the house, kicking their dirty shoes off on the hard plastic shoe tray in the entryway. 

“What the hell’d they do all day?” Royal asked. 

“Out in the fields Dad, that’s all ya gotta know,” Rhett told him. 

John and Royal laughed when they saw their mud covered grandchildren marching it on upstairs to clean themselves off. “Well,” John remarked. “It’s better than what we used to do.” 

“Don’t remind me,” Royal told him. 

#outer range #yellowstone #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rip wheeler #beth dutton #rip x beth #kayce dutton #monica dutton #kayce x monica #jimmy hurdstram #teeter #tate dutton #amy abbott #royal abbott

[kierancampire]

I just had an (unpleasant) memory unlocked

So one thing I always remember is growing up at my dad's, he could stay in bed until as late as 3 pm, then he would bath, but he would literally sit in the bath for 2-3 hours at a time, then immediately after bathing he would leave to be with friends/neighbours and could be gone the rest of the day, literally the whole day, then when he came back he'd either wanna be left alone or go back to bed, then it'd repeat the next day

Another aspect I always remembered is, if you noticed, at no point did I say he interacted with or fed us. Cause he didn't. Like sometimes he'd make eggy bread dipped in eggs, satay chicken, or a roast, but that wasn't often. So to get by and eat, I would eat packets of dry Betty Crocker cookie mixes, literally open the pack, get a spoon and eat the dry mix. I didn't know how to cook, I was punished if I touched the oven, and he wasn't feeding us, and often the only thing there was, was these Betty Crocker cookie mixes

But this is the memory unlocked, at certain times of year there was another thing I'd eat. Around the house and in a nearby woods were blackberry bushes, I forgot, but I just remembered that when they were in season, I would sneak out of the house and try to find ripe blackberries on bushes to eat. I completely forgot that was another food source, but again it wasn't necessarily out of wanting to, it was needing to, as I remember now I would eat the blackberries if there was nothing else I could eat. I remember some days I ate all the good ones and there was none left, and it'd be upsetting as that meant I got nothing

#personal

[aajjks]

i love how he’s like “oh, a snake?” like HOW ARE YOU NOT SCARED 😭😭

TC!dad!JK

ayra pouts when her father takes her snake away from her. yes, her snake, but of course you had to ruin any chance she had of keeping the snake because you’re afraid of snakes. with her head hung low, ayra mumbles a small “but i want a pet” and that’s all it takes for her to have her way with both you and jungkook.

seriously, the twins run the palace from time to time.

you turn around and face your pouting daughter who musters the cutest and biggest begging eyes she can muster, pouty lip included. normally, you don’t fall for these kinds of tricks with any of your babies. it’s definitely a trick jungkook falls for every time but you always see right through their façade. this time, however…

“fineee, you can have a pet”

you’ll let her have her way just this ONCE.

“yaaaaay!!!! can it be a tarantula?”

“wha-no! absolutely not. how about a dog?”

“but i don’t like dogs” ayra whines.

“a cat?”

“hmmm…i like cats”

“okay, go find ae-cha and get a pet cat. ONLY a pet cat, ayra”

“yaaaay! thank you mama. i love you so much!! love you papa!!” squeals your little 5 year old who bolts out of ji-eun’s bedroom and runs to find ae-cha. jungkook instructs both a guard and servant to keep an eye on ayra and ae-cha before he drags you somewhere to give you a relaxing massage, which, he is really good at giving.

“ugh, i’m so ready to give birth to this little rascal. i hope it’s a boy because every time we have girls, they either look just like you or you’re their favorite” you say. “ugh and i could really go for some blackberries”

blame your eighth, ninth, or maybe tenth child for your new cravings. lately you’ve been eating a lot of blackberries, mangoes, and cantaloupe lately which are your least favorite fruits, especially cantaloupe.

once the two of you are alone in the room together, you gently tug on jungkook’s arm and pull him into a sweet kiss, even tugging on his now shorter locks of hair (blame ae-cha).

“massage?” you pull away from his lips “is that your way of telling me you want to have sex because i could go a round, or two, or three..or five”

~🫧

“Yn do you want me to get these fruits for you? Well, would you just wait here so I can- oh wow yn… maybe this is one of the reasons why I want you to be pregnant all the time because you can never get enough of me especially whenever you’re expecting.”

You Shush him away with a kiss. And the way you kiss while being pregnant is so different when you’re not because your hormones are a mess. Jungkook loves it whenever you talk his hair, even though it’s very short now compared to his hair five months ago. But it was too long. It’s nice to have short hair for now.

“Yn do you think I look hotter with short hair or longer hair?” Cannot help and ask you that isn’t until you leave him speechless your next sentence.

Jungkooks why didn’t it surprised because frankly, your libido is almost dead when you’re not pregnant, he has to beg you, and he has to seduce you in order to get some from you, but..

When you’re pregnant you’re a whole different person, and he likes it very much, “what? Yn are you insane? I did not bring you here just so I could have sex.. not at all.” he blinks twice.

You’re almost 6 months pregnant now-and your belly is quite out. “I don’t wanna hurt the baby. So no sex.” he cannot believe that he’s denying you for something that he really wants but he can get a little rough. And you’re really fragile right now especially.

This is also a golden opportunity for him. “ did you really just say five rounds? Wow… where is my yn? And who are you woman?” He jokes, laughing, his ears definitely feel really hot because you’re making him really shy.

And mind you, he is he is the one that did this to you.

Jungkook not to look into your eyes because he might actually blush like a tomato, “ahhh come on, let me massage your feet or your shoulders tell me where it pains.” he just wants to take care of you because it’s the least he can do really.

He knows that child birth is not an easy thing at all- he has watched you give birth to all of his children, and it’s a really disturbing experience even though he has seen a lot of blood and gore in his life.

“How do you do it? Seriously like I actually feel bad for you, can you even see your feet?” How are you even so eager to give birth? He remembers, how scared you were when you were pregnant with jinseoul. But also, you were just 22.

“Yn you’re way stronger than me because I couldn’t do this.” He presses a kiss on your cheek, right beside the corner of your mouth, teasing you.

#ask: tc!jungkook #oh my God ayra scares the shit out of me #HOW SADISTIC IS SHE? FIRST SNAKE AND NOW TARANTULA? 😭😭😭

[hobiebrownismygod]

apologies if I’m hitting you with the spam beam, it’s just that I wanna share my OC, but it’s hard translating it into a fanfic. Anyways, here’s some more of my OC.

So Pollie is in the kitchen, slicing away at some fruits and putting them in a bowl. Miguel shows up, and she’s just standing there like “you here to blab about some multiverse canon event stuff?” and but Miguel has trouble explaining why he’s actually there, so he dodges the question, and asks what she’s doing. Pollie shows him the fruit salad she’s making for the “Spider-Band” because they’re coming over to visit later, and says that he’s welcome to help. She then starts slicing peaches, and Miguel asks what the weird rock in the peach is, and so she explains that it’s the pit, which is holds the seed that helps grow a new peach tree. Miguel then tells her that fruit in his dimension don’t have seeds or pits because they’re artificially created. Pollie is absolutely shell shocked, and she tells him to stay for lunch, and that he should at least try something that’s not cafeteria or lab grown.

Miguel reluctantly stays, and when the spider ban shows up, the teens are shook when Miguel of all people is sitting in a patchwork chair, attempting to read a magazine while Pollie made lunch in the kitchen.

Pollie makes a platter of spring rolls for lunch, stuffed with fresh vegetables, shrimp, and noodles, with a stack of dipping sauce containers so that none of them end up sharing germs. She reminded them that she made fruit salad beforehand, and they can have some after they let their stomachs settle after lunch.

After watching a little bit of television, Pollie came in with a big bowl of fruit salad, which had apples, pears, peaches, cherries, oranges, pineapple, papaya, honeydew, watermelon, strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, blueberries, green and red grapes, and some kiwi, topped with a dressing made from lemon juice, lime juice, and honey. It was kept in the fridge to keep cool, and was spooned into separate bowls.

And so they just watched tv while eating fruit salad.

AWWWWW

HOW DOES SHE FIND IT IN HER TO BE SO SWEET TO EVERYONE INCLUDING MIGUEL 😭

she’s quite literally an angel

spider-angel

she’s the MOTHER OF THE MULTIVERSE

SPIDER MOM

I’d like to see her being a mom to Ben Reilly and Jess too and seeing their reactions 😭 Ben would be an absolute child and I think Jess would like being the one taken care of for a change

POLLIE HELPING JESS OUT IN HER THIRD TRIMESTER?? BABYSITTING JESSES BABY??

I’m in love

#Also fruit salad is amazing #Props to pollie for making it for the spiderband #Now here’s a question #What movie or show would pollie and Miguel watch together? #The guy doesn’t seem like he watched tv #Like at all #idk #atsv #[silvia’s asks]

[fictionkinfessions]

For the canon foods you wanna try game: Sunsettias. I miss sunsettias sooo much.

From my memory they tasted like a mix of an orange, peach, and mango. All while being similar in structure to a melon I think (as in having a rind? Im ngl I dont remember that part all that well)

Theoretically I could mix juices, sure. Sunsettia juice is completely replicatable.

But the TEXTURE.

If I ever crave one bad enough Ill probably try out eating some peaches. Thats the closest you can really get to eating the fruit proper I think.

Ive talked abt teyvat foods with friends before and others said Lavender melon. Which makes sense, its hard to compare it to something based on its looks.

I can firmly tell you its just a purple zucchini.

Like literally nothing special to it. Its just a zucchini.

Any genshin kins who happen to muss lavender melon, just go cook some zucchini. (Personally I dont like zucchini much in this life, but I'd honestly say itll fulfill the craving)

Though. For a food only in Teyvat that I dont remember well.

Berries. Like sure theyre just berries but theyre like a big yellow rasberry and I dont think that exists here lmaoo

Harra fruits could be interesting since theyre used to make spices. Probably a more savory fruit.

Wolfhooks feel like they'd be like pomegranates. Valberries too tbh. (Differences comparable to blackberries vs. Rasberries)

Henna berries comparable to dragonfruit I think.

Amakumo fruit, Rukkahashava mushrooms- Zaytun peaches despite the name were definitely not peaches.

All the edible flowers..

Pfft. Ik you didnt rly ask us for what we thought on real world equivalents, but its something Ive thought of several times.

I miss alot of the foods in teyvat.

~🕯♟️

🧽

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #genshinimpactkin #memories issue #mod party cat #canon foods #food cw

[dirigibleplumbing]

I’d love to hear more about your eating “Cas has an eating disorder” Destiel fic if you have a snippet or wanna talk about it 🙂

Thank you!!! I’m excited about this one and am glad people are curious about it.

Like me, this post-Empty human Cas has trouble eating things that aren’t exactly what he wants to eat, and he prefers foods that are the same texture with every bite. Also like me, Cas has a partner (well, at first, a “friend”) whose love language is acts of service and food and is determined to make sure Cas gets enough to eat. 

Unlike me--a vegetarian raised on California cuisine--Cas got his palette from Dean Winchester, and Dean’s the one doing the cooking, so there’s a lot of meat, plus Midwestern US excess and weirdness.

Like I mentioned before, the fic is in the form of recipes, and the thing about recipes is they’re usually in the 1st person. I don’t mind 1st person in fic, but I absolutely get why it bothers a lot of people. (I sometimes write in 1st person and then change it to 3rd person in late drafts.) But I’m committed to the recipe conceit for this one, so it’s gonna stay 1st person.

Recipes so far include:

Bacon Cheeseburger

Cas's Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich

Fried Bologna Sandwich

Blackberry Pie

Shakshuka

Noodles with Cottage Cheese

Persimmon Pudding

Biscuits and Gravy

Chicken Noodle Soup with Noodles Made From Scratch

Cinnamon Rolls and Chili

Grilled Sunflower Heads

Spring Zucchini Kugel

Brisket

Schnitzel

The style of the recipes changes a bit once Dean and Cas get together, move out of the bunker, and start cooking with plants they grew in their garden.

(Anyone who has suggestions for Midwestern and/or Jewish recipes Dean would make should feel free to shoot me an ask!)

And here’s what is currently the very first section/recipe, the Peanut Butter and Jelly Smoothie:

***

Sammy figured it out first, which pissed me off. Couldn’t say why, just seemed like something I should’ve caught. 

I mean, I knew Cas wasn’t eating enough. All sorts of reasons for that, I figured. 

I wouldn’t say so where anyone could hear me, but I thought that it could’ve been—it sounds so fucking stupid, but I thought maybe there was a tiny bit of grace left after all. That he didn’t need to eat. Idiotic, I know. I just hate seeing him have such a rough time, and wanted to pretend he wasn’t. 

Sometimes I think I might’ve sent him away the first time he was human even if Gadreel hadn’t told me to, just so I didn’t have to watch him hurt so much. 

This guy thinks I’m the most selfless person he’s ever met, and that’s how I treat him. 

Point is, Sam spent a whole morning making a dozen different smoothies and having Cas try ‘em until he found one he liked—like, really, really liked. I came in at the tail-end of it and there was green gunk spattered all over the place and it smelled like a lawnmower, but Cas was eating—well, drinking, but it counts as a meal apparently—and smiling for maybe the first time since he got back. 

So the next day when Cas was out with Jack, I had Sam show me what he’d done so I could make it for Cas, too. 

Peanut Butter and Jelly Smoothie

Ingredients: 

Milk, about 1 cup

A handful of fresh baby spinach (Sam made it with kale the first time, but even the baby stuff tastes like grass, if you ask me. I made it for Cas with spinach and it was a lot smoother, for one thing, and Cas said he liked it better. Maybe if you have one of those hipster high-speed blenders you can stick a whole head of kale in, stems and all, and have it come out without little leaf chunks in it, but I have a normal person blender and I say just use the baby spinach.)

2 tbsp rolled oats 

¼ frozen banana (You can freeze ‘em whole, peeled, just make sure they’re broken up before you put ‘em in the blender. That way it won’t make that awful knife-in-the-disposal sound it does when Sam was dropping ‘em in whole.)

½ cup frozen strawberries

Ice, as needed

2 tbsp smooth peanut butter

1 tsp maple syrup

Salt 

This isn’t much milk for a smoothie this size, but Cas likes his smoothies so thick you can barely get ‘em through a straw, so I only add enough liquid that it won’t break the goddamn blender.

Instructions:

Add the spinach to the blender and just enough milk to cover it. Blend it together, starting with low power and working your way up to the highest your blender can go. If you have a regular blender, this is the best way to make sure the greens get broken down small enough to really mix with everything else. 

Add the oats next. Really you can add ‘em whenever, but doing it early keeps it nice and thick and gives you a good idea of how much liquid you’ll need. Blend from low to high. 

Add the bananas and strawberries, along with the rest of the milk. A lotta recipes just tell you to add everything and blend it together. Pretty sure that’s what they call hubris—or maybe it’s having a five hundred dollar blender. Probably the two go hand-in-hand. Just sayin’, the order is important to getting it all smooth, which is the point. S’why it’s called a smoothie. 

Blend low to high. When it’s all combined add the peanut butter, syrup, and salt. Be careful with the salt. You shouldn’t be able to taste the salt, it’s just supposed to make everything else taste better, ‘cause, y’know, it’s salt. It’s a sweet smoothie, but you add salt to cookies, right? Same deal. Until you get used to it add just a little at a time, blend it, and taste it to make sure it’s right. 

If it’s not creamy or cold enough, add some ice. You could add more banana pieces, but Cas doesn’t like the banana to be the main taste. Add more milk if it’s getting too thick to blend. 

Sometimes Cas tells me not to make it with the greens. I just use a lot less than usual and the peanut butter covers it. S’why I got so good at making sure they blend in just right. Cas wasn’t eating a lot of meat, at first, so he really needed the iron ‘n’ all that stuff that’s in green things.

I’m pretty sure the people who say these things are a real meal are all either people who sit in offices all day and don’t burn any calories or people who get paid to tell other people to starve themselves, but Cas will drink this smoothie when he won’t eat anything else, and that goes a hell of a long way.

#yay an ask! #anonymous #destiel #my writing #my fic #recipes #spn #supernatural #jupernatural

[gayndepressed666]

Realm of the Elderlings characters as quotes from The Discord

quotes under the break as it is far too long.

((quotes by queer and autistic people))

wintrow:

"Oh kid, that'll get you struck down. Changing religions like sex partners."

ronica gaslight girlbossing and gatekeeping serilla out of bingtown:

"I'm high energy btw, but like if you gave someone with depression a coffee except I don't have depression or a coffee"

kennit:

"I feel like people should be able to kill their sons because God did it and nobody complained"

jek:

"You rocked her, you papered her and you scissored herrrr"

the pale woman:

"you better sleep with one eye open. I'll come in here and steal Ur bones... *slurp*"

kyle:

"the feels when you wanna shit on a child"

nighteyes learning about sex:

"And so thats why humans grew boobs :) "

tintaglia:

“It’s otay to eat babies 🥹”

wintrow:

"I just called you a god why are you upset??"

wintrow:

"Ohhh, you scared the Jesus outta me.... I guess I'm not Christian anymore 🤟 😔"

the fool:

"maybe I'd be one of those famous people like robin williams where I'd be really happy on the outside then kill myself"

fitz at the fool in the first trilogy:

"who would heckle me?? who would look at me and think, 'They need to be beat down *more*'"

fitz and the fool:

fitz: your going to kill me one day I know it.

the fool: it’s ok coz I will be there with you when it happens!😊

regal:

“Sometimes I wonder if I’m evil, but then I remember that I’m cute so it doesn’t matter.”

starling to fitz:

"if you got slapped across the face would you get hard?"

the general public about fitz after the mountain kingdom in book one:

"I know him. He's crazy. He has autism or epilepsy."

jinna:

"bruhhhh imma sympathy fuck you right now"

etta:

"I'm telling ya! I don't support fascism, but if you take a few of the bastards out into the street and shoot them publicly, the rest'll listen!"

tatts when thymara wouldnt fuck him:

"Yk Asexuals are actually sexist because they don't like sex"

fitz:

"I may sound like I'm being sarcastic, but I'm just being autistic"

paragon:

"You look away for one second and I steal your nipples"

althea about viv:

"this bitch did in fact make me gay. Titties out, ready for me to suckle."

the fool becoming lord golden:

"guys I hope to be a gay man :)"

amber to fitz in the last trilogy:

"Only gay people like boobs"

kennit:

"I'm not trying to hurt people I am trying to shoot them >:("

fitz:

"Do you think i have Artistic potential, or just autistic potential"

fitz off his face after downing blackberry brandy:

"On a sober not, idk why the table and my chair are wet because I peed in the toilet"

malta:

"I’m not innocent I just find men extremely revolting"

jek:

"I would get up to such mischief if I had a penis"

the fool about regal:

"I'm anti gun... but if I saw him 😡"

fitz at the fool and vice versa:

"I look at it and think who's gay and depressed? and then I remember it's you"

fitz at the fool in the first book of the last trilogy:

*whispers* "I very narrowly avoided shooting you in the back of the head"

fitz:

"Excuse me i just went into the astral realm for a sec"

fitz to the fool in golden fool:

"I don't know what he's mad about, but it's because he's gay"

fitz swapping bodies with verity:

"It must be scary being a guy friend of a lesbian couple. Never know when they're gonna ask you for your sperm"

the fool:

“I’m never going to lose my virginity because I don’t lose 😎”

etta:

"Why is ppl having blood on them so hot?"

ronica around malta:

"Guess what! I hate children"

the fool at fitz:

"*looking him dead in the eyes* it's fascinating watching dumb people"

nighteyes:

"She's in your bed, I'm in your boyfriend"

bee:

"I love the feeling of being evil, b-but in a good way"

jek thirsting over brashen:

"it's a shame I'm too sexy to be embarrassed"

fitz to molly after she fucks his dad:

"What a wife you are, ya skank"

verity on elfbark:

"See, I become all knowing when I get high"

bee:

"is it bad to put burning down a church on my bucket list? Idk I just think it'd be fun."

#realm of the elderlings #rote #realm of the quarantine #books #robin hobb #fitzchivalry farseer #liveship traders #vivacia #althea vestrit #liveship #discord

[unluckyamulet]

Blithe Charming

(info, lore, backstory whatever you wanna call it under the cut)

(all Blithe content will be under #blithe charming)

Name: Blithe Charming

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Pronouns: he/they

Birthday: 4/19

Height: 155cm (5'1)

Homeland: Isle of Lamentation

Dorm: Scarabia or Octavinelle depending on how i feel, usually Scarabia

Class: 2-C (No. 30)

Club: Magift

Best Subject: Ancient Curses

Likes: exploring, people watching, trinkets

Dislikes: rumors, raisins

Personality

Blithe is an inquisitive and enthusiastic snake fae who always seems to have one more question. While his curious nature may often get him into trouble, it also allows for him to find many secrets about NRC, including the secrets of those attending...

Unique Magic

Phantom Daydream

A target will be compelled to obey any order or suggestion Blithe gives, this may or may not still effect them when they are snapped out of the trance (i.e, a suggestion to eat toast at night may still compell the target to after the spell has worn off). After being released from the spell feels like a hazy daydream the target just woke up from. Details may be remembered, but would take either a great amount of concentration, or a strong reliving of emotions.

Background

Blithe is from a fairly infamous family of fae known as the Charmings. Surprisingly, they do not reside in Briar but the Isle of Lamentation.

While not as well known as Draconia, anything beyond surface level research will mention them.

Whether it be love potions, or a simple aura of charm theyre the people to go to for enchanted items and potions related to relationships. The Charmings are known for their enchanment and illusory magic; specifically (as their name suggests) charming others.

Blithe himself posseses no inherent charm or aura, but is expected to be naturally proficient in those areas.

All his life, Blithe has been followed by his family name, and all the rumors that come from it. He generally uses the mantra "it isnt true, so it shouldnt bother me" but it still hurts to hear those rumors of how no one actually could like someone as scheming as him, it must be his magic!

overblot fic here

Relationships

Love interests (in parentheses is the nickname/tag (linked) the ship will be under)

Jamil (Blackberry Jam)

Kalim (Kithe)

Idia (Forget me not) (no content yet!)

Azul (Murex Shell) (no content yet!)

#twst #twst oc #twst ocs #oc #original character #blithe charming #kalim al asim #jamil viper #idia shroud #jamil viper x oc #kalim al asim x oc #idia shroud x oc #oc profile #oc info #blackberry jam #forget me not #kithe #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland

[random-cryptid]

ok so the light brown one with pink spots on its wings is an achemon sphinx moth is a species of hawkmoth and eat nectar from flowers like phlox and japanese hineysuckle. apparently their wings can beat so fast that they can sometimes be mistaken for hummingbirds (which is making me lose my mind over it cuz now im imagining either mary or winnie freaking out ciz they thought they were being attacked by a bird but its really just a big moth tryna hamg out on their head)

the little greenish blue one is a blackberry looper. theyre super small and like eating flower petals, and the leaves of blackberries and strawberries. theyre also found in most of the u.s. except for california, washington, oregon, alaska and hawaii, which im sad about cuz they look so cute and tiny and i wanna see one up close! (cant have shit in cali djdhdj)

the last on vibing on sarah's head is a cecropia silk moth! the catsrpillars like sugar maple, dogwood, apple and plums while the adults dont seem to really eat. their found anywhere from nova scotia down to florida as well as southern canada all the way to the rocky mountains (which means i cant fuckin see these guys either! why are all the cool moths found onthe other side of the country?!)

im honestly having so much fun learning about moths! ive always loved learning about different insects, and getting to learn more about moths was so much fun!

Boy do I love moths they’re so cool 😭😭😭😭 look at all these funky fellas!!! I love learning about moths and beetles so much

My fave from all of these has to be the Cecropia Silk Moth like look at those colors!!!! It’s so pretty 🥹🥹🥹 and idk but I find the Blackberry Looper eating flower petals and strawberry and blackberry leaves so cute I JUST LOVE MOTHS

Well at least you get to see moths, here where I live I barely see any 😭😭😭😭😭 (the perks of living on a tropical island amirite)

Thank you for showing me these!!!! I love them they’re so cool looking

#I do love me some insects sometimes #asking the ghost #moths