#...and hopefully an ending not like r&j

[skyward-floored]

I haven't watched the latest trailer for eow so I might have missed something but wouldn't it be funny for there to be a Romeo & Juliet-esque situation with the two Zora groups

[princesscedar]

Trying to tell mom "hey maybe don't call j ewish people rats even unintentionally" event leaves 10 dead thousands injured

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

He’s Not A Machine!

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summary: when dean collapses from exhaustion, it takes everything in you not to beat the shit outta john

pairing: (stanford era) dean winchester x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 4.0k

warnings: hurt/sad dean, language, john being a terrible father, john being an asshole in general but what else is new

pairing note: reader washes/brushes her hair

author’s note: hiiii me again after many moons of zero contact with this lovely website. sorry for taking so long, hopefully i’ll stay a while this time lol.

It’d been nearly four weeks of back-to-back hunts. This was the seventh motel you and the two Winchesters had been at this month and you were almost ready to call it a night. 

“I’m gonna wash this wraith stench off of me,” you told Dean. You then added quietly so John—who was sitting at the table and cleaning his guns—wouldn’t hear; “Would you like to join me, handsome?”

“More than anything,” he whispered before he bent down and kissed you. John coughed loudly, and you weren’t sure if it was just a perfectly timed accident or a purposeful guilt trip. It was most likely the latter. “But… I think it’s better if I don’t, sweetheart.”

You smiled sadly with a small nod; “Next time, then,” you assured him. You looked up into his eyes and noticed the tiredness laced with the usual burden he carried. He blinked unusually slowly as if he was trying his damndest to stay awake, and you furrowed your brows. “How about you head to bed, you can shower after you get some sleep.”

“It’s alright, I’m not that tired,” he said.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?” you asked him, barely above a whisper so that John wouldn’t hear.

John didn’t like you. He didn’t really trust your intentions with his son, and he thought you were just a distraction that would end up getting Dean killed if he wasn’t careful. He didn’t like how easily Dean would get ‘all giggly’ when he was near you, and he didn’t like that his son kept his guard down when he was with you.

He didn’t like the matching rings you wore, or that you too often referred to the other as husband or wife when a stranger would ask. You weren’t married, you were his fucking girlfriend and John fully believed you wouldn’t still be together by the time Sam finished his first four years at Stanford. 

“I’m fine,” he replied, matching your quiet tone. “I’ll shower right after you so don’t use up all the hot water, okay?” There was a teasing smirk on his face which made your worries subside temporarily.

“I promise to leave you some,” you said before you kissed him once more.

**

“Dean are you okay?” you asked, seeing the far-off look in his eyes when you left the bathroom.

“Yeah, I uh…” He rubbed his eyes as he tried to again focus on your face. He looked over at his dad, who raised a brow at his eldest son. “I’m fine, sweetheart.”

You followed his line of sight and pursed your lips when you saw John.

“Dean says he’s fine, drop it Y/n,” he told you.

Against your better judgment, you decided not to ask Dean again. With your hair still wet from the shower, you took the brush from your bag and started fixing it. 

“Aren’t you gonna shower, babe?” you asked Dean, who hadn’t moved an inch.

“Uh, yeah,” he said. He started to kick off his shoes when he tripped and fell straight to the floor, his cheek now pressed against the carpet.

“Dean!?” you exclaimed and hurried over to him. You fell to your knees and took him into your arms, shaking him gently in hopes he’d just wake up. “Dean? Dean, honey, please? J-John he’s not waking up!” You pressed your lips to his temple; “C’mon, Dean!”

John had left his spot on the couch and was now hovering over you, as you looked up at him desperately.

“Is he breathing?”

“Yeah,” you replied, tears slipping down your cheeks. John helped you lay Dean down so he could check his breathing.

“He seems fine,” John deduced. “Is there a wound we missed or something?”

“W-We need to call an ambulance,” you said and rushed to grab your phone off the nightstand.

“Y/n, Dean wouldn’t want us to call the cops,” John replied. He seemed a little too calm for your liking, so you weren’t about to let him call the shots regarding Dean’s wellbeing.

“I don’t care, we’re getting him to the fucking hospital,” you said as you dialed and made your way back to Dean. “Now hide your goddamn guns before the paramedics get here—I need an ambulance at the Rosebud Motel room 302, my husband just collapsed unexpectedly.” You ignored the look John gave you when you called Dean that. The operator asked questions and you answered each one; “Yes, he’s breathing… No, no bleeding… He’s twenty-five… Uhm, I’m not sure…” You pulled the phone from your ear; “Has he had anything to drink yet tonight?”

John was putting away the guns and paused to think before he shrugged; “I dunno, I wasn’t watching.” 

Your eyes widened and your teeth clenched, the fucking audacity. Looking at the table you saw three opened beers so you made an educated guess when you answered the 9-1-1 operator.

“He might’ve had a beer or two, but he’s not a lightweight, he’d never pass out after two beers… Yes, his dad is in the room with me… Yes, I can stay on the line.” You took in a shaky breath as you brought his hand to your lips and kissed his knuckles. 

“Just stay calm, ma’am, help is on the way.”

“I’m trying,” you replied, tears streaming down your cheeks as you kept his hand pressed to your lips. “Th-This isn’t like him, he’s–he’s always okay.”

**

You bounced your leg anxiously as you sat next to John in the waiting room. As you absentmindedly played with the ring on your right ring finger, you couldn’t help but think of the time when Dean had told you how much you truly meant to him almost three years ago.

* flashback *

“I got you a present.” His smile was adorable as he sat next to you on the couch. He saw your face light up and felt the need to downplay the gift; “It’s nothing much, don’t get too excited.”

“Dean, you could give me a dirty sock and I’d love it,” you teased, placing a quick kiss on his pink lips.

“Well… this is like one teer above ‘dirty sock’, I think.” He smirked and handed you the small velvet box. 

You opened it and your jaw fell open; “Oh my god, Dean!”

“I know how much you like mine,” he said quietly.

“I do like yous,” you took his right hand in yours and kissed the ring on his finger, “I love yours, Dean.”

“Well, this one is exactly like mine.” He smiled. “Except it’s in your size, obviously, so we can… you know… match.” You took the ring out of the box and admired it for a moment. You were about to put it on but he stopped you; “May I do the honors, sweetheart?” he asked. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips as you nodded and he took it from you. He slipped the ring onto your right ring finger before he kissed your hand. 

“I mean this in the most genuine way possible; this is by far the best gift anyone has ever gotten me, Dean! Ever!”

A sheepish blush was forming on his cheeks as he leaned over and kissed your lips; “I love you so much.” He pulled away so he could look at you; “And, I want you to know this isn’t a regular gift.”

“Yeah?” you asked, your smile growing. 

“Yeah,” he replied and kissed you again. When he pulled away again he chickened out a little and didn’t say what he was going to. “You’re twenty-one, which means you can now legally drink in all fifty states.” He stood up, pulling on your hand gently so you would follow him to the kitchen. He took two beers out of the fridge and put them on the table. He used the ring on his finger to easily open one then handed the other to you. “Why don’t you give it a try.”

It took you a few tries but you managed to open the beer using the ring he just gave you; “Okay, now that’s awesome!”

“Happy birthday, sweetheart!” Dean said and you clinked your beers together before you both started drinking them. As he brought the bottle down from his lips, he watched as you kept drinking and smiled to himself. He suddenly felt the courage he felt when he bought the ring and decided to tell you his thoughts; “You know you’re the only girl for me, right?” You nodded with a smile. “I don’t just mean ‘for now’ I mean like forever. That’s the real meaning behind the ring, I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of our lives.”

You couldn’t help the happy tears beginning to sting your eyes as you looked up at him; “Forever?”

“Forever.”

* end of flashback *

You were shaken back to cruel reality by the sound of John’s voice beside you; “What’s taking them so long? We’ve gotta get back on the fuckin’ road.”

“Are you fucking serious right now?” you scoffed and looked at him. “Dean might be in serious trouble, and you’re thinking about the next hunt!?”

“Dean’s gonna be fine.” He rolled his eyes.

“We don’t know that,” you replied. You again started fiddling with the ring Dean had given to you.

“You know that ring doesn’t make you two husband and wife,” John commented. 

You stood up abruptly, not wanting to say what was running through your head; Yeah, and Dean being so fucking perfect doesn’t make you a good father.

“Dean Smith’s next of kin?” the doctor asked. 

“I’m his wife, this is his dad,” you said. “H-How is he?”

“He’ll be fine,” she replied. “He has a very minor concussion from when his head hit the floor, but he just needs some rest.”

“What happened?” John asked. 

“He fainted from over-exhaustion, he’s gonna be okay.”

“Over-exhaustion?” You furrowed your brows, placing a hand over your chest. “B-But he’s been eating fine? A-And sleeping as much as me, I think?”

“Actually,” John interrupted, “he’s been helping me with research at night, he doesn’t sleep as much as you.” 

Never in your life had you wanted to knee John Winchester in the balls as badly as you wanted to at that moment.

“How many hours a night are you sleeping, hun?” the doctor asked you.

“Like three to five… every other night,” you admitted. “And that’s always been enough! If it wasn’t, Dean could’ve just taken a nap he didn’t have to—fuck.”

“Can we see him?” John asked.

“He’s still asleep but yes, you can go and see him,” she replied.

On the way to Dean’s room, you kept wondering how this all happened—how did Dean get so fucking tied he collapsed!? If he was staying up at night, why didn’t he just sleep in the car? You would’ve happily driven Baby, and it’s not like you hadn’t done that before—Dean’s love language was sharing that fucking car.

“This hasn’t ever happened before, right?” you asked John. 

“Never,” he replied. “Guess Dean’s just not as strong as he used to be.”

“Excuse me?” you seethed and stopped in your tracks, pulling John to a halt as well. “Dean is a fucking hero but he is not a machine, he’s a fucking human being who’s been treated like a soldier since he was six-fucking-years-old!”

“If you wanna say something, fucking say it!” John exclaimed. 

“Oh, I am saying it! How fucking dare you work him so hard that he lands in the fucking emergency room!”

“We all know in this line of work, we have to do what we have to do!”

You slapped him hard across the face and your eyes widened when you realized what you did. 

“Dean is your son,” you said, quickly changing your facial expression back into one of pure rage. “He is your fucking child and you’ve been treating him like shit for far too long. He deserves better, he doesn’t deserve to be so fucking exhausted that he collapses.”

You walked away and into Dean’s room. Seeing him lying in the hospital bed made your heart break as tears welled in your eyes. 

“Oh god,” you mumbled. “Dean.” You quickly pulled up a chair so you could sit next to his bed and patiently wait for him to wake up. John did the same, though he seemed annoyed by the fact Dean was still asleep. 

You weren’t sure how long had passed before John got fed up; “Can you press the button for the nurse so we can ask when he’s supposed to wake up?”

“I think we should just let him sleep, don’t you?” you whispered, not knowing if Dean had been sedated or if he was just resting like normal.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, I told you to call the damn nurse,” he said, raising his voice which caused Dean to stir awake.

“Hey sweetheart,” Dean said groggily, his eyes half-hooded as he brought your hand to his lips and placed a kiss on your knuckles. He then dropped your hand and rubbed his eyes to wake himself up. “This isn’t the motel,” he realized. He noticed John sitting at the other side of the bed and he sat up a little, trying to somewhat compose himself. “Wh-What happened?”

“I’ll fill you in,” John said. “Y/n, why don’t you go grab us some coffee so I can talk with my son?”

All your instincts told you not to leave the two Winchesters alone but what choice did you have? You didn’t want to start another fight with John, you were tired too, and you didn’t want Dean worrying.

“Yeah, sure,” you said. You took the time to bend down and place a loving kiss on Dean’s forehead, causing him to smile. “No coffee for you though, you need more sleep,” you told him before you left the room. 

About ten minutes later you walked back in and the sight practically made your eyes bulge out of your skull as your jaw flew open. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you asked and placed the two cups to the side. 

“Dad said there’s a hunt,” Dean said matter-of-factly. “I can sleep in the car or something, let’s go.” He started to stand up so you pushed him back down. 

“How fucking dare you!” you exclaimed at John, who stood on the other side of the bed. “How dare you tell him to suit up right now! He is staying here in this hospital, and he is getting some goddamn sleep!”

“That is not your decision,” John replied. “If Dean says he’s fine, then he’s fine.”

“You realize those are the exact words you said to me before your son collapsed, right?” you scoffed. “Dean lay back down now,” you told him as you began taking his boots off. “You are staying here for the night, you understand me?”

“Don’t you boss him around!” John exclaimed. “Dean and I are leaving here now.”

“You can leave if you want to, but Dean is staying put!” you replied, matching his tone. 

“No, he is not!” John yelled. 

You’d never fought with John like this, usually yelling and getting yelled at made your eyes tear up in the most inconvenient way. But this? Dean’s health? You were not about to back down. Not one single tear dared to appear in your eyes as you looked at John with such anger you wanted to slap him across the face… again.

“Why don’t we get a third opinion?” you suggested.

“Yeah, Dean, do you wanna sit here like a pussy or do you wanna go save some fucking lives?” John turned to look at him.

“Don’t answer that,” you said quickly. “I meant, let’s call the nurse and see what they have to say about it.”

Before John could protest, you walked over and pressed the button. It took half a minute—during which you and John stared daggers at each other—but soon the nurse walked in.

“How is everyone?” she asked, noticing the tension in the room.

“Do you think this young man here can leave yet? He’s doing fine and wants to go home,” John said. 

“Let me check his chart,” she replied before doing so. “I would have to no, he should definitely stay here and get some much-needed rest.”

“Is there a doctor—” John started but you stopped him.

“Goddamn it John!” you scoffed. “He is not leaving!” 

“You are not his fucking family!” John shouted, much louder than before. “I am! You aren’t his wife, you aren’t his sister, you aren’t his fucking mother—you are just his current girlfriend, and believe me that’ll fucking change in a heartbeat. You are not in charge of what Dean does, you are not family.” There was a short pause as your eyes brimmed with tears yet you refused to let them fall. John sighed and continued; “I am Dean’s father, I know what’s best for him, and I say he’s packing his things and getting the hell outta here.”

The nurse looked absolutely shocked, her jaw hanging open. The look John gave her made her hurry out of the room.

“Dad,” Dean said, seeing the tears in your eyes. “Dad, you can yell at me all you want, I’m your kid but…” He exhaled shakily as John turned to look at him with a frustrated look. “But you can’t talk to her like that, you just can’t. You might not think of her as family but that’s on you, she is a part of my family, Dad. And yeah, we might not be legally married or whatever but she’s not just my current girlfriend? She basically is my wife, we’re not just… dating?” Dean looked at his father with a sense of desperation, John just had to apologize and you could all drop it. Of course, John, being a stubborn bastard, held his ground and crossed his arms authoritatively. “I-If you aren’t gonna take back what you just said to her y-you can go on this next hunt alone.”

“Excuse me?” John scoffed. 

“You heard me,” Dean replied. “She’s everything to me and I can’t sit idly by while you talk to her like that.”

“So you’re talkin’ back to me now? Like Sammy?” John asked. “Refusing to take orders?”

“This isn’t about me, Dad!” Dean said, his face twisted with guilt. “You know I follow any orders you give, that I’m quick to obey. But you saying Y/n isn’t family? I-I’m sorry but I can’t let that slide, Dad.”

John huffed and abruptly left the room.

“I’m sorry,” you said to Dean the moment John was out of earshot.

“Me too.” Dean smiled sadly as you both wiped your eyes quickly.

“Why don’t we get these jeans off of you so you can be more comfortable?” you suggested patting his shin.

His brows shot up; “Really? Here? Now?”

“Dean, no!” you chuckled, shaking your head. “I meant comfortable so you can go to sleep!”

“Oh…yeah, that makes more sense.” His trademark cocky smile was back and that made your own smile return to your now tear-stained face.

“I’m serious about you staying put, you know.” You nodded toward his pants and he got the message. 

“You can be real stubborn, you know that?” he laughed as he hurried and slipped his pants off. You folded them up and put them on the chair along with his belt. He shrugged off his jacket and you tossed it on top of where the pants sat. 

“Get under the covers,” you said. He rolled his eyes playfully but he obliged nonetheless. 

“Happy?” He smiled when he was comfortable in the bed. 

You nodded; “I love you, Dean.” You leaned down and placed a kiss on his lips, causing his smile to turn more genuine. 

“Hey,” the doctor interrupted as she walked into the room, “Nurse Roberts just told me about the little outburst… everything okay in here?”

“Yeah, just a little misunderstanding is all,” you replied. “But it’s all settled—Dean’s staying the night.”

“That’s good to hear,” she said with a smile. “I’ve gotta be honest I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, clearly anxious about her statement.

“I just meant that your husband is very healthy,” she assured you; “I’ve never seen a young, healthy man like him just collapse from over-exhaustion.”

“First time for everything I guess,” Dean laughed nervously.

You glared at him; “Not funny, babe.”

“She’s right,” the doctor backed you up. “Now, whatever you’ve been doing recently that caused you to lose this much sleep, get this stressed you need to quit it right here, right now.”

“It’s our job, we can’t just… quit,” you said. “But I will definitely keep a closer eye on him from now on, make sure he’s getting enough sleep.”

“You can’t put this all on her, you understand me, Mr. Smith?” She looked at Dean before he nodded shyly. “Mrs. Smith you need to fix your own sleeping habits as well — if you both don’t smarten up and take better care of yourselves, you will definitely be right back here before the end of the year. You got that?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Dean said. 

“Good.” She nodded. “Now, I’m gonna give you a small dose of a mild sedative to help you fall asleep, alright?” She said as she made her way over to Dean’s IV bag to give him the sedative. “You ripped this out the second you woke up, didn’t you?” She asked him when she realized the needle was no longer in his arm. “You two, I swear!” She started preparing to simply inject Dean with the sedative but you stopped her.

“Is there maybe like a pill equivalent to what you’re giving him? He doesn’t really like needles,” you said. 

“There is, would you prefer that?” she asked Dean, and he nodded vigorously. “Alright, I’ll go and grab that for you then. Mrs. Smith the chair in the corner folds out into a small bed if you two don’t want to share one.”

“Oh, that’s alright, I’m not tired,” you said. 

She gave you a look; “Seriously? Hun, what did we just talk about?”

“I get that, but I know Dean’s not gonna sleep properly if he doesn’t feel safe.”

“This is a hospital, it’s safe,” she said. 

“Sorry,” you said with a small shrug, and again she sighed.

At that moment, John decided to walk back into the room, making your breath hitch a little before the doctor left to get the meds for Dean. 

“It’s alright, you two get some sleep; I’ll keep watch,” he said as he made his way over to the chair and sat down. 

“You sure, dad? I thought you said there was a job nearby?” Dean asked. 

John looked at you and smiled ever-so-slightly. Maybe it was something you had said to him, maybe John didn’t want you being alone with Dean while he was so weak, or maybe there never was a job and he didn’t have anything better to do than stay with his son. 

For whatever reason, John Winchester sighed and answered; “You’re more important, Dean. Your safety is more important. Now quit whining and get some sleep.”

Dean pulled the covers back, silently asking you to join him in the bed and, of course, you obliged. You gave him a quick kiss on the lips before getting comfortable in his arms.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he said, kissing your temple. 

“I love you more,” you replied, making him let out a soft laugh. 

“You always gotta one-up me, huh?” he chuckled. 

“Uh-huh,” you giggled. His arms tightened around your frame as he tucked your head under his chin. John couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for treating not only you but his own son so poorly. Every time John saw Dean be this relaxed and happy, you were always the cause. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

By the time the doctor got back about seven minutes later, you and Dean were both fast asleep; the latter letting out snores that gently moved your hair with each breath. She smiled a little at the sight and decided to duck back out of the room so as not to wake you two.

[kcrossvine-art]

hi friends! :D y'all voted and fought neck and neck for this SO- heres the first entry into our little cooking journey of J. R. R. Tolkeins fictional food for his fictional little guys he puts in fictional turmoils for our enjoyment and awe!

 Before we get started i wanna say i owe my heart to all the LotR fans who upkeep the wiki, debate the cannon, and create their own versions of the foods mentioned. Both because of my love for people who LOVE (passionate people)(passion about anything) and because my own knowledge of this series is a little dusty. I've never seen the movies but I did read the books growing up. I'll be learning and remembering things from a fairly newbie standpoint, so no worries if you yourself arent familiar with the series! (and if you are familiar, hopefully youll forgive me!)

We will be making Lembas ('waybread') today! If you've made your own version of this please feel free to share it, similarly if you have any ideas for what we make next!

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to Lembas?” YOU MIGHT ASKWell so the funny thing is we kinda dont know. At least not entirely? The elves are dicks like that. But heres what we'll be using in ours-

Butter

Self-rising flour

Granulated Sugar

Raisins

A small dried fruit of your choosing

Almonds OR Pecans

EGG

Whole Milk

Heavy Cream

And if you would like for dipping-

Blackberry jam

To the extent i understand this is kinda like hardtack from the bri'ish military, but a fantastical version of it that actually tastes really good. Hardtack was a military provision with the texture of a brick that took a long time to spoil and could be easily carried with soldiers. So the texture we're going for is super dense, packed full with nuts and fruits (haha just lik-), but perhaps not that dense. We want something closer to a dog biscuit than actual tack.

I remembered something about corn being mentioned, thankfully the wiki clarified that no actually the british just referred to any grain as corn back in the day. Thank Fuck! Although I would like to try a version of this using masa in the future.

AND, “what does Lembas taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

Took a few tries but eventually got it perfectly chewy and dense

The raisins cook-in like little beads of flavortown sweetness

Cant speak for other fruits but for dried apple it softened up nicely, kinda matching the raisins in the end

Im a big pecan slut, pecans fuck on anything especially here. Crumble them on top after you coat the dough with the egg-mixture for some visual appeal

Somewhat flakey outside

The jam was my idea, it was nice but might be too sweet for some tastes

Would pair very well with a kiwi flavored drink

Or mead

I can see why this would a travelling provision. Its both sugary (a good thing when expending energy) and filling (also a good thing when youre travelling) while not being overwhelming with flavor (if youre prone to motion sickness. Horse sickness? Do get motion sickness on horses?)

Its like how if you're going hiking you want a good mix of sugars and salts, to balance your intake of water.

. If you wanna make it like the illustrations or the movie, use a cookie cutter for either triangles or squares . If you don't have a cookie cutter, an apple cutter also works ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . try to keep the board you'll roll the dough out onto chilled before you use it, it seems better for the texture of the food though i dont entirely know why

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So from beginning to end, it took about an hour and half for the first attempt. Down to about 40 minutes for the second attempt. These are a real simple recipe because its not like a croissant where the margin for error is nonexistent. Middle-earth be damned my boy can work a grill.

I'd recommend storing in a tubberware container, but if you're deadset on using leaves please rinse and dry them first, and wrap the bread in either wax paper or saran wrap underneath. We dont have mallorn leaves in real life (as far as we know) but most salad greens should work, or as Marie Porter says (linked in the reblogs!) a banana leaf.

I really enjoyed the process of making this recipe, itd be really easy to batch-bake these en masse, and the process of eating said recipe. Like all jokes aside, i think this would be a great substitute for trailmix. Its not going to get smushed and even if it breaks a bit it wont affect the taste. It wont keep you fed for a whole day but pair it with some pickles or a salty snack and yeah itll keep your motor running.

I give this recipe a solid 10/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) Let me know if you think I got something wrong, or if you ran into issues with the recipe. We're off to a strong start, lads!

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Ingredients:

6 TBSP butter, chilled

2 cups self-rising flour

1 TBSP granulated sugar

½ cup raisins

½ other dried fruit (strawberry slices, oranges, etc.), chopped

Handful of almonds or pecans, chopped

1 egg, well beaten

½ cup whole milk

4 TBSP heavy cream

Method:

Preheat your oven to 400 f.

Cut the butter into slivers/small pieces. With your hands, combine the butter into the flour in a mixing bowl until the mixture resembles coarse sand.

Chop your dried nuts and dried fruit until it feels right.

Mix in the sugar, raisins, nut, and dried fruit of your choosing

In a seperate bowl, beat the egg until combined, and then mix in the milk until combined. Keep a bit of this mixture to brush the tops of the bread.

Stir while adding the egg/milk mixture and the heavy cream into the flour. Mix just until combined into a soft dough.

Knead the dough until firm on a floured surface.

Roll into a half inch thickness and cut with a square or leaf shaped cookie cutter. (...or in my case, an apple corer).

Place on a lightly greased baking sheet, with about an inch of space between each piece. Brush the tops of the lembas with some of the mixture you saved earlier.

Bake for about 15-20 minutes, or until it turns a soft gold and the inside is chewy.

[craziechwiv]

NNN - 2 (Renora & Arkos)

Jaune and Ren we're both carrying supplies for a movie night with their team, hopefully to deter them from trying to get them both to fail NNN. However once they entered their dorm, their fears were quickly realized.

Both Pyrrha and Nora were stripped down to their panties, their breasts exposed fully while the only thing covering their tips were dollops of whipped cream as Nora posed seductively at the two whilst Pyrrha was as red as the strawberries they had on the table next to them, god knows where they'd end up if Jaune and Ren didn't enter for another minute or so.

J+R: ...

Nora: Sooo, wanna dig in boys~? I know you both got plenty of cream to spare if we run out~.

Pyrrha: It's alright if you don't want to, but uh....please ravage me and do whatever you want~...

Jaune: ...Never thought I'd say this, but let's go hang out with Cardin.

Ren: Y'know what, let's.

And just like that, the two backed up out of the dorm and slam the door shut, leaving two bewildered girls confused but also insulted.

Pyrrha: UGH! They're really not budging this year.

Nora: You can say that again...wanna lick the whipped cream off eachother now?

Pyrrha: ...please be gentle.

Nora: NO PROMISES!

Pyrrha: NORA-

[arrolyn1114]

Next update for "Why Can't You See What You're Doin' To Me?" Coming soon!

Hey y'all!! First off, I'm so sorry this next update took so long but my life has gotten crazy busy these past few months. This next upload though is actually going to be 2 chapters because as I was writing I realized it was better divided up, you'll see why. Hopefully that will make up for the fact that it's been since like February I think since my last update.

The reason my life has gotten so busy is at the end of July when my lease is up I will be moving in with my other half so I've been consumed with moving related duties. After this next update I may not get the next chapter up until after I am moved and settled. I really appreciate your patience in advance and I love all of my readers, you guys are the best! ❤

I just have to do my final proofread of these 2 chapters and then I hope to have them up on AO3 by the end of this week if not sooner.

Also, as we approach the end of the courtroom battle I plan to wrap this story up and start a brand new document for Elvis and Jane's adventures afterwards. Seems like the best plan to do a whole new story after that point. I can't wait for him to enjoy his world tour and everything else he should have had in real life.

I did some updates to the tag list which is under the cut. I hope I got everyone who wishes to be on it but as always, if any changes are needed please do let me know. Sometimes user tags on here work, sometimes they don't cause Tumblr can be buggy at times which is why I highly recommend subscribing or bookmarking on AO3.

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[one-annon]

can you do one where reader has a threesome with the sawyer twins and they kill reader during?

waahh im so sorry this took so long!!! writing block hit SO hard for some reason!! shockingly got this to 2k words - this is also my first x reader smut so please forgive me! hope this is good! (is it obvious im awful at staying serious)

Twins Threesome

you had just started your job at K-OKLA. so far, it was going great! stretch was really nice and lg treated you like a younger sibling. they were patient with you throughout your first few weeks, helping you sort through records as you were instructed. you enjoyed your job and the people you worked with. most of the time, you were just asked to grab a cd, or help lefty in the back with calls.

what you weren't expecting was blood over the floor of the building. you promised to bring your coworkers back some good food. everything was a wreck and you weren't sure what had happened. where were stretch and lefty? were they safe? had they left early? was this a prank? so many questions ran through your head as you looked around. everything was trashed. it was quiet. well, mostly. the only noises came from the office area. you spent some time in there..could they possibly have just spilt something that looks like blood?

you were cautious as you opened the door. instead of finding your coworkers, you found two men. one was laid out on the couch, his purple sunglasses resting on his head. the other man was sat on the floor, messing around with what looked to be - and you hope werent - animal bones. it didn't take long for the men to notice you. what the hell were they doing here? you couldve sworn you were closed during the nights.

"o-oh! another one!" the man on the couch laughed, sitting up where he had been laying. neither of them were very..appealing. but you also didn't have a very normal taste in men. the parts of them that made them relatively gross looking added to their charm. to you, they were both handsome. what a weirdo (me too). the shorter one on the floor lifted his head, a goofy grin on both of their faces. "ooh, and they're real p-pretty!"

you couldnt help how your face heated up at the hippie lookin man's words. pretty? it wasn't very often you get called that. how nice.

the men approached you. "y-yer right..they are p-pretty- th-think we can g-get a taste of 'em, bobby?" he turned to this supposed bobby fellow. you weren't sure what you were supposed to do. two guys were pressing you to a wall and calling you pretty. do you; a) kick the crotch and run b) scream for help c) get horny?

well, a and b were the most logical. you pressed your hands to their chests, trying to push them off. "who are you! let me go!" you shout, lifting your chin to hopefully get your chances of a sliced neck slimmed down. the two men pressed closer, bobby grabbing at your arm and slamming it against the wall. your wrist was seized of all movement, forcing you to sit and squirm. of course..c was still there. it was still an option. you were into men like this. mean, creepy men. men who could (and would) kill you. you were sure what they meant by "a taste" but they both seemed to want some of you. were they gonna eat you? is that what happened to lg and stretch? you shiver at the thought of ending up dead and in these guys' dinner.

"let you go? o-oh but doll! we're j-just starting!" the hippie cackled, turning to the man in the green shirt. " 'member that r-rope in m' bag, nubbins? grab it for me?" nubbins. okay..bobby and nubbins. good to know names. nubbins scurried off, rummaging through a book bag with patches and stickers. bobby turned back toward you, a wicked grin on his face. "n-now listen here..we aint gonna hurt ya yknow? j-just gonna explore your pretty body a little!"

you weren't sure how to feel about that. it's been a while since someone had touched you sexually but also..you didn't know these guys too well. just their names and that they were batshit crazy. and wanted to apparently have sex with you. you could always just escape after…get them tired enough to escape. that could work! perfect. you had a plan and were prepared for it. "fuck..okay." you whisper, biting your lip.

the shorter one, nubbins, was back at your side, maneuvering you to face his brother. choptop held your waist tight, kissing at your neck and watching as the other tied your hands together. he would've done it himself but he knew nubs had been itching to do some bondage recently. they always shared their cravings with each other.

you were forced onto the couch, back down. bobby situated himself between your legs, nubbins just above your head. both men look equally as excited and you cant help but feel yourself get heated. choptop leans over you, the tent in his bellbottoms rubbing so deliciously over your crotch. "stay real still for us now.." he whispered, hands trailing over your body. his hands were warm, light touches going over your chest and down to your thighs.

nubbins was fucking around with his pants, shoving them down with shaky hands before he desperately palms his cock through his dirty boxers. "theyre pr-pretty bobby..think they c-can take y' all?" he was staring down at you with crazed eyes. a small patch of precum was pooling up at the front of his boxers and if they werent removed soon it might drip onto your face.

choptop was already tearing your clothing off, his hands grabbing and scratching anything he could. nubbins was moaning above you, small high-pitched noises that came out paired with little puffs of air. "theyll be fine." he smiled at nubbins, pausing at your underwear. it looked hella beautiful on you..too bad! he reached into his pants pocket and held out a pocket knife. what the fuck was he doing? "hope these a-aint yer faves!" he chuckled.

you screamed as your underwear was cut in half. it left a bloody cut down the middle of your abdomen- neither seemed to care. bobby groaned at the sight, fishing his cock from his boxers. you could hear nubbins doing something similar and, after a quick glance at them both, you realized just what you were facing. nubbins' length rested on your cheek, heavy and full. it had more length than girth but you knew it would still reach your guts if you were taking him from the other end.

bobbys cock wasn't much different. maybe a little more girthy. neither of them seemed to shave and they both were uncut..and leaking. nubbins rubbed his cock up onto your face, watching closely at your expressions. you let out a pathetic mewl, squirming and trying to get away from the mess he was slowly creating on the couch.

you were too busy thinking about their cocks to notice the cold feeling on your neck. nubbins panted heavily, the blade against your jugular shaking from his grip. "careful with 'em, nubbins.." you heard bobby warn, spitting on his fingers and running them over your hole. you shivered at the feeling, shouting when he started shoving a finger into you. you cried, tossing your head back onto the other twins' lap and exposing more of your neck to him.

it hurt like a bitch. you already had a whole finger in you and you felt like it was too much. bobby pistoned his finger in and out of your heat, making sure to curl it. nubbins shifted his positioning, moving himself and your head just a little. he pressed his thumb into your mouth, prying your jaws apart and slowly pushing his dick through your lips inch by inch. he tasted rather salty, but it did keep you quiet.

you stared up at him, watching as he tilted his head back and let out a loud moan. if you had to guess, he hadn't been blown in a while - or ever. you at least tried to make this somewhat pleasurable, running your tongue down the underside of his shaft. nubbins whimpered, pulling his cock back before easing it in again.

you choked up around his dick, lifting your leg to accommodate whatever the fuck bobby was up to. a second finger was pushed into you, then a third. he seemed to be getting antsy. and he was. bobby was getting jealous of the treatment you were giving his brother and felt he needed attention too! his cock mattered too didnt it?

you groaned at the stretch, closing your eyes tightly. "thats it…" you heard bobby say. a little shuffling was the only warning you got before his fingers were removed and replaced with his cock. in your opinion, there wasnt enough lube. but you couldnt really speak your opinion due to nubbins' cock, so you defaulted to a loud scream and a gag.

bobby leaned down, his lean frame towering over yours. he pushed your shirt up, holding it to your shoulders. you whine loudly as the ac's cool breeze hit your nipples, though the uncomfortable freeze didn't last too long. choptop grazed his tongue over your hardened nipples, giving you a bit of warmth from the saliva. he nibbled and sucked and licked and thrusted. long and slow thrusts in and out of your hole. it was starting to feel good for you, fucking finally.

the two kept their pace relatively the same, pounding you from every angle they could. bobby kissed over your skin, leaving small bites and bruises in his path. his hips continued to slam into yours, heavy breathing cooling your hot skin. nubbins was in the same state, moaning and crying out every time your tongue dug into the slit of his tip. he seemed to be the more sensitive brother, the inexperienced one. despite the rather submissive noises he was making, he was a little more violent than bobby. he was the one holding a knife to your neck. he was the one holding your hair with one hand to aid him in fucking your head on his cock.

bobby was a lot more patient. he had sped his thrusts up, but he was still gentle. he held onto your hips, digging his blunt nails into your skin. "good fuckin' doll.." he would mumble, nipping your ear lobe every time he got closer to your neck. bobby made sure to keep an eye on his brother. while he didn't mind the extra meat, he would rather you stay alive during your ride back home. how else was he supposed to keep you in their shared room if you couldnt even walk yourself up the stairs? he wanted to hear you scream, man!

unfortunately for you, he wasn't able to stop his dear brother. nubbins got a little too excited and ran the knife across your bite-covered throat. he grunted, pressing the tip of his cock all the way to the back of his throat and shooting his load. it was warm, salty, and it was a lot. you werent worried about that though. what you were worried about was the fact you were actively bleeding and you were losing your vision. nubbins let his cock slip from your mouth, panting hard from the adrenaline his climax gave. "aw-…aw shit.." he muttered.

choptop groaned, relishing in the way your body tightened up around him. he followed soon after his brother, filling your hole with the same substance that was down your throat. he looked up, noticing how you were currently dying. literally. "god dammit nubbins!" he shouted, frowning. "i-i told ya to keep 'em livin'!! i dont want no corpse in our room!"

the boy scoffed, crossing his arms and looking down at you. neither of them seemed very concerned about how you were bleeding to death. "ah, fuck. now we better put this one out o' its misery…" bobby grumbled to himself, tugging his dick out of you and watching as his cum leaked out. he snapped back out of his thoughts at a gargled scream you attempted. bobby huffed, rolling his eyes as he buttoned his jeans and sliced your throat just a bit deeper, making you meet your end.

the last things you heard at the end of your time on the shithole planet of earth were two guys arguing about what to tell their older brother when they arrived home with a body full of cum. what a way to end your life huh? ---- how the hell do you end a book also its 2 am if you see any mistakes no you dont (thank you again for your request! again i deeply apologize for the delay <3)

[velvetreds]

SUNDAY

as of [whenever i am posting this, although it is being written in my notes app on sunday] , ENDGAME and the 200 follower event are both going on HIATUS indefinitely . feel free to still send requests for it though !! i will try to do them to the best of my ability but no consistency is guaranteed . it is not that i don't want to write, but rather i cannot post . the internet / wifi has been turned off since wednesday (as of sunday) to prevent further issues . life is scary ,, of course ,, but we stay strong fr . not sure when all this will end but yeah . oh !! basically my country's on the brink of civil war (as of sunday ,, hopefully situations will improve) and everything's shut down . no school until idk when ,, but there is also a curfew and no TV to know wtf is going on . search up bangladesh quota protests to know more . try to spread it around ,, idk . they are killing kids on the streets . not just the students . actual kids . civilians . save bangladeshi students . i will try to stay safe !! hopefully my family and i have nothing to fear ,, as we're living in one of the inner parts of the city and our city is more peaceful than violent right now !! but wtvr . none of this really matters . what matters is that [bad things] woman is willing to do anything ,, incl . burn her own country down to stay in power . they are watching us (i wish this was a joke but i have seen/heard the drones)

ily ygs :33 idk if the internet will stay or not so im literally word vomiting everything i can LMFAO

this is freaky bro its so scary i cant .

if i get enough time n motivation i might redo endgame as a whole tbh

either way . stay safe ,, ill stay safe ,, may we meet again in happier times .

or like tmr if these bitches dont cut the net again

also ; update as of 2am tuesday ,, still no wifi or tv or school odhdjdj i wna die so bad

7pm ish tuesday ,, getting broadband connections back but no yt or facebook (idc) . office hours ,, albeit shortened ones are restarting in my city but other places are experiencing curfew still afaik .

THEY TOOK IT BQCK BUT ALSO LIKE. ITS SO SLOW

hyena // j out : )

tags bc yeah

@alchemisticramblings HAM:( TELL SHO HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALSO I CANT GET ON DISCORD BC NOTHINGS WORKING

@sweetlyvibe NORA !!!

@mixzimi MIMI !!!!!

@weepingangelboy dad we r so fucked plz kidnap me alr

[snickerdoodlles]

May I please get a headcanon about Korn's (hopefully soon) death

nonny u are speaking my love language. i think you will be delighted to know that tortoise and i are so consistent in killing off Korn in our fics that i even have a patricide bingo chart to keep track of everyone who gets a crack at patricide.

however, posting that would be spoilers, so instead have some gashlycrumb tinies: Korn edition, i spent much too long thinking about (ty @majestictortoise who gave me the idea and helped me finish the list 😂❤❤❤)

patricide bingo

A is for accident, he fell off a balcony B is for backfired, a plan not thought through C is for Chay, who just shot him one day D is for drowning in the Deutsche Bank pool E is for eels, which all villain lairs need F is for family, taking turns stabbing G is for garage, with the engine still running H is for heart attack, reported as natural I is for injection, delivered under the tongue J is for jungle, stranded for dead K is for killbox, a conspiracy’s end L is for lye, stripping skin from bone M is for middleborn, pushed past his limit N is for nepotism, his heir’s cleaning house O is for outsourced, the boys deserved a vacation P is for predator, snapped up like a mouse Q is for quick, the brothers fresh out of patience R is for revenge by a kidnapped victim S is for smothered under his down feather pillow T is for trampled, a true accident after all U is for united, his sons joined together V is for Valium, a bad mix with whisky W is for wrench, Vegas came out swinging X is for Xanax, it’s even worse with both Y is for youngest, breaking out of the loop Z is for zipper, he ripped off his dick

Send an ask, get a headcanon

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #171

Today did not go exactly like I expected it to. And that's all right. I'm just really tired.

I went to physical therapy early this morning. Some work was done on the muscles on my back between the right side of my ribcage and the right side of my pelvis. Those muscles were unexpectedly very angry, but I guess I should have expected it, since those muscles are attached to my ribcage, and something near the top of my ribcage, on my front, on the right side, is out of place right now, and has been for at least the last couple of years now.

Today, all day, taking a deep breath felt kind of like my ribs were being ripped from my sternum on my right side, and that's been kinda difficult to deal with, but it isn't exactly new. Still, I guess I'm just getting pretty sick of being in pain all the time. I'm getting sick of not being able to use my right arm without pain, too. And I'm getting sick of not being able to go back into the water. My mermaid tail and monofin have sat unused for such a long time now, and… I guess it feels more than a little sad today, especially since the weather is getting warmer.

I belong chasing after very confused fish and finding pretty rocks and abandoned shells at the bottoms of lakes. I miss mermaid training. But I'm not sure I'm ever gonna be able to do any of that stuff again, and some days it weighs on me a little heavier than on other days.

But some nice stuff happened today, too. I got a song sparrow plush, in honor of the one that Arremo caught some time ago… I don't know if you remember me talking about it. I couldn't save it; it died in my hands.

...I can put this one next to the cardinal plush that I got in honor of the cardinal that got struck by a car, if you remember that letter, 8 days after the sparrow. Hopefully they don't have to be lonely. Maybe their souls can visit my house sometime if they want to. If you see them around as you toodle about the Edge of Creation, will you tell them I love them and that I'm still thinking about them and that I hope they're okay, wherever they are?

After physical therapy, J and I went to my friend R's house. R is an amazing cook and baker; he's one of the best that my planet can offer, and everything he makes always tastes astounding. He wanted to try making mushroom risotto for the first time, and invited those of my house to come try it, and he invited his friend K, too, and we all had a wonderful time talking about various things together.

R made snack trays for us:

...And at some point, we went outside into his yard, and he showed us his garden. He's growing squash and corn and tomatoes and some herbs. I took a couple pictures of the trees and the clouds for you:

We also had a larger-than average squirrel staring at us while making weird noises, so that was pretty funny:

Here's how the risotto turned out; it was absolutely fabulous:

...By then, J had gone to retrieve Br, so J, R, K, Br, and I were all eating the risotto together, and that was pretty awesome.

...I wish you could have been there, too. Goodness knows when is the last time you had a decent meal in good company. I wish you could pop by for a visit.

After that, J and I went to Br's house for a while. We ended up not getting back home until pretty late, and that's why today's letter to you is also pretty late. I managed to snag some good pictures at Br's house for you, though; I hope you'll like these:

...I also got video of the rain that came to R's house. But I'll wait until tomorrow to share that with you; it is very late, and I gotta go to bed.

I love you. I'm thinking about you all the time, and wishing you could be here to enjoy all the wonderful, wholesome stuff alongside me. Alas. But I'll write more to you tomorrow, so please stay safe out there, okay?

Your friend, Lumine

[hockeynoses]

I have to do a quick rant and this is the only place I can really post it. Because hopefully no one here will judge me and also because I mention spellings in snz fics. (Honestly there is so much the vanillas will just never understand.)

I posted my first non-snz R/J fic to AO3 for the first time in forever and immediately got an essay-length comment on it saying that spelling out Jam/ie's accent is classist. (Rant under the cut)

Now, to preface this, I only typed out Jam/ie's accent a few times, and it only ever involved leaving the 'g' off, such as "fuckin'," "borin'," etc. And a couple instances of "sorreh," or "I get yeh." Things like that.

This person wrote me a whole ass essay about how it's classist to type that out and if the characters are from England they wouldn't hear it any differently and it should be spelled normal, etc. They said it's similar to spelling out Southern accents. Which, I can see a point being made there in the sense of old racist shit, but like... this is not that.

I'm American and I spelled out some of his accent because I think it's cute and it's very distinct and it helps me hear it when I read it. I'm charmed and I like the sound of it! So fuckin' sue me, I guess. (See, I can type out my own accent too. 🙄) I wanted to argue with them like - so no one is able to type out an accent ever? What about an NYC accent? Is that off the table too?

It was just bonkers to me and I felt like saying - this is why people get so stressed about posting fics. If you want people to post less fics and not participate in fandom, this is the way to go about it.

I let their comment sit for about an hour, debating how to answer. In the end I just responded with, "nah, that's no fun," and deleted both comments. I'm open to learning, but I don't want to waste my time arguing and ruin my whole day over something I feel is innocuous on my part.

Part of me also wanted to say - WELL I'm in the snz community and we happen to LIKE spelling out our shit there. Whether it be snzs or congested dialog or what have you. So fuck me, I guess, if it transferred over into a vanilla fic. See if I ever post shit for them again.

If you read all of that, I commend you! Thanks for listening. Rant over!

[vivi-in-the-sky-with-diamonds]

John's SFW Alphabet

(photo from ??, forgot again, ik I suck)

Hello, loves! This was due yesterday but I just couldn't bring myself to get on my laptop (I was feeling quite sick with a headache) lol. Will hopefully post again tomorrow to get back on schedule. This is the sequel to this post. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Mr. Lennon is not the most affectionate guy in the world. He shows his affection sometimes, but he’s not big on PDA. Enjoys kissing a little too much.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

John’s one of those best friends where you question how you’re even still friends with him. You’ve probably known him so long, you forgot exactly how you met.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

As much as he hates to admit it, John is more cuddly than one would imagine. He loves it when you “cradle” him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

John’s leans less toward the idea of settling down. If he really really liked you, he’d consider it more. Secretly enjoys baking bread.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Unfortunately, he’s the type to rip off the band-aid. He’d hate to see them upset, but he’d say it’s for the best.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Like I said before, he leans less toward the idea of marriage and settling down. If he did end up marrying you, it’d be a while before he did.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Somewhere in the middle, but usually more gentle physically than emotionally.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

John is conflicted on whether or not he likes hugs. It depends on the person and how close they are. More than likely has a soft spot for your hugs.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Not as fast as you’d like. He doesn’t want to make the mistake of saying it to someone who won’t say it back.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

This man’s natural skin colour may as well be green. Can be quite angry when he’s in a jealous mood.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Sloppy. He always just goes for it. Loves to kiss you on your lips and neck and basically anywhere else. Loves to be kissed on his neck and nose. Bonus: please do not kiss his stomach without a compliment prepared because he will get in his feelings about his weight (poor baby).

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Somewhat okay with children. Kids tend to flock to him, and he doesn’t understand why.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

John spends a lot of mornings songwriting. To involve you, he’ll practice them on his guitar, with you singing.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

A lot of nights are spent by the radio, either listening to a programme or dancing.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

This man is a closed book, locked up tight. You have to be really, really close before he starts opening up.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

John has quite a short fuse. It’s longer with you, but with everyone else, he could explode at any given moment.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

John remembers the big things like birthdays, anniversaries, etc., but tends to forget some of the smaller things.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The day you finally agreed to go out with him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Extremely protective. Will keep a crowbar on standby to defend you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

John puts in effort, but probably not as much as you’d like.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Bites his nails excessively.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not extremely concerned but more so than you’d think. When his hair is shorter, he likes to make sure it’s tidy, but once it grows out, he cares slightly less.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Probably, unless your relationship ends up being short and casual.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

John sleeps with socks on. Keeps his feet warm :)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

John’s open to just about anything. Very much hates when anyone mentions his weight.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Similarly to Paul, John also sleeps like a rock. Likes to wear matching pyjamas. Stomach sleeper through and through. Definitely takes up half the bed.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Fluff Alphabet!

Decided to cave in and do a fluff alphabet! I couldn't find one specific list that I liked in it's entirety so this is going to be an amalgamation of several as well as some (hopefully) unique prompts! Alphabet under the cut, but first, some basic rules and stuff so this doesn't get too too chaotic

Same basic rules that apply to my main posts will apply here; some characters are blacklisted (off3nderman and jul1us the dressmaker) as well as limiting characters that are originally minors in source (personal boundary, I don't feel comfortable writing romantic stuff for them, not that I will condemn others for it!!) and of course please don't rush or pressure me to finish your request- it can get demotivating :(

For a request with one character you can request up to 10 letters, with two-three characters you are limited to 5 letters! Anymore than that gets 3, just to help keep the post from getting too terribly long and cluttered. Max number of characters is 5

I'm not sure how long imma be doing this, probably for a while since I love alphabet stuff so!!

A- ATTRACTION (What they look for in a partner/find desirable, their type)

B- BONDING (What activities do they do with their partner?)

C- CUDDLING (How do they feel about it? Who's big/little spoon?)

D- DATES (What does a romantic night look like for them? Do you stay in or go out?)

E- EMOTION (How emotional are they in the relationship? Do they wear their heart on their sleeve or pick up a cool and collected mask?)

F- FAMILY (Do they want children? If so how many?)

G- GIFT GIVING (What gifts do they bring to their partner? What gifts do they like receiving?)

H- HARSH (How often do you two get into arguments or misunderstandings? Who tries to patch things up first?)

I- INJURY (How do they cope when their partner gets hurt? Are they able to care for their partner? Or if the roles were reversed, would they want their partner to take care of them?)

J- JEALOUSY (How jealous do they get? How do they handle it?)

K- KISSES (Their favorite place and way to kiss you, and their favorite place to be kissed)

L- LOVE LANGUAGE (How they show their love)

M- MARRIAGE (Do they wanna get married or are they content with a long term relationship? Marriage isn't the end all be all, after all)

N- NO (What are their deal breakers? What can and will break the relationship apart?)

O- ODDITY (What are their quirks or habits?)

P- PET NAMES (What do they call you? What do they like to be called?)

Q- QUESTION (Curiosity! What common questions do they ask you?)

R- RISK (How far are they willing to go for you?)

S- SHH (What/How many secrets do they hold?)

T- TUNES (Your song! What song do you guys associate with the relationship?)

U- UPSET (What is it like when one of you are upset? How do you cheer the other up?)

V- VALENTINE (How is the holiday spent?)

W- WARRIOR (How they feel about you working alongside them in their work/fighting)

X- X-RAY (How well can they read you?)

Y- YEARN (How do they cope with separation, if they struggle at all?)

Z- ZZZZ (What's it like to share a bed with them?)

Tags below in tags aren't really all the characters I do but a majority I can confidently write, if I can't do a character for whatever reason I'll let you know!

[nyansequitur]

Finished crafting my long-term build plan, besides skill books. Honestly don't know where to go from here. Probably giving each operator a module? In any case, more detailed info about what exactly I farmed below the cut. CN spoilers, photos, and a lot of talking below.

I suppose let's start with the goal.

Module 1/2/3: J/essicat Alter, L/iskarm

E1/E2/SL7: C/ivlight Eterna, A/sh, E/la

S1M1/M2/M3: P/allas, V/igil, M/izuki, C/ement

S2M1/M2/M3: S/hining, I/nsider, C/ivlight Eterna, A/miya (Medic), A/sh, H/oshiguma, S/hamare, F/iametta, I/frit, C/eobe, S/ilence Alter, S/wire Alter, A/miya (Guard), C/eylon, P/roviso, I/nes, S/iege, S/kadi, B/laze, B/lemishine, M/udrock

S3M1/M2/M3 T/horns, S/hu, S/hining, F/artooth, E/xecutor Alter, M/agallan, C/arnelian, D/egenbrecher, L/ee, S/uzuran, N/earlter, M/lynar, V/iviana, L/essing, V/irtuosa, H/oederer, E/la, B/agpipe, P/ozemka, R/osa, E/yja, P/assenger, H/o'olheyak, L/in, K/al'tsit, N/ightingale, L/umen, S/tainless, A/ak, G/ladiia, D/orothy, A/miya (Caster), S/aga, F/lametail, M/uelsyse, S/urtr, Q/iubai, C/hongyue, H/orn, E/unectes, E/xusiai, C/h'en

broke up names so I (hopefully) don't appear when searching for any operator ever lol

Before I start mastering skills, this is the stage of my depot.

Which should hopefully put into context why I have no base morale at the moment

Why didn't I start crafting earlier? Because I didn't know when I was going to be hitting the finishing point and didn't want to overcraft expensive materials that I would be getting as gameplay rewards. (Pick your poison really, if you start crafting early you can make good use of byproducts but poor use of event mats, and vice versa.)

The krooster planner I used looks like this

If I reset the stock to zero, penguin stats estimates it @ 277.5k sanity, although it doesn't account for event rewards or farming rate ups, so the real number is significantly less. It also doesn't calculate chips/skill books however, so forces going both ways on the estimate.

Upper number is how many I need, lower number is how many I have. Ignore the green book count, that's how many green books I would need if I got no more blue ones.

Blue books are what I'm farming at the moment, and the chips will be farmed once the CN operators are closer to release. I think (I hope) natural sanity and events will be enough given my backlog, but only time will tell. I don't want to do more sanity math please.

This took me, uh. About since my last build plan was completed at the end of February, so. Just over five months-ish? Unfortunately there is no satisfying payoff like the last build plan

due to masteries taking forever to complete. Near all earned OP since then was converted into sanity refreshes minus some skins. Don't have a good estimate on how much OP I bought for sanity at the moment, but it did definitely happen.

Why did I do this? A desire for maximum sanity efficiency, at first, although mostly it was a goal I set for myself about not leaving built ops or 6*s behind. (This can also be observed in how I level my operators, besides the CC12 crew, fwiplord exam crew, and some early game ops/favorites, most of my e2s are between levels 35 and 45 because I level the weakest e2 first.)

Anyways, I like having a goal to work towards in regards to building ops that can remain constant for months. Watching as the Penguin Stats sanity estimate slowly crept down (or went up when I pulled a new 6*.)

I might do a smaller build queue of 4-5* operators actually. If you made it this far, send me unbuilt ops you consider 'bad' or never see usage of (or just like) I guess.

[kennysmoviepage]

Here is a list of all time favorite marvel and dc sagas among the biggest crossover list to see who is the baddest of them all or is it too close to say whom is the heavy weight champ of super hero lore?

Which would you vote for as the best

A) Deadpool

B) X-men Including X-men Days of Future Past and all the trilogies which X-men was the fav as we saw the rise of Professor X and Magnetto whom were a pretty damn good duo. They never got Gambit right until thank god for Deadpool once again saving the day.

However the clash of Deadpool origins as one describes his creation from a lab project gone wrong hence the first fight of Wolverine Origin and Deadpool in X-men Origina and the more current version of his timeline in which actually FRANCIS would not of been the object of hate much like wolverines hate for the Trucker in his original Wolverine Origins. Deadpool would have then been even more a foe of Wolverine but Wolverine maid it difficult for that Deadpool to even be a side note

Logan was maybe one of my stand alone Wolverine movie best thou and they were good to use that in the current Deadpool saga.

We all know what new Deadpool did with that montrasty of the old Deadpool in Deadpool 2

C) Iron Man was my favorite over the Cap America’s and really Cap got shorted a movie to make a saga as after Winter Soldier we were already in the Civil War and Avengers rise of Ultran

We had to get Buck’s story first then the Falcon was launched with the more recent 2025 Cap America.

D) The Avengers and nothing is as good a build up to End Game and the most iconic foe titan Thanos.

E) I ll take the Dark Knight my fist DC saga and yeah I am biased that went against my youth as I was a kid during my the Michael Keaton saga of Batman as well as Val Kilmer was my era of becoming a super hero movie fan along with original Superman movies with Christopher Reeves

F) I must not forget Blade

G) Guardians of the Galaxy

H) Spider-Man all of them Toby Andrew and Tom all rocked the shit out of that Spidey role I think they all great.

I) and they should have their own category Into the Spiderverse Across the Spiderverse and we know the end of this Saga is upon us in the near future

J) Thor as we do not have Loki either if we don’t have Thor

K) As well as Wakanda forever and the Black Panther saga

L) Man of Steel Batman vs Superman and Justice League I thought Man of Steel was the best but the other two didn’t make my cut for all time in my mind.

M) Dr Strange and all of his Multiverses of Madness

N) Venom one was awesome 2 I didn’t see yet but the upcoming Venom movie in the fall looks pretty good.

O) Antman was extremely great and

P) Hulk and only the Incredible Hulk not Eric Bana and Ed Norton was my preferred hulk but Ruffalo was a nice addition but he sort of was a stretch for me to be as good as Norton’s portrayal I was upset with the Hulk John Woo version and if you were around the hype was as bad as when we saw Godzilla in 1999 well actually a re vised Godzilla that was a far looking different Godzilla than the Godzilla we always saw growing up.

Q) Aquaman never really interested me but I guess we must include

R) Wonder Woman and 84 and we know she appears in Justice League as well as Batman vs Superman

S) Shazam not a big fan here but I got give respect that his series is better than anything in this next choice

T) Fantastic Four it’s a shame and hopefully they get it right with the next adaptation of Dr Doom who besides Thanos was really a bad dude in which took all Four and. Silver Surfer to take down.

U) Harley Queen as well as the Bird-of Prey and Suicide Squad

V) Spawn this needs a revision but I didn’t mind the OG.

W) Blue Beatle just saw it and it was a good start

X) Daredevil sorry Ben and double sorry as casted as Batman and that too was two strikes for Mr Afleck

Y) The Punisher

Z) Ghost Rider

Now the last few here technically didn’t make the Saga criteria but along with Logan even though it was an end but not for ever end .were decent hopefully to something that could have been even better if they did the adaptation better down the road. The Punisher series is a series I will have to revisit as well as the Flash but the Flash just could never get that mass fan fare as much as any other DC character I still think Superman or Batman is an always better draw for audiences which is a shame but it is the reality. And maybe it could have caught up to Spider-Man success but it really never launched as much as the future for DC moving forward.

If you want to vote leave your top two or three in the comments or reshare with the gif or charachter of choice if you choose to do so and thank you for voting and might of even forgot someone on this list but I think besides Flash Gordon fans people should be satisfied with the choices.

[pingunaa]

ALMOST THE HOLIDAYS SO THAT MEANS ITS ALMOST TKME FOR ME TO REDO MY ROOM!!!

i think i talked abkut this before? but im so excited! my sister is planning on getting a new bed and i have had this stupid bed for like… 4 years?? mine is a loft bed with a desk and i really dont like it 😭 (anymore atleast) i sleep with a bajillion of pkushies so i wake up in the middle of the night from the noise of plushies falling off my bed and it’s terrifying 😔 i also keep these door hangers on the skde of my bed and sometimes i oush it off in my sleep so THAT wakes me up too! and them in the morning im tired j stuff i sometimes trip over it 😔 my sisters bed is basically and upgrade lol. shes planning on getting a basic bed frame cus she rearranged her room n stuff and she heard me talking to my dad about getting a new bed and she aas like “omg… r u redoing ur room?” and thats how the plan came out lol. SHE AAS SOO DEDICATED she helped me plan a layout and jts super cool! for my new desk im getting the corner desk from ikea hehe. the plan is to sell my bed for the money to get the desk so its basically free! my room is super boring so i have just been on ointerest for ideas to decorate too and i think its cool so here r some of the pics i found hehe

these r just ideas of how im gonna set it up or just inspo in general lol hopefully i will have time to go op shopping 4 sum decor before holidays end!!