#Butternut is SO CUTE

[d00dleybear]

Waffles and Biscuit had a little kitten named Butternut 🥰

[mckinlily]

Butternut and I are having a disagreement.

She believes she belongs on the bathroom counter. I do not.

Frankly, I do not know who is winning.

…it's probably not me

[shadowingeclipse]

such a happy boi with his fav blankey <3

[pekingin-ankka]

I don't know why it was important for me to memorize the names of the yellow and blue Tattletails but I did it anyway. If anyone at any point came to me and asked what is the name of the yellow Tattletail, I would immediately go "Butternut." Blue Tattletail? Dewdrop. Bam. I'd be able to name them even if someone woke me up in the middle of the night and asked for their names.

[hopecomesbacktolife]

ooh, this sounds lovely, and is very similar to the butternut squash soup I make sometimes! I tend to bake the halved squash for 20-30 min before dicing and adding to the pot to soften it up a bit (I also use a crock pot and let the whole thing just bubble and boil all day so that the whole house smells like soup 😍)

in addition to carrots and celery, I also toss in diced apples, potatoes, bell peppers, and sometimes a tomato or two. I’ve never used a cream ingredient in it before though, and after seeing this post I’m thinking I’ve gotta try that because it sounds like it would make the end texture even better!

for spices, in addition to cinnamon and nutmeg and salt, I like to add in ginger, cloves, and a dash of pepper; I haven’t tried it yet with turmeric but adding a dash of that might be great as well!

after letting it cook all day and then cool slightly before blending, I like to serve it with a topping of: a spoon of sour cream, a couple pumpkin seeds or a sprinkling of sesame seeds, and a dash of parsley 🥄

pspsps hey tumblr have some soup

cream of butternut squash, made vegan by use of coconut milk in place of cream

bread is a sourdough pullman's loaf

lemme know in the notes if you want either recipe since both of these are my own variants

[thepencilnerd]

Right Place, Right Time

pairing: off-duty Dr. Jack Abbot x F!Doctor!Reader genre: crack meets cozy, meet-cute(ish), mutual pining summary: Your first day off in weeks was supposed to be quiet. Instead, you ended up chasing down a purse thief at the farmers market—armed with nothing but a butternut squash. Luckily, Abbot was right behind you. word count: 1.3k a/n: can you tell I watch kdramas - ft. vigilante vegetables, Abbot’s quiet awe, and one shared squash. also I just realized that Shawn Hatosy was in The Faculty, all childhood crushes lead to home

It was your first day off in weeks. The kind of day where you’d promised yourself you’d sleep in, stay in bed, maybe make pancakes. Instead, your eyes snapped open at 6:47 AM. No alarm, no notification, no reason. Just muscle memory and a brain that refused to shut up. 

After 45 minutes of staring at the ceiling, three failed attempts at meditation, and a solid internal debate about whether watching trauma compilation videos on YouTube counted as self-sabotage, you decided to go for a walk.

The farmers market felt like a good idea—low stakes, decent people watching, maybe a loaf of bread or something overly artisanal involving lavender and eucalyptus. 

You were about halfway through your second lap past the honey stand when you heard it: a woman’s shout, followed by a blur of motion out of the corner of your eye. A man sprinted past, clutching a purse.

You blinked. Looked at the stunned woman.

And took off running.

In hindsight, it was a terrible idea. You had no backup, no plan, and you were wearing your least aerodynamic hoodie. But something primal kicked in, motivated mostly by the audacity of men in today’s age, and your feet were already moving.

You chased him past a stall of heirloom tomatoes, down a gravel path, narrowly dodged a man with a stroller—and then, acting on pure adrenaline and chaos, you snatched a butternut squash from a produce display and hurled it like a missile. It hit him square between the shoulder blades—enough to knock him off balance without risking a lawsuit.

He stumbled. Went down hard. The purse skidded out of his hand and into a nearby pile of decorative gourds.

You skidded to a stop and hunched over with your hands on your knees, catching your breath. It was a Sunday miracle. Then something—or someone—slammed into you from behind. You went down with an undignified yelp, landing in the grass. A moment later, a familiar voice groaned from where he landed next to you.

"Damn..."

You turned your head. "Dr. Abbot?"

He was already pushing himself up on his elbows, hair a windblown mess, sweater askew, expression somewhere between sheepish and incredulous.

"Shit, are you okay?" he asked, voice laced with worry. "I saw you take off. I didn’t know what was happening, so I—"

"Chased me?"

He winced. "Yeah. I think I owe you a new sweater."

Crouching beside you, he scanned you head to toe, his voice weighted with affect. "Anywhere hurt? You took a hard fall back there."

Then, without waiting for your answer, he slipped an arm under your shoulders and another beneath your knees, lifting you with a quiet grunt. His arms were strong, steady, and his hands—warm, broad, callused—held you with the kind of care that made your heart question its rhythm.

You both looked over at the man groaning on the ground. The purse lay just beyond him, untouched.

The police were quick to arrive, picking him up and the purse off the ground and taking him away with practiced efficiency. Abbot raised a hand in greeting to one of the officers—apparently someone he knew—before turning back to you.

He carried you a few paces to a nearby bench, the gravel crunching beneath his running shoes, before easing you down gently like you were made of glass.

"Sit. Breathe. You good?" he asked, crouching again beside you, brows furrowed with concern.

You nodded slowly, then winced as your fingers brushed over a scratch on your cheek. "Just a scrape," you muttered.

Abbot’s hand came up gently, fingertips brushing the edge of your jaw as he tilted your face toward the light. His thumb was warm and careful against your skin, and you nearly melted right then and there.

With the kind of casual grace that only made it worse, he pulled an alcohol pad from the pocket of his zip-up—of course he was prepared—and tore it open. He dabbed it gently over the scratch, his touch featherlight despite the sting.

"Sorry," he murmured, brows furrowed. Then, he pulled out a bandaid, peeled it open, and added, "Hold still," before placing it just below your cheekbone with careful precision. His hands were steady, practiced—like he’d done this a hundred times, just never on you.

Between his firm but gentle instructions and the way he touched you—like you were fragile and fierce all at once—you were pretty sure you’d jump off a cliff with a smile if he asked you to.

"Thanks." You cleared your throat, voice quieter than before. "Are you okay?"

He gave a sheepish half-smile. "You broke most of my fall. I'm so sorry..."

"Well, next time try not to use me as a crash mat," you teased, suppressing a smile.

He chuckled. "Deal. But I still owe you a proper thank you. Maybe pancakes."

"Now you’re speaking my language."

Abbot glanced at you again, cheeks flushing. "You, uh... you have a mean throwing arm."

You snorted. "Years of chucking chart binders at interns and childhood taekwondo will do that for you."

The sound he made might’ve been a laugh, if he hadn’t still been breathless from the fall. He sat back, looking at you with quiet awe. "That was pretty badass. And kind of terrifying. In a good way."

You raised a brow. "You ran full speed through a market to back me up. I’d say that’s at least medium terrifying."

He looked down, suddenly bashful. "I didn’t really think. Just saw you running and... moved."

You blinked. Felt something flutter in your chest. "That’s kind of sweet. Reckless, but sweet." You looked him over then, really looked—noticed the zip-up, the moisture-wicking fabric, the sweat-damp hair at his temples. "Wait, were you out for a run?"

He gave a lopsided shrug. "Yeah. It’s kind of how I burn off steam after shifts. This is actually my usual route. Never seen you here before, though."

You nodded, rubbing the back of your neck. "Couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d walk it off before I lost my mind."

Abbot's mouth pulled into something small and understanding. "Good call."

You chuckled. "Barely. This was supposed to be a calm day."

"Hey, you stopped a thief with a squash. That’s more productive than most of my days off. You realize you’re basically a vegetable vigilante now, right?"

You huffed a laugh and nudged him with your shoulder. "God, that was such a dad joke. Do you rehearse those or are they just built into your DNA?"

Abbot held up a finger. "A quality dad joke. There’s a difference. And no, I don't have a repertoire of jokes. Much like medicine, they come to me naturally."

Your eyes rolled out of habit but couldn’t stop smiling. It was the kind of smile that stayed in your cheeks, in your chest, even as the quiet settled again between you.

It wasn’t awkward. It was easy. Familiar. Like the start of something.

A beat passed between you.

Abbot realized he was staring—at you. The way sunlight caught in your hair, your stray baby hairs blowing in the wind, the calm still blooming behind your smile. Something about the moment made his chest ache in the gentlest way.

He blinked, cleared his throat, and finally glanced toward the street. "There’s a café a block from here. Good coffee. Even better breakfast. Want to walk with me?"

You didn’t hesitate. "Yeah. I’d like that."

Before leaving, Abbot stooped to pick up the slightly dented butternut squash from where it had landed. You walked with him to the stall it had come from, both of you still a little dazed from the chaos. The woman running the stand took one look at the scene, then waved him off before he could pull out his wallet.

"Don’t even worry about it," she said with a wink. "You two make a great couple."

Neither of you corrected her.

You laughed as the two of you turned back toward the sidewalk. Abbot cradled the squash like a trophy. "Well, now we definitely have to make soup or something."

"Or risotto," you added.

"Sounds like dinner," he said, grin tugging at one corner of his mouth—teasing, but a little hopeful too. "If you’re free tonight."

You gave him a sideways glance, lips quirking. "Depends. You helping or just bringing the squash?"

As the two of you started down the sidewalk, your shoulders bumped once—then again, but neither of you stepped away.

Maybe this day off wasn’t a total loss after all.

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

The Butternut Squash (The Surprise, Part 19)

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: pregnancy times, mentions of female anatomy/breastfeeding, explicit language (let me know if I missed anything!) Word count: 2.2k

Summary: You and Emily don't really need a baby shower, but you do need help getting the nursery ready, so the whole BAU comes over one Saturday to help out.

Week 29: The Butternut Squash

You had insisted on no gifts. You and Emily had plenty of money. You didn’t need a registry, and you didn’t need a baby shower. What you did need was help getting the nursery decorated and set up. So Emily–fresh off a 4-day case–had invited the entire BAU over to help prep the nursery on a rare, free Saturday.

“Emily,” you complained that Friday morning when she came home. “I won’t even have time to make food!”

“You don’t need time to make food,” she chastised, wrapping her arms around you from behind and resting her chin on your shoulder. “Because we’re just gonna have it delivered.”

You scoffed. “I always cook, Em. It’s my whole thing!”

She turned you around and grasped your face in her hands, kissing the tip of your nose, then moving to your lips. You huffed impatiently, even as your stomach erupted in butterflies (and maybe a few kicks from the baby) when Emily kissed you. “Okay, well, right now your whole thing is being seven months pregnant, so…”

“I could at least make cookies…” you grumbled. “If you get me chocolate chips from the store?”

Emily raised her eyebrows at you, but smiled lightly. “Will it make you happy?”

“Mmhm,” you confirmed, turning on the charm and your very best puppy dog eyes.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, kissing you one more time for good measure and grabbing her keys from the counter. “I can’t say no to you when you look at me like that.”

“Thank you, my love!” you called after her, a little too giddy with your grocery store victory.

“Yeah, yeah…” she muttered, shutting the door, but you knew she was smiling behind it.

But, now, here you were. Saturday, mid-morning. A plate of fresh-baked, homemade brown butter chocolate chip cookies on a plate on the coffee table… along with gifts from every single member of the BAU. Despite insisting they not bring any.

Hotch sat in the living room with you, playing Mario Kart on the Switch with Dave and Jack. Penelope gossiped with you on the couch. Meanwhile, Emily was running operations in the nursery, and every so often you could hear her ordering Derek and Spencer around. It made you giggle. JJ squeezed your shoulder, hovering back and forth between rooms.

“You need anything, Y/N?” she asked.

“I’m okay,” you assured her. “Thanks, JJ. Just… make sure Emily doesn’t get too bossy.”

JJ laughed. “Oh, I’m not sure anyone can do that.”

“Can we do gifts now? I think we should do gifts! Open mine, Y/N!” Penelope insisted, patting the spot next to her on the couch for JJ and handing you a glittery gift bag. You should’ve known they wouldn’t listen when you’d said not to bring gifts. You would’ve done the same thing. They were your family, after all.

You pulled out the tissue paper to reveal several tiny baby onesies in bright colors with adorable designs and sayings. Happy Camper. Silly Little Bear. Even one with tiny dinosaurs all over that said Babysaurus. Your heart felt like it might burst thinking about how cute your little one was going to look in these.

“Penelope, these are so cute!” You wrapped her in a hug. “I’m gonna send you so many pictures of her in these!”

“I know you guys are waiting to find out the gender, so I tried to pick ones that were gender neutral. Although, I mean I guess technically every outfit is gender neutral or… should be, or–”

You stopped her before she spiraled. “They’re perfect."

Before you knew it, Jack was pressed up against you, shoving another gift bag into your hands.

“Open ours, Aunt Y/N!”

You wrapped an arm around him and gave him a squeeze. “Thanks, buddy. I can’t wait to see what it is!”

You pulled out the most adorable stuffed gray wolf, soft as velvet, complete with two little pointy felt teeth sticking out.

“Oh, Jack, it’s perfect!”

“His name is Wolfie,” Jack told you, snatching the toy back.

“Jack,” Hotch scolded. “Remember, that’s for Aunt Emily and Aunt Y/N’s baby. It’s not yours.”

Hotch looked at you apologetically, and you shook your head to let him know it wasn’t a big deal.

“I made you this picture, too,” Jack said, handing you a crumpled piece of paper. You smoothed it out to find stick figures of you and Emily. He’d drawn your belly as a big circle, with a tiny swaddled baby inside of it. You grinned.

“Now, this is art, Jack. This is going right on the fridge.”

“This is you,” he said, pointing. “And this is Aunt Emily. And this is the baby inside your tummy.”

Speaking of the baby, she was incredibly active right now. Almost as if she, too, was happy to be with her BAU family.

“You want to feel her kick?” you asked Jack, and he nodded. You grasped his hand in yours and pressed it over your baby bump, estimating at the last place she’d kicked. Jack screeched when he felt her kick his hand, jumping on his tiptoes.

“Oh my gosh!” he squealed. “Oh my gosh! Daddy, there’s an alive baby in there!”

Hotch smiled at you. He was such a good dad. A good team leader. A good friend to you and Emily.

“After she’s born, Jack, you’ll have to come over and hold her,” you told him, but he was already gone, distracted the Switch.

“Aw, crap,” Dave exclaimed as Hotch hit him with a red shell. Hotch chuckled. “Y/N, go ahead and open up mine,” Dave said. “I’ve already lost this race. It’s the one with the silver paper.”

Penelope grabbed the gift for you, since your arms wouldn’t quite reach all the way to the coffee table. You ripped off the paper to reveal a box set that read, “Ciao Pasta Bistro.” It included a tiny little metal stock pot and colander, little ladles, and soft felt pasta shapes–bowties and raviolis and elbow noodles and shells.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, looking it over. Penelope and JJ leaned next to you to get a closer look. “This is freaking adorable.”

“The little meatball’s gonna know her pasta shapes if Uncle Dave has anything to say about it!” Dave called, cheering as he zoomed past Hotch with Star Power.

“Thank you so much, Dave,” you said, and you really meant it. They were such thoughtful gifts, so particular to each of them. You couldn't wait to show the baby, to let her get to know her BAU family, too.

JJ waited until everyone was distracted and Penelope had been dragged into Mario Kart (“Okay, but I’ll win! They don’t call me a tech goddess for nothing!”) to give you her gift. She sat next to you and pulled a bag from underneath the coffee table.

“These are more for you than for the baby,” JJ explained. “But if your pregnancy is anything like mine, you’ll get plenty of baby gifts, but not a whole lot of mom gifts.”

“That’s really thoughtful of you, JJ.” You squeezed her hand.

She pulled things out one by one, displaying them discreetly and explaining their purpose. “Listen, your nipples will hurt so bad. So bad. Just telling it like it is. So…” She held up a plastic tube. “Nipple cream. This one was my favorite. Also, silver nursing cups. I can’t explain why the silver makes them less sore, but it does.”

You nodded, feeling both overwhelmed and extremely grateful. “It’s basic, but there’s also a food delivery gift card in here. I know you love to cook, but I promise you’re not gonna feel like it for a while after giving birth.”

“JJ, I don’t know what to say. This is so nice.”

She held up a finger to stop you. “Last gift.” She pointed to herself. “Me and Will. We’re happy to babysit. Often, if you like.” When she saw you start to protest, she said, “Look, Henry’s getting older, and I really miss baby snuggles. So it’s really no trouble at all.”

You felt like you might cry. It wasn’t that nobody paid attention to you or took care of you during your pregnancy. Emily took excellent care of you. It was just that JJ was right. Most people looked at the end of your pregnancy and the birth of the baby as the end of the hard part for the birthing parent. But you knew that wasn’t going to be the case. And JJ knew, too. You were so grateful for her friendship, for her support.

“Thank you so much, JJ,” you said quietly, pulling her in for a hug.

“Oh, are you opening gifts?” Spencer asked, entering the room and hovering quietly behind you.

“Yep!” you said, watching him retrieve a tidy package wrapped in newspapers and hand it to you. You looked at him, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you guys done with the nursery already!?”

Spencer chuckled. “Oh, no. Not even close. I just snuck out while Emily was yelling at Morgan.”

You shrugged and started tearing the paper. “That tracks.”

Inside Spencer’s package was a set of colorful board books with titles like Quantum Physics for Babies, General Relativity for Babies, and Rocket Science for Babies.

“Spencer, these are awesome!” you exclaimed, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “Baby Prentiss is gonna be a genius.”

“You know, that’s probably true,” Spencer observed, taking Penelope's place in front of the TV next to Jack. “Scientifically speaking, children inherit their intelligence from their mother, not their father. So no matter how intelligent or unintelligent the donor was, the baby will inherit your intellect. And you’re really smart, so it’s likely the baby will be, too.”

“Trust Reid to come with a prepped science lesson,” Emily said, poking her head around the corner.

You threw a balled-up piece of wrapping paper in Emily’s general direction. “Zip it, Em! I like hearing about what Spencer knows.”

“Nerd,” she muttered under her breath, coming up behind you to place her hands on your shoulders and kiss the top of your head. “You alright? You need anything?”

You squeezed her hand. “I need you... to stop being so mean to Derek.”

“Thank you!” Derek exclaimed, emerging from the hallway to shove Emily out of the way and plant a kiss on your cheek. “It’s nice to know someone around here cares about Uncle Derek.”

Emily shoved him back. “Yeah, well, I don’t want to have to tell the little butternut squash that you wussed out of painting his nursery one wall in.”

Derek grabbed one of the cookies from the coffee table and took a bite, momentarily closing his eyes in enjoyment. You smiled. This is why you loved cooking and baking.

“Listen, Prentiss,” he teased. “I’m taking a well-deserved break. You’re lucky I love your girl or I wouldn’t put up with this shit.”

“Ooh!” Jack squealed. “He said a bad word!”

Derek looked at Hotch apologetically, then reached down to grab the last unopened gift bag. 

“Here, mama,” he said, handing it to you. “Saved the best for last.”

You grinned at him, handing Emily the loose tissue paper as you opened the gift. Inside was a collection of soft toys that included a football, a whistle, and a little number one finger.

“Oh, man, are we gonna have a little football fan, Uncle Derek?” you asked, grinning cheekily.

“Not just any football fan,” he insisted. “There’s one more thing in there.”

You pulled out a tiny Chicago Bears onesie, complete with a number 34 on the back for Walter Payton.

“A Bears fan, huh?” you said, smiling from ear to ear.

“I figured since the little guy or gal’s gonna be born right as football season’s kicking off, he’ll spend a lot of time on the couch watching the games with Uncle Derek. And we gotta be decked out in our matching gear.”

“If you let us sleep, Morgan,” Emily said, squeezing his shoulder playfully. “You can indoctrinate my son into being a sports fan all you want.”

“Or daughter!” you protested, and the whole team laughed. By now, your faux-feud over the baby’s gender was well-known. They were even placing bets. It was about a 50/50 split.

“Alright, guys,” Emily said, clapping her hands together and rallying the troops. “One wall down, two walls to go. And one wall of wallpaper, but I don’t think that’ll take as long.”

JJ, Penelope, Hotch, and Dave stood to follow Emily to the nursery while Derek took a seat next to you. Spencer sat cross-legged on the floor with Jack, fully immersed in Mario Kart.

“Be there in a second, Emily,” he called. “We’re about to start Rainbow Road.”

You grinned, so glad to be surrounded by Emily’s family–her real family. Happy that you had people who were excited for you, people who took care of you, people who gave up their Saturday to help you get ready to welcome a new family member.

“Hey, Jack, add me and Derek in for the next round,” you said, lowering yourself gently onto the floor, Derek’s hand instinctively grasping yours to support you. “I play a mean Moo Moo Meadows.”

[martincrushcameback]

Salamander Streaming Spoilers (cause I finally watched it)

The lighting on this episode is so good

I love Jimmy SO much

i don't even watch family guy and i know that pose

"Foldyflappyflaps" Martin you goob

These two have been so baby TTwTT

SERIOUSLY EVERYONE IS SO FUCKING CUTE IN THIS EPISODE!!!

"Aviva you gotta come out of the glow in a cool pose!" THEY DO IT ON PURPOSE I KNEW IT THE BIG HAMS

This episode could have been called "Koki's no good very bad day".

"Hey! there's a butternut seed!" Chris, Martin is the ADHD brother, but you're making me reconsider

I know 2 kinks this would specifically satisfy.

The animators of this episode made Chris the most baby and i love it look how fucking cute he is

[peggy7447]

Let’s welcome the 3rd member of Lasha’s familiy! 😺

His name is Butternut, which he had gotten because of the color of his super fluffy and super soft fur, and his love for food!

He had already made his first appearance in Connect skin and soul, you can go ahead and meet him there in action! 😻 This was certainly not his last one, too, so stay tuned, if you find him cute 🥰

Thank you @lonewolflupe for giving me the head-start to draw him 😻💗

[johnnyslittleanimalblog]

128 Grazer with cubs, ( The Nuts) 2016

someone had posted this video to the bear chat friday on explore.org. I thought some of my followers might be interested in seeing Gully 903 as a cub back in 2016. Gully was the largest blonde cub. his siblings were all nicknamed after nuts. Gully was known as Butternut in those days. his darker brother was Walnut and Gully’s little sister was Peanut. Some folks call her fifi now. she was a little cutie. I would love to see her again. She was last seen in 2022. Peanut is bear 902. There is a lot of speculation of exactly who Walnut grew up to be. some people think he is Bucky 164 ( but I don’t ).  Some people think Walnut is bear 97.  It is often confusing to people when sub adults show up at brooks falls in the spring by themselves as to their identity.  When bears receive their numbers it is after being observed 3 times ( on their own ) by the rangers. So often because a sub adult changes his/her looks so much from a cub it becomes really hard to identify for sure. I mean for people lol. The bears certainly know their own brothers and sisters as adults and there is lots of evidence of that. Maybe folks think Bucky is Walnut because he was so often seen playing with Gully when they were both sub adults and they are still friends today. Idk but I don’t think Bucky resembles Grazer very much.  Anyways, as far as I know Gully is the only one of his siblings that comes back to brooks falls every spring and stays all summer. I mean his siblings from this litter in 2016. Gully’s other sisters  428 and 429 born in 2020 ( The Grazerettes ) both come back every year. I will look and post a pic of Gully from this year. He was a cute little guy then and a beautiful bear now. It is also interesting to see how big the island just below the falls was and how much grass it had then. It is basically just a little sandbar now. I remember when it even had a tree and Otis used to like to sleep under it. ~ johnny

[k-vanity]

Why don't you come and grab a bite to eat?~

Look at the menu and choose something delicious to hit the right spot! We have something for the writers and the content creators because we want everyone to have a treat.

Open from Sept 22 to Nov 22, the Fashion Team's 'Fall For You' Cafe's menu is available to our members.

For those who are writers, order from the Meals/Drinks options and if you're a content creator, why don't you look at our Desserts menu? You can upgrade to a set menu by choosing one meal, one drink and adding some side dishes OR how about a couple set? Wouldn't it be nice to be able to share a meal with your special other half?

*ೃ༄ 𝓢𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵𝓼

𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒔:

Brown Sugar Sweet Potatoes — ‘You go to this cafe every time you visit your hometown and for the first time since leaving high school, you see the boy you had a crush on… or should you say, man.’

Apple Slaw — ‘You’re strolling through a busy fall farmers market enjoying the aroma of apple pies. What happens next would make for an unforgettable autumn.’

Pumpkin Ravioli — ‘You get lost at night in a pumpkin patch and a kind, handsome stranger helps you.’

Autumn Salad — ‘You need a lot of help to harvest this year’s crops for the fall festival, so you hire the new stranger that recently moved into town.’

Butternut Squash Soup — ‘You got invited to Friendsgiving but I your friend group is insisting they set you up with a date for the event’

Mummy Brie Bites — ‘There's a haunted house at the end of your street that your friends insist always holds the best halloween parties. You're the only person who seems to remember that the old house didn' t even exist yesterday’

Wild Mushroom Risotto — 'There's a full moon coming and your best friend has dragged you out into the middle of the woods to perform a ritual that changes your life entirely. '

Slow-cooker Beef Goulash — 'It's just a little cut, you don't know why your new neighbour is making such a big deal out of it. (think vampire)'

Squash, Chickpea and Coconut Curry — 'There's a halloween party happening in your house, a party you never wanted to happen but none of your housemates listened to your complaints. While you're standing at the side of the room sulking about the noise and strangers in your home, a stranger approaches you and compliments you on your ghost costume. You're too shocked by being talked to that you don't manage to correct him that it's not a costume and you've been stuck haunting this house for the past three years.'

Satay Chicken Noodle Soup with Squash — 'A cosy night in with a book and a mug of hot chocolate by the fireplace turns into something you could've never expected.'

Rarebit Toasties with Sticky Marmite Onions — 'It's a brand new romantic relationship and you're baking together for the first time.'

Roasted Beets, Plum and Pecan Salad — 'You call the police when you see  someone with an axe and covered in blood approaching your new neighbour's door. Turns out, that person was your neighbour coming back from their shift at the halloween fair where they work as a scare actor.'

Beetroot Soup — 'You must be paranoid, there's no way the scarecrow watching over the corn maze has been watching you. Right?'

Root Vegetable Rice — 'Thanksgiving is at your parent’s place every year and every year, you drive home to visit. What happens when your car breaks down and the mechanic who comes to save you is none other than your best friend’s smoking hot brother? You haven’t seen each other since you were in that awkward phase in high school'

Cauliflower Crust Pizza - 'A bad day got even worse when a stranger spilt their coffee on you and you forgot your umbrella when it rained. A bad day got even WORSE when you get dumped over text and now have to find a date to this stupid wedding. Maybe the bad day gets a little better when your cute coworker says they’ll be happy to escort you.'

𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔:

Red Maple Cinnamon Mocha — “Is being stuck in this cabin all day while it rains a bad thing? I think it’s perfect.”

Apple Cider — “I’m not scared…as long as you’re here with me, everything is okay.”

Pumpkin Spice Latte — “Excuse me, but is this seat taken?”

Caramel Apple Latte — “Ugh, I forgot my umbrella,” “You can share mine,”

Witches Brew — "I dare you to ask that ugly zombie for their number" (at a zombie run or haunted house or something)

Masala Chai — “I vote we ditch the others and just do our own thing tonight.”

Horchata Chai — “Can you stop licking that lollipop like that? It's so hard to concentrate.”

Earl Grey Hot Toddy — “Okay, I get it. You had a bad day, and life sucks, but don’t take it out on me! I’m just trying to help.”

Peppermint Matcha Latte — “On a normal day, I’d prefer snow over rain, but right now, I’d rather it rained.”

Hojicha Latte — “You keep saying that you know how to get out of this [corn maze/escape room/haunted house/etc] but I think we’re lost.”

Nutella Coffee Latte — "Don't you sell just normal coffee without all these themes and flavour? I just want coffee to get me through the day."

Butterbeer — “Don’t be silly— werewolves and wizards aren’t real.” “But vampires could be…”

Perfect Poison Punch — “Are you a vampire? Because this is feeling a bit like love at first bite.”

Hocus Pocus Milkshake — "I can see into your mind, I know what you want and lucky for you, I can give it to you."

Pomegranate Cranberry Mocktail — “Alright, party’s over. Let’s get you sobered up.”

London Fog — “You said what to who now?! Why?!”

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒔:

Pecan Pie — Cafe aesthetics

Apple Pie — Apple picking

Pumpkin Pie — Pumpkin carving

Cranberry Cheesecake — Warm colours

Candy Apple — Halloween colors/vibes

Caramel Pear Blondies — Baking together

Toffee Apple Bread and Butter Pudding — Raking leaves

Banoffee Pie — soft colours

Almond and Apple Tart — haunted house/corn maze

Pumpkin pie Smores — gothic/dark 

Pear and Blackberry Crumble — sweet tooth/trick or treat

Pear, Pecan and Caramel Crumble — rainy days

French Apple Tart — monochrome with one dominant colour

Apple Fritters — matching costumes

Feijoa, Honey and Pistachio Strudel — [idol] as [horror character]

𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔:

Mistakes Happen — Mistaken Identity + Supernatural!AU

Kiss in the rain — Kissing as a distraction + Magic!AU + Best friends to lovers

Hunter Paradise — Hurt/comfort + Tending to their wounds + Confessions

Eat well everyone and enjoy the season!

Rules

Must be a member of the net

Writers - must be at least 500 words

Visual artists - can be moodboards, gfx, gifs, icons, etc.

Include prompt(s) in some part of your work

Tag #kfallforyou and #kvanity

Net rules and regulations apply to the event

Event Timeline

Sept 22th-Nov 22nd

M.list posted Nov 27th

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

This is going to be a Dec 2023/Jan 2024 update, since the hols and this new year so far has been hella busy! So, here's what these two dummies have been up to: >>> Apparently, Stiles and Derek can be either really helpful or weird when taking them on errands. My first car trip with them, Stiles decided to "hide" by jumping off of the seat. I couldn't find him for five minutes. 🙄 Derek was not pleased and got all growly. >>> Stiles begged for forgiveness and redeemed himself by working with Derek to find me some risotto at the grocery store...the LAST bag of butternut squash risotto. I'll take it. Instantly forgiven. 🎉 >>> They also befriended the kitchen gnome.

>>> Sterek have matching Christmas shirts (and yeah they have sweats too). Stiles got a skateboard! >>> They can also fit in a teacup together, which apparently makes a great spot for making out. >>> Christmas was very kind, gifting Stiles and Derek fox and wolf capes! Each cape also has snaps to make it easier to slip it on and off (and to make the sleeves). SOOO FLUFFYYY! I'm in love! 💖 >>> Andddd now they are currently chilling as little ghostie monsters, who have wings, horns and tails?!! I think this is my fav set of capes for them because the detailing is amazing, and hell yes to cozy spooky vibes and soft life. @mrkgrl, thanks for the encouragement to dress Stiles and Derek up! Shopping for them has been super fun, and knowing that they're looking smashing in each outfit has been even better. I really hope the kids coming over for DnD this weekend don't kidnap them because of their cuteness. If you'd like to follow Sterek on more mini adventures, stay updated with the #stereksmolshots tag!

[naturesapphic]

gonna request some cowgirl!wanda x gn!reader where she comes by reader's house on horseback and r is completely in love with her

New partner in town

Cowgirl!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff and cowgirl!wanda being a complete sweetheart

It was a beautiful day outside. The sun was out and there was a bit of wind to keep down the heat. You were out of your house, tending to the animals when you hear horse hooves in the distance coming your way. You looked up confused and saw a girl you’ve never met before, riding a beautiful black midnight horse. Your breath got caught in your throat at the beauty that his random woman shows and you felt your knees weaken when she stops near you.

She steps off the horse and walks over to you, giving you a friendly smile. “Well howdy there sugar. My name is Wanda. Wanda maximoff.” She said sweetly and held out her hand to shake yours. “It’s nice to meet you Wanda. I’m guessing you are new here in town?” You asked her as you shake her soft yet firm hand and give her a shy smile which she slightly smirks at. “I sure am. My family and I moved here from Louisiana.” She said as she put her thumbs in her front pockets, giving you a sweet smile that makes your knees buckle.

“That’s great! What brings y’all down here?” You questioned softly and she gave you a small smile. “We wanted to start over…our farm didn’t do well and we needed new land and a whole new place where we could. So we decided to move here and I’m glad we did…or else I wouldn’t meet a sweet thing like yourself.” Wanda winked which caused you to blush red like a apple. A sudden barking interrupted y’all’s conversation and your dog comes running up to Wanda wagging his tail at her. “Well who’s this?” Wanda smiled as she bent down and started petting him. “This is butter nut squash, but we call him butternut, butter, nut, or sometimes shithead.” You said sheepishly as Wanda let out a huge belly laugh.

“That’s an adorable name. Cute and adorable just like her mama.” Wanda said smirking as you shifted in your spot nervously. Wanda stood up and looked down on her watch which caused her to slightly frown. “I hate to run but I’m supposed to help my pa and brother with some chores. I’ll see you later yeah? I’m down a few miles away from your house if you ever want to stop by sugar.” Wanda winked and took a bow while taking off her hat in the process. “I’ll see you later darling.” She stated and went back on her horse and rode away. You just stood there, mesmerized by her. Fuck.

A/n: I didn’t exactly know how to end it sofmdkdkd but I hope y’all enjoy the first imagine of cowgirl!wanda. Requests are open for her and for my other characters I write. I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here’s my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all!

[catbuspass]

Tagged by @5w6 ty Seon <333

Last Song I Listened to: I melt with you by Modern English

Favorite Place: my workplace which is the zoo

Favorite Book: Skunk and Badger by Amy Timberlake. I am not fucking around its so cute and good it evokes a slightly longer toad and frog book read it.

Currently Reading: Sentient by Jackie Higgins its about animals with amazing and different senses than ours and its so good so far. I also set Birdpedia by Christopher Leahy down because the narrator started grating on me ive gotta get a physical copy me thinks.

Favorite TV Show: 90s moomin :o)

Favorite Food: soup of any kind but esp butternut squarsh soup and potato soup

Tagging @weirdalfemme @scarecrowbutch @minmos @mutant-blogging @kendallroysmethpipe @katykat @femmeboys @killyoump3 @smokeys-house <333

[auckie]

Ok no actually I wanna hear your Trader Joe’s opinions I’m really into the orange strawberry banana juice, the bruschetta sauce, the cranberry lime juice sparkling water and cinnamon schoolbook cookies

You and I agree on the CLSW (cranlime sparkling), haven’t tried the others but I’ll look into them. The normal lime one is also amazing on its own, as well as a mixer for both alcoholic and non alcoholic drinks. Summer must!

There’s so much shit I’m obsessed with, I’ll try and list the most important ones

English crumpets

Mango kefir

Brown sugar oat creamer

Chocolate oat milk

Simpler wines brand sparkling white canned wine

Pfeffernüsse

Chocolate babka

Brioche sliced bread

Danish Kringle

Pinks and whites shortbread cookies

Joe Joe’s gluten free classic Oreo knock off cookie

Madras lentils (boxed kind is good too)

Canned giant baked beans in tomato sauce

The non joes brand oat milk coffee and kombucha but you can get those anywhere

Their candles, two in one grapefruit mint hair wash (I despise two in one products but this one doesn’t foam and is more of a cleansing conditioner I use in between shampoo and regular conditionings), and many other non food items. I’ve bought their towels, seasonal decor (usually those felt garlands), face lotions and oils. Loved all of them. Usually I only restock on the lotion, hand soap, and lavender laundry bags. Their detergent is nice tho, and I’ve also gotten their wool laundry balls but you really only ever gotta buy them like once. They also usually have pretty cute cards at the checkout! I like their cheaper flowers too, but there’s also a lot of very cute seasonal items they carry that I just can’t justify buying bc of price (have you seen their felt sunflowers? So adorable)

Simpler times potato chips

Crispy Crunchy Champignon Mushroom Snack

Fruit leather bars

Dried orange rings

Lox (labeled as smoked salmon iirc)

Both their Tunisian and kalamata olive oil

Vodka sauce

Roasted red pepper and tomato canned soup

Canned vegetable soup

Gone bananas chocolate covered frozen bananas (gone berry crazy strawberries are good too but like a dollar or two more expensive)

Jasmine rice in the frozen isle

Lime popsicles

Steak and stout meat pie

Pastry Bites Feta Cheese & Caramelized Onions

Canned tuna*

*especially with the gluten free microwaveable mac n cheese (I’m not gluten free if you’ve noticed, I literally just prefer some of their gluten free products. Same with the oat milk. I’m not lactose free but I just really like it)

Most of the frozen wontons I’ve tried

Chimichurri rice (goes great with the aforementioned roasted red pepper box soup, and chopped onions, green peppers, and spinach cooked in a wok)

Chicken sausage

Butternut squash gnocchi, iirc the potato gnocchi is good too

Most of their dried pastas

Almond and chocolate filled frozen croissants

The bars of chocolate you find at the check out that come in packs of threes

The weird meat sticks at the checkout too

Frozen hashbrowns

For whatever reason, their frozen green beans and asparagus is so much better than other generic brands I’ve tried

Any of the canned olives but esp the kalamata

Sun dried tomatoes

The produce is okay, a little pricey but they had brown Mexican tomatoes once that fucked hard. The herbs trustworthy too but really where is it not

Any of their chocolate covered nuts

Their fucked up chocolate covered chips, sometimes found in their snack mixes

Peanut butter pretzel snacks

Their dried seaweed isn’t my fav, but it’s not bad. I think it’s overpriced tho but tbf I usually get huuuge, less flavored packs from Costco

Pine nuts but good Gd are they expensive

They have cute, weird heirloom hybrid squashes during the fall a lot too that are pretty tasty

Things I’ve gotten from there that I hated? I didn’t like their orange chicken, ANY of the cereals I’ve gotten from there oddly enough, their pecorino Romano only comes grated and mixed iirc and I didn’t care for it. Some of their beers have made me scowl but also those are all random brands. But their wine (yes, even SHAW. But shoutout to coco bon red blend and blue fin moscato RIP!) has never does me wrong…except for any other flavor of the simpler wines canned ones. I can only do the sparkling white and literally no else I've forced to drink it has liked it! some of their salads have done me wrong. the canned chickpeas and dolmas were off. and some of their pricy juice mixes left me a bit disappointed.

[allegra-writes]

"First word"

Lestat De Lioncourt x Louis De Pointe Du Lac & Claudia

General Audiences

Warnings: None. Tooth rotting fluff.

SERIES MASTERLIST | MY MASTERLIST

"Dada, daa-daa. Come on, ma petite, I know you can say it: daaa-daaa"

Louis halted his steps just outside the kitchen when he heard Lestat’s voice. He was well aware that his husband -and how crazy that was: The Vampire Lestat, international rockstar, his husband- was trying to win the 'Dada/Papa' competition ever since little Claudia had turned ten months old, so it wasn't very surprising to find him like that.

What it was, was beyond adorable.

Sneaking a little peek inside the kitchen he found a scene cute enough to melt his heart: His little baby girl, the prettiest baby he had ever laid eyes on sitting on her bright yellow high chair, as Lestat, domestic as he ever saw him with his long blonde hair tied back and a simple black t-shirt, fed her, or at least tried to, some mashed butternut squash, making little airplane motions with the spoon.

"Dada. Don't you want to say dada?"

Little Claudia took the spoon from his hands, splattering the orange goo around and giggling, babbling nonsense at her dad, big green eyes intent and focused. It was a little unsettling sometimes, that stare of hers way too smart, way too old for her age.

Lestat chuckled, 

"You know what, my little milkweed? I actually think that's exactly what I said to your papa the first time I saw him…"

"De doo doo?"

"Yes! Those were my exact words, I remember now!" He leaned in, confiding, "I was a mumbling, blushing, hot mess. You can't judge me, ma cherie, you see, he was just standing there, and I just… I thought he looked so beautiful, the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He still is." He took the spoon back from his daughter, scooping a little of the orange concoction, examining it carefully, "My brain turned to mush, just like this…" 

Of course, baby Claudia did not see, and continued to babble. 

"Da-de do do do…"

"Precisely! I was a vulgar Sting imitator. De do do do, de da da da, is all I want to say to you-ooh…"

Louis had to cover his mouth with his hand to stifle his laugh so as not to give away his presence. Lestat’s singing had to be on the top ten of his favorite things in the world, right under his daughter's giggles. 

"Do do do da da da" Repeated Claudia, lovely tiny frown of concentration on her lovely tiny 

face.

Lestat froze for a second, then jumped from his chair, arms high in the air.

"Yes! Yes, you said it! You just said it! Can you say it again, ma petite? Say it for Dada?"

"De da da da…" 

Louis couldn't contain himself anymore, bursting out laughing and through the door, 

"I don't think that counts, she's not calling you dada, she's just singing!"

Lestat stuck his nose up, offended.

"It's close enough!"

The brunet finally stepped into the kitchen, mouth already open to reply, when he was rudely interrupted.

"Papa!" Baby Claudia yelled excitedly, words loud and clear, "Papa doo doo de dadada!" 

Louis' hand flew to his mouth again, but for entirely different reasons as his eyes filled with tears of joy. 

Lestat gasped,

"You little traitor!" He accused, in mock outrage, but the massive smile that broke on his face belied his own happiness. 

As he picked little Claudia up and Louis wrapped his arms around the both of them, it was hard to feel like he had lost. 

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