#and i too deserve these peaches

[sharkbeneaththelotus]

Today's postypost is "I have not made anything in three days of light just implode"

No time like the right now, ah?

Zhang Qiling was fine.

He was in a big box food store, and he was, objectively, factually, uninjured.

However.

The shelf, aisle, department and street names were all correct, and there was a distinct lack of salted dried peaches and he was, by this point in what was feeling like an exceedingly long day, deeply wounded by this.

To the sides, hawthorn cakes and dried jujubes, above; little yellow and blue pill shaped things on packets of individual grilled squid, below; a superfluity of dried mango in a box that he could fit in. If he ducked his head.

But no dried peaches, let alone salt and spiced ones. The paper crumpling between his fingers had promised they would be here, with a little xx <3 at the bottom.

In the next aisle over, a child dutifully tried to pick up a bag of rice larger than it was, to audible amusement and much encouragement. Zhang Qiling could see the parental unit's hand on the handle, taking most of the weight until the rice was placed on the cart with great fanfare. The child received: one pat on the head.

Zhang Qiling reached up to tug his hood closer to his forehead. The lights were loud. Grating.

"Um, excuse me, thank you..." A cart of boxes said, to his left. The boxes were wheeling slowly down the aisle, accompanied by a human head. Possibly also the rest of the human. Zhang Qiling slipped between the boxes and the shelves, head ducked, so he didn't have to see.

"Um! Is there!" The human was not only a head. Oh good. "Is there something I can help you with?" It squeaked, in tones that were approaching 'sounds only a dog can hear'.

In a moment of ridiculous, fragile bravery, he held out The Paper, his thumb carefully over the xx<3, which was his and not for outsiders.

"Oh gosh, right, glad I was already restocking! Here, do you want two jars or two crates? It's cheaper per unit to get the whole crates--"

The tower of human-piloted boxes stopped, put it's breaks on with a deft gesture of a tiny foot, and began to dismantle itself. The tiny human appeared from behind the stack, beaming.

"Two. Crates?" He requested, a hand on a precariously balanced box.

The tiny human bobbed it's head and passed over a crate, labeled "24x400g". A second was unearthed from beneath a box of seaweed sheets.

"I'll take this to the counter for you--"

"No need." He lifted the first box to his shoulder, and boosted the other up on top of that.

"Oh! Okay! Great, good luck with your-- enjoy your purchase!"

He bobbed his head, sidled past the cart of boxes, and escaped.

[peachmortem]

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iris gets a gift 🥰💐🎀

[wingsofwater]

peach pit

[ID : a chubby skywing dragon named Pyrite, who has yellowish-orange scales with a lighter yellow underbelly and dark freckles across her scales, resembling the inside of a peach. she has a crest of dark spines along the back of her neck and on the tip of her tail, antler-like horns, her body is dappled with scars, and she wears a cord around her neck like a choker. she is sitting down, facing towards the left, with her wings held open and an uncertain expression on her face. the background is a teal rectangle with white peach blossoms overlayed on top of it. END ID]

[pocket-stars]

ive been replaying super mario 3d world recently and as much as i adore the cat suits ive always wished that they turned into actual cats with more individual and unique shapes and patterns so i did that

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@allvalley100

Prompt: Shoes

Pairing: YasMoon

So I have Yas and Moon rocking out to California Gurls in one of the fics I'm working on for them, so!!! I decided to write them a thing based off it :3 If, uh...if you know the line, then you know the line XD

(CW for implied underage, although nothing too explicit.)

***

They stop to savor everything.

Sunlight coming through tent flaps. Ocean waves. Gulls. Tourist din. Warm, salt-scented air.

Yasmine smirks. It all feels so defiant.

Ditching the crowd. Pitching a secret hideaway where they do whatever they please.

Still wrapped around Moon, Yasmine sticks a foot off the towel and finds her discarded high heel. It was the first thing to go, haphazardly thrown off as manicured fingers tugged at sundresses and peeled away the bikinis underneath.

“There’s sand in my heel.” Yasmine snickers, toeing the pink plastic. “How gauche.”

Moon giggles. “Least it’s not Neiman Marcus, right?”

“For real.”

[goldensunset]

hot shower is not enough i need to be steamed like a vegetable

[bombusbombus]

How long can I procrastinate learning how to shave before I look like shit... 🤔

[un-pearable]

MARIO GOOD

[wereh0gz]

I'm so normal abt princess peach showtime I'm normal I'm normal

[princekirijo]

This Mario Movie might actually unironically slap 💀

[peppermintsparker]

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[the-pigeon]

JIMMY LOST THE FUCKING POLL IM DISTRAUGHT

[stuckbetweenfandomsblog]

Every day is a day that goes by where I miss having Jenna Marbles post content

[toomanysubcultures]

the fact that the new ultimate x-men is centered around armor makes me so happy yall dont even understand

[foldingfittedsheets]

Costco has these artisanal peaches. My betrothed and I first had them while staying with some friends. They’re the platonic ideal of what an amazing peach should be. They’re peeled and preserved in juice whole, and somehow they taste slightly like vanilla.

When we got home from our visit we picked up a jar for ourselves. They lasted a good long while. We finally went to get more- and they were gone. I was devastated. That was two years ago.

Every Costco trip since then has included a hopeful look for the amazing peaches. I never stopped dreaming they’d come back.

My health has gotten better and with my improved energy I’ve finally been able to take over some of the chores. So when my betrothed lamented not having time for a Costco trip last week I volunteered to go alone.

I was meandering down the aisle and then I saw them. The peaches. The promised fruit I had been denied for two years, perfect and golden in that Costco aisle. Orchestral music swelled in my mind and everything around me faded away as I beelined toward them.

I was stricken with peach madness. I got four jars. Sitting in the car afterward I tallied the expense. The peaches were fully a quarter of the Costco bill. I texted my betrothed to apologize for absolutely losing my head. They reassured me over and over that it was a luxury I deserved to indulge and that it was okay.

Tonight while holding a dripping perfect peach in my hands, eating it while standing over the counter, each bite the exact ripeness to have a little give but not too much, and my mouth full of vanilla and peaches I contemplated going to buy more.

[artemisiatridentata]

just gardened for three hours and I need to shower before work bc I’m coated in dirt and sand and sweat but i made the mistake of lying down on my floor and now I simply can’t bring myself to get up :( I am so sleepy. Why do I have to work. Why can’t I lay on the floor and watch lord of the rings all afternoon and then go to sleep at 7pm :(