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YOOOOO, BARA CRUST?? Can we see more of him?
Quick doodle lmao
(I drew this at like 2 am lol)
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HE LOOKS SO COOL THANK YOU SM FOR DRAWING HIM!! ❤️❤️
Work doodle for my moot @spookuzm I freaking LOVE Crust! He's so adorable!
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@spookuzm here!
This blog is mainly where i post random doodles cuz im lowkey scared to post them on my main lol
The tags I'll be using for the is #spookz doodles and #spooks skeletons
My skeletons:
Undertale
Marsh (Sans) and Chevalier (Papyrus)
Fluffy (Bara!Marsh) and Paladin (Bara! Chevalier)
Mallow (Bitty!Marsh)
Teddy (Horrortale Marsh) and Lancelot (Horrortale Chevalier)
Underfell
Crust (Sans) and Noir (Papyrus)
Loaf (Bara!Crust) and Magma (Bara!Noir)
Nugget (Bitty!Crust)
Butch (Horrorfell Crust) and his Papyrus (no name yet/Horrorfell Noir)
Underfell Purple(?)
Acai (Sans) and his Papyrus (no name yet)
Taro (Bara!Acai) and his Papyrus (no name yet)
Yam (Bitty!Acai)
Underswap
Cobalt (Sans) and Honey (Papyrus)
Outerfell Red
Antares (Sans) and Meteor (Papyrus)
Scutum (Bara!Antares) and his Papyrus (no name yet/Bara!Meteor)
Proxi (Bitty!Antares)
Outerfell Purple
Nebula (Sans) and Sagittarius (Papyrus)
Rigel (Bara!Nebula) and his Papyrus (no name yet/Bara!Sagittarius)
Pulsar (Bitty!Nebula)
Cygnus (Error!Nebula) [credit to vantalemons for making him!]
Birdtale
Crow (Sans) and his Papyrus (no name yet)
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Is this how you feel when I reblog bara crust 60 times
I've learnt to tune it out
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A Foodie's Guide to Kathmandu: Best Local Dishes to Try
If you're a foodie planning a trip to Kathmandu, you're in for a treat. The capital city of Nepal is a melting pot of cultures, and its cuisine reflects this diversity. From spicy curries to savory snacks, there is no shortage of delicious food to try in Kathmandu. Here's a guide to some of the best local dishes you should try during your visit.
Try Momos:
No trip to Kathmandu is complete without trying momos. These steamed dumplings are filled with minced meat or vegetables and served with a spicy tomato-based sauce. You can find momos at almost every street corner in Kathmandu, but some of the best is served at local eateries like Momo Ghar and Bota Momo.
Savour Dal Bhat:
Dal bhat is a staple food of Nepal and an essential dish for every visitor to try. It comprises of steamed rice, lentil soup (dal), and vegetable or meat curry, served in generous portions, and you can ask for refills if you're still hungry. While you can find dal bhat in almost every restaurant in Kathmandu, some of the best places to try it are BhojanGriha and Krishnarpan.
Newari Khaja Set:
The Newari people are the indigenous inhabitants of the Kathmandu Valley, and their cuisine is a must-try. The Newari khaja set is a platter of traditional Newari snacks that includes bara (a lentil pancake), aalu chop (potato cutlet), chhoila (spicy grilled meat), and a variety of pickles. You can find Newari khaja set at local eateries like NewaLahana and Bhumi Restaurant.
Chatamari:
This is a traditional Newari pizza-like dish that is made with a rice flour crust and topped with minced meat, eggs, and vegetables. Chatamari is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and it's a favorite snack among locals. You can find chatamari at Newari restaurants like BhanchhaGhar and NhyooBajaa.
Juju Dhau:
Juju dhau is a creamy, sweet yogurt that originates from the Bhaktapur district of Kathmandu. Served in clay pots, this thick and slightly sour dessert is a favorite among locals. You can easily find juju dhau at local sweet shops such as JyapusChhen and Bhaktapur Thimi Sweet Shop.
There are numerous delectable dishes to try in Kathmandu, and the ones mentioned above are just a few of them. Whether you're a meat eater or a vegetarian, the city has a wide range of options to satisfy your cravings. Embark on a culinary journey in Kathmandu and relish the local cuisine to make your foodie adventure unforgettable. Get in touch with the best Tour Company in Kathmandu today!
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🏆 Burgerdudes presenterar Sveriges 100 Bästa Burgare 2023 🥇 Första plats: @funkychickenfoodtruck • Funky Chicken Food Truck gör fortfarande Sveriges bästa hamburgare, och kan nu stoltsera med ett hattrick då vi har gett dem denna utmärkelse tre år i rad! Och snacka om att det är välförtjänt. Vi på Burgerdudes har käkat tusentals burgare, men vi har ännu inte hittat något ställe som kommer i närheten av vad Funky Chicken levererar i Sverige. • Från den svarta trucken i Nacka Strand serveras burgare med en crust som vi inte hittat någon annanstans. Köttets stekyta är hypnotiskt krispig, och med en helt fantastisk smak. De väl valda ingredienserna lever i perfekt harmoni med varandra och du får otroligt mycket kärlek i varje tugga. Resultatet blir en smakexplosion som du bara inte får missa. • Ibland kan köerna vara riktigt långa, som under somrarna eller mitt i den mest hektiska lunchtimmen, men teamet i foodtrucken fungerar som en väloljad maskin och på bara några timmar kan hundratals burgare flyga ut ur luckan. Vårt enda tips är att komma tidigt och härda ut, för burgarna är värda all väntan. • Vi ses på Augustendalstorget den 23 januari när de öppnar för säsongen igen! ━ #burger #burgerdudes #sverigesbästaburgare (at Funky Chicken Food Truck) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnMGQHlDFSm/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Psykbryt
Lastkaj 14
Cortex (freddie wadlings gamla band)
Grisen skriker
Charta 77
Asta kask
Dia psalma
Skräp
Och det är bara en del vad det gäller trallpunk, finns också såå mycket bra svensk käng och crust också
Stora delar av den här hemsidan skulle älska svensk punk om de kunde tänka sig att lyssna på musik på andra språk än engelska.
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I posted 3,068 times in 2021
329 posts created (11%)
2739 posts reblogged (89%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 8.3 posts.
I added 708 tags in 2021
#bionicle retrospective - 197 posts
#bionicle - 149 posts
#mnog - 89 posts
#mata nui online game - 86 posts
#bionicle readtrospective - 66 posts
#bionicle setrospective - 27 posts
#tale of the toa - 26 posts
#bonkle - 24 posts
#tahu - 23 posts
#lewa - 21 posts
Longest Tag: 133 characters
#remember that time an anxious kid from ta-metru made a mask that could control the flow of time itself out of artakha's table scraps?
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#5
Feeling kinda emotional lately, so I just want to take a moment to say one of the reasons that Vakama is one of my favourite characters, both in Bionicle and beyond, is because he is faced with so much doubt, from others and himself; he's so worried that he'll never live up to Lhikan's legacy, that he'll never be a good Toa, that he's a freak and a failure, and he even breaks down at one point and goes evil for a while, but he makes it through it all and winds up the leader of one of the most important teams of Toa (and Turaga) to ever exist in the MU.
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Nighttime on Spherus Magna
Broke: “With Aqua Magna, Bota Magna, and Bara Magna reunited, Spherus Magna has no moons, so nights are pitch-black.”
Woke: “The Reformation was imperfect. We know pieces of the moons broke off, like the one that killed Teridax. Several of these pieces likely remain in orbit, so Spherus Magna now has many small moons, meaning nights are dark, but not pitch-black.”
Bespoke: “The Red Star continues to orbit Spherus Magna, so regardless of whether or not the planet has small moons, AT NIGHT THE PLANET IS BATHED IN OMINOUS RED LIGHT.”
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Just some blessed Bonk facts
-As revenge for the events of Time Trap, Teridax once had Turaga Vakama abducted by a herd of goats
- There is a species of bird Rahi called a Necrofinch. That's it, that's the whole fact
- The ebon-armoured Piraka will go down in history as Reidak, Defeater of Doors
- One day, a Makuta made Pewku
- A Hahnah crab imprinted on Jaller during his time in the Pit, and Hewkii suggested Jaller strap his Cordak Blaster to it for funsies. Jaller, leader of the Toa Mahri, former Captain of the Ta-Koro Guard, Herald of Takanuva, he who told an angry Tahu (Nuva), every Turaga he ever met, and Karzahni himself to stuff it, currently on a quest to save the life of the Great Spirit Mata Nui and thus the universe itself, decided that was a great idea and attached his rotary missile cannon to a tiny crustacean
- Lewa is best friends with a bear
- One day Turaga Whenua will find out about Hahli's Faxon and it will be the best day of his life
- Matoro had a deep voice
Feel free to add more
137 notes • Posted 2021-11-05 21:09:23 GMT
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My favourite boy band
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Okay, so we've joked before about Tahu giving the other Nuva existential crises with his innate math skills, but what if that discovery just like, kickstarts a whole series of realizations that Tahu knows things.
Like a week or so after whatever antics brought about the Tahu-has-math-skillz realiztion, Lewa and Pohatu are having some kind of discussion, and lava comes up. The two are using the terms "lava" and "magma" interchangeably, and Tahu casually informs them that magma is what molten rock is called when it's below a planet's crust, and that it's only called lava once it's above ground.
Pohatu and Lewa freeze for a moment because Mata Nui it's happening again, and then they push him for more, asking Tahu more and more questions about lava, volcanoes, and volcanology/geology, and Tahu answers all their questions with ease. He's a little confused as to why the two of them are so interested in the science, but is happy enough to answer their questions. Meanwhile Lewa and Pohatu are losing their minds with each answer that comes effortlessly out of Tahu's mouth.
The two of them make a game out of it. One will ask Tahu about swordfighting, or the relationship between fire and plant growth, or some other topic they think he could know about while the other records it with an old, somehow-still-working camera they found in the ruins of Metru Nui. "Tahu knows" becomes the first New Atero meme.
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// and the angel said unto them, do not be afraid // Luke 2:10
Aziraphale was in a good mood. Which was sort of his State Of Being, what with him being an angel and goodness incarnate and generally Holier Than Thou.
That was the way he liked to think of himself, anyways. He didn’t like to look past that thin, fragile layer into the burning depths out of which he had been forged. His goodness was the crust of the earth, the protective layer that made life possible on the surface.
What lay beneath was both life-giving and deeply destructive. Like God herself, in that way. Shaped in Her image.
Hellfire was not the most cataclysmic force around.
Like most angels, it was a part of him he kept under lock and had mostly forgotten (denied). Aziraphale had worked hard to shape himself into who he wanted himself to be. Who he had consciously chosen to be.
He was a being of love, at the end of it all.
And the things he loved and surrounded himself with were like the homemade, cross-stitched fabric of his soul: food and books and warm colours; softness and fondness and contentment; and Crowley.
(Woe betide the fool who might try and rip a hole into this fabric, to snatch a thread and force it to unravel--to reveal what lay neatly tucked away underneath.)
Currently, Aziraphale was in particularly high spirits, because he had struck a most pleasing book deal, and was on his way back to his shop with a pack of chocolates under his arm, and was also very much looking forward to Crowley returning tonight from his little trip over to Wales where he was wreaking some Moderate Inconvenience for old time’s sake.
He entered his shop with a smile on his face: a smile that died when he saw the tall, broad man clad in a perfectly-fitting grey suit standing right there in the centre of the room, waiting for him on the carpet that he knew hid a rather occult chalk sketch.
“Gabriel.” Aziraphale fixed his bowtie, smiling a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “This is a... surprise?”
Behind the angel, Aziraphale could see the answering machine blinking at him from under a pile of books--an ugly device, really, but Crowley had pestered him to get one set up so much he had to give in at some point, that wily old serpent--and his thoughts involuntarily wandered off to the demon. Not exactly an appropriate moment.
“Aziraphale!” Gabriel smiled his business smile, play-punching Aziraphale on his shoulder as he came up to him. The angels had kept their distance ever since The Hellfire Incident; this was the first time Aziraphale had seen the Archangel since that day, a few months ago now. “Old boy! Just dropped by to update you on some stuff; keep in touch, right? Well, anyways, about the demon Crowley--”
Aziraphale straightened, lips parting slightly.
“--well, about him, you’ll have to manage without him for a bit, nothing serious. No harm done, right? Well, no permanent harm, anyways.” He laughed, as if he’d made a little joke. He had, only Aziraphale was not in on it yet.
“What?” Aziraphale’s voice sounded weak to his own ears.
“Oh, come on! You know we’re big on vengeance!” Gabriel beamed. “Of course, we honour our agreements, but a well-placed little discorporation has never hurt anyone, now, has it? Actually, scratch that, it hurts a little. Anyways, we acquired some fine murderers--aren’t humans just great? Murder by purchase, hilarious! They should be on their way to eliminate his earthly shell as we speak, just wanted to let you know.”
Aziraphale was barely listening anymore. The red light of the answering machine glowered at him from the depths of his consciousness like beastly eyes in the dark, its happy promise turned to bone-deep, spine-chilling dread.
Crowley, discorporated? His knees felt weak.
"Oh don’t look so upset, now. He’ll be back in no time, the paperwork only takes a few years down there. Anyways, I gotta run, duty calls, and--”
He stopped dead when he caught the look in Aziraphale’s eyes.
Aziraphale had never looked at him like that. Perhaps Aziraphale had never looked at anyone like that. Gone was the pudgy little man with eyes so blue they must’ve been taken right from the perfect sky of a picture book. He looked like rainclouds, like a cold desert, like a stormy sea about to come crashing down to drown the entire world. He looked like The Fury Of God, and Gabriel took a step backwards, involuntarily.
But just as suddenly as it had come on, the wave subsided (but oh, the dark sea remained). “It has not happened yet, you say?” His voice sounded strained.
“Oh, no,” Gabriel started, but Aziraphale, staring at the floor, merely snapped his fingers, and the Archangel disappeared as the carpet below him incinerated and the chalk beneath glowed white.
Another snap, and the answering machine started playing by itself.
“Aziraphale!” A chipper voice piped up, and the angel suddenly felt so scared he wanted to sink down onto the floor. “So, I was wondering, since I can’t quite recall--was Wales one of yours or ours? I mean,” and here he laughed, “I do know who’s responsible for Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch--still proud of that one. Anyways, come over to my place tonight at 7, I’ve brought you some bara brith and a bottle blanc de blancs.”
The rest of the tape ran empty. “Dammit, Crowley,” Aziraphale whispered, trying to convince himself that he was not about to cry. He rushed to the phone, and picked up the receiver. The right number started dialing by itself.
The clock showed 6.
“Angel? I know you miss me, but--”
“Crowley! Oh, Crowley!” Aziraphale closed his eyes, the relief was so big.
“--really, gotta be patient only a little while longer.” Crowley’s voice was mischievous, a sentiment that currently went right over the angel’s head. “I still got some business to attend to in Hackney.”
“Wait, are you back in London?!”
“Oh yeah, just about to meet up with some shady people, y’know, my favourite kind, they wanted to strike some sorta deal and--oh, gotta go!”
“Crowley, wait!”
“Toodeloo!”
The line went dead, and Aziraphale, aggravated, threw the receiver down. It fell to the ground, so he picked it back up and put it on the holder, angrily. He felt like swearing.
He had to get to Crowley. Before they did.
Crowley was expecting nothing. If they really were trained assassins, and if they acted fast enough, there was a real chance his demon was in serious trouble.
It took half an hour to get from Soho to Hackney by cab or public transport. For a human.
Aziraphale had been out of shape for six thousand years, but right now he didn’t have time to acknowledge that fact. Reality would just have to deal with it. So he ran. He ran as if the devil was on his heels, even though it was in fact quite the opposite. After a few steps he was barely touching the ground anymore, while an Old power deep inside him reared its tired head. Nobody took notice of him, nor of the flash of white feathers that flickered in and out of existence around him as he moved, ever faster, dragging his body along for the ride.
Ten minutes later he stood in a dark alley, gasping for breath as he tried to put himself back together: literally; rearranging his atoms and reattaching the patches of Soul that had spilled over like water out of an overflowing cup, like cotton out of a crude and frayed doll.
He was close enough now, to feel him. Could sense the demonic aura.
(That was good, right? That meant he still had an aura.)
It didn’t take long to track him down.
Through a broken fence and along a wall full of horrendous graffiti and towards the entrance of an abandoned warehouse. It was a truly sinister place; no person in their right mind would meet up with strangers here. Except Crowley was no person (and quite possibly never in his right mind.)
(I don’t have a right mind, angel, Aziraphale could almost hear him say, I have a wrong mind. And I’m very much in it. Duh.)
The doors crumbled before him, evaporated into thin air that he could feel against his wings. He hadn’t bothered putting them away.
“Crowley?” he called.
And Crowley turned around, surprise on his face, and as if they had been waiting for this moment the two people he was now facing away from drew their guns.
Two shots echoed through the empty hall.
They never reached their target. Aziraphale lifted his hand, and for a moment everything stopped. The wave of his righteous fury came crashing down all over again, and this time there was no stopping it. When reality resumed, the bullets had found new targets.
With twin screams, the two henchpeople went down and writhed on the ground, their kneecaps shattered. When they looked up, they wished they hadn’t.
All they saw was bright white blinding fury, a vast nothingness so incomprehensible to the human mind that it burned their eyes and their souls, and inside that nothingness a million eyes staring right through them. There were whispers, in that place, echoes and ghosts and memories of worlds, and as the angel spread its wings they started screaming.
They stopped, abruptly, when the demon Crowley let them fall into merciful unconsciousness.
“Angel, that’s enough.”
The sound of Crowley’s voice reached him through a haze, and Aziraphale faltered. He turned towards the demon, and saw shock and worry on his face.
Crowley saw something else entirely: He saw Both. There was Aziraphale, tired and dishevelled and unbearably horrified and so very Human; and there was Aziraphale, blinding and manifold and unbearably Holy, and not human at all.
“Aziraphale,” he murmured, “it’s enough, now. It’s okay.”
And Aziraphale closed his eyes, and stood there as the light receded, and when he opened his eyes he was One again. And he looked terrified.
“Oh, Crowley,” he said, and his voice almost broke, it sounded so feeble. “You’re, you’re alright.”
Crowley, on the other hand--now that he had his angel back, he knew it, saw it--looked at him... almost a little smitten. He stepped closer, steadying the angel before he could ask. Though he tried to look Casual, he still scanned the angel’s face intently, until Aziraphale looked away.
“Yeah, I’m alright,” he finally said, and after another moment: “Should I thank you?”
“Better not,” Aziraphale answered with a weak smile. “I could get into all sorts of trouble...”
Crowley smiled: faintly, softly. (Almost, very almost, he touched a hand to the angel’s cheek.)
“So, care to tell me what this is all about?” he asked instead, carefully circling around Aziraphale, his touch never quite leaving him.
Aziraphale pressed his lips into a fine line. “No.”
“No?”
“No.”
Silence settled around them, and both their gazes landed on the poor unconscious souls lying in a heap on the ground.
“Well uhhh, alright, then,” Crowley spoke up, “So... Let’s get you home? I still have that sparkling wine in my Bentley, y’know the one.”
“Wait.” Aziraphale sighed, taking a few exhausted steps towards the two murderers acquired by Gabriel. “Do not be afraid,” he murmured as he took to healing their knees, “ When you wake up, you migth want to re-evaluate your choice of profession. And try not to believe what you saw.”
(Forgetting, he knew, was impossible. They would have to carry this burden for life. As did he.)
Crowley stood waiting, and then wordlessly walked by his side (his arm brushing against Aziraphale’s now and again, close enough to offer comfort with his presence, but keeping to himself.) He wasn’t quite sure what to make of this situation, wasn’t sure what it all meant, but he knew Aziraphale well enough to give him time.
He’d always needed time.
As they stepped outside, someone was waiting for them.
He was Gabriel--but not quite. A few inches smaller, a little lop-sided, with less of his perfect hair on his head. He looked like he’d been run through a pastry machine. And he looked pissed.
“You’ve really done it now, Aziraphale,” he snapped. “Discorporating an Archangel! Look at the fucking body they gave me!”
“You what?!” Crowley wheezed, incredulous and, not to his credit, looking absolutely delighted.
Aziraphale cleared his throat, and straightened his shoulders, and suddenly looked like his old self. Like his softness was his armour.
“I thought, despite everything, that you were still one of us... but I must have been wrong.” Cold anger sat deep in Gabriel’s eyes, and behind that, hidden, something like disappointment.
Aziraphale opened his mouth, instinctively, ready to go No, no, of course I still am, but then he glanced sideways at Crowley. And that was that. He knew.
They were still His Side... but right now, though he would never say the words out loud despite it all, there was only one thought burning inside him and it was:
Fuck My Side.
“No, I don’t suppose I am.” He said it as if he was realizing it only as he spoke, and a part of him did. Another part had known it for a long, long time. He looked Gabriel right in the eyes, holding his furious gaze with his own.
Beside him, he saw (felt) Crowley’s head snap around, just impercetibly, a motion so small that Gabriel would never notice, but Aziraphale did. Behind his sunglasses, Crowley’s eyes had gone wide.
So this was it. The moment he had been so very scared of for so very long, but now that it was happening he suddenly was not scared anymore at all. Determined, he took a step forward, positioning himself slightly closer and slightly in front of Crowley. He thought he saw the demon smile softly, for just a second, a little unsure twitch in his cheek.
“I would appreciate it if you never did that again,” Aziraphale said, and somehow it sounded both like a polite request and a Threat.
And Gabriel, The Trial still present in his mind--the image of Azirapahle standing in Hellfire and basking in it--thought he saw that same Aziraphale again now. The Archangel smiled, a short and humourless smile that was mere acknowledgement, and then he snapped his fingers and was gone.
Crowley waved after him, a little wiggle of his fingers that he very much enjoyed.
Aziraphale felt all his strength leave him, yet at the same time he’d never felt stronger in his life. He exhaled, trying to wrap his mind around all that had happened. He had truly chosen his allegiance once and for all, and he knew it was the only decision he ever could have made.
The power that had so forcefully reminded him of its existence, never quite forgotten, still tingled beneath his skin, but it was only a soft stream now, and Aziraphale gently led it back down. The fabric of Himself was still intact. With a little smile, and an even littler glance to the demon by his side, he clasped his hands contentedly in front of his stomach.
Aziraphale knew who he had to thank for that. Wily old serpent, always meddling in his affairs. He’d better never stop.
“He’s a real jerk, that one, isn’t he?”
Aziraphale gasped, looking scandalized, and completely missed the irony of that. Then he grinned, and laughed, and looked at the ground and then back up into Crowley’s face, a little unsure.
“I guess you might, on occasion, have a point,” he conceded.
He smiled broadly, warmly, one of his best smiles, and Crowley, a little stricken, reciprocated. Suddenly nervous, he took off his sunglasses and tried to clean them with the hem of his shirt, before giving up and slipping them into his pocket, as had been his (very secret) intention all along.
They locked eyes, in the twilight, and almost seemed like bashful teenagers, ready to come of age but feeling very shy about it.
“What’s this horrible feeling all around here?” the demon asked suddenly, looking around. “It’s making my stomach all upset.”
“That would be love, my dear.” Unadulterated.
“Oh.” Crowley said nothing more.
But his hand brushed against the back of Aziraphale’s, just lightly grazing it, and the angel, as if by serendipity, turned his hand to face his--not quite taking it, but letting their fingers touch, and not pulling away.
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tagging the people in the OP who sounded like they would want to be tagged:
@idinink @aangelphale @ohblessit @armoredavengers @e3105eb @ineffable-bisexual @cake-cow @snake-in-the-bookshop @crowleysscaredplants @the-best-pilot-in-the-resistance @crowleys--angel @qfantasydragon @aduckwithears @jesuisfabulous @azirafuck @snakecrowleyy @foolish-principalitee @crowleyraejepsen @azfellandco @on-our-own-side @imlowercasemad
#good omens#ineffable husbands#a/c#aziraphale x crowley#my omens#my writing#inefficable#why do i hurt the ones i love#the one in which aziraphale has had Enough
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Game recommendation:No, Thank You!!!
No, Thank You!!! is a almost-look-like-a-bara-game-because-of-some-pursuable-hunks BL game. Which has two pursuable hairy hunks, good voice acting, explicit sex scenes.
Note: My recommendation is just about the Japanese version, I don’t know about how good/bad English translation is.
NTY!!! is rather “a novel game with romance option” than “a dating sim”. The story is about “people trying to live a better life, then failed.”. It’s bitter and dry, not a sweet love story. Most writers of NTY!!! were created “dark”, “depressing”, “unrelieved” bishojo games before. (Individual routes are written by male bishojo game writers except for sex scenes.)
Get back to talking about characters, Kouichi is my best. He’s not a “A man, with gelled hair, in the classy suits, wears scent” type, just ordinary middle-aged man keeps good body shape for his age, so cute when get embarrassed and averting his eyes. (it’s Japanese taste, Japanese people really loves shyness.) Haru (the protagonist) referred him as “Ossan” (in Japanese, “Pops” in English), followed with (maybe a bit too) playful attitude. Who can resist pseudo father-son relationship??? I can’t.
The fans say "Don’t play his route first”, in fact his route contains “reveals everything” spoiler, but it’s totally up to you. I wasn’t a “save the strawberry on my shortcake for last” type person, and date-sim players often leave some pursuable characters their have no interest, like leftover pizza crust on the dish. (Story-wise, I highly recommend Ryu’s route. It’s most well written, satisfying scenario. Even I never find his appearance attractive…)
Here's a spoiler-free short story, a example for his fatherly cuteness.
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DID I SAY 2 ART POSTS?? OOPS I MEANT 3 :P
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‘Där finns ingen dålig väder, bara dålig kläder.'
“There is no bad weather, only bad clothes.” Swedes LOVE to talk about the WEATHER so for Word Wednesday we’re going to talk all things VÄDER!
Any conversation here usually starts by talking about what’s going on outside. While this isn’t too far off from any conversation I have with family back home, I catch myself continuously chatting about:
how gray it is
how cold it is
or that brief moment I thought saw actual sunlight!
To get through the dreary & slushy winters, Swedes tend to take a more optimistic approach to how they discuss the days conditions such as using phrases like 'där finns ingen dålig väder, bara dålig kläder.'A prepared Swede is a happy Swede when it comes to the weather.
Currently, we have lost almost all of the ice and snow that covered the streets of Stockholm just a week ago! This last week we saw more sunshine than I have seen my entire trip (I even skipped on my vitamin D supplement this morning!). I would like to say that spring is not far ahead but I’m not about to risk jinxing anything!
Bonus words - There are even different kinds of snow in Sweden
Kramsnö - the perfect snowball making snow
Pudersnö - the nice powdery snow
Skare - the frozen crust, top layer, of snow
Dagsmeja - the snow thats melting from spring sunshine
Snökanon - the Swedish Nor’easter
Slask - slush
Upplega - the technical term picturesque snow covered trees
- Molly
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What a weekend!
Friday brought me the July Keto Krate so that’s been exciting and tempting! I try to wait to enjoy these goodies during the work week so all weekend I keep opening the box then closing it again. Went grocery shopping after work and got caught in the rain, hence the wet selfie. I kept bugging Kevin to make us more BBQ chicken thighs so even though it was raining my man grilled us all the chicken and veggies! True love right there.
Saturday was super productive with a doctor’s appointment, shoe shopping for new walking shoes*, breakfast making & french press brewing, all the laundry and putting it away, two loads of dishes, five mile walk and out to dinner for a cheat meal per Kevin’s request! How can I say no to that.
We went out to a Nepalese restaurant and ate tasty things like Goat Kabob, Chicken Curry, Daal Makhini, Bara, Naan, and these scrumptious chicken dumplings. While I kept insisting we use our cheat meal on something like pizza and sandwiches it was nice to expand our palate and comfort zone. AND I didn’t gain any weight from it. Granted, I didn’t lose weight either but I’m way okay with getting to eat naan and dumplings and not gain a pound.
*I was going to just do Zappos for the shoes but first I googled to see if there was even a store nearby that could give me some legit advice on what I need to keep up with my walking. Surprisingly, I wasn’t laughed out of the “Running” store for getting walking shoes and ended up getting these guys. But really, everything I tried on was like walking on a cloud compared to my six-year old shoes with zero heel cushion anymore.
Sunday was a lazy day where I basically stalked my Tumblr dash for new posts and read all of Reddit. I’m quite knowledgeable now. I eventually got productive and mowed the lawn, made coconut crust BBQ chicken pizza then went out for a five mile walk in the amazing windy and non-humid weather! It made SUCH a difference in my happiness and walk enjoyment!
July Walking Mileage: 30.4 miles walked Goal of 103 miles 29.5% completed
#fitblr#ketoblr#keto#lchf#hflc#low carb#weekend recap#daily weight#daily weigh in#mileage goals#nature#sunsets#keto krate#cheat meal#diet#ketosis#ketogenic#ketogenic diet#ketolife#ketocommunity#selfie#new shoes#thank you for reading my ramblings
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The ingredients needed to make Vickys Raisin Loaf with Bara Brith conversion GF DF EF SF NF:
{Get of raisins.
{Prepare of potato starch - NOT flour.
{Make ready of sorghum flour.
{Make ready of millet flour.
{Get of xanthan gum.
{Take of & 1/4 tsp salt.
{Get of instant yeast (2 & 1/4 tsp).
{Make ready of ground cinnamon.
{Prepare of mixed spice - see my previously posted recipe.
{Make ready of warm water.
{Make ready of Stork block margarine, melted.
{Prepare of golden syrup / honey / agave nectar.
{Make ready of Vickys Egg Replacer mixed with 4 tbsp water.
{Make ready of another 2 tbsp margarine for coating after baking.
Bara brith (literally "mottled bread") is sometimes made with yeast but Mary's family recipe omits it, giving a wonderfully sticky texture. It is best spread with plenty of butter. Recipes Vickys No Meat Lentil Chilli, GF DF EF SF NF. You need of Salt & pepper.
Instructions to make Vickys Raisin Loaf with Bara Brith conversion GF DF EF SF NF:
Put the raisins in a bowl and cover with boiling water. Set aside overnight.
Preheat the oven to gas 4 / 180C / 350F and line a loaf tin with parchment paper and spray lightly with oil then dust with flour.
Put the flours, starch, xanthan gum, yeast, salt and spices in a bowl and whisk together well.
Beat in the warm water, melted margarine, syrup and egg replacer mixture until you form a smooth batter, cake batter consistency.
Drain the raisins well then stir into the batter.
Pour the batter into the loaf tin and smooth the top with the back of a wet spoon.
Bake for 45 - 55 minutes until golden and risen. If you remove the tin and tap the bottom of the loaf it should sound hollow when done. If the bottom of the loaf is still a bit damp after you remove the tin, put it back in the tin upsides down and bake a further 5 - 10 minutes. For a crusty loaf, return to the oven without the tin and bake a further 10 minutes.
Rub the entire loaf with extra margarine to soften the crust as it cools then let cool on a wire rack.
Slice when fully cooled. Wrap individual slices in clingfilm then again in foil to freeze for another day. Defrost then toast.
Tastes lovely toasted.
You can replace the individual flours with a store pre-mixed gluten-free flour blend but you'll need to adjust the liquid added. Use the raisin water if you need to add extra or some orange juice to kick up the flavour a bit works well. The batter should be like cake batter.
Substitutions for Bara Brith / Welsh Fruit Cake - use 300g mixed fruit in place of raisins, replace golden syrup with 100g soft brown sugar, use 350ml brewed tea in place of warm water and soak mixed fruit in that - drain tea straight into batter and mix before adding the fruit in. Glaze with warm runny honey.
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Turtle teachers.
Raph:
He took your training to the next level. Pushing you harder than you wanted to go. Never accepting the words “I can’t” even if it left you tearing up. In the end.. you were able to do the thing you thought you couldn’t but he’d pissed you the fuck off.
So every training ended with a spar session. He’d ‘let’ you wail on him to get out the frustration.
But this time around you were actually causing him to back peddle. Chasing him around the room until his shell collided with the weigh rack and your gloved punch caught him clear across the face.
“HA!” You spat, smug. It was the first real hit you’d ever landed.
Raph’s eyes flick to you and there’s fire in them. “Alright. I see how it is. You want to play rough.” With a quick check of the damage done to his lip he puts his hands up. Lashing out so fast you barely manage to dodge the punches.
Dipping and ducking the barrage until you slide forward. He didn’t expect you to close the gap and he’s caught off-guard. Jumping up your head catches his chin in a surprise headbutt.
Staggering the big bara leaves himself open to another attack and you quickly spin, kicking the back of his leg and leaping out of the way as he falls.
“TIMBER!” You call out, cupping your gloved hands around your mouth. You close the gap again and jump up to sit on his chest.
Raphael’s to stunned to stop you.
“I FINALLY win.” You can’t help it. Rubbing your victory in his face makes his expression sour and he pushes you off of him.
“Yeah yeah. What do you want? A prize?” He scoffs and brushes himself off before helping you pull off the gloves.
There’s an idea. “I get a prize huh?” You’re to hyped up on the adrenaline and victory to be quiet. “How about...I finally get you to do whatever you want to me andddd the safe word is Knitting? That so-”
His hand is on your mouth faster than any of his punches. “Would you quiet down?” The words might be harsh but there’s laughter in his voice.
“Alright alright. Showers first and then you get your prize.” Defeated Raph removes his hand from your mouth. “Shower. Now.” Slapping your ass you yelp and stumble off toward the bathroom, rubbing the slapped cheek.
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Leo:
He was trying to teach you to meditate but all you could do was think of how close he was. You could hear those deep breaths beside you and imagining him sitting beside you just within arms reach.. and your thoughts went straight into the gutter.
Sensing something wrong he cracked an eye open and glanced over. You wer sitting there, toes curling and uncurling as you bit down on your lip. “You have to clear your mind.” Leo reminds you.
A hot blush rises to your cheeks and you smile but manage to keep your eyes closed. Busted. “That’s a little bit hard to do with you right there.”
“Do you want me to leave?”There’s a smirk in his voice.
“What? No!” opening your eyes you look around but you don’t see him. Where’d he go?
His hands touch your shoulders and you nearly jump out of your skin. “Relax.” He soothes. “Try again.”
Swallowing you turn back around and close your eyes. His hands still on your shoulders, working the muscles and slowly creeping down your back. With a sigh your shoulders slump forward you can hear his low chuckle behind you as he continues massaging your back.
“I can’t tell if you’re intentionally making this harder or actually trying to help.” Your voice comes out small.
“Though hardship you grow and learn.” Leo says, openly mocking the ‘wise old karate master’ tone.
Rounding on him you throw yourself at him. “I can’t focus with you touching me.”You snap, bapping him on the nose with your finger.
The ninja smirks, arms trapping you and pressing you against him. “Your focus isn’t the problem. I think it’s the task. How about a break?” The words whisper promise and he leans down to kiss you.
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Mikey:
“No no babe. Angelcakes. You can’t just mash all the buttons. You have to do combos. Like this.” Mikey holds the controller out again, showing you the combo that knocks your character off their feet.
Huffing you try again. Frustration building when you don’t get the combo right. “Oh who cares. I don’t have to have tact to beat you at this game.” You tease.
Mocking hurt he slaps a hand over his chest. “I thought you wanted to learn the ways of video games. You came to me. The master of this rare art form. I took you in as a diciple, began the ancient ritual of-”
“FATALITY!”
His head spins to the screen in surprise. While he’d gone on his little tirade you button mashed his character to death.
“See. Hitting random buttons works sometimes.” Shooting him a playful glare you climb into his lap. “Round two?”
“Oh you’re on.” Mikey says. He’s already picking out his character and you two square off again.
You don’t intend to let him win and he’s getting close to knocking your character out. Leaning back you start whispering in his ear. Distracting him with pizza talk and whispered bribes of pepperoni stuffed crust.
Mikey swallows and you swear there’s a bead of sweat on his brow as his eyes remained firmly fixated on the screen. “P-pepperoni stuffed?” His voice is weak, quivering but he’s not going down without a fight.
There’s a small opening and your small fingers press the buttons randomly. Sending his character to the ground where you finish him off. Jumping to your feet you throw your arms into the air, tossing the controller on the couch. “OH yeah! I WON! Nothing but skillz baby.” Laughing you pull him off the couch but his expression is sad.
“Does this mean i’m not getting pizza?” He asks, heartbroken.
Melting at his puppy dog eyes you sandwich his face between your hands. “You can have whatever you want on your pizza.”
Those crystal blue eyes go wide and a huge smile breaks out. “Pepperoni stuffed crust with extra cheese?”
Nodding you bite your lip, speaking just a breath away from his own. “Pepperoni stuffed with extra cheese.”
Blinking his expression molds into confusion. “Wait- are you- are we still talking about pizza here cause-”
Silencing him with a kiss you wrap your arms around his neck. A giddy laugh escapes him when you pull away.
Lifting you up he wraps your legs around him and races off to his room.
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Don:
Yelping you snatch your finger away from the tech, sticking it in your mouth as Donnie laughs behind you. You were sitting in his lap and trying to help him with some small tech repairs like he’d taught you. Key word: Trying. You’d shocked yourself for the third time.
“There’s still power connected to it. Here. Let me.” He reaches around you to seize control of the situation and you let him. Easily fixing the problem and putting the device back together. “There. All done.”
Frowning you turn around and stare up at him, pouting.
“What?” He laughs nervously, moving the device to the side with a slight tremor in his hand. It was always hard to tell what you’d do when you got pouty.
“You always do things for me.” Pointing it out you gesture to the tech. “You never just let me do it. Even if i’m failing.”
The turtle stutters and swallows. “W-well I mean...that’s just- You were- I’m not the best teacher. Sorry.”
Narrowing your eyes at him you shift, straddling him. His eyes are on you in an instant. Curiosity in them. Leaning in you grab his suspenders and yank him forward. Whispering low and seductively in his ear as he moves to push his glasses back into place.
Donnie turns to look at the curtain sectioning off his lab but you grab his chin, turning it back towards you. “You’re going to sit there and let me do it.”
“D-do what?” He questions. The look in your eyes had his heart racing and you know it.
“You’ll see~.”
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