#being vegetarian in that country is tough

[gennyrthewriter]

i have returned from two weeks in Japan

how much are you betting in the evangelion slot machine pachinko casino

[need-me-a-tiger]

FAvourite flower

Favourite colour

Favourite anime of all time

Favourite book you ever read

What language would you want to just know without studying it?

Have you ever seen a meteor shower?

Would you go sky-diving if you could?

What kind of fish is your fav?

2 Countries you want to visit in your life?

Favourite meal from another culture?

If you could have a sword what type would it be?

Do you like hot chocolate?

Thoughts on Grapefruits, cantaloup, blackberries

my mind empty after seeing this ask wait let me think

i would say classic red rose but i feel happy to see all flowers!

blue green brown

that's a tough question 😭 ponyo i would say!

the vegetarian by han kang

chinese definitely 💀

noppp never seen a meteor shower

100% i would!

i like all fishies i love belugaaaa whale!!

like totally?? turkey (bc CATS) and colombia!!!

hmmmm 🤔 my options to try foreign dishes are quite limited bc of being a vegetarian i would just say pizza hehe :D

A SEXY DAGGER ABSOLUTELY

i like hot chocolate but i prefer cold chocolate more!

yes, no, haven't tried yet i think

[psatalk]

Moving muesli from magical to mainstream

When I was much younger, muesli was just a very expensive breakfast cereal. Although generally associated with wealthier friends and colleagues, ‘Swiss Familia’ was also a shortcut to being well-fed. Whenever one was in a supermarket that carried it, one was tempted to buy it. The back-to-nature crowd, of course mixed up their concoction of oats, nuts, raisins, berries and desiccated or dehydrated fruit themselves. At one time, there was a shop in Manali that sold homemade

Kellogg

 that we would bring back to the big city. One of the first branded muesli products packed in a box and distributed to special food stores across the country emanated from a farmhouse in Bengaluru. If I recall correctly, it was promoted by a former Bollywood actress.

For much of its history, muesli has not only been seen as a wonder food but also as a cure for just about anything. Around 1900, Swiss physician Dr Bircher-Benner, known as the first modern advocate of this whole-food nutrient-rich mixture, thought that most illnesses affected by gut health, immunities and cardiovascular functions, could be alleviated if not cured by exercise and a more nutritious diet. He was a forerunner of the currently widespread profession of functional doctors, who cure everything from blood pressure to high sugar and obesity with a combination of exercise and a holistic diet.

The first mass-produced muesli was introduced in 1959 by Swiss company Somalon, (now known as bio-familia). It used the Bircher-Benner recipe and was soon exported to Germany, Austria, England, the Netherlands and the US. In the 1970s, the company introduced ‘crunchy muesli’, similar to today’s granolas with added sugar and oils – specifically in response to American taste preferences for sugary convenience foods.

Needless to say, muesli has caught on, with many local and global brands offering it as a breakfast convenience food and even as a desi alternative to processed, sugar-coated cereals that come in various shapes and colors. Conventional breakfast cereals that have caught on, particularly amongst the Indian urban upper middle class, have generally faced a tough battle against the traditional favourites of poha, parathas, idlis, dosas, uttappams and even the humble roadside bread pakora.

At first, there was resistance to conventional processed cereals because of the exorbitant price of global brands in fancy packaging, but local alternatives soon emerged in simple flexible pouches. With prosperity, and the increasing obsession with fitness, weight loss and better nutrition, the magical muesli came into the markets as a branded, healthier and more expensive convenience breakfast option. As supermarkets and hypermarkets arrive and proliferate, an explosion of muesli options have arrived and are reaching the kirana store shelves.

The muesli mania amongst food brands and start-ups has become competitive. Organized brands are attempting to bring the prices of this holistic and special mixture within the economic reach and taste preferences of a country that is full of traditional and more fascinating options but which require a working kitchen and considerable effort. Apart from the change in lifestyles that demand instant and convenient but more nutritious solutions, the cultural impetus for organic, vegetarian and coarse grains such as ragi has further fueled this category.

In an up-market hypermarket in Delhi, one can find at least 10 brands and more than 20 varieties of muesli – from chocolate-coated, to added sugar-free to sugar-less. The next steps are visible – to maintain the convenience while offering this special holistic in variations that range from with and without a particular ingredient to address allergens and sugarless varieties that address concerns such as rapidly growing diabetes.

As the muesli category catches on, and the flavors and options multiply, packaging has assumed a more important role. The need to project the new variants and special ingredients on the shelf increases as does the need for coming up with more price-competitive and sustainable packs in a choice of sizes, formats and price points.

Thus one now sees the plain plastic jars with labels and boxes with plastic bags replaced by attractively printed pouches with barrier properties as muesli becomes a mainstream staple of the holistic diet. However, to retain its mystique as a natural and holistic nutrient-rich fitness product, the plastic packaging will have to be recyclable and perhaps also reclosable in a way to keep out moisture. Nevertheless, the high value of the product and its premium positioning, allows food companies to use it as an example of organic high nutrition with convenience delivered in the new sustainable packaging to come.

[sweethoneyrose83]

Eeveelutions Tag Meme Sol

🎀 ̖́- ❝ WHICH EEVEELUTION

ARE YOU? ❞

a Pokemon tag meme!

🎀 ̖́- ─────────────┐

MADE BY: @.gardenGnostic!

TAGGED BY: None

YOUR EMOJI: 🍿

🐾 EEVEE 🐾

• you’re the baby of the friend group

• you get called “cute” a lot

• you’re incredibly adaptable

• you tend to be naïve 🍿

• “It’s the unhappy people who most fear change.”

• you are quite popular

• Do you prefer the city over the country

• you’re prone to impulsively changing your physical appearance

• life is tough, but so are you 🍿

• you have quite a few quirks 🍿

• you’re more traumatized than you look

TOTAL: 3

🌊 VAPOREON 🌊

• swimming is your favorite sport 🍿

• you love mermaids and pretty much any form of aquatic life 🍿

• rainy days will never dampen your mood 🍿

• you tend to prioritize relaxation and destressing over getting your work done 🍿

• you collect seashells

• the sound of the ocean calms you 🍿

• you’re quite laid back, nothing bothers you 🍿

• you eat a lot of seafood

• you blend in with the crowd

• you’re very concerned about your hygiene and take good care of yourself 🍿

TOTAL: 6

⚡️ JOLTEON ⚡️

• *hears thunder* “ohohoh yes”

• you would die without wifi 🍿

• you play a lot of video games 🍿

• you’re loud and spontaneous

• you have a bit of a short temper 🍿

• you’re very fast, either physically or mentally

• you’re quite sensitive and your mood can change rapidly 🍿

• you listen to loud music 🍿

• it takes a while for you to warm up to people 🍿

• you tend to lash out when startled or angered🍿

TOTAL: 7

🔥 FLAREON 🔥

• you don’t get cold very easily

• always drinking hot beverages, even in summer 🍿

• you prefer hot, sunny weather

• you love campfires, roasting marshmallows, etc. 🍿

• your aesthetic is just being Cozy — your bed is covered in fluffy blankets, tons of pillows, etc. 🍿

• you’re a bit hot-headed

• you love the smell of gasoline

• lava looks like the ultimate forbidden snack

• Do you love spicy food / have a high tolerance for it 🍿

• Do you like to burn candles or play with fire

TOTAL: 4

☀️ ESPEON ☀️

• you love feeling the sun on your skin 🍿

• you love puzzles, sudoku, crosswords, etc. 🍿

• you’re quite intelligent and tend to make high marks

• you’re highly observant and tend to notice even the littlest things 🍿

• you’re highly spiritual and perhaps dabble in witchcraft 🍿

• you love to wear expensive clothes, like velvet and silk

• you carry an air of elegance, grace, and/or sophistication

• you tend to have very vivid dreams

• you’re a morning person and at least enjoy the concept of waking up early

• you have a lot of daily routines (including but not limited to spiritual ones, ie “tarot card of the day”)

TOTAL: 4

🌙 UMBREON 🌙

• you’re a night owl / keep ungodly hours 🍿

• you never left your emo/edgy phase 🍿

• you do not fear the paranormal

• because you’re already the scariest thing in the room

• you have a dark / B&W / monochrome as 🍿

• you have a fascination with werewolves or other monsters 🍿

• you love to stargaze/look at the moon 🍿

• you’re not afraid of the dark; you embrace it

• Do you like forensics / true crime documentaries 🍿

• you’re relatively quiet and mysterious🍿

• other people are intimidated by you

TOTAL: 7

🌱 LEAFEON 🌱

• you love to garden and tend to plant life 🍿

• you care deeply about the environment 🍿

• you’re vegan/vegetarian

• you’re a pacifist and try to keep the peace 🍿

• you’re relatively quiet and calm 🍿

• you spend a lot of time out in nature

• you’d rather live in the country than the city

• you don’t mind getting your hands dirty 🍿

• you’re quite sensitive to the cold

• you love going hiking, whitewater rafting, etc. 🍿

• you’re a bit of a hippie 🍿

TOTAL: 7

❄️ GLACEON ❄️

• you get excited when it snows 🍿

• you’re incredible at holding a grudge

• stronger than you look 🍿

• you tend to be a little... cold

• you’ll eat ice cream in the winter without thinking twice 🍿

• you currently or used to eat ice 🍿

• you don’t get cold very easily

• winter is your favorite season 🍿

• you love the sparkly look of freshly fallen snow and the crunch of it under your boots 🍿

• you love ice skating / watching figure skaters 🍿

TOTAL: 7

🎀 SYLVEON 🎀

• helping people is one of your favorite things 🍿

• “Drink your water uwu🌸” 🍿

• you have an interest in fashion

• you get called “cute” a lot

• Do you like to hold hands 🍿

• you’re very physically affectionate

• you tend to keep the peace and take the role of pacifying others in conflicts 🍿

• you have a pink/feminine aesthetic

• you believed in fairies when you were younger 🍿

TOTAL: 5

[catchycourtfoods]

Advantages and Disadvantages of Eating Non Veg Food

It's a common thing for people to eat a lot of non-vegetarian food. It's important to know the pros and cons of eating non-vegetarian food, and this piece goes into detail about the great pros of Vezlay Food Products. Come along with us on this culinary adventure!

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The Pros of Non-Vegan Food: A Musical Symphony

Bounty of Nutrients: Eating non-vegetarian food is a great way to get a lot of important nutrients, like protein, iron, and vitamin B12. These are all important for a healthy diet.

Better Taste: The different tastes and textures of non-vegetarian food make cooking more enjoyable, like a melody for the taste buds.

Boost Your Metabolism: Non-vegetarian foods that are high in protein help your metabolism run faster, which is good for your health and weight.

The Problems with Non-Vegan Food: A Tough Balance

Concerns about health: Eating too much can cause health problems like high cholesterol and heart issues. Moderation is important for living a good life.

Impact on the Environment: The meat business leaves a big mark on the environment, which worries people. By choosing safe options, you can lessen the damage you do to the environment.

Vezlay Food Products: A Healthy Option

Benefits of Choosing Vezlay Food Products: A Healthier Option to Visit

Plant-Powered Nutrition: Vezlay Foods Products offers a plant-based option that is high in proteins and nutrients and good for you.

Environmentally Friendly Delight: Choosing Vezlay is healthier for the environment because it has a better effect on it than other non-vegetarian options.

Creative and Healthy Cooking: Vezlay Products, like fake meats and tasty plant-based foods to give you a lot of options for making healthy and creative foods.

 

How to Find the Balance: The Benefits and Disadvantages of Non-Vegan Food

Multiple Food Exploration: Eating non-vegetarian food gives up a world of delicious food from many countries.

Choices That Are Good for You: Finding a balance between eating non-vegetarian foods and healthy ones is important for a well-rounded approach to health, combining taste with well-being.

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[littleapocalypsekitten]

Are you ever just browsing random Internet and you find just... the worst take in a surprising place? So, Youtube suggested someone's video about the jokes and perils of Generation X, probably because I've clicked on some kind of Gen X jokes thing before. Yeah, I'm old. I'm a late Gen X-er, a "Xennial" as it were, as in if I was born just a year later, I would have been a Millennial. Still, the Gen X stereotypes apply to me bigtime. I clicked this video about the "Commandments that Gen X Kids Lived By" and got nostalgic, because, why yes, I wore a key around my neck when I went to school because most days both of my parents were working and getting into the house after school required me to be keyed. And, yes, parents really did just let us play outside unsupervised at almost all hours ("Until the street lamps come on" but I lived in the country, so for me it was sunset). I made the mistake of clicking on one of this guy's other videos "Gen X is not to blame" expecting a little rant about being mistaken for Boomers or something when we were / are the first generation to really suffer under the "Boomer economy." (see my little latchkey "Thanks," Regan) above. Instead, I got the guy ranting about Gen Z being a bunch of soft little whiners and talk about how a number of Boomers had Gen Z children, not just Gen X and how certain chains of political correctness were started. He has this ANNOYING brag about how "Gen X has been through as much shit as combat veterans." - Okay, buddy... (Just because you were apparently a hard partier who lost a lot of friends doesn't mean we all were) - I am IN this generation and I don't like such brags. And all about how our generation is "tough, not whiny, can take it." - Um, I was a whiny-ass kid and am in therapy now (probably because of people like the guy... he gave me a lot of vibes that reminded me of my also Gen X abusive older brother as well as my childhood and teen years bullies). And then he talked about how his Gen Z daughter is smart and doesn't give in to all of the Gen Z crap and launched into a transphobic rant about how "All the people at her school are saying they're nonbinary or trans and no one is just gay, this leads me to the conclusion that trans people are homophobes because they can't accept that they're just gay and in denial of what they really are / not letting people be just gay anymore." Ugh...how common is this, trans community? (I'm cis, I'm just wondering how common this accusation of Spiderman-point - No UR the homophobes!" is). Just... bad takes all around. He got into an anti-environmentalist rant, an anti-vegetarian rant of all things (personally I agree that I like meat, it was just weird...) and was speaking for Gen X? And I'm here, a Gen X-er rolling my eyes and clicking back to continue watching the video after initially clicking off of it because I just wanted to see how bad the trainwreck got. I was going to respond to him, but A. Youtube comments are meaningless and B. I would have wasted my time. Please, other generations, don't think all Gen X people are a bunch of bitter oldsters who are turning in stereotypical Boomers! While I can tell you that we had some of the upbringing stereotypes in kind, not all of us turned out the same way.

[absolute-chaotician]

But then there's the despair.

No more splitting rent, electric, and internet... right after my rent increases in August and student loan repayments will restart...

Taking out my own trash/recycling and the cats' litter.

Physical contact. No cuddling, holding hands, sex on demand.

Grocery shopping and laundromat alone.

Making all my own food... although that might actually be good because I'm getting fat from the fried/processed shit he makes. Aren't vegetarians supposed to be healthy?

Mostly just the companionship. Someone to be in the same room sitting silently playing video games or watching TV together.

No more surprise concert tickets.

No more surprises at all. Not even the thoughtful little things like including the items he knows I need in his Instacart orders without me telling him to.

Ugh he's so hottttt...

He's (kinda) good with meeting friends and family. Not great, but good. Knows how to be charming when needed. Former bartender skills.

The littlest cat will really miss him. They've bonded so closely. It's already tough to pay enough attention to 3 cats. Halving the number of human hands (and laps) makes it even more difficult.

No more random hugs and kisses throughout the day in our shared home office.

Might as well get rid of the wine fridge. Good and bad - it'll be because I have an organized fridge (and can go back to boxed wine) again, but it also means no more surprise wine and no one to share it with.

I'll miss the classic melon vape.

There go our (seldom played) co-op Stardew, Sun Haven, and V Rising games.

Depressing memorabilia of what could have been: photos from our first Valentine's Day when we made it ~Insta story official~, one of our best dates, the print of the place we had our very first date, the shitty but charming painting he made of the littlest cat, the Lego sets we did together, the "our first Christmas living in sin" ornament I got him last year which he unboxed literally the day before we left for the trip on which I'd see my grandma alive and alert for the last time. Fucking oof.

What will he leave here when he moves across the country? The fancy Alexas? The smart bulbs? The LED strips on the back of my TV? I might have to refit my entire "smart" apartment without him. FUCK will he take the air fryer??

Back to condoms. Ack.

No one to carry all the heavy shit my spaghetti arms can't.

Spiders. Mice. FUCKING BIRDS. I'll have to deal with all manner of strange beings that get into the apartment alone.

[thetoxicgamer]

CadiaN Says ‘Worst Part’ of Being a CS:GO Pro Has Nothing to Do With the Game Itself

The worst aspect of being a professional CS:GO player isn't spending a lot of time practising and always competing in high-stress games against the best in the world. IGL cadiaN of Heroic claims that having to endure "poor food" for more than 150 days of journey is the worst part. https://twitter.com/caspercadiaN/status/1619999969397858304 https://twitter.com/caspercadiaN/status/1620000669275983872 This is because the tournament organizers in CS:GO can’t secure a great catering service for players, forcing teams to spend a lot of money on food from outside the event and the hotel, according to cadiaN. “ hope T.O’s will step up soon, traveling 150+ days a year with bad food is rough,” cadiaN said on Twitter. “ mostly poor quality. It’s also tough when the location moves from country to country, making it hard for the T.O’s to ensure good options. However, the money all team spends on ordering from the outside, due to bad food is insane.” With the way the CS:GO calendar is designed for tier-one teams, players spend a huge bulk of their year on the road, jumping from one tournament to another, while also doing occasional boot camps from time to time, to try to arrive in the events in their best shape possible. The food issue that cadiaN pointed out isn’t affecting only the players. Popular CS:GO caster Harry “JustHarry” Russell commented on the Heroic’s captain thread that he struggles during the events because there are almost no options for vegetarians. “As a vegetarian, it’s pretty rough out here, so many times I’ve just had chips as the vegetarian option,” JustHarry said. “I love chip as much as the next guy, but after 10 days of only chips, I’m over it man, I’m done, tap me out, someone stop me.” CadiaN might have more luck in his next CS:GO tournament, IEM Katowice, as he said ESL has made improvements on the catering throughout 2022. The last tournament he attended was BLAST Premier Spring Groups in Copenhagen, Denmark. Read the full article

[athena-swords]

PAC

Disclaimer: take this reading with a little bit of humor and as I always say it's a general reading do take what resonates folks Yaa now choose your pile and enjoy.

Pile 1

Okay some of you will be guides and some of you will incarnate into like 26 century and there will always be a fell of not being connected to your generation kids you all will be called the old soul guy majority of your life will go in such a confusion like nothing made you happy it will just came with a question mark. I see you guys leaving everything like marriage kids jobs and living a monk life of course it was a very tough choice but you know that this is what will make you feel fulfillied I am specifically seeing Buddhist monks. You guys will be very close to the higher being and maybe in that century many are not in touch with their spiritual part so you will help them out. Your purpose will be very important Yaa do good works folks. Many of you will have that incarnation as your last incarnation on this planet.

Intuitive messages : vegetarian, boring, enlighten, moron, light and dark, spirit of the earth, peace.

Do give feedback how you liked it

Pile 2

Hiii pile 2 you guys will be the charmers such a fire energy just living their life to the fullest you guys will have the freedom to do what ever you want you will be not bonded by anything will help who needs your help such a youngster energy but the wicked side who have wronged people have to have their karma given to them right for most of your life you will be like a Amm train a moment hear and the other moment their will like to experience everything life has to give but our shadows never leave us your past self would come to you from there you have to learn some heavy lesson Amm Just take it if you want you guys could die early on sorry for ending it sad but I loved doing your reading it was such a fun energy a secret for you all you guys maybe or maybe not have transportation power Yaa. Most of you could have migrant parents from a country side to mega city so growing up you could have absent parents .most of you will love to wear shinning jewelry and and cross dressing like just doing shit you like without caring of about others will think.

Intuitive messages : Eros, seductive, military, child, rainbows, chilly, New York City, real talk

Do give feedback and be healthy and happy

Pile 3

Okay okay your one is the cutest one like there are different scenarios one is you could be an orphan or your parents have not cared about you but your high school will be lit ass fuck if you are waiting for that kdarma thing in happen in your life I guess you guys made it happen for your next life. You will be the silent introvert kid and the other person is gonna be the popular person of the school with full of joy and charm like its gonna be so Aww type they will see you being not included in the class and will approach you I see that you both will balance each other alot you are gonna be with your past life partner you will be coming out of your shell and will be sharing your ideas in the world Yaa pile 3 go get it my pals you guys will be very creative and innovative and highly intellectual but due to your shy nature couldn't come to speak of your thoughts. You will be have financial stability since your childhood enjoy the memories you make byy.

Intuitive messages : main character, school sweetheart, weirdo, sister code, lossen up, food.

Do give feedback and have a good week ahead

Pile 4

OK my fam you all got rich CEO vibes like I see you guys doing more than one job caz well you want to and in childhood you could be that child who is very blunt suppose you don't like that aunt you will tell them in a honey voice aunt I don't like you coming to our house than give a smile and run back to playing you will be your parents spolied child and only one I am getting that in your school days you would have gotten many medals and will love to play sports and will have a very good self esteem you will always encourage people to love themselves I am hearing biker so maybe you will like doing that allover your is one of the most simple and clam reading you will be like a close to perfect person humble caring nurturing. I see you loving all the luxurious thing you have buyed ohh you could be a clothing brand owner you will have so complains to your life and will do charity work from time to time hope so you liked it caz I liked it very much.

Intuitive messages : biker, wine, high class, living my life, Gucci .

Do give feedback and have a blasting day.

Okay I tried this first time and hope you all will like your readings

Har Har Mahadev

[thetwistedcryptid]

“I jus' want a humble, murderously simple thang: that folks be glad when I mosey on into tha room.”

School: Night Raven Collage 

[Tumbleranch]

[the dorm was founded by the vainglorious, endowed with a notorious reputation of an outlaw of the West and is inspired by the world of Home on the Range]

(Fandorm by @tumbleranch-dorm !)

Full Name: Bowie Eustace

Nicknames: Curly, Eusie, and Cow-boy.

Grade/Class: Year 2 (Sophomore)/Class (No.2-A)

Birthday: June 21st (Gemini)

Age: 18 yrs old

Height: 6'7" without horns, 7'0" with horns

Race: Bull (Wooly Cow) Beastman

Dominant Hand: Left

Homeland: Shaftlands 

Club: Light Music Club

Best Subjects: Physical education, Alchemy, and Conjuration

Worst Subject: Flying 

Hobbies: Weight lifting, Target practice with the gun mode of his magic pen, baking pastries, and standing out during a sun shower just cuz it's his favorite weather and it feels nice. He likes playing guitar(banjo), playing harmonica, and singing - his voice is alluringly deep and coarse, kinda like Leonas' (he even writes his own tunes! Mostly country songs, of course)

Pet Peeves: People who give up too easily, and people who try and find easy ways out/who cheat the system to avoid working for their goals. 

Fears: being forgotten, being rejected, and being weak/useless. 

Favorite Food: anything/everything, he's not picky. Though mostly vegetarian dishes - mostly pastries! He has a strong sweet tooth.

Least Favorite Food: nothing meat based (mainly beef…. Makes him go Yikes)

Talent: having an almost photographic memory of different plants and minerals - being able to identify them without appearances, mainly just by the taste or scent. Even ones he's not very familiar with/has only interacted with once/briefly. 

Unique Magic: Miners Holdin'

Incantation: "Prospectors (always) collect debts."

[The user can store or take out "items" from a metaphysical space that resides in the user, akin to a video game inventory. In order to put in an item, they must have skin contact with the object and be aware of the item to do so (so they couldn't stop a knife to the back, for example). What constitutes an item is anything non-living and solid (though the user can store liquids and gasses if they're contained in something). Items can be taken out at any time and anywhere on the body, though it's easiest to do so on the user's hands.

When an item is stored, the weight of it will be evenly distributed across the body. All items stored will essentially be frozen in time, so something that's hot when stored will come out with the same heat (which is quite useful for meals). If the user wants, they can (violently) expel items from their body, though it requires concentration. Additionally, if there isn’t enough space between the user and where they want to expel an object, the item will force its way between the user and whatever is blocking its successful experiment.

Similar to some video games, the user has a weight limit. Said limit is between 90 to 100 lbs, with anything in (or over) the range will cause the user to become over encumbered, and thereby slower. If the user stores something greatly above that limit, they’ll be crushed by the force and rendered unable to move. (The force could also injure or kill them, if it’s heavy enough).]

Trivia: He's an honors student, and often tutors the first years in his dorm whenever he's not busy. He's rarely seen with anything other than a bright smile on his face - often hiding his sadness and repressing his anger. Not wanting to bother or burden others with his problems. Wanting to be tough enough to handle his own issues, as well as shoulder others' problems as well whenever he can. Being a very good listener, and always giving others a shoulder to cry on (he gives the best hugs!).

He can stand his own ground and isn't someone you wanna get in a one on one fight with - he refuses to fight an unarmed opponent, so if you have no weapon he won't use his either. He'll just beat you up the old fashioned way - fist to face! Him being one brick wall of muscle also helps him in that regard.. Doesn't usually resort to violence, but will do so if he has too. Usually for self defense (of himself or others).

 He doesn't lie as he isn't a fan of it (makes that point well known when asked), and is hard to lie to as he can always tell when someone is. Mostly based on analyzing body language. Though.. if he trusts you enough, he might drop a white lie to protect a secret/promise - he takes secrets/promises veery seriously and would rather drop dead than break someone's (especially a friends') trust. Also; he has a bull's tail, which wags whenever he's annoyed or excited  and drops when he's sad. It's a very good indicator of his emotions even when he tries to hide them - such betrayal by his own body..

He calls people, regardless of gender - things like "Sugar" "Sugar Bug" "Booboo" "Bubba" "Toots" "Tootsie" "Sport" "Champ" etc. Though typically he gives each person their own associated nickname from the list above or based on a plant/mineral they remind him off!

He's not very good at cooking.. but not terrible either, when it comes to regular food. He most specializes in candy, pastries, and other such treats.

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Character Summary:

"Bein' brave doesn’ mean ya aren’t scared. Bein' brave means ya are scared, really scared, badly scared, an' ya do tha right thang anyways."

He was born and raised on a large wide open farmstead on the outskirts of a trading village in a more humid part of the Shaftlands - they grew all sorts of things; from wheat, to pumpkins, to carrots, and potatoes. They even raise chickens - specifically for the eggs, though if the hen house is ever overcrowded they'll kill some and sell the meat. His family is quite well known and liked in their community, always pitching in to help others with whatever they need. Never asking for anything in return - though usually gifting homemade treats/meals as thanks when people do as such for them - something instilled in him from a young age. 

His family isn't very rich but also not dirt poor. They're bordering between lower class and middle class. But they're happy where they are. He has a somewhat large family - having many siblings (he's somewhere near the middle in terms of age) and cousins. Their community is also tight knit so they all treat each other like extensions of their own family. Every holiday the whole town would gather together with home cooked meals, play music and games, and celebrate together like one one family. It's something he always looks forward to whenever he is to return home during the winter and summer break.

Due to being raised on a farm he is quite stocky in build, and has a lot of strength/stamina. Usually playing the role of doing a lot of the heavy lifting,  alongside his father, brothers, and cousins, back home during harvests - which he never minded. When he got accepted into NRC he was very excited, but also kinda scared. He had no idea what awaited him on the Isle of Sages. A new place filled with strangers.. he was happy to meet new people and have new experiences, but leaving behind the familiarity of home made him uneasy. Still, he swallowed that fear, said farewell to his family, and left for the school. 

He was excited when he got sorted into Tumbleranch! A lot of the people there had the same lifestyle and mentality he did, so he felt right at home. He is still trying to find his footing, and make a name for himself here. Wanting to be seen as reliable, sturdy, strong, dependable, and someone you want to keep around. Not wanting anyone to hate him, even though he's accepted the fact he can't have everyone like him/be his friend. But that doesn't stop him from trying, at the very least. He really looks up to the dorm leader, and during his first year had often tried to imitate him, to figure out why he was so great and what he did to make things work - and even now he still admires the dorm head, but he tries to show it in his own personal ways nowadays instead of  being a copycat lost in a corn maze. 

He is known around the school as a very kindred spirit - a very 'big brother' energy type of dude, someone you can easily trust and vibe with. He can be rather protective and defensive over those he befriends (he's an extrovert and it's easy for him to bond/get along with others), kinda like Kalim (someone he easily gets along with, unsurprisingly). People wonder how such a nice person got into NRC, but don't bother him about it.. much. And even when they do, he ignores it. 

Whenever he's not doing school work, studying, doing light music club stuff, or working In the mines, he likes to perform at The Rowdy Horde - singing songs and playing musical tunes for his classmates while they unwind and have good refreshments. He does this to try and make others happy, as well as to keep the place as 'alive' feeling as possible. Plus.. he just wants to share his musical interests with anyone who's willing to listen :) he's not a master at it yet.. but he's trying his best, and constantly can be found practicing! It always makes him happy to see people enjoy things that he does/makes. And those smiles are what he strives for whenever he performs or assists someone. He thinks smiles are the best form of payment. 

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Written for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Halloween Challenge! This is my first time posting here, so be kind 😊

 Character pairing: dark!Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve realizes he can’t let you go when you’re stuck in a safe house with him.

Quote: I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: Non-con (implied), non-con touching, blackmail, coercion, 18+ only. Please don’t read if you don’t like.

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 The rain was falling in torrents and how you made your way through it you would never know. It was only September, but the rain made it much colder and you were so glad that you were in a car with heating on. Steve was driving almost blind and if it were someone else, you would be scared, but it was him and so you let yourself sink into the seat and relax.

 “Take my jacket, you look cold” He said as he shot your slightly shivering form a sharp look.

 You nod and reach behind to take his jacket and wrap it around your body. You do it without hesitation and with no question. Always so trusting and obedient, at least, when it came to him. You were small, in fact positively diminutive when it came to the super soldier sitting beside you and seemed to drown in his jacket. He smiled when he saw you, and you smile back at his cheeky look.

 “How long until we get to the safe house? I am hungry.” You asked, wiggling in your seat.

 “Not long. It’s right in the middle of this clearing. Maybe 10 more minutes”, He answered, reaching over to pat your knee in assurance.

 “You’ve been there before?”

 “Twice. Nat and I set it up just after we took down Shield and then later crashed here with Sam and Buck around 2 years ago. It’s safe and cozy.”

 You hum and played with your fingers. It was only going to be the two of you this time. It didn’t bother you all that much. You would rather it be him than anyone else. Well, maybe Tony, but after him you liked Steve the best. You were one of the younger avengers, having been recruited only two years ago by Clint Barton. You used to work for a covert government organization IMF where Clint was undercover for a few years and seeing your talent with a gun and a computer, he had once asked your help in one of his Avengers missions where you met Tony Stark who immediately took a liking to you and trained you under him.

 You worked as Tony’s tech girl, helping mostly with recon missions for a few months. Then Natasha started training you for field missions and low and behold, you were kicking ass with them for nearly 6 months now. You haven’t done very difficult missions yet, and not a single solo. Mostly you’re paired with Nat and Clint or, as this time, with Steve. Tony assured you he’ll let you do a solo soon, but always lamented that ever since you got outside, he missed his lab buddy.

 You loved these small missions with Steve. He was always patient with you and taught you the drills but didn’t hold back. He would let you take the lead at times and was always proud of even the smallest achievement. At first when you had met, you had been kind if intimidated of his aloofness, but it didn’t take long for you both to bond over cheesy 40s music and your mutual love for art.

 “Y/n, we’re here” Steve announced and got out of the car. You followed, grabbing your small bag and ran through the rain to the porch. It was like a getaway cabin and you were so glad you didn’t have to stay in some dingy hole. You wanted warmth, food, and a comfortable place to sleep.

 Steve shut the door behind you and took off his wet shoes, putting them upside down near the door. You take off his jacket and your shoes too, grateful to be away from the squelching soles.

 “There’s no fireplace” You observe with a pout, and Steve chuckled.

 “Y/n, it’s a safe house. The smoke would let people know someone is living here. We don’t want that now, do we?” He gave you an indulgent smile and walked through to the kitchen, starting to unpack the supplies and food.

 “But I am cold!” You whine, and for that moment Steve realized your age gap. He gestured for you to come to him while he put the water to boil and you slowly approached him with small steps. Once you are in front of him, he looked at your damp hair and clothes, thankful that his jacket had prevented you from getting too wet.

 “You cold, huh?” He asked, hooking a hang around your waist to pull you against his chest. You stumble and steady yourself with both hands against his massive shoulders, your head a couple inches below his shoulder.

 “Yeah” You moan, wrapping your arms around his body. “How the hell are you always warm, eh?”

 Steve chuckles again and continues to cook while hugging you with an arm around your body. This closeness isn’t new. He would never admit it, but Captain Steve Rogers is a serial cuddler and you are his favourite cuddle buddy. He would cuddle you on the couch during movie nights, he would cuddle you after returning from a tough mission and he would cuddle you when you get your period. Steve Rogers was your best friend, and you felt safe with him. But you didn’t know Steve Rogers wanted to be more than just your friend. He wanted you with him when he went to sleep and when he woke up, he wanted you when he cooked and when he took a shower. No, you had no idea that the National treasure of America was in love with you.

 It wasn’t like he was hiding his feelings. He just never came out and said them out loud. Steve often believed that actions spoke louder than words and so he tried to tell you his feelings by doing little somethings for you. He learnt to make your coffee exactly the way you liked, he watched the movies you liked and read the books you read. He learnt to cook vegetarian dishes since you despised any kind of meat. More than anything, he tried to get along with Tony. Tony was your protective big brother/father, and he loved you enough to scare off every man who ever looked at your way. You were the only one in the team to have rooms on the same floor as Tony and you both shared a kitchen. Steve knew that if he wanted you to himself, he needed to get on Tony’s good side. So, he bit his tongue when he wanted to snap and gave his go ahead to things he deeply disapproved of, just to have to build back the old trust. It worked out, since Steve was one of the only people who were allowed a mission with you.

 “Will there be hot water for a shower?” You asked, body being warmed by Steve. He looked down at your face, full of childish innocence and stripped off every hardness after a tired mission.

 “Maybe, but definitely not enough for both of us” Steve commented. The vegetable stew needed to simmer for a while, so he sat you both down on the worn couch in the living room, your head on his shoulder and his arm still around you. He had hoped you would pick up on his feelings, since having you this close did things to him. Your soft body fit so perfectly into his large one that he never wished to part from you. Maybe tonight would be that night.

 “I’ll call Tony and eat. You take that shower and save me some hot water if you can.” You said and took out your phone to let Tony know you were safe and would leave for compound in the morning as planned. Steve looked at you walk away, speaking softly to Tony and wished more than ever that the rain outside would turn into a storm just to prolong your stay. He didn’t get to have you alone a lot at the compound. There were always other people around, always Wanda wanting female company or Peter following you around asking how you impressed Tony. He liked it here in this little cabin, cooking a meal for you after a hard day of work.

 “Tony says to leave early tomorrow so we can reach home by lunch. He wants to take me to meet Stephen Strange” You say suddenly, breaking out Steve from his domestic fantasy.

 “Stephen Strange? Why?”, he asked, frowning.

 “Tony and him and doing some weird wizard-avenger collab in that Nepal place- what is it called, Kamartaj- for a few weeks”, you answer.

 “What’s that got to do with you?” Steve asked, slightly irritated and hands curing into fists.

 “He’s taking me along. Says he doesn’t want me away for so long. Also, this wiz, Dr. Strange, he’s apparently some kind of genius. Tony says I can learn a lot from him. But I think it’s just a ruse. I’m pretty sure they are dating, and he just wants me to meet him”, You say with a fond smile. Steve doesn’t smile or say anything.

 Weeks? You’d be gone for weeks? That too in another country without him. He didn’t like that. He didn’t like that at all.

 “You wanna go?” He asked in what he hoped was a normal voice. He wanted you to say no, wanted to see that hesitation in your eyes as you thing of being away from him for weeks, maybe months.

 “Sure, I think it would be fun. I wanna see the Himalayas and maybe I’ll visit India too. I’ve got a pen friend there who I’d love to meet.” Your reply was so nonchalant that for a moment Steve just stares, and then he is angry. Here was a perfect chance for you and him to spend time away from the overbearing presence of Tony Stark, but you would rather see snow covered mountains and meet a pen friend in India? He’d only thought you were being a little oblivious of his feelings, maybe deliberately trying not to acknowledge them as you wanted to take it slow. But it seems like you…it seems like you felt nothing beyond friendship for him at all. After all those months spent hugging and laughing together, and yet you would rather choose Tony over him. A rage settled over him and he needed to clench his jaw and curl his arm tight around the back of the couch to stop himself from grabbing you and…and doing things he had rather not do.

 “Take that shower. Leave your wet clothes outside, I’ll see what I can do with them” Steve said suddenly.

 “You sure you don’t want a shower too? We’ve got layers of grim from crawling through that tunnel.” You asked.

 Steve looked at you for a minute, eyes rowing over your small face. He took in the little acne scars you were so self-conscious about, your slightly chapped lips and those beautiful eyes that reared him in. He nodded.

 “Yeah, you go on. I’ll see if I need one” He said and went to the kitchen while you left for the bedroom with the connected bathroom.

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 The bathroom was nicer than you had hoped, probably Nat’s doing if the products where anything to go by. You’d removed your wet clothes outside and stood naked under the stream of warm water, sighing with relief. It was a small mission but brutal on your body. It would have been heaven to have a tub in here, but safe houses were meant to be quick and effective, and this one was way better than others, so you didn’t complain. You were just going to wash your hair when the bathroom door opened, and Steve entered.

 “Steve!” You shouted, hands covering your breast and turning so your back was to him. You looked at him with wide eyes, expecting him to sputter and leave but he stayed, eyes lingering on your ass a bit before meeting your eyes.

 “Got any of that hot water left or have you finished all of it?” He asked, taking off his t-shirt and leaving his chest bare.

 Your mouth opened in surprise as your backed yourself into the corner, trying to make sense of what was happening. Your best friend had just barged into your bathroom while you were showering and showed no signs of leaving.

 “W-what are you doing, Steve?” You asked in a small voice, still covering yourself with your hands the best you could.

 “Taking a shower. I told you we didn’t have enough water for two, so I thought I’d join you. You were right anyway, we are grimy.” He said and fumbling a bit, dropped his pants down too. You panicked, not understanding what was happening as Steve stood in his boxers, taking steps towards you.

 “No. No no no no” You almost chanted that as a mantra, eyes going here and there, not knowing what to do. Steve reached your small body crowded into the corner and slowly, very slowly raised a hand to wipe away the dirty on your cheek. You started at his touch and quickly sidestepped, running towards the door. You didn’t know what had gotten into Steve, but you needed to get out of here. Now.

 You’d taken only two steps before a hand wrapped around your waist and brought you back screeching to a hard chest, back against front.

 “Stop. Steve, let me go. Please.” You said, your tears mingling with the water on your skin, one hand across your chest and other on his wrist trying to pry it off.

 “No sweetheart, you need to take this shower. You’re dirty and tired. Come.” You hated his voice for being soft and soothing still, showing no indication of what he was doing to you. His voice was still your Stevie’s voice, calm, cool, a little commanding and full of affection for you.

 “I- Steve, I don’t want a shower. Not like this, please.” You tried to break away, wiggling and crying but Steve didn’t listen and dragged you back and turned on the water again. You both were bombarded with hot water and stood under it for a minute before Steve turned it off again.

 “Gimme that shampoo, I’ll do your hair.” He said, releasing you from his hold. But it wasn’t any good as you were blocked by the wall on your back and Steve at your front. You hadn’t turned around yet, but now you did. Sobbing, with thighs squeezed tight to hide you down there and hands inefficiently covering your breasts, you looked at him with betrayed eyes. You didn’t try running again. You knew his strength; you have trained with him. He could take you down in seconds.

 “Why are you doing this? What is happening?” Your voice was small and broken, sending a pang through Steve’s heart. He loved you and didn’t want to hurt you, but you needed to see his feelings for you. He couldn’t risk you going away for months. He just couldn’t. His eyes slowly moved down from your face, taking in every inch of your body exposed, not touching, only looking.

 “We’re taking a shower after which we will eat our food while we watch some stupid movie on that laptop of yours. Then, we’ll cuddle and sleep with you on my chest and tomorrow morning you will call Tony and tell him you won’t join him for his trip to Nepal.”

 He was mad. He was insane, you were sure of it. Face burning with humiliation under his gaze, fire began sparking in your eyes. How dare this tall buff blond muffin think it okay to invade your space and demand such things from you? Just who the fuck did he think he was.

 “No. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, but you need to stop. Get out, or if you want to shower, let me go out. I’m done with whatever game you are playing.” You sneered at him. Steve had to smile at this, his little spitfire. He didn’t really expect you to give in easily, that’s not the girl he knew and trained. You were with the avengers because you could handle stuff others would wet themselves with. You were strong and he knew that. But he was stronger.

 “What’s gotten into me?” He asked, closing the distance between you so you were against the wall and caged by his arms on either side. His face was inches away and your breathing sped up. He looked cruel and menacing, the blue eyes you loved so much taking on a much darker hue. “You have gotten in me. You got under my skin and in my thoughts and in my heart. Now I want you under me.”

 He bent down and you were sure he was going to force a kiss on your mouth but he surprised you by pressing his lips softly on your forehead like he did when you had nightmares or right before a mission. It was a kiss of reassurance and love, and somehow, that just scared you more. Whatever Steve thought he was doing, he believed it was driven by love. And when Steve loved someone, he loved them without abandon. If he went against everyone to save his friend, what would he do to have you?

 “Steve…please…” You didn’t know what to say or what to do. You wanted to get away from him and cover yourself up to get some control back. You wanted to talk to him and forget this ever happened and get back your best friend.

 “You have two options. First, we both take a bath right now. I won’t touch you where you don’t want me to, we eat, and sleep and you go back with me to the compound like a good girl and tell everyone we are together. Or..” His eyes narrowed here, “Or, I could take you right here, right now and make you mine with little option. I could rail you deep and hard so you will feel me deep inside you for days on end. I know you’re not on birth control and I have no condoms with me, so if you get pregnant, you best believe I’ll have you tied down to myself with a ring on that finger by the end of the month. The choice is yours.”

 Your heart sank. You looked into his eyes, your whole body shaking and knees ready to give up. He was serious! He was absolutely serious, and you had no idea what the fuck happened. Just an hour ago you were sure he was the person who made you feel the safest, but now that sanctuary had been torn apart and some possessive stranger had taken its place.

 “You’re insane. You’ve lost it!” You cry, sliding down the wall as your knees collapsed, folding your knees to hide your nakedness. Steve followed you down and wrapped his arms around your small form.

 “I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched. You own me, my heart and soul. And soon, I’ll have you too. How that happens is your choice. Choose.” His tone bore no argument. You had just one card to play.

 “Tony would never stand for it. He’ll find out, I’ll tell him and then you’ll be done.” You made your tone harsh and full of venom. You don’t know what you expected him to do, but it definitely wasn’t laugh. It was an amused chuckle, like a daddy who was indulging his silly daughter, full of patronizing hilarity.

 “Sweetheart, you don’t think I have a plan for that? Even if I spend months bringing you flowers and singing love ballads from your window, he wouldn’t exactly be convinced. He isn’t exactly fond of me, is he? I had a plan in place for months. I didn’t want to have to use it honestly, I wanted you to come to me of your own violation. But I just thought as a back up plan…” You screamed as he suddenly scooped you up in his arms, still wet and naked and carried you out to the bedroom. He deposited you on the bed and gave you a towel that you hastily covered yourself with. You looked behind you and the door was locked. It wasn’t any use anyway; he could outrun you in his sleep.

 Steve got his phone out and showed you the screen, making your heart drop. There were numerous pictures of you with your family and friends from the past two years. Not just those, pictures of you with your previous team, the IMF, Ethan Hunt, and others. How Steve got these pictures you didn’t know, but it scared you.

 “Everyone, every single person in these pictures has a target on their backs. I have had a sniper after all of them for over a year, mostly just to keep an eye on you and to make sure you are safe. But don’t think for one second that I will hesitate to take them out. There is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do to keep you with me.” He sat beside you on the bed and putting a finger under your chin turned your face towards him. “It doesn’t need to be nasty, sweetheart. I don’t want to be the bad guy. I have never been one and you can keep me from doing anything drastic. All you need to do is convince Tony that you are the one who wants me. You are the only person he actually trusts, so you need to make it believable. He has denied you nothing, and if you come to him yourself and tell him you want me…well…no one has to die, do they.”

 This was a nightmare. Everything that has happened to you today is a nightmare. You didn’t want to believe Steve would hurt anyone, but then you didn’t think him capable of forcing him on you either. If there was even the tiniest bit of chance that he could harm anyone of your friends and family…no. You couldn’t let that happen.

 “Option one”, You whispered softly, eyes downcast and lips trembling.

 “What was that?” Steve asked, turning your face up again so he could look in your eyes.

 “I choose option one. We- We eat and sleep and I call Tony I won’t go with him. Then we can tell everyone we are together.”

 Steve grinned, his happy grin that everyone said only you brought out in him. It unnerved you that a man you loved and respected so much was doing this.

 “My good girl” He praised, and then he leaned down and pressed his mouth on yours. The kiss was gentle and soft, his mouth lazily moving against yours. If it were happening any other way, you would have enjoyed it. He broke away and looked at you with eyes that sparkled. “You’ll love me too, one day. I am yours, and you are mine.”

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 True to his word, you guys ate your dinner and watched a movie as you cuddled like you usually did at movie nights. Steve held you close, sometimes brushing his nose against the side of your neck or rubbing his hand along your sides. Afterwards, he laid down beside you, spooning your small body and holding it snug against his. He was warm, and you didn’t have anymore fight in you for today. The day was too fast and weird for you to process. You vowed to sleep now and to think of a way to get to Tony without arousing Steve’s suspicion. You weren’t ready to give up now.

 You’d been asleep for only a couple hours before you felt cold air around your body. You woke up with a start and found yourself on your back, your t-shirt removed and Steve hovering over you, placing open mouth kisses along your bare chest.

 “Steve! Steve stop!” You screamed, pushing against his chest. He looked at you with eyes blown wide with lust and taking your hands in one of his, he held them up while he tweaked your nipple with his other making you squirm. He bent down and swallowed your protests with a deep kiss, his tongue forcing its way inside your mouth and tasting you while he moaned.

“Steve please,” You were sobbing now, and trashing your legs which he held down with a strong thigh. “You…you promised. You said I get to choose. I chose option one”

 Steve looked at you for a moment then kissed your cheek softly. Moving his hand between your thighs he murmured in your ear, “I’ve changed my mind. I can’t wait anymore”

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💫 2021 gratefulness dump 💫

"since we have reached the final week of the year, i thought it might be nice to share some of the things we are grateful for. these can be material things like your new phone or your new favourite book or more abstract things like health or the feeling you have watching your favourite team play. :)

simply name 4 things you are grateful for this year & pass it on to people."

i am super thankful for a lot of things (in no particular order) and they're all going under this read more!

1. this website. i've been on this website since 2009 and i never really found much in the way of community. i left for a minute and out of boredom came back around this time last year and in the wrestling community i have found so many incredible friends who have made my days so much better (see below). where i once was alone i now feel so much love and fun. and, i don't reference it regularly on here, but my writing tumblr has also received so much kindness and so much affection from the moment i started it and i am just so thankful for that. trying my hand at writing fics had always been something i wanted to try and it was received so well? so just thank you to everyone who let me into their world whether on my main or my writing blog. (also, it is my lil secret but sometimes when my mutuals like my fics i just about lose my mind so, whether you realize that or not, thank you!)

2. my boyfriend. we've both had a really tough year but he's always there at the end of the day and i'm thankful to have him. he's supportive of everything i want to do whether its flying myself to another country or spending all of my money on new decor for the bedroom for the seventh time this year. he's also, without question or pushback, completely accommodated me going vegetarian these past few months. he's tried all new things with me and never turned his nose up. he eats everything i bake, he holds my hand when i'm crying on the floor, he smiles at every embarrassing thing i do. i'm just so grateful i get to spend my days with someone i love so immensely and who i know loves me immensely in return.

3. my friends. specifically, my friends on here. like i said above, i have never found so much love and kindness in one place like i've found here. @likesummerrainn you deserve your own slot on this list, honestly. you're a part of my heart now and i could never want for a better person in my life. you've made my life better simply by being my friend and i am so thrilled that i know you. in addition, my mutuals, those of you who have encouraged my writing, who've sent me kind words, who've made my days better simply by being in them, i am thankful for you guys in ways you could never understand. @kevinsteen, @saltydornishman, @danielgarcias, @thunderkiss86, @stevie-gforce, @deathtriangles you're all wonderful and you make being on this website so much more fun than its ever been in my 13 years of knowing it.

4. myself! my adaptability. my constant desire to keep improving. babes this might seem so self absorbed and honestly it is! but like i wanted to quit nicotine this year and by god i have nearly done it. i wanted to care for my body more and i started working out regularly (i am on the CUSP of having abs, guys). i wanted to be happier so i got a psychiatrist. i used to hate who i was, i used to hate being alive. i have become a different person this year and, for once, for the better. i feel like i've finally met myself and i can't wait to cultivate my relationship with me.

thank you to everyone/anyone/anything that has helped me get through this year. it was a hard one but god i can't wait for more.

Tagged by: @thunderkiss86

Tagging: anyone! everyone! i hope you all had a wonderful year i love you all!

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The races endemic to the Continent of thunder, Akahua.

They are named the Raptors, Gargoyles, Frillins, and Salamandres

The raptors are a small race of semi-nomadic dinos who live in the northern parts of Akahua. They're are two distinct groups who live in the region. The golden tribes that live by hunting on the plains and the silver tribes who live on the snowy mountains. I made a more detailed post about them here : https://ottersaurus.tumblr.com/post/639762723629137920/for-some-reason-i-never-got-to-posting-these

Gargoyles are a race of lizard people who like to fight. They have tough skin with with stone and iron being part of their bodies. They stone on their body grows slowly throughout their lives. Though they may come off as brutes, but many have a code of honor to not fight a weak/unwilling opponent, with many going as far as to never use a weapon. They love gems and jewelry, and many of this races is decked out with some type of gem.

Frillins are a spiritual race and the one with the most wide spread civilization. They have the ability to astral project. Many of their technological advances came to them but visiting the neighboring countries in their astral form. Many are vegetarians, but also need to get proteins from the bugs they cultivate.

Salamandres are secluded and territorial race that lives in the humid jungles of Akahua. They come in many shape and sizes with some of them never coming out of the water. They are locked to their homes as they need the humidy to breathe. they are also known as lavaskins due to the toxin that can be found on their skin.

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How many foreign friends do you have?  I don’t have any. I have friends who live on the other side of the world but they’re all Filipinos who just migrated.

In which countries do they live?  US, Canada, New Zealand. They’re pretty spread out.

What was your dream birthday party as a kid?  I didn’t have any dream party, I think? I just wanted to get to wear a nice gown and all, which my parents had happen for me for my 7th birthday.

Have you ever come up with your own game?  No.

Whose hand did you hold last?  Angela’s, I would guess. I’m not too big on physical touch beyond hugging though.

What was the last thing you planted?  I don’t think I’ve planted anything since the 2nd grade lol, and I obviously no longer remember what I planted then.

Do you have a green thumb or are you all thumbs with plants?  I don’t know what the second idiom means (if it is an idiom), but let’s just say I’m terrible with plants and can’t keep one alive to save my life.

What or who was the last thing you gossiped about?  Oh it’s been a while. I think Angela and I briefly talked about one of our high school classmate’s college graduation post and how she didn’t seem to tag some of the people in her high school friend group, who we know are the most tight-knit of friends. We didn’t gossip in a bad light though, we were really just more taken aback than anything.

Any books on your night stand?  Not really. I have postcard books on mine but I won’t count those.

Would you ever consider going vegetarian?  Probably not. My Filipino diet could probably never let go of meat.

When’s the last time you helped a senior citizen somehow?  It’s been a while, but I handed my paternal grandparents some thank-you money when we dropped off Cooper at their house when my family and I went on a weekend trip.

What’s the most selfless act you have done?  Financially supporting my parents* knowing full well the emotional damage and trauma my mom has left me through the years. I have no problem supporting my dad, but doing it for my mom is a difficult pill I have to swallow most of the time.

Have you ever intentionally fed a house spider?  No.

What makes you feel lucky?  Being best friends with my best friends.

How many Lidls are there in your town?  A what?

Last time you went to Ikea, what did you buy?  I’ve never been but the first Ikea store in the country just opened! It’s too far though, so I dunno when I’ll be able to find the time to visit.

How do you like your favorite beverage?  Water? Ice cold.

What’s your big family secret?  If we have one, it hasn’t even been shared with me. My mom did mention that we used to have a kleptomaniac but she refused to share who it was; anyway, I’m not sure if that counts as a big family secret.

What did you think you were good at, until you saw someone else do it? Writing, to an extent. I’m fairly confident in my ability, but I do also know loads of other fantastic writers.

What is something nice going on in your life right now?  My job, my friendships, my mental disposition. Idk, everything’s pretty great rn.

What was the pinnacle of wealth to you as a child?  That one Nickelodeon lunchbox. Also light-up shoes that came with wheels.

What’s something that you hate, but can’t live without?  Traffic, I guess? It’s always going to be around, so in that sense it’s impossible to live without it.

What skill do you not talk about, because you feel it sounds like bragging? I generally don’t talk about my skills unless I’m asked.

Who’s the worst person you’ve encountered on the Internet?  Continued from yesterday. No one I’ve personally encountered but I will occasionally still see vicious anonymous haters and that’s always tough to have to read through.

If death wasn’t a consequence, what would you try?  Jumping off a skyscraper or taking a dip in a volcano.

What’s the dumbest thing you’ve heard someone say?  I tend to just block those off my head because they just make me angry if I keep thinking about them lol.

What is the worst smell you can remember?  Rotten rice or eggs. I’m not too sensitive when it comes to smell so the ones I don’t like are really just those that are already understood to be unpleasant.

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Photo 1: Parasakthy and Sundha 1961 in Colombo Photo 2: Parasakthy and Sundha in the 80s in Chennai Photo 3: Sundha  as a BBC newsreader 1982 in London Photo 4: Sundha interviewing a young Mathematics prodigy from Tamil Nadu from Radio Ceylon studios 60s in Colombo Photo 5: Sundha was also a talented photographer, and this is one of the photos he took and cheekily edited on his film camera Photo 6: Sundha performing in one of the radio dramas, Radio Ceylon 1950s Photo 7&8: Front and back cover of ‘Mana Osai - Reminiscences of a Broadcaster’ a book about Sundha Paraskathy Sydney, Australia *note that uncle refers to Parasakthy’s husband, the late Sundharalingam. In 1948, uncle, as a young boy,  had listened to the running commentary of Mahatma Gandhi’s funeral procession. Back then in Jaffna nobody had a radio at home,  so the school principal hired one for the kids to be able to listen to Gandhi’s tributes. Uncle said that he and many of the children cried. Uncle was so amazed at how something happening in a distant land could move people in his village in Chavakacheri.  In his wonderment at how this was possible,  his dream to one day become a radio announcer was born.  Sri Lanka started broadcasting in 1923, three years after Europe started the BBC. The transmitter was built using equipment from a captured German submarine. Colombo Radio, later known as Radio Ceylon, started broadcasting in English first and later added Sinhhalese and Tamil . As the station’s popularity grew in India,  Hindi was introduced, which also catered  for the Hindi-speaking businessmen in Colombo. While uncle was studying at Jaffna Central college, he stayed in a hostel and would listen to the 9pm All India Radio news on the public radio installed in Subramanian Park while the other students would be engrossed in their studies. At the age of 21,  uncle started working in Colombo,  having skipped his university entrance exam to earn money. There he found himself working in the office next to Radio Ceylon.  One of his colleagues was a radio drama artist and invited uncle to join him. Uncle fell in love with the stage and soon became popular for his theatrical talents.  When a vacancy opened up for a news reader, he applied and was appointed to the job.  By the fifties, radio had become a big craze in Jaffna, but very few people could afford a radio and our parents also didn’t want us to get distracted by listening to film songs and dramas.   Even if we could afford a radio,  my family didn’t have electricity. We had a simple life and education was our main focus. Uncle’s family also didn’t have electricity and had to go to a neighbour's house to listen to his broadcasts.  While at Radio Ceylon, he was seconded for a ministerial post as press officer with the option of returning to his job as a news announcer when he wished to do so. 

His duties included reading the papers and giving the minister a summary of daily events as well as interpreting speeches from Sinhala to English or Tamil. He also accompanied different Sinhalese ministers on their trips, bearing witness to their acts incitement of discrimination against the Tamils. He would often come home and tell me how sad he felt. His next job was as a simultaneous interpreter in parliament, a service provided for the Members of Parliament . Most of the Members spoke only Sinhalese or English and uncle worked as the Tamil translator.  

Because parliament only sat for a few days a year, uncle had a lot of free time, which he filled by voicing jingles for advertising companies and performing in radio plays .

The stage was like a second home for him. He had so much confidence in all three languages. In 1969, he and another interpreter were selected to do the simultaneous interpreting for the Apollo 11 moon landing on July 20.  These Sinhalese and Tamil interpretations, which were done non stop for three days,  were broadcast by Radio Ceylon all around the country and region, capturing that awe-inspiring moment in history.  The US Embassy in Colombo trained the team, which included Tamil and Sinhala scientists, for about a week, so that they were familiar with the technical terms. They also had to go through a simulated landing. Uncle found the American English difficult, but managed to successfully complete the task. Though Sinhala chauvinism escalated  well before the eighties, we never imagined  it would eventuate in the pogroms and violence that followed, culminating in the atrocities of 2009. 

When the Sinhala Only Bill was passed in 56, uncle had to read it out as news on Radio Ceylon and had to cover stories of its implementation. Uncle was also a news reader during the 58 ethnic riots and the 76 and 78 pogroms. 

Uncle's time at Radio Ceylon, his time in parliament and our years in India, the UK and Australia as a refugee during which time he yearned to return to our country of birth, had a profound effect on him. His resulting grief stayed with him right until his last days in Australia. In 1959, I graduated with a BA in Arts from Peradeniya University. My family never thought I would get a place in the university, as it was a difficult entrance exam. In those days, the  results were announced in the English newspapers. But in our home, we only read Tamil newspapers. My father's friend saw the results and sent the paper to our home, with my name underlined, through another friend. I also had the option of entering a Teachers Training College to study teacher training, which required a less competitive mark than university studies. My school principal, the late Miss Thambiah, however encouraged me to enrol in university and promised me that I would have a job back at our school, Vembadi Girls’ High School, when I had finished my degree.

In Jaffna, education was mainly segregated into male and female schools. In certain schools, at the higher levels there was mixed education. So university was where I first met men, outside my immediate family. It was also the first time I met Sinhalese students. There were about fifty Tamil students and two or three hundred Sinhalese students. We enjoyed  our single rooms and ate in a dining hall with fork and spoon. We were served a lot of beef and so I became a vegetarian. University is where I tasted cheese for the first time. Our education was free, and our living expenses were minimal. Those of us who remember the days of no ethnic divide,  will remember university as a wonderful experience. Those days we had the best of everything in Sri Lanka - free education and free medical services. Everything was good, till the politicians  of the majority community poisoned the minds of the  people against the minorities living in the country. I think that now it's too late for change. The poison has sunk in too deep.   After my studies, I returned to Jaffna and started teaching at my high school. I was so happy and I had many dreams of helping my siblings, who were excelling in their studies. But a marriage proposal to uncle came my way in 1961 and though I had a lot of ambitions and wasn’t keen on it, it was my parents wish and so I obliged.  After our wedding, I joined uncle in Colombo where we had a comfortable life, like most middle class families. I got a job at the Muslim Ladies College in  Bambalapitya Colombo. Teaching in a multicultural environment was another unforgettable experience.  Our move to Chennai in 1980 was not my decision and nor was I in favour of it. Our only daughter Subhadra had just sat for her OL exam and was keen to continue her bharathanatyam studies, while we wanted her to attend university. It came as a rude shock when one morning in January 1980  uncle asked me to sign my retirement papers. He explained there was an option for lady teachers to retire after twenty years of service, which i had just completed, and I could avail myself of that facility. He said I could go to Chennai to educate  Subhadra in the Fine Arts (music and dance), while at the same time help her to get a degree in Arts/Science. My school principal refused to endorse the papers as  I was in the process of  being appointed as  principal of the newly built  Colombo Hindu Ladies College. I was appalled!  Who would throw away everything so good? I was in a dilemma but my husband solved it for me. He said “a decision has been made, let us not go back on it”. He said that Tamils couldn’t live in Sri Lanka in peace anymore and that political unrest was  simmering.  He said that he no longer wanted to live like a fugitive in his country of birth ‘his தாய் நாடு’ and that after translating the venomous speeches of the Sinhalese Members in parliament, he had spent many years of sleepless nights. He said that at least in Tamil Nadu we would feel a sense of familiarity and could continue to be part of the Tamil culture and language.  He reminded me that we had to seek refuge in a Muslim friend’s house during the 1977 pogrom and that our daughter had no chance of entering university with the government’s standardisation policy which penalised Tamil students. So in Jan 1980 I retired and we left for Madras, our home for the next twenty years. There were only three other Tamil families from Sri Lanka who had settled down in Chennai after the first pogrom in 1958 and they all welcomed us graciously. Mr and Mrs Sivapathasundaram had made Adyar their home, the suburb which would become our home too.  Mr Sivapathasundaram  was a  renowned  broadcaster at Radio Ceylon and a popular Tamil writer on par with Indian writers.  He was the one who gave the name Thamilosai to BBC Tamil Radio. We realised theirs was a life of struggle even after spending nearly three decades in Tamil Nadu. Our years in Chennai were also tough, and those who came to visit us were shocked to see how we were living in a single room annex. In 1982, we received a surprise phone call from the BBC asking uncle if he would come and work as the Tamil radio producer for one year, while  Mr Shankaramoorthy, the then producer, took one year of medical leave.  In uncle’s previous trips to the UK he had acted in some of the BCC Thamilosai’s radio dramas and so they were familiar with his talents.  Subha had entered Stella Marie’s College, so we put her in the college hostel and set off on our year long UK adventure.   We could have stayed on after our contract was over by taking part in radio programmes, however uncle said that he wanted to listen to carnatic music and hear Tamil in his ears - காதிலே தமிழும் பாட்டும் கேட்கவேணும் ! So after our stay in the UK was over, we flew straight to Colombo, with the hope of settling back there.  After about 10 days of visiting our families  in Jaffna, uncle, again said that he felt something bad was going to happen and he wanted to get back to Chennai.  I again didn’t want to leave. I missed our family and they missed us.  We had nobody in Chennai.  Uncle however insisted that we had to return to see our daughter Subha and once again said “I don’t want to be a second class citizen in my own country”. We arrived back in Chennai in May 1983. In July when the pogrom against the Tamils started in Colombo, those who had money, got on planes and arrived at our doorstep. Over the following six months, at least a hundred Tamils made their way to our home straight from the airport.  We helped them find temporary accommodation to begin with, then a  home and a school for their children. We became local guardians to hundreds of children, as this was a government requirement. There were number of challenges we faced as guardians - illness - exam failures - two missing students - but we were thankful we could help them.  Those who could afford to sent their children to other foreign countries. Thanks to the BBC, we had a telephone, which became so useful for the many Eelam Tamils who would line up outside and inside our home to use it. One night, we had more than 20 people sleep in our tiny annex. Those nights were tough, but what were we to do? Uncle, who looked to life’s positives, would often tell us that he was grateful that we got out in time and didn’t have to go through the trauma of watching our people being massacred. He was even more thankful that we were in a position to be able to help those that did escape.  After hearing of the massacres and the burnings of the 83 pogrom, the people of Tamll Nadu became sympathetic to our cause and opened up their homes for rent. MGR, was the Chief Minister at the time, and said all Eelam Tamils could be accepted into schools in Tamil Nadu. For those who didn’t have money and escaped the island by boat, they were kept in refugee camps in Tamil Nadu, and their plight was and still is an incredibly sad one. Many are still there with very little protection or hope for a better future. We were the lucky few and though we never returned to live in our country, we have a lot to be thankful for.  In the years that followed, uncle became BCC’s Thamilosai correspondent for Tamilnadu, which allowed us to continue living in the India and provided us with a permanent income. Thanks To BBC, we were also able to get a visa to visit our daughter in Australia.  After uncle passed away in Australia after a tragic accident in 2001, I did not want to go back to India and all my family members had left Sri Lanka by then. I stayed on with my daughter's family as a refugee for 12 long years. It was a period of struggle and great uncertainty, thanks to the Australian government.  I was finally granted Australian Citizenship in 2017.  END In 1999 Dr Maunaguru, a close friend, turned audio recordings by uncle about his life into a book titled ‘Mana Osai -Reminiscences of a Broadcaster‘.  Uncle was not keen on the book idea, but he agreed on one condition that the book when published  would be distributed free - he said everyone has a story to tell so it's not fair to make money off it.  Aunty’s grandson Senthan is now also a radio broadcaster and co-hosts the popular podcast Stuck in Between.  

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Excerpts from a Nikki Squire interview by Paul Secord, 2000. From the Notes From the Edge website. 

PS: How did you get interested in music? 

NS: I always loved music, especially singing, so my friends and I would regularly put on shows in one of the houses in the street and all the children would come and I would be the singer. 

However, when I became a teenager, I knew that the East End wasn't where I wanted to be forever. I was ambitious and so I went to business school in the evenings, Corona School of Drama in the day, worked a Saturday job, eventually working in the West End. I started my own business and took piano lessons, always listening to music, some of that being: ska (Prince Buster), reggae, Woody Guthrie, Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, Joni Mitchell, Judy Collins, James Brown, Jimi Hendrix, Thelonious Monk, Charlie Mingus, Stevie Winwood, The Beatles, Crosby, Stills and Nash, Neil Young, Stravinsky, Holst, Bob Marley. All of these artists are as they come to mind not in order of time or preference and of course there are still others like Cream, Iron Butterfly, the Eagles, Led Zep (Kashmir being one of my favorites) — I’ll stop there!

PS: How and where did you first meet Chris Squire?

NS: Chris and I met in the then-famous Speakeasy Club. I think the best music club of that period, not a jazz club, but a place where Derek and the Dominos (Eric Clapton), Jimi Hendrix, Keith Moon, and others from the list I have already mentioned, played. 

Everyone in the business frequented the place, it was excellent, and on the evening of the 12th of August 1970, we began what was at first a friendship and the rest, as they say, is history! 

PS: What was your life with Chris like? 

NS: [...] In the very beginning Chris and Yes had not yet finished recording The Yes Album. There were only the two previous albums, Time and a Word and Yes, so full-on success and international success was yet to come. Therefore as a couple and with Carmen, a family, there were so many different dynamics to our lives, we were both around twenty-three and things were exciting. 

We lived in North London, then later in Notting Hill Gate in London. Chris was touring in America and Yes were becoming more and more successful. In those days we both disliked being separated but, as they say, it goes with the turf. Having said that, Carmen and I did go on tour quite a lot, Carmen would always sit on Chris' bass speaker with her little legs swinging in time with the band. 

In December 1972 we bought a house in Virginia Water in Surrey, known as "New Pipers.” Chandrika, our second daughter, was born a few months later, in February 1973. We set about renovating, and redesigning the home. We also built the recording studio under the house. Relayer was recorded there, along with Fish Out of Water, the Esquire album and many other projects — but both Chris, myself and the girls lived with builders for years! 

We tried, and succeeded in many ways, to have a normal family life, along with the builders, the recordings, rehearsals, touring, business meetings, school functions and family get-togethers — it was varied and never dull. 

[…] We were all vegetarians and lived on organic food (since about 1970) so food preparation was quite a big thing. In the grounds of the house we had a kitchen garden, so we had homegrown produce too. Chris and I took an active interest in matters of ecology and health and cultivated the land surrounding the house using organic methods. I studied health and diet extensively (I am involved in this still). It was incredibly busy sometimes and took a tremendous amount of organizing. Then in the summer of 1977 Camille was born — the youngest of the girls. We lived at home, toured together (whenever possible), lived in other countries together took holidays, we were, in every sense of the word, a family  — and we loved each other. 

PS: You mentioned your second daughter, Chandrika. That is a very interesting name; is there a story behind it? 

NS: When Chris was young, he had a very good friend called Darian. Darian's father was Indian and his mother English. They lived in Hampstead in London and were an extremely interesting family. Chris spent a lot of time at the family home and there was a bond between him and them. Chris and I had visited together, very artistic people I remember. They also had a daughter in this wonderful family called Chandrika, this name was passed on to our daughter. An Indian name by origin, Chandra (pronounced “chundra”) means Moon. So Chandrika means “Little Moon.”

PS: What kind of influence did you have on Chris' writing with Yes and his solo work? 

NS: In between all that I have already spoken of above, there would be many times where I would sing with Chris at the grand piano or Chris would sing something to me and I would give an opinion or an idea. The same with the guitar or the bass and downstairs in the studio it would be the same too, or I would watch him working and learn. Chris has a brilliant sense of harmony and is a fine musician, singer and bass player, so being there and taking it in has certainly influenced me! 

He would always carry stacks of 'out-take' cassettes from the studio and practice vocal harmonies to and from London, which was an hour long journey at least, I would be there and sing them with him, or make a suggestion perhaps, or simply be there. 

What influence I have had specifically on Chris is not for me to say, but we certainly shared a lot of musical and family life together. Creating music, by it's very nature, is a tapestry of people, times, moments, influences and inspiration, taken in by all we see around us —  therefore how could we not have influenced each other. 

PS: Did you and Chris ever write together? 

NS: Yes; it's very difficult to say all the small bits here and there that we may have contributed to each others songs, a few words, a line, or even one word, but all of the elements I have just mentioned have happened. 

For the most part, this question is answered above, but one song that does come to mind is "Red Light Ahead." We sang that song together so many times — I have always loved it. Some of the same lyrics feature on the closing vocal that Chris sings on “What You've Been Saying”, one of the tracks on the Esquire album. Although I write all my own lyrics, it wouldn't be unusual for Chris to make an appearance like that, with his lyrics and vice-versa, this being an example of one of the subtle crossovers that inevitably would occur in our life as it was. 

PS: What role did Chris play in the early days of Esquire? 

NS: Chris was always very supportive and would listen with interest to the developing demos. He was not staying at the house very much, sometimes living and recording in London and sometimes in the U.S., although I would often play him the tracks down the telephone line — to get his opinion on the tricky bits! 

If Chris was at a particular Esquire recording session, he would give his undivided attention as any dedicated musician would. Sometimes coaching me whilst singing — and he was tough, I had to do it perfectly and reach the high notes spot on. 

I always enjoyed working when Chris was around. I think Chris's influence was with me, whether he was there or not, always thinking if he would approve of my approach to a vocal, a lyric, a harmony etc., embracing a standard that I had not only admired in Chris but in Yes as a band and it's members. 

Chris and I worked closely on "To the Rescue" with Nigel and Charlie in a studio in California, called Record One. Although the song had already been written and was in demo form, Chris embellished the song tremendously as well as singing harmonies, some of those prominently in the middle eight. Then, of course, Chris and Esquire were together for all the mixing of the album at Ocean Way studio in California too. 

There were long times apart and long times together whilst the Esquire album was being written and recorded, but, as I have said, Chris's musical influence was there throughout for me personally, I think it always will be.