#calefaction

[fanarchoslashivist]

Well this was a rare treat.

Jack had expected to return to find Bunny right where he'd left him, burrowing his way through a mound of busywork while he waited for the little magic egg tulips to bloom. Instead when he followed the eager pull of his Wind he found his favorite grumpy rabbit all curled up around one of his overly large drawing books and squinting through his cute little glasses at the ruins in front of him.

Jack wondered if Bunny even realized they were still on his face, he only wore them when he was reading or working on the really tiny details of his machines, and scrunching up his eyes out at the crumbling stone wall was going to give him a killer headache.

It was, naturally, in Bunny's best interest for Jack to sweep in and pluck them off of his wide flat nose.

Exchanging them for his lips however was a purely selfish act and one which would bring about a different kind of headache altogether.

"Jack." Bunny said in way of greeting, not shifting a smidge under the sudden weight on his back as Jack settled fully onto his shoulders.

From this close and upside down Jack couldn't see the expression Bunny was making, it was still a bit of a marvel to him that he didn't feel any wiggle of anxiety from that, or the carefully neutral voice. It was at times a chore but he had done his best to stop reading into every minute twitch of Bunny's body language. Besides, beneath the dark slashes of his brows were a pair of beautifully expressive eyes the color of fresh growth on a pine, when the needles were still all feathery and soft and charmingly green, and he was more than happy to look at them.

"Why are you wearing your glasses to paint?" he asked, feeling the quick little twitches of Bunny's nose against his brow.

"Some baking eggs broke down, took a moment to fix them was all." Without looking away from Jack at all he reached his hand to the side and picked something from his bag.

Beside him was a satchel of his supplies, Jack had learned to recognize it during their many trips across the world as Bunny would let him out to blow off all his energy while he painted, and Jack knew from experience that Bunny could pluck exactly what he needed from it without ever looking away from his work. Jack had made a game of trying to hand him the wrong thing once, but it was like he had a kind of sense for his tools. As soon as the item had touched his hand he'd declare "no, not that" and pluck the correct item from wherever in the bag Jack had secreted it. Jack was sure there was some magic to it all.  

"Where's Twiner?"

"Slithered off to play," Jack said of their cute little serpent of a child. Though child was a very generous description for a snake spirit of a trillion year old seed. They had called him any number of silly nicknames as they debated on what his name would actually be, but it had been Bunny's somewhat affectionate complaint about his habit of twinning himself around their arms that had stuck, figuring he could complain to them about it if he grew enough sentience to have an opinion.

So far he had the personality of any other tree sapling, interested only in food, comfort, and whatever curiosities he could fit inside his mouth, but that wasn't unusual for human infants either. Given the growth rate and lifespan of a weeping willow tree Twiner should be aging at a rate similar to humans, and at twelve years old it could be argued he’d never gain human characteristics; but those were all cuttings of cuttings from his failed world tree experimentations, and this was a fully rooted and growing seedling of the parent tree, Aster didn't feel qualified to assume anything based on that.

He could have a spaience completely alien to anything they had encountered before.

"You plan on letting me go anytime soon?" Bunny asked, easily moving his hand across the paper without once looking away from Jack's eyes. Jack was certain he was completely blocking the view, but who knew what kind of tricks the old rabbit could do.

"Not really," he smiled and pressed another kiss against the short fur of Bunny's nose. "Why, am I bothering~ you?"

"I'd like to finish this sketch before something else falls apart on me. Easter is righ-"

"Around the corner, yes you've been saying for days."

"And one day closer every time I say it."

[daily-spanish-word]

heating la calefacción

It’s a cognate. This is the English word: calefaction n. [ˌkælə’fækʃən] The property of being warming; Synonyms: incalescence. .. but it’s probably easier to think about all the heat in California.

Is there central heating in this building? ¿Hay calefacción central en este edificio?

Picture by Geoffrey Gallaway on Flickr

[veevshmeev]

[alatariel-galadriel]

⭐️

Alright alright alright SO one of my favorite lines in Calefaction isn’t exactly the prettiest when it comes to prose, but I love it nevertheless:  “He wants to file this all away and never think about it again, and he doesn’t ever, ever want to let go.”

That line was my breakthrough for the story. See, Calefaction got stuck in Writer’s Block Hell for ages because the difficult thing about writing an Itafushi story hinging on a conversation about feelings is getting Megumi to talk. He flat-out won’t. He’s allergic to it. He’d rather die.

So in order to have talk about feelings be a legitimate story beat, I had to figure out why he wouldn’t just ice out and avoid the conversation completely. I was honest-to-god drawing flowcharts to try and figure this one out, and then I wrote that line—he doesn’t want to let go—and it all sort of clicked.

Because that’s what kickstarted the tragedy of the two of them, isn’t it? Megumi can’t let Yuuji go, even within minutes of meeting him. He’s the one who advocates for Gojo to spare Yuuji’s life, even though it goes against his morals, because he can’t walk away from this dumbass he just met. Yuuji’s the one he makes exceptions for, over and over again, so while talking about his feelings is unbearable, the alternative just isn’t an option for him.

From there, it was pretty easy to weave that thread throughout the rest of the story, and everything fell into place. The this-is-unbearable-but-the-alternative-is-worse motivation had the potential to be angsty but honestly just made his internal monologue an so much fun. His inner voice is so dry and logical that mixing in Dramatic Teenage Angst™  is hilarious to me specifically. For that exact reason, my second favorite section is “His face burns like he’s a middle-schooler with a stupid crush and honestly. Just shoot him now. Put him down like a sick dog. End his misery,” especially since this kid graduated middle school less than a year ago. It's wonderful.

Overall, this story was so much fun to write and I had a lot of fun answering this. Thanks for the ask!!

[literaryvein-reblogs]

One More List of "Beautiful" Words

to include in your next poem/story

Beneficence - the quality or state or doing or producing good.

Calefaction - the state of being warmed.

Callosity - lack of feeling or capacity for emotion.

Cicatrizant - promoting the healing of a wound or the formation of a cicatrix.

Estivo-autumnal - relating to or occurring in the summer and autumn.

Evagation - a wandering of the mind.

Hamartia - a defect of character : error, guilt, or sin especially of the tragic hero in a literary work.

Imparadise - to make supremely happy, transport with delight or joy.

Impedimenta - things that impede or hinder progress or movement.

Inhesion - the condition of being inherent in something.

Jocoserious - mingling mirth and seriousness.

Lowery - gloomy, lowering.

Malobservation - erroneous observation or interpretation

Mordacious - biting or sharp in manner or style.

Natation - the action or art of swimming.

Pandiculation - a stretching and stiffening especially of the trunk and extremities (as when fatigued and drowsy or after waking from sleep).

Pestiferous - dangerous to society; pernicious.

Satisdiction - the condition of having said enough.

Ugsome - frightful, loathsome.

Unclubbable - having or showing a disinclination for social activity: unsociable.

If any of these words make their way into your next poem/story, please tag me, or leave a link in the replies. I would love to read them!

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[sleepyangelkami]

JASON TODD'S MASTERLIST

ONESHOTS

without hesitation play pretend calefaction divulgence indignation

DRABBLES

fade into you

[lucysarah-c]

Hello!! I hope I’m not bothering but, can you do a headcanon of reader who comes from 2023 and she is a hugee Levi admirer but she doesn’t really show it because she believes that he would never feel the same fore her, cuz he doesn’t really believe her when she told Erwin, him, Hange + the other vets that she comes from our world and he just acts cold towards her. After some months I think she would tell Hange, who becomes her best friend that she admires Levi a lot and Hange accidentally tells Levi when he complains about not trusting reader. How would he react? I mean maybe he did complain but all the months reader has been there he noticed she’s not a bad influence, she really cares about people and she’s struggles at training.🫶

Hi!! ~~ You’re not bothering me at all, sorry for the wait. I’m sorry if this … is … like nothing you asked for haha SORRY, it’s just that this idea had too many ideas inside and I couldn’t find a way to mix all of them? And, at the same time, I made some arrangements to make it more believable, at least for me.

This is NOT a Levi x reader story. More like Levi adopting another child story lol there’s nothing romantic in it, almost “paternal” you may say. I felt it would be cuter if she was quite young, like a teen, so her clothes, attitude and social-media addiction were entertaining. Sorry, anyways, here it is the best I could come up with. Hope it’s not that bad!

Warnings: none. FLUFF

Word count: 3278.

Summary: Y/N was a teen living her normal life until she travelled back on time to aot period. So technically Aot canon time is like “history” for her.

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An old-fashioned girl

How she arrived there was a mystery, even for herself. One morning she was on a school trip recording a tik tok dance with a classmate and the other she was in the middle of nowhere. ‘A forest?’ she thought ‘in the middle of Rose?’ Important to highlight that she didn’t refer to it as Wall Rose because… walls were a thing from history books, too many decades ago.

Sneakers sinked on the frost as it crunched under her weight. Her eyes searched for a sign of a crosspath, somewhere with stepped on grass that would guide her, a rubbish bin that would have some map on it. Her mind began to wonder if she had fallen asleep on the way there and her friends had played her a really bad joke.

“IT’S NOT FUNNY!” She shouted.

But nobody replied.

“Come on guys! This is not going to get you that many visits on youtube”

Grave silence. The fear started to creep in as her feet took one step after the other and she reached nowhere. Turning over her heels, hectic eyes searching to spot a difference in the repetitive background of leafless trees. Her lips parted, the air that came through her nose wasn’t enough anymore. Checking her phone again, something was definitely off. No signal, no internet, not even a single Wifi close by.

She had repeatedly called 911 hoping that the emergency line would work anyways, somehow. Nothing. She ran, ran for her life and, as if her senses sharpened on the necessity of fighting for her life, she  began to spot how off the situation felt. ‘There’s not a single piece of rubbish on the ground’

At some point, she grew tired and soon hoped to have chosen the P.E uniform over the regular one because raising her skirt up against some dressing codes and only wearing mid leg’s socks wasn’t helping to fight the cold. Her own arms wrapped around her frame, trying to provide any warmth and a sense of security. Soon she realised how the school uniform was made for staying inside the building, with calefaction.

Because the white button up shirt with small red and green lines, the thin burgundy sweater that was slightly too big for her frame compared to the small tartan english green and maroon skirt that she raised up after leaving her house (so her mom wouldn’t complain that it didn’t reach her knees) wasn’t keeping her warm. She had had a burst of confidence that morning, her crush told her she looked cute and her friend and her recorded a Tiktok. She remembered all that… How did she get there?

“HELP!!” screaming from the top of her lungs, anyone, someone. Not trying to lose hope, she insisted on it even if her throat began to hurt. Refusing to take her water bottle out of her backpack, fearing that she may need to ration it. Suddenly, her mind tried to come up with all those ideas that people in movies didn’t have in a case of extreme conditions.

A sound pierced through the silence. It felt overwhelmingly loud and high, as if a plane’s gears were ringing right on top of her. It was like nothing she heard before, covering her ears with her hands and closing her eyes in slight pain. It was sudden and terrifying.

“Oi, what’s going on here?” The man landed on the floor as if it was nothing. He walked slowly towards her, putting away some sort of control under a jacket as he moved closer.

“Captain!” A younger voice called from the top of a tree. She raised to look up, an ash blond guy that landed on a tree as … ‘as if he is spiderman or something, what the hell’ “Do we keep going with morning practise?”

More people appeared, all of them with a sort of uniform that she described as ‘Those seem awfully uncomfortable… what’s wrong with these people, all dressed up as some sort of freak avengers.’

The short man just nodded to the others that were spectant of his orders before turning around to face the girl. “Civilians are not allowed on the training fields.” His voice was deep and demanding as he got closer. His steps forwards were confident, completely opposite to hers that slowly dragged her frame backwards.

“Sir, please. May you call my mom? My phone is not working and I don’t have any signal” Leaving aside any fear of how absurd the situation felt, she insisted on reaching for help.

The man stopped and frowned in confusion “You’re lost.” he affirmed but there were tints of unsureness on the declaration, as he tried to understand her.

“Yes! I was with my class on a trip to the national park here in Rose and I don’t really understand what happened. I tried calling the police-”

“The police?” He interrupted her “Here? In wall Rose?”

The brief silence as they both tried to understand each other.

“Yes! But I couldn’t find anyone from the national park until now-”

“National park” He was repeating her words as some broken record and she was starting to lose her patience.

“Sir, please. I just want to call my mom and tell her I’m alright. Could you lend me your phone?” Her voice levels kept rising as it also broke in desperation.

The repeat mentions of words that the man had never heard before started to make him doubt her sanity. His cold eyes that had been doing strict eye contact travelled down to her clothes and frowned deeply.

His lack of action made her break in tears, why was he taking so long? Was he going to help her or worse… hurt her? Panic finally unleashed as she started to hyperventilate and cry. That somehow made him snap.

“Calm down, kid” He reached forward and she quickly walked backwards “I’ll take you back to the building until whatever you’re high on washes off,”

She created more resistance than he expected, usually people recognised him or the scouts uniform. Either to respect the law or to search for help. She was not following any. She swore that there were no words to express how grateful she was for her phone, ipad and the rest of the electronics on her backpack. Because, otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to explain without being considered mental unstable that she wasn’t from there.

Well, technically, she was from there. She had lived in Paradise all her life but not from 850 Paradise, definitely not. Or the walls as they called it, apparently Paradise was a term for the island that they hadn’t found out about just yet. The first week, they were all quite sceptical. Hange was extremely curious and made her feel not so alone. The squad leader insisted on spending as much time as possible with her, trying to understand the situation deeply.

Erwin asked plenty of questions, calm, relaxed. As he had all the time in the world to allow her to feel safe, she felt like a rat in a lab. Everybody had their eyes fixed on her and what she did. He seemed convinced of her innocence. The Commander didn’t set many rules, only two; first, that she didn’t leave the building for her own safety. Second, that she changed clothes because they could be a bit “distracting” apparently.

The comment felt offensive and she wished to talk back. Insist on her freedom to wear what she pleased without consequences, that it was her body and her choice. The rebellion of refusing to change lasted shortly as soon as she realised how easily the other teens blushed deeply looking at her bare legs. Adding to that, checking what the other female cadets wore once out of the uniform made her feel quite self conscious.

After a couple of weeks, even though she had shut down all the devices, the phone didn’t turn on anymore. The afternoons were long and boring. Most of them began to talk to her more freely. She played cards with the teens when they were done with their duties. Talked to Hange as they worked. Even asked Erwin for a spare notebook and pencil, if he had any, to write down a sort of diary. He agreed, even insisted that it may be a good idea. Only Levi refused to acknowledge her. Despite being the first one she encountered, he was the last to believe her.

The differences between her time and that one began to become more noticeable each passing day. Clothes were itchy and hard, soon she concluded that elastic was the best thing humans invented after the internet. “Mattress” was a bold word for those empty long pillows they slept in. Everything was humid, tasteless and dark. ‘Correction, deodorant may be the best invention after taking regular showers,’ She didn’t blame them, water seemed like a scarce resource and Captain Levi, who barely talked to her, seemed to have a passion to scold her.

Even if he was the only one who somehow maintained a level of modern society standard of hygiene, he found her actions abusive.

“You’re going to use all the water of the walls”

“You changed clothes yesterday, you think wood grows on the trees?”

On and on. It appeared that the mighty hero she read in her history books was a short annoying man.

Food tasted horrendous, and water didn’t seem that drinkable. The cadets invited her to train, just to spare some time. After all she was far from military training and Levi refused to give her any real weapon, including the 3dmg. How they were able to resist those harsh conditions with just some boiled potato in their stomach was a mystery to her.

‘I’m never going to romanticise old dresses and cottagecore again,’ They killed a chicken for dinner and she almost fainted when she saw it. Despite being tired of eating only boiled veggies, remembering the animal alive as she watched the chicken’s breast on her dish made her appetite disappear.

One day in particular, the cadets were taken to the industrial city with Hange. Erwin had left to deal with some particular details at the Capital and YN had finally found herself alone. Alone to face dinner time.

Grown tired of those itchy long skirts and uncomfortable not elastic white trousers; she decided that since no one was around, no one was there to judge her modern clothes. Back on the uniform, arm crossed as she squinted in determination.

“I do not fear you,” She murmured as if the inanimate object could understand her “I’m a woman of a free country, with high end education, the power of equal rights and the blessing of having lived until now in the same period of time of Rihanna and Taylor Swift. I’m stoppable”

Suddenly a strong breeze came in from the window and blew off the only shakable candle she had turned on. The place went pitch black.

“No, no, no!” She insisted as she tried to turn it back on. It was a regular problem in her life now, candles blow off stupidly easily. The habit of always searching for the light switches as she entered a room wasn’t abandoning her yet and it always left a feeling of disappointment.

The light came back again and she scoffed pridefully, as if she had discovered fire. The fire trembled under her breath and her eyes opened in fear it may turn off again.

“Omg, candles have the stability of my mental health,” She murmured and then chuckled to herself “That would have been such a tweet,”

Quickly she grew conscious of her monologue and became slightly ashamed. Back to business, she turned around to face her fears… the wood cookstove. Or so she guessed, there was wood around so it must have required that, right?

“I got a A in calculus 3, I can turn on a stove,”

She opened what seemed to be a place with ashes and threw a bunch of hard-wood logs all together, turned on a match and threw it inside. It turned on and she jumped of happiness. Moving quickly to chop some potatoes and carrots to cook a soap, she began to sing “A single mom who works two jobs. Who loves her kids and never stops. With gentle hands and a heart of a fighter!”

Moving back to the stove to check on it as she danced around. “I'm a surviv– …or?” Her mood dropped significantly as she realised the fire was off. Frowning in confusion, she tried again.. And again… and … again.

“Maybe I’m not truly hungry, I’m just anxious. '' She cried out loud between heavy and loud whinings. Messy tears ran down her cheeks as she was sitting down on the kitchen floor eating the raw carrots she had previously chopped. “Where is my ASMR playlist when I need it?”

“What the fuck are you doing down there?”

Levi’s deep quiet voice echoed in the stone room, making her snap her head up to her left. He wasn’t wearing the uniform, at least not completely. White trousers, the tall combat boots but combined with a black turtleneck sweater. He had heavy dark circles under his eyes and he didn’t seem happy to see her.

“How long have you been here?” She questioned as she raised.

“All day,”

“I thought you left with the rest,” her voice was soft as she noticed his lack of interest in keeping a conversation going.

“No,”

“What have you been doing?”

“Work,”

YN stood there, wet face, crystal eyes as he moved around the kitchen. The jug he brought with him was back to being full with water. When he turned around, his eyes moved naturally to her clothes and then back to her face. She still had a half eaten raw carrot on her hand as her puppy eyes begged him for some compassion.

“What do you what?” Levi shot the question as he had no time to spare.

“I’m hungry,”

“I’m not your mother, nor your babysitter. Cook yourself something,” His ice-cold reply made her realise why she had been crying on the floor and the tears appeared again.

“I can’t, the stove doesn’t work,” She whined.

Somehow that made him concerned, taking long steps to the stove, grabbed a special type of gripper that was hanging on the side, raised some steel circled from the top and checked.

“Tch, of course it's not going to work if you put the damn wood on the ashtray,” The captain complained as if it was obvious. Pushing his sleeves up to expose his forearms and not get the clothes dirty, he grabbed the logs and took them off. “If you think I’m idiot enough to believe that you don’t know how to turn a damn stove on, you’re mistaken.”

She remained silent, her quietness made him snap back to see her.

“You don’t know how to turn a damn stove on? What are you? Some wealthy brat or something?” 

She didn’t reply right away, it was becoming exhausting how after all this time he didn’t believe her narrative. “Where I come from, stoves are different,” her low voice made the words come out stuck together.  But he understood.

“Yeah… where you come from.” He insisted on pure disdain.

It was borderline offensive in her humble opinion. The man she had read a lot in her history lessons, how dedicated he was to the cause, how altruist he was to help the little kids after the uprising. Nothing of that correlated to the man that was there. ‘Maybe this is why they tell you meeting your heroes it’s not a good idea,’

Under his scrutiny, he realised that despite his cadets and her being probably the same age, she appeared younger. ‘War turns children into adults quicker,’ he concluded, considering that whatever she said was real. True or not, Levi quick realise that whatever she was, she was a fucking brat. One that was crying in the kitchen because of hunger. He felt stupid for a second for giving a cold shoulder to a kid.

“I’m making myself a stew, if you want some say it now” He said and her face brightened up instantly.

“Yes, please!” 

Her eyes followed his actions attentively, old stoves definitely had more than a single trick on them (compared to modern ones, obviously). Levi opened the air conduction, so it would escape, checked something called “stove control” and left it open, then the top damper needed to be opened too. He grabbed some twigs and deadfall, only added one hardwood log and turned all that on with a piece of paper from the ash door and then closed it. 

The difference was rapidly noticeable, it lid and roared quickly. Once it began to look warmer, he added larger bits of kindling from the top and regulated the temperature with what appeared to be some side grating. She chopped more vegetables and the room was filled up with the cracking of the fire. Levi didn’t talk, just haste his pace around the room as he multitasked the preparation.

Milk was in some steel container, the pot was placed on top of the stove despite the fire not being in direct contact, the spices were hung from the roof to dry them up. ‘Life is easier when you just have to order a big mac on ubereats,’

“You’re quite the chef, Captain,” Her enthusiastic voice echoed in the empty room as she watched the meal boil with dreamy eyes. Quick side eyes from his part as he mixed the stew around with a wooden spoon.

“This is so aesthetic, we could have posted on instagram” She kept admiring how rustic the wood cookstove looked with the chopped wood to a side, the wooden spoon and the stone wall “Being happy is simple, what is hard is enjoying simple things. That would have been a great caption,”

They looked eyes, she smiled at him, he kept frowning.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Levi’s monotone voice, despite its natural uninteresting tone on it, sounded slightly confused as he was doing an effort to understand anything she said.

“It’s a place where you put pictures so others may see how your life is,”

“What's a picture?”

“It’s like a drawing but extremely realistic and done instantly,”

Levi’s thin eyebrows were still drawn together as it seemed almost like whichcraft what she was describing “Why would anyone care what your meals look like,”

“It’s fun! So everybody knows what you’re doing all the time,”

“That sounds like a fucking nightmare”

“You say that because you’ve not seen those in deep cleaning videos and vacuums’ reviews”

“What the fuck is a vacuum?”

“Oh dear…”

PD: did I have to search how a wood cookstove worked to do this story? Yes. Did I watch a youtube video of 45 minutes? Obviously. Do I deserve a kudos for that? absolutely haha

[d-eadeye]

He knew nothing beyond their family name the simplest combination of dual syllables to produce a memorable echo: Ora, like the light or so it reminded him; French in origin, venerable of history as it had been flimsily explained by their liaison. Real blue-bloods, evidently, though he'd never mingled much with 'em. Dirty cowpokes belonged far from the perfumed purlieus of sovereignty, @petitsdieu, 𐚁.

The warmth of the French Countryside differed greatly from the sweltering heat of the American South. The sun itself seemed kinder, more amenable to those that languished within its golden suffusion, whereas the Arizona sun was cruel, incessant, unyielding to those few who were unfortunate or stupid enough to exist within its calefaction. The change was pleasant, if even slightly. Alas, he bore an unusual fondness for the merciless nature of his home climate. The dry air was both cursed-after and missed.

He whistled. The note was shrill, made just above her golden head as reposed against its many frilled cushions. "You lay like this back where I'm from and, whew there'd be nothin' but ashes left." Emerging from her rearmost side, Jesse's boots unabashedly thundered against the limestone pavers where they eventually ceased at the foot of her outdoor chaise. The soles impressed upon the trim grasses while his brawn took up the mantle of the afternoon sun; like a poor man's aureole, it glittered behind his head.

"Afternoon, sweetpea. Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me."

[fanarchoslashivist]

Jackrabbit Gift for @ave-aria

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[daily-spanish-word]

heating la calefacción

It’s a cognate. This is the English word: calefaction n. [ˌkælə’fækʃən] The property of being warming; Synonyms: incalescence. .. but it’s probably easier to think about all the heat in California.

Is there central heating in this building? ¿Hay calefacción central en este edificio?

Picture by Geoffrey Gallaway on Flickr

[veevshmeev]

[delirious-donna]

Donna!!! Calefaction was fantastic!!! I’m still “new” to anime and AOT is one of my current ventures, so I’m not overly familiar with Erwin. BUT! I loved how you wrote him being able to think through the haze (for long enough anyway). That was sinfully devine. Thank you. 🖤🖤🖤

Aww thank you, love! That really means a lot, and especially so when you aren't overly familiar with the source material. If the story was still appealing enough that you continued to read, then I'll take it as a massive compliment!!

I hope you enjoy AOT, let me know how you get on with it! <3 <3

[oliversrarebooks]

The fact Lex likes calefaction from thralls 🤎🤎🤎🤎

the platonicness of your my heater <3

I thought that "heater" was a typo for "heart" until I looked up "calefaction."

I love the trope of characters warming each other up! Vampires are cold all of the time, and while some don't mind, some very much like to have thralls warming them...

[literaryvein-reblogs]

A List of "Beautiful" Words related to Summer

to include in your next poem/story

Aestival - of or relating to the summer

Arboreal - of, relating to, or resembling a tree

Calefaction - the state of being warmed

Canicular - of or relating to the dog days (i.e., the period between early July and early September when the hot sultry weather of summer usually occurs in the northern hemisphere; a period of stagnation or inactivity)

Chanterelle - a fragrant edible mushroom (Cantharellus cibarius) usually having a yellow to orange color

Convivial - relating to, occupied with, or fond of feasting, drinking, and good company

Crepuscular - of, relating to, or resembling twilight; dim

Devilry - playful, reckless behavior that is not intended to cause serious harm; mischief

Forenoon - the early part of the day ending with noon; morning

Igneous - of, relating to, or resembling fire; fiery

Noctilucent - visible or glowing at night; bioluminescent

Ocherous - of the hue of impure iron ore with an earthy usually red or yellow pigment

Pergola - arbor, trellis; a structure usually consisting of parallel colonnades supporting an open roof of girders and cross rafters

Redolence - an often pungent or agreeable odor

Respite - an interval of rest or relief

Salubrious - favorable to or promoting health or well-being

Solstice - the time of the sun's passing a solstice which occurs about June 21 to begin summer in the northern hemisphere and about December 21 to begin winter in the northern hemisphere

Souse - to make drunk

Vespertine - active, flowering, or flourishing in the evening

Viridescent - slightly green; greenish

If any of these words make it into your poem/story, please tag me. Or leave a link in the replies. I'd love to read them!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji Additional Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, First Kiss, Acespec Fushiguro Megumi, he has a first kiss and a minor crisis, that's it that's the story, he's crushing so hard and is being so incredibly sixteen about it, meanwhile Yuuji's just happy to be here Summary:

Yuji sits up and leans in, cautious and slow, like Megumi is something that could be scared away if he moves too fast. His blood rushes in his ears, drowning out all other sounds except his traitorously racing heart. Yuji’s lips brush his, light and tentative, before the kiss deepens. It’s—not what he expected.

Megumi experiences his first kiss; AKA the mortifying ordeal of being sixteen and communicating with your partner

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Ducati DesertX Discovery

La DesertX es una moto realmente buena. Sin embargo, la nueva DesertX Discovery de Ducati es aún mejor.

Con un esquema de pintura mejorado, nuevas piezas de protección del motor y la carrocería (protector de cárter, protectores de manos y una rejilla para el radiador), una pantalla de turismo más grande, puños calefactables y un juego de equipaje de aluminio montado en la parte trasera con 76 litros de capacidad de almacenamiento, esta iteración mejora lo que ya era bueno en el modelo original: la rueda delantera de 21 pulgadas, la electrónica adaptativa, el motor de 937 cc, la suspensión y los frenos de primera línea y el tanque de combustible de gran tamaño. Todo esto hace que sea la elección obvia tanto para principiantes como para pilotos de aventura experimentados.