#coconut-tuft

[false-god-bl0g]

Coconut-tuft

Mender of Tide Colony - 5 years old - He/Him

A fretful lykoi tom whose mouth runs just as fast as his thoughts. He is often prone to overthinking and fusses over his patients constantly regardless of what ails them: be a little cut or a gaping wound. His mind is rarely, if ever, at rest.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Just Friends: Get Ready

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

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Summary: Bucky sleeps over.

It’s giving

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You shimmy and sway before the mirror behind the polka dot skirt. It’s cute but is it date cute. Does it matter? It’s not really a date, not for you. You’re just there for moral support. Geez, isn’t Bucky a soldier? You think he could face a gorgeous sophisticated woman like Charlize. 

You don’t get how he doesn’t see how perfect they are for each other. She’s older and confident and so beautiful. And smart to boot. And he’s handsome and built and somewhat famous. They are the power couple for the ages. Quite literally with Bucky aging into his second century. 

It should be fun anyway. Dinner out can be a bit overwhelming but it isn’t so bad with friends. Heck, you’re sure they will be too busy gabbing and ditch you and your date quickly. At least, that’s what you’re hoping for. 

Your apartment buzzer goes off and makes you jump. You blanch at your reflection and pull the skirt on. You were never going to decide so you’ll just go with it. You swipe up the blouse with the eyelet collar and swoop it over your head. You leave it untucked as you slam the button to quiet the offensive noise. 

“Hey!” You call into the speaker. 

“Dreamy,” Bucky sounds angry as he growls through the crackling line. 

“What are you doing here? You should be getting ready.” 

“I am,” he snips. 

“Oh, right, well, come on up, I guess.” 

He huffs right before you let the button go. He’s been grouchy lately. You asked him if it was work. He shook his head and kept reading. You tried to keep guessing and he just groaned and told you nothing’s wrong. So, you let him mope. 

It doesn’t take him long to get to your floor. He pounds on the floor and you let him in. He doesn’t look ready. You squint and step back to look him up and down. 

“Bucky,” you reproach. 

“What? I got a tie,” he pulls his leather jacket open. “It’s just a bit... stubborn.” 

“Oh, gosh,” you tug on the crooked tie, “here.” 

He stoops to let you even out the tails and you pat it as you peer up at his floppy hair. His beard is getting long too. The tufts jut out at his chin like horns. 

“Come here,” you sneer and grab his wrist. 

He lets you drag him across the apartment and into the bathroom. You flip down the lid of the toilet and point him to it. You take your brush and sigh, shaking your head as you tut. You brush back his dark hair, strands of silver sparkling in the light. 

“You’re a mess.” 

“I tried.” 

“Sure,” you try to tame the flopping locks, “one second.” You grab your extra hold spray and press his hair back as you block his face from the aerosol blast. He shifts and you tap his boot with your toe. “Sit still.” 

“Mm, that smells good,” he stops fidgeting. 

“Coconut. It’s my favourite. And it’s expensive, so thank me for wasting it on you,” you put the bottle down and comb through his hair to give it a less stiff look. His eyes flick up and meet yours as your fingertips graze his scalp. 

“Ugh, you ever thought of getting into massage?” He chirps. 

“Har har,” you say dryly, “Bucky, what are you doing here? I told you to meet me at the restaurant.”  

You take a small comb and tidy his beard as he scrunches his nose. You finish and rinse your hands in the sink. You look at yourself. You’re still not ready. 

“Yeah, well... I couldn’t get my hair to behave.” 

“We’ll see if it holds.” You sniff. 

You tuck the blouse into your skirt and turn to him. He stares at you. You examine his collar and his slacks. They’re nice but the shirt is wrinkled. 

“Bucky, did you at least iron that?” 

“It’s new?” He shrugs. 

“It’s all covered in lines,” you cross your arms. “Take it off.” 

“What? I think the place requires shirts--” 

“Don’t be silly.” 

“Wow, if I had to guess, I’d say you’re nervous about our little date,” he stands and loosens the tie you just fixed. 

“I just... want it to be perfect. I want you to have a good time.” 

“I always have a good time with you, Dreamy,” he unbuttons his shirt. 

“Right, well, you should be worried about Charlize,” you stomp out of the bathroom and unfold the board behind the door. You plug in the iron as he comes close and tosses his shirt over it. He wears a ribbed tank beneath. “She’s so awesome. Aren’t you excited?” 

“Eh, sure,” he says noncommittally. “And what about you? You find someone?” 

“Yep, all’s sorted out. All my hard work,” you wave your hand in front of the iron as it warms, impatient for it to heat up.  

Finding a date hadn’t been as easy as you assumed. You thought when you offered free dinner, anyone would just come along for the meal. That was very much not the case but you found a workaround. 

“Don’t do that. You’re going to burn yourself,” he chides. 

“Mm, and you can blame yourself for not pressing your clothes,” you shake your head. 

“Oh, dreamy, I love it when you’re mad. It’s so cute.” 

“No teasing,” you snip, “try to be charming.” 

“What? I’m charming,” he blusters. 

You look at him, “sure.” 

He scoffs, “alright, Mrs. Polka Dot skirt.” 

“What? It’s cute.” 

“It’s not exactly date material,” he snickers. 

“Ugh, fine, you,” you point at him, “deal with your shirt and I’ll find a date outfit. Ugh.” 

You sweep around the board and stride into the bedroom. You swing the door carelessly behind you and make your way to the closet. A dress would be better, you guess. If it shuts him up, then you’ll happily wear one. Ah, that one’s cute! You forgot about it. 

You go to the bed and strip off the skirt and blouse. You stagger around before you manage to step into the peridot dress. The bows on the straps are too much. You look in the mirror and do a little dance. It fits, but it is short. 

You glance over and hesitate. The door is still slightly ajar. You flit over and as you come out, Bucky clears his throat. He puts his head down and focuses on ironing his sleeve. 

He peeks over at you and his brows furrow, “better?” You ask. 

“Uh, I guess. Green is a choice,” he smirks. 

“Okay, Calvin Klein, well, I will have to get you to help me with my closet later.” 

He chuckles and goes back to pressing the iron to the fabric. You go to the bathroom, conscious of him as you check yourself in the mirror. It feels like he’s watching you but it’s probably just that the place is so small. 

“I won’t be long, I don’t want to be late,” you assure him. 

[n30n-l1ghts]

Tokyo revengers basic NSFW headcannons pt. 1

characters- Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Baji, Kazutora, Chifuyu, Hakkai, Nahoya, Souya, Hanma, Kisaki

Mikey-

Packing a respectable 5.8 inches, with a light pink tip and a couple of small bluish purple vains that aren't really noticeable unless he's painfully hard, he doesn't really curve to one side or the other, but he has a subtle upward curve. He doesn't strike me as the type who tries too hard with grooming, but he at least tries every now and again. But the hairs down there are the same pretty strawberry blonde as his hair, pretty thin and a little wispy with a slight curl towards the end.

Draken-

PUH-LEASE. This boy is fucking HUNG and he knows how to use it too. Curves hard left as well. He doesn't have the most experience as I can't imagine him sleeping around much, but he's heard the girls at the brothel complain enough that he generally knows what to do and what not to do. 7.9 inches holy GAWD. I think he stays pretty on top of grooming, manscapes at least once every other week. Also blonde, but I think he's got more curls than Mikey. Definitely a lot thicker. Also, completely random, but I feel like he'd totally fuck with coconut body wash and shampoo.

Mitsuya-

Another man who's got a rather mid-sized length, I'd say probably like 5.4. The prettiest pinkish lavender tip, and oh my god I mean it when I say this man's cock is beautiful. It deserves to be worshipped. Not all that big, BUT he makes up for it by knowing all the sweet spots. Not to mention he's the KING of foreplay and aftercare. He for sure stays on top of his grooming game, he can't stand feeling like he looks sloppy. He's got a pretty tuft of curly white hair right at the base of his dick, very well maintained and usually actually smells pretty good. Again, this man is on top of his hiegene and he wants all of him to smell good and look good at all times. (Not that he could ever look bad)

Baji-

I'd guess about 6.3 in size for him, and his tip is red and angry like his face (I'm joking. Mostly, but he does get painfully hard very quickly) there's a thick ass pinkish vein that runs from base to tip, and he will full body shiver if you lick the whole thing. I'm sorry, but I cannot for the life of me imagine that this man gives a singular fuck about grooming down under. He might trim a little or shave on occasion, but that's only if it gets annoying. However, his hair is effortlessly shiny and beautiful no matter where it is on his body. I have no idea how he does it. But, if it bugs you, he would (begrudgingly) start manscaping more often.

Kazutora-

LITTLE DICK SUPREMACY

Okay- little known fact, but I kind of have a thing for subby guys with little dicks, that and I want to give some variety so I'm not making them all unrealistically huge. So I'm gonna say this man sits at about 4.2. Not rediculously small, but definitely not big either. But it's okay, because he'd much rather be under you anyways. Slightly unrelated but this boy has trust issues so please be kind to him, hold his hand and tell him how good he's being, he will absolutely start crying. Never really even thought about his hair down there, never paid any mind to it, and probably wouldn't unless you brought it up. But I see him being super understanding and chill with it if you want him to groom more often.

Chifuyu-

Another one on the slightly smaller side, probably only around 4.5 to 4.6 with a sort of muted pink tip. He's actually kind of self conscious about it, so he's a bit sensitive if you make fun of him for it, but he'll fold instantly if you praise him in any way, shape, or form. I feel like he's the type to get all embarrassed and blushy super easily despite trying to play it cool. Would not admit he's a bottom out loud but everyone can pretty much tell anyways. Honestly pretty clean, I feel like pubes might bug him. He might try to keep a small tuft down there just because he feels it's more masculine, but I'd reckon he'd prefer it clean shaven. Less of a hassle and it doesn't get on his nerves that way.

Hakkai-

Oh, this poor sweet boy. So much dick that he has no idea how to use 🥺 I can't imagine him topping for the life of me, so it's almost adorable how his monstrous 8.3 inches just hangs there uselessly hanging as he gets pounded into his next life, squealing like a little bitch, whimpering and whining and pleading and- *AHEM* anyways. I imagine he's pretty alright with grooming, mostly because he super looks up to Mitsuya, who had told him at some point or another that it was important to look clean everywhere. But I don't think he's quite that good at manscaping though to his credit, he does at least try. He's got a decent sized tuft of thick, curly black hair that he trims maybe once a month or so when he remembers. But he'd get better about it in a heartbeat if you asked him to and gave him some basic block of instruction. Smells like vanilla though, so there's that.

Nahoya-

Nahoya's got a relatively solid 6.2, with a slight curve to the left and a pale tip. I feel like he'd probably be more experienced with it than his brother, even though his twin is a little bigger. He just strikes me as much more of the playboy type. (Probably gets hard after a good fight, I don't make the rules) super duper curly hair down there, ginger just like the hair on his head. Probably keeps it moderately well groomed. Enough to be presentable for the ladies (and the lads-)

Souya-

Similar to his brother (no shit they're identical twins) but with slight differences. For starters, he's ever so slightly bigger, measuring up to about 6.6, and he curves pretty hard right instead of slight left. He's not too experienced, but he strikes me as a rather quick learner. He doesn't normally care to groom all that much, but after getting into a relationship, especially if you guys are sexually active, he will actually start to manscape on occasion. Also super duper curly hair, but it's light blue instead of ginger, again matching his hair.

Hanma-

(Definitely gets INSTANTLY rock hard after a good fight, I don't make the rules) 7.9, same as Draken, difference is that Hanma has less girth. A tall, skinny dick for a tall, skinny boy. But he knows how to break you and he will go hard when he's domming. Or alternatively, when he's in the mood to sub, he gets a little bratty (just give his cock a rough squeeze and he'll shut right up) dark brown almost black hair, thick and curly. Contrary to popular belief I feel like he would put at least some effort into grooming, though he does forget sometimes.

Kisaki-

Oh, this boy. Solid middle of the road (just like his height- jk this boy short asf) but I think he'd have maybe around a 5.3 or 5.4 length wise. Pretty average around too, not particularly skinny but not particularly girthy either. Would absolutely fight you for dominance every time, and lose every time. This boy would rather die than ever admit he's a bottom, and he's 100% a brat until you edge him to the point he's sobbing. DEFINITELY clean. Well kept, grooms just about every day to every other day, and I feel like there's a fifty fifty chance he also dyes his pubes blonde. I can see him doing that. But this man hates being dirty at all. And tell me why I feel like his hipster ass smells like pumpkin spice all year round? All in all, a well kept, bratty little bitch.

[entomancy]

Finished off the Beachmech Kill Team (and a few friends), and finally decided on basing scheme. It is slightly silly and I am very pleased with it 🏝️🤖🏝️

Group shots + more individual details.

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Used: Fine sand + PVA; bits of a plastic sheet with embossed squares I hoarded for the Basing Stuff box aaaages ago; old dry snail shells from the garden; resin coconuts from the basing box; some Gamers Grass tufts; some bits of plastic palm tree that @mattbag bought a while ago for a different project.

I have four more assembled / primed Skitarii, and still to build: a couple of caterpillar track centaur like cyborgs (I forgot the unit name), another tech priest; and a Dunecrawler (crab tank). Which will put me at a bit under 700pts of Admech, and at that point I will:

A) probably have run out of ideas for Hawaiian shirts,

B) have painted everything we got for cheap via the magazine, so the 'do I want more of this' becomes more of a £ question than a time one!

C) probably have gone back to playing 'Will It Sorcerer' for my 1Ks.

I mean, I should probably also play the game(s)...

[giant-robot-catgirl]

Midnight Snack

CW: NSFW, size difference, willing vore, implied digestion and reformation, anthro prey, monster/robot pred

"You're woken up late at night by your partner, who wants to spend some time with you. Eventually, you get hungry."

...

“Am? Are you awake?”

You are now, at least. A bit groggy, you rouse from slumber and stretch your stiff limbs - four of them, feline in nature, but only partially organic. Your long, black tail sweeps across the rug and curls around the anthro sparklewolf on the floor next to you. Already purring at her presence, you pull her closer with an enormous paw and give her forehead a few affectionate licks, causing the fluffy, multicolored fur there to stick up at awkward angles. She feigns disgust, giving your foreleg a playful shove that doesn't budge it by an inch.

“No,” you reply pleasantly, and Floof sticks her tongue out at you before pressing on.

“Anyway, um, can I sleep here with you tonight? I can't really get comfy in bed, and I thought it'd be nice to spend some time together,” she explains. Your answer is almost immediate, and probably would have been if you weren't so drowsy.

“Of course.”

You pull her in closer, and her tail begins to wag as she snuggles up to your chest. She's much, much smaller than your enormous quadruped body, even though most average folks would consider her to be quite tall. Her six-foot-eight stature hardly would have reached your sternum if both of you were standing: You’re the size of a fire engine - and likely just as heavy as one. This never stopped Floof from treating you like an oversized and spoiled house cat, though, which wasn't really inaccurate. She presses her muzzle into your dark mane and enthusiastically rubs against your neck, where your throat vibrates with the intensity of your purrs. You bend to give her another swipe with your tongue, and the sweet scents of sugar and coconut cream wafts from her pristine, mostly-white fur up to your nose. Your nostrils flare as you breathe in deeply, smelling her, tasting her, and the two of you stiffen as your twin pair of stomachs rumble within you loudly enough for both you and Floof to hear. She buries her face into your oil-slick-black coat, but the increased speed of her wagging tells you that she was thinking the same thing as you. You glance down at her through your fringe and see that she’s twirling a tuft of your hair between her paw-beans shyly.

“You… sound hungry,” she remarks, her voice uncharacteristically soft. You nod in agreement, feeling the familiar post-nap peckishness you always felt as a hollow ache in your guts. “As usual.” Your paw cinches her tighter to your body, and you feel her squirming excitedly in your grasp. “When am I ever not hungry?” You flash her a grin that’s filled with gleaming metal teeth. As expected, she only wags faster at this, her curly tail going in circles behind her. She’s so easy to rile up every time, even though the two of you have done this dozens of times by now.

“Good point…”

You push your face against her middle and mouth teasingly at the pink tank top that barely fits over her bust, tugging on it gently with those gigantic, pointed teeth. Her breaths quicken immediately.

“You know,” you begin, crooning into her perked-up ears. She shivered with anticipation, knowing the two of you were too eager tonight to take this slow. “You could always help with that…”

As if on cue, your stomachs roar with hunger once more. Floof’s entire body wiggles with her wagging, now. Breathless, she nods and gives you a thumbs up. You chuckle fondly in response. It's undeniable how infectious her eagerness is - she practically radiates with enthusiasm at this point - and for a moment, you almost wish you could shine in the way that she did. She was the sun to your moon, a rainbow across a cloudy sky.

“I’d love to.”

Another expected response, but appreciated nonetheless. You take this as permission to press on, and it requires very little effort to slip her top off and then her pajama shorts. It certainly helps that she was practically ripping her clothes off in an attempt to speed things along. She’d never been very patient, and it was a virtue you intended to help teach her, but for now, you were happy to go along with it. This eventually leaves her in nothing more than her collar and some frilly underwear, her abundance of soft fluff covering her chest with natural modesty. You debate on asking her to take her remaining articles off as well, but ultimately decide that it doesn’t matter - this is your shared headspace, after all, and the only real things here were you and her. That, and part of you secretly loves to belch up her collar after all is said and done. Maybe it isn’t that much of a secret, but you know Floof wouldn’t mind. You take another few seconds to admire her, drinking in her supple, generous curves and fairly muscular build. She's a bit chubby as well, and her tummy just barely spills over the waistband of her briefs.

“Excellent,” you purr. Your rough, glossy tongue darts out from between your lips and licks her again, and her taste is irresistibly sweet and refreshing. “Do you have a preference on going down head or feet-first?”

She's staring at your mouth while she responds.

“Um… head-first sounds nice today.”

That works for you just fine. Your jaws slowly part, revealing the slick, midnight-dark interior of your maw. Your tongue writhes, shimmering with saliva, and your breath is humid and hot against her. She reaches up and places her fore-paw against your tongue. You lap and suck on it, tugging gently as you try to pull her inside. She giggles in response.

“So eager,” she teased.

“I can't help it. I'm starving, and you're delicious.”

She places her other hand into your mouth, and you close your lips around her wrists. She hasn't stopped wagging, and likely wouldn't for a while. She pushes against your mouth, trying to force her way in, and you smirk around her limbs.

“Now who's eager?” you ask her. She flushes a rosy pink and averts her gaze, though it's still obvious how desperate for you she is. You nibble on her wrists teasingly, applying the perfect amount of pressure to elicit an adorable little squeal from her. Your belly rumbles impatiently, but you try to ignore it for now, your eyes fixed on your partner and prey before you.

“Be honest,” you insist. “Tell me how much you want this.”

You can practically hear her heart racing. After a moment, she eventually swallows and nods.

“Am,” she breathes, her tone almost pleading. “I… I want you to eat me. I want in.”

You wanted that too, of course. Your entire body ached for her presence inside of it. Your first stomach growls invitingly, and she redoubles her efforts and squeezes her muzzle past your lips. You open your jaws just enough for her head and neck to enter, but hold them in place, taunting her as she attempts to clear her broad shoulders. You shiver at the sensation, appreciating just how badly she wants inside of you, your teeth combing through her fur with her motions. Her little frustrated huffs are kind of cute.

Finally, you grow too hungry to continue your little game. With an abrupt motion, you open wide and engulf her up to her waist. Floof tumbles onto your tongue, the sudden lack of resistance throwing her off-balance. You gnaw on her pudgy tummy with a practiced gentleness, and she squeaks ticklishly each time your polished incisors graze her sensitive skin. With little effort, you scoop her up into your maw, balancing her on your tongue as you lift your head into the air, and she instinctively goes limp in your grasp - she knows how much easier she is to swallow when she stays still. Slowly, you tip your head back, and she begins to slide towards your throat. You pause, listening for any final objections, and when you hear none, you gulp her down.

Immediately, Floof begins to slip down the slick tube of your throat, and though you can tell she's trying very hard not to, she can't help but squirm. You raise your paw to your long neck and swallow again, forcing the wiggling bulge in your esophagus to descend towards your first stomach. You trace her shape all the way down to your collarbone, where she finally disappears into you, though you feel her wide hips momentarily wedge themselves in your esophageal sphincter. Maybe she's been gaining faster than you originally thought. Your tail twitches with amusement at this, and for a few seconds, you savor the sensation of your darling prey trying to squeeze into your guts as if it was all that matters to her.

Another loud, thick gulp finally does the trick. Groaning with satisfaction, you can feel her weight sink into your gut, feel her paws pushing experimentally on the wrinkled, muscular walls. She finally allows herself to really move again, and begins to rub herself against every inch of your stomach that she could reach. You flop over onto your side, and she slides around with an audible squelching before righting herself.

“Ahh… Wonderful,” you say, mostly to yourself. Your paw caresses your swollen belly, now full of excitable sparklewolfgirl. She really is quite filling for an after-nap snack, though you could always go for more food. The sound of your purring is almost louder than the workings of your stomach as you make yourself comfortable, and Floof soon follows suit. There truly was no better feeling in the world than having a beloved preything settling in your stomach, stretching out your insides, and clearly you weren't the only one enjoying this, either. You could even feel her tail still spinning like a propeller. The hunger you'd felt earlier had melted away, and now the pleasure of the experience dominates your senses, nearly drowning you in it. She wasn't just prey - she was your prey.

“Doing alright in there?” You ask, and Floof responds by practically doing somersaults in your belly.

“Yes. Very.” Her voice is adorably muffled. “Thank you for this.”

“Of course. You know I can't say no to you.”

“Or to anyone,” she ribs you playfully, and your face grows warm with embarrassment. Trying to ignore it, you attempt to tease her back.

“You wanted this from the start, I assume? And the whole ‘can't sleep’ routine was just set dressing?”

“Yeah, maybe. What about it?”

“You could have just asked me to eat you, you know.”

“But where's the fun in that?”

You chuckle, still stroking and pawing your stomach.

“Fair point.”

As the excitement of the exchange fades, you're left feeling heavy and sleepy, and you stretch out on your rug and give a tremendous sigh of contentment. Floof seems to have laid down as well, curling up inside of you safe and sound - at least until she wriggled her way deeper into you. In that moment, you feel complete, whole. Still purring with each rise and fall of your chest, you hug her from the outside, your paws petting her through several thick layers of fur, skin, structure gel, and muscle.

“I love you,” you mumble, half-asleep. Drowsiness had settled over you like a warm, heavy blanket, and you were more than content to finish your nap with a full belly and the company of your companion. The last thing you remember before drifting off was Floof's soft-spoken reply:

“I love you too, Am.”

[joshay98]

Day 534 - 543 (1 year, 170 - 179 days)

Heya, how are we doing this week? Hope it hasn't been too stressful. Just a quick update today because I don't have a lot to tell.

So new thursday, new traveling spirit. This time the Grateful Shell Collector from the Season of Sanctuary. I didn't actually expect them. But hey, at least this is another spirit crossed off my list. They also gave me my 187th winged light. I'm getting there.

They arrive with a hairstyle, a cape and a prop. In total they cost 162 candles. On the average side for a spirit with three items.

First the cape, it is a normal-sized pink cape in the shape of a shell. It is genuinely pretty with it's design. Might go well with ocean theme outfits. Otherwise it still works as a pink filler. ^^

The hairstyle reminds me of coconut head. It's pretty sleek, being same lenght all around. It also has a small tuft sticking out the top. Adorable. :D

And lastly, two wooden chairs. They act as a chat bench as well and are able to be used in shared spaces. A nice thing if you like chatting with strangers. ^^

And that's all. Now the developers did mention that they had a fire in their server room where they keep future update content. So the quest on monday and events might get delayed. Let's see how it will turn out. I will see you then. ^^

[radium901]

there is a cream pie

that is my favourite,

though i usually hate coconut.

sweet cream dolloped

along the edges, perfect to look at,

perfect to taste. some say

they hate it, i guess

i did too at some point

but i have always been a little foolish.

those little tufts, little

bits melting underneath my fingers,

to feel them melting, i

lick them clean, no hesitation.

i love my sweet cream.

—

sweet cream @nosebleedclub

[pomegranate-cuties]

[Image description for original post and reblog by @chapmangamo: A comedic infographic of illustrated idioms titled, "Out of the Frying Pan and Into the Fire Around the World" by James Chapman from soundimals.com

The format is as follows: two side by side illustrations of the first and second half of the idiom, respectively, followed by the idiom below it and its language of origin in parentheses on a separate line. The art style is simple and whimsical, almost like a doodle. For clarity, the idioms will be placed first in the transcription, then the image descriptions

"Out of the frying pan, and into the fire" (English)

A grey fish flies from a sizzling frying pan, leaving behind its compatriot, gleefully yelling, "So long suckers!"

The same fish is squarely centered in a bright orange flame on a wooden surface, remarking, "Oh this is much worse."

"Escape a tiger, meet a crocodile" (Thai)

An orange tiger with thin stripes, round ears, and a square snout with a mischievous expression and its mouth open.

A crocodile waving and saying, "Nice to meet you!"

"Out of the rain and into the gutter" (German)

A screaming raindrop surrounded by faceless raindrops as it falls from the sky.

A puddle pooled along a sidewalk in the street, ripples dappling its surface as it continues to rain. "Nuts," it frowns.

"Ran from a wolf, but into a bear" (Russian)

Grey wolf with a white tuft of fur on its head and tip of its tail, as well as a white patch on its chest. It wears a mischievous expression.

Bear with a red gingham napkin tied around its neck, holding a knife and fork in each paw.

"From the thickets to the thornbushes" (Gaelic)

An "Ugh" speech bubble over a dense thicket of vines and bushes.

An "Ow" speech bubble over tangling cluster of briars.

"Ran from Scylla, into Charybdis" (Latin, French)

Red, five headed, long necked sea creature with smiles on its faces.

Whirlpool in the ocean.

"Escape a watermelon rind to meet a coconut shell" (Vietnamese)

Watermelon with a neutral expression, raising one hand up in greeting.

Two coconut shells, one with a face on it saying, "Hey buddy!" as it waves.

Bonus

"Run away from the devil and bump into his dad" (Romanian)

A man in a white zigzag sweater, glasses, and black pants runs from a flaming red devil with small horns and a goatee.

Same man bumps into a bespectacled, elderly devil with a mustache and sideburns wearing a yellow sweater vest over a white collared shirt. He genially greets the man with his free hand, the other holding a newspaper obscured by flame.

End description.

Transcriber's note: Image descriptions for original post and reblog by @chapmangamo combined into one because they pertain to the same subject matter.]

[Image description for reblog by @castiel-holmeshasthephonebox: Screenshot of Tumblr reblog and tags by @killhitleragain

I really wanna know the thought process of the Vietnamese. #fell from the sky and got trapped in a date palm tree #thats for hindi #you neither got god nor the lover's embrace #that's urdu #chaubey ji chhabbey ji banne chale dubey ji banke laute #idk how to translate this to english

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[manadoormat]

Strong And Durable Coconut Palm Doormat

[amiciloveblog]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: NWT Trampa Halloween Custom Made “BOO” Doormat.

[pixelzz]

Nope Doormat

Meet the perfect welcoming doormat that you can now fully personalize. Each custom mat comes in a 24″ x 16″ size and is made with Grade A tufted coir coconut fiber, making it perfect for outdoor use. All mats feature black vinyl backing for increased stability. .: One size: 24″ × 16″ (61cm x 40.6cm) .: Material: Grade A tufted coir coconut fiber .: Black vinyl backing .: Mainly for outdoor use .:…

[evergreenbutch]

ID: three screenshots from the wikipedia page for the Hairy Ball Theorem.

image 1: a graphic of a hairy sphere that looks like a coconut, with black lines representing hairs that swirl around the sphere and come to a spiky point at each pole. the sphere has a rainbow color gradient from red at the top to blue at the bottom. the caption reads, "A failed attempt to comb a hairy 3-ball (2-sphere), leaving an uncomfortable tuft at each pole".

image 2: a similar graphic of a hairy donut-shaped solid. the hairs swirl around smoothly with no spiky parts. the caption reads, "A hairy doughnut (2-torus), on the other hand, is quite easily combable".

image 3: a banner from the top of the wikipedia page reading, ""Hairy balls" redirects here. For the mayor of Fort Wayne, see Harry Baals." there is also a warning message reading, "This page has some issues". end ID.

[periwinklemeanderings]

The secret to preventing a deadly candida infection may be found in your diet. According to a new study published in the journal mSphere, coconut oil effectively controlled the overgrowth of a common fungal pathogen called Candida albicans (C. albicans) in mice.

C. albicans is part of the gastrointestinal tract's normal flora, and is regulated by the immune system. But when the immune system is compromised, the fungus can spread beyond the GI tract and lead to invasive candidiasis, the fourth most common blood infection among hospitalized patients in the U.S. It's most often found in people who already have reduced immune systems, such as cancer patients, transplant patients, and premature infants, and kills 40 to 50 percent of sufferers.

While antifungal drugs can be used to control and prevent C. albicans from spreading to the bloodstream, repeated use can lead to drug resistant strains of the microbe—and coconut oil may help in preventing this issue.

Researchers investigated how three different dietary fats influenced the amount of C. albicans in the mouse gut: coconut oil, beef tallow, and soybean oil. Meanwhile, a control group was fed a standard diet for mice.

“When you compared a mouse on a high fat diet that contained either beef fat or soy bean oil to mice eating coconut oil, there was about a ten-fold drop in colonization,” lead study author Carol Kumamoto, Ph.D., professor of molecular biology and microbiology at Tufts University School of Medicine said in a statement. These results were seen in as few as four days after the diet change.

“Food can be a powerful ally in reducing the risk of disease,” said Alice H. Lichtenstein, D.Sc., director of the Cardiovascular Nutrition Laboratory at the Jean Mayer USDA Human Nutrition Research Center on Aging at Tufts University. “This study marks a first step in understanding how life-threatening yeast infections in susceptible individuals might be reduced through the short-term and targeted use of a specific type of fat.”

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https://www.organicauthority.com/buzz-news/could-this-healthy-fat-be-the-secret-to-preventing-candida-infection

[funkforbreakfast]

“Let me cook for you”

Cooking is a huge importance to me — food was an activity that brought together my family during the holidays, custody exchanges, and sunday nights. My parents expressed their love to us via homemade dinners and produce grown from our backyard, but I still paid close attention to their techniques so as to pick them up myself. In college, I opted out of a meal plan as soon as possible — slicing and sauteing brought me more joy than an easy meal ever could (with the added bonus that my acid reflux disappeared as soon as I stopped eating from Dewick). But whenever I want to catch up with friends, they suggest a dining hall or Tufts cafe.

“Let me cook for you”

I struggle to choose easy meals to prepare, but I’d rather spend the two hours cooking with a loved one and then eating for twenty minutes. We are making something together, a collaborative effort that reassures our compatibility. Sometimes this is soup or pizza — but most recently, it was butter chickpeas, for 100 people.

The Tufts Mountain Club has been my central community in college. It encouraged me to be more mindful of my health when I was at my worst, but also expanded my definitions on how to enjoy the outdoors (I am now a self proclaimed Everglades lover). It might be a 900 person club, but there are pockets within it that hold the most genuine people I’ve met during my time here. And most of my strongest friendships have only started at the Loj in New Hampshire.

Last weekend, I was in Woodstock, New Hampshire for the return of one of TMC’s favorite traditions — Lojstock. This music festival amongst the mountain welcomes 100 band and audience members for a day of river swimming, barbeque eating, and good tunes. As someone who took on more of the planning process than I would have liked, I naturally opted for the free way to attend Lojstock — joining the cooking team. This crew was assembled of my favorite TMC people to hang with in a warm kitchen — people who let the stress make them a little goofy. Usually, the kitchen crew cooks common cabin staples like overcooked pasta with jarred tomato sauce or crusty chili. But, as a food connoisseur, I vetoed both meals and settled for a much more interesting option: butter chickpeas. I was nervous at the outcome, but people returned for seconds and thirds and even brought home leftovers in tupperware! My favorite thing about this meal is that 1) it tasted significantly better than any other loj meal, 2) was easier on my stomach than chili or gluten, 3) it was relatively high in veggies (which is hard to come by at the Loj). 

Lojstock ��23 Butter Chickpeas

Contributors: Jeannine Pecoraro ‘25, Lily Pearl Langos ‘24, Danny Rodriguez ‘24, Carmen Smoak ‘25, Gwen Brown ‘24

This dish was a HUGE hit at Lojstock ‘23 and sooo many people asked for the recipe afterwards. It is about as easy as making chili; however, it is a much more interesting and yummy dish. Requires knowledge of spices/general butter sauce taste.

Inspired by https://cooking.nytimes.com/recipes/1020739-indian-butter-chickpeas  

Prep: 30 minutes Cook time: 1 hour Yields: ~100 servings

Allergens/restrictions

Dairy, alium

Not vegan unless you swap butter for vegetable oil

Ingredients

20 red onions

16 cans of chickpeas

Eyeballed amount of garlic powder (be generous)

Eyeballed amount of ginger

Eyeballed amount of ground cumin

Eyeballed amount of paprika

Sprinkle of cinnamon

4 sticks of butter

8 cans of crushed tomatoes

15 cans of coconut milk

Eyeballed amount of curry powder

Instructions

Mince or blend the onions

Empty chickpeas into a strainer and rinse with water. Move it a large bowl and combine with the spices (have your friend with the best spice knowledge complete this step, you do NOT want to underseason this dish)

Melt butter in the largest pot over medium-low heat. Add onions and cook til browned at edges (approximately 30 minutes), stir often.

Add in crushed tomatoes and stir.

Add in coconut milk and stir.

Add in the chickpeas and stir. Let the mixture stew and bubble until chickpeas soften but stir occasionally to prevent burning.

Add curry powder and salt to taste (DO NOT SKIP THIS STEP, THIS IS WHAT BRINGS THE RECIPE TOGETHER!!)

Serve with rice and enjoy!!

[false-god-bl0g]

Minksong

Angler of Tide Colony - 5 years old - She/Her

Coconut-tuft's twin sister. The polar opposite of her brother, carefree and straightforward. Despite having sensitive skin as a lykoi she could not be happier under the sun fishing for her colony.

[simiansmoke]

@koopzilla cont.

"Gee...thanks. Guess you're such a bad influence, I'm starting to look like you now." Like garbage. Well, the collar helped anyway. Eyes still clouded with the unbearable pain he'd somehow locked away inside himself much like the crystal coconut tucked away in its tomb, DK slid his muddy gaze over to the Koopa king when he issued his water-logged complaints over the now settled ordeal.

"You don't look so great yourself, dude."

Not sure whether to be amused by this fact, or relieved they'd both made it out of the frying pan and the freezer with their lives, DK grunted and attempted to stifle a wince as a large claw claimed his waist and lifted him back into the hunted moose position on Bowser's shoulder. Guess there wasn't any time for pleasantries in the tyrant's schedule. Which meant...the coconut would soon be in the hands of someone the temple and its entire design worked against to safeguard its wish. He knew he couldn't let Bowser get that sort of power...but in his position - collared, beaten to a pulp, and being carried to the alter like a limp bride - what choice did he really have? There had to be something. Didn't help he felt....particularly odd about what had happened. Mainly drained - of both physical and mental strength.

"...was all that an act, or did ya really not care if you got one of my arms as a back-scratcher?" DK grumbled beside his ride's horn, cheek resting in a sweaty, algae-scented tuft of red fur. His arms swung uselessly in front of him, though they should function should he find the strength to lift them. Feeling himself sliding a bit along sweaty scales, he huffed and dug a foot in to keep from slipping too far.

Once the Koopa Uber had reached the top of the stairs, DK lifted his head slightly to regard the shine from the coconut. It was definitely...crystal. Was this really what Bowser put him through hell to find? Well...if the rumors were true, he suspected the other would throw him down the stairs after getting what he wanted and when all was said and done. With a sigh as Bowser beat the altar silly for a few strikes, then turned to him for an answer, DK braced himself on the large shoulder with one hand and weakly batted the air in front of him with the other. "Lean in..."

As the crystal moved closer to him, the light seemed to quiver in anticipation at the approaching royal touch, and the warm color of vanilla and early morning sunrays tickled his stomach. Oh wait, it was growling...damn... what he wouldn't give-...thoughts ripe with his newly remembered hunger. I wish I had a banana right now... He thinks, gently tapping two fingertips to the coconut's surface right after.

With a whirr and a clack, the statue released the crystal into Bowser's waiting palm. DK leaned back, eyes drooping as he waited for the tyrant to suddenly destroy the world in one sentence. The only solace he had was the banana still lying on Bowser's back from the forest fight earlier. DK was surprised the other had even missed it. It had an odd warm aura about it.

"...what're you gonna do?"