#come eat

[w0w0zella]

Ahh Ahhh Oh my godddd

[rajauua]

Comes back with fresh food

[illya-roma]

Sung Promise

The flesh melds and folds over itself as the greened bloody chains tighten and slacken with a threat of death.

A threat to steel away anatomy.

A threat to take away the loved’s soul.

A threat to hold over one’s soul.

Face smashed into an unrecognizable mess, hands and flesh rumple and extend to hold on to hope as the chains tighten and crack and renew to hold.

To contain.

To control.

To destroy.

Then shatter, then renew, beg and scream, then swear and break, then renew and weep. They screech, demand, kill, anger, break, then scream again.

And again...

And again...

And again....

And another screams.

She stops rushing through the air. Staring down at the one that awakened, who stared back with flowing tears. He shrinks away.

Her flames slowed and decrease in size, her enlarged fangs grow smaller as her eyes return from raging fearful reds to oranges. She breathes. Her nonexistent throat shutting.

The child, with a glimpse through the tears, reaches out with familiarity to the ghost holding him.

She holds him closer, cowering and closing and protecting him with her body as her core cracks and heals and cries apology after apology after apologyafterapology.

The warmth spreads through him as he cries and weeps holding and clutching onto his dearest and safest one as she purrs and hums to chase away his tears.

Her core hums about the stars above and her stolen voice sings about protecting and loving.

It feels like everything as it sounds like nothing.

The swinging of child asking to go higher and higher.

The tapping of a ballet dancer's feet as they prepare to jump.

The sizzling of food on the stop as a couple dance through the kitchen.

The childs' tight hugs as they begin their first day of school.

The dog jumping and played alongside its younger siblings.

The crows huddling to their eggs for warmth.

A cat purring and stretching under the sunlight.

Flowers and leafs fluttering about.

Snowball fights and hot drinks

The laughter of children in a tickle fight.

A person's first kiss.

The adults' marriage vow.

Lazy days.

And night's of the moon, stars and planets.

A song.

A beautiful life.

And a promise she intends to keep.

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Hurried running of children sound across the rooms, the white bland wall allow the signs to pop out. It anchors them through the hollow walls.

The nurse, through his teary eyes and closed throat catches one of the children helping his wheel bound friend to get closer to the windows, and in a cracking voice asks what they're doing.

"The angels here!" they reply.

And run to window nearest to them.

The nurse walks to them and stands near the bald child with wires attached to them. They sit unable to reach the window.

The child holds out a hand without removing their eyes of the black polluted clouds. And the nurse holds it. They smile, breathes calm and steady.

"The angel came." the child falls limp.

Two women buckle on the balcony as an embrace of life, of a new beginning covers them like blankets. Plants around them fluttered as their hold tightened neither wanting to let go.

A man stands from his desk, ringing his phone and waiting patiently as regret rushes through his veins. He moves closer to his tiny window and opening to feel the air

His mother answers.

An elder sitting around the fire beside the others in an alley way, holds up a torn and faded photo. The others hold each other and stare at the darkness above them, each muttering and hiding tears.

The elder brings the photo to their lips then their fore head as they smile for the last time.

The reporter delivering news fallters and quietens, none of her coworkers speak until she asks if they could feel it.

The all answer.

The man in the sewers repeats his rhyme in hastened pace till he reaches the surface. Once he stands above, his voice flatters and reaches his hand above as warmth and calm spreads through him.

His reptilian friend follows without a sound.

They all watch and listen to the silence, as beauty, appreciation and life flows through them without knowing who brought it upon them.

'I love you' she says.

They all loved her back.

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[daily-spanish-word]

to eat comer

“I‘m not picky. I’ll eat anything comestible.”

Mother calls the kids: “Come eat!”. One of the kids is very promising: a real comer.

Tom ate my bacon. Tom comió mi tocino.

Picture by Daniel Carlbom on Flickr

[raw-king]

Anybody hungry? 🥮

[sixthecowboycourier]

"True to Caesar, even in death."

SPOILERSS AHEAD also big lore dump ;-;

Six finally made good on the promise he made to Boone.

Caesar and his army falls, but before the legion's head does, Six almost gets himself killed via hesitation; the courier is finding it harder and harder to kill... The bodies in his wake reminding him of what was to be his own fate; maybe him and Benny aren't so different after all, maybe Six was overthinking it.

Speaking of fate and that damn gecko, Benny's presence becomes an issue for Six, at first he's willing to put a pretty 10mm in his head and be done with it all, but his conscious, again, nags at him. The courier can't bring himself to kill Benny, the parallels he draws between them in that moment stops him from even going through with his initial plan.

"I'mma cut you free and yer ass has 15 seconds ta get outta my sight, 'else I'll tell Boone ta put one right between yer eyes, Gecko."

[the-ravenscove]

It's a fruit buffet here. Eat you till the cherry pops

it is the best part

[trashpandagarbage918]

Steak teriyaki and fried rice

[essidag0at]

cum put your face in it 😘

[mansorus]

[daily-spanish-word]

food la comida

Imagine the food being communist: having to stand for it in line for hours, like in Soviet Russia.

Imagine food being comics: every plate has a text balloon telling something.

An Italian restaurant owner telling you, with a strong accent: “Come eat a Italian a food ina mya ristorante!”

Dinner at ‘Fawlty Towers’: that’s always a comedy.

How’s the food? ¿Qué tal la comida?

Picture by Lucianvenutian on Flickr

[trashpandagarbage918]

Tacos al pastor

Tamales

Black beans

Guscamole

Yummmmmm I'm in heaven

[daisywords]

One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.

Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.

It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?

Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.

[chalkrub]

autumnal chill....featuring the girl

[scariusaquarius]

@seb-owns-these-tatas @dilfhos

scars

[thedailymaskedmerchant]