#english ain't my first language

[paradoxo8y]

You enter in the florest hopping to find one of them, for you wish to make a deal. not to long after the tree line the florest itself finds you, a being with to many teeth and not enouh face speaks into your mind.

-What brings you to my florest mortal?

It's voice sonds like a milion of beings and nothing. You know it's to dangerous to look at them the fear will consume your mind.

- I wish for me and my children and their descents to posses riches like the many kings and queens beyond the trees.

You speak surelly, a dangerous game is being played with the creature.

- Is that so? - Their voices amused. - For as long as you pay the price all your family can have the wellness of royalty.

- What's the price? - You ask

The thing laughs at your foolish question. You was dismised as the fae dissapear in the dark.

It's not long into you starts to receive money, all the things can be buyied, your descends have fresh water and more food than all the family ancestors have ever seen.

But the riches come with a price, as the fae have warned, all of you need to work for them, the payment starts to get lower and lower, after your death they still need to make things for the fae.

Breaking the agreement will only curse them further, now yours grandsons work 9 to 5 all weeks to gain the minimun wage, they can't fail or the water will be cut, if they stop paying the faeries there is no food.

Your soul canot rest for you have cursed your bloodline into mindless work in schange of the most basic of necessities.

[nell0-0]

Would 10/10 have time to draw and write if I just stopped assembling(?) furniture and moving heavy stuff around. Would not recommend either, there's an option to pay for people to do it for you. Which sounds super nice. Then again, I'm broke (spent all the money on the furniture pieces), so there I go again.

[neosatsuma]

Had a mystifying conversation with a friend and now I'm curious. By "teach to spell," I mean, "Did your school have classes/segments dedicated to learning phonetic combinations, learning spelling 'rules' ('I before E except after C,' 'double consonants make a short vowel sound,' etc) and/or memorizing how to spell words of increasing complexity?"

[m3nt4lly-1ll-1ph0n3]

We need to stop saying "kids/teens don't go out ever bc they rather stay on their phone and on TikTok all day 😠😠😠"

One, Well maybe stop fucking hating us? Stop acting like we're pests , stop closing malls and stuff, stop being obligated to have a adult with us everywhere?

two, SOME PEOPLE DON'T HAVE THE FUCKING CHOICE. My family never take me outside when I want because it's "inconvenient" to them and they don't wanna deal with my shit. I don't have the choice I'm barely allowed to go outside Ever

Shut up

[0ghostwatcher]

Daily hc

Ctimene has a formidable aim

We ,and for we I meant me and Ktimene since Ody ditch us, anyway we were in a field of Itacha for I was trying to show Kti some new moves I learned. I hitted few targets in a very abruptly way,I didn't want her to see my struggle so I play it off like Ody would." ..I learnt this to be able to attack even from far-" I take a deep breath while I turn toward her ,just as Ktimene comes down from the branch where she was sitting ,to take few daggers and throw them without much effort .

They all hit the target.

my jaw dropped as she playful smirk and wink at me ,damn.

[childishsadism]

I wanna start by saying that I do not mean to shame or talk down to anybody when making this kind of post.

But we gotta talk about writing formats and stuff. Now, I'm not gonna act like I'm some sort of super, in-depth reader who just LOVES to read and knows everything, I don't, in fact, I kinda hate reading but I gotta do it to learn how to write better which is what I enjoy doing. I love writing, that's what I like to do, the reading part is what bores me.

But even tho I dislike reading that doesn't mean I'm gonna ignore the structure and formats cuz I don't like reading and don't wanna learn.

Lately, I noticed there are a lot of fic writers that take some questionable takes when it comes to writing and lemme start by saying that while I believe we all have different writing styles, a style is different from the basic structure.

I'm talking about the recent influx of fics in ao3 that are wall posts, have no dialogue division, or smash two characters talking into the same paragraph.

I know tiktok LOVES to lie to y'all for the sake of clout and attention (I have seen people making very STUPID takes when it comes to writing there) but I promise you that nobody is gonna kill you for having a good writing structure that follows the norm cuz it is the norm for a reason.

Here are two examples of my own writing (this is all unbeta/unfixed) on the left side is the regular structure you'll follow when writing a regular novel, and on the right is what I use when writing fanfiction.

Both are GOOD for their given purpose.

Dialogue between characters is separated so you understand it is another character talking and if there is a description between the dialogue it is still the same character talking after.

The paragraphs are separated and it is clear when a new action is happening and another one ends. It makes it easy for readers to follow what is happening.

I cannot believe I have to say this but JUST USE THE WORD SAID. He said, she said, they said, that bitch said. If you just want to clarify who is talking, just use said. If you have a long dialogue between characters and wanna make sure the reader is still following along, then just throw in the word said here and there and add a small action. Contrary to what dumbasses say on the internet, using the word said is there to GUIDE THE READER INTO KNOWING WHO IS TALKING. That's the purpose it has, if it is a dialogue between two characters then it is easier and you don't have to spam it but please, sometimes simplicity goes a long way.

Separate your dialogue between characters

Tell your reader who is talking.

Separate your paragraphs

And for the love of god, please, don't take writing advice from tiktok kids that only consume fanfiction. Instead, read novels and books, yeah it blows if you hate reading and English isn't your first language (like me) but that's how you are gonna get better at it. I'm not saying fanfiction isn't at the same level as novels/books but for the most part, books/novels are constructed and formatted in a way that you can learn something from them and apply it to your writing.

Think of it as a reference, just like artists use references to get better at drawing, your reference is other books that'll teach you and help you do better.

[anightydragon]

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[aziirel]

Sooo, I'm probably going to get a lot of hate for this, but bitch is allowed to have their own opinions but am I the only one who hates Detective stabler?? Like every time his scenes play every fiber of my being gets irritated

Like in season 12, episode 9, where sonya paxton had a face off with stabler and HE blatantly brought up her alcoholic past in the most insensitive and jerk move pissed me off and you can say that he was caught up in moment and his anger got the best of him but what about afterwards?

When he went and knocked on her door, spewing a bunch of nonsense about his daughter just so she wouldn't have to testify in court, and yes, that's good he's protecting his daughter but he shouldn't have taken the files in the first place especially as a Detective because he KNEW the consequences it could inflict upon his child.

And what's worse? He didn't apologize for bringing up paxton's alcoholic breakdown in season 11, only apologizing for not telling about where he got those files from. Now, this is merely a rant for my sake, and keep in mind that I have not watched season 11 in a long TIME and is merely rewatching season 12 simply because I want to duh.

[aweirdbugcreature]

I'm seeing horrors beyond my comprehension. We'll have a date on sunday

[nell0-0]

Do you, too, feel a fondness for gnc Link? Any and all of them!

Hm, I'll be honest, I've been thinking about this ask for a bit and I don't quite get what you mean by gnc Link.

My best guess is the GBC/GBA Zelda games. If that's what you meant, then absolutely! I'm currently playing Minish Cap (I've been taking my time to enjoy the game ^^). Next on my list is alttp and after that I'll probably play the Oracle games (...again. Never got too far before but I'll definitely beat them this time!)

If that's not what you meant, then could you clarify?

[ethulliel]

The Acolyte drives me mad because, yes, it could've been good if they just understood its theme like Andor did with the Empire.

I saw people arguing the Jedi were “space cops”, and... no? If only, they became a fundamentalist group. So if uso them to talk about police violence, it won't work. They are here and there involved in conflicts, but in times of peace they just go back to being... monks. What you can, however, is to talk about how they institutionalised the Force and how instead of following so many codes, having one way of living and taking weapons to join sides of a conflict, they should go back to the beginning and just being monks. Then it might work just fine. I mean, if you to disregard the fact the Jedi never claimed to have the “right” view of the Force, demonising people like those weird witch group (sorry, they were weird).

So to say they steal kids from their families is so, you know, push the bar. They ask for permission, you know. The parents surrender their kids to them. The parents can keep their children, but those children are bound to become outsiders in their own communities because they aren't born like the others. The Jedi offer them a place of self-knowledge where they can commune with people like them and observe the Force. Come on, guys, it's like Institute Xavier for Mutants. However, what blemishes the Jedi Order is how they surround themselves with too many rules. And, huh, people are allowed to leave, you know. Anakin thinks about leaving the Jedi Order all the time during his teens years. And should his master hadn't adopted a brat, Obi-Wan Kenobi would also leave. So, I assure you, it's not like a cult. We see how a cult looks like with the Dathomir Witches.

So claiming that the Jedi Order is oppressing you is choosing to stay in the cell when the door is open. The worst that might happen is you feeling dislocated in the world. Other than that, there's no social shame.

Besides, truth be told: The Acolyte is altogether unnecessary in telling its story because seven seasons of Clone Wars already did that. Like, there's nothing they can tell that hasn't been told in that animation. Everything was properly explored. They were just expending money on nothing. Yes, even sleeveless Manny Jacinto didn't buy it for me.

[mecchimon]

Chimondo colorful soulmates AU (but angst)

Warning: THH spoilers for ch2

Since Mondo was a child, people always described seeing colors as a magical thing, because it allowed you to see everything in a new light. But most importantly, it finally allowed you to see your soulmate for the first time in their full glory.

And it really felt magical. The room he originally had trouble telling apart was now a miriad of colors, from the ceiling to the floor, everything was so bright and different from before. Everything felt so much more alive.

But even with all of these colors sparkling around him and begging him to look their way—to look away from what he's done, his eyes were only glued to the person, his soulmate, laying on the floor in front of him.

His hair was the first thing he noticed. They were so pretty as they were sprawled all around his head like a halo, each strands shining from the dim light as they laid on the wooden floor, the top of his head coated in a bright red as blood kept pouring out of the open wound and pooling beneath him.

His eyes were the second thing he saw. They were trained up the ceiling and above, rolled up slightly and showing the white of his scleras. But still, he could see a glimpse of green hidden underneath his pupils that were so big, too big as tears escaped his dead eyes and fell down his cheeks, highlighting the paleness of his skin. Mondo didn't know if it was originally that pale.

He didn't want to know, or to think of anything anymore.

How long had he dreamed of this moment ? Laid in his bed late at night as a child, wide awake and shaking in excitement as he imagined all kind of scenarios: Of what his soulmate would say to him, what he would say as their hand made contact. How he would imagine the colors in his mind, what they would remind him of so he could voice them out loud and charm his soulmate with his knowledge.

He wanted to think of hazelnut as he looked at his hair. Of leaves in the middle of changing by the seasons as he looked into his hazel eyes. Of forests leaves and grass in the after rain as he looked at his rumpled uniform, he wanted to think of charred wood as he looked at his skirt. Even of a charred forest and him as the fire that burned it all down. He wanted to think of anything else but red.

It was everywhere. Nothing but red tinted his vision no matter where he looked, no matter how many times he blinked.

He raised his empty hand to his face, bile rising up his throat as he looked a the carnage of colors, taking it in as fast as he could as they began to fade quickly, too quickly—as if realizing that something went wrong. That this wasn't right. This wasn't supposed to happen.

Splotches of gray filled his vision over and over, the dead crying heavy tears directly into his eyes and washing away his dream day as a punishment.

His gaze flitted to the blood beneath him, the only thing still bursting with colors as everything around him disappeared. It was the last thing he could pay attention to. The last thing that wouldn't revert back to its original state, no matter how much he wished it did.

So he kept looking, taking in his own terrified gaze as the liquid rippled—drops of what he now realized was blood falling in and disturbing it. He didn't dare look at the weight in his hand yet, the colors—the blood still present and dulling so slowly, as if mocking him and reminding him of what he's done.

Isn't this what you wanted ? Why won't you take a look already ? They kept laughing, over and over until they faded completely and left him to his own mistakes.

Everything was now back to its colorless self, yet he kept staring into these glassy heap of gray and black that couldn't stare back, couldn't dream or gleam in front of him nor let him dream of what color they would be anymore. Even without colors, they were so dull.

So fucking dull.

Something began falling down his cheeks and directly into the pool of gray. He couldn't tell if it was tears or blood. He couldn't tell. He couldn't move.

He felt so numb.

[bunnys-kisses]

bulk

capt. john price

cw: smut/pwp, rugby au, rugby player!price, age gap (20s/40s), size difference/kink, rough sex, doggy style, headlock (slight choking), dirty talk & degrading language, breeding kink, is this ticking off boxes for anyone?

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john price was a big man. almost ten years playing professional rugby for the english team, he had bulked up since his early years on the team.  thick muscle and a nice softness over top. he was strong, able to carry all the groceries inside of your shared flat and also get his hulking frame across the field with ball in hand. he was also hairy, patches of hair across his chest down to his belly, didn't mention all the pubic hair between his legs. it obscured a lot of his tattoos that he had gotten over the years, like your name over his heart and his jersey number at his thigh (you knew you'd get too hot if you thought about his thighs too much).  you once told him, with your tongue loose with alcohol that it was the ideal male body. that these ‘dehydrated poor excuses of men’ needed to drink water and eat some carbs. 

price was a man's man. you knew the first time you fucked him, that you'd never ever fuck with those limp dicked boys at your university. you got addicted to the feeling of a real man, one who know exactly how to make your eyes roll back and your tongue hang out, panting heavily like a good bitch you were.

post-game price was your favourite shade of john price. you could feel his electricity while in the passenger seat of the car after the match. when he pulled out of the parking lot, he placed his large hand on your thigh. he played with the edge of your skirt and kept his eyes on the road. you could tell that the wheels in his head were turning. 

  “honey?”

  “been thinkin', love.” he said as his fingers edged up your skirt a little more. like he was a teen boy rather than a forty year old man. he was teasing you, knowing that there would be no way you could both fuck in the back of his car. even it was an expensive vehicle, it would be a tight fit for such a large man and his smaller wife. 

you looked at him and said, “never a good thing for a man to think.” you giggled then yelped when he gripped your thigh suddenly. 

he chuckled a little as he continued to drive, “thinkin' about makin' a baby.” he licked his top lip, “i ain't gettin' any younger, love. and you're almost done school, so i think it's high time we start makin' a family.” his words were honey in your brain. it made you squirm. your much bigger, much older husband was asking for you to make a baby with him. 

  “someone's got baby fever.” you giggled as you placed your hand over his. the air of the car grew warmer, which made price open the window a little.  you squeaked a little bit when he gripped you harder. you felt your heart rate pick up at the feeling of his large hands on you.

he chuckled a little, as he looked at you briefly while at a stop light. he leaned in to kiss you, “of course. part of me's been thinkin' about you walking across the stage at your graduation with my little brat in your belly.” then looked back to start driving again. 

you rubbed your thighs together and felt wet at your core. you couldn't deny your husband, plus you had been subject to baby fever as well. maybe it was your body screaming for your lover. to have a part of him in you. and it wasn't like you two were being the most safe, so accidents could've happened. once back at your flat, you weren't in your clothes for long. 

price had practically ripped your skirt off of you and those large paws he called hands were groping at your plush ass with his lips on your neck.  you could feel his hard cock inside of his white briefs. the pre cum leaked through the fabric as he humped against you. he said in a heated tone, “i need it. i need her.” while made you moan then try to get your bra and panties off. you felt the heat rising in your skin, it was painfully hot for you. it excited you in ways that left you feeling hot all over. 

  “how badly, honey?”

he pulled you right up against him, his clothed cock digging into your abdomen, “more than anythin'. i need ‘er.  i need ’er stuff full. want it to smell like me for months. and if it doesn't, i'll just fill 'er up again.” he slapped your ass and watched you moan with your back arched. he groped the cheek one last time before he took his naked wife to the bedroom. 

his clothes were tossed to the side too, the t-shirt from the rugby league and basketball shorts. once everything was off, you admired your lover for a long moment. seeing all the heft and hair on him. his body that was so strong that he could easily crush you in his bicep or between his thighs. it made your core throb as you got into bed. 

  “nah, nah.” price said as he got onto the bed and grabbed your hips, “i need a deeper angle, somethin' to really show her i love you.” then patted your pussy before he gripped onto your hips once more and turned you onto your stomach. he then angled your hips up then dragged a finger across your achy slit. he chuckled, “there she is.” then leaned in to give your slick cunt a little blow, watching your hole flutter.

  “mmm please, honey.” you arched your back as you felt your husband so close to you. your hulking husband who only hours earlier was running across the field, fighting his way through the other team. his strong legs carried him and you were sitting in the stands with your thighs pressed together with need. 

price replied, “i know, i know. i know you need me” he rubbed his achy cock up against your slit, “always so good for me. knew for the moment i met ya that i wanted ya for the rest of my days.” there was an age gap between you two, but in all fairness, it turned you on even more. knowing that this handsome older man wanted to make sure that his cock was buried in you. 

when he pressed into you, your back arched. you gasped heavily into the covers as he lifted your hips further to get a better angle to sink into you. he laid over top of you, his fuzzy body up against your back. he pressed his weight onto you and kept that heavy cock of his snug inside of you. you groaned loudly, muffled by the pillows under your head. 

  “honey.” you whined as you felt the ache of his cock so deep in you. 

he got one of his hefty arms around your throat, keeping you further pinned against the bed. it wasn't hard enough to choke the lights out of ou. but enough to have pressure that made your head swim. it all felt so good and just just started. your voice was strained when price started to rut against you. his pace wasn't fast like a young stallion, but they were hard. every thrust of his hips were lazily slow but hit the back of your pussy perfectly. his cock had a thickness to it, you had carried rolls of ground beef that weighed less than his cock. not to mention the forest of pubic hair anf his breeder balls. he was a perfect man, body and all. he  took you so well. 

  “she likes me.” he said, “your pretty cunt. i bet you were thinkin' about me on the field. all dirty and roughed up, yeah. bet you wished i fucked ya right in the locker room. let the boys hear how i make my girl feel. bruise that poor pussy of yours.” he said, words hot in your heat. it made sweat settle over you.

you whimpered a little against the covers, “please, john. ah!”

he continued to fuck you, his pace was aggressive and it made you see stars. his arm was still around your throat and you could feel your pulse in your jaw. he left messy kisses on your face, leaving your cheek wet. you whimpered and clenched around his cock which only made him fuck you harder. you were such a good little wife for him. being so good to your man while he wrecked your sweet little hole. 

  "honey! please! you whimpered as you arched your back, but didn't get far due to the impressive size of your lover. you felt pinned under him, his strength. you gasped out another noise as the blunt head of his cock kept bullying your sweet insides. letting it make a huge mess of you, his cock was soaked in your wetness. it dripped down his hairy balls. he loved making his girl feel good. 

he continued to kiss your face, not quite getting your lips. his facial hair brushed against your heated skin and made you over sensitive. his mouth kept running as he kept moving. he felt hot all over, like a heat in his gut as he battered your sweet insides, “my perfect woman.  know how to take me so well. meant to take me. givin' me the privilege to make you a mama. ya like that? showin' up to uni with a little extra next semester. my dutiful little wife. keepin' up her studies while she nursing my babe.” he chuckled as he continued to keep that pussy of yours nice and filled. 

you gasped and moaned into the covers. you could be as loud as you wanted, you were in the safety of your bedroom as price rutted against you. your body was sweaty and your head was swimming. it was so painfully erotic, you felt hot all over. your heart thumped in your chest with a heavy beat as price kept moving against you. 

  “you're lucky you have the ring already. if your classmates saw you with a nice round middle, they might have gotten the wrong idea about you. that you're a dirty slag who can't keep her legs closed.” he chuckled as he licked down the sweat on the side of your neck, “dirty bird. but it's alright, we're married. you're my wife. mrs. jonathan price. about time you got a little one in your belly.” he pressed further into you and it made your head spin. his cock felt like it was pressing into your stomach. 

  “i love you.” you panted.

he finally kissed your lips, or at least the corner as he tightened his hold around your throat, “i love ya too, sweet thing. lettin' my cock bully your sweet insides. made for me, all of me. don't worry, be keepin' that womb warm for a long time. hope ya like 'em big, price boys can be a handful.” he laughed as he kissed the back of your neck. 

he was fully crowded in your space as he worked your sweet pussy. you barely had time to think before you felt the flash of orgasm through your body. it was like being engulfed in a quick heat while your body tensed up and your mind went blank. your pussy drooling on his cock, beckoning him to finish inside of you. 

a good husband always finishes in his wife. 

with a few more heavy thrusts against your limp body price finished inside of you. he pushed his cock all the way inside of you and made sure that your hips were at an angle that made it easier for you to get pregnant. he clutched onto you as he slowed down to a stop. your eyes rolled back a little as he pulled out. the loss of pressure made you whine. you weren't able to form any proper thoughts, your tongue felt heavy in your mouth as your husband rolled you onto your back and kissed you deeply on the lips. 

no need to think, mrs. price. let your rugby playing husband do all the decision making. <3

[bleyven]

"omg look a squirrel!!!" - isn't adhd

first thought: OMG A SQUIRREL–

*hardly keeps the neutral appearance*

second thought: god how do i react??? I HAVE LIKE A SECOND- first am i alone or with someone? ah ok here's my friend. should i make them look– OMG IT'S SO CUTE – nah probably not it's a usual thing here i will look cringe. will i??? definitely- but it's so cool i need to react I WANT TO– so how do i do it, excited? nah itd be cringe i figured that; so i guess itd be a neutral-surprised expression on my face like narrow brows a little for a second, and probably a quiet "hm". do i want to actually draw a friend's attention? yeah but how'd they react??? ok knowing them they prob won't notice but if they do it'll be "what?" from them. ok guess I'll answer super casually and relaxed "there's a squirrel-" and so i don't look cringy exited because of a simple animal "-didn't think they live here." k sounds like a plan.

makes the planned expression and sound

friend: what?

: there's a squirrel. didn't think they live here.

f: ah ok. *minding thier business again*

social interaction #21 by 05.12.2023: report

mission status: completed; successfully.

topic: a cool squirrel

time: 0.27s

details: the subject was really unexpected. though i managed to enjoy it, discuss it with a friend and didn't look cringe. i've earned a chocolate medal.

– is adhd.

[ramenwithbroccoli]

I was always jealous of other kids at school. It's pretty hard when almost everyone in your class is few months older than you, and it got even harder when they all began turning 10. During recess kids were flying around, shooting lasers from their eyes or screaming with their sonic voices loud enough to shatter glass. And I had nothing. Forever limited to sitting on my patch of grass, with curious ants as the only substitute for company. We were both small and defenseless, and so we had to stay out of range of all the cool kids with their cool powers.

When my 10th birthday approached, I was ecstatic. It was finally my time to shine! I had been thinking about it for so long, going over all of the powers I could posses many, many times. Should I ask for super strength to impress anyone? Be able to shapeshift to look more mature? Run super fast to win all the races? I just couldn't decide!

My mom planned out a picnic for us both, at my favourite place at my favourite park. We were eating fruit salad and strawberry cake while watching the ducks from the nearby pond. It would've been wonderful if it weren't for the swarms of insects that decided to attack either us or our lunch. Mad at the fly that landed on my plate, I loudly proclaimed "I wish I could tell all those bugs to buzz off!". Right after I said those words, a multicolored sphere of light erupted before my eyes. Mom asked me if everything was alright but I didn't hear her through the ringing in my ears. I would later learn that it was my 'special moment'. I had my chance to shine - but all i did was ask for a way to communicate with bugs.

If I was an outcast before, now it was even more prominent. There's a big difference between the kid who didn't get his powers yet and the kid who had a chance to become powerful, and yet picked an awfully lame superpower. It was safer to keep my distance, on my patch of grass. At least now I knew that ants were really chatty and loved gossip. I even brought them cookie crumbs sometimes.

It got easier with time. While it still wasn't considered 'cool', understanding insects helped me with many science projects, making me really good at biology. When it came to exams from other subjects, well - teachers can stop you from bringing a cheat sheet, but they won't stop a fly. A fly that just happens to remember all the important physics formulas. A fly that randomly chose to hang around your desk. Well.

While useful, it was still embarassing. For a long time, I used to tell people I had a different power - like being really good at hide and seek or remembering all pokémon. Something childish, but acceptable. After all, it wasn't rare for people to grow out of their powers. Who even used sonic screaming anymore? It seemed like my bugtalk would be my sweet, little secret.

That was, until the world went to shit.

It was to be expected. Water supply started running short, days were getting hotter, plants almost stopped growing. People were freaking out. And then the locusts came, swarms spreading through remaining crops. That was enough for the fights to break out, and fights can get really violent when people start using their powers to the full extent. It was a battle of survival - violent, full of fear, absolutely unnecessary. I didn't stand a chance. So I fled.

I found an old cottage on a hill, with a nice view and a vegetable garden. I did what I've been doing my whole life - I looked insects in the eyes and told them to fuck off. They did. While the world collapsed around me, I spent my time peacefully tending to my crops and laying in soft grass. The thought of helping others did cross my mind. I could arrange talks and resolve the whole thing - but was it really a good idea? They had the cool, useful powers after all. It would be derogatory for them, to be saved by someone like me. Someone so 'lame and useless'.

And so I just accepted my role of watching people kill each other with laser eyes or super strength, forever sitting on my small patch of grass.

In a world where at age 10 you pick your superpower, you picked the seemingly harmless one. Yet now at 26 you are considered the most powerful person in the world

[jack-daww]

Since I talked about cookies, here's the recepie (estimated time in total: about 30mins depending on skill level):

- 200g butter (or vegan alternative)

- 80g brown sugar (or a mix of normal and vanilla sugar, or a mix of farine sugar and normal sugar, I recommend a bit over half being normal sugar for these alternatives)

- 1 table spoon of sugar syrup (or other alternatives)

- 160g flour (you can replace up to 70g with ground nuts, or up to 50g with cocoa powder)

- 1 1/2 tea spoons of baking soda (floof powder)

- Ground vanilla if you're feeling fancy

- Chocolate chips to taste (can also be replaced with alternatives like nuts etc., you can also make some of the chips small enough to melt into the dough)

Preheat oven for 180°C circulating air heating (i hate google translate but i honestly don't know the right word).

Beat sugar and butter until creamy. Add in the syrup. In a seperate bowl, mix together the dry ingredients (together with vanilla if wanted). Give the dry ingredients to the batter under constant mixing (not all at once). Add in chocolate chips.

Make small balls out of the dough and place them on a prepared baking tray. You don't need to press them down (but you can if you want to). This should make about 24 cookies, best spaced out over two trays. Bake for 10-15 minutes. (In my oven, 12 minutes work best but it really depends on the oven and size of dough balls).

Remove the cookies from the oven immediately and place on a cooling rack. This makes sure they cool evenly and I think makes them softer, but don't take my word on that one.

You should be able to eat them after 5-10 minutes of cooling.

(The picture is a version of the cookies with ground almonds, making them darker)