#finch fry

[waspcup]

@fleshdykefour

[knockoff-conlon]

modern javey and newsbians are THE food shares ever. they're on dates and steal bites of everything from each other's plates.

modern sprace and redfinch threaten to stab each other with their forks for stealing food off their plates. sill not share anything.

modern blush don't share food willingly. they just casually sneak food from the other's plate when the other's not looking.

[sufferingrelapsed]

i found a dead finch on my walk today, brought it home, then realized i had no idea what to do with it.

a friend suggested putting it in the freezer, and the balcony freezer only has fryable or ready frozen food

dead bird? fridge? you know where this is going...

[loulovingho]

i know you didn't ask for prompts but if you get a chance could you write something where tommy is in trouble (maybe during the bees chaos) and kinda has to rescue himself? like his helicopter crashes or something idk! sorry if this is a bother!

well this became a whole thing, so thanks for that! Also, you can send prompts anytime. I can't promise when I'll get to them, but I always try.

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He was used to waking up to the sound of birds. He had a tree right by his window and, while none of them ever made a nest, there were plenty of birds that liked to stop by for a visit.

He'd worried about it when Evan first started staying over. Some people hated the sound of the chirps first thing in the morning, often starting before the sun was up.

But the first time Tommy woke up with Evan in his house, expecting him to be beside him in bed, he was surprised to find him squatted down and staring out the window.

“Morning.” Tommy's voice was husky of the morning. He blinked a few times to adjust to the sunlight shining in from the open window.

Evan turned to him with a smile. “You have blue birds. I think I saw a cardinal too, earlier. It was quick though. A finch got a worm in the dirt by the roots.” He looked back, nearly pressing his forehead to the glass, “This is so cool.”

Tommy was pretty sure he felt his heart swell twice it's size that day. He's also pretty sure that was the moment he fell in love. He didn't say it then, waited a couple more months for that. They'd only really been going out for a few weeks at that point, but he still felt it.

And it was a damn good feeling.

Everyday with Evan was a good feeling. He loved going out with him, or staying home. Loved to hear him go on rants about whatever research he'd been doing lately. He loved coming home to Evan cooking in his kitchen, or napping on his couch. He loved the texts they'd send each other during shifts. Tommy would often get ragged on about how often his phone would ding. “Are y'all sexting again?” his co-worker would ask with a snort. Tommy never told them that, most of the time, Evan was actually sending him the most G-rated photos of all time, and it was absolutely adorable. Like the one where he was holding a baby duck that they'd saved. Or the one where he was frying pork chops and had to take a selfie with them because they turned out so good. Or the one where Christopher dropped by the station for a visit and Evan snapped a picture with him while Chris was mid eye-roll. Those were his favorites.

He loved the phone calls with Evan too. It didn't matter if they'd been with each other all night, and left for work at the same time, and would be seeing one another right after their shift was over. When it was a quiet day at work, they were always reaching into their pockets to call one another. Sometimes at the same time.

Tommy loved the parts of Evan that Evan didn't love about himself. He loved that Evan was clingy, love that he talked a lot, loved that when he got something on his mind he had to do it and it had to be done right.

Tommy loved how aggressively he loved his family and friends.

He loved the grumpy side of Evan, and loved that Evan seemed to love Tommy's grumpy side too.

He also loved the look on Evan's face when he was about to come. Loved how their bodies fit together so perfectly, like they were made for each other.

Loved how easily he blushed. Loved falling asleep next to him, their bodies tangled together in one way or another. He loved waking up beside Evan. Getting to see his hair all tousled and the little drips of drool that would escape down the side of his mouth.

“That's a lot of things to love about a person,” Evan whispered into the darkness of the room. “Although I will forever deny the fact that I drool, thank you very much.”

Which, maybe the room wasn't actually dark, because Tommy still had his eyes closed.

He scrunched his face up, confused. “Was I talking out loud?” he asked.

“Mhm.” He could feel Evan's breath on his face. “Do you really love all that about me?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then you should open your eyes.”

That was an odd request. It all felt odd, actually. Because when he and Evan woke up together, Evan always had a hand on him somewhere. His chest, his arm, his back, running up and down his side. Somewhere. But this time Tommy felt nothing.

Well, not nothing, exactly. He felt damp, actually. He felt damp and sticky and hot. Hotter than usual, but cold at the same time?

“What?” He mumbled out, confused.

“I said you should open your eyes.”

“Wh- Why?”

“Tommy!” Evan's voice was louder now, like he had a megaphone to Tommy's ear. “Open your eyes!”

Tommy's head jerked up in surprise, wincing from the sound. “Mmm,” he groaned. His body hurt all over. He didn't remember feeling sick before he went to bed.

But the more he thought about it, he didn't really remember going to bed.

He blinked his eyes open slowly. They felt so dry and scratchy, almost like they had sand in them. When they finally focused he expected to see his clock to his left, the time shining back at him. Expected to have Evan beside him, or cooking some elaborate breakfast in the kitchen.

Expected to see sunlight shining from between his curtains.

Instead all he saw was rocks, mud, and leaves.

Did they go camping? He definitely didn't remember that. And why the hell wouldn't they at least have a tent?

“Ev- Evan?” God, talking hurt. Felt like his throat was on fire.

He was lying on his stomach, but there was no pillow under his head. There was something there though. Something shielding his head from the mud and rocks and twigs below it.

He reached up with the hand closest to his head, the one that didn't feel like it had its own pulse, and felt his head.

A helmet.

That's when it came rushing back to him.

Emergency.

All hands on deck.

Transport aircraft to nearby facility.

Bees?

Bees.

He'd been flying a helicopter to a nearby rendezvous point. Every fire department in the district would be there.

All to fight the bees.

Sounded downright insane to him at the time. I mean, they were bees. Weren't we supposed to be saving those?

It wasn't until his bird made direct contact with the swarm that he realized the severity of the problem.

Tommy carefully unbuckled his helmet, letting it drop off his head.

He tried to focus on all the things that hurt, although it probably would have been easier to take count of the places on his body that didn't hurt.

There was a cold, sticky substance on the back of his neck. Blood, he was sure. His right arm had to be broken. He couldn't seem to move it, but the thump thump thump feeling that came from it was impossible not to notice.

His back was jammed, but nothing felt broken there. He could wiggle his toes a little, but his left ankle was definitely sprained.

Something... something was poking his side.

It was hard to get in a good breath, hard to keep his eyes open, but he forced himself to roll over so he could check his side.

“God!” He exclaimed through panted breaths as he turned, eyes squeezed shut against the pain. He looked down at his side to see a branch, about as round as a nickel, maybe five or six inches long, sticking out. “Damn it,” he gasped out. His good hand shakily reached out to touch around the wound, where blood was seeping out in a slow but steady stream.

He didn't try to pull it out. He knew better than that. He had no idea how deep the branch was pierced inside him, and no clue what it might have punctured.

All he knew was that it hurt like hell.

And the whole situation was almost too much for his brain to take.

He had so many questions.

Most importantly, where the hell was the helicopter?

He must've fallen out of it before it crashed to the ground, wherever it crashed.

His energy was draining quickly. He wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and wait for sleep to take over. Wait for rescue, whenever it may come.

So, he let his eyes close. Let the pain begin to wash away. Let himself float until-

“I said open your damn eyes, Tommy!”

There was Evan's voice again, shouting at him so loudly.

Tommy's eyes jerked back open and the pain returned full force.

He couldn't stay here.

Couldn't let those damn, stupid ass bees win.

Couldn't imagine the embarrassment of people asking, “What happened? How'd he die?” and someone having to explain that it was bees! Sure, he survived war, but it was the bees that got him.

Hell no.

Plus, dying in general might not have meant much a few months ago.

But it meant a lot now.

Because now he had a boyfriend with abandonment issues, and he needed to get back to him.

So he pushed himself up to his knees, let a groan escape between his gritted teeth, and stood on his feet.

If he let out a yell or two, who needed to know?

And maybe this would be the point in therapy where his therapist would tell him you're worth surviving because you're a human being who deserves to live, not just because you're with someone. But screw that, because if Evan was the only thing that made him get out of this with his life, than that would have to be enough.

He was dizzy, it hurt to put pressure on his leg, there was more blood on his clothes than he cared to see, and he was pretty sure he'd also lost some hearing in his right ear.

He pressed his hand against the wound on his side the best he could without disturbing the branch. A whine escaped him and tears welled in his eyes. He'd been hurt before, been in pain before, but never like this. This was another level.

“Move,” he told himself, voice barely above a whisper. “Just move.”

So that's what he did. He began to walk, or limp, through the trees of wherever the hell he was in the hopes he was going in the right direction.

His body was cold, shivering even as sweat dripped down his face.

His teeth chattered and it felt like his insides were vibrating.

At one point he practically fell against a tree, barely kept upright by his legs that were getting weaker by the second.

He took a minute to breathe, nearly closed his eyes. But Evan's voice stopped him again.

So, he walked. He walked and he walked and then... and then he could smell something.

Not just something.

Fire.

And the world around him was fuzzier.

But it wasn't his eyes playing tricks. It was smoke.

The helicopter.

It had to be.

He picked up the pace. They might not have been able to find him, but maybe they had found-

“He's not here, Buckley.” God, Tommy hated that voice. “We'll put out a search for him but it's unlikely he survived this. Gotta face the facts, we lose people sometimes.”

“Whoa!” Another voice cut in. Sounded like Chimney. He liked that voice. “He's not worth it, Buck. We'll keep looking, okay? We'll keep looking.”

A few more steps and he could see them. Blurry, but there. He cleared his throat. “Look f- for who?”

At least thirty heads whipped in his direction.

“Oh my God, Tommy!” Now, that was a voice he loved.

He was surrounded in seconds, but Evan was first one there. The one to bring a hand to his back and cradle him as his body gave out. He was the one to help him to the ground while Chimney and Hen worked on his body, shouting things back and forth at one another.

A part of him wanted to close his eyes then, let them do their thing, but he didn't. He kept them open, and right on Evan, because that's what he'd want him to do.

*****

When Tommy woke up hours, or maybe days, later, it was in a hospital room. He wasn't exactly sure when he'd fallen asleep, or passed out, but it was clear that surgery had happened at some point. He'd blame the anesthesia, not all the trauma, for his loss of time.

Evan was in a chair beside him, holding onto his good hand, head resting by Tommy's thigh on the bed. Even in his sleep, he must've noticed something change with Tommy because he popped up quickly.

“Tommy,” he breathed out, and it looked like a year's worth of anxiety released in that breath. “H- Hi.”

Tommy managed a smile. “Hi.” His throat felt like sandpaper.

“Let me get you some ice.”

Tommy nearly pouted at the loss of Evan's touch, but he was back by Tommy's side in an instant, slipping a couple of ice chips into his mouth.

And oh my God did that ever feel good.

Evan's hand returned to Tommy's, and all felt right in the world again. He'd hear what all happened to him later. Didn't seem to care right now. He was alive, and he was with Evan, and he needed to tell him some things before he forgot them.

“You saved my life.”

Evan's eyebrows furrowed. “No, that was all you. We wouldn't have found you if you didn't find us first.”

Tommy pursed his lips together, shaking his head. “No,” he replied simply. “You.”

Evan smiled, held onto his hand a little tighter. Tommy knew what Evan was thinking. You're high as a kite right now and don't really know what you're talking about.

But that was the thing. His voice might be a little gravely, and his speech a bit slower than normal, but he never felt more clear-headed.

He needed Evan to know.

“Have I ever told you all the reasons I love you?”

Evan tilted his head, his smile growing even more. “No, I- I... I don't think you have.” There was that blush Tommy loved so much.

He took a deep breath. “Number one...”

[randomthefox]

Lanolin was literally a random citizen who started volunteering to help with charity. Why she's suddenly being portrayed as an authority figure who owns everything makes no sense.

Based on what the authors have said, what I assume happened is they had an idea for a New Character but didn't want to go through the process of designing a new character and having it be approved by SEGA and revised and work shopped and possibly vetoed by editorial, so rather than just.... Rewriting their stupid fucking story, they decided to simply use a character design for a background NPC who had already featured in the comic previously to skip the process because "hey, she'd already been approved!"

So the Character of Lanolin as written and the character of Lanolin The Sheep who appeared as a background NPC in the comic are actually two different characters. They wrote a New Character and then just skinned this background NPC alive and dressed them up in that characters fleece. If my understanding is correct. The characterization they wrote for Lanolin is not a natural bespoke characterization that they crafted for this sheep NPC who had appeared in the comic before. They had an idea for a new Sally Acorn character, and the Lanolin design was just a shortcut for them to force the new character down mid.

So with that in mind, let's pretend that it's not Lanolin the Sheep stupid waifu bait background NPC girl in this storyline. Let's pretend it's a brand newly introduced character who had never appeared before. Abercrombie the Finch, perhaps.

Let's pretend that Sonic ran into the room at Jewels beckoning and was introduced to a brand new face, Abercrombie the Finch, hi Abercrombie how are you nice to meet you call me Abe for short okay cool

So if we pretend this is a brand new OC that we've never met or seen before, does that fix the character?

I would argue that no, no it does not. If you cut Lanolin out of the panels and replace her with Abercrombie the Finch, all the same problems would still exist with him as they do with her. He'd still be some Nobody New Guy showing up and bossing around characters who we've been following in the comic AND VIDEO GAMES for years. His position as the person who suggested the idea of a volunteer squad still would not imbue him with any real authority over any of the people he's ordering around and lecturing. He would still be a clinically insane fucking retard for saying that Sonic needs to be arrested for his hijinks as the phantom rider when there's bigger fish to fry.

Okay so let's change up his backstory then. If he's Abercrombie the Finch and not Lanolin the Sheep then he can have any backstory we want. So let's say Abercrombie was a veteran of the Forces war, fought on the front lines of Operation Big Wave, he risked life and limb to keep the men he was fighting alongside safe. He's a decorated vet with a gruff exterior and a heart of gold who is a bit of a by the book drill Sargent type that doesn't suffer fools or tolerate shenanigans. Does that make a difference?

No, because it would still be SONIC THE FUCKING HEDGEHOG SEVERAL DOZEN TIMES SAVIOR OF THE PLANET WHO HAS FOUGHT AND DEFEATED GODS AND MEN, TANGLE THE LEMUR WHO SACRIFICED HERSELF TO SAVE OTHERS DURING THE ZOMBOT APOCALYPSE AND ASSISTED IN SAVING DOZENS FROM A FOREST FIRE, AND WHISPER THE GOD DAMN WOLF THE ANGEL OF THE RESISTANCE WHO HAD BEEN FIGHTING FOR MONTHS AS PART OF A MERCENARY UNIT AND ALSO DIRECTLY PARTICIPATED IN THE ZOMBOT APOCALYPSE!

The presumptive authoritarian entitlement would STILL be completely unacceptable. My reaction would STILL be "who the fuck is THIS dickhead?" And he would still be an absolutely atrociously written god awful character. The fact that they're ruining Adam Bryce Thomas's waifu and dressing up this awful new character with her skin doesn't make it any better.

Also just gonna say it: the optics of this scene would be vastly different if Lanolin was a man instead of a woman. Nobody would be defending this shit if it was Abercrombie the Finch doing it instead.

If it would be Not Okay if a man did it, then it's Not Okay that Lanolin did it. Acknowledge your biases.

[historiavn]

COMFORT LIST

COMFORT CHARACTER(S): Mace Windu (Star Wars), Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars), Yoda (Star Wars), Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson), Milo Thatch (Atlantis: the Lost Empire), Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice), Atticus Finch (To Kill a Mockingbird), Elphaba (Wicked), Penelope Featherington (Bridgerton), Christine Daaè (The Phantom of the Opera), Elsa (Frozen), Rose Dewitt Bukater (Titanic), Violet Sorrengail (Empyrean Series).

COMFORT MOVIE(S): Titanic (1997), Night at the Museum (2006), Lincoln (2012), Barbie (2023), Pride and Prejudice (2005), Star Wars: A New Hope (1997), Atlantis: the Lost Empire (2001), Coco (2017), Home Alone (1989), Rise of the Guardians (2012), The Princess Bride (1987), Mean Girls (2006), Anastasia (1997), Maleficent (2013), Little Women (2019), The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (2005), The Prince of Egypt (1998).

COMFORT BOOK(S): The Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series (Rick Riordan), The Empyrean Series (Rebecca Yarros), The Unwanteds (Lisa McMann), To Kill A Mockingbird (Harper Lee), Divergent (Veronica Roth), Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen), Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen), Northanger Abbey (Jane Austen).

COMFORT SHOW(S): Bridgerton, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Star Wars: the Clone Wars, Titanic: Blood and Steel, PBS’s Liberty’s Kids, Anne With an E, Turn: Washington’s Spies.

COMFORT SONG(S): The Man (Taylor Swift), Shake It Off (Taylor Swift), Irrelevant (P!nk), Dancing Queen (ABBA), I Hear a Symphony (Cody Fry), Born This Way (Lady Gaga), Ya-Ya (Beyoncé), no tears left to cry (Ariana Grande), Sign of the Times (Harry Styles), Here Comes The Sun (The Beatles).

COMFORT GAME(S): Mario Kart, Minecraft, Club Penguin Journey, The Sims.

STOLEN FROM @bijoupreciieux.

TAGGING @girlsurvive, @vyrulent, @mvndrvke, @deficd, @monmuses, @reverdies, @rh4egar, @strcngered, @misfittcd, @wolfvirago, @villainmade, AND YOU. All tags on dash games are no pressure, so feel free to ignore this if you prefer! Let me know if you don’t want to be tagged on these.

[everchased]

i’ve been going thru your oc tag for Finch and i love the postgame immortality convo they have. i also was, for some reason, picturing his voice to sound like arcade ganon from fallout new vegas

thank u! that was a tricky convo for him and astarion to have but def important.

and that's not... too far off? the range is right but there's this vocal fry zachary levi uses all the time so you know he's a Cool Dude that finch doesn't have.

honestly, i picked voice 1 for him in game which is pretty spot on for what i was using/imagined for him in d&d. here's this battle-worn paladin with greying hair and he opens his mouth and it's the voice of a young man lmao.

the one major difference is canonically finch's accent is more northern, like almost mancunian.

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

In ur opinion,who do u think draw moon knight best?

Mine is Declan Shalvey

BOY DID YOU ASK A QUESTION!!!!!!!

I’ve waxed on and on about the writers of Moon Knight. The best ones, the worst ones, a few mediocre ones that got the job done…. 

But what about the art? 

Each artist has their own style, their own ideas, and their own grasp of Moon Knight. 

When you get very lucky, you get a writer and artist dream team that create something beautiful. 

Let’s start with Bill Sienkiewicz. 

(THIS WASN'T EVEN FOR A COMIC. HE JUST FUCKING DREW THIS FOR FUNZIES)

He was not the first to draw Moon Knight. THAT was Don Perlin!  Look at this cape design! 

He was relatively new to the comic scene, but quickly a very sought after man. New Mutants, Electra, and many others for many different publishers. 

And even after he left us he still pops in now and then to remind us that no one…NO ONE can draw Moon Knight like he can.  Look at Sienkiewicz JUST FLEXING. 

(2014 people!!) Someone came to him and went, "Hey we could use a Moon Knight Variant. Do you wanna dip back in and hand us a little ol' Moony?"

And he gave them this and I'm sure they went "...WTF we didn't even ask for this. We thought he'd just do him perched on a building or something in the distance. What do we do with this? It's too good holy crap."

(2022 because he felt like schooling us again with another cover)

But he gave us more than the cowl. He gave us the men who wear it. 

And as amazing as his art was: 

He also gave us the most important pieces: 

I could wax on and on about Bill all day… But let’s take a look at some other artists. 

Kevin Nowlan Kept the dark parts of the suit and the billowing cape. 

Bo Hampton is the one that teamed up with Zelenetz to give us a fantastic sleek and angry design. Here's MK punching some Neo-Nazi in the face! 

Chris Warner came later in "First of Khonshu" run and started with a very classic 1990s muscle bound and glitzy design. A design that might start to look familiar to those of you with a sharp eye (look at that belt. We're approaching the BLING age of Moon Knight.) 

This was a weird time in comics for Moon Knight. We were switching out writers a lot and he suddenly had a much more Egyptian style theme. 

Moon Knight art goes on a WILD ride after this. We get the "Marc Spector" run that spans late 80s and early 80s and the art gets very 90s. Solid, Dark, and BUSY.

Sal Velluto (With the Punisher! This was a fantastic pair up!) 

Ron Garney Plays with the sharp edges of the cloak and that’s nice. Also gives his mask a bit more of a definition. 

Gary Kwapisz comes in with a BOLD metallic Moon Knight. Just look at those fists! Time time in MK was just wild you guys. 

James Fry flies in and tries to make sense of those MUSCLES. 

1993 arrived and the 90s hit HARD. 

Stephen Platt deep in that 90s style. 

What’s happening here? I don’t know. You don’t know. No one knows. But man does it look ACTION COOL. 

Muscles got BIG in this period in the 90s. Anatomy got weird and chest size had no limits. 

Tommy Lee Edwards steps in and slims our pal Moon Knight back down.

Now THAT is a breath of fresh air. I love this. 

Look at the use of that cape! And the hood? The subtle mask outline… Yes please. 

Mark Texeira steps in after this. Let me tell you guys about this art. This is the start of the modern age. 2008! 

(Look at the little Moon Knight design in the upper right near the signature! OMG little cutie!) Also the details in that rugged face and wet hair. 

But how does the suit look?

Nice.

We leave behind the glorious Tex and head to David Finch! You might recognize some of these motiffs as we get to some more popular runs. 

Hello there fist spikes! This is when Moon Knight starts to get his reputation as being a bit…punchy… 

The point in his cowl gets defined in this style too. 

Mico Suayan takes on this hard hitting run too. 

Clean lines, dark darks and white whites and that cape! The spikes are gone but the muscles are coming back.

This was a big action packed run and numerous artists got a chance. 

Now… This is about where I stop listing every single artist because it gets too fast pace with single issues, annuals, events, and all that fun business. SO here are some highlights. Also I have an upload limit so I'm sorry I can't show you all the beautiful art styles that branched off at this time.

Bong Dazo  gave us that little sad startled cat. 

Jerome Opeña Had such AMAZING action picks. I’ve never seen action done so well. And that outfit! 

I…I could go on forever about this artist and the run he did. But that’s for another day… Just know that I think about it all the time and it lives in my head rent free. 

I’m going to skip a lot here and jump to the BIG GUNS. 

Hate the run, LOVE the art. 

My dear Alex Maleev makes it worth it. 

The absolute SLAYING of the white in every image kills me. LOOK. LOOOK AT THE USE OF NEGATIVE SPACE.

It honestly brings me back to Sienkiewicz. 

I’m screaming inside holding this up to the moon. 

From there we slide SO easily into Declan Shalvey my precious. 

You know what I’m talking about. 

Ron Ackins Took over from there and it was stellar.

I am going to skip over THREE artists on purpose because not only was the RUN bad (the worst) but also the ART was just the worst. (See BEMIS run. Ugh. Nothing was good in that run.) 

Do I need to talk about Greg Smallwood? 

Do I really need to post anything about Greg? 

Or Cappuccio who works with MacKay's current run? 

Or Federico Sabbatini who also fills in with MacKay?

(I would but I'm out of picture space. Thanks Tumblr).

So who is my favorite? 

Hard to say… I’m caught up in the colors and designs of some, the action styles of others. Sometimes the raw power of MK’s fighting or just in how clever his cape and cowl are done. 

And sometimes I crave that amazing 1980s Sienkiewicz designs of Moon Knight in the rain, Stained Glass Scarlet’s everything, and the shape of Moon Knight (or shapelessness of him). 

I could argue that ANY artist that draws Moon Knight during a good run is my favorite. I could forgive most any style if the story is right and the style will weave into the words and the flow of his cape will settle into my heart once again. 

And sometimes…. 

Well…

[ahordeofwasps]

OC Recipe Tag

I've been tagged by the wonderful @sarandipitywrites and @drabbleitout! Thanks for the tags!

Rules: share a recipe your OC would make, either one passed down to them or one they found all by themselves. Bonus if you have an actual recipe to link! Some OCs can't cook to save their lives, but let's talk about the ones who can! :D

I'll be sharing a scene from To Not Falling Off Cliffs where Erika makes Mrs. Smith Ketchup Chip Salad as well as a rough recipe for it.

But first, the no pressure tags! I'll be tagging @the-down-upside-finch, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @loopyhoopywrites, @emelkae, and open tag!

Now, onto the Ketchup Chip Salad recipe!

Once her tea and the tape’s A-side were both finished, Erika got up and flipped the tape. She listened to its B-side while she prepared Mrs. Smith’s ketchup chip salad. She washed the broccoli and chopped it alongside the onions. She minced half a head of garlic and fried it with the onions and broccoli. Then, Erika added the ground beef and chopped liver before taking the time to wash her hands, scrubbing them thoroughly to erase any pathogen the raw meat may have left on her skin. After her hands were cleaned, she sprinkled the vegetable and meat mixture with her own preprepared seasoning mix. She fried everything until the meat had not a trace of pink and the broccoli had started to become mushy, then added the pasta sauce. Erika wrinkled her nose. It was just the way Mrs. Smith liked it. Erika filled a casserole dish with freshly washed spinach and scooped the meat and vegetable mixture on top of the spinach. For the final step, Erika opened a bag of ketchup chips and covered the food with crushed chips. Erika covered the casserole dish with tin foil. It was ready for Mrs. Smith.

Ingredients:

1 head of broccoli

1 onion of choice

1/2 a head of garlic

??? Tbsp of vegetable oil

1 lb ground beef (any% fat)

1 lb chopped liver

♥ Tbsp of Erika's seasoning mix (1 part salt, 1 part pepper, 1 part dried chili flakes, 1 part thyme, 2 parts garlic powder, 2 parts onion powder, 2 parts oregano, 2 parts sage)

1 family sized jar of pasta sauce

1 large bag of prewashed spinach

1 regular bag of ketchup chips, crushed

Steps:

Chop broccoli and onion into bite sized pieces. Mince garlic.

In a large, deepset frying pan or wok, fry broccoli, onion, and garlic over medium heat in ??? Tbsp of vegetable oil until onion starts to become sem-translucent.

Add ground beef and chopped liver. Season everything with ♥ Tbsp of the seasoning mix. Fry, stirring occasionallly, until meat is cooked through.

Add pasta sauce. Stir until everything is evenly mixed. Cook until heated through. Take everything off the heat.

Dump the spinach into a casserole dish. Add fried meat-vegetable-pasta sauce mixture on top. Cover everything in crushed ketchup chips. Serve warm.

[malwaresilly]

It was a finch actually and it kept chirping at me so I gave it a fry! It seemed to be happy with that and stuck around long enough for me to take a pic!

I mean I’m pretty sure it was a Finch… I’d have to look through my bird book to be sure :D

"finches are interesting birds, fun to watch them hop around from branch to branch"

[joqatana]

Today I

Got woken up at 6:15 despite THREEE fans running AND earplugs in.

Did a slightly more strenuous quick ballet barre

Did 2 yoga classes

Did 10 minutes light

Made soup

Worked on the oil slick embroidery

Oh boy is that out of focus. Or I’m out of focus.

Got actually invited to go out & play in SF. Didn’t go but was very touched.

Betsy came over for a quick visit. I get to watch her cat in Pacifica over Halloween.

Getting really tired of being stuck in here while everybody else is outside frying their lungs.

The wind is spose to be back on Monday.

Did I mention somebody somewhere thinks this is a house finch?

9/23/23

[shadow-dracat]

well, I see people in the notes saying stuff like "would love to hear what a Russian or Chinese person loves about their home/culture", so, as a Russian, let's go!

(Disclaimer: I do believe that a lot of land that currently is a part of "Russia" should instead be under control of the native nations living there. Russia falling apart or at least becoming way more decentralised will benefit a lot of people imo. + I myself am from the European part of Russia. So I won't be talking about Siberian tigers or Kamchatka's geysers. Obv people who live there and consider themselves Russian are free to feel proud of their land's wonders, but it feels wrong to me to assign that to Russians as a nation, because a lot of it is basically colonised land. Although can't ignore the fact many people living there do, in fact, identify as Russians. Overall a topic I am in no position to preach about. And yeah, Russian imperialism can go fuck itself. Also some of the things I'll mention can be common to other slavic (and not) nations, idk. Anyway, let me actually start xD)

I love the vastness that spreads between cities and towns. Forests, swamps and fields that pass by while you have breakfast on a train, maybe even chatting with some strangers, with a glass in a metal holder in your hand. Little villages with wooden homes, a lot old or in bad condition, but others still standing and providing their owners with coziness, their windows covered with traditional blinds. Backyard flowers, and apple trees, and berry bushes, and greens, and cabbages, and greenhouses with fresh tomatoes and cucumbers. And big, big potato fields.

I love babushkas, that help the family as much as they can and cook all kinds of delicious meals. And knit, and solve their weekly crosswords. And make jam for you.

I love all kinds of potato dishes. Mashed potatoes, fried potatoes, baked potatoes. Different kinds of soups and porriges. Oatmeal porrige, semolina porrige, millet porrige, herculean porrige. You hate it when you're five and having the breakfast at the daycare, but you know... it's actually tasty. The culture of frying kebabs and sausages over the fire. The flames give them black spots and a bit of a bitter taste, but it's so delicious after a long day spent around nature. The culture of making dumplings. The culture of going to pick some mushrooms from the forest with your grandpa.

I love the birch trees, and the pine trees, and the oak, maple, ash, willow trees. Blackberries, and blueberries, and wild strawberries you just pick and eat. The coolness and freshness of the forest early in the morning. And oh, do I love birds. I'm a bit of an amateur bird watcher, and the flying creatures surely sing for more nations than one, but this land is home to some of them too. House and field sparrows, pigeons and crows that dwell the cities. Rooks, jackdaws, magpies, starlings and tailwags you sometimes come by. In any park in my city you're sure to witness finches and thrushes. You may not see them, but a finch's song is a memorable one. I know it, and I always get excited to pick it up in the air around trees.

I love suddenly spotting a frog that hops away swiftly. Snails sitting on grass and tree trunks. Ants scurrying around, searching for treats. I know wolves and bears live here somewhere, but I've never seen them myself. A hedgehog visited my uncle's dacha (countryhouse) once. I think he gave the creature some meat and milk, but my memories aren't sharp on that one. My mom saw a fox once when taking out the trash at a summer camp she worked at. She also heard a nightingale sing at dawn. I wasn't there, but I love all the beings that make their homes here.

I love cities that spread so north they call their nights "white nights" in summer. I think you can even see northern lights in Murmansk. I love the cities and towns that spread south and grow delicious fruits and vedgetables. Average winter temperatures in Sochi are in positive degrees Celsius, and I love that too. I love when the snow coats the streets of my city. When parents pull the sleigh their children sit in. When it's spring or autumn, and the icy puddles are brittle and crack with such satisfying noise. You would often think of the weather here as depressing, but... it's home. You get used to coating yourself from the cold, and summer hoodies (and even coats) are usual. But you know, the temperatures of 18-24 °C in summers are actually perfect, if you think about it.

I love all the many lakes and rivers. Where I live, summers are often chill, so I grew to cherish the moments I could actually go swimming. I would get so excited every time it got warm enough.

I love the culture of sitting in a heated banya (sauna) as long as you can only to jump into the cold of night's water pool, or river, or lake. Some brave hearted even jump into snow in winters.

I love celebrating New Year on the night from 31st to 1st. Oliv'ye (a kind of salad) and tangerines. Grandpa Frost with his granddaughter. He's kinda like Santa, but wears blue sometimes. I love Maslenitsa's bliny (pancakes). I don't follow its traditions much, but isn't it nice to burn an effigy to signify the arrival of spring and the end of winter. The great lent that means there's a lot more vegan products for me to grab. The colorful and sweet easter cakes. Love the culture of preparing a big table full of dishes whenever it's a celebration or anyone comes to visit. And you know, they say them British are big on tea, but I'm actually used to drinking some after almost every meal.

I love cities that bear history. Novgorod, that served as one of the earliest trading points. Old orthodox churches and cathedrals. Moscow, that started out as a village, but grew into a megapolis. Saint Petersburg, founded just a bit more than 300 years ago, starting out with straight planned streets, being Russia's main city, now called the "cultural" or "northern" capital. Pskov, Tver', Kaluga, Oryol, Kursk, Bryansk, Belgorod, Yaroslavl', Vladimir, Voronezh, Krasnodar. I am not big on history and know criminally little about them, but would be happy to visit. Tula with its gingerbread and samovars (big traditional teapots). My mom's roots are from around there.

The big cities have grown some greyish blocks of flats during soviet times. The walls don't always isolate the sound well, and homes often feel crammed. Wooden floors creak with age. My grandma lives in one of those, and I have lived there too. I've also lived in newer buildings. They're neater, but bigger too, surrounding wide prospects full of fast cars, like a giant maze. They make me feel small and lazy to walk around, but... as much as I feel joy traversing orderly, narrower streets with 4-5 storey houses... I would always miss my bricky giant mazes. And messy courtyards, full of overly colorful chuldren's playgrounds and shaggy trees and bushes. It's where I grew up at. It's kinda depressing, but it's home.

I love the traditional stories and fairytales. About hares, foxes, wolfs, bears, farm animals. About old men and old women and their bread ball son.

I love the artists and scientists that called this land their home. Lots of them became famous. Lots not thanks to it, but in spite of it. But lots also carried it close to their hearts.

Love the workers and farmers that kept the cities and towns alive. Built the houses. Decorated them. All the people calling it home. And making it home. Activists, that fight for justice. Revolutionists, feminists, workers' rights defenders. Queer people, quiet and not.

I love the depressed hearts Russians often have. Melancholy is dangerous, but... isn't it badass to be considered a nation that wrote about meaningless deaths and hardships?.. maybe not, and I love it when happiness and love triumph, but there's something romantic about sharing your sadness with others. Looking cold from the outside, but being tender and welcoming on the inside. They say Americans are like peaches, whereas Russians are like coconuts.

I love the Russian language. How it omits the "to be". How we don't use the word "have" most of the time. How there isn't a single word for "go". Love the well articulated consonants and rolled R's. Love cyrilic letters. Love the "ё", and "ы", and "ш", and "ж" and "ъ". And others. And so many swear words. Love making it mine by inventing ways to be gender neutral.

I love the relatively cheap Wi-Fi and easy piracy. Love all the obscure and weird memes. Broken translations, tales of which linger even now in the form of screenshots. Absurd anecdotes about the bear and the car, and the man and the hat. Unusual and beautiful names like mine. Soviet comedies my stepfather often played on TV. Relatively cheap Chinese smartphones.

I know my experiences are not unique. And not universal either. I am quite priviledged to have been born in a big city in north-west part of Russia, and this writing has been rather subjective.

I might flee this country in the future. I'm not sure if or when this land becomes just to others. It would be cowardly or hypocritical, considering I don't find the strength in myself to fight this system that hurts many.

But I guess I will always love the bits and pieces of this land and culture.

anyways (I say this as someone who is deeply critical of the united states government, military, unchecked capitalism, police, etc) I am SICK of people treating america as if it has no cultural value or positives so….. I love u 85 million acres (bigger than italy) of national parks. I love u harlem renaissance. I love u groundhogs day. I love u sweet tea and fried chicken and jambalaya. I love u apple cider donuts and maizes on crisp autumn days. I love u 95k miles of coastlines and new england fisherman and hand knitted sweaters. I love u halloween where millions of people dress up and give candy to strangers and carve jack o’lanterns. I love u small talk and small towns and potlucks and bringing over casseroles to your struggling neighbors. I love u cowboys and ranch hands and arizonian cactus. I love u appalachian trail and dirtbikes and divebars. I love u sparklers and fireflies. I love u mark twain and toni morrison and emily dickinson and henry david thoreau. I love u rock n roll i love u bluegrass and hippies i love u jimi hendrix and nirvana and CCR and janis joplin. I love u victorian houses and jonny appleseed and john henry and mothman and bigfoot. I love u foggy days in the pacific northwest and neon signs and roadside attractions. I love u baseball and 1950s diners and soft serve. I love u native american art and pop art and poptarts. I love u blue jeans and barbecues and jazz musicians 

[formidableluzmaria]

2024-07-15lunes Michael Garron Hospital chess scan 8:30 am

El 5-6 la boda de Evy y Alex.Carlos se vino de la townhouse de Leah el miercoles 3. Decore la mesa con flores, figurines de nivios de boda y varios ramis de flores de tela, Rosa's rojas y rosas y petals bkancos y.

rosa's de tela. Y serpentine y lazos de tela de color teal/verdeazulado. Para bebida teniamos 4 botellas de jugo, stir-fry, nuts, vegan cream cheese . Nos vestimos elegance y la ceremonial fue preciosa von solo unos 28 invitados, Evy ya muy avanzada con Luciita .

Al no viajar nos ahorramis mucho

(Habria sido mas de $5,000 el viaje de Greg y yo). En joyeria y regalis que llevo Laura Anthoy $1,600 comida $200, ropa (vestido y joyeria Topbinz ) $200 decorations $200

Carlos volvio el sabado a Ottawa para cuidar de Sancho, el gatito.

Recibimos E2,000 = $2,900 del piso, y el viernes 12 de Julio $8,600 de paga retroactiva desde 2019 del TCDSB

Esm se enfado mucho con Greg por no haberle avisado de la boda de Evy. Dejo de comunicarse con.Greg casi toda la semana y tan soli lo disculpo ayer domingo.

Mayra tiene un trabajo a $19 la hora, en Sheppard & Finch.. empieza mañana. Tenemos mucho miedo edta endeudada, canjeo sus $18,000 de RRSP y $11,000 de su pension y debentures.mas de $25 000 en linea de credito

Gano Espania la Eurocopa con 23 selections European cebqb0ara Jeye t Paulina, consolation para lis ingles3s(Pauline es inglesa)

Carlos con COVIC.. enfermo desde que volvio a Ottawa el sabado 6. Siguio trabajando intensamente y se puso per si poder apenas respirar.

Mejoro ayer domingo.

Vendieron el cortijo de la tita Antonia por E239,000. Yo en.proceso de hacer los vales judicial. En el Consulado, questioning si perdi mi nationalized al recibir la nationalists canadiense..

El litigious de Goretti lo inicio la subdirectora, Dublin .... malate...

[general-jing-yuan]

So I could hunt them and fry them by law, right?

Please do not hurt the finches, they are innocent creatures.

[colliholly]

Happy holiday eve from my OCs to yours :^) 👌

[darkfinch]

made the horrible mistake of having quinn describe a Deep Yearning 4 potato varenyky in the quinnfic, was immediately similarly overcome with a deep yearning for potato varenyky in the real life, and (thru some unknown power) managed 2 push thru my Inability 2 Stand The Raw & Sometimes Cooked Potato Smell to make some. they. were SO good, very healing i send u all these powerful vibes