#food mention (kinda)

[blapis-blazuli]

I opened up the box for a food processor that's older than me, started reading the instructions, and

do not attempt to what

[bluerosefox]

Always Favors You

Another Sibling Danny and Jason idea!!

"Are you Jason Peter Todd?!" demanded a deep and commanding tone from the strange glowing being in front of them.

All the Bats stiffened and tensed, no doubt gearing up for a fight against the being that somehow knew Red Hood's full name.

Jason, Red Hood, decided to put on a brave front despite no doubt cursing in his head and wondering how the heck did this thing know his full freaking name.

"Whose asking." he snarled out, his hands twitching for his gun when the huge glowing knight with purple flames coming out of his helmet and cape, who was riding on a nightmare looking horse while they all had been in the cave going over tonight's patrol.

The Knight didn't seemed bothered by his response nor did he even seem to care or flinch when Batman made his own demand on 'Why was he there and who was he' or when Damian unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards him. Instead the strange glowing Knight reached to it side and pulled out... A glowing scroll? Huh. (Also he completely unnerved everyone in the room when the Knight didn't even react when Batman had tossed a Baterang when he reached for his side)

The Knight opened the scroll and spoke clearly with purpose.

"Jason Peter Todd,

You are hereby invited as a special guest of honor to the crowning of our future King of the Infinite Realms.

Daniel Phantom, once Daniel Jackson Fenton, and once Daniel Austen Todd.

Prince of the Infinite Realms, the Keeper of Balance, The Peacekeeping Halfa, the Defeater of the Tyrant King Pariah Dark, The Great One, Youngest of the Ancients, Ancient of Space, The Bridge between Life and Death.

You, the half-brother of our King, have been given the highest of honors for your past actions and will be given housing and food in the Realms and Phantom's Keep, for the week long event. Personal servants and attendants will be at your disposable and a seamstress will be on hand to tailor make your attire for the Coronation.

Signed: Clockwork. Ancient of Time. Watcher of the Infinite Timeline. Kronos. Mentor and Adviser.

PS: I shall have Fright Knight ("Me" the Knight bluntly said for a second) leave this scroll along with a personal one for you from Daniel to read over and once you make up your mind sign the bottom of the scroll.

I do hope in time you will pick the right choice Jason Todd, we of the Infinite Realms would like to reward you for your actions. After all, if you hadn't gotten young Daniel away from your father that night all those years ago, we would never had gained our Prince nor be free from our once Tyrant King.

Ah, one more thing.

The Infinite Realms will always favor you Jason."

Jason felt like he couldn't breath as Fright Knight? Rolled up the scroll, pulled a letter from his side, and held out the two items for him to take.

[leverage-ot3]

I’ve talked about this before but imagine what it’s like for someone in a country/place where eliot is Top Most Wanted and then your tech guy finds a breakout star baseball player on their visual scanner that looks EXACTLY like spencer. but…there’s no way that’s him, right???

and then the next year it happens again but this time it’s some one hit wonder country singer kenneth crane that has like 78 tween-run fangirl blogs dedicated to him. you see a grainy video of him being chased by a horde of screaming teenage girls and ??? no way Eliot Last Thing You’ll Ever See Spencer is a country singer star just. signing pictures of his face right…?

a few months later your intern shows you footage of an eliot lookalike who is in san lorenzo talking about how there is dog fighting in the presidential palace and you just. sigh. because of course. a scant few days later the political geography of the country changes drastically and damien moreau is imprisoned. …interesting

and then a year of silence goes by. he still shows up as blips on the radar but he must have a good hacker working for him because his tracks on the internet are expertly erased.

every time you ask through interagency channels some random interpol guy talks in (condescending?) riddles at you and it also somehow feels like he’s threatening you

and then your friend who recently got into foreign hockey teams sends you a dropyourgloves video of someone called jacques the bear. you immediately get a headache (and watch some more videos because even you can admit this guy is a good hockey player)

and you know he’s a Bad Guy but it’s been admittedly a bit entertaining seeing what claim to fame he will come upon next. and his most recent actions over the few years make you wonder.

a few months later your phone pings because multiple heads of state evacuated from DC. the reason? eliot spencer was in town. you hear two days later a bioterrorist was taken down by… the report was redacted. your hacker tells you spencer and two teammates were behind the successful operation. which, huh.

not even a full year later it is released that spencer is dead and… you don’t know how to feel.

[yurki-posts]

Food bowling

original picture

[oramn]

this is a rant about mcyt tiktok (maaaybe twt but i don’t go there)

i hate seeing shit about shelby’s abuse and people calling it the “wilbur and shelby situation” and then other people saying “it’s not the wilbur and shelby situation it’s the shelby situation with wilbur allegations” like babes you are so fucking close. YOU SRE RIGHT THERE

It’s not the wilbur allegations, wilbur wasn’t mentioned or involved whatsoever! Let shelby heal and move on. it’s shubbles situation, nothing more, nothing less. sure there’s things that line up , but that doesn’t fucking matter unless wilbur comes out and admits it, or shelby actively says it was wilbur.

innocent until proven guilty and believe all victims are two things that can coexist and there is little to no nuance on tiktok where conversations like the ones described above are being had.

i also saw someone on here say something along the lines of “good people can do shitty things, good people can be bad in a relationship, good people can be the bad in a relationship ” and i agree, but that is not a conversation many are willing to have, they will jump straight to conclusions and make a woman’s story of abuse about a man.

edit (2/27/24) he posted an 'apology' on twitter, I don't know how I feel about it but he did it. Wilbur abused shelby while they were in a relationship together. He is guilty of what he was speculated of. official ruling imo: fuck that guy

[lovesickeros]

☆ words better left unsaid

{☆} characters zhongli {☆} notes cult au, yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere {☆} word count 0.4k

He sits as still as a marble statue, a moment in time – of power, of the singing of metal against metal that fills his ears, of the smell of blood so heavy he can still vividly remember it, even now – he had long since left behind, carved into stone.

You, on the contrary, are not so still. Your hands caress his body like you are a painter creating stroke after stroke with your brush – up the curve of his horns, mindful of the sharp point, down to the scales of his cheeks and the sharp, jagged edges of his teeth that barely fit in a jaw not made for them.

And he let's you – oh how he lets you. He does not think there is anything in the world he could deny you.

He dares not breathe, fearing it will shatter this moment in such a way that he will never get it back. He is not meant to be a living being, in this moment – he is no Archon, nor even the mortal Zhongli. He is the canvas of which you paint your masterpiece with wandering hands that leave goosebumps on his skin.

And what a feeling it is. Euphoria, he thinks, is an apt description – yet at the same time nothing can truly put a word to the feeling of the Creators gaze falling upon him and him alone, to know your touch and to hear your voice.

His body cramps and aches at holding the position for so long, but it is so easy to ignore, so easily drowned out by the waves of adoration that swells in his chest. It is so very easy to ignore the way his body protests when your hands cup his face, and he feels like he must be the luckiest man in the world.

It is so very easy to forget everything when you are so close he can feel your breath against his lips – so easy to forget that he should stay still when he coils his tail around your waist, his arms encircling your back – mindful of his claws.

There is no word to describe the feeling of your lips, the warmth and softness with which you look at him in the moments before your eyes close, the feeling of your body and his entwined like you were never meant to be apart. He does not even try to put it into words – his actions will do it instead.

And perhaps you will not recognize the possessiveness with which he holds you, but that's alright.

He has all the time in the world.

And so will you.

[mosscoveredpawss]

So....I had a very intense mental shift while eating cheese puffs today...idk what THAT was all about.

I had the plate up to my mouth and I was picking up the puffs with my tongue and I crunched on one and just....instantly became a bear. So that was fun.

[jkpng]

day 135/547 of missing jungkook

[the-meme-monarch]

drank the most delicious perfume today

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi! If you could do anything with Lee Genya, that would be fantastic. If not it’s ok, but like there are not a lot that I can find lol. Like 4 max maybe.

Oo, I'm loving me some Genya and Tanjiro! Especially after this most recent arc in Demon Slayer! I've gotcha covered, anons!

CW: Angst, hurt/comfort, some swearing. Food mention

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“I’m here to help.” Genya called out upon arriving, only to find Tanjiro in the room. “And I’m late.”

“Huh? Oh! Genya!” The brunette smiled at him over his shoulder, an empty pot and several dirty plates around him. “Sorry- the guys couldn’t wait to eat. I saved you some- we made rice porridge.”

“Huh- oh no, I’m not..” Genya paused, weakened by Tanjiro’s bright expression. Then his stomach growled, making him flush from root to collar. “Okay fine.”

“Yay! I think you’ll like it.” A bowl was passed to trembling hands, the brunette nodding before standing up and gathering the dishes. “You don’t eat much. At first I thought it was to do with the-” He trailed off, realizing how it sounded. “Sorry..”

“You’re fine.” Genya told him around a mouthful. He finished off his porridge as he seeked for the words. “I…guess I’m not much of an eater. Never have been.”

He couldn’t bring himself to say more, but Tanjiro seemed to understand.

“You remind me of Nezuko.” He laughed, voice soft. “Even before she became a demon; she ate fairly little. I was always telling her to have more, but she wouldn’t take anything until all our siblings had food.” His smile was sad with memory. Genya felt his heart pinch. “I hope- when she’s human again- she eats more. I want to have her try all kinds of food. Like Miss Kanroji’s pancakes, and Udon! I…Genya?”

He hadn’t realized he was crying until tears dripped onto his hands. “Oh-oh shit..” He tried to wipe them away, but they just kept falling- like raindrops against a rooftop. “S-Sorry, I don’t- I don’t know why I’m-”

Arms were around him, the smell of charcoal and sweat and…Tanjiro. His hair tickled Genya’s nose, shocking him briefly out of his tears.

“You smell so sad…” Tanjiro spoke into his shoulder, his grip tight and comforting and warm. It was enough to make him cry more. Before long, Genya was sobbing into his neck, clinging to him just as tight. Despite his own grief, he could feet Tanjiro shaking in his arms. He was crying too.

He didn’t know how much time passed, or if anyone passed by. All he knew was eventually his sobs lessened into exhausted sniffles, and his chest hurt from all the crying. He was sure his face was a mess, and he knew if he talked, he’d sound stuffy and gross.

“Sorry.” Was all he got out.

“Why are you apologizing?” Tanjiro wiped at his cheeks, sheepish at his own weeping. “I should be the one to do so- I didn’t mean to bring up something painful.”

“What- no, don’t apologize either.” Genya cringed, not at all liking where this was going. Why was talking so difficult? “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m..I’m sorry about your sister. And your family.”

Tanjiro nodded slowly, letting their shared grief settle. Then he smiled, reaching out and patting Genya’s shoulder.

“Come on- let’s finish cleaning up.” He stood, bringing Genya with him as they went to work.

~~~

“Hm hm hm hm hmmm~” Tanjiro hummed happily as he put away the last of the bowls, stretching his arms out overhead. “And done! Thanks for your help, Genya!”

“Hm.” The other boy was outside, sitting on the porch just a foot away from the open door. Tanjiro hesitated, but then decided to come out and sit with him.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked, watching his face carefully. Genya didn’t respond immediately, but then he nodded slowly.

“Yeah…god- is it weird I feel embarrassed?” He looked at his legs, cheeks suddenly hot. “I know I shouldn’t, but I feel so…”

“Vulnerable?” Tanjiro offered, wincing some when Genya glared. “Sorry.”

“No- no, don’t-ugh. I’m bad at this.” The taller boy stammered, bowing his head in defeat. “I don’t- I don’t know how to talk to people. Sorry if it doesn’t always come out right.”

Tanjiro nodded, leaning on his knees. Now that he knew his brother- this wasn’t news.

Something in his chest twinged though- seeing Genya so sad. He didn’t smell nearly as devastated as before, but it didn’t mean Tanjiro was satisfied.

He took a risk, reaching out and jabbing his side.

“Gah!” Genya yelped at the touch, leaning away with wide eyes. Tanjiro blinked.

Then he was smiling, poking him again.

“T-Tanjihihiro! Knoohohock it oohohohohff!” Genya giggled out, one arm swatting at him while the other one tried to block Tanjiro’s finger. “Dohoohhn’t dohoho thahahaht!”

“Why not? You’ve been frowning all evening. I want to see you smile!” The brunette laughed as he got on his knees, bringing both hands in as he carried on tickling. “Tickle tickle tickle, Genya!”

“Aheahahhhha! Gheahhhaa- dohohohohn’t yohhohohu sthahahahrt wihiihihth thahahahat! Ghehahahahah!” He tried his best, but Tanjiro was a force to be reckoned with. Genya soon found himself lying on his back, kicking his feet and squeaking as his ribs were thoroughly pinched and prodded. “Coohoohhome ohohoohh, hahahahve sohohoome mehhehhercy!”

“Hmm..I’ll think about it.” Tanjiro winked, moving his hands up to Genya’s armpits before drilling into them- making the taller boy screech. “Tell you what- I’ll show mercy when you’re no longer sad. Sounds fair?”

“Uhuhuhunfahhahahir! Uuhuhuhnfahhhahahahair! Aheahhahha stahhahahap!” Genya kicked and squealed beneath him, fighting for his life as his worst spots were attacked. Despite his pleas, Tanjiro didn’t get a whiff of discomfort. If anything, Genya smelled like he was having fun.

It brought him a deep sense of joy. He was glad to know his friend was feeling good.

“Ahehahahahahahha Taahhahanjihihihihrohohohohoo!” With a sudden burst of strength, Genya managed to flip them over, pinning Tanjiro to the ground as he gasped for air. “Thehehere…nhhoohohow stahhap it!” He nodded, looking down at Tanjiro with a glare.

The brunette smiled up at him happily, unfazed at his look. “Okay! Feeling better?”

“Feeling-” Genya blinked, unsure on how to respond. Then he sighed, falling into Tanjro with a low groan. “Yes…yes, I feel better.”

“Good!” Tanjiro believed him, reaching up to pat his head. “Anytime you need help, I’m here for you.”

“In that case, help me out with something…” Tanjiro blinked, interested. When Genya sat up, there was something rather dangerous in his gaze. He already knew what was coming.

“Hehe, I’m in danger, aren’t I?” He asked, already giggling.

“You’re about to be- COME HERE!” Genya was quick to attack, going for his ribs and sending Tanjiro into loud happy fits of mirth. Soon the night sky was filled with laughter once more, the two carrying on their tickle fight and chasing away the pain. Eventually, Gyomei would find them and remind them to get some rest- putting an end to their tickle fight before they could wake all the trainees.

The entire time, Tanjiro didn’t get a single whiff of sadness from his friend.

Mission accomplished.

Thanks for reading!

[sukugo]

i started watching jjk without knowing anything other than what i knew from your blog, and i never realized sukuna and gojo was a RAREPARE OF THE HIGHEST KIND. wym these dudes have only interacted like four time???

in conclusion: you conditioned me into shipping a rarepare i didn't know was rare.

GSJDGSJSGDJDHSJDHDJHD WE GOT ANOTHER ONE BOYS

and it's not even 4, they interact 1.5 times in literally the SECOND episode and then NEVER again. like literally never ever ever again GDJDHDKDHD im not even kidding

well. ok later they do have their promised Fight, but that's only happened in the manga, and for the anime.... it's a WHILE until we get there

(but also the fight and everything related to it was so fucking gay i don't even know what to tell u. just that it makes it all worth it)

but also, no worries my beloved claudia, u've come at a good time fandom wise hahah. u don't have to go through the drought i went through. sukugo has risen from the rarepair trenches and are doing pretty okay i feel (downside being obv with greater popularity comes more Shit) (and well, hella spoilers if u're watching the anime the fight is pretty much the only proper interaction they have fgsjdhfkf)

BUTTT GGSHRGRHE HELL YEAH LET'S GO SUKUGOOOOOOOOO THEY MAY NEVER INTERACT BUT THEY ARE VERY SEXY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

in conclusion: teehee :3 im sorry but also am i really? (no)

[gothsuguru]

figs and matcha as symbolism for suguru & reader……… by god there’s something there and i WILL find it

[composeregg]

It's not "I don't think I exist" but an existential pit of emptiness within me that holds such non-existence close

There is a Nothing within me and there is nothing that can fill it

There is a Nothing within me and there is no way to remove it

I want to carve it out of myself, out of my chest, let the blood run free

Crimson staining this weary world until vivid color returns

My limbs are heavy with this ache of missing some core part of me

I just want to be free of this weight which anchors me to not Being

[neurosky]

I had a small win over ARFID and OCD today!!

So, a little backstory for this to make sense, ARFID causes me to be extremely picky with foods out of fear of throwing up, to the point where I eat the same things every day, and have been my whole life. My OCD makes me worry about throwing up as well, but that makes me do or avoid certain things in order to not throw up.

I really wanted caesar salad earlier, and the only salad kit we had had a "guaranteed fresh" date for about a week ago. Usually, I just wouldn't eat it, but this time I decided that I really wanted this salad, and the lettuce still looked fine. So, I pushed past the thoughts of "What if I throw up? What if it's bad?" and I ate it anyway! And it was a really fucking good salad!!

[ajdrawshq]

i can almost guarantee ive said it before but. he would thrive in a zero escape game

[todayisafridaynight]

I agree he looks a little Hispanic maybe it’s the goatee

kind of obsessed with this assessment. do you realize how many men have goatees in this franchise