#her yogurt became cheese

[uraandri]

no wonder my roomates part of the fridge always looks full she lets her shit just rot in there

[missnxthingg]

Gal I need lando fluff as well could u do taking care of him when he’s sick and he’s all tired and clingy

needy | LN4

pairing: Lando Norris x Female!Reader summary: After a busy month, all Lando needs is his girlfriend to take care of him words: 1 K - warnings: Sick Lando and lots of cuteness (also not proof read, sorry) author’s notes:  I'm so sorry for the delay, it was a busy & unplanned week at work. But here we are, just in time to celebrate our favourite boy's birthday

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Triple headers always hit quite hard on Lando. Since he joined Formula 1, he doesn't remember a single time he didn't end up sick after almost a month travelling around the world. And this time it wasn't different; he started having a fever the morning after he arrived from Brazil and stayed in bed all day.

Y/N found it odd to not find him in his usual state of relaxation after a full month of work: locked inside his dark gaming room, full of snacks and laughing with Max. Instead, he was wrapped around three blankets in their living room, body almost lifeless on the sofa as he watched a boring movie on TV.

“Oh, baby boy, are you feeling okay?”, she asked, putting her things down so she could check on him.

Lando smiled tired at her and shrugged, too tired to even say something. She knew he was getting sick, especially after he spent the entire flight home – and their night of sleep – coughing. She just didn’t expect for it to be that bad, to the point where the most chatty boy in the world would go speechless.

“Have you eaten?”, she ran her hands through his face and he nodded tiredly. Then she found the empty yogurt cup beside him and rolled her eyes. “A yogurt isn't eating, Lando”.

“Come cuddle, baby”, he mumbled, wrapping one of his hands around her wrist.

“I'm worried about you, my love”, she ran her hands through his curls, making him open a tired smile. “I swear to God, every triple header is the same. I won't let you go anymore”.

“It's just a way my body found of telling I'm tired”, he assured. “If you come cuddle, then I'll be fine”.

“Later, baby. I have to make lunch for us”, she pressed a kiss on top of his head and Lando whined loudly. “Stop being a baby!”

“You're evil”.

Y/N started taking things out of the fridge to start cooking their lunch, and Lando suddenly appeared behind her, wrapping his hands around her waist from behind and resting his head on the crook of her neck. She smiled at the gesture and cuddled into his touch as she cut some onions.

“Ouches my eyes”, he cried, making her giggle just before she stopped cutting the onions, to put it in the hot pan. “What are you doing?”

“Caramelized onion and creamy cheese pasta”, she revealed, making him open a big smile. “A favourite for my sick boy”.

“You're the best, baby. I love you so much”, he pressed a kiss on her shoulder, but didn't let go off her, choosing to stay glued to her side as she cooked.

“Lan, it's a bit hard to cook with you clinging onto me”, she chuckled. “Maybe sit right there and keep me company. Then I'll give you as many cuddles as you want”.

“Mmm, okay”, he smiled tiredly, finding a spot to sit close to her, as he observed her cooking. Travelling the world is nice, but he loved coming home to the love of his life, who always took the best care of him.

Suddenly, he was taken back to the early dates of their relationship, when she’d invite him over for dinner and cook him the easiest pasta that, in time, became his comfort food. That’s exactly what he needed after a long month away from home, and away from her, since she only came to the first race in Austin. His heart felt at ease when she served him a plate and found a spot next to him.

“Thank you”, he mumbled before attacking the food. “It’s so good to be home. It’s so good to be with you”.

“I was counting the seconds until you were back to me”, she pressed a kiss to his cheek and cuddled to his side as they ate in silence, just feeling each other’s presence. He learned to appreciate silence after loud days as he rested next to his favourite girl. “Are you feeling better?”

“My throat is sore, and it feels like I was hit by a truck”, he joked. “The headache is gone, though”.

“I’ll use my super healing powers to make you feel better”, she sprinkled kisses through his face, making him open a genuine smile for the first time that day. But just before she kissed him on the lips, he backed away.

“You’ll get sick, baby”.

“It will be worth it, then”, she declared, before sealing their lips into a sweet kiss. Lando had missed those lips more than anything, and if she was willing to take the risk of getting sick, then he’s not arguing about it. “I love you, my sweet boy”.

“I love you too, beautiful”, he pecked her lips once again and took a second to analyse her face from up close; the face he adored so much. “Now, can we please cuddle?”

“Yes, my whiny baby, we can”.

Lando wanted to sweep her off her feet and take her to the couch, but felt too weak to do so. Y/N almost had to do this to him to get him to stand up and walk. He collapsed onto their couch and was too tired to open his arms to invite his girlfriend to join. She still found her spot next to him and pulled him closer, until they were tangled together between the blankets.

She pressed soft kisses all over his face and watched his lips tiredly curve into a smile, just as he felt a little better to have her taking care of him. They didn't even notice they forgot to turn on the TV.

“I'm so glad you're finally home”, she whispered. “This place is too quiet without you. I don't like it”.

“I'm happy to be back with my home”, he pressed his fingers to her skin and she smiled at him. “You're the best. I missed you so much that I might as well take you with me next time”.

“Anything so we can be together”, she said. “Sleep, baby, I'll be here holding you”.

“I love you so much. You're my everything, the love of my life, the sweetest…”, he continued to list various things about her and fell asleep mid-sentence.

“I love you more, Lan”, she pressed one last kiss on his forehead before falling asleep too.

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[modcroissant]

My new au, which I named 'Whole Once More'. Because the soul jams became whole again after the ancients took back their other halves from the beasts-

Currently GC and PV are the only ancients I finished, the rest will come out soon.

While Golden Cheese stay mostly the same, still having her loudmouth and teasing personality. Pure Vanilla had quite the change. PV is still kind-hearted, but mostly maintains a serious and cold expression most of the time.

Pure Vanilla now holds a lily scent, mostly from the lilies he has on his flower crown and staff.

Golden Cheese would brag about how she was the first to defeat a beast, sometimes annoying Dark Cacao.

Due to both Golden Cheese and Pure Vanilla being the only current ancients who had their soul jams whole, they're more closer since they can talk about the battle they went through against both BS and SM.

Pure Vanilla decided to let his hair down, since the hair bands broke when trying to keep his hair up.

Golden Cheese is still not ready to talk about her kingdom, even after gaining her other half of her soul jam.

Pure Vanilla is thinking of bringing back the Blueberry Yogurt Academy.

Pure Vanilla can detect lies from the truth, though he sometimes wishes he doesn't have that ability.

[youngbounty]

I think we can all agree that Damian has always canonly been a vegetarian. However, there seems to be this misconception that it automatically means he’s vegan. Before getting into the reason why this isn’t the case, let me explain the difference between a vegetarian and vegan.

Veganism is a type of vegetarian diet where you abstain yourself from consuming any or from animals. Vegetarian is a broad kind of diet where you avoid meat in general, but can make exceptions to dairy, eggs, fish or insects. There are different types of vegetarians with the most familiar type being Lacto-ovo-Vegetarian.

I could be mean and point out the foods he’s seen eating that could be a vegan or veggie variety. However, I will use evidence that confirms that the products he’s eating or drinking are NOT the vegan variety.

When Branden offers milk to the Kent’s, notice how he says, “I have my own cow.” He’s not saying he doesn’t drink milk. He clarifies he only gets milk from his own cow, Bat Cow.

Considering Bat Cow willingly gives her milk to strangers, this makes sense. Why wouldn’t Bat Cow give Damian her milk?

The next is this. Look what Damian specifically asks for: a glutton free veggie pizza. I decided to look up the ingredients to this kind of pizza and these are the ingredients. Keep in mind these are the ingredients to the pizza Damian specifically ASKS for that cater to his vegetarian diet. So, any ingredients that would NOT apply to the vegan diet do apply.

The only vegan part of the pizza that’s called for is the crust. Most of the ingredients calls for diary such as cream cheese and sour cream. Others call for yogurt, ranch and cheddar cheese. This is why pizzas with vegan friendly ingredients are called Vegan Pizzas and not just Veggie Pizza. Why Damian asked for the pizza to be glutton free could be due to possibly being self-conscious about his weight or not wanting his siblings to eat his entire pizza since he’s more restricted than him. Either way, Damian is certainly not ordering a vegan pizza.

Why is this important to Damian’s character to be a vegetarian and not a vegan? It all comes down to Bat Cow. His mortal obligation to became a vegetarian is much more personal than others that become vegans or some form of vegetarian. To understand this, we need to go back to the story that led to Damian’s change in diet.

The illegal slaughterhouse Damian ransacked with his father was an illegal one ran by the Leviathans. The Leviathans placed a target on Damian, being a bounty was set on him at the time. This is what led to the slaughterhouse. This same man, who targeted and almost killed Damian, was about to run off with Bat Cow when Batman and Robin stop him. From then, Damian decided to keep the cow, change his diet and call her Bat Cow.

Both Damian and Bat Cow were both being targeted to be killed when they first met. This is how Damian is able to reach out to Bat Cow. Damian is making this choice with the understanding that Bat Cow will see any human that consumes meat no differently than those that slaughtered her family. By changing his diet, Damian is becoming someone Bat Cow can trust won’t hurt her like in the slaughterhouse.

Understanding this, we can then understand why consuming milk, eggs or dairy doesn’t apply here. This picture is what Damian does not want to be seen as in Bat Cow’s eyes. Nowhere do we see milk, diary or eggs being eaten here. Therefore, eating diary and eggs do not apply to Damian’s diet. So long as those things are freely given and no lives are taken, Damian will not restrict himself from consuming milk, eggs or any eatable products from the animal itself.

Now, I don’t mind Damian being any type of vegetarian that eats/drinks diary from Bat Cow only and eats eggs from Jerry (if female) or Wiggles only. I only have a pet peeve over claiming Damian’s Vegan or a type of Vegetarian that restricts himself from anything his pets willingly give him. The reason is because by restricting Damian as Vegan, it restricts his relationship with Bat Cow, who willingly gives her milk to those who need it. By providing milk for Damian, she’s helping and providing for the one who saved her and gave her a better life.

Most Vegans live in the city where they depend on food from the grocery store. Veganism started around the 20th century when factories and grocery stores began growing and monopolizing their products. However, Vegetarianism has been around for thousands of years. At the time, everyone raised their own livestock. If anyone became a Vegetarian for religious or moral obligations, there was no point in abstaining diary or eggs, being they milked their own milk and gathered their own eggs or else their neighbor’s. There was no concern over how the cows, goats, chickens, quail or turkeys were treated because the Vegetarian was caring and were responsible for their own animals.

If Damian is raising Bat Cow, he has no reason to avoid milk. Same with getting eggs. If Damian gets his eggs from Jerry or the Kent farm, those eggs are not provided through inhuman ways. He might be paranoid enough to only eat foods with dairy ingredients he provides from Bat Cow, but I can’t see Damian completely restricting himself from anything that could be provided to him more humanely. If we truly believe Damian restricts himself to Veganism, aren’t we claiming he can’t get his own milk, cheese, yogurt, etc. from his own cow or eggs from his turkey more humanely? I think Damian would be insulted by us and say…

[anki-of-beleriand]

Bad Liar

Summary: Life is about lessons, and Wanda has been learning some harsh facts that had define her life and taken her to a place in which she was given a second chance. Then, all of a sudden, she meets you, and she realizes why it's easier to lie to yourself than to accpet what's right in front of her.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/ Female!reader - America/Kate - Mentions of past Vision/Wanda - past Natasha/Reader - Some Female!Reader/Carol Danvers

Warnings: Slow burn - Enemies to friends to lovers - Mentions of abusive relationships - Toxic relationships - angst - drama - mentions of abuse - more tags as the story progress.

Author's note: I'm back, and I'm ready to continue with my stories and start a new one. This particular story was something I was curious about, and as you will see it is a very AU story in which I'm trying to reach for a happy ending. I hope you guys like it and please don't forget to comment or like or reblog! I'm also open to hear your advices and requests, so...onto the story!

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18

Chapter 1 - Running away

It was raining outside.

The winter had been especially impossible that year, and if she were to be honest that year had been an impossible odyssey for her. Her eyesight became a blurry confusion, and she hated the overwhelming pressure on her chest spreading out to her body and mind. Her neck pulsated with the memory of a hand applying harsh pressure until it was difficult to breath, her arms and chest burnt with the memory of heavy pounding while the screams and cries of children filled her mind.

The flashback made her close her eyes tightly, her hand clenched around the wheel just as her lips parted to let out a breathy sob. She opened her eyes to look at her reflection, a couple of blinks helped her focus her attention on the two children sleeping in the back seat. Her body didn’t lose the tension when she felt the mobile gleaming, a familiar sound announcing an oncoming message tearing her attention from her children to the offending item.

She furrowed her brows, trembling hands grabbing the device, only to let out a relief sigh at the sight of Natasha’s name on the screen.

Everything is set up; I leave the key under the pot right beside the front door. Please, tell me when you get there.

She read the message twice before letting out a sigh, relief filled her body when she realized soon, she would be under a warm roof and would be ready to start anew. Her eyes went back to the led lights from the supermarket sign, she gave the twins one last glance and before she could doubt it any longer, she got out of the car.

The wind and the rain were terrible that afternoon, and even though she had parked closer to the door by the time she got there she was already soaked. With another sigh, she grabbed the shopping cart and went to grab the things she would need for the weekend.

*****

You clenched your fist closed whole glaring at the different dairy products on the fridge.

Your day couldn’t have been worse, even if you tried. Life had not been fair to you in the last couple of weeks, the recent break up as well as the problems back at work were finally getting back at you. Life had been spiralling out of control as of late, and you felt as if the world had conspired to make it impossible for you to reach happiness.

With a huff, you grabbed the milk and the cheese America loved so much. Your eyes then drifted to the last sample of your favourite yogurt, your lips tugged upwards just as you stretched out your hand to grab it another hand stretched at the same time. Neither one of you hesitated and your hands found themselves almost intertwined as they hovered over the yogurt.

Your head tilted slightly so you could focus on the offending hand, your mood and patience running thin not ready to give in and be the better person. Not with your food. Your comfort food, by the way.

However, you never expected the other person to be a beautiful woman that was looking as if she just swam her way to the supermarket.

“I’m sorry, I just…” the woman started with a soft voice, it was kind of obvious she was tired and trying to get the upper hand.

In another moment, in another circumstance you would give in. Not that day, though.

“Don’t worry, better luck next time.” You offered a half smile before snatching the yogurt right under the other woman’s hand.

You didn’t stay to see her expression, or to hear her complaints. You smiled with satisfaction, the yogurt safely tucked in your cart just as you continued with shopping; your mind going over the other things you and America would need for the weekend and the following week. The incident would have been forgotten if it wasn’t because of what happened ten minutes later. You were ready to leave, everything you needed safely tuck inside the cart while you take the last aisle when your phone went off.

The message was quite clear, you rolled your eyes knowing you would get hell if you didn’t take the mac & cheese America was asking for. With a sigh you went back a couple of aisles, before setting your eyes on the price.

It was then and there you and her found each other again.

This time around you had the time to take a good look at the woman, it was pretty obvious she was annoyed and with her hair and clothes still dripping from the pouring rain outside. Her clear eyes, of a green you almost lost over in, gleaming with resentment as they settled on yours. For some reason you couldn’t help but smile, it was stupid but the sight of your smile made the other woman flustered and settle her eyes on the pasta section.

With a shake of your head you leaned in grabbing the last box of America’s favourite brand of Mac and Cheese.

“That’s mine.” The other woman couldn’t contain herself; she shot you an angered stare with disbelief gleaming in her green eyes. “I was about to grab it.”

You raised a brow glancing from the box to the woman.

“Funny, I didn’t know your name was Annie.” You replied with a voice filled with sarcasm, “suck it up, lady. Your just too late.”

Wanda clenched her jaw shut, she was tired, cold and miserable at the moment and the last thing she wanted was to fight with some random bitch in a supermarket. She took a deep breath and decided to change tactics.

“My children…they love that…”

You furrowed your brows, “again, you’re too late. You’re not the only one with child-like tastes. Good luck next time.”

Wanda stood there watching you left with a self-satisfied smirk on your face, and your heart heavy with regret.

The house was completely silent.

The lights were off, and Wanda could smell the indistinctively aroma of cleaning liquid and air-freshener. The house itself had been completely tied up and the only thing it was lacking were the very same articles she had bought in the supermarket. The young woman huffed, the memory of what she just experienced in that place made her blood boiled.

“Momma.” Tommy rubbed his eyes sleepily, a huge yawn left his, mouth while his lip pulled up a pout. “I’m hungry.”

Wanda put Billy on the sofa, putting his hair away before turning to Tommy with a tired smile.

“I know, baby, let us go and make something nice before your brother wakes up.” She whispered to a now enthusiastic Tommy.

Both of them made their way to the kitchen, the lights finally letting her see the place she had bought with what little money she could get before leaving her home back in Westview. The place had been neatly decorated, and everything seemed to be either new or cared for. Wanda sat Tommy on the counter before putting the pots and the groceries out of the bags.

“How about some pasta?” She asked to the boy who merely nodded with a smile watching as his mom started working around the kitchen.

It didn’t take long for her to get used to the kitchen, she walked around grabbing the things she needed it while also making mental notes of what else she needed to buy the next day. Tommy watched her with big, brown eyes and a tranquillity she knew the child had not felt before; unconsciously her eyes went to the clock on the wall and Tommy did just the same.

Wanda swallowed down her fear, her eyes drifting to Tommy who tensed all of a sudden turning around to fixate his stare on the living room.

This time around Wanda knew no one would come in from the front door screaming drunkenly or coming over to hurt her or the boys. A minute passed, Wanda noticed how her whole body tensed and her hand grabbed the spoon hard until her knuckles became white. Tommy turned to Wanda chewing on his lower lip.

“Is daddy coming?”

Wanda swallowed down her fears and tears, she approached her child putting his hair back while shaking her head.

“No, baby, not today.” The relief in his face and his posture was everything Wanda needed to know she had made the right decision.

She leaned in kissing Tommy’s forehead before leaning back, her smile just as tentative and weak as the one Tommy was wearing. Wanda wiped away the tears she didn’t realise were falling before wriggling her eyebrows at Tommy.

“How about we finished dinner, go for your brother and watch a movie before eating some ice cream?”

Tommy cheered up allowing Wanda to put him down, the both of them soon were fixing everything in the kitchen until Billy came from the living room rubbing his eyes. Never before had Wanda felt more relief than at that very moment, watching as her five-year old children helped her around the kitchen always relaxed and happy like they had never been before.

Dinner went by and by the time midnight came in Tommy and Billy were snuggled against Wanda sleeping peacefully. The movie was still playing on the TV, Wanda had her arms around her children while her phone kept on flashing messages of unwanted nature. Her heart was at her throat, her eyes wide open in fear while her breathing caught on her chest.

She had forgotten to change her phone.

It was supposed to happen once she received the last message from Natasha but she had been so distracted by what had happened and the incident in the supermarket she forgot. Trembling she tore her eyes away from the device, her eyes falling on the sleeping form of her children putting them closer to herself.

Everything she had done; she had done so for them.

For herself.

She clenched her eyes shut, taking a deep breath while counting to ten.

He could not get to her anymore.

She had run away, and he didn’t know where she was.

She had escaped.

And now, a new life was waiting for her.

That was all she needed it at the moment.

With that last thought, Wanda fell asleep. The mobile forgotten, and the messages filled with rage and revenge flashing over and over for more than two hours until, all of a sudden, they stopped.

[mutantthedark]

OC: Halia "Sigma" Connors

Name: Halia Connors

Age: 23 (As of 2022)

Alias(es): Halie (by her aunt), Lia, Raven, Sigma, Corporal, Bravo 7 - 3

Gender: Female

Birthday: March 7th, 1999

Nationality: American

Place of birth: San Diego, California, USA

Languages: English (her mother language), Spanish.

Occupation/Rank: Senior Airman/Corporal

Affiliation: U.S Air Force (formerly), associate member of Task Force 141, JTF - Ghost Team

Hair color: Natural black

Eye color: Bright blue

Scars: None

Piercings: 1 (belly piercing)

Face claim: Emily Rudd

Height: 5’5 (165 cm)

Weight: 120 lbs (54 kg)

Build: Toned

Blood type: O+

Family: Unnamed mother (deceased), Unnamed father (deceased), Lala Connors (aunt), Ruby (German Shepherd dog)

Siblings: none

Personality: ISTJ, a quick thinker and has high intelligence, not wasting any time, gets a job done.

Friendly: not afraid to start conversation, likes to chat with people when not on the missions.

Serious: Serious, yet logical, she's beauty, she's grace, she'll break your knees.

Strong-willed: has a lot of determination and always tries to do what she can. FAVOURITES

Color: Toriquise

Season: Autumn

Food: Macaroni with cheese

Drink: Black tea with lemon, hot coffee and kiwi lemonade

Dessert: Coconut Yogurt

Hobbies: Singing, hiking, play tennis, spending free time with Ruby ABILITIES

Fighting style: Can rely on strength, speed, intelligence and stealth, but she's more into stealth type, can sneak attack enemies from behind, but she's brutal too while in combat.

Weapons: she's mastered firearms mastery, also very proficient with knives and in-field crafts.

Planes: a safe flyer, she only flies for air support if needed.

TRIVIA

Sigma is a dog person.

While Halia is left to train in the Air Force, her aunt felt lonely. But in 2 years (2020) Lala bought a female German Shepherd to prevent loneliness. After Hassan's death, Sigma came back home to her aunt and she was greeted by Ruby in surprise, then she began to love her.

The "Sigma" callsign not only mean the eighteen letter of the alphabet, but also an cosmology. A property of galaxies used when trying to work out the mystery of galaxies and their supermassive black holes.

Sigma sometimes wears darkers gears and clothes on a missions. (stealth type)

She can drive. She started her driving lessons when she was 18, but still was in high school. Missed most of her classes, but did her school work in time.

Used to have a long hair. HATES PONYTAILS. Uncomfortable, tight, hurts her scalp, because it gives her a headache. While being in U.S. Air Force, she used a fishbraid.

Sigma never dyed her hair, because she wants to keep her natural black hair healthy.

Sigma is allergic to sunflower seeds.

Had a boyfriend once in high school, but it didn't worked out well.

Sigma is ambidextrous. Can work with both hands well.

BIOGRAPHY

Born and raised in San Diego, Halia’s parents were killed by the secret organization when she was 10 years old, they destroyed their home while Halia managed to run away safely. Until then, Lala, her aunt found her and adopted her.

Years passed by, when she finished high school when she was 19, Halia decided to join the U.S Air Force, living up to her father’s legacy, then she found her code name "Sigma" in the first place, passed every training with flying colors. Halia was intelligent and very active all those days while in training. She left her aunt too to live her normal and peaceful life.

Other than being in Air Force, Halia rarely contacted her, writing letters, had no time to rest for the training. She build her relationship with her aunt very well for years. Until then, she made her allies in U.S Air Force who could trust them.

When became an Senior Airman/Corporal, General Shepherd and Kate Laswell contacted her that she has a mission in Las Almas, in close air, to help Ghost, Alejandro and Soap to capture Hassan and work with Graves and his Shadow mercanaries.

[loominggaia]

What fancy and decadent dishes do the Great Kingdom leaders and their families love to eat? Do they secretly eat food that’s more “plebeian” as they might say?

Good question! I think it would be tedious to go through every single character's tastes, so I'll just talk about the most notable ones.

FOLKVAR: Juvella loves traditional Folkvaran fudge bars. It's her biggest weakness. This woman tries so hard to stay in shape, attending aerobics classes every day, turning down so many junk foods at the royal feasts, keeping track of everything she eats to stay healthy...then every night, she hides in a closet while she secretly scarfs down a plate of these damn fudge bars. She's deeply ashamed and hides this behavior from Gultopp, believing he would think her weak for having so little self-control. In reality, he'd just be like "o shit u got fudge?? pass me some of those! :D"

MATUZU: Marghan has a taste for exotic cuisine, and it must be authentic! He has every meal imported from faraway lands, and he does so in the most impractical, expensive way possible. Of course he's not using his own allowance money for this, oh no...he's using Matuzan tax dollars for his cross-continental DoorDash orders, the little prick.

LAMAI: Chua hates gruju, but pretends to love it because it's synonymous with Lamaish culture. They force themselves to chug that crap at every gala to keep up appearances. Every one of their conjoined siblings has their own likes and dislikes, which makes dinner time a complicated ordeal. One sibling has an addiction to xamali and sneaks this alcoholic beverage whenever Chua isn't looking. Of course, Chua suffers the consequences of whatever their siblings consume...on more than one occasion, Chua has found themselves randomly drunk or on the verge of shitting themself because of things their siblings ate.

YERIM-MOR: Roz brews his own kombucha, believing it has all kinds of crazy health benefits. He drinks this stuff all day long and encourages his son Jaq to drink it too, but Jaq thinks it's gross and his dad is weird. Roz is also a fan of yogurt, cheese, and all things probiotic. This is a guy who tries to nurture life wherever he goes, but that's hard to do when his kingdom is such a pit of death. If he can't breathe life back into his kingdom, at least he can nurture microbial life.

ZAREEN: Qara and her husband are junk food junkies, but Qara is particularly fond of sweetpork burgers. In fact, her love of these burgers is so well known that she endorsed a Zareenite burger chain, appearing in their ads for many years. This chain quickly became the most popular fast food joint in the empire. Some would say it's unprofessional and uncouth--perhaps even unethical--for an empress to advertise such unhealthy slop to her people. But this deal scored Qara a lifetime supply of free burgers, and she regrets nothing. Her endorsement of such plebian cuisine won her points with blue collar Zareenites, convincing them that she was ~*~relatable~*~. Other people think her tastes are just as trashy as she is.

EVANGELINE: Indiga strikes me as the type of woman who eats the exact same things every day. A traditional blue breakfast, meat pie for lunch, blue dinner, and a couple cookies for dessert. Every day. For decades. She's so xenophobic, she doesn't trust any sort of foreign cuisine.

MOGDIR: Oberon has a thing for mushrooms, especially truffles. He demands only the finest specimens, no matter their cost. After snorting a long line of pink sugar off a hooker's ass, he washes it down with some silk milk tea, his favorite drink. His daughter, Winnie, is a bugs rights activist who refuses to eat any bug-based dishes. This is hard to do in a place like Mogdir Kingdom, as its traditional cuisine is based almost entirely around bugs. That's because in this culture, farming animals for meat is forbidden, but bugs are not considered animals here. Winnie is like a Mogdiri super-vegan who subsists on scrap rice and carrot mash. She won't even consume bug byproducts such as honey or silk milk.

ETIOS: Hethor loves to eat grass. She's a typical Etiosi grass snob who insists that different types of grass have completely different tastes. Other than that, she enjoys quite a bit of Folkvaran cuisine, which is shipped to her regularly by her pal Gultopp as an act of good diplomacy.

DAMIJANA: Serafeen regularly visits different Damijani restaurants and eats their food as a PR stunt. In reality, she can't stand her empire's native cuisine and much prefers Mogdiri food. Of course she can't possibly let her people know this, and they would flip their lids if they saw their god-like leader put a bug in her mouth. Most foreign cuisine is viewed as "dirty" and "uncivilized" in Damijana. Serafeen must endorse only the sterile, hyper-processed cuisine of her native land.

SEELIE: There is a cup of chocolate coffee within arm's reach of Titania at all times. It's one of the few little joys she has left in her grueling, never-ending life. She has grown sick of all flavors, having tasted them all too many times...but there's something about that chocolately coffee that never gets old to her.

UNSEELIE: Morgause enjoys pickled squid. She'll sit on her throne and eat it straight from the jar with her fingers, she doesn't give a shit. She seems to have a taste for bitter, vinegary things in general.

AQUARIA: Sovereign is infamous for eating live baby dolphins, considering them a delicacy. He insists they must be alive until the moment he bites into them for peak freshness. This makes him sound like a picky guy, but in reality he's a total glutton who will eat damn near anything you put in front of him. He'll even eat stuff he hates as long as it's convenient. Bro has a pretty bad eating disorder, to be honest...It's less about enjoying food and more about the act of consumption for him, which fits his greedy nature.

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[butterfly-bouquet]

Foods that have always freaked me out

Peanut butter

Salad dressing

Full sugar cold drinks

Crusty bread rolls

Icing sugar

Full cream milk/yogurt/cheese

Oil oil oil oil

Putting a lot of spread on bread like butter, jam, cheese

Nuts

The thing is after I became aware of how many calories are in certain foods, I couldn't just ignore it for the taste. Like what do you mean one tablespoon of peanut butter is 120 calories. A drizzle of salad dressing is 80 calories. Why should I drink a glass of coke for 170 calories with all that sugar when I can drink as much of coke zero as I like? Who needs salad dressing when salt and vinegar can do the exact same thing?

And tbh in the three years where I stopped counting calories I still felt uncomfortable with all these things. If there was a sugar free drink available I would take it before the sugar drink. If I was having a sandwich I would put on the thinnest amount of spread just to add some taste to it. I still sometimes just toast it and dip it in tea or coffee to moisten it instead of adding a spread.

I'm never really free. I'm scared of trying new high calorie foods because what would happen if I like it?

My fear of food is so overwhelming and I love it as much as I hate it.

Ana has had such a hold over me for almost half of my life and even in recovery I was never free of her.

I'm so tired of everything.

[saturdaymournings]

somedays i grow very close to becoming vegan, so im going to ask you how you became vegan.

I’m really happy about this ask !!! I hope my story can be of some help to you, I’ll add a bit of my own advice also :)

For me veganism was always something that appealed to me. I didn’t really understand why it was considered normal to eat animals and I did try to not when I could as a younger child. Of course though as someone who mainly eats what your parents cook for you it can be difficult to make such a lifestyle change and nothing really happened for me until around 2 years ago.

In the March of 2021 I was actually scrolling through tumblr when I saw that one of the antifascist graffiti accounts I was following had posted a picture of awoke graffiti that interlinked antifascism and veganism and it just clicked for me to be honest that being vegan was punk as fuck. I decided in that moment that I would go vegan when I moved out of my parents’ house, because that seemed like the most viable option for me.

I started doing a lot of vegan baking because it sort of validated the thought in my head that I was going to do it or something, idk to be honest. Eventually my family started catching on to the fact that the baking was vegan (not actually because of the taste but they started reading my recipes lol) and my mum asked if I wanted to go vegan and I was relieved honestly and told her yeah.

I later found out that she thought it was only going to be a phase, which is kinda funny looking back after almost 2 and a half years.

I originally didn’t even watch any documentaries pertaining to veganism before beginning to change my habits and I was going to go into the whole thing doing “baby steps”, but one night I watched dominion and Jesus fucking Christ i have not willingly eaten an animal product since seeing quite literally the horrors, so understandably after that I was not easing myself in out of fear that I would vomit or cry myself to sleep 🥲

The transition to veganism was luckily very easy for me. The uk is probably one of the best places you can be vegan right now so there has never been any shortage of options for me. I found that the best thing you can do is eat the substitutes of things that you already like eating, but not cheese I think you have to wait a couple months at least for it to not taste weird to you. The easiest things I would say are definitely substituting milk and butter and yogurt, so most vegan versions of those are fair game. If something tastes bad, there’s probably a million other versions of it out there so don’t worry !!!! All hope is not lost :D

You might also find that a lot of things you already eat are vegan !! The easiest way to find this out is getting an app on your phone that scans barcodes or searching up if it is, but checking if it says it is on the packaging or just plain searching up every ingredient also works.

I wish you luck if you do go vegan, and if you have any more specific type questions please ask me I love talking about this !!!!! 🌱

[keefwho]

January 03 - 2024 Wednesday

10:52pm

5.5/10

This morning I wiped down my bathroom floor and cleaned the toilet. I also tried my new oxyclean spray on a small part of my shower so see how well it would work and it seems fine. I listened to Cringer play Eco RP while I showered. For breakfast I didn't know what to make so I prepared 2 pieces of toast, a hotdog, a babybel cheese, and a yogurt. I watched Bojack while eating.

On stream I did a bunch of torso sketches to warm up for today's commissions. I'm doing 570's commission which I chose to do at a complicated angle. I worked on that for 2 hours.

After stream my tummy felt weird because of the weird breakfast but I did my workout anyways. Some lunges, situps, and 2 miles on the treadmill. I pushed hard on the treadmill today and sustained a jog for the last quarter of it. I watch Cletus play Eco while exercising. I took a quiet shower and then made lunch.

Lunch was an attempt at potato stew which came out okay but way too thick. It was hard to eat and thinking about it makes me nauseous but I ate the whole thing. It made me feel like a brick afterwards. During this I had set up a new KSP save and made it more difficult for fun. I had tuned into XQC while eating and doing my work. Lunch took so long to cook that I was 30 minutes late work and still had to eat it. I cranked out today's request while my food cooled which I struggled with so I took a long time. Then I worked on and finished a new year's Venus pic within 30 minutes. I had wanted to keep going for my last 30 but it was already 5pm and I didn't know what to work on and I felt kinda bad. Also my dad/sister had opened my friendiversary gift from Daisy which really pissed me off and they even lied about my name not being on it and how they opened her fancy wrapping. Right after hearing that I started yoga but got interrupted by Just Dance time with Daisy and her friend. I was excited to play as a group of 4 but of course Ubisoft was having server issues so we couldn't play after 15 minutes of troubleshooting. I then finished my yoga. It felt good to stretch and her emphasis is on being an observer of your own body and feelings which is the mindset I started this challenge with.

Daisy became free after and we opened our friendiversary gifts together. She finally got to see the necklace I made her and she made me a lovely embroidery of our OCs touching noses. I love it so much and decided to hang it over my bed tomorrow after moving a few nails around. I started playing KSP to chill but Daisy was stunlocked and decided to head upstairs and read. In bed she read 2 chapters of Howls Moving Castle out loud while I played KSP and then idled Neopets. When she was done I continued my Neo progress until she fell asleep. Then I worked on my secret project for 15 minutes, played a little more KSP, and finished wrapping/packaging Daisy's Christmas presents.

Today was okay, a lot went wrong back to back in the afternoon but I handled it all well.

[elizainjapan]

June 13th- Free Day

Today was one of the best days I’ve had in Japan yet! It started at 6:30am, which was far too early in my opinion, but we needed to get to the park early to get tickets to Nintendo World. I had went to bed around 4 the night before, so I was not in the best of moods. The train took about an hour, but we made it in time to get the Nintendo reservations! Our first stop was a rollercoaster called Hollywood Dream that could be ridden facing forwards or backwards. Because it was so early in the morning, we rode it facing forwards. You could also pick a sing to listen to, so I picked Shake It Off by Taylor Swift. I would rate it a 7.5/10 on the fun scale. Next it was time for our reservation, and my two hours of sleep were so worth it when I walked in. I audibly gasped. The area was small, but it was super well done. SO much detail was put into every aspect of the park. Our first ride was the Mario Kart one where we raced with a VR-type headset on. The technology was pretty cool, but I didn’t know how to play the game until halfway through the ride. The coolest part was Rainbow Road, so I would give it an overall 7.5/10 again. Next we got strawberry lassis that tasted like yogurt (7/10) and we got in line for the Yoshi ride. Huge fumble. We did not know that the Yoshi ride was a for children. Sam had told us that it was the dark ride, so we were very surprised to have wait an hour in line for what was essentially the people mover. I still feel a little spiteful so 4/10. Next we got lunch at the Toad Cafe, which was actually so delicious! I got the Mario Burger that had cheese, bacon, mushrooms, lettuce, and spicy mayo on it. 8/10. Unfortunately I also got the tiramisu which was so bad. It tasted like milk, but it was so cute. 4/10. We shopped around the area for a bit before heading to the Flying Dinosaur ride. That ride alone was worth the price of admission. You ride it on your stomach looking down, and the drops and loops were so insanely fun! 9/10 for sure! It was at this point where I was getting immobile. My lack of sleep was catching up to me and it became really hard to walk. I feel asleep on Sam in the Harry Potter land while she drank her Butterbeer. I also fell asleep on a bench in the Jurassic World area while everyone else watched the dinosaur show. It took all of my strength to go on the Jaws ride, but once I made to through, I was as good as new. Seeing a shark animatronic really wakes you up. The ride was pretty good, but the cherry on top was watching an old Japanese woman scream for 2 minutes. 6/10 ride, but 8/10 experience. We were all craving a sweet treat so we got the Mario Strawberry Shortcakes which were sooooo good (8.5/10), and it was at this point where the guys and Aulora decided to head back. Sam and I wanted to stay and shop around until the park closed, so we hit up the Spiderman ride and a couple other stores. One of the best parts of the day was the last ride we rode - Backdrop. It was the backwards versions of the Hollywood Dream ride that we rode in the morning. The line was about 60 minutes and it was a little hard tp stand at the end, but it was so worth it. They had the JJK theme song as an option to play, and there was a moment during the ride where I just remembered feeling so happy. I’m in Japan!!!! It was awesome. 9/10 ride but 10/10 experience. After this new were pretty much dead. We took the train back, got lost, and then found our way again. Overall, 10/10 day.

[aneyeforlondon]

Tuesday, April 25, 2023

Today, we got up very late. Very late for us!! We barely make it to the dining room a few minutes before breakfast. I order a cheese omelette and some bacon as I missed out yesterday on the bacon! I also had some pastries and some delicious yogurt and granola. It’s sure not like what we have at home. So fresh and delicious. We are not to arrive in Middleburg until after lunch and I am not feeling swell so I just have some beef consommé for lunch. We come back to the room for a little while and then we are ready to head out on our next excursion which is a walking tour of Middleburg. We met our guide Hans outside. This town is a bit below sea level, therefore there are a lot of dikes. This is the second day we don’t spend any money. We walk through the town, see the canals, interesting alley ways and a statue of Queen Emma who was the queen mum to Queen Wilhelmina of Belgium and reigned for 8 years until her daughter became of age to rule. Hans then gives us about an hour to explore on our own. Sherri and decide to come back to the ship after shopping for a short while. I did not buy anything. We head back to the ship just in time for happy hour. The drink tonight is a Manhattan and we have live entertainment by two violinists and a guitarist. They play anything from the pink panther theme to the theme from The Godfather. After happy hour we head to our table where Rachel is supposed to join us, however; she is busy with a guest who took a nasty fall outside of the ship and was taken to hospital. She wanted to make sure she was ok. We make it to our private table that Cindy reserved. Dinner is a beer and watermelon salad and I ordered the strip loin steak rather than the Turkey. I am so tired tonight I can’t do much of anything. I need to take a shower and wash my hair tonight as we need to get up early in the morning for our trip to Bruges and Ghent. We have had such a great time on this cruise. I can honestly say, this is something everyone should do,. The staff are great, the captain is wonderful and the Cruise Director Rachel, she’s just amazing! I love her early morning “good morning everyone” when she is making announcements regarding our day trips!! We finally make it to bed to rest. Best cousins trip ever!!!

[blueberryrock]

Bananas

A/N okay so i couldn't find a good gif, but just pretend those cookies are a cake okay? But anyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROGUE!! Sorry, this is 3 days late, I got busy! I hope you enjoy this chaotic mess and sorry for dangling it in front of you in the discord 😅

Rule, Requests, and More!

Two eggs, and four bananas.

Two eggs, and four bananas.

Two eggs, and four bananas.

Pippin sighs as he shuffles towards the large pantry, glancing at the mess he never got around to fixing. Stepping over the fallen bags of potatoes, he opens the curtains of a dinky window in the very back. With the new light pouring in, Pippin squints around the crowded pantry.

What was he here for? Eggs! That's right!

Quickly, Pippin digs around the packed pantry, moving over the palates of bread rolls and large wheels of cheese in search of the two eggs. A frustrated groan escapes Pippin's lips after a few minutes of searching with no success, but that's okay! H-he can just use a substitute!

With a small frown, Pippin turns to grab a large container of plain yogurt and quickly turns on his heel towards the pantry's door, grumbling about the lack of eggs. Shutting the pantry door, Pippin sets the container of yogurt and turns to his mixing bowl on the counter, humming as he tries to remember how much he would need to substitute for the missing two eggs.

As he carefully scoops out what he thinks to be the right measurements and drops them into the bowl with a satisfying plop! A small smile grows on his face as he begins to quickly mix the plain yogurt into the other wet ingredients. It had been a long time since he had last baked something, but today is a special occasion that he just had to show off his somewhat rusty skills.

After the yogurt had fully mixed in with the other wet ingredients, Pippin decides to check his small wood-burning oven and finds it to be the ideal temperature. A large grin spreads on his face as he excitedly turns back to his mixing bowl.

All that is needed now was the dry ingredients, like flour and baking soda! Immediately Pippin digs through the kitchen cabinets and drawers, searching for hopefully open bags of what he needs. Then he spots it, the large heavy bag he needs had shoved to the back and hasn't been used in a while.

Furrowing his brows, Pippin falls to his hands and knees in attempts to grab it. His fingers brush against the bag before he shuffles deeper into the cabinet to finally grab it tightly.

"Pippin!" A voice calls from somewhere in the house, causing Pippin to immediately jump and bang his head against the top of the cabinet, letting a quiet curse slip from his lips as he scurries out.

"S-stay over there!" Pippin cries out as he rubs the sore spot on his head.

"Pippin?" Y/N's voice seemed full of curiosity and a little worry.

"Don't come into the kitchen!" Pippin hurries to scoop out an amount of flour, barely measuring it before he dumps it into the mixing bowl.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes!" He says quickly, fumbling to grab the container of baking powder and dump it in the bowl. "Yes love, just umm, just don't come over here please!"

He can hear Y/N walking off, no doubt to change out of her work clothes from the tavern. Pippin huffs as he begins to quickly mix the dry ingredients into the wet, his arms getting increasingly sore as he goes.

"Pippin?" Y/N's voice became scarily closer.

"Give me a minute!" He says, sliding towards the baking pan he put out to dump the poorly mixed batter in. As soon as Pippin had shoved cake pans into the oven Y/N had rounded the corner, a small smile tugging at her lips at the sight of a flustered Pippin.

"May I ask what you're doing?" Her eyes shifting from the red-faced hobbit before her to the mess of a kitchen behind him. "Or making for that matter?"

"Oh umm," he begins, rubbing his hands together nervously. "I decided to take up baking, to get help get my mind off of...stuff...."

"So what are you making right now?"

"Banana bread!" That immediately makes Y/N scrunch their nose. "You don't like bananas?" Pippin tries to not frown, his heart instantly sinking down to his stomach. "C-cause that is a major ingredient of what I made."

"I like bananas alright, but I'm a bit allergic to them," Y/N sighs, her feet carrying her to one of the only clean counters. Carefully, she lifts herself up to comfortably sit on top of it.

"More for me then," Pippin laughs nervously. How could he have forgotten such an important thing about Y/N! Bananas are the most important part of the cake he made...he wants to smack himself for forgetting such a thing, but all he can do now is glare at the cake currently baking in the oven.

"You better get started on cleaning this mess Pippin," Y/N sighs, she drags her finger across the top of the counter beside to grimace at the sight of flour on her fingers. "Better make it fast before your cousins come over for my birthday."

Pippin sighs, wiping his forehead before he continues to scrub at a particularly stubborn stain from melted butter. The smell of sweet cake had been filling the room as soon as he had put it in the oven, he had been praying that Y/N didn't know the difference between a cake smell and a bread smell.

So far she hasn't said anything.

Tossing the wet rag he had been furiously scrubbing with onto the counter, Pippin turns towards the wood-burning oven. Curiously Pippin grabs the handle of it and slowly opens it, the hinges creaking loudly in protest as it's pulled open.

Both cakes have a nice golden outside, the sight of which brings a smile to Pippin's face. Turning on his heel, he turns to search for a pair of large oven mitts, grumbling as he rummages through the different drawers.

Finally, after a few minutes, Pippin finds the large pair of polka-dotted oven mitts and pulls them on. He can't help but beam with excitement as he turns back to bend down and pull out the cakes.

A low whistle breaks the quietness of the kitchen as Pippin quickly turns tomato red. "Pulling out banana bread eh?" He can practically hear the smile in Y/N's voice.

"I-umm-happy birthday?" Pippin states awkwardly as he grabs the hot pan and turns to face Y/N's amused gaze. With a defeated sigh, Pippin sets the hot pan onto the counter beside him and goes back for the other golden cake.

Y/N chuckles softly before she moves around Pippin to examine the golden cake. "I assume this is supposed to have bananas in it?" Y/N leans over to breathe in the cake's deliciously sweet smell as Pippin places its twin right next to it.

"Yes," Pippin sighs as he yanks off the oversized mitts on his hands and tosses them onto the counter beside him. "Though now that I think about it, I'm not sure I even added any!"

"Well lucky me then," Y/N smirks. "Better get these out before the bottoms burn," she notes before moving to pull out large serving plates from a cabinet above them.

Pippin silently nods as he quickly steps away to find their silverware drawer, pulling out an intricate silver butter knife, he turns on his heels and quickly heads back towards the steaming cakes. As Pippin begins to scrape the sides of the cake pans, Y/N later takes the first one to flip over onto the plate.

"They do smell good Pip!" She grins as she lines up the cake pan with the plate. "I can't wait to-" the cake, or the cooked part of it at least, fell onto the serving plate with uncooked goo rolling off of it. "YOU DIDN'T CHECK IT?"

"I guess I forgot to," Pippin frowns deeply before Y/N shakes the cake pan in her hands and the cooked bottom half of it falls onto the top with a wet splat! With the collisions of the two cooked half and the raw middle, the uncooked cake batter had splattered in every direction, coating everything in its path. A yelp escaped Y/N's mouth at the sudden spray of batter before a shocked silence fell over the large kitchen.

Pippin so desperately tried to fill it, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to think of something to say as his eyes flicker from the cake halves on the plate and the batter-covered Y/N. "I am so sor-" Pippin begins before giggles spill out of Y/N.

"I can not believe that just happened!" Y/N cries with laughter, their face slowly turning red as she stares down at the top of her now ruined dress. Her loud laughter seems to be contagious as Pippin begins to laugh with her. "And how did you not get hit by any?" Her voice is now high-pitched as more giggles escape her.

"I'm just lucky."

"C'mere," Y/N says, her laughter had died down enough for her to regain control of her breathing but Y/N's face was still tinted with red.

Pippin doesn't even acknowledge the mischievous grin on her face as he takes a step closer. "Should I grab you a towel?" He asks. "Maybe you should run a ba-" Y/N cuts him off by grabbing a handful of the now soggy cake and smearing it against his shirt.

A shiver runs through him at the feel of the thick batter now rolling down his shirt. "Oh...it's on," he growls before grabbing two handfuls of the mushy cake, but Y/N had already begun to run as soon as the cake had hit his shirt. "Get back here!" He yells, immediately running out of the kitchen to chase down Y/N.

Y/N's giggles had echoed through the entire house, making it a little confusing to follow, but the sight of her dress rippling in the corner of Pippin's eye made him turn quickly to catch her.

"Nooo!" Y/N yelps when she spots him, but instead of running more, she just backs up against the cool wall of their house.

"But it's only fair Y/N!" Pippin grins as he stalks towards her, his hands overflowing with the mushy cake.

"I'm already covered in cake Pip!" Y/N cries, trying not to show her creeping smile.

"But I wasn't the one who put it on you!"

"I-hmm," Y/N frowns before hearing a wet splat by her ear. Immediately her head turns to look at the cake batter now dripping down the wall. "PIPPIN YOU GOT IT ON THE WALL!"

A laugh escapes Pippin as he quickly steps forward to smush his last bit of mushy cake into Y/N's cheek. "PIPPIN NOT ON MY FACE!" She shrieks, her face fighting against a smile.

"You were asking for it."

"I don't think I was!" Pippin just continues to laugh as Y/N scrapes the large glob of cake off her face.

"There! Now we're even!" Pippin grins just as Y/N lunges forward to shove the mushy cake in his face, accidentally knocking them both down to the floor.

"Now you have to clean the wall," Y/N begins before wiping her hand against Pippin's cheek. "And the kitchen again!"

"You could always help me clean?" He says innocently.

"No."

"What if I get you honey buns from the market tomorrow?"

"Hmm..."

"And some.....peaches too?"

"That sounds very intriguing," Y/N hums as her finger swipes a chunk of mushy cake off of Pippin's chin. "I think I will accept as I am a fair birthday person." She ends with a grin before popping her cake batter-covered finger into her mouth, enjoying the sweet taste with a hum.

"I suppose we better start cleaning then," Pippin sighs. "Before my cousins come over right?"

"Hmmm right..." Y/N grumbles before placing a small kiss on Pippin's lips. "Race you to the kitchen!"

"Hey wait!" Pippin cries as Y/N scrambles off of him and heads towards the kitchen. "Wait for me!"

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The Lucky Horseshoes - A Heartland Season 16 AU - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Amy came out of Lyndy’s bedroom following her daughter who was all ready for school. This was her second week as a kindergartner, the second week of Amy putting her on a bus and sending her away. She was still getting rid of the weirdness she felt at doing it. It became easier by the day though listening to her little girl go through her day as she ate her after school snack while Amy had coffee and listened enraptured by her voice and the happiness it held. Lyndy loved her teacher Ms. Margaret and in the few minutes Amy had spent with her she could understand why, Ms. Margaret clearly loved her job, she was young, pretty, exuberant and compelling.

“Good morning Grandpa, I didn’t expect to see you here, everything Ok ?”

“Good morning Amy and good morning to you my little munchkin.” Jack crowed snuggling her arms around Lyndy and squeezing a little which made the little girl giggle.

“Good morning GG.” Lindy giggled back.

“What can I get you for breakfast sweetheart, how about an egg and a piece of toast ?” Jack asked leaning over as Amy grabbed a cup of coffee and stopped for a yogurt at the fridge.

“Cheesy Egg.” Lyndy answered.

“I can get her breakfast Grandpa.”

“That’s Ok Amy there’s nothing to it and I need to ask for a favor.”

“And what’s that ?”

Jack turned and lit a small fire under the frying pan on the stove and walking over to grab an egg and a slice of cheese. Butter and bread were already on the counter and Amy had already poured Lyndy’s milk into her cup.

‘Lisa got an early call, they’re down two trainers with some kind of stomach thing and she was wondering if you could give her a few hours with some new horses they took in.”

“And that’s why she’s not here.” Amy said to herself “I can give her a few hours Grandpa if you’ll deal with our brood. Just let me get Lyndy to the bus.”

“They’ve already been fed and I’ll get them outside before I ride over to check the herd.”

Amy drove Lyndy up to the bus stop and hugged and kissed her off before heading over to Fairfield. She parked next to Lisa’s Porsche and was surprised to see Jessica’s BMW on the other side.

“Good morning ladies, Jessica, I didn’t expect to see you this morning.”

“Good morning Amy, just having a cup of coffee with Lisa, I’m going to take some pictures of this place for a new brochure Lisa has been thinking about.”

“Join us ?” Lisa asked standing with an empty mug in her hand.

It took Amy about a second to decide and sit for her second cup of the day. Lisa smiled and pushed a now filled mug over.

“Tell me what you need Lisa.”

“Basically we have some new horses and I just really need you to keep them calm while they’re vetted and they get checked by the farrier. Cass should be by any minute.”

“And ?” Amy asked swallowing a sip and then looking over at Jessica and then Lisa.

“And Finn.” Jessica added with a grin.

“What are you two up to ?”

“We are not up to anything, when I called Finn I made it very clear that these horses are new to Fairfield and he asked if I could lend him someone to keep an eye on them while he worked.”

“Why do I think that’s not all that was said ?”

“Well, he did ask after you and Cass did as well which brought you to mind and then I found myself somewhat short handed so it worked out.”

“He’s very handsome Amy.”

Amy looked at Jessica for a second “Jessica, I…..”

“Ok stop, just for a second Amy and hear me out.”

“Fine go ahead.”

“He’s, well, he’s gorgeous Amy, muscular, his smile, I mean come on aren’t you the least bit ….”

“The least bit what ?”

“Interested.” Lisa cut in.

Jessica looked at Lisa and laughed “Interested my ass, let’s not beat around the bush, horny Amy, it’s been almost three years, you need to get out there and he’s clearly interested.”

“Seriously.”

“Yes seriously Amy.” Lisa said. “Look I’m, we’re not setting you up but you two are obviously, uhm, attracted to each other. Lyndy went on and on about your trail ride and I do need those horses dealt with.”

“Besides, Cass will be there.”

As if on cue they heard her distinctive bubbly voice from down the hall ‘Knock, knock !!”

“Speak of the devil, come on in Cass, have a cup of coffee with us.”

Cass turned the corner into Fairfield’s spacious kitchen and walked over to kiss Lisa’s cheek, grab a mug of coffee, wave to Jessica and seat herself next to Amy. “Hey girl, long time no see, how have you been and my luscious god daughter.”

Amy smiled as they leaned over to peck each other’s cheek. “We’re good, she loves school. How’s Carson ?”

“He’s great, always smiling and a ball of energy.”

“Potty ?”

“Actually coming along, we spend a lot of time sitting with him. He’s got it, the rest is tacking on 10 percent for being Caleb’s kid. I know, I know and I love him like crazy and he’s a great dad but….”

Amy laughed “So when’s the last time we spent any real time together ?”

“It’s got to be a month, we ran into each other at Maggie’s and had lunch that time.”

“Well,” she continued “I’ll be having more time now, Scott and I hired a vet and a tech, they start Monday. They’ll handle a lot of the office work which will give Scott and I more time with livestock and some really needed time off.”

She glanced over at Amy whose face changed a little “Don’t do that Amy, our being busy is not your or Ty’s fault, it’s been over two years and we procrastinated finding the right people.”

Amy smiled and nodded while Cass continued. “So what are we here for, this is my only stop until after lunch, Lisa, you have new horses ?”

“We have recent blood work so a general check-up before they mix and a farrier check, cleaning and probably some shoes.”

“So Doug Henshaw ?”

“Finn Cotter, Amy’s friend.” Lisa corrected.

“I met him last week at the Carmichael ranch, he’s cute. Amy’s friend huh ?”

“That was terrible, you’re all in on this.”

“All in on what Amy, you think Lisa bought 6 horses just to get you and Finn together ?”

“It is definitely not out of the realm of possibility Jessica.” Amy muttered.

Lisa smiled “well I didn’t, but I needed a farrier and my granddaughter asked me to give some work to a young farrier and I did.”

“Well, thank you for that, and I’m sure Finn thanks you.” She said finishing her mug off and getting up to rinse it.

“They’re in the small barn Amy, stalls 1 to 6.”

Lisa had arranged it so that Finn was scheduled with enough time to have Cass check a couple horses first so that he wouldn’t have to wait before he started and so that he could work straight through.

Amy smiled when she saw Finn’s work truck stop at the house, he was early and she and Cass had just started working. She recalled the last time they had spoken he was telling her that he was looking for another truck so that he didn’t have to use it for his day to day travels as well. It was ridiculously heavy with his tools and the small work furnace he traveled with and cost a fortune in gas. She saw Lisa stop out and point and caught him looking over to where her finger pointed. She though she caught a smile when he realized it was her.

“Hey Amy, Dr. Odell, good to see you both.” He said getting out of his truck with a bright smile.

“Hey Finn, how’s business ?”

“Well Amy, seems your recommendation actually means something around here so pretty good actually, how about you, getting back in the swing of things ?”

“Actually I am, with Lyndy in school and then an after school program, both of which she loves I’ve taken on some clients and I’m starting a waiting list, things are good Finn.”

“She likes school, you had mentioned being a little iffy, you doing OK so far ?”

“The first couple of days I was a wreck but she’s been so happy so that’s gone.”

“Excellent, good to hear, let me get set up and I’ll be back with you both and ready to go.”

Fairfield’s small barn held 16 horses, 8 spacious stalls on each side and a considerable amount of space between sides to work on the horses. Lisa used this barn if they had to isolate some horses for whatever reason they needed to be separated fro her normal stock. Through the morning Amy moved from horse to horse as she was needed. Since Finn preferred working in the sun and needed his tools and truck nearby he took the first slot close to the doors. Cass was fine where she was.

For the most part the horses were cooperative as thoroughbreds usually are. Amy was there when they acted up a little and she moved back and forth calming them or helping as she was needed. Both Cass and Finn did their jobs well and they worked smoothly together with horses going from Cass to Finn by way of Amy.

Cass checked each horse, noted their vitals, did a cursory check of their osteo health, checked their eyes, teeth, legs and hooves, along with their bloodwork. Since Finn was there she mentioned anything other than disease on their hooves just to make sure Finn dealt with it. She also noted that several were on the cusp of needing shoe changes which would mean she would be done before him and figured she would check with Amy when Cass was on her last horse and she was close by and out of earshot.

“You OK alone, I’m done.”

“Alone how Cass, with a single male ?”

“We’ll, he seems pretty chummy so if you’re uncomfortable.”

Amy turned and looked towards the front of the barn and Finn caught her and smiled which widened hers considerably. Cass noticed but didn’t react where Amy would have noticed.

“Cass, tell me the truth, are you a part of this Lisa Jessica thing ?”

“What thing Amy ?”

She said it looking pretty surprised or confused would be a better description and Amy watched her for a few seconds.

“Getting me and Finn together.”

“Wait, what ?”

“Don’t make me repeat it Cass.”

“Is that why you’re here ?

“I swear Amy I have no part in that, unless of course you need me for something. So are you Ok ?”

I’m fine Cass, we’ve been alone before.”

Cass nodded “OK then. Well, I need more, so after dinner we’ll talk ?”

“This is not public yet, especially Caleb.”

“I’ll send him in to give Carson a bath and get him to sleep. Good for you Amy.”

“I like him Cass, I’m serious about not going public yet.”

“Ok Amy but if you like him.”

“I’m going slow and he knows I’m going slow and is fine with it. We’ve had coffee a few times, oh and a trail ride with Lyndy.”

“So what’s next ?” Cass said putting her tools into one of her small leather satchels.

“Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and coffee.” Finn said standing behind Amy which made her startle for a second and made Cass stand a little too quickly and off balance. Finn reached out to steady Amy, caught her shoulder and pulled her backwards against him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Cass stood and watched what came next. First Amy laughed but didn’t immediately pull away, then she smiled and playfully swatted Finn on his chest before she stepped forward a touch and turned again “Ok, we’re not going to be doing a lot of that.”

Finn smiled and shook his head no while crossing his heart and saying the words simultaneously “no, cross my heart.”

After they said goodbye, Amy walked Cass out to the vet truck leaving Finn behind at the next horse in his line up. They were back out of earshot and Amy helped her lift her bags into the back.

“Ok, I have to say this, Caleb’s been hanging out with that guy Sam who bought Tim’s place, he may have a thing for you.”

“Sam Langston ?”

“That’s it.”

Amy was quiet for a second and and looked up at Cass and shrugged “can’t say that ever gave me a twitch Cass, zero interest at all.”

Cass nodded “I’ve met him a few times, no vibe at all honestly, not with you for sure. I’ll try to lead Caleb off that path.”

“I’m glad you’re going to get some time away from the practice.”

“I’ll be by for a trail ride soon enough.”

“I’ll look forward to it Cass and to tonight’s call. Text me when it’s getting close and. I’ll free up my time.”

“I sure will Amy, have a good afternoon.”

Amy walked back into the barn entrance and stopped by Finn who was rubbing a horse named Truck’s muzzle.

“Hey, what are we up to ?”

“Truck here is fine and needs his stall.”

“I’ll do that and what’s next ?”

“Hand washing and PBJ’s.” He answered untying his apron as Amy led Truck away to an empty stall. “We’ll finish after lunch.”

Amy washed first as Finn’s hands would take longer and in the interim she separated two hay bales from a stack and set them up facing each other over a third that was placed as a small table. Finn joined her a few minutes later with a large steel thermos in one hand and an old fashioned steel lunchbox in the other. He put them down on the center hay bale and moved the bale that was his seat, next to rather than across from Amy.

She smiled and watched as he turned back to his truck and pulled a thermal mug out of one of his cubby holes. She patted the bale next to her and he joined her.

“Strawberry or apricot ?” He said reaching for his lunchbox.

‘Smooth or crunchy ?”

He chuckled “does it matter ?”

She smiled back “not really, Lyndy hates crunchy, how about we go halfsies ?”

“Halfsies would be great” he said pulling out a baggie and slipping half a sandwich out while Amy spread two napkins she saw sitting in the box.

“Coffee ?” He asked.

“Of course.”

He poured and handed her the mug as opposed to the thermos lid and they tapped them together before sipping.

“Sorry if it’s strong, grandad’s into cowboy coffee.”

“I have one of those grandpa’s too and my dad, it’s fine.” Amy said followed by taking a bite and another sip. “You’re a good cook, just the right amount of of peanut butter.”

He laughed “Truth is Amy Fleming I am actually a competent cook, you ?”

“I’ve learned, Lyndy likes my cooking.”

“So is this like a lunch date ?” Finn asked glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

“Lunch date huh, as opposed to PBJ’s on a hay bale ?”

“As opposed to meeting for coffee, a lunch date would be moving forward so ……”

“Kind of a cheap date don’t you think ?”

“Well, it’s name brand peanut butter and I get the jam from Schrader’s Farm Stand so not as cheap as you think.”

“So Cass knows and we’re on a lunch date, hmmm, this is a big day for you Finn Cotter.”

“Considering I didn’t expect you to be here, let alone us spending the day together, it’s a pretty special day regardless Amy.”

Amy smiled, Finn was a sweet talker, she liked it. “We’ve been set up Finn.”

“Set up ?”

“Apparently, Lisa and Jessica think we’d make a good couple.”

“And ?”

“And I think they’re right.”

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@ravenfan1242​ You said short and it started short and well, it just became this the way only an open prompt can... I hope it’s remotely decent!!!

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Raven leaned against the table and under her light weight, Jason could swear the solid structure shifted. From the moment she arrived, brandishing an eco-friendly tote, she was weighted down. Even after relinquishing the heavy bag, she still seemed to sag into it.

"I'm worried, Jason."

"Raven, don't be," he offered quickly. "I mean, look around you, it's fine."

"No, it's not fine." A heavy sigh exited her body. "There's something else I'm forgetting... I just feel like I should do something... Something more."

"That's pretty clear." He pointed at the huge bag of groceries on the kitchen counter. It was all organic and more than enough fodder to sustain two down and out Jason Todds for a month. Completely and utterly unnecessary. But, if you spent enough time brushing the tuxedo-covered and satin gloved elbows of the Gotham elite, you grew familiar with the concept of overcompensation. "I don't know why you're worried. I have everything I need here - and some. Oh and good morning - by the way."

Her blue-violet eyes narrowed and then ran their lap around the space for about the eighth time. "Natural light... That's the problem." She wrung her hands together. "There's no natural light... But, I should have figured that bulbs alone weren't enough."

"You think I need exposure to sunlight? That's certainly rich." Jason's chin jutted in her direction. "It really means so much coming from you." The half-demon's pallor was pretty standout in the tight black v-neck, more than usual, which was saying something. It was like someone had flipped a switch to change the settings to negative, then pointed it solely on her, leaving the colors of her skin and sweater equally inverted.

"You're vitamin D deficient - probably... Definitely. Or you will be..." Once more, she fussed about the beige corded string tote. She held up the carton of milk and then a container of yogurt, examining percentages, as if expecting these offerings to remedy the problem in the short term.

Jason half considered telling her she'd do well to down a glass or a spoonful herself, but he held his tongue. This was clearly about alleviating what she could, so as not to focus on the real problem.

"Underground to underground bunker...?" Jason stretched his arms behind his head leaning back onto the small couch in the hideout. "I can't help but consider this a vast improvement." The space was so very much like a studio. So it was practically palatial compared to his previous digs in the cemetery. He barely stifled a scoff as he contemplated yet another bitter realty. B couldn't be bothered to spring for a bloody crypt. It was probably confirmation of where he ranked. What did it matter? There was a revolving door of Robins anyway.

"So, I suppose... it can't be helped," she said somberly.

"Exactly. If you've been deep down enough, natural light becomes a cursory concern." It was meant to be an offhand remark, as he was sure she knew what lay underneath the earth's surface better than most. But Jason watched as the daughter of Trigon actually flinched. She was quivering slightly with her small shoulders starting to shake. Some part of this had to be beyond her, it was the only way for someone so powerful to seem so fragile.

Raven was the only one who could say with certainty that Jason Todd's coffin in Gotham Cemetery was empty.

The hardest part was supposed to be over, but neither of them really knew what was going to happen now.

Would he have good days and bad days? Or just all bad? What were the long-term after effects?

He could try to be proactive and take some preemptive actions. Perhaps he could borrow a leaflet from the shelf of one Raven Roth and start meditating to pinion the chaotic churn burgeoning inside him.

Steady the mind... You are neither a puppet nor a proponent of mania, or the voices inside...

He had a couple of chants he was mulling over. Raven knew the value of a good chant.

She also knew what it was like to have multiple forces pressing themselves upon her at any given time. Sometimes literally.

But the occasional moment in front of the crimson and gold strewn sky of dawn, brought her solace.

She'd told him that once, so he could believe it.

Maybe if he too could feel the sunlight, smell dewy grass, or hear the chirping of birds, it would make him feel less apart from the world. Or maybe he would just feel more strange and inhuman, like he was something indecent that didn't belong. And all the organic groceries and housewares in the world wouldn't be enough to rehabilitate the reanimated corpse of Jason Todd. Though Raven sure seemed willing to try.

Wait.

Did she really?

He sat up straight and craned his neck, not believing it. Among the health food items, Jason saw a flash of bright packaging. An orange tin of biscuits. He also spied a familiar looking paper carton. Well, well. Cigarettes.

Circumstances aside, wasn't Raven a do-gooder supreme, even among her fellow Titans? She didn't strike him as one to approve of cigarettes. They kill and all that. Though now she probably figured what was the harm? And he had to painfully agree.

In a state of delirium, he vaguely recalled mentioning something about a smoke. But how on earth did Raven find his favorite English biscuits? His weakness for Hobnobs was something he figured only Alfred knew about.

How did she always know?

Perhaps Raven had seen a small package on his place setting while visiting the manor and filed it away somewhere. In, but never out, she was Fort Knox. And like a fortress, one rarely ever knew what lay within her walls.

Hmm. A cigarette, black coffee and a biscuit for breakfast. Yes, the familiarity of it sounded comforting. Made the place feel downright homey. And suddenly Jason wanted her closer to him, to hold her, at the most. At the least, reach for her hand to squeeze it, if not to reassure her that she had done more than she could ever know.

"It's nice - the blanket... Wool, right?" He patted the soft blue throw resting over the back of the couch, another furnishing, courtesy of Raven. She pursed her lips, probably thinking he was being facetious again. "But, really. I appreciate this - and the food. Didn't I make that clear?"

"No, you didn't." She thumped the back of the couch, now hovering above Jason. "But, of course that would mean that nothing has changed."

"So..." A smirk spread onto his face, as he replayed the last fifteen minutes of their conversation. "That Vitamin D..." Raven blinked slowly, then rapidly, her expression no longer blank. "Being that you're a bit of a recluse, I always guessed that it's pretty difficult to come by... Is that by choice, or -"

"Raven?"

But the half-demon's body stood frozen like a statue. It was always so sudden and swift when it happened. Jason watched helplessly as the emotions arisen from her depths started to vanish themselves. The bloom of red left her face almost as quickly as it had come.

"Raven?"

It was utterly useless to even try. She was somewhere else now. On another plane - a private one - somewhere beyond this secret room to another. Raven was speaking with people he couldn't see and having conversations he couldn't hear. The severe line of her mouth softened and then curved over, as she bit her lip to stifle a tiny smile.

Well that was just great.

Currently, she was holding back a laugh at a joke that wasn't his. So, not people, a person. The only person it could be. And that man's timing was nothing if not spot on.

He stood up abruptly and -

Wait, was it even abrupt if no one noticed?

Who was to say?

But Jason wasn't going to sit around and wait for her to thaw. He figured he'd at least just pick up where she left off. He shot one more glance at Raven before he opened the empty fridge and filed in milk, eggs, and cheese. Huh. She'd gotten mild cheddar, not sharp.

Did anything at all get by her?

Of course, the fall of footsteps meant she was cooked. Defrosted, no longer in suspended animation. She glanced back and forth, calling out when she didn't see him.

"Jason... Jason?"

"Polo. It's not the manor. There's only one door and it's for the bathroom." That was harsher than he meant it to be. He stopped and sighed. "It was him, wasn't it?"

This was Raven, she didn't often lie, not even to spare feelings. "Yes. He... uh..." She paused for a while. Longer than was necessary. Five whole minutes went by. Was she conversing with him again? "Sorry... That was him. Dick hadn't seen me this morning and he seemed worried."

What did he somehow forget what Raven looked like?

Not likely.

Besides, didn't a mind meld render the need for that redundant? Or did theirs not work that way?

"Twice in twenty minutes, that's got to be serious."

"Well... Yes." She shrunk inwardly, holding herself tightly, amethyst orbs darted to the very corner of her eyes. It was the kind of shape someone twisted themselves into when prefacing a breach of something uncomfortable. "He wanted to make sure I was coming."

"Coming? To what - Birdy Book club?" Jason picked up another package. More cheese? Shredded and sliced in addition to the wedge. And Gods, was there crumbled in there too? He was perfectly capable of slicing or shredding or crumbling his own cheese. After all, he was well-versed in knife handling and had plenty of interesting shapes to carve things into.

Or had Raven removed all the sharp objects and replaced them with throw pillows?

"I told you." He shrugged. "You forgot? It's today." Then Raven's voice went low and quiet, as if she were about to speak about something improper. "It's the opening of the..." She swallowed. "Memorial today..."

The memorial.

His memorial.

Of course, he forgot, he hadn't wanted to think about it.

A can of tomatoes slid from his shaking palm and started to roll past his feet. The ghostly burn of verdant followed the steady path of the cylinder, until it bumped into the couch's leg, unable to go on unaided.

"Yeah..." he said after a while. When Raven didn't move, he nodded. "You should go..." He attempted what he believed to be an encouraging smile. Raven winced and Jason wished she wouldn't. He almost preferred pity. "You definitely have to go to that, don't you?"

"Well, yes I have to go. As a Titan and a friend of the family. I have to go and show my face." The half-demon avoided his gaze.

In spite everything that was thrown at her, Raven did the right thing. Why was it that he always seemed to say and do the wrong thing? He could feel a pull towards it now. Amplified. Not lulling like white noise. Loudly, it was rising, roaring in his ears. Burning, red noise.

All he could think about was why? Why this? Why today? And was he seriously unpacking groceries, when he should be in a grave?

What the hell was he doing?

When he shut the fridge, Raven was standing next to it, with her eyes glazed over, nodding at that which he couldn't see.

And she was talking to him again. In the middle of their conversation.

Perfect.

Raven was on it. She was taking care of everything. And everyone. This was best for everyone right now.

But that certainly didn't mean he had to be happy about it.

Raven would climb out of here once this was over. She could go out there and stand in the bright light - with him and their friends and family. Jason was stuck in a damned bunker and what did he get? A tin of biscuits and a pack of cigarettes. Concrete walls. Stale air. No sun. In his former life, Jason had never fully appreciated the sun or the air. He glared at the spotless, dustless, windowless room.

Was she really going to go off and fake it for the world?

And was he going to stay here underground, like he was dead - or as good as?

"Go, I'm all set here," Jason tried flatly. "You can go and put on a dress. Stand there at Dick's shoulder...let him hold your hand."

He had tried his hardest not to think about what his memorial would be like. And now, he couldn't help but picture it.

The specter of Jason Todd would hang silently above those in attendance. But since he wasn't dead, perhaps the only shadows would be cast by this latest slab of stone. Would it be a statue or a sculpture or an engraved tablet? He hoped this one would at least have a better inscription than the one in the cemetery.

Something like:

Jason Todd.

Never fully at rest in life or in death.

The war wages on.

Eternal.

A little noise ripped the image from him. Raven was staring at him with her eyes widened and shocked. She hadn't ever looked at him like that. Not even when she saw him covered in graveyard soil, suit torn to shreds, body broken. The empath faltered and took a clumsy step backward.

"Are you scared of me, Raven?" He felt worse than terrible. "Where is all that talk about not giving up and not letting go?"

"Gods. There's no doubt you're the same Jason. Still the same arrogant -" She clenched a fist. Was she contemplating shoving him? No. Ironically enough, he was too breakable.

"-ass with a selective filter, you mean?" Jason laughed, though the humorless sound of it was probably cruel. "That's crass of you, Raven. Don't they teach you not to speak ill of the dead in other dimensions? Better practice up on that custom before you step out of the town car."

"Stop it." She reached for him, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt. It was just a hair too big. Because there was a side effect that they could count on: atrophy. Notably, it was one of his least favorite. "It's not me you're mad at. But it is your day. So you can yell, or throw things, and...you can cry if you want to." Her eyes were brimming over with tears enough for the both of them.

He swallowed, wondering if it was too much, if she was taking on too much.

"Crying already?" Jason tried to smirk if not fall back into usual patterns, but he was finding it exceedingly difficult. He had never seen her cry, not even when she was brushing the dirt from his face. "Don't waste it all here. I know they're for me, but... I think you'll need to save some of those, for later."

"Yeah, I do." And then she laughed bitterly. Miserably.

She wiped her face on her sweater sleeve right as Jason felt a sharp impulse to brush them away for her. He ground his teeth. "You'll give 'em a good show - for me?"

"I won't have to, Jason." There was no need to glance at her to know the mask of Raven that everyone knew was back in place.

"Because... it won't be a show."

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Name: Alex, or rose but i think im gonna have that as my middle name

Gender: trans girl

Star Sign: scorpio

Height: 6′2″ish

Time: 22:09

Birthday: 3rd November 2002

Favorite bands: rn the longest johns, they do sea shanties, check out their cover of “the wellerman” (the tik tok shanty) but a more long stading favourite would be nothing but theives.

Favorite solo artists: im not sure that i know of many, or quite what they are. Prince maybe? p sure he made his first album alone.

Last movie: Die hard (on christmas eve)

Last show: Hilda, its a cute cartoon with a cool world, and id reccomend it.

When did I create this blog: uhh pretty sure i first made a tumblr in like 2016? when i first got a phone, but then i locked myself out at some point and made this one

What I post: whatever comes across my dash and i like, its an assortment.

Last thing I googled: what a solo artist is, sorry

Other blogs: nope

Do I get asks: not all that many, most of them from lucy which i appreacite but suck at answering, thanks for all of them!

Why I chose my url: my brother and i went through a phase where we would just say blap to each other, so to offer me a glass of orange juice hed say blap why holding out the carton, then id nod and say blap back, basically blappery became my usual username meaning something like a whole lotta nothing

Following: 690 dang i spend too much time on here

Followers: 100, getting nice round numbers today folks

Average hours of sleep: sleep schedule? never heard of her, last night i went to bed at 10pm, that morning i went to sleep at 7am, the day before that at 3am. when im normal i get like 7 1/2 hrs but that hasnt been the case for a while now.

Instruments: i used to play trumpet, which i enjoyed but am glad i stopped, now im learning bass! just got one a bit ago and im enjoying it a lot!

What I'm wearing: a soft maroon shirt, short leather shirt, tights, flats and my aroace rings

Dream job(s): hmm maybe baker. or software engineer maybe, lets hope so bc its likely going to be the one i do

Dream trip: im not much of a traveller but i would want to explore, hill climb and camp n stuff with a couple close friends. just walking through forests and glens all day chatting shit and singing poorly.

Favorite food: its all great but bean enchiladas all the way, its like 3 bean chilli in wraps with yogurts cheese hot sauce and jalepenos on and its glorious.

Nationality: Scottish/Engl*sh (i know its tragic)

Favorite song: uh rn its ever new by beverly glenn-copeland, but i have quite a few faves

Last book: a joe abercrombie series starting with the blade itself, it was alright but theres only one woman in it who isnt a love interest so i would not rate the writer. this is a 5 way narrative btw. ive enjoyed it though.

Top 3 fictional universes: hmm the elder scrolls bc ive played too much of it, RWBY love the way semblances work, its the only show ive made ocs for, and bloodborne bc its hot girl shit.

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