#how do you make pasteles vegan

[timeoutsoup]

Dig You A Grave Part 2

(Again thank you for @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 for the prompt. Also shout out to @spoopyspoony for the hilarious tag)

Klarion had succeeded in his mission of obtaining the tome for The Light, but at a heavy cost to himself.

Teekl had emerged from the Mayor’s Mansion having successfully gotten the book, only to be seen by the junior justice babies. They divided their attacks between him and his beloved familiar. In the end he was able to grab the book as he a Teekl were separated by a blast. Deciding to lead the heroes away and return for his beloved feline, Klarion took to the sky. Once he knew it was safe to return, the witch boy began his search for Teekl.

It had been three days and Klarion had not found her yet. Anger and worry clouded his vision, as he continued his search.

The powerful witch boy was getting sick of the light. All they cared about was their stupid plan. They kept the Lord of Chaos on a short leash, gave him rules to follow, and had him run errands, like some servant. And to top it all off none of them had cared the Teekl was missing. Savage had the audacity to tell him to just find a new one, as if that man had any power over him. He decided to find Teekl and then make his decision about the light.

The Day Before

Danny was excited about fostering the cat he found. She was so sweet, and really well trained. He didn’t even know cats could be trained. His parents had let him foster the cat, when he explained how he had stumbled upon her after the ghost fight. Also mentioning how the feline had orange fur, and it reminded him of Jazz, didn’t hurt either.

Sam and Tucker had joined him when he went to the pet store to pick up items for his new house guest.

“What if she doesn’t like anything?” Danny worried.

“Simple we will donate what we can to shelters and local rescues and come back and get different items.” Sam replied as she grabbed a bag of Churu’s off the wall.

“More importantly, since when do you buy meat products?” Tucker asked, raising a brow at Sam.

“While cats are omnivores, they eat mostly meat. Just because I am a vegan doesn’t mean I’m going to make a poor animal suffer and deny it proper nutrition.” Sam replied, giving Tucker a look.

“Huh, I didn’t know that. Maybe I should pick up a book or two on cats while we are here.” Danny said, pushing the cart down the aisle.

If Sam decided her parents should foot the bill after they had tried to replace her favorite combat boots with pastel pink kitten heels, who were the boys to complain about the Manson’s generous donation for this poor, injured kitty. They got everything, wet food, dry food, bowls for food and water, a water fountain bowl, treats in all shapes and sizes, a wool cat cave bed, a cat tree, toy and more.

Once Teekl (she had a collar with her name on the tag) had been released from the vet, which the Manson’s also paid for, Danny took her straight home, hopeful she liked it. He read the book they got and followed the vet’s advice to start by introducing her in a small safe area. The upstairs bathroom was perfect because only he really used it now that Jazz was off at college. Not everything they bought would fit into the bathroom, so Danny made the decision to put the necessities and a few extras. No matter how funny Tock found it he was not putting the cat tree in there. Carpet in the bathroom is disgusting. Just the simple ceramic food and matching water dish, the new litter box, and the shirt he was wearing when he rescued her, on top of an old pillow that smelled like Danny.

Opening the carrier, Danny watched as Teekl walked out, examining her new surroundings. She gave a courteous sniff to the food, took a few laps of water, and then plopped herself down onto her makeshift bed. Confused but happy that she felt comfortable, Danny continued to watch, making sure she was comfortable.

After a few minutes Danny left her to her own to finish settling in, making sure to close the door. Returning to his room to finish setting all the cat supplies up. Placing a bed between his dresser and the wall so she could hide in comfort. The cat tree between his bed and the window, so she can sun herself, as well as use it like steps to get on his bed. The water fountain off to the side, on a rubber mat, and her food bowl near by but not too close. And a basket, holding a variety of toys slide nicely under his bed.

Checking his watch, the young halfa decided to check on his furry little house guest again. Standing up, and turning around, the ghost boy is shocked. There sitting in his doorway, cleaning their paw without a care in the world, is Teekl.

“Well, I guess you’ve adjusted to being here then.” Danny muttered, leaning down to pick up the orange tabby. Surprised that she not only let him pick her up, but began to purr, he turned around and began to how her his room.

By the end of the day Teekl was sunning herself in the last rays of sunlight as Danny finished up his homework for school tomorrow. It was a nice relaxing moment in his hectic life. He began dissociating and didn’t notice the cat in his lap until she began to headbutt his chin. Blinking back to the present Danny looked down and smiled, gently petting the purring feline. He knows that eventually Teekl’s owner will come for her, and he does want her to be returned, but another part of him wants her to stay with him forever.

Waking up to a warm, purring cat on his chest has to be one of the best feelings in the world. Danny doesn’t want this moment to end really. He feels like a normal teenager for the first time in a long while.

Trying not to dwell on the fact that he isn’t normal, the teen gently gets up to start his day. Teekl decides to lay in the warm spot he just left.

Danny dressed quickly, rushing through his morning routine, making sure he had enough time to take care of Teekl before he rushed off. After checking everything, and topping off her food in water, Danny crouched down beside his bed, eye level with the sweet tabby.

“Alright cutie, I have to go to school now. I topped off your food and water. There are plenty of comfy and warm places to take a nap. Stay out of the fridge. I’m pretty sure the hotdogs have overthrown the ham. Also stay out of the basement. It’s dangerous and my parents wouldn’t know lab safety if it bit them.” Danny stated as he rubbed her head.

He stood up. Two rings of bright light engulfed him, and a moment later a teen in a black and white hazmat suit, white hair that seemed to move with no wind, and a pair of glowing green eyes.

“I’ll be back after school.” Danny said with a wave, turning intangible as he rushed off to school.

In his hurry he didn’t notice the glint in feline’s eye as he rushed off to school. Softly jumping down from the bed, she made her way to the door and down the stairs, only stopping for a bit of food and a drink of water.

Teekl would have usually returned as quickly as possible to Klarion, but this time was different. The being that helped her had smelled of death and power, and she was curious, after all she was a cat.

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Danny had made it to school on time for once, and was able to grab some food before class started.

“Wow you're on time for once.” Tucker snickered.

“Yeah, I woke up early to take care of Teeks, and no ghosts, so I also grabbed breakfast.” Danny bragged.

“Teeks? You already gave her a nickname? Danny, you know she’s not your cat.” Sam stated.

“I know. It’s just a nickname, don't worry.” Danny replied as he turned toward the board as the bell range.

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By lunch Danny was bored and missed Teekl. His idea of sneaking out and checking on her during lunch got thrown out as his ghost sense went off. Lunch Lady was back and had taken over the cafeteria. Ducking for cover behind an overturned table, he peered out to a scene that made his blood run cold.

“No animals in the cafeteria!” Shrieked the ghost, hurling meat at an orange tabby. “Get out now or I’ll turn you into meatloaf.”

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Klarion had been flying around for hours searching for his familiar and he had finally tracked her down to a school. Racing down the hall, dodging fleeing teenagers, he finally reached a set over double doors, flung them open and was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The black-haired teen, who had asked him out during his fight with Young Justice was standing on a pile of meat, holding his beloved familiar, and wielding what looked like a thermos that was sucking up a ghost wearing a hair net. A truly chaotic site to behold.

After capping the strange device, the interesting blue-eyed boy turns to the remaining occupants of the room and opened his mouth.

“I have only had Teekl for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I thermos everyone in this room, and then myself.”

[msfbgraves]

What is it about Terry that makes him so hot? Is it the way he looks? His demeanor? Character?

Despite the obvious fact that TIG is sex on legs, Terry has character. He's handsome and rich, sure, but he is smart, sophisticated and very, very driven. He's a hard worker and talented man to become such an accomplished martial artist, entrepreneur and pianist. That piano piece is insanely difficult. He's demanding but he can back it up. He is powerful. He is demonstrably resilient. I think he's exacting to be around because he cannot be chill about anything, he even goes the extra mile on being Chill. Beach view. Calming colours. Soothing art, soothing music, vegan diets, camel tones, pastels, cushions, long flowing hair - calm down, man! You also know everything in that house is solar powered, ethically sourced, et cetera. How many people do we know like that? If he wasn't also just slightly insane, he would be a very appealing person to be around. Very few people have his mental strength to match the physical.

[mygainyear2024]

Day 5 putting out the garbage!

I didn't have much planned today. Portimão market was my first stop. This is where I needed some Portugese as google translate didn't quite work for me at the cheese shop, trying to enquire about vintage cheddar, but thankfully aged was understood. I also just had to guess everything I bought wasn't going to break the bank as the pricing system was a tad confusing.

Aside from the cheese I purchased some bread, pastel de nata, veg, chicken breast and my first tin of sardines and had a yummy lunch with wine at the apartment. I will definitely go back for fresh fish, not sure I'm equipped to deal with whole fish. I nearly bought a whole chicken, but then cycled through how I would prepare it and store it and get it eaten with my various restaurant plans ;)

Next stop, The Bakery Garden. The owner saw my early message on FB and reached out to let me know about her cafe. She sounded like an Aussie, and so I assumed I might get a decent latte. But sadly no, a vegan cafe with no cows milk, which ordinarily is no problem, but the coffee was too hot and the milk not foamy. I won't be going back for the boston bun she offered to make me, or lamingtons, or anything, if I gave her enough notice. How did she know I grew up on boston buns - and no need to order one from a vegan cafe in Portugal when Dad can make them for me.

The challenge for today was to tackle the garbage scenario, fearing I had not separated everything into all the piles and would be caught out by a neighbour with nothing better to do than to monitor the bins! I disposed of the plastic bottles and glass bottles, they were easily identified. Strangely when I opened the lid to the glass bin, it was bottomless and all the glass was broken in a shallow well at the bottom. The third option was paper, whoops, maybe this is for all that toilet paper I've been flushing? And the last option where there were more bins looked like they were for undies!! I will take a picture of the signange tomorrow and let you be the judge! I did ask an older english dude outside the local supermarket and he told me just to look at the pictures, duh! Maybe he doesn't put out the garbage?

It was a bit windy today and after some wine at lunch I thought I might have a nap, but sleep evaded me, so I booked a few things, a tile painting class, lunch at a vineyard, a wine tour in Duoro when I head there and a couple of dates with women who responded to my FB posts. One of them is coming with me to the vineyard later in April. We haven't met yet, hopefully it's not an awkward first date!

I ended the day with Body Attack at the gym. Roberto was very rambunctious. He had the older women eating out of his hands. I think one of them was put out by my presence as she didn't hesitate to bump into me during the class and didn't care to apologise. Little did she know I'm having a gap year from Ricardos and I am no threat!

I've finished Emily in Paris, now watching The Gentemen, interesting drama. Looking forward to a big day in Lagos tomorrow.

[nvrcmplt]

PGSD Diets

Due to a Pastel Doll’s lack of need to urinate, defecate and all the other things human bodies produce with food consumption; the “purpose” of consuming foods is often questioned by potential buyers.

Though it is possible to have a Doll and not allow them to eat for the pure ‘sado-masochistic’ needs of watching a creature starve to death and/or for a power-trip / reward system to be made; it is often urged to allow the dolls to feed on at least a basic food groups:

Water Grain, ( Brown Bread, Granola, Muesli ) Protein ( Red meats & Milk & Yoghurts ) Any Fruits & Vegetables. Sugar ( Chocolate, Syrups, Candy sauces etcetc )

Frederick von Reinhardt - the Creator of pgsd’s explains in future now magazine.

“Feeding your doll, like any other living creature, is welcomed and a good practice to keep yourself and your doll in a routine. It helps the doll hyper-focus on their tasks for the day, helps them plan their schedules mentally and on paper if that’s they’ve been ordered to do. Do not think of them as just one purpose creations; they are family integrating, orientated to be a part of something bigger.

Consuming food is a purpose within a purpose. We, humans, feed to stay alive, for health benefits and for comfort. The dolls are the exact same; but better. Whilst we humans have issues with certain foods and or smells or tastes, a doll sees and consumes food like a car with petrol. It needs it to function in a stable and well oiled manner.  By all means ( laugh ), starve them, beat them, destroy them - use food as a reward system or a punishment, but keep in mind that a ‘healthy’ doll is a ‘healthy’ lifestyle for not only them, but yourself too.

They are better than any pet, once given the freedom of a kitchen; they will feed when they deem it necessary; if they are allowed this freedom. They will not say no to food; processed, junk, vegan, vegetarian, whatever diet you wish to share with them. Yes; a doll may have preferences; but it is down to you; the owner, to let them experience food as a whole like any creature on this planet.

Foods in dolls; goes straight to blood production; unlike humans who have several routes for foods to take in the body; dolls have a higher stomach acidity; only when eating, this liquid destroys everything within the fluids; before ‘drying out’, in a broad term. The food consume goes straight to the blood system; thickening, thinning out, replacing lost blood cells or healing wounds that are hidden from the eyes. The chemical make-up is a bit complicated for this interview; but I promise you; nothing goes to waste. Dolls do not need to eat vegetables for better nails or better eyesight; it’s wasted on them in a sense of humane benefits; but they ( vegetables ) will aid in making sure that the blood colour is correct; that the taste of their blood is balanced, that the consistency is how you ordered it.”

In layman terms; food is essential for keeping a Gore Doll ‘up and running’, without it, they can become slower, less reactive, have ‘decreasing health’, can and will ‘shut down’ to a point without the ‘energy’ and ‘revival of blood’ in their systems. A doll can not DIE in the same fashion humans do, they can survive for years without food, but their performance severally falters at the lack of energy.

Feed the Dolls.

// connected/shared lore only with @confettiguts

[littlewalken]

nov 15

Tried to do some colored pencil stuff yesterday and was reminded it's been some time since I've played with them in a non coloring book way. I don't do them the same way and we'll just leave it at that.

Got to look at it as I have an extra set of Derwent Chromaflow pencils for a gift exchange incase I end up in one. They're the above studio but not specialty line. Basically any of their colored pencils that aren't the hexagonal studio/artist (green barrel or black and white set) because it's the same core just thinner or thicker or the Chromaflow or the slightly fancier Procolor I'd generally say are "special" because they're either soft, have clay cores, lightfast/oil, pastel, charcoal, or a form of watercolor.

The studio/artist are hard and good for people who use a lot of pressure, the Coloursoft are soft like what Prismacolor should be if it had quality control but better, Lightfast are translucent, the soft drawing orange barrel are for Gashir artists because it'll have all the colors you'll need for them.

Trying to figure what we need to get done on our outing today. On one hand it's great living within five minutes of most places we need, walking distance if my body wasn't giving out on me, on the other we know how the big shopping center gets during gift season and we're figuring out ways to get home that don't require that intersection.

But we chose this neighborhood because the last one was no where near close to a grocery store and being I don't drive and have a history of shitty cars, but not this one, I want to be able to get to a grocery store on foot if I must. How did you know I grew up food insecure, managed to not have any sort of eating or weight disorder, and had an okay relationship with all that until we had to lock the fridge to keep the Life Ruiner from leaving the doors wide open, then add the summer of being homeless...

I'm still okay with food except for having to watch how much fish oil I have at any given time and not getting along with cruciferous vegetables. Fuck no I can't be vegan, I'm under doctor's orders to eat meat.

Going to try some more colored pencil stuff today. It's important to make art and do creative things without consequences.

[tripcabinet]

Unveiling the Charm of Tipsy Unicorn in Singapore

A Magical Ambiance

Whether you are feasting on the Medieval castle, or meeting the princess, at Tipsy Unicorn the fantasy realm starts from the time you walk in. The style combines fantasy and delicateness: pastel nuances, unicorn exhibits, and a few decorative elements that make the dreamy surroundings. Each turn is picture-perfect. Attracting both local people and tourists who desire to experience special dining integrates all the variations in cuisine.

Culinary Delights

Experiential Dining

Yes, amazing food and atmosphere are the signature features of Tipsy Unicorn. However, it is the exceptional dining experience that tips the scale. The visitors are allowed to practice their unicorn-decoration skills in cupcakes, making unicorn-themed crafts, and mixing their magical cocktails under the guidance of a master teacher. It is sheer entertainment plus a discovery journey as the place brings amazing experiences on every visit.

Events and Celebrations

Besides being one of the hubs for celebrations and other events, Tipsy Unicorn is also a prominent venue. Whether you have a birthday party, a bridal shower, or a corporate event, the magical environmental and top-rated hospitality services at this place are the best to prepare for the best moments ever. The staff team knows how to be at the top of their game in terms of details and preparation to the extent of associating each event with memorable experiences for the guests.

Finding Tipsy Unicorn

Tip1y Unicorn is a brick-and-mortar local restaurant in downtown Singapore’s busy culinary sector. It is handily reachable from different areas of the city. Whether you are going about town to visit the goodies or you are bound for this specific cafe, you will be so glad you tried to experience the delicious treats beyond the food.

Tipsy Unicorn’s Commitment to Sustainability

In addition to creating a magic atmosphere and offering mouth-watering treats, Tipsy Unicorn is pledged to the environment. The kitchen acquires local ingredients wherever possible, advocates environmentally friendly practices, and strives to curb any food waste. Visitors could flexibly let their imaginations run wild and happily eat without feeling guilty knowing that Tipsy Unicorn protecting the environment is the top priority.

FAQs about Tipsy Unicorn:

Is Tipsy Unicorn made for kids too?

Yes, moreover, our family-friendly bar is a place where we try to do good for the entire community including children of all ages. Dazzling table decorations and surprising dishes will make youngsters observe every small detail.

Are reservations required?

However, if you are a walk-in, it is better to make reservations, especially during peak hours, and to keep in mind that appointments are necessary or else you might be left out or might experience a lengthy waiting time.

If Tipsy Unicorn does or not offer vegan or vegetarian options?

Yes, Tipsy Unicorn’s menu consists of different vegetarian and vegan dishes, so that those guests, who either prefer some food types or have some other kinds forbidden, can as well appreciate this enchanting atmosphere of our cafe.

Whether your event is a big one or a small one, Tipsy Unicorn is a desirable place to be.

Certainly, Tipsy Unicorn Singapore Caters Individuals and Meets Large Group Demands with its Potential for Private Events. Politely ask for a group dining reservation or event information by contacting the restaurant in advance if required.

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In Conclusion

Tipsy Unicorn, Singapore, is not merely a restaurant but an enchanted journey where, together with fantasy and joys, food apples on the plate. Whether you are a foodie, a fan of unicorns, or someone seeking for different experience, Tipsy Unicorn is the place to be because your mind and senses will be taken to a whole new level. Creating memories to last your whole life. Plan your visit and be amazed by this great interactive talk!

[alexelcrafts]

Woven Leather Bags Online Buying Guide

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It could be challenging to discover Woven Leather Bags Online that is both fashionable and functional. The quantity of elegant and attractive purses available can mislead women. What consequently ought we to decide? A few aspects need to be taken into mind while purchasing a handbag.

Women can select the best Woven Leather Bags Online for them once they have a solid knowledge of the following aspects. In addition to the women's bag guide, this post offers a list of the most fashionable yet functional handbag gift ideas for women.

Ideal Weight & Size

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Caliber

Make sure the handbag is worth every penny and has the appropriate quality if you spend a lot of money on it. If you uncover a handbag of excellent quality, don't mind investing a few additional pounds because these bags endure longer than the less expensive ones. Examine the zippers and the stitching on all of the corners very thoroughly. Reading through the reviews is vital for consumers.

Content

You must choose shoulder bags for women online based on how you plan to use the handbag. Nowadays, the most sought-after bags on the market are those made of materials free from cruelty. Comparing vegan leather to genuine leather bags, the former is more inexpensive, more resilient, and more visually pleasant. Only a few firms follow suit and make Jute bags that are trendy and eco-friendly.

Colors

Your personality is determined by the colors you wear, and they also considerably influence the mood of the day. Neutral colors, like white, brown, and black, blend well with any ensemble. Although black used to be one of the most sought-after colors, customer purchasing preferences have altered to include pastel and dramatic hues. Vibrant shades like red and blue and delicate tones like dust pink and grey are ideal alternatives for regular use in the office. If you are a regular buyer, you may also track the latest color trends in the industry.

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Flexibility

A handbag must be adjustable enough to allow you to change it to match your wardrobe of the day swiftly! Your go-to choice for everyday travel is a tote bag. You are equally stylish and adept at organizing all the necessary work. Convertible bags are another choice that allows you to effortlessly modify how they look by adding or removing the strap.

Conclusion

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Best Places to Eat in Brooklyn

Introduction

The best food in Brooklyn is as varied as the borough itself. When you're thinking about where to eat in Brooklyn, you'll want to make sure that the restaurant has that unique Brooklyn vibe. That's why we've put together a list of the best places to eat in Greenpoint, Sunset Park, and Chinatown. You'll also find restaurants that serve up great pizza and desserts along with burgers and shakes from one of our favorite neighborhoods: Park Slope!

Pizza in Greenpoint

L&B Spumoni Gardens:

The best pizza in Greenpoint is at L&B Spumoni Gardens, a historic Italian restaurant with a menu that includes everything from veal parmigiana to eggplant parmigiana. The pizza itself comes in classic NYC-style slices or whole pies and can be topped with everything from pepperoni to sausage to mushrooms. Be sure to save room for some of their famous cannoli!

Di Fara Pizza:

If you want the most authentic slice of New York City-style pizza in Greenpoint, head over to Di Fara Pizza where lines are long but worth it! They're open until midnight on weekdays and 1 am on weekends (so go early if you want yours fresh). You'll find classics like cheese or pepperoni on top of an airy crust at this local favorite--but don't forget about the specialty options like broccoli rabe pie (pictured above) or eggplant Parmesan! Paulie Gee's

Mexican Food in Sunset Park

If you're vegetarian, vegan, or have food allergies and are looking for some delicious Mexican food in Brooklyn, look no further than Sunset Park. This neighborhood is well known for its wide variety of restaurants that offer fresh ingredients and authentic dishes. Many restaurants in Sunset Park offer gluten-free options as well as other healthy choices such as salads and soups.

It's also worth noting that Sunset Park has one of the highest concentrations of Mexican-Americans in New York City--meaning it's home to some great authentic cuisine!

Dim Sum in Chinatown

Dim sum is a type of Chinese food, served in small bite-sized portions. It's traditionally served in bamboo baskets or steamer baskets, but you can also find it in deep-fried dough pockets.

Dim sum is often eaten for breakfast or brunch and usually consists of savory dishes such as dumplings, buns, pancakes, and other pastries along with sweet desserts like pastel de nata (custard tarts).

Pizza and Desserts in Red Hook

Carmine's

Barracuda

Salvatore Pizzeria (Get the Margherita)

Franny's (The pizzas are made in a wood-burning oven and have unique toppings, like eggplant and ricotta or gruyere cheese.)

Marco's Pizza (There are several locations around the city and they're open late!)

Pizza di Scarola (This place has a great selection of pies with fresh ingredients.) If you're looking for something different, try their broccoli rabe pizza--it won't disappoint!

Michal Zidkyahu, MA

Michal Zidkyahu, MA is the owner of St. John's Park Slope. He graduated from Harvard University in 2009 and has been running his restaurant for five years.

St. John's Park Slope has a variety of foods that will appeal to any palate: breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert! They also have beverages such as coffee and tea if you want something other than food!

St. John's Park Slope

St. John's Park Slope is the place to go for good food and a good atmosphere. It's great for groups, kids and birthdays, or any special occasion. The staff are friendly and accommodating, but don't be fooled: they know how to cook! The food here is delicious and reasonably priced--you can enjoy a three-course meal for $30 per person (not including drinks).

The interior is decorated with exposed brick walls, wooden floors, and hanging lights that give off a cozy vibe while still being bright enough to see your plate at night time. There are also large windows which let plenty of natural light in during the day so there's no need for dimming lamps or candles like other restaurants would do when being crowded by hungry patrons after 6 pm on weekdays when most people go home from work

Conclusion

If you're looking for a delicious meal in Brooklyn, these are some of the best places to eat. Whether you want pizza, burgers, or dim sum, there's something on this list that will satisfy your craving.

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[anathe-witch]

Hello! I hope you don’t mind me adding on to this awesome and super helpful post; I’m new to Tumblr and don’t quite have a grasp on the “culture” of this app!

I just wanted to add some more Ostara associations for those who are very much allergic to pollen (like me):

Greenery!

If you have trees, bushes, shrubs—anything like those; they are great representations of renewal of life and growth!

Also, you can make a terrarium! I’ll make a separate post on how to do that shortly, it could be another super fun activity!

Wearing Colors!

A simple (color coordinated) outfit could be used as something like a glamour spell for Ostara! This is especially useful for closeted witches, I’d think!!

Some colors to consider could be…

Soft pastels, vibrant greens, or delicate shades of pinks and yellows!

(Please make sure your colors go with each other before leaving your home! Meaning, match your outfit!! No need to look a mess.)

Food!!

Anything dairy (vegan is also acceptable), egg product, or a combination thereof; and especially seasonal veggies!

I have a few recipes I like to make, myself! I’ll link them to this post by their titles!

Animals!

I feel that everyone is already at least somewhat familiar with the hare being an animal of Ostara; however chicks and ducklings are also very much symbols of new life!

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Thanks for making the original post, @enchantedwitchling !! And also thank you to everyone who read my small addition!! If anyone has any questions, feel free to reach out!! My pm, and ask box is always open!

Celebrating Ostara: A Witch's Guide to the Spring Equinox.

🌸🌞🌿

As the wheel of the year turns to the spring equinox, we welcome Ostara, a time of balance, renewal, and the awakening of the Earth. Celebrated around March 20th, Ostara marks the moment when day and night are equal, heralding the arrival of longer days and the blossoming of spring. Let's explore the essence of Ostara, how witches celebrate this vibrant festival, and discover rituals, spells, and traditions to honor this season of growth and rebirth.

What is Ostara?

Ostara, named after the Germanic goddess Eostre, symbolizes fertility, new beginnings, and the balance between light and dark. It is a time to celebrate the Earth's renewal and the budding potential in every living thing.

How Do Witches Celebrate Ostara?

Witches celebrate Ostara by honoring the balance of light and dark, planting seeds, and engaging in rituals that emphasize growth, fertility, and new beginnings. It’s a time to connect with nature, embrace creativity, and set intentions for the coming months.

Rituals and Spells for Ostara:

🌱 Seed Planting Ritual: Plant seeds in your garden or in small pots indoors. As you plant, focus on the intentions you wish to grow and nurture throughout the year.

🌸 Flower Crown Creation: Make a flower crown using fresh blooms and greenery. Wear it during your rituals or celebrations to connect with the energy of spring.

🔥 Equinox Meditation: Meditate on the balance of light and dark within yourself and the world. Visualize harmonizing these energies, bringing balance and clarity to your life.

🕯️ Egg Magic: Decorate eggs with symbols of fertility and abundance. Use them in rituals or place them on your altar as a symbol of new beginnings.

🌿 Nature Walk and Foraging: Take a walk in nature to connect with the Earth’s awakening. Collect natural items like flowers, herbs, and stones to use in your rituals and spells.

Ostara and Sacred Symbols

🌸 Flowers and Eggs: Symbols of fertility, rebirth, and new life. Use them to decorate your altar and home, and incorporate them into your rituals.

🌞 The Sun: Representing the growing strength of the light and the return of warmth. Honor the sun with sun symbols, yellow and gold candles, and sun-inspired art.

🌱 Seeds and Sprouts: Emblems of potential and new growth. Plant them with intention and watch them flourish as the season progresses.

Other Ostara Traditions

🥚 Egg Hunts: Organize an egg hunt for children or adults. Hide decorated eggs, symbolizing the search for new opportunities and the joy of discovery.

🧹 Spring Cleaning: Clean and cleanse your home to clear away winter's stagnation. Use this time to refresh your living space and invite in the energy of renewal.

🍽️ Feasting: Share a meal with seasonal foods like fresh greens, eggs, sprouts, and seeds. Celebrate the abundance and nourishment of the Earth.

🎨 Creative Expression: Embrace the creative energy of spring by engaging in artistic activities like painting, crafting, or writing.

Ostara is a time to honor the balance of nature, celebrate the Earth's renewal, and embrace the potential within ourselves. Whether through rituals, spells, or simply enjoying the beauty of spring, Ostara offers a moment to connect deeply with the cycles of life and the promise of new beginnings. As we celebrate Ostara, may the light and warmth of the season fill your heart with joy, may your intentions take root and flourish, and may the magic of spring inspire your spirit.

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my new traveler notebook by notebook therapy. 🥺🌸

REVIEW: first thoughts on the new sakura journey travel notebook by notebook therapy

phew! this thing is thicc! the paper is 160gsm. it’s great for paint and markers, but the inflexibility of the refills is something i’m not the biggest fan of. i ended up taking out one of the 3 inserts it came with just to help the journal lay flatter when i write in it. however, the super thicc/stiff notebook refill papers are assembled by being folded then sewn to the card stock covers, which makes it bulge at the seams and difficult to write on since you’re essentially writing on a curved surface. 🥲 the notebook is also larger than the midori travelers passport, and smaller than the standard, so you can’t use midori refills in this. 😭

other than that, i can see how the tsuki bujo paper thickness could be nice in a full sized a5 notebook! and as this is my first journal from notebook therapy, i’ve enjoyed actually being able to test their paper and see if i like it.

good news: it handles fountain pen ink well up to a Medium-Fine! Medium nibs and over start to show minor feathering (on par with HP32), but not enough to stop me from using firehose music nibs and broads! 😂 there’s also zero ghosting or bleed through. yay!

my favorite thing about this notebook is the cover. 🥰 it’s super soft and pink vegan leather with a simple gold foil cherry blossom for embellishment. i’ve been keeping an eye out for pastel pink travelers notebooks covers and could never find one i liked! but when i saw this, I HAD TO BUY IT.

in the future, i’ll probably just make my own refills (it’s pretty easy to do!) with tomoe river paper or HP32. the paper included is just too thick for me in this format. 🥲 but it’s so cute SO WHO CARES LOL. still gonna use it until it’s worn out! ♥️

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The First Kiss

Harry and Y/N go on their first date...will they finally become something more?

Word count: 4814

A/N: I know how much you all love breakout room and the follow up it's your birthday. I love writing them and it's been a while but do know they are doing well. this is nothing but sweet fluff. I do mention the vaccine and wearing masks which I hope you all are doing. it's important to stay safe and truly wish nothing but the best for you all. I love you xxx

please reblog and let me know your thoughts

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“Are you feeling good? I sent over a goodie basket.”

Harry giggled, loving how concerned you were. “I’m doing good, baby.” He sees you tuck your head into your sweater smiling, when he notices it’s the one he sent you in a goodie basket after you got your second shot of the vaccine.

It’s spring break, and Harry can finally say he is officially vaccinated after letting the mandated two weeks pass. It’s perfect timing, honestly, as he has been itching to finally see you in person again.

Your university let you know that they would begin to have vaccine dates open to students through an email that you quickly forwarded to Harry. You had to register to get a date for your first vaccine, and slots were filling up fast. You shot Harry multiple texts telling him what day you got and time, but you went without an answer for an hour which is weird, seeing as Harry never liked to leave you waiting more than five minutes.

By the time he got back to you, he had to wait two weeks, unlike you, who would be getting in only three days. You asked why he didn’t answer, and he said he was in class. You frowned because even then, he always answered. He then confessed he lost his phone in his apartment and didn’t have time to search for it.

You laughed about it, but he was disappointed because he wanted to see you. To give you a hug. To hold your hand.

After spending his birthday together, you both decided against meeting in person for safety even though you both wanted to, more than anything. You postponed your date to the future. Instead, you completed the group assignment through zoom meetings that led to facetime calls. After submitting the project and learning that you aced the assignment, well, you both caved in.

Harry gushed on how he always got B’s on the professor’s assignments, and to celebrate, he sent you a dozen cupcakes from the bakery that you never stop raving about located only three blocks from where you live. Then proceeded to call him over to celebrate and who was he to say no. Harry was shocked at how rich and full of flavor they were because he wasn’t aware it was vegan. Yet, it tasted better than anything he ever had. Harry realized why it was your favorite, promising to take you there in person to have your pick of favorites and not only red velvet and carrot cake because they were safe choices.

You couldn’t say you’ve been on a proper date with Harry, but you’d like to count all the zoom calls and facetime calls as dates not that you let Harry know it would only inflate his ego. You’d start a call to ask a question on assignments, and it would lead to sharing stories back and forth of what their favorite book was to where they would visit if they could go that very second. You loved how insightful he was, also liked how he used pastel highlighters to mark his annotations. Harry was a fan of how you always had a pencil in your hair or behind your ear. How you always had a snack on hand because you didn’t want to listen to professors without something to eat or you’d lose focus.

You were glad you’d be able to get together safely but also taking all the needed precautions. Safety is hot, as Harry liked to say all the time when you sent him photos of you wearing your masks.

“Yeah, like the basket?”

Harry grins, but it’s not as bright due to the lacking pixels of your laptop. He holds it up, having placed it in his lap. “I did love the bath bombs.”

You smile back at him, “Going to change your life. Self-care is important, bub. Even in the smallest ways as a bath.”

Harry nods, “I know, baby. The reason I remember to take deep breaths each morning, no longer eager to reach for my phone.”

“Proud of you.”

“And I of you, baby.”

Harry shines his dimples at you when you turn your head away at the sweet name he started calling you a few weeks ago. You adored it, honestly, but it always left you feeling flustered.

“H, please.”

“Baby, I like seeing you flustered.”

“You’re a menace.”

He shrugs, still giggling.

“How are Mitch and Sarah?”

“Wonderful, sickly in love as always. Spend their time at Sarah’s like composing together.”

“That’s sweet.” You lean in, smiling at him, “you know we should all hang out together. I get to meet Mitch properly and see Sarah again, and you’ll get to meet Amy.” You grow excited at the thought.

“Not before I get to see you.”

“H, we got to coordinate a day that works for all of us. No need to get jealous.”

“Not jealous.”

“Sure,” you reply sarcastically.

“Got to learn to share me with Amy. I cook her lunch and dinner; otherwise, she’d be nothing but a walking cadaver.”

“I want you to make me lunch and dinner,” he pouts.

“I can now that you’ve vaxxed.”

“That I am, so you are.”

“Yes,” you’re waiting for him to go on.

“Will you go on a date with me? Think we waited long enough, and if my feelings weren’t obvious enough, I like you and really want to take you out.” he rambles on.

You interrupt him knowing fully well he could go on for days, “I’d love to, Harry.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Yes, Harry.”

“Great. Friday then.”

“I’m free.”

“I know, know your schedule by heart.”

“Creep,” you gasp at the news.

“Shush, like you don’t have my classes added to your planner.” Your turn to pout.

“I like knowing your schedule, and they overlap.”

“I do too. Look forward to your messages every day between classes.”

“So Friday? What are you planning?”

“A picnic.”

You jump up in excitement, causing your laptop to fall back on your bed before you dive to save it. Harry yelling dramatically in the background as if you just dropped him.

“H, be quiet. You’re fine.”

“Dropped me, darling.”

“Dork.”

He mutters something in return, but you can’t hear him.

“So I’ll prepare lunch because you’ve told me once or twice that you’re hopeless in the kitchen.” Harry doesn’t even try to fight you because it’s true. “You’ll take care of drinks and desserts.”

“Seems like you’re planning the date,” he teases.

“I like picnics.”

“Well, I like you, so I’ll let you take over.”

Your smile turns soft, reaching your hand out as if you could reach in and caress him. “I like you, too. I can’t wait to give you a hug.”

“Counting down the hours.”

“Alright, you have class in ten, and you always struggle to log in.”

“Making me hang up. Not fair.” Harry frowns, debating skipping class for you.

“Don’t think about it, Styles.”

“Fine. Take care, baby.”

“Bye, H.”

A date.

You have a date with Harry.

Finally, it happened.

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You were nervous.

Why were you nervous? It was just Harry.

Harry, who wanted to date you from your first meeting, who emailed you asking you out, and who has not stopped talking to you since February. Constantly reminding you of his feelings for you. You hope he knew you felt the same, in texts and sending him little gifts even as small as writing him a letter.

You got up early today to prepare lunch. You decided on sandwiches, a non-messy meal, and Harry always said he wanted to try the bakery bread you use and not the basic store-bought. It was a bit pricey but not as much anymore because you had become a regular, meaning the sweet owner began giving you a discount, especially when finding out you're a student. Still, you always remember to leave a good tip. The turkey sandwiches were finished with cheese, lettuce, and tomatoes. Looked so good that Amy had one as you were making them. You made three and packed them up in your glass reusable containers.

Staring at the sandwiches, it felt like too little food when Harry had told you many times how much he enjoys eating, so you cleaned up and got to make a second meal. You decided on vegetable rice paper rolls. A favorite and easy meal to make that you enjoyed eating. It was packed with lettuce, avocado, cabbage, bell peppers, cucumbers, noodles, and fresh herbs. This was a meal your dad made you all the time as a child with the special slightly spicy peanut sauce that you could drizzle on top.

Harry was going to enjoy this, so you hoped. He promised to make strawberry lemonade. Assured you that it would not be store-bought, and you believed him. During one of your late conversations, he shared how his sister would make him some when she returned from uni. Reminds him of home, he would say.

After packing everything away in the fridge to keep it cool it was time to get ready. You stood in front of your closet for a good five minutes before you began to swipe through the hangers. You knew you wanted to wear a dress; it was warm weather and would only get hotter as the day went on.

You searched your entire closet, there were three options once you had decided on, but you called Amy in to make the final decison for you. She decided on the one sitting in the middle of your bed, which was exactly what you were thinking.

The dress was a white button-front high slit that fit you nicely. You hadn't used it in quite some time, seeing as when you left your apartment, it would be in leggings, sweats, and the first sweater you could slip on.

You couldn't stop looking in the mirror, loving how it flowed around you when you twirled. For accessories, you slipped on a gold ring that had a little heart on it and another that was a gift shaped like a small snake as it was going to scale down your finger. A simple heart locket gifted to you by your grandparents hung right above your cleavage. You decided to leave your hair natural, liking how it air-dried after the shower you had that morning.

There was no makeup on your face, just your favorite rosebud salve lip balm that left your lips soft. Amy insisted you put some on, but you stood firm in your decision, knowing you'd be wearing a mask and didn't want anything smudging.

You looked down at the time on your phone and knew it was time to head down, Harry said twelve, and you didn't want to make him come up to your apartment only to walk down the three levels again. You grabbed the picnic basket that was sitting in the back of yours and Amy's shared doorway closet and made sure to place everything neatly, leaving room for Harry's drink and stashing a bunch of napkins in for any accidents. Basket prepared, you slipped your sunglasses in your hair, placing your lavender tote bag with tiny embroidered daisies on your shoulder that contained sunscreen, your wallet, extra face masks, and a book Harry had told he had wanted to read.

Before opening your door, you put on the white mask that you embroidered sunflowers on. It was one of your favorites, and glad it complimented your look well. You walked down the stairs slowly, not wanting to drop the basket.

You walk out the front door and find Harry getting out of the yellow mask on his face. As you get closer, you can see it's the one you made him. It has bees on it, and embroidered on the left side is 'my honey.' Harry had turned quite pink when he opened the gift he got in the mail over facetime with her. You happily screenshot his reaction, happy to have it to look back on.

As soon as you reach him, it's as if all the nerves you had disappeared. Calm washes over you as he comes to stand in front of you. You can't see the smile he has, but the crinkles by his eyes prove he's just as happy to see you.

"Hi, Harry," you say, your eyes taking him all in.

Harry doesn't hide, he's checking you out, and you're thankful for the mask at the moment, able to hide how bashful you're feeling. "Hello, baby. You look gorgeous. I'm a lucky man."

"Yeah," you swayed side to side, "gave me a reason to dress up."

"Always beautiful, but I'm so glad to see more than just your shoulders." He laughs, and you join him.

"Look pretty, H. I had not seen this cardigan." You reach out, running a finger down over the pastel yellow cardigan that looks to be well-loved. He paired it with a plain white shirt that fits him loosely with Gucci denim trousers that he told you he found a few years ago when he was thrift shopping in London with his mother.

"No, brought it out just for you. Wanted it to match my favorite mask." Although he couldn't see it, you hoped your eyes were doing their job expressing your joy. "Let's put this basket in the trunk. Got a blanket and a few pillows as well as the lemonade."

"And the dessert?"

He chuckles, "and the dessert."

You place everything in the trunk, taking a step back for Harry to close it. He walks you over to your door, opening it for you, you offer a soft thank you, but before you get in, you turn to look at him.

"What is it, baby?"

You stare down at your ribbon-tied wedges before looking up into his piercing green eyes. "Can I have a hug? I just--I'm really happy to see you."

Harry falters for a second before answering, "of course, come here." He's quick to bring you in for a hug, and it feels like home. It's comfortable, and you can't believe you haven't hugged him since February, a good two months ago, when it has honestly felt like a lifetime. "I would have earlier, but when you came out, you truly shocked me with how amazing you looked."

You just hug him tighter, enjoying feeling his strong arms around you. He looks at you smiling. "That was nice." You nod because it was, and if he'd let you, you'd stay in his arms all day.

"Well, shall we go?"

"We shall."

And with that, you were off to your first date with Harry, which would hopefully lead to more.

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The drive to the park was short; you unloaded everything from the car once you got there. Harry offers to carry the basket, letting you lead to picking the spot. You walked ahead, glad he brought you to a park you recognized; it's one you liked to walk around during finals week when you were drowning in essays and exams. This was a nice break. On the other side of the park is a lake where you can rent pedal boats, but you were sure they hadn't opened up for business just yet, wanting more of the population to be vaccinated.

You led him to a secluded area laughing when he joked if you were leading him to his murder. Once you reached the clearing, one large tree with lots of shade and a few rose bushes surrounded it.

"It's beautiful here." Harry awed in amazement.

"Yeah, I found it my first year when I was trying to destress; I don't think many people know about it because it's not on the maps."

"Lucky us."

Harry grabs one end of the blanket, helping you spread it on the grass. You set your tote bag on one corner as well as setting down the pillows. As you make your way to sit down, Harry gently grabs your elbow, causing you to turn and look at him; he's holding a bouquet of tulips.

You felt your eyes well up with tears, not used to such a kind gesture; it's been a long time since you've been on a date with someone you really care about, "You got me tulips, H."

You reach forward and cradle them in your arms. "Course I did; I think you deserve all the beautiful things life has to offer."

You set the flowers on top of the basket before straightening up and pulling Harry into a hug. Your arms around his neck, his resting tightly around your waist, "including you," you whisper in his ear, causing him to squeeze you a bit tighter. Harry pulls back, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Let's eat, baby. Know you made something delicious for us to enjoy."

Harry set the food out, and you are sure to hand him the wet wipes to clean your hand before you could begin wanting to be clean and not wanting to venture out to find a restroom. He eyed the sandwiches first, then the veggie rice paper rolls.

"Couldn't decide?"

"Wasn't sure what you'd like. So I gave you two options."

"Too sweet angel." Harry leans in to kiss her cheek.

"Think we ought to take off the mask now." You giggle, sad you didn't get to feel his lips on your cheek.

"Yeah, so comfortable it doesn't really bother me wearing them. I am hungry."

You place your mask in your bag, and Harry puts his mask in his pocket. He opens up both containers and digs into the veggie rolls first. He hums after the first bite, chewing happily. "Delicious," he mutters between chews.

"Can add this peanut sauce to give it more flavor, just a tad bit spicy." He watches you as you pick up and spoon drizzle a bit on top, taking a bite. Harry follows your steps taking another bite, and his eyes go wide at the added flavor.

"Shocked, I've lived all my life without this food."

You laugh, "well, now you don't have to."

He chews happily at your response.

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Lunch is filled with little conversation, both praising each other for a well-planned meal. The strawberry lemonade complimenting the food perfectly. He brought a raspberry lemon loaf cake for dessert, and you happily admit you ate two pieces. It tasted so heavily, making Harry promise you to buy more in the future for you. He agreed, stating he'd do anything to make you happy.

"It's nice going out with someone, enjoying the sweet fresh air." Harry comments.

You hum in agreement, "I adore my alone time, but with the right company, it can feel just as perfect."

Harry's cheek turns rosy pink quickly, not at all trying to hide from you. You love that he loves to show how much you affect him.

"It feels normal like we've done this hundred of times already.”

You chuckle, nudging his shoulder. "It's cause we have. Just never called any of them dates."

"So you agree, we've been dating since February," he teases.

"Yeah, I think we can say that."

"When was our first zoom call?"

"Hmm...after class a week after your birthday. Think we worked for an hour and talked about nothing for another."

You look over at Harry loving how the sun reflects off his skin; it makes him look like a gift from the Gods. Harry feels your gaze on him, flashing you a big grin, his dimples on display just for you, because of you.

"We will call February eighth our anniversary," he declares.

You laugh, not a silent one but a full-out belly gripping laugh; you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes. Harry sits there confused, not sure where the joke was.

"You alright, baby?" He asks, just a bit concerned.

"That is what you were thinking so hard about; you couldn't figure out a week from your birthday quickly. Took you a good few minutes." You shake your head, trying to catch your breath, tiny giggles still escaping you.

"Oi, no need to be rude."

"Sorry, honey."

"Never claimed to be smart."

"The pretty ones never are," you tease.

"Alright, that's it. I've had enough."

Before you can stop him, he's on top of you, his fingers tickling you from your sides to your thighs. He knows your body getting all your secret spots that make you squirm away from. You almost succeeded in getting one of his hands over your head, but he surprises you by straddling you. You've stopped laughing, but Harry keeps going.

His curls are falling over his head, his eyes shining bright, a new lightness to them. At that moment, you realize how lucky you are, and before you know it, you reach your free hand up and place it on the back of his neck, bringing him down to your lips catching him by surprise.

Harry stays frozen for a second before sinking into the kiss, responding softly, wanting to explore you as he'd been thinking about this moment for months. You love the feel of his lips against yours; you'd happily give up breathing, never wanting to part. Harry tries to pull away, but you chase his mouth, not ready to stop kissing. He smiles against your lips, humming when he places a hand on your cheek, adding more pressure; you're not sure who lets out a moan letting it out into the universe wishing for more, hoping for forever.

You don't get butterflies or fireworks. Instead, you feel the ease of calmness wash over you like when you arrive home after a long day. That's what kissing Harry is like coming home.

You pull back, laying your head on the pillow Harry was wise to bring; you don't try to contain your smile as Harry stares down at you in a look of awe. You run your thumb over his bottom lip-loving how swollen they look thanks to you. His eyes never leave yours; you gasp as he places a kiss on your thumb before taking it in his mouth, sucking it gently; a moan escapes you, surprised at how hot the teasing is getting you.

"You're filthy, honey."

Harry smirks, "just for you, baby."

"Only our first date, H. We aren't going to move fast."

"A makeout isn't too fast for you," he teases.

"Felt just right." You smile, loving the feeling of his weight on top of you as he has not moved from his position, still straddling you.

"I agree."

"Sorry, I didn't ask if I could kiss you. Consent is sexy."

Harry's smile is soft, his eyes flicker to your lips, then back to your eyes, "You hereby have permission to kiss me whenever you please, my love."

"You know all the right things to say to make me puny for you."

"Good to know. Got to keep a mental list."

"What's on there so far?"

Harry smirks, leaning down his mouth right over your mouth; you remember the taste of lemon you felt when you kissed him, and well, you don't try to stop yourself when you attach your lips against his. There's no sweeter feeling, you've decided.

He pulls back, keeping the kiss short, "Know you can't be close to me without giving me a kiss. Know your heart is racing like it might beat out of your chest, and I know you're dying to ask me to be your boyfriend."

"Guess you are smart," you whisper.

He chuckles, nudging his nose against yours, humming as he places a kiss on the top of your nose.

"You know, I was right."

"Yeah, about what, H?" You reach your hand up to run your hand through his curls, brushing them back, giggling as they fall forward again.

"That your laugh sounds better in person. Know it's cheesy but truly music to my ears."

"You nutter!"

"Oi, picking up my slang, are you?"

"Got to, especially when you called that Evan kid a wanker for dismissing my response." You snicker, remembering the moment a few classes ago when you spoke up to give your opinion only for Evan trying to mansplain how women in politics were growing already especially having a female-run as a candidate a few years back. You would have cussed him out, but Harry did it for you. He packed up all your points with his own references. Safe to say, Evan has not spoken up since then.

"Cause he is one. You're the smartest person in the class, and that tosser should not even be in this class. Clearly, hasn't learned one bit since January."

"Settle down, honey. All in the past." You pat his chest a few times, getting his focus back on you. "Got that book you've wanted to read, want to give it a read now?"

"Course, baby. Happy you had it in your collection." He's gotten back into reading now that he seemed to have more time on his hands, and they had been bouncing recommendations off of each other. You had told him to stay off Book Tok because it was the same ten books being promoted by every page. His sister told him to read The Silent Patient, but he couldn't rationalize spending fifteen dollars, and he couldn't find the free pdf. He asked you and told him Amy bought it for you as a gift for feeding her.

"Let me get it out of my bag; you can lay in my lap easier to listen to."

Harry's eyes go wide; you're going to read him. He did not expect that, but he had to make sure. "Going to read to me, darling?"

"If you don't mind." you tuck your hand into your tote bag again, "brought my kindle in case you didn't want to. Won't be sad if you don't want to."

"No, I want you to. Yeah, more than anything. Got the prettiest voice." Harry pecks your lips, pulling back giddy because that's the first time he's kissed you, and well, he has to do it again. Your lips move in sync, the kisses feeling smoother but just as passionate. You break the kiss, playfully push him away, hands-off, letting you adjust yourself before he sets one of the smaller pillows in your lap and lays his head. Your hand is quick to find a place in his hair, thankful you've mastered the one hand reading and page-flipping due to always having a book in your hand growing up.

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After reading for a bit, Harry lifts his head from your lap, taking the time to admire you. You kept reading, letting him take you in from this new angle. You stopped brushing his hair instead, allowing yourself to get immersed in the book once again. You giggled, thinking back at Harry's reaction to the opening line of chapter one.

You had just flipped to a new page, ready to start chapter seven, when you saw how fidgety Harry had gotten. He clearly had something on his mind, so you wanted to give him his space; you had only read five words when he spoke, interrupting you.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Harry blurts, shifting to sit in front of you.

You don't smile, but you know he can see the gleam in your eyes at his words, "Hmmm...will you give me a cute nickname?"

Harry doesn't know what you're doing but goes along with it. "Already do, so yes."

"Will you let me make you more masks?"

"Yes."

"Will you knit me a sweater?"

"I'll knit you hundreds."

You nod, "then yes, I'll be your girlfriend."

"Yeah, you want me to be your boyfriend," Harry teases.

"Dork," you shove his shoulder, causing him to fall back. He gasps in shock.

You laugh, and it's music to his ears; his dramatic response is swallowed as he takes you in. Harry isn't sure where he'd be without you. He takes in the happiness displayed on your face and knows if you could look in a mirror, he'd look just as happy if not more. You are a light in his life.

These last few months have changed everything about him. Harry hadn't really understood what it meant when people said that your partner should also be your best friend. He thought it was cheesy and something to give false hope to others, but with you, he knew it was true.

Starting off as friends built a strong foundation for you both to grow together, and he is forever thankful you took a chance on him.

Harry called it fate, but you well, you think it was all thanks to the zoom gods who set you up in a random break out room not once but twice.

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thank you for reading :) I adore you xx

[quinneths]

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NAME: quinn morrison AGE: twenty two GENDER: cis woman PRONOUNS: she / her SEXUAL ORIENTATION: seemingly straight, hasn’t actually confirmed or denied anything ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: demiromantic HEIGHT: 5′3″ and she hates it NATIONALITY: american CURRENT RESIDENCE: her own apartment not far from campus MBTI: intj-t ZODIAC SIGN: cancer MAJOR: pre-med HOBBIES: violin, orchestra, volleyball, baking, knitting, judging SKILLS: organising anything, always has a spare pen, mental arithmetic, makes a great coffee, conversation starter, steady hands, quick reflexes, figure skater, touch typist, speed knitter LANGUAGES: this is quinn’s academic achilles heel, she has basic latin SCARS: none TATTOOS: see her naked and find out TAKES MEDICATION: yes NICKNAMES: quinneth (like kenneth), Q TROPE: the teacher’s pet ADDITIONAL TROPES: here BIRTHDAY: 14th of july, 2000 STAR CHART: here DEGREE: pre-med YEAR: sophomore EXTRACURRICULARS: women’s volleyball captain, sophomore class board, first chair violin in the orchestra, vp of recruitment at tri delt RELATIONS AT OGDEN: the morrison family SIBLINGS: one older paternal half brother, blake jr., one younger sister, slater PARENTS: blake and sade morrison HOMETOWN: noho, manhattan, ny AESTHETIC: a mix of vibrant and pastel academia POSITIVE TRAITS: driven, clever and romantic NEGATIVE TRAITS: stressed, critical and envious INSPIRATION: spencer hastings (pretty little liars) annie edison (community) amy santiago (brooklyn 99) lisa simpson (the simpsons) jal fazer (skins) hermione granger (harry potter series) PINTEREST: here

         QUINN IN THE KITCHEN...

FAVOURITE FOOD: cinnamon buns

GOOD AT COOKING: yes

HOW SO: baking was how she bonded with her mother

LEAVES THE DISHES OUT:  absolutely not

FOOD IN THEIR FRIDGE: vegan protein snacks, eggs, suspiciously organised tupperware, cold brew, milk

DO THEY GET TAKE OUT OFTEN: yes, when it comes to main meals/savoury food she eats out

         LIVING ROOM...

SPENDS THE WEEKENDS: studying as much as she can, duh

WHAT KIND OF MOVIES DO THEY WATCH: she's a sucker for old disney

WHAT DO THEY DO WITH FRIENDS: be the mom of the group mostly

FAVOURITE PASTTIME: knitting / crochet

FAVOURITE TV SHOW: botched

         BATHROOM...

PREPARES IN THE MORNING: wake up with the sun, shower, meditate, coffee

SINGS IN THE SHOWER: she hums

PRODUCTS SMELL LIKE: oranges and cinnamon

ARE THEY CLEAN: yes, though she has been known to let it slip in exam season

TOWELS: pink cotton with a high thread count

         BEDROOM...

SLEEPS: on her back within a strict schedule for eight hours (because even rest can be perfected)

PJS: usually a matching silk camisole and shorts two piece

SOCKS WHILE SLEEPING: yes, knitted ones she makes

DREAMS: barely remembers them

TIDY: yes but she has a housekeeper

ARE THEY AFFECTIONATE: yes

         ATTIC...

WHAT ARE THEY AFRAID OF: being ignored, shame, clowns

BAD MEMORIES: tucked away, hidden and denied

ROLE IN A HORROR MOVIE: the sensible expert who dies in the sequel

HOW DO THEY HIDE THEIR SECRETS: by being the cliché everyone expects

         QUINN'S CHILDHOOD & FAMILY

quinn was born at the height of summer in an exclusive new york private hospital, the first child of her parents' new marriage. she was planned perfectly; exactly eleven months after their wedding ceremony. she has always got on with her mother, both equally studious and stubborn. her father, on the other hand, wanted another son and has never been afraid to make that clear. the spare to the heir, if you will. his first son to his first wife is the apple of his eye. even named after him. this is where quinn's endless need for approval started. it was a stable home but she has never felt like she was enough. several digits of trust fund has made no difference.

           QUINN'S RELATIONSHIP WITH GREER

they were shoved together from the start, being so close in age. it was like the wider family wanted them to be surrogate sisters. this started off great, when their life was simpler, a close childhood bond of two girls with the world at their feet. but as hormones hit, so did resentments. greer became popular and beloved. quinn stayed scholarly and rigid. she worked hard for every piece of credit she got while her cousin just had to smile and bat her lashes. on the outside, they've always been friendly. family is family and nobody fakes it up for the public like the morrison's do. any fight that's happened has been quickly hushed. those who know them better, though, have seen the pointed knives sheathed between honeyed words.

         FACTS

almost always has her nose in a book when alone

the only thing more important than the grind is being the best at it

travelled before enrolling in college

top grades, high achiever, chases knowledge

peak girly

obsessive note taker and stationary collector

fuelled by nootropic mushroom coffee and vegan protein snacks

needs approval like plants need water

second-in-command syndrome

secretly leaves pencil annotations and cute notes in library books

the notion app rules her life

being a morrison, she has money to burn

cooks and bakes to unwind

falls asleep to nature documentaries

         QUINN’S BIOGRAPHY ※ QUINN’S PLAYLIST

OOC

annie, 26, gmt. she/they. no triggers.

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Masterlist

Last Updated: 07/07/21

Thank you guys so much for all the love that you’re giving my writings. It makes me so happy to know that they’re people who enjoy reading things I write. I will be definitely adding to this masterlist, so this is not all you’ll get from me ;) - Hamida

♥ - indicates fluff

✪ - indicates smut

☹ - indicates angst

Bundle Of Love ♥

Harry reflecting upon his love for Y/N.

Despite the fact that you’ve only been dating for a couple of months, he still knew you better than he knew himself. Every stir and every little sound you made in your sleep. To everyone before him they were just stirs and sounds, but for him they had a meaning. He never lets them slip without noticing. He watches your every move carefully to make sure that he makes you the happiest he possibly can and even if that is the case, he still does everything possible to make sure you’re even happier.

Call Me H ✪ ♥

You both walk straight to Harry’s hotel room because you can’t keep hands off of each other anymore. (Is a logical continuation to Stay With Me, but can be read separately.)

“You’re very sweet, Harry. There is just one problem.”

Your eyes become a bottomless well and Harry feels himself drowning in its waters. The curiosity grows in him when he hears mystery in the way the words leave your mouth.

“What problem?” He whispers innocently, his eyes darting at you.

“I really want to fuck you.”

City Lights ♥

Harry asks you a very important question as you drive through the streets of Rome.

The hand wrapped around your side, carefully going in circles, the repeating motions slowly soothing your anxiety.

Harry lowered his head and his lips touched the top of your ears. The warm breath created vibrations against your skin and sent a charge of electricity through your body.

I really love you.

Daddy ✪

Harry wins a Grammy. You weren’t able to be there. Or were you?

“Aren’t you coming in?” Harry asked Jeff as he exited the car, his hand wrapped under his new Grammy.

“I’m not. Enjoy the night, man. You deserve it.” Jeff spoke weirdly as he closed the door behind Harry and waved at him with a suspicious smile on his face.

“Enjoy my night? Don’t you want to come in and drink with me a bit befo-” Harry spoke as he watched the car with Jeff in it drive off.

Egocentric ♥ ☹

Memories of a fight with Harry overflow you, as you wander around the house and end up playing Fine Line on vinyl.

As the first few seconds of the song echoed through the room, I found myself being dragged into a different atmosphere. The one my mental state wouldn’t let me go in without crying.

All of the insecurities and doubts, that I have been overflown with, came over me and dragged me down with them.

Fireflies ♥

Harry has been acting weird for a couple of weeks, but when y/n finally finds out the truth, it’s far from what she assumed.

“Harry, what’s behind your back?” You asked straightforwardly.

He looked uncomfortable and seemed to have been taken aback by your question.

“It’s um-” He brought his hands forward. They held a black folder visibly full of papers. “It’s m’folder with song ideas.” He seemed unsure of the statement himself, but you put the blame on the fact, that he was left dumbfounded by your actions. What was that about though?

Flower Field ♥

Harry accidentally breaks his favorite guitar, which makes it an obvious choice of a present for his upcoming birthday.

“Is it small enough for me to carry it around?” Harry tried his best to guess what exactly you were getting him. He’d been like this since the early morning when you wouldn’t tell him what you’ve gotten for him.

“It’s not small, but you can carry it around.” It was the first question, for which your answer wasn’t exactly a “no”, so Harry smiled, thinking he’s finally onto something. The party took place in a closed down restaurant that you all would go to once in a while. There weren’t many guests. Just the closest friends. “Knowing Harry, it’s probably hundreds of people.” You thought.

Full Of You ✪

It’s your birthday and Harry has an idea of a birthday present.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Harry’s hold tightening around your body and his face snuggling into the crook of your neck. You whined, fighting for a couple more well-earned minutes of sleep.

“Nopies, bunny. Don’t whine at me. We have a long day ahead of us.” Harry excitedly informs you and lets his hands snake over your sides. Your boyfriend moves his mouth over to your ear and whispers this time. “It’s my love’s birthday today.”

Gucci Jumpsuit ♥

Harry pampering Y/N despite her attempts to stop him.

“They have the heels you love. The black ones, you know? They have those in pastel colours. Wouldn’t y’love that?”

“Harr-” I tried to say something in between his Ted Talk on why exactly I have to try those shoes he is talking about.

“And we could look for jeans f’you. You wanted wide leg jeans, remember?” He continued, without pausing even for a second.

Heat ✪

Your boi’s too vanilla for your liking. He refuted that tho.

As he filled you, even more tears started flowing. Your vision turned blurry and your head felt light. All you could feel was the stretch you craved so badly.

“Daddy, please fuck me.” Words leaving your mouth without a single thought in your head. You didn’t care that you’ve never got to ask him if he was actually into such things before, acting purely on instinct. All you wanted was to be filled. All you needed was the sensation of being penetrated by the man you loved.

Love On Tour ♥ ✪

Your parents are coming to meet him but you chose to keep it a secret.

“He deserves to know.” You thought. He was going to meet them today anyways. “He won’t have time to get too nervous, right?” You kept debating on whether or not you should tell him the truth.

Your brows furrowed and your lips were pressed tight together. Harry took a look down at you, and his brows creased as well.

My Princess ✪

You tag along with Harry to his Vogue shoot. The dress is definitely a turn on.

“Ah, please,” Harry whined, letting you wrap your arm around his waist holding him from running away from your wet tongue.

“Please what, baby?” You teased him further, running your nails against the wet trace along his spine.

“Please, touch me.” He begged, pushing his back against your chest in hopes that your arm would move a little lower and touch his crotch even though he knew how much you hated it when he wasn’t patient.

Rainbow Cardigan ♥ ✪

Harry loses his favorite cardigan. You learn how to knit. (Based on the JW Anderson cardigan knitting trend.)

“I cannot lose it. I can’t. What if it’s lost forever? How could I let it out of my sight?” The sight of him so genuinely saddened by the situation made you let out a sigh. You were full of compassion and understanding, trying to remember the last time you saw the poor cardigan. Failing to do so, you turned to your crushed boyfriend and tried to get information out of him.

Right Choice ✪

Harry has a moustache now and you want to get it sticky.

“I’m all for it, so it’s up to you.” Harry nodded and started applying the shaving cream onto his cheeks.

“Just know that you have to eat me out whenever you’re done here because I’m dripping.”

Shattered Glass ☹

You feel overwhelmed by intrusive thoughts and memories of traumatic events. Glass is shattered.

“Hm?” You let your eyes fall on his gentle and almost all-knowing expression.

“I said I know what you’re doing. You’re letting things get to you. I know you can’t stop the flow of thoughts but at least let me know what’s bothering you so I can try to help.” He spoke softly and chose every next word with care as he knew that if he picked the wrong words you would close off even more.

Stay With Me ♥

You meet Harry and fall in love to the art and architecture of Rome.

“You looked very passionate and I would love it if we could sit and discuss it maybe? I know it sounds weird coming from a stranger-” He paused.

“You bet, crazy man.” You thought to yourself and giggled softly, realizing that the possibility that this ball of nerves is a human trafficker is close to zero.

Vegan Cupcakes ☹

You and Harry have been quarantined together and he needs space.

Spending most of the spring together didn’t feel as suffocating for Harry as summer did. Your classes were over and you didn’t take a summer semester, so your time fully revolved around him. Which he liked.

In the beginning.

Until you clung on him like a koala for days and made him cuddle you all the time, which he enjoyed a lot until it became a routine. Harry couldn’t even tell you how he felt because it would hurt your feelings, so he didn’t say anything at all, keeping it all to himself.

Wooden Floor ☹ ♥

Reuniting with Harry after being apart during the quarantine made you realize something.

When I met Harry, and we started dating, I promised myself to give him space and not suffocate him with my love, for I was scared, that he would leave me like everyone before him did.

I had never been loved so much. I had never experienced what I gave people myself. The endless love and loyalty. Harry gave me his all, and I started feeling bad for not showing all of the love I had for him, and yet I still feared losing him because of my obsessive nature.

I sat at the kitchen table and scrolled through our texts with Harry.

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Ask game 1-30

Oh the whole batch huh?

Is cat hating misogyny - no. and radblr doesn’t want to hear this but cats are male coded (he thinks he owns me he bites/scratches/hurts me because he loves me) and dogs are female coded (she should be obedient, she should be friendly and submissive to everyone she meets, she should tolerate any touch or interaction, she should never have boundaries and never fight back and if she does she should be put down) etc.

skin care/moisturizer - honestly I find this trendy shit to be just as evil as makeup but in a more insidious way.

fatphobia - funny if it’s against men

political lesbians - if you’re asking if I think OSA women should forgo relationships with men and embrace separatism yea. if you’re asking if OSA women should call themselves lesbians no

separatism - I think I just answered that

gold stars - this is the experience a lot of lesbians have and we’re going to have a phrase talk about it. And it’s a silly facetious phrase too. Like gold stars are what get given to children - which is what you sound like if you take offense to ⭐️

hetfem vs bifem vs lesfem - why ‘vs’ who is versus? We are all femily

sex selective abortion of male fetuses - women should never have to give birth if they don’t want to and that includes if it’s because they don’t want to birth the next generation of oppressors

hippie bullshit (herbs, home birth,naturopathy, etc) - I want women to have greater control over their healthcare, and that should mean more funding for and access to evidence based care, not less

do pastel or age regression blogs glorify ddlg/pedophilia - pastel blogs as in like, aesthetic blogs? like just pictures of pastel colored clothes and decor and whatever? because if that pedophilic that’s only because freaks are making it so. there’s nothing inherently pedophilic about liking the color pink. and I can’t answer the next one I have no idea (and don’t want to know) what age regression blogs are

polyamory/polygamy - what is this? Utah? what are you a cult?

vegans - vegans are objectively correct and people can’t handle.

who is a better lesbian ally: straight women vs gay men - 10 years ago I would have easily said gay men. But now both are eager to tell us to suck dick. Remember when the BBC published that article about lesbians who have been pressured or raped by males who call themselves women? And straight women took to twitter to accuse women of lying about rape? Idk how to answer this male class consciousness is iron clad but straight women really have been trained to do a n y t h i n g necessary for the approval of men in addition to just being homophobes themselves

political celibacy - didn’t i answer this already?

are femmes the same as straight women - no woman who eats pussy is the same as a straight woman, regardless of what she wears. Oh but if you mean femme as in pillow princess I mean idk if she’s straight but she sounds like she sucks

believing in magic, astrology, and crystals - fine I f it’s funny

is religion always patriarchal - you cannot observe that women have created all human life and then invent a male creator god unless you are a huge misogynist.

does biphobia exist - misogyny and homophobia exist

pee your pants - what is the question here exactly?

interacting with minors - if some shit ass kid on the internet is making rape jokes and throwing slurs at you, you have an obligation as an adult to set boundaries with them

misogyny in gay men - all men hate women what else is new

drag queens - same

fetishes and kink - isn’t not getting off on hurting women like rad feminism 101

t-slur - homophobic

2nd hand penis - do I even want to know what that is?

piv - pretty sure I answered this already

do butch/femme couples imitate heterosexuality - do lesbians actually do that in earnest anymore? Or was that more of a phenomenon that existed specifically in working class lesbian communities in america in the 50s-70s

conditioning your pubes - this is a joke right ?

asexuality - i think there is a small number of people who genuinely to not have interest in sex or sexual attraction but and I’m sure that is a very alienating experience. And I’m sure that is not helped by people calling themselves asexual when really they do enjoy sexual relationships, or they are simply children in a completely normal developmental stage of their life.

are all europeans white - I’m fairly confident there are nonwhite people living in Europe

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OTP PARENT HEADCANONS PART 2

Because I'm bored.

And I want to give myself some serotonin.

And because I've put this off for a long time😅

RED QUEEN:

Shade and Coriane were never afraid of monsters under their beds because Cal would "scare them away" with a really bright flashlight.

Both children have a little bit of buidling and tinkering in them. Shade showed it by switching out lightbulbs and pointed out the ones he was putting in would be better at being adjusted than the ones before and Coriane showed it by fixing a clock.

Mare isn't exactly the best at cooking, but she's at least better than Cal. And her mother; sorry, Ruth.

Both children are excellent swimmers, much to Cal's chagrin.

Coriane remembers meeting her great Nanabel, and the smile she had at the sight of her great granddaughter.

Shade didn't really have a chance to meet her.

Both children wish they could have met their uncle on their mother's side and uncle, grandfather, and grandmother on their father's side.

Both Samos siblings are allowed to see the children, and neither of the children were excited; they'd heard "scary stories" about them and their father, who sounds scary; no, Cal didn't make it clear that Volo was dead, all he said was the Samos patriarch had fallen down and didn't get up, so they assumed that meant he couldn't use his arms anymore.

They were all pretty surprised to meet each other.

Ptolemus was more like a fun uncle than the berserker they all knew.

He did explain that Volo did indeed fall, but couldn't get up because of how high he fell.

The electricons love how entertained the children are with their lightning abilities.

Tyton is a pretty good babysitter. Coriane is allowed to stay up, but only after Shade has gone to bed.

Kilorn is not allowed to teach either child how to swim; there was an 'incident' where Cal tried to be brave and go swimming and Kilorn scared the living hell out of him.

That's fine because neither children like swimming.

Yes. Just because the children are good at swimming doesn't mean they enjoy it.

Mare has told Gisa she doesn't need to make the children outfits, but Gisa did it anyway because she loves her niece and nephew.

The court ettique stuck with Cal, which has led to him raising the children to be very formal.

SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL(I'm naming Tedros and Agatha's son Anthony):

Both parents were kind of scared Anthony was mute because he didn't start talking until he was nearly a year old. He's not mute, he just doesn't talk much.

You have to catch him at just the right moment. Anthony is completely silent around large crowds or assemblies, but with his parents he's half of a chatterbox, at least.

Anthony and Agatha can have full conversations with nothing but facial expressions.

Tedros had a hard time getting Anthony to open up to him, and decided to give the boy space for a little bit.

It was absolutely worth it for the heart to heart they had.

Hester and Anadil hate kids, but Agatha's and Tedros's little demon spawn is the only exception to that statement.

Anadil was won over by how he didn't cry and even 'said' how her rats were cute.

Hester, however, only warmed up to him when she spent a longer time with him, and after getting a chance to watch him because Aunt Sophie kept stepping in.

On one such occasion, where Anthony was surprised by Hester's watching him, the boy was overjoyed to see her, hugging her closely. He then backed up and stepped back, giving her a wave and smile. As she understood his silence better than Sophie, Hester wrote to him on a paper, 'Did you miss me THAT much?' Anthony nodded and wrote back, 'Yes!'

Sophie is not a helicopter aunt, but she loves Anthony a bit too much for his liking.

She NEVER talks about how she'd been hoping he was a girl.

Anthony isn't a fan of pink, but he doesn't hate it. Pastel is fine. Anything more vibrant makes him puke.

Both Tedros and Agatha were surprised to see how good Anthony was on horse back.

Heart attack angst moment: A former supporter of Rhian and Japeth snuck into the castle and made an assassination attempt on the royal family, more specifically Anthony. Tedros threw his son behind him and drew hus sword and Agatha shot a spell at him and proceeded to tackle him to the ground, not caring about her dress or the fact that the assailant was still armed.

Anthony colud not watch the execution because he hates bloodshed. He's a vegetarian/vegan and tries to eat as little meat as possible because he often spends time in the stables and around animals.

Agatha and Tedros are aware of this and are okay with it, though Tedros has him eat a single steak for dinner and teo eggs for breakfast once a month on seperate occasions, just so he doesn't lack any iron or protein.

To clarify, by separate occasions, I mean that Anthony will eat the steak one day and the eggs later another day within the month. After that, he can indulge in as much vegan/vegetarian food as he wants.

Have fun trying to convince Tedros and Agatha to let him attend the SGE; it's not that they have unpleasant memories, they just want him to try and have as normal of a life as possible.

On a walk, and when the Tagatha child was a teen, Tedros noticed some girls trying to flirt with Anthony and that his son barely reciprocated their actions. He pointed out that they were showing an interest in him, and Anthony admitted that he knew and he just didn't really feel the same way; he didn't exactly see why they were so flirty when he didn't feel like giving it back to them.

NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS(The triplets I'm naming Jacob, the eldest boy, Luna, the middle girl, and Daemon, the youngest boy):

Jacob is 98% the triplets' father; he'd be a spitting image if it weren't for his mop of hair, he's sharp as a whip, but still puts the E in idiot(please tell me you git that Jenna Marbles reference!!!).

Luna is arguably the smartest, but good luck getting a, 'you don't say' out of her. She won't tell you she's smarter than you, she will show you. Good thing Jack and Sally keep her in check.

Daemon is the family's "underdog." He has the last minute, 'this will work,' Jack Sparrow plans. He's quiet, he sews, he sings, and if he's not trailing behind Jack, Sally, or his siblings, he's probably touching up his clothes.

Jacob was the idiot kid that got electrocuted to the point his red hair turned black. He barely remembers it, but now all he tastes is cold peanut butter. Daemon has often suggested and offered to do it again, but Luna stops him. Pro: he's spending more time with Luna and Jacob is safe. Con: he's spending time with LUNA and Jacob still doesn't remember.

Jacob, as the oldest, attends 'meetings' with Jack and the Mayor. It doesn't bore him, he just gets tired of the Mayor's whining.

Jacob doesn't get Christmas. Luna has the basic idea of it. Daemon is the only one that understands, but doesn't explain it fully out of spite; Jacob called him scatter brained because of an incident where, at the table, a cockroach crawled out of his eye socket.

Daemon is the only one of his siblings to have eyes.

Even though she's literal bone, Luna has stitches that are very close to Sally's.

Neither Jack nor Sally have nicknames for the children, besides terms of endearment.

You know you're in trouble when Jack looks at you and looks ready to dig your grave himself.

All three triplets have Jack's fire power, but no one's gotten hurt because of it, even though Jacob and Daemon had one close call.

Neither parent would ever even dream of raising a hand against the children.

It's safe to say that Luna and Sally use common sense the most out of all five of the family members.

Daemon smells like pumpkin and cinnamon. He finds both himself, cinnamon bark and small, apple-esque pumpkins, and eats them like skittles and popcorn.

Another result of the electrocution, Jacob is hard of hearing where is left ear would be, if he had ears. He can't hear at all in the "ear." Not even a ringing sound.

The only reason Jacob doesn't like something is because he doesn't get it. At all.

Luna sees the glass as half full, Daemon sees the glass as half empty, and wonder if it belongs to someone who drank out of said glass, hence its being hald empty, and Jacob just sees a glass of water, now can he just drink the rest?

Luna, the best with herbs, has poisoned her brothers. Sally found out and she was grounded.

Daemon, to see how much he could take, dived off the roof of Dr. Finkelstein's tower. It took Jack, Sally, Luna, Jacob, and Zero all day to collect all of him. He was grounded and locked in his room.

Jacob got grounded for a few things: setting his sister on fire(no one knows who started that fight.), hiding in a morgue to scare people only to end up falling asleep, even as they tried to cremate him, and then waking up in front of the humans, pretending to be one of the hanging men on The Hanging Tree, and dancing on top of the tallest Pyramid in Egypt.

The children do misbehave sometimes, but their parents love them.

Jack and Jacob don't see eye to eye exactly, but they still get each other.

Luna loves both her brothers, but she will hang out with Daemon more than Jacob.

Daemon has a lot of glow sticks he collected and they all still glow when it gets dark. Jacob used his thinking cap and had a moment of big brain time, and drank some of the glow stick juice.

One more thing he got in trouble for.

Daemon also got in trouble, but he was allowed to keep his glow sticks.

Luna is a good singer, Daemon is a great dancer, and Jacob is the best at succeeding their father

[snekdood]

dni if you don’t think mushrooms look like penis’s, if you like mustard, if you’re over 6′4 feet tall, if you use clay litter for your cats, if your sink isn’t filled w dishes rn bc of some mental health related issue, if you never shopped at hottopic or spencers growing up, if you hate snakes, if you do anything besides listen to music and drive around in gta, if you dont smoke weed, if you haven’t done shrooms, if you’re not cool enough basically, if your bed isn’t just a mattress on the floor, if you have a pink pastel blog aesthetic, if you dont moisturize yourself after you shower, if your armpits dont smell like weed when you have BO, if you use coconut milk as an alternative, if u hate the ocean, if you dont like toe socks, if you dont have a lingam in your house, if you dont have at least 5 house plants, if ur scared of the dark and forests, if ur a mommas boy, if ur gonna go cry home to mommy, if you like to see how spicy you can make shit without giving a fuck about other flavors in the dish, if you actually enjoy alcohol and dont just silently suffer when you can feel it burn all your brain cells away with each swig,  if you generally like most of your family, if you’d never eat a vegan meal i made for us :’(, if you’ve never tried eating just a straight up lemon, if you own a house,