#i am a salty marshmallow

[somebluenovember]

I love this take, and there's also the "yes my stuff is aimed at women/girls, but they are not behaving the way that I, a Man Writer, want them to, so I'll make it more painful, because this audience needs to be taught A Lesson."

Why yes i AM talking about Rob Thomas and Veronica Mars, HOW did you know??

Forever a salty marshmallow

[sweetestlittledarling]

The Chubby Bunny Challenge

Description: A bit of a head cannon about a silly competition while the team is on a camping trip. Who will win the challenge?

Note: So, this again is more of a head cannon so not fully written out. I just was thinking about competitions, and I came up with this silly idea. Written for @vesuviaweekly's prompt: Just a Little Healthy Competition.

Camping out in the fields of the south was an exciting experience. They all would sit around the fire, look up at the stars and share stories. There was also the toasting of marshmallows, which of course gave Lark ‘a great idea’. They could play ‘chubby bunny’.

              Sparrow and Robin: No.

              Lark: Aw come on guys! It will be a lot of fun!

              Sparrow: Yeah, for you maybe.

              Robin: Lark, have you forgotten how badly this ended last time?

              Portia: Okay now I have to know what Chubby Bunny is!

              Lark explains that the game is simple: Two people take turns putting a marshmallow into their mouth and then saying the words ‘chubby bunny’. If the player can’t say the words in a clear enough voice, then they are out.

              Lark: I am current reigning champion *grins*

              Sparrow: And I was the reigning champion of getting very sick after all that fluff! I still barely look at one without being ill.

              Robin: As the person who had to take care of her, I concur. I am out.

              Portia: Well, I think it sounds like fun!

              Julian: As do I, though I think as a medical professional it’s not a good idea to over do it on anything, especially sugar.

              Lark: *Cocking eyebrow* Or salty bitters.

              Julian: That was in the name of saving the city, though I confess I too have not been able to look at one without being ill.

              Muriel sits out as he’s not too big into sugar and Volta wishes to play but she only ends up eating the marshmallows instead. Lark gives her a bag of her own which she happily munches on. With Robin and Sparrow sitting out, the contestants are Asra, Nadia, Julian, Portia, and Lark.  Julian goes against his sister but looses when he nearly chokes on one accidentally. Asra and Lark face off, but Lark pulls though when Asra concedes (he could have won but figures it’s more fun to watch the games). Lark goes against Portia next and manages to win again though it’s a close one. It comes down to Lark and Nadia, who actually hadn’t gone yet.

              Surprisingly it’s a pretty heated battle with both contestants filling their mouths to near bursting with the fluffy white. But amazingly Nadia wins, with a clear pronunciation of the famous words.

              Lark: *Taking deep breaths after expelling all the marshmallows* Wow, Nadia…that was…amazing…How were you able to do that?

              Nadia: It’s simple my dear Lark, as a child I was forced into many an hour of dictation class. I was made to study language and speech, and often times my tutors would bring something to hold in my mouth so I could work on my pronunciation-

              Lark: Wait, don’t tell me they would use-

              Nadia: *Smiling triumphantly* Marshmallows? Why yes, they did.

[quibbs126]

Hello I have Returned With the OCxCannon names. If my first ask did not make it to you oops.

Choco ball/Cream ball, Ganache Ball or Ganache Bon Bon if you want to make them less sporty.

Pimento Cheese/Goblin, Artichoke Frittata. I know many consider Frittata to be an egg dish because that’s what it is but it is a cheese dish to me.

Royal margarine/Grey Heron, I tried to look up types of “Royal Birds” and all I was given was a store in New York (where I do not live). Anyways Quail Egg came to mind even if Heron Egg would make more sense.

String Gummy/Brunsgiver (which I’m pretty sure in meant to be Brunsviger but I might be wrong.), My brain is telling me it must be whisky based but a name like Caramel Gelatin/Gummy or Caramel Brioche might be better.

Captain Caviar/Rocky Wolf, I have no clue what Rocky Wolf’s ingredients are but I am getting Salty Wolf for a name.

Kumiho/Huli Jing, In my searches to found out what Huli Jing could possibly mean (I need to memorize my fox spirits) I discovered Huli Huli sauce which should make for a good name, Huli Huli Marshmallow should work well too!

Starlit Choco/Dark Choco, First off I really like Starlit choco’s design, both yours and the original she’s got a very strong energy to her! Dusk Choco and Midnight Choco come to mind for me! I wish you the best of luck in your fankid adventures and also the hell of college!

Yeah I think I have your original ask, I just haven’t gotten around to reading it yet. I’ll try to read it today though

I have two fankids with ganache in their names, that being Whipped Ganache and then just Ganache, so I don’t know if I’ll use that again here, but it is a fine suggestion. I haven’t really figured out the kid’s personality yet, so we’ll see if I use Ball or Bon Bon or something else

I like the name Frittata honestly. I could keep the Artichoke part, but I’m not sure if I want to. I believe Goblin’s based on sugar apples though, instead of any vegetable

Now I’m hungry for some eggs. I found potato frittatas when looking up frittatas for this, and now I want to eat one, it looks good. Or that Spanish omelette

Anyways, back to the suggestions, I like the name Quail Egg, I think it works, and it’s also apparently a food too

Yeah I misspelled it as Brunsgiver, my bad. Yeah I think maybe I can do Caramel Brioche

I don’t really know Rocky Wolf’s ingredients either. I’ve been operating under the idea that it’s rocky road, but also rocky road seems to be brown, while Rocky Wolf is grey. I don’t know, but Salty Wolf’s probably a good mix, at least name wise. Kingdom Hearts tells me sea salt ice cream is a thing that exists

Yeah I think I was there for Huli Jing’s name, he’s named after Chinese fox spirits. I don’t entirely remember if he’s got another flavor in there or not, I probably should have asked. Huli Huli works on name alone, and Huli Jing has red hair, which might fit with the sauce, but I don’t know if it fits with the ingredients, since it’s a sauce and all (I was gonna say spicy but I think it’s sweet)

Yeah see, Midnight Choco would work as a name, but the problem is, I’m already using that name for a Dark Cacao/Moonlight kid, who’s been in the works for like a year now but I still just haven’t drawn him, despite having so much about him. Dusk Choco I guess could also work, but I don’t know, maybe it’s too similar

But yeah, thank you for the suggestions!

[bardicbeetle]

Damask, 2005 - vee the vampire

Angelface had walked away to the back room for something—she’s been assuming it’s a storage room of some kind, hasn’t been back there yet as so far she hasn’t needed anything. And thus far being left alone at a well stocked bar before there are even any patrons has been plenty entertaining. Mainly because she doesn’t get to touch anything otherwise, mostly she washes dishes in the bar sink and listens to Angelface chat up patrons all night. It’s not glamorous, but it’s also not being cold on the fucking street.

Notes from this latest foray into digging through the back bottles: Whatever that green label one is tastes fucking awful, like melted licorice. Disgusting. Conversely, there is something down there that reminds her of toasted marshmallows and that’s making up for the awful one.

The next thing she picks up is in such a dark bottle she can’t even see what’s in it. Which isn’t fully abnormal, some of the bottles are frosted or opaque. Rather than dirtying cups she’s taken to putting the little shot spouts on and then giving them a quick rinse afterwards. It’s saved both time and suspicious dishes.

This time is no different, after double checking that she is still—in fact—alone, she tips the bottle up holding the spout a few inches from her open mouth—she had missed the first couple times but the spout is surprisingly consistent no matter what’s in the bottles, and she learned fast—and gags.

It’s thick like some of the creme bases are but—fuck—it’s salty and metallic and the bottle slips out of her hands with the shock of it and shatters on the tile behind the bar.

Sending bright red spraying across the floor and the bottom shelf glasses.

She doesn’t really process it, busy heaving over the sink.

It’s not until she hears the door open and shut at the far end of the room that she looks back at the floor in panic.

So whatever it was sucked, but it was probably expensive and—

—no.

No that was blood.

Something about seeing the way it’s spreading on the floor. The color it turns as it soaks the bottom of her jeans. The taste. When she wipes a hand across her mouth it paints her skin the same way a nosebleed would, and she’s stuck staring at it, feeling very suddenly like she is going to be properly actually sick—what the fuck.

“Cassidy?”

Her gaze snaps back up to Angelface, who has made it all the way to the little half-door blocking the back of the bar before she even noticed he was there. “I—I didn’t—”

“—are you hurt?”

Relief.

He looks more—amused? Than anything else. But there is genuine concern in his tone. She thinks.

“Was that—that was blood—what the fuck is that doing under—”

“—Cassidy.” That word is sharper. She’s still getting used to connecting it to herself. “Are you hurt?”

“No.”

“Good. Hop up on the bar, I’ll take care of the glass.”

“Answer my question first.”

“Blood is a medical hazard, Cassidy. Get on the bar.”

She plants her feet, the tile slick under her boots, arms crossed. “No. Answer my fucking question.”

Angelface sighs, stepping carefully around shards of glass until he’s close enough to—is she really that small or is he stronger than he looks?—pick her up and set her none too gently onto the bartop. It happens so quickly that she doesn’t really have time to react until it’s already done. “Ridiculous. It’s like you don’t have a goddamn survival instinct at all.”

The reaction he’s having feels so out of place that she’s struggling to find any sort of response. She just watches him start picking up the larger chunks of glass from the floor, listens to the little plopping sounds as blood continues to drip from the bottom shelf.

In the end it takes until he’s fully cleaned the floor and filled the sink with blood spattered glassware for her to speak again.

“Am I fired?”

He gives her a look. It’s the face he makes every time she asks a stupid question.

She’s pretty sure that isn’t a stupid question though, so she repeats herself.

“Am I?”

“No,” He tells her, “you will not be left alone back here again though.”

It startles a laugh out of her.

“So…” She’s still sitting on the bar, the blood on her jeans has dried dark and stiff. “I’m still waiting on an explanation.”

“You’ll be waiting forever, Cassidy.”

“Is it like—sketchy?” She asks, “Like—is there some sort of black market thing going on—are there organs down there too? Is that what you keep in the back room?”

“It is not like—sketchy,” Angelface repeats, faintly mocking and ignoring the latter half of her question. “and it isn’t your concern.”

“I drank blood,” She insists, “that’s concerning.”

“You didn’t drink blood—you spit it in the sink.”

“I swallowed some of it.”

“And?”

“Didn’t you say it was a medical hazard?”

“Would you like me to take you to the hospital?”

She glares at him, and for a moment both are silent. She’s putting it together though. Between his reactions and the rest. Or maybe she’s crazy. That’s also possible.

“We’re only here after dark.” She says finally.

“It’s a night club, Cassidy. We’re only open at night.”

“There’s blood under the bar.”

“There is. You spilt it.”

“It was there before I did that.”

“Is this little train of thought supposed to be impressive?”

“I don’t think you should be able to pick me up that easily.”

He does look mildly offended by that one. “Excuse me?”

“I’ve read books.” She’s treading dangerous waters now. She knows it.

“I should hope so.” He replies, and maybe she’s imagining the slight quirk to his expression, the sour little smile. “Are you going to start making sense any time in the next few sentences?”

“Promise you’ll answer one question?” She asks, voice suddenly very quiet. “Honestly.”

Angelface gives her an appraising sort of look, like he’s weighing a risk. “One question, Cassidy.”

“Are you going to kill me?”

He smiles.

It’s sharper than it should be.

It’s almost like he’s suddenly got too many teeth.

“I certainly hope not.”

[fatale-distraction]

A swim in the sea for Ellana and Solas please from the sensory prompts list!

I am so outrageously happy to receive this one

Because hilariously enough

Ellana can’t swim. 😂

Here’s some Y2K AU

Sensory Prompts

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Solas let his head fall back to embrace the hot sun above as dark, salty water lapped at his chest. Another few steps and he submerged completely, echoing blue silence enveloping him in a cold embrace.

He exhaled hard as he resurfaced, shaking water out of his eyes as he treaded in place; took a moment to refill his lungs.

He couldn’t remember when the last time he’d been to the beach was, only remembered the horrific burns he’d gotten on his neck and shoulders, Higher Love blasting through the speakers of June’s car radio, the smell of beer, bonfire, and burnt burgers. Sylaise and Andruil stoned out of their minds. The twins wrestling in the sand while Ghil pelted them with marshmallows. It must’ve been ten years at least.

When was the last time he’d spoken to any of them?

Before he could render himself too melancholy, Solas dipped forward and started back to shore with strong, languid pulls. As he drew close enough to touch his feet to the coarse sand, he could make out a smallish, red haired blob sitting in the sand, sorting shells in her lap as the waves teased at her feet. A cloud passed over head and her long, long curls blew in a soft gust of wind.

She usually kept her hair up.

Solas had nearly tripped over Dorian’s beach chair when he’d caught sight of her, the long red mass swinging tantalizingly around her ample hips.

“Miss Lavellan,” he called out as he trudged up the beach, water sluicing down his body. Her violet eyes flicked up and down and he was irrationally pleased to see her freckled cheeks flush. “Why aren’t you enjoying the water with everyone else?”

“Who else is going to catalogue all the different kinds of identical white shells?” She held up a string of them that clattered musically together.

His unamused stare took a moment longer than usual to draw the truth out of her.

“I can’t swim,” Ellana admitted, dropping her hands into her lap with finality. “You go on, I’m perfectly happy guarding the beach towels. And the shells.”

Absolutely not.

“Get up, Miss Lavellan,” instructed Solas, crossing his arms. She was already protesting. “You must know how to swim. What if there’s an emergency?”

“Then someone’s dying, I guess.”

“No, you are going to learn.”

“Nnno.”

“Stand up, da’assan.”

“Make me, hahren.”

Heat raged through his veins. The defiant way she tilted her chin up at him and the bratty retort, mirroring his cadence and elvhen endearment…Ellana had mastered the art of riling him up in a remarkably short time frame. It drove him mad in the worst and best ways.

“Oh,” he huffed a laugh, unfolding his arms and advancing. “Oh, my dear, I would be DELIGHTED to.”

The younger woman crab-scrambled away in vain. “No, I only meant—…”

He leaned down and scooped her up into his arms like she were a particularly loud, flailing sack of flour.

“Professor, don’t you DARE, I will bite you—…” Ellana tried to clamber over his shoulder as he turned and strode into the water.

“Hahren!!” The moment the water rose around her legs, she clung to him like a frog to a tree branch, limbs wrapped around him. Solas kept his own arms tight around her middle.

“I’m not going to let you go, Ellana,” he informed her so softly she could barely make it out over the waves.

A gull cried out. She glanced up at him. He met her gaze soberly. Slowly she loosened her legs from around his waist and let her lower half drift into the cold water. Her arms were still locked around his neck like a vice. He could feel her heart pounding against his own.

“You’re an asshole,” she squeaked.

“You’re a stubborn pest,” he returned without venom.

She was pretty even when she scowled. “If I drown, my sister will murder you so hard they’ll never find your body.”

“I haven’t the slightest doubt of that.” Solas had no misapprehensions regarding Evelyn Lavellan’s determined dislike of him. The dark-haired woman wouldn’t even need as serious an excuse as the untimely death of her favorite sibling. An imagined slight would do just as well to earn her ire.

“You won’t let go?”

“I promise.”

The young woman bit her lips, already pink with the wind and cold water, now reddening so temptingly. Solas felt heat rise all the way up to his ears. With great care, she pried herself loose from his neck and settled for clinging to his arms while she treaded water. True to his word, Solas kept a firm grip on her elbows.

“You see?” he said with encouragement. “You’re doing just fine. Just keep kicking.”

“If you let go I will haunt you,” came the shaky reply.

“Ellana,” the strong tone drew her attention from the water beneath her to his intent gaze. “I won’t let you go.”

[officially-other]

Today on "no one could have prepared me for being a witch and a dragon"

for those seeing this somewhere other than the otherkin tag, I am a dragonkin witch and I work with Hades.

Me: "Idk I've always pictured Persephone as having [hair color]." (I get the DISTINCT vibe from Hades that I'm very wrong, to the point of it being comical)

My mom: "I.... I just got a very distinct 'Fucking dragons, colorblind' from him. Like dragons are weird about colors. Like.... maybe they don't see the same color spectrum or something?"

Me, gasping: "WAIT LIKE SHRIMP COLORS??????? Maybe dragons see shrimp colors!"

After some debate, it was essentially confirmed- although my mom burst into laughter after she asked why Hades was implying my face blindness was also dragon-related and got back "I DON'T KNOW I'M NOT A DRAGON."

Bonus tidbit-

Me, softly after getting really strong vibes of excitement after marshmallows are mentioned: "Do you.... want... a marshmallow, Hades????" (for context, his tastes are a lot more refined so this was WILDLY out of the blue. He is very salty that this has given us such a specific view of him, since "what, do you think I'm ABOVE a marshmallow??????")

[maylilithreign]

Hi my darling,

I did the following five senses for Lyra. I'd love to know them for Elsie!

Sight - what colour is she? Lyra is a typical Gemini and has two answers for everything. She's red like her hair or blue like her eyes.

Taste - what does she love? Lyra is complex, sweet and salty or sweet and spicy, like salted caramel or chili chocolate.

Smell - what is her scent? Lyra is comforting like coconut and marshmallows.

Touch - What texture represents her? Lyra is soft, like sun-kissed skin in summer or a fluffy scarf in winter.

Sound - What sound is she? Lyra is peaceful, like birdsong in summer or those whispering breezes in winter.

Love you!! Have a super lovely day!!

ooh hi my darling Kelly!! 😍😘 What a good set of questions!! Lyra is so, so lovely and gorgeous 💓 Lmfao also I started answering this this morning, saved it to my drafts and fell back asleep. Just remembered I had it half-finished and wanted to complete it for ya!

Sight - Elsie's birthday is December 15th, making her a Sagittarius. Like her sign, Elsie is more than just human. Her colouring complexion wise is very fair, but with a healthy, rosy glow. I associate Elsie with a deep, dark shade of blue. Everything about Elsie calls to mind a deep, old well of history, or something as vast and powerful as the sea.

Taste - Elsie has a huge sweet tooth. Her favourite thing to eat is pastries, in particular maple bars. But I often think of her as dark chocolate. A fancy bar of dark chocolate with nuts and berries in it. The kind you'd get in a nice Christmas (or Winter Star, lol) basket.

Smell - Elsie smells like wildflowers and cedar. Like a fresh morning in Cindersap forest, when there is just the lightest sprinkling of frost on the ground.

Touch - Because of her powers, Elsie is initially cold to the touch. But it's just surface level. She's warm underneath, like when you're buried under a thick blanket of snow. Elsie is a creature of immense grace, despite her strength and speed. She's also soft, in spite of her muscular physique. I suppose overall Elsie's vibe feels like a maternal fairy spirit. Comforting and with an air of enchantment.

Sound - Unsurprisingly, Elsie has a beautiful singing voice. Her voice is low and husky at first, but then clear as a bell. When she sings a certain tune, she can call the fairies. Sometimes, when he's at his lowest, the only thing that works to soothe the storm inside Shane is Elsie's voice (I am cheesy, everyone hush 😅).

Thanks again for asking me, lovely!! 😍

[pwhl-mybeloved]

Listen as a salty Boston fan I am metaphorically roasting marshmallows on the dumpster fire that is the team. I do hope it works out and it doesn’t create any issues but the petty child in me is that sickos image

ur probs not alone in that

[ch4051nth3k1tch3n]

zero i am so sorry i would like to formally apologise for the wrestling posting and putting these freaks on your dash /lh

(i cannot excuse hunter and shawn's marshmallow-hotdog creation they were just simply higher than mars)

LMFAOOOO ITS OKAY IM PROBABLY PUTTING MY WEIRD CAR SHIT ON YOURS 😭 fair tradeoff i’d say

(sweet and salty/savoury is a good combo and some people like fries or bacon in their vanilla soft serve so maybe they were onto something… maybe not a GOOD something but a something nonetheless)

[cshfvck]

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

c/w: slight angst, fluff, comfort

a/n: I literally just have brief description of Isaac from my best friend (@juaspaaa ) and I don't know how he acts so I hope this isn't bad 😭 and I have no clue how to reply to comments so..

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

He'd seen you upset and stared at you, his eyes scanned your body and he don't know exactly what to do, he wasn't the best with comfort. He fiddled with his hands and looked at you again, your body was curled up and trembling. He wasn't one for comfort so he walked off to make you a drink.

You looked where he had just been stood and thought he was also stressed about work and tried to stop crying so you could comfort him but the tears wouldn't stop. They kept falling and you mumbled fuck under you breath, you felt so helpless. All you wanted to do was help Isaac now you were making him worse, or so you thought..

Slowly, he walked into the kitchen and made you a hot chocolate, even putting cream on top of it. He added a few sprinkles and had marshmallows beneath the cream he had put on. He had needed break from work and enjoyed making the hot chocolate.

"..i hope this will work"

he mentally slapped himself and sighed, feeling bad that he wasn't good at comfort. Sniffles came from your room, you stared at the space between your thighs where the carpet lay. You couldn't stop the bad thoughts, everything was bad.

You can't do this. You can't. Why? Why are you even here? Why am I here? Why? Oh god why. You spiralled out of control as fat blobs rolled down red cheeks, the salt burning your cheeks bitterly, leaving red tracks against your skin.

Isaac walked in with the hot chocolate when he saw you break down. You tried to get up and walk to your bed from the chair but found a blanket strangled your legs as you tripped over, grabbing onto the bed and crying, not even noticing isaac. You screamed out in frustration, grabbing a pillow with now scarred hands and threw it at the wall.

You grabbed anything and everything around you until it was a wreck. Why did you have to remember? You just wanted to forget. you wanted to forget all of the trauma.

"I hate y-you. So much. "

you stuttered out as you cried harder, you were startled when you heard Isaacs foot steps and jumped, whipping your head around as isaac saw your sweet innocence break into one of darkness and a grotesque feeling looked around you.

"Love- love. I'm here, I'm here okay? I'm always here.. Oh baby.. "

he swallowed the lump in his throat as he held you tight. Chests and stomachs held against each other. Your trembling figure slowly shakes gently. A large hand was brushing up your waist and back, the familiar intimacy calming you, this is all you needed. You didn't need to remember.

"I'm so sor-"

you croaked out as isaac cut you off.

"Don't say sorry you did nothing wrong. I'm here now.. Just relax.. That's it.. Relax.. "

he kissed a gently kiss into your head, his lips gently pressing into you comfortably. He travelled down to your face and kissed your cheeks, wiping away the salty tracks as you sniffled.

"Come on.. Let's get you to bed."

whispering, Isaac lifted your shaking body and placed you in bed. You panicked as he walked away. Had you done something? Oh god- no no no no.. - you went to mumble out anything as he grabbed your drink and placed it on your bedside table, then climbed into bed and spooned you. You push against him to get as close as possible as he kissed and gently bit your back.

"Your doing so well, I love you so much. I'm always here for you, you know? Please don't ever go anywhere without me.. "

Isaac mumbled as he kissed your neck, a comforting hand wrapped snugly around your waist. You sniffled and burried your head into his palm, his fingers brushing your cheek bone. This is all you ever needed. You don't need anyone else. Isaac was here always. He'd always comfort you. Your eyes felt heavy as you started to drift off, he noticed and smiled, kissing your body softly.

"Go to sleep, I'll be here. Your such a good boy for me.. "

another kiss pressed into your neck as you drifted off, the warmth and tightness of Isaac sent you into a nice sleep. One where you would still be wrapped in his arms. Always.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

a/n: this was so nice to write omg

[skaruresonic]

under a cut for extremely vindictive pettiness (nothing to do with Sonic)

The comments in Silent Hill 2 remake trailer reaction videos are revealing to me the evil that lurks within my heart because I am taking such delightful Schadenfreude in the stans' salty tears.

Noooo, you can't criticize the bad graphics, they're still developing the game (never mind they've been working on this for two years). Okay the game has QTEs which are completely out-of-place for this kind of game but the combat wasn't that bad, guys, ur just being a hater.

oh, what's that? the remakes' graphics suck ass? are you saying that Bloober Team has all the newest tech at their disposal and still can't make the game look good? gee, I wonder why. I wonder why the graphics aren't up to snuff, considering all that pontificating you did on how they automatically should make the original look like Pong by comparison. guess that's the sound of your "Team Silent were limited by technical constraints" arguments being, shock and awe, the utter ahistorical revisionist ad hoc bull shit they always were. and now the whole world can see you're full of shit, and you're huffing denial to cope.

My favorite part was when someone asked the OP of a criticism video, "Do you want this project to fail?"

Yes, in fact. I want it to crash and burn so badly that Konami never attempts to butcher the originals ever again. What part of this do you not understand.

I'm getting sick of my favorite franchises getting rebooted by people who have neither respect for the source material nor any clue what they're doing, and would rather those games die off than have their corpses bastardized for profit.

It's incredibly fucked-up of me but I am going to delight in watching the remake crash and burn just to watch the "technical limitations" crowd contort themselves into pretzels in order to pretend that the suckage is Good, Actually, Shut Up.

If Konami can't dazzle me with the lightning in the bottle they once had, I can at least roast some marshmallows on the flames.

[skinny-is-the-law]

My Binge Prep Bag

So with how little I eat a day, I feel like a Binge episode is bound to happen. Maybe not now, Maybe not soon, Maybe not for you, but for ME I feel like it will come at some point. So I'd rather be prepared and binge on foods I feel safe and comfortable with. Foods that I have already come to terms with that if I eat in abundance, in a moment of weakness, that it will be okay. I will be okay. Rather than binging on who knows what and not even knowing about how much calories I had.

If I binge on god knows what, I will feel disgusted, I will feel ashamed, I will feel sad, I will feel disappointed, I will feel large and then I'll probably cry.

VS

This bag I have already accepted it. I will still probably feel sad and disappointed, maybe even shame, but I will take solace that I know what I am eating. That this is a CONTROLLED binged. Controlled, meaning I am not loosing.

Sweets

MaxMallow Marshmallows - 15cal for 2 - 90cal for the bag

Sour Gummy Bears - 45cal for 13 - 225cal for the bag

Twinkies - 140cal for 1 - 280cal for both

For the marshmallows I've had them in the past, they are good, and sweet (they also have other flavors but I like vanilla). 12 for 90cal doesn't sound too bad for during a binge.

Sour Gummy bears, obvious if I'm craving for something sour then Im covered. Also got these to I can eat multiple bears, one a a time, thus lasting longer.

Twinkies!? Super odd food to have as a "Safe Binge Food" But both the Marshmallows and Gummy Bears are ZERO sugar. Twinkies were the lowest calorie junk food I could find (near me), that was REAL junk food. I want something with REAL sugar, cause you can only trick your body for so long with the 0cal sweeteners.

Salty

Popcorn Hot & Spicy - 25cal per cup - 270cal for bag

Veggie Straws - 220cal for the Bag

Popcorn Should be obvious low Calorie for a large bulk of food. Veggie Straw I got for how salty they are.

Meal

Chicken Salad - 70cal

Now I have this cause I didn't want just junk food, in my bag. I wanted to have real food/meal (hard to put a low calorie meal in you purse and not have it spoil though) so I have this. Im hopping that if I use the Veggie straws to eat it that it'll 1. Satisfy me and 2. Slow me down enough while Im eating to realize that I am satisfied and that I dont need to keep on eating.

Safety

Lastly the Cliff Blok Chew on here is 200cal. I keep it more for safety rather than a Binge, so if need I can eat this whenever I ever feel scared, shaky and faint.

" Not eating enough can cause you to have low blood sugar. If your blood sugar levels go too low then you might find yourself shaking and sweating, perhaps feeling faint or also having a pounding heartbeat. Having extremely low blood sugar can quickly lead you to passing out/seizures/brain damage/death. "

[cadmium-free]

Top 5 weird candies?

hehehe i am the candy guy. i am just stretching the definition here a bit to suit my favourite like, packaged snacks. i also think these are less weird than other stuff i've posted, but i love them

Cherry Blossom: this is my go-to candy. I'm always singing its praises, but I just like how thick and good the chocolate is on it, and I like that there are nuts in the chocolate.

2. Umaibo Corn Potage Flavour: I'm including salty snacks as candy because I generally eat a lot of salty things. I like basically any corn flavoured snack, but the texture on these in particular is everything to me.

3. Fruit Flavoured Turkish Delight. I don't actually think these are weird, but a lot of people don't like them/haven't actually eaten it.

4. Idaho Spud. When I worked in a candy store out west we imported these and they just tick all the boxes for me. Marshmallow, chocolate, coconut. :3 Everything good.

5. Jello Brand Pistachio Pudding. top ten things ever made. delicious. everything to me. is this a candy? no. do i need to shout it out? yes

[facewithoutheart]

I am venturing into an old/new fandom for me so am sharing a short drabble backstory for a longer fic I’m playing with. Surely someone wants to join me in my Captive Prince brainrot?

The broader plot of this fic is an enemies-with-benefits turned media scandal turned fake dating. Think Red, White and Royal Blue but instead of a cake incident it’s leaked nudes. I was asking myself the question, “Why would Laurent even trust Damen to begin with?” and came up with this backstory.

Will this stick around? Who knows.

Under the break for hints of canonically terrible Regent.

Thin, pale fingers skimmed the edge of cool glass. Would he remember? Laurent didn’t want to know… he didn’t. What would it change, if he did? What would it matter if the man standing before him could properly place the tear-streaked face of a thirteen year-old-boy.

“I’m fine,” he’d said, this younger version of himself.

“Sure you are,” Damen smiled, those dimples, and drummed his fingers on the counter nearest to the kitchen’s entrance.

Laurent sat, spine straight; perfect posture, perfect prince. He didn’t lift a finger to swipe away the salty mess that betrayed his true age. Men don’t cry, his uncle said, over and over, as if the true failure between them were Laurent’s tears.

“I don’t know about you,” Damen started, “but when I can’t sleep, I like to drink hot chocolate.”

“I’m thirteen,” Laurent said.

Damen lifted an eyebrow. “And I’m seventeen.”

Laurent couldn’t help but frown.

“Are we doing more than stating ages?”

Laurent crossed his arms over his chest in a huff. On the way to the pantry, Damen ruffled Laurent’s soft, blond hair, managing to make a mess of it before Laurent remembered to bat away the unwelcome hands.

(Deep inside, in a place Laurent had long thought frozen solid, his weathered heart thump-thumped anew.)

“I’ll make us both mugs,” Damen said, and stuck his head in the pantry. “Where do you think the owners keep their chocolate?”

Across the kitchen, still seated at the table, Laurent bit his lip. He supposed he could help (on the right, third shelf up) but for a moment he liked being a stranger, a commoner, a not-Laurent. A thirteen year-old-boy who hadn’t stowed away to crash his big brother’s twenty-first birthday.

A boy.

He wanted to be just a boy.

“Ah-hah!” Damen shouted, stepping out of the pantry with a fist full of supplies. “I don’t suppose you know how to work the stove?”

“Only a moron doesn’t know how to work the stove.”

Damen shrugged, a what can you do? motion that Laurent would never admit he found charming.

And so Laurent helped his big brother’s best friend make them cups of hot chocolate. And they drank from steaming mugs with tiny marshmallows floating on top. And Damen listened as Laurent ventured in short, biting sentences to explain all of the trouble with Akielos and all of the merits of Vere.

Damen hummed and smiled and didn’t contradict one single point and Laurent quickly learned that there were, in fact, some downsides to being just a boy.

For even boys could see, could want, could love.

What would it matter? Laurent asked himself again. Besides everything.

[wromwood]

Boy am I glad I didn't need to get too many ingredients for cooking dinner tonight. My local Lidl has a limited edition shelf of "American" stuff right now and I just HAD to try a few things. I only bought two items, and took pictures of only the things I found the most interesting, but here are the pics I took from "most understandably American" to "huh?"

Not-Twinkies!

This one makes absolute sense, which is why it was one of my two purchases. I tried one, and they definitely feel and taste more "real" than Twinkies do. But they basically look the part, even down to being individually wrapped in plastic. I almost don't want to say they did their research for this one because I don't think you need to do much research to know that Twinkies feel essentially American.

I'm sure they'll decompose when the apocalypse comes, but these are pretty good!

Barbecue marshmallows and grilling sticks!

Ohhhhh how I wish I could've gotten these. Sadly, I have no access to fire, and cannot enjoy grilled marshmallow goodness.

The only way they could've made this more American is if they sold the marshmallows next to chocolate bars and graham crackers. Good job!

Pancake mixes, in a variety of flavors

Yeah, I can totally see why this is viewed as American. And the chocolate chip and salted caramel flavors sound interesting! Too bad I'm not much of a breakfast/morning person, nor do I have a frying pan. Wish I could try it for myself, but it gets a passing grade in concept and look alone.

Bags of roasted peanuts

This is where we enter the "neutral" territory of the list. Are bags of roasted peanuts really seen as American? Or did this company want an excuse to market their leftover peanuts in a different way? If I really think about it, I can imagine a couple reasons why this is American- carnivals/circuses used to sell bags of peanuts as snacks, and parts of the country turn peanuts into snacks in other ways. Still, this gets a neutral grade because, to me at least, it's otherwise an average product.

Sliced pickles... kinda

On the one hand, I can see how sliced pickles can be associated with America- you put em on burgers. But the label really drags it down on my "neutral" list, still calling them "pickled gherkin slices." Can't pretend I'm back in home sweet home like that.

Bag of sweet popcorn

This one is especially confusing to me. I keep hearing UK friends tell me that their idea of American popcorn is our good old salty, buttery kind. And I agree with them! At least where I'm from, popcorn is generally only sweet when it's kettle corn, which is also still a little bit salty. Shame how this America theme dropped the ball on something fairly obvious.

Inexplicable blueberry drink

... I don't know why this exists. A friend of mine says it could be because blueberries are a North American species, so I guess that's the logic behind the drink. Otherwise, it just confused me when I first saw it. Blueberry drink sounds great, don't get me wrong, but it's not what I'd call a typical American product. If I saw this on the shelf of an American store, I'd think it was some special new drink.

This was the second product I got and I'll try it later tonight!

And those are the "American" products that caught my eye at Lidl. It's so fun seeing what people in the UK come up with when they try to evoke the feeling of the USA. I'm genuinely a little sad that these items won't be in Lidl forever, as I want a chance to try more of em.

[justperfumeasks]

Summer scents! I know it’s a bit of a cliche but I still adore Claris Eau Dynamisante and have done for years… I recently discovered L’Occitane Terre de Lumiere when a friend bought me a gift set of miniatures - it’s a “sweat” scent that really works on hot skin. I do like to chuck a curve ball and use something heavy like Obsession or a spicy or patchouli scent to blast a few nostrils.

Good question - though it's currently winter here so I have my head in the winter scent game - not that I have hard rules about that. For summer I like a lot of clean scents, heavy on the musk and citrus.

I recently picked up Lanvin's A Girl In Capri which is a cheapie here, under $30, and will be lovely in summer. It was a blind buy based on reviews that said it smells of kitchen cleaner, which frankly appeals to me. It's a nice salty, airy lemon. I got a bottle of The Body Shop's Rebel Rosebud for my birthday and when I wore it the other day my dad said I "smell like summer". It's more of a cold weather scent in my opinion - woody and rich - but the strong, blooming rose does lend a summery air. I've already packed my perfumes for my holiday which is taking place in the late British summer so I had the warmer weather in mind - I am taking: Maison Margiela's Lazy Sunday Morning which smells of clean hotel room sheets, Snif's Tart Deco which is a ripe, sweet cherry and almond, Maison Francis Kurkdjian's Aqua Celestia Cologne Forte, which is a juicy and bright blackcurrant and bergamot, Phlur's Not Your Baby which is marshmallow-y violet baby powder, Valentino's Donna Born In Roma which is more of a night scent, a thick, sort of plastic-y jasmine and vanilla that reminds me of powdery vintage makeup. As for your suggestions, I love Terre de Lumiere, it reminds me of Bond No 9's Eau de Noho with a honey kick - it was long on my wish list but was discontinued before I got to it. I used Clarin's Eau Dynamisante all summer through the 2000s so I have fond memories of that one. It's too astringent and clinical for me these days but it was an amazing sweat killer. x