#i like garlic. have i mentioned that

[transgender-catboy]

I love garlic hummus and sweet potato wheat thins! It's so good

[tj-crochets]

Okay y'all, my doctor wants me to take iron supplements and inexplicably recommended a vegan one I can't take* despite the whole heme/non-heme iron thing and the whole "I'm not vegan" thing. Do you have any iron supplements you recommend? *it has raw garlic and onion in it. I can have both garlic and onion, but only cooked

[raven]

rosemary is the best ever

[discworldwitches]

i have been making roasted yam & braised arugula and poached eggs for breakfast/lunch and the difference from being overstimulated in the last few moments to how i feel after i have eaten is so major and makes the cooking worth it

[weedle-testaburger]

idk why but i have really strong nostalgic connections with the way i watched tv shows for the first time

[lazlolullaby]

the body, the mind, the heart, and the breath of Kur (The Secret Saturdays fanon)

hey you know that Artifact that Argost couped and killed a King of Kumari Kandem for? The Amulet with the Breath of Kur that was just used for unlocking the Tomb of Kur and nothing else?

...I'm gonna weave so much headcanon Lore about that.

Spoilers for the two major plot twists of the Secret Saturdays.

TL;DR Kur was split into several pieces. The Breath, which was an attempt to Kill Kur that didn't completely work. Then the Sumerians and Lemurians making a plan to actually separate and destroy Kur, splitting them into parts; The Body, aka Big Red that was buried in Antarctica, the Mind, that the Lemurians took to the Himalayas, And finally the Heart in the Kur Stone.

First Kur was an immortal God that created and controlled the cryptids. It's not clear what Kur was actually like, if he was unfair or just acting as a warrior king would. But some cryptids and humanity rebelled; they tried to steal the Breath of Kur and store it in an Amulet. So he'd stop breathing and die, or would have to negotiate for his own ability to breathe and talk back. The first body of Kur dies. People think that Kur is really dead and start to prepare a tomb.

But you don't kill Gods that easily. Kur is now a spirit that latches on to his cryptid progeny, controlling their bodies and minds, hopping around to whoever he can. Kur is pissed and decides. "Fine. You think I'm bad? I'll be bad." And gathers enough resources and energy to make a large cryptid to lay waste to the people that killed him. It's about this time that the Kur Detector artifact is created - to find Kur with whatever body he was in.

The Big Red cryptid is created, and Kur digs himself fully in, not expecting anyone to want to fight him.

So. Of course they fought. Of course they split Kur from his new body, and decided to seal Kur's spirit into a funerary tablet to bury in his Tomb, aka the Kur Stone.

Kur, of course, is still very manipulative and convinces some arrogant Lemurians to keep him closer in their Himalayan mountain range city. They split Kur again. Kur's mind is hidden in burial jewelry - a clunky necklace that "didn't fit his style".

The plan changes. The Tombkeepers believe that Kur has finally gone mad from defeat, only acting on instinct and is incapable of being reasoned with. They don't know the mind was removed, and now all that's left is just the core of Kur. The Heart.

To prevent anyone from taking control of their insane God, they layer the Tomb with traps and security measures, then use Kur's madness to scatter the keys beyond where any one person could travel in one lifetime.

Kur is just chilling at this point, every so often checking on his cryptid kids. He can't directly communicate or influence them unless they touch the jewelry, but it's fine. It's peaceful, no one prays to him, expects any favors or demands power.

Hundreds of years pass. The Lemurians either decline on their own or Kur stirs the pot, probably both.

Argost, being a Yeti of the Himalayas, and bored as hell even with killing people and taking their stuff, goes exploring. He finds the Lemurian ruins and the necklace.

Kur doesn't explain that he's Cryptid God, just that he's an ancient spirit who's seen the rise and fall of Kur. Kur imparts wisdom; mostly his knowledge of bug cryptids, trying to bait Argost into getting a Devonian annelid to swap into a better piece of jewelry - the Blue Tiger just received some gorgeous jade hair pins and he's feeling jealous.

Argost goes for a hunt, but can't enjoy it because Kur could control him - Argost wants to be the one in control. So he asks the spirit for a mask that could block Kur's senses - prevent cryptids and humans from seeing him as a Yeti. Then the jewelry is tucked away in Argost's cave. Argost uses his Cryptid Bug knowledge to make prosthetic scorpion legs for Baron Finster.

The Kur Stone is dug up. Kur's mind does register it as a large wave of energy coursing through his cryptid kids. Zak absorbed the Heart of Kur, being an empty body with no mind yet. Kur's Heart is entrenched in Zak and to remove the Heart would kill Zak.

Events of the show happen. Kur's mind can see when Zak draws on his powers, but any kind of thoughts are blocked to him - this changes slightly after "Ghost in the Machine" where Zak was mixed and split with Fisk and Komodo. Kur's mind also influenced Fiskerton to pick Antarctica, where Big Red was buried.

Because Big Red was the Created Body that Kur used, the energy was hanging around and Zak absorbed it, boosting his powers. Kur's mind can see more of what's going on, and influenced Zak in the 2nd season premiere. Kur said they were in Hong Kong. The Nagas were actually in New York. And there's not much Kur's mind can do about the War of the Cryptids.

...now if, post series if someone were to go through Argost's cave...and Zak happened to touch that burial necklace...that would be fun.

[the-trans-dragon]

Added a fourth ingredient to my most complicated food dish I can make >:3 I even wished I had some butter to add! Ill have to remember to buy some ^w^ I don't think I've bought butter in months

[garlic-the-gnome]

ive got pregnancy symptoms even though I'm on the pill. I'm probably not pregnant and I better not be.

[yumenosakiacademy]

v funny (/s) of my dad 2 joke abt my lack of eating when im not even near-anorexic anymore. booooo loser ur dick behavior is out of date. n u were already saying tht shit 2 me when i was still going thru tht hell so x2 L points 4 unoriginality bozo.

[fazcinatingblog]

Dunno what's next for me, probably a book deal to release my own cookbook and maybe a TV series and

[vaurien]

gonna be making lentil curry for dinner tonight. i think chopping vegetal is the hardest and most annoying task ever. especially onion. not garlic tho. love u garlic

[danmeireader]

i feel like looking for a video recipes is better for my nerves than scrolling through those lengthy articles where i don't even really visualize how to make the recipe like i would in a video..

except no it fucking isn't, because whether the results give me youtube 'shorts', or the pinterest video infestation, it's all fucking 50 of the same exact recipe that one person made and 49 people stole.

[screampied]

Small itty bitty req 😽😽😽 Vampire! Gojo who cums just from drinking her blood..? 🤕🤕��😸

vamp gojo getting a taste for the first time ★

◜ ❦◞ — warnings. fem! reader, vampire au / gojo, mentions of blōod, touch starved gojo, spıt, cowgirl, praise, premature ejaculatıon, biting, mdni.

you were one of his many weaknesses—disregarding the plethora of other vampire known things such as sunlight, garlic, or even stakes. you and your taste alone was enough to bring him to his knees. gojo’s entire body feels scorchingly hot the moment you cream down his cock. he’s still twitching from the inside, gentle honed claws piercing into your skin. “p- please,” he’d pant, pointed tips of his ears burning more and more tepid. a lukewarm breeze sets against his skin before he conceals his face into your neck. “m- my precious little . . human,” and you moan the moment his long, forked tongue licks a stripe near your neck. “i want more of you. please.”

there was a bit of a tremor in his voice - shaky. the more stripes he licked up your neck, the more he became addicted. the vampire’s cock was embed into you, feeling the sheer snug and warmth near the inside before his eyes roll back. with irregular breaths yanking from his lungs, he looks at you, a gentle nail scraping near your neck before he pouts. “can .. can i?”

he wants a taste,

as you’re taking your seat on his lap, it didn’t take you long to realize what he meant. gojo wanted to feed off of you. two broad hands of his grab onto your waist, pulling you close. body against body, skin against skin—your warmth was the only thing that made him pulse.

funnily enough, it’s known vampires don’t even have a pulsing heart, and yet you made him feel alive. it’s ironic.

his dick was still plugged into your gripping, gluey walls before you give him a sweet reply. “go ‘head toru, baby. get a taste.”

your voice,

it was such a treat to listen to, almost harmonic.

the way you spoke in such a pretty tune was enough to have him dump another load into you. and then another, then another.

the vampire lets off a needy moan at your answer, not hesitating to incise his chiseled, sharp fangs into the crook of your neck.

“mhm,” he whines, and you feel a bit of slippery saliva trickle its way near the edge of your neck. you were so tasty that it was enough to make him drool. as gojo licks it up, you hear a long sluuuurp and he’s making sure to savor your metallic taste. to him, you taste like candy.

and already,

he’s addicted. his tongue whisks itself against the growing bite marks and he whines again. pretty frosted lashes of his flutter as he’s relishing in your flavor. needless to say, you were simply drool worthy. “my s- sweet girl, hah, taste even better than i imagined.”

you stay still, remaining to sit on his lap. the base of his cock squishes down a bit the more your ass grinds against the weight. he groans, and the body heat that’s sticking against the two of you grows more heated. as he’s feeding, you can hear a little growl escape from his lips once you playfully try to move away. “mine, s- stay,” he grumbles, making sure to not suck away too much blood. the vampire was well aware of the precautions and didn’t wanna leave you too weak or lightheaded, regardless of how sweet you tasted. “hngh, ‘s good. ‘m gonna c- cum i think.”

“s- satoruuu,” you breathe, taking a moment to swallow and the only thing you ended of gulping down was your sweet, sweet pity.

you felt your cunt start to spasm sporadically, one hand gently wrapping around his throat as he’s collecting more of a taste. “thaaaat’s it, ‘s good. good boy, suck harder baby.”

a snowy wisp of a strand runs down his forehead before he pouts — pointed ears twitching at your praise.

good boy . .

a whine rips from his throat again, and already he can feel himself starting to thrust against you. sloppy thrusts but you still felt every inch rut its way into you. he was so eager, so feral. he couldn’t help it, if you kept teasing him this much he was going to stuff you full.

again, and again, and again.

“oh, you like when i call you that?” you peer up at the vampire, watching as he momentarily breaks away his lips from your neck. a cute fang of his pokes out underneath his bottom lip and there’s metaphoric heart eyes shimmering in his blown irises.

“y- yes,” he nods, a slight crack in his tone as you’re still happily straddling him. gojo’s face flushes deeply and a sharp gasp shortly follows. “ngh, say it again, please.”

leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose, his eyes ultimately widen into the size of saucers. “good boy, ‘toru.”

“f- fuck, woman,” he snarls under his breath, your touch alone able enough to harm him more than pungent garlic ever could.

gojo can’t help but crane your neck slightly to the right again with one hand. he moves it back to it’s original position before sinking his fangs into your neck again. once more, he feels the prodigious tang of saltiness coat against his forbidden buds that run against his tongue. you moan, tossing your head back in pleasure before feeling him starting to sniff you.

as if your taste wasn’t enough - your scent was just brutal.

you giggle at bit at the sensation of him getting off to your naturally sweet aroma. his dick was growing more aroused. its twitching multiplies and you feel every movement from the inside of your stingy walls. gojo’s whining gets louder, and before he knew it, the crown of his cock starts to vigorously thrash and thrash against your cunt. your walls were being greedy, you were barely even moving and yet, your gummy walls continue to hug him tight, never letting go.

because in the end, you didn’t wanna let go,

not now, not ever.

“c- cum, ‘m gonna cum,” he huffs, soft warm lips ghosting against the new bite marks that tattoo against your skin. he stares at his gift to you with the most lewd expression, eyes half lidded and all. feeling himself get more sheepish as each second passed, he whimpers. “i- oh, really gonna make me—”

and it’s a long pause.

it’s almost too long, radio silence and yet it was deadly. right before you could utter out a word, you feel a spurt of hotness ooze its way into your pussy. it’s slow and it’s slimy, coming out in thin velvety ropes. so much to where you feel it shoot into the very depths of your womb. gojo’s a mess, his whimpers reaching higher pitched volumes before he buries his face into your neck again.

shame overtook him—sharp nails of his gently graze against your hips as he’s holding you close, a milky ring around his base shortly painting around his fat base.

whenever he came, it was a lot. piles and piles of it, you weren’t even moving a muscle and you had him this weak. the finish came to him like a truck at full force, it was a constant ringing in his ears.

your hips buck and he grows quiet— his favorite part, listening to the final finishes. ripples of rapture overtake his body as he’s pouring his all into you, and he takes a moment to suck against your neck once more. your cunt squelched and his seed made sounds similar of its own. you mewl out a sweet sob, feeling his tongue flick against the few remnants of blood that were left near your neck before he sighs deeply.

not only was he pussy drunk but he was perhaps he was in love.

“i- i—” he murmurs, still having his face buried deep into your collarbone. gojo didn’t want you to move, he wanted you to stay. “more.”

“more what, ‘toru?” you whisper, still feeling him dump such a heavy amount of cum into you as if it was nothing. it was sticky, gluing against the entrance of your pussy as if it was some kind of adhesive. it was a mess— you were filled, a few strings of cum gluing against your opening, you feel the warmth coat against the outside and the inside. you gingerly pull his head up to look at you and the vampire leans into your gentle, familiar touch. “mm?”

“more of you,” he grumbles, and you let off a gasp once he makes you lie back, spreading your legs.

the vampire strums a soft padded thumb against your pulsating clit that had wads of cum spilling out in nice clumps before he leans down. gojo groans, lapping his own flavor up with his tongue before flickering his pretty cerulean eyes back up at you. giving your pussy a kiss, crooked sly smile forming on his reddened glossed lips. “not done, wanna bite her next.”

and you gulp, chest heaving in and out— you leer down at gojo and realize he was staring straight at your sopping wet cunt.

[ihatesebastianvettel]

i gotta be honest 2019-20 saw me at my lowest bc i was fixated on gordon ramsay and had a huge crush on him after watching all HK seasons so now everytime we see him at the GP my family gets really excited

[redysetdare]

Saw someone getting peeved at the garlic bread and cake jokes and how the ace community should just drop them and I just wanna dissect their brain to figure out what made them hate having fun so much.