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parspicle · 5 years ago

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I made a self insert fic of my girl’s, Tea Mom, shop so enjoy the soft

(Tea Mom, as Lilona has been dubbed, is one of my ocs for @vampire-mythoverse !!)

The forest was cold, the leaves crunching beneath my feet. A chill went down my back, as I pulled up my scarf. My breath was created gentle, smokey clouds in the air.

A soft but vibrant smell wafted through the air. It was flowery, almost… pink, if that made sense. It was a colorful smell.

It smelled like a home.

My home.

It brought me back to my room. The room you missed so: the squooshy, cushiony warm blanket covering the old but comfortable mattress I spent so long curled up on, the silklike pillows, all soft pastel colors, and the tens of stuffed animals, piled up to try and reach Angaea.

Before I knew it, I had lead myself to the source.

It was a very cozy, small shop. The windows reflected the cold, piercing sunlight of the autumn skies into warm, pleasant rays of sunlight. The inside was a soft, pastel pink, though my vision got blurrier when I pressed my face against the freezing glass, my breath fogging up the window.

It was comfortable. There was a counter top, covered with flowers, many of them odd for the time of year, and lightly-colored wooden stools were pulled up to the counter.

The door opened, causing the bell above to ring. I jumped back from the window, feeling caught in the act.

A lady, perhaps a little shorter than 6 feet, blinked, her soft yellow eyes looking me up and down. She laughed softly, waving with the hand not holding the doorknob. “Ah- hello there! I saw you staring. You’re welcome to come in! Can I offer you a cup of tea?”

“Tea…?” Ah, yes. This must be a tea shop. That would explain the pleasant smell and warmth. I nodded, going in as she shut the door behind me.

“What kind of tea do you like, dear?”

I shrugged.

“No preference? Ah, I’ll get you the most popular, then.”

She had a… slightly odd accent. It was familiar, but I couldn’t place it. I looked around. The window was tinted, it seemed, though the inside was just as pink as I had thought.

“Where do you come from, stranger?”

I blinked, caught off guard. “Oh- Me?” I looked around. There wasn’t anyone else, so, obviously she meant me. “Uh… Pretty far from here. Over in… that direction.” I, not thinking about it, gestured towards home.

“That makes sense. You look too cold to be from here.” She laughed, setting her kettle on the stove.

Well… she was right. With my scarf and two jackets, I did look colder than she did. She had a simple white blouse on, layered with a pink jacket that matched the shop’s aesthetic, as well as her ruffled skirt, which reached towards the floor. Her hair, instead of being down like my own, was tied in a very long braid, that reached the second tier of her skirt.

“What brings you here, of all places?”

“I just… needed to get out of the house for a while. And, I’m… visiting family. In the next town over.” By “a while”, I meant a week, but she didn’t need to know that.”

“Seems rather far for getting out of the house. And odd for someone like you to be out here alone.”

Someone like me? I stiffened, slightly offended.

“Oh- I mean no offense. You just seem… human.”

“And- you aren’t?”

She laughed gently, grabbing a mug. “Of course not! I’m a magus, dear.”

“Oh…” I sunk into my seat a bit, awkwardness sinking into me as I did.

“The forest is a dangerous place,” she mused, the kettle whistling. She stepped away from the counter, short heels clicking against the wood as she grabbed the kettle and poured the less-than-boiling water into the mug. It, too, matched the shop.

Everything was pink…

“Certainly not a place to go undefended. How many scoops of sugar would you like, hon?”

“Just- one, please.” I reached for my wallet, before she noticed and wove her hand.

“Oh- please, don’t worry about payment! It’s the least I can do for someone like you. You seem like you’re in need of a kind place at the moment.”

“I… I do?”

“Of course! You’re sort of far from home, and I’m sure you’re cold.” She set the mug in front of me. The same soft, pinkish smell wafted up through the air again. I teared up. She blinked, tilting her head; her hair swayed in the air. “Are you alright?”

I nodded, smiling gently as the thought of home. “Yeah, I’m just… homesick.”

“I’d expect that from someone line you. How long has it been since you’ve been in your own bed, dear?”

I wiped away a tear, crossing my ankles. “Just about a day.”

“Your bed is very important to you, then?”

“Very…”

“Ah. I hope you get home soon, then.”

I talked with her for an hour longer. Her name was Lilona, and she had opened her tea shop a 103 years ago or so.

“A hundred and three years…”

“Yep! A long time ago.”

“I doubt my mom was even born then…”

She laughed at that.

She was particularly invested in me. She asked me where I came from, and asked for some stories of my day-long travel.

It wasn’t malicious in the slightest; she got a look of soft wonder whenever I answered her with stories. She was invested in every word I spoke. She asked questions, forcing me to remember more of the good times.

When I was sent on my way, she wished me good luck. She told me to come back if I was ever in town again.

I felt safe, a warm feeling spreading from my heart to the tip of my head and toes. It felt like a hug almost. I felt like the good luck she wished me would stay with me. The fluffy pink feeling I had in the shop lingered.

It was nice.

#Vampire mythoverse #self insert fic #fluff #A whole LOT of fluff #can I describe smells as pink? of course I can fuck you

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dangerouscommiesubversive · 4 years ago

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Commie, do you have any recommendations on how to make the wrist and hands write and type longer? Writing and typing is fun (HAHAHA looks at all the lab reports and projects and programs) but wrists gets burned out too easily. How do you maintain typing so many?

Well, I do a lot of my writing during the work week, so some of how I manage it is just that I’ve got a lot of time in which I don’t have much else to do (my job has a ton of downtime). My job is also mostly clerical, though--that is, I do a lot of typing for that too--so I spend a lot of time worrying about my hands and wrists. I’ll be honest, I don’t take great care of them, but here’s some things that can help:

Proper typing posture--I’m lucky enough to have an actual desk and a decent desk chair (hoping to upgrade the chair soon); I know a lot of folks right now are stuck working at the kitchen table, sitting on the bed, etc. I won’t make assumptions about the space you’re working in, but if possible, make sure you don’t have to reach to type. Sit on a cushion or a dictionary if your chair is too short, or if you’re working on the bed or couch, prop up your computer on a pillow or a stack of books. (Those breakfast-in-bed trays are great for this too, if you have or can afford one.) Do your best to sit up straight and keep your forearms roughly level, with your wrists not bending too much.

Play with something--I keep a squishy stress ball at my desk*, it’s a nice dark blue and brain-shaped and came from the student counseling center where my little brother went to college. Squeezing it helps with hand pain, especially since I find if I tense my muscles deliberately, it can make it easier to then relax them. You can get a lot of things for this--regular stress balls, specialized hand-therapy balls that come in sets with different levels of resistance, putty that you can mold as you’re exercising, sets of hand therapy toys that you can loop your fingers into, squooshy plush, etc.

Exercise--There are exercises that you can do specifically to help with hand and wrist pain from repetitive strains like typing! They’re easy to google, but there here are some from the website Darebee: one for hand mobility, one to strengthen your tendons, one for wrist pain, and one for general hand strength. (I like the Darebee ones because they’re simple, you don’t need any equipment, and you can download little PDF posters that lay them out for you.)

Use a wrist support--For one, a wrist rest for your computer can be helpful if you’ve got the space for it. Also, though, if you can afford it, I’ve found that compression gloves work wonders--I need to find mine, actually, they might be with my knitting. (I have a number of hobbies that put repetitive strain on my wrists, it’s probably bad for me.) There are also heavier wrist braces designed for sleeping in, to help your wrists stay stable and heal a bit.

Take breaks--Very few of the fics I post were written in one go! I write a paragraph or two, I take a break, I write another one, I delete half of the first one, I take another break...you get the idea. If your hands hurt really badly, stop typing, even if it’s only for five minutes.

I hope this is at least a little helpful!

*I keep a lot of toys at my desk, my need to stim is powerful and continuous. Apart from the stress ball, I also have a hacky-sack (which I use like the stress ball, but it’s tougher), a one-ounce jar of Play Doh, two Signal Bikes, an Eyecon, a fidget cube, a fidget spinner, and I keep my crochet things on hand. If I’m not doing something with my hands at all times I get twitchy.

#anonamouse

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I’m absolutely addicted to Squishmallows now. Please help me. I can’t stop. The Squishmallows........

As an aside, it is Toys for Tots season now! Kids love these! Up at the store, they’re losing their heads for them! If you have some spare time and money, I highly recommend picking one of these squishy squooshy little friends, maybe a few more, and donating them to Toys for Tots or a similar charity. Make a kid happy this Christmas!

(This post was in no was endorsed by Squishmallows, I’m just addicted to them. They’re so darn cute! I also support making sure every kid gets at least one nice thing for Christmas, because that’s a special holiday for all.)

#daily life #squishmallows #toys for tots #happy holidays #holidays #christmas #christmas 2018

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ridhimabhasincollection · 3 years ago

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timmyrx2000 · 6 years ago

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Dipper Steps Up: Chapter 11

Chapter Index: (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13)

Chapter 11

Wendy tiptoed downstairs early the next morning and woke Dipper. "Hey, dude," she said, sitting on the sofa next to where he lay huddled in a blanket. "Wanna go for a walk and show me your nabe?"

"Uh—what?" Dipper asked, holding onto the blanket a little more tightly.

"Your neighborhood, man!" Wendy said, grinning. "See, I've only ever been to California like three times before this, and we never got anywhere near as far south as the Bay area. I wanna see where you live."

"S-sure," Dipper said. "Where are my, uh, jeans?"

"Here ya go."

He took them. "Th-thanks. If, uh, you know, you might want to step into the hall—"

"C'mon, man! I got three brothers! I gotta take you campin' so you can get over some of these hang-ups! Or—hey, don't tell me you sleep raw?" She playfully grabbed the blanket, and he held on to make sure she couldn't yank it down.

She flipped it up instead. "Yup," she said. "I kinda figured you for a tighty-whitey guy. Get your jeans and shoes on. We don't have a whole lot of time."

She had changed to her normal outfit of green plaid flannel shirt over a white undershirt, jeans, her logging boots—and Dipper's pine-tree hat. He donned her trapper hat, and she chuckled. "Remember, dude, we have a date in June to meet in the Shack and exchange headgear again!"

They sauntered along the rows of houses, Dipper stammering out an excuse that it was only suburbia, after all. "Yeah," she said, "but it's interesting to me! I mean, my whole life we've lived away out in the woods, like five miles from our closest neighbor. This looks friendlier."

He had the inspiration to take her to Piedmont Park, which meandered for a good many acres and featured hills, a small stream (complete with waterfall), a fountain—normal park stuff, as Soos might say. And on the trail, she—she reached out and took his hand. "You were real brave," Wendy said. "Mabel told me all about it."

Dipper shrugged. "Chuck's a good friend. Couldn't let a ghost get him."

"Yeah, but Ford says old Nathaniel always held a grudge in life. You watch your butt from now on, hear? And if you see any sign of him, you get on the horn to me right away. Don't wait until he shows up dragging a chain through your bedroom or some junk."

A couple of fit-looking women in headbands and leotards, out jogging on this early Sunday morning, ran toward them, chatting. They waved and smiled.

When they had pounded past, Dipper said miserably. "Now they'll talk about how I'm way too short for you. And too young. They'll make fun of us."

She squeezed his hand. "So what? Let 'em giggle. And you know, you've grown like four inches since last summer. I think I finally leveled off, so you're catchin' up a little." They stopped in the middle of a wooden bridge, and Wendy added, "Mm, we could almost be out in the woods here. This is nice, man. Hey, let me see if you're really too short for me."

Dipper wasn't prepared. She leaned—just a little—and kissed him quickly on the lips. Then, ruffling his hair and smiling, she whispered, "Mm, dude, not too short at all."

For the rest of the way, he walked on air.

Ford insisted that Mabel and Dipper accompany him and Wendy to the hospital. They arrived a little ahead of time. Though Chuck was sleeping, Mrs. Taylor was already awake, and they found an empty waiting room for a quick conversation. "I keep hearing what a wonderful doctor you are," she said.

Ford shrugged. "Mostly based on a few papers I did for medical journals. I'm not in practice. However, this is—a special case, as you know. Tell me: How much does Chuck remember?"

She shook her head. "Not very much at all. From the time he blacked out, he says he just has flashes, like pieces of a dream that he's almost forgotten. He sort of remembers jumping out the window, but then nothing until Dipper and Mabel pushed him down in the labyrinth."

"That's when the spirit of Nathaniel Northwest was forced out of him," Ford said.

"He—he says he felt—not angry at them, but—but sad, because it was like he'd lost something."

"His own spirit was dormant within him," Ford said. "Believe me, if the kids had been just a minute late, Chuck would have been thrust completely out of his body, fully aware—but invisible. He would have become the ghost, and Nathaniel would have taken over his body completely."

"And that's a terrible feeling," Dipper said. When Mrs. Taylor stared at him, he added, "I know. Don't ask me how, but I do."

A few minutes later, Chuck woke up still feeling a little groggy, and his left arm obviously hurt him. He acted embarrassed when Mabel kissed his cheek. "I, uh—was I talking crazy yesterday, Mabel?"

"Meh," she said, shrugging. "Nothing so cray-cray that I hated it!" She glanced around and lowered her voice. "So—you still want to hang out with me?"

"Yeah!" he said, and immediately blushed.

"You got it," Mabel said happily.

Ford, Dipper, and his mom explained to him exactly what had happened, and he grew pale. But then Ford handed Mabel a thin chain with a tiny gem. "Give it to him," he said. When Chuck took it from her, Ford said seriously, "Chuck, this will protect you. We can't destroy a ghost, but we've dealt him a blow that he'll have to recover from before he can be a threat. As long as you wear this, you're safe. Now, when you're twenty-one, the threat is over. You can take it off the day after your twenty-first birthday—but hang on to it. When you marry, and if you have children, pass it along to your first son."

Now Chuck blushed again. He looked sideways at Mabel. "Uh—what if it's twins?"

Dipper had to turn away to keep from laughing where Chuck could see him. But Ford very seriously said, "One will still be the first-born son, and he's the one you have to protect. Remember that."

Dipper recovered his poise and said, "Until then, tell the guys on the team that a girl—"

"Your girl," Wendy corrected. Mabel giggled.

"Your girl," Dipper continued, "gave it to you and it's your lucky charm."

Chuck sighed. "I—won't be on the team," he said. "Broken arm will put me out for the rest of the season."

"Next year, then!" Mabel said. "'Cause you're no quitter!"

Chuck reached for her hand. "Next year," he said, making it sound like a promise.

All too soon, Ford and Wendy had to leave for the Oakland airport—"Second time I've been in a plane, guys!" Wendy said. "Stanley told me it would be awful, but I like it!"

Practice started again Monday afternoon. The team heard the news and practice went—well, terrible, to be honest. As Coach Waylund patiently pointed out the many errors and problems, Dipper said, "Uh, Coach? Chuck will come back to school on Wednesday or Thursday. Is it OK if he comes to practice? To, you know, watch and advise us?"

"I'll be disappointed if he doesn't," Waylund said. "Tell him that. By the way, Pines, where's your cap?"

"Uh, it, uh, blew off," Dipper said. "I couldn't find it."

"Well, pick up a replacement before Saturday's game," Waylund said. "That fur thing is an interesting fashion statement, but it won't do for playing baseball. Did you go back and look for the cap?"

"I couldn't find it," Dipper said. That was a white lie. A team of horses chained to him couldn't drag him back to that labyrinth.

Chuck made it to Thursday practice, not dressed out, but wearing his own cap. He watched the guys practice fielding, and during a break he called Dipper over. "Take off your trapper hat," he said. Then he clapped his own baseball cap onto Dipper's head. "Here, use mine. I won't need it for the rest of the season."

Dipper touched the brim. "Aw—thanks, man. Up high!"

Mabel had started coming to every single practice—in fact now she sat in the dugout—and she said, "Don't worry, Chuck, I'll buy you a new one myself! And Brobro, don't you ever get rid of that one! That's your lucky charm!"

The Saturday game was against the Palo Alto Pirates—not a game that the team would dread, ordinarily, since the Panthers and Pirates were on a roughly equal footing and had very similar win-loss records.

However, without Chuck . . ..

In the locker room, guys got dressed out and sat in gloom on the benches, muttering to each other and pounding their fists in their gloves. Dipper felt edgy and couldn't stop pacing, his cleats clicking on the tile floor. He had a sinking feeling that everything was about to go wrong—and it would be mostly his fault. He'd been lousy in the last three practices.

He kept adjusting Chuck's cap on his head and telling himself, "Calm down, calm down, calm down!" That only made him more nervous.

Then he heard a couple of guys yell, and he turned to see Chuck grinning, wearing his jersey—except only one button was buttoned, so it could hang over his cast like a cloak. He was high-fiving everyone, Barb, Bobby, Petey, Kenk. "So, who died?" he yelled. "C'mon, you guys, show a little life! The Pirates are pushovers!"

He scooped up Dipper's batting helmet and smooshed it into Hi-Ho's face. "Smells like victory!" Chuck yelled.

"Foo! Victory stinks, man!" Hi-Ho shot back, shoving the smelly helmet away. He hugged Chuck, carefully, avoiding the cast, which now sported dozens of autographs, including the whole team, plus a great big red heart with MABEL in squooshy-looking balloon letters. "Seriously, dude, good to have you here. You gonna sit in the dugout?"

"Duh!" Chuck said. "I'm gonna keep notes, too, so you guys play good, or you'll have to answer to me."

Well, that was a positive send-off. Too bad it didn't last.

The game didn't begin badly. The Pirates won the toss and chose to bat first—always their preference, because their coach believed getting on the board early was a key to shaking up an opposing team. They did score one run, but in the bottom of the second Piedmont not only tied, but got one up when Mike crossed the plate. Unfortunately, the next batter popped out and the Panthers took the field again.

Dipper couldn't shake his attack of nerves. He kept pounding his glove and scraping his cleats as he played second, but he had the panicky feeling that if he went for a line drive he'd miss it. Or fumble the ball when trying to tag out a runner. Do something stupid.

Mabel, who had become a crowd favorite, was working extra hard, boogying, turning cartwheels, leaping, leading enthusiastic cheers. That day, she seemed more a distraction than a morale booster to Dipper. He felt bad that Chuck was watching his lackluster performance and kept thinking how much better it would be if Chuck could stand on the mound.

By the time the fifth inning ended, each team had upped its score, and the teams were locked in a 3-3 tie. And as the sixth started, everything just fell apart.

The first Pirate up to bat hit a clean single, and he led off first base so far that Dipper kept trying to send telepathic messages to Jon-J on the mound: Throw to first!

It didn't work. The next man up smacked a long fly past Petey, the right fielder, who finally backpedaled and misjudged it, catching it on the bounce. He threw to Dipper, but wide, and though Dipper managed—barely—to get to the throw and catch it, the runner was already standing on second base. Dipper threw the ball to the pitcher and watched Jon-J shaking his head and smacking the ball hard into his glove. Bobby, catching, sent him two signals that he shook off.

Jon-J had a good fastball, and he tried it. The batter swung, missing by a mile. That seemed to give Jon-J heart, and he threw a deliberate ball, then sizzled another fastball past the batter for a called strike. He risked one more fastball—and the batter fanned it. The next man up, though, the biggest player for the Pirates, hit another single, sending a man home and putting the Pirates up by one run. And the next Pirate virtually copied the previous one, batting in another runner.

Maybe Jon-J had strained his arm. He walked the next man, loading the bases. And the next batter smacked a weak flyball that Dipper backed up and easily caught, firing it to Bobby for a double play.

The Panthers went in to bat with the score five to three, Pirates leading. Kenk got a single—barely running out the throw to first—but then Mike, who seemed as worried as Dipper felt, misjudged every pitch and went down swinging. Petey popped out. JD and Barb both got singles, loading the bases—and then Jon-J, who looked exhausted, struck out on four pitches, just managing a weak foul tip on one.

At the top of the seventh, Jon-J put his heart into pitching, but he was obviously tired and shaken up. The first Pirate up hit a fly straight into the center fielder's glove. The next one got a single on Jon-J's first pitch. The next hit to right field, where Petey DeFoy, maybe trying to compensate for his weak performance earlier in the game, bobbled the catch, temporarily lost the ball, and then hesitated before deciding where to throw it. The error stretched a single into a double and brought in another Pirate run. Even worse, Jon-J, now badly shaken, walked the next batter, again loading the bases.

To Dipper's surprise, the coach called a time out and motioned him to come in as he walked to the mound. He got there in time to hear Waylund say, "Your call, son."

Miserably, Jon-J said, "I can't concentrate, Coach. And my arm's gone. Pull me out."

"You got it. Good try, though. Pines—take the mound."

"Wh-what?" Dipper stammered. "Coach, no, I can't—"

"Taylor says you can."

Dipper looked over at the dugout. Chuck stood waving at him, and he gave Dipper a thumbs-up.

"Take the mound, son," Waylund said kindly. "Keep your mind in the game and do your best. That's all we're asking."

Dipper warmed up, but he wasn't used to pitching. Bobby helpfully offered suggestions by means of signals from behind home plate. Dipper took them all.

Oddly, his inexperience seemed an advantage at first. He could hit the strike zone, but his pitches were erratic enough to baffle the first man up, who popped a little looper right to first base, where it was caught and fired home before the Pirates could try for another run. The next batter swung at two of Dipper's pitches—not fastballs, exactly, and not curves, but, well, dippers—but then connected for a single. And another run crossed the plate, putting the Pirates up 7-3, with the bases still loaded.

As if from a great distance, he heard Mabel off in front of the grandstand: "Dipper! Dipper! Put him out! That's what pitching's all about!"

Do it for sis.

He took a deep breath and pitched. Swung on for strike one. He considered the second and went for the outside corner, just missing it. Ball one. Strike zone again, but a little high—and the batter got a piece of it, sending a skipping grounder off to Dipper's left. Dipper lunged for it, fielded it, and whipped it to Bobby, who got the runner out as he started a desperate slide.

Then as they came to bat, it was do-or-die time for the Panthers. X-man, who looked exhausted, struck out and plodded back to the dugout. Hi-Ho got a respectable double—though he barely beat the throw to second. Bobby, who acted a little fresher than the rest of the team, hit what first looked like a home run, but it lost altitude going into the slot between left and center field, and the center fielder was just a little too slow and the hit ran out of steam and bounced off the chain-link fence. Still, Bobby, too, made it to second, and Hi-Ho scored.

And there the rally ended. Dub popped out. Dipper stepped to the plate tense and shaking, his hands soaked with sweat inside the batting gloves. He couldn't control his breathing or his pounding heart.

He was just as bad at bat as he had been back in the fall at the first practice. With the sweat of anxiety stinging his eyes, he couldn't judge the pitches and struck out one, two, three, even going after an impossible outside ball.

The Panthers lost seven to four.

And Dipper dragged into the dugout thinking It's all my fault.

He had no option. For the good of the team—

He'd have to quit.

To be continued

Note from the Authors: This was just an idea I had but the one who really worked his magic and wrote almost all of this is none other than BillEase. He’s an amazing author who usually hangs out at fanfiction.net. Don’t pass up on a chance to check out his stuff. This guy is AMAZING. He wrote the story, I just gave the plot.

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doomface · 7 years ago

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Any DJD headcanons?

- Should the DJD ever acquire holoforms Helex and Tesarus’ would just be Jetta and Roxy of the misfits. Helex being Jetta and Tesarus being Roxy.

They naturally stop using them as holoforms once the paparazzi starts to get on their asses, but still!

- Tarn falls asleep doing paperwork at his desk a lot. He has a lot of paperwork and doesn’t really have a proper or healthy recharging schedule -- it catches up to him! Nickel scolds him about this and he always says he’s going to change his sleeping schedule around or at least try to sleep in a proper bed, but he often gets too lost in his work to remember his promises to her and continues to pass out at his desk.

- All the DJD have pointy teeth I’m sorry I don’t make the rules.

- Tarn is no Helex, but he runs pretty warm and gives nice warm hugs.

- Tesarus lives for energon goodies and everyone is always sure to pick him up some when they stop at any places that might have them.

- Once a protoform somehow got taken aboard the peaceful tyranny by accident. (Think MTMTE holiday special only an ACTUAL protoform) none of them knew how to deal with it. Nickel probably would have known how to deal with it, but this was pre-Nickel.

Naturally by the time they noticed their little stowaway they were far FAR away from any place to drop them off. After spending their first couple weeks among the DJD of all bots its needless to say that the bot went on to be a good little loyal decepticon.

Much as the team had grown used to their presence they knew they couldn’t continue to raise such a precious and new thing and dropped them off at the nearest Decepticon outpost sometime later. They still call sometimes!

- Tesarus and Helex love stomping on little organics and would gleefully stomp on humans like a bunch of squooshy insects. Tarn doesn’t want to get that crap on his feet. Vos is a bit small for proper stomping but would grab a human and squeeze just for the giggles. Kaon would probably stomp also. Nickel would grouse about having to clean up her messy murder boys, but not so secretly enjoy some organics getting wrecked.

#headcanons #djd #maccadam #i tried ORZ #Anonymous

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zazzyzoo · 7 years ago

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Cookin’ with wrestlers! Hey yo, chico! Today’s recipe is utterly PHENOMENAL! Melty, toasty goodness, jazzed up with a little culinary ingenuity? Survey says... that’s TOO SWEET! See, as it turns out, when AJ Styles and Scott Hall tag-team in the kitchen, you get Smoked Gouda & Avocado Grilled Cheese Sandwiches!

There are about a gazillion things that go well with melty cheese. Avocado is perhaps not one you’d think of right away. But there’s so much more to avocado than guacamole. When Scott and AJ told me they wanted to put it on a grilled cheese sandwich, I raised an eyebrow. But those clever guys knew what they were doing. The key, they said, was to pan-fry the avocado first to crisp it up a bit, so it wouldn’t just add to the squooshiness already provided by the cheese. Textural contrast -- not to mention intensified flavor -- is the goal.

A note about ingredients. While simple as always, I must admit I kinda betrayed my hard-and-fast rule of cheapness for this recipe. When the fellas dispatched me to the grocery store, they urged me to spring for nice cheese and bread. The quality of the bread really makes a big difference between a regular sandwich and a special one. Is the difference enough to make me spend more? Not usually, because I’m a skinflint. But once in a while, for a treat, there’s no shame in increasing your bread budget by a buck or two.

AJ and Scott used smoked Gouda for this sandwich. Again, not the cheapest on Earth, but when all you ever use is regular ol’ cheddar or basic Swiss (like me), it’s an incredible experience to cook with fancy cheese. Smoked Gouda has a really nice flavor -- not so intense as to overpower mild ingredients like avocado, but definitely distinctive: smoky, nutty, and sharp. And it melts well, which makes it a good choice for grilled cheese. A thick wedge (the size of a generous slice of pie) cost me $6. Not too bad, I suppose, as fancy cheeses go. I wouldn’t buy cheese at this price all the time, but once in a while, yeah.

Cost-effectiveness aside, this is a quick and easy recipe. The quantities below yield 2 good-sized sandwiches.

4 slices of bread

1 avocado, peeled and sliced*

1 good-sized wedge of smoked Gouda, sliced about 1/3″ thick

A few dashes of black pepper

A few dashes of garlic powder

A little butter or margarine

1 tbsp cooking oil (the guys used vegetable oil today)

*Never worked with an avocado before? Prepping it is easy. Rinse and dry it, then slice it in half lengthwise (see photos). Dig the sharp edge of a small knife into the big seed in the center, and gently twist. The seed will pop out. Turn each half of the avocado flesh-side down and press into the skin with your thumbs. The hunks of green flesh will easily fall out of the skin. Then just slice up the hunks.

Lightly butter each slice of bread on only one side. Set aside.

Heat the oil in a skillet over medium. Lay the avocado slices in the pan and cook for about 2 minutes, or until the bottoms are golden-brown. Flip the slices over and cook for about the same length of time. Remove from heat and season with the pepper and garlic powder. Set aside.

Heat a separate skillet over medium. Lay two pieces of bread in it, buttered side DOWN. Arrange the cheese and avocado slices over both pieces of bread. Then top with the other two pieces of bread, buttered side UP.

By the time you’ve done all this, it’s probably time to flip the sandwiches; the total time for the first side to cook is only a minute or two. Scott and AJ found it easiest to flip using a spatula underneath, while holding the sandwiches together on top with the back of a wooden spoon.

Cook the other side for another minute or so, and serve right away. Super-easy, yet super-deluxe! The guys served it with some ice-cold beer. Definitely optional, but if you choose to follow their lead, well... please enjoy responsibly, and all that mumbo-jumbo.

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If the thought of spending extra dough on fancy-schmancy bread and cheese feels like a sword through your heart, then feel free to use more affordable, everyday options. It’ll still be delicious. And it’s fun to experiment with different stuff, so go for it!

#recipe #aj styles #scott hall #razor ramon #wwe #wcw #roh #njpw #kirsten larson #bullet club #nwo #grilled cheese #avocado #beer

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