#jenny and flake

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Jenny shares another newyear photo of Flake with cute dog "#niedlicher hund#vielleicht klappt das ja#buenoanno"

[anwiel13]

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📷 By Jenny

[mrsfitzgerald]

"Flake feiert Weihnachten” – the other Christmas album! Flake has reinterpreted his favourite Christmas songs with guests such as Joey Kelly, Doro Pesch, Stumpen from Knorkator, Micha from In Extremo, Tausend Tonnen Obst, Andrea Hüber-Rhone, Jenny Rosemeyer, Käptn Peng, Icke & Er and Farin Urlaub – free of tinsel and icing. (x)

[envihellbender]

What is each member of the DBD agency’s fave flavour of ice cream ?

Edwin: Rum Raisin

It was a very grown up choice, Edwin thought. Or at least he did when he was ten years old on holiday in Cornwall. He was at Lizard’s point after a walk that made his legs ache and his chest heave and being asked what he’d like in front of what looked like a tram filled with ice cream. Mostly he’d been copying his mother, she always had Rum Raisin. In fact the smell of tobacco and rum always reminded him of home. When he’d first tried it, he felt that internal sense of anxiety inside of him calm. He felt like a true adult, even his father’s permanent frown and disappointed veneer soothed. For once Edwin felt in that rainy holiday on the coast that he wasn’t a weak little child. Even now, as a teenage hundred year old ghost, he still can taste the strong, overwhelming taste and the way his mind started to feel at its most relaxed point.

Charles: Mint chocolate chip

Ice cream flavours weren’t particularly prevalent during Charles’s childhood. He ran to the ice cream van with his pocket money once a day and got the standard swirl of vanilla with a chocolate flake stuck inside. It wasn’t until he was twelve and he saw his first ever ice cream parlour that he discovered anything different. That sort of thing wasn’t common in England, it seemed so American and suave. It was like he was a character in Grease or something, he thought. When he saw the selection in front of him he felt his brain freeze with decision paralysis. He eventually pointed at the green ice cream with chunks of chocolate in it, the concept of mint being anything other than the imperials his mum kept in her pocket in the taxi so she didn’t get carsick was so alien to him… the idea that the ice cream was a soft, gentler spearmint that was tamed by the chocolate blew his mind. It was far pricier than the 99p flake, but it was worth it.

Crystal: Affogato

Crystal regularly attempts to regain parts of her memory through her senses, she doesn’t entirely know what she likes and dislikes because so much of her identity has been ripped from her. The small parts she can regain matter so much to her as a result. That was how she approached trying to remember her favourite ice cream when Jenny offered to take her and Niko to an ice cream parlour. She felt sorry for the two teens under her care who couldn’t afford to go out during the uncharacteristically hot summer and took them out for a treat. Crystal didn’t know what affogato was but there was a strong pull in her chest towards it, an electricity pulsing through her body as she demanded it. She felt uncertain when she saw them poor a hot espresso over the ice cream, but when she tasted it she felt this sense of overwhelming belonging and joy. She didn’t know why, but she knew this was a good, safe memory.

Niko: Miyazaki Mango

Niko likes a lot of ice cream and is fairly easy to please in this regard. She is generally a huge fan of sweet treats, especially the fruitier kind. However, she finds the change from the Japanese treats of her childhood to American ones. For example, she was rather disappointed when she discovered strawberries are different in the States. When it comes to ice cream she insists that Miyazaki Mango is the best in the entire world, not even other types of mango ice cream in different parts of Japan compares to it. It has to come from Miyazaki prefecture, she had it a few times when she went with her parents as a child and hasn’t tasted anything close to it since. She is offered a mango ice cream in Port Townsend and is very disappointed, dare I say disgusted, at how inferior it is.

Jenny: Black Raspberry

Jenny never had much of a sweet tooth even as a kid, but as he always did her dad tried to push her to like the normal kid things. As a result she didn’t know what her ‘favourite ice cream’ was until she was around fifteen. On trips to New England with her dad as a teen to get deliveries for the shop, they’d always stop at an ice cream parlour. She eventually tried the black raspberry expecting something similar to a raspberry swirl but was delighted to discover it contained chocolate chips. If she ever goes for ice cream and they have this flavour she orders it in bulk. As an edgy teenager she claimed it was because it looked like blood. One of the few sweet treats she adores.

The Cat King: Strawberry

CK is extremely fussy when it comes to food especially something sweet. He’d personally prefer strawberries and cream, but like most cats he is extremely partial to strawberries. He might be a little disgruntled by the cold but he’d enjoy it in the end. He once tried a tiger tail ice cream purely because of the name but when he tasted the orange and the liquorice he hissed and spat it on the ground. He considers both of those things to be poisonous and pure evil. Strawberries however he always considered quite decadent in the early years of his life and is amazed at how easy it is to get now.

Monty: Moon mist

Monty knew his new human self had to have a favourite ice cream, so he experimented and researched. He went to every ice cream shop and parlour in Port Townsend, trying everything he could find. He preferred the berry related flavours, blueberry, strawberry, raspberry… but he couldn’t find the perfect ice cream. He was reading a list of flavours in the Internet when he came across the perfect name: moon mist. He adored the moon, the planets, and the stars. He’d watch them and allow them to guide him, so it made sense they’d bringing him to his favourite ice cream. He couldn’t find anywhere in the town that had it in stock, so he printed it out and brought it to a gelato place owned by an Italian couple and asked if they could make it. When they did and gave it to him, the first taste filled Monty with joy and magic. The mix of colours and flavours made him feel like he was mixed in to the galaxy itself. As a crow banana, grape, and bubblegum were foreign to him, but now he didn’t want to eat anything else.

Night Nurse: Scottish tablet chunks in vanilla ice cream

She obviously has no such time for such trivial matters, however when she was a child in Falkirk her Uncle would make a special treat for her and her siblings. He would break-up pieces of Scottish tablet and mix it in with the ice cream. That was one of the few pleasant memories of her childhood, that was until they got sent away again. Poor Scottish children evacuated to another cold foster home in the countryside didn’t tend to get ice cream quite so much. Still, a bowl of vanilla ice cream and Scottish tablet might make her soften around the edges just a little.

[rtfics]

Who else here remembers Primal Scream Therapy? It was a huge thing in the 70s when I was a teen. Completely unhinged and absolutely useless. No surprise Delia believes in it. I bet she did it when she was a teenager.

Primal therapy became very influential during a brief period in the early 1970s after the publication of Janov's first book, The Primal Scream. It inspired hundreds of spin-off clinics worldwide and served as an inspiration for many popular cultural icons. Singer-songwriter John Lennon, actor James Earl Jones, and pianist Roger Williams were prominent advocates of primal therapy.

Seriously, my dad was a professor and I often hung out at the university. I'd sit on one of the stone walls on campus and watch students and professors screaming their heads off during a session, scaring the ducks and the squirrels.

"i'm trying to capture the perfect primal scream. i'm going to blow it, mount it on the wall and i invite all of you to do the same."

[hannahssimblr]

Note: this update contains mention of abortion. Please proceed with caution.

Where the sun is unrelenting in the south, the Dublin sky is a woolly grey. I pull up to the curb on the Clontarf seafront, where a chilly breeze raises the hairs on my arms. The gate to Alison’s flaking blue townhouse squeaks in the same key it always did, and the grass that sprouts from between the cracks in the concrete slabs is longer than it was in the spring. Unruly, as my mother would say, before leaving a passive-aggressive note in the letterbox about it. I dodge the stinging nettles that have liberated the bush by the steps and knock on the door. 

She’s home alone. She assured me she would be, and it is strange to experience her house in such a state of emptiness when it’s usually so lively. Her sisters would be arguing over a hairdryer, and her mother yelling down the phone because the signal was bad at the back of the house. Today’s silence feels mournful. The hallway is a battlefield of laundry and boxes of junk, all piled up like they are ready for the dump, but those boxes have sat unmoved for years, dust building on chipped plates and plastic toys, sun-bleached of every colour but blue.

She brings me into the living room, where the wall paint cracks and peels to reveal the smooth, pink plaster, like flesh beneath skin. We sit together on a soft, floral sofa and Alison tucks her hair behind her ears. She looks raw, her freckled skin ruddy and taut from crying. 

“You’ve gotten tanned,” she says.

I don’t know what to say to that. 

“Wait there a minute. I’ll make you a cup of tea.” 

I take her hand to stop her before she wafts away to the kitchen to distract herself, murmuring, “I think we should talk about what you’re going to do.”

She chews on her lip, already chapped, and her eyes do an anxious tour of my face. “Did you tell Jenny Smythe?”

“No.”

“Because she tells everyone everything, you know, if Jenny Smythe knows, then everyone might as well know...”

“I haven’t.”

“Does she know you’ve come to Dublin?”

“She thinks I’m visiting my family.”

“Could have come up with a better excuse, I have to say.”

“Nobody is ever going to know about this except for me, I swear. I’ll take this to my grave.”

She shrugs. 

“Okay?”

“Okay, yeah.”

Holding her hands feels like the right thing to do, but it doesn’t surprise me that she flinches away when I try. The inches between us on the cushion feel like a mile. 

“So… How far along are you?”

She frowns at the floor. “Six weeks, maybe seven, I dunno.”

“Right! And, um, do you…” I clear my throat, “Like, does…”

“It’s okay that you don’t know what to say.”

I realise I have been holding my breath, and blow it all out of my nose until my lungs empty. I feel like I’m deflating, like the battered football on the lawn outside. “Any word from Aaron?”

“No, and I doubt I’ll hear a thing. He was going on about how he wanted to be single in college anyway, so, I suppose we’re just fast-tracking that decision,” a hollow, incredulous laugh escapes her. “And I’m obviously not invited to his debs anymore. Message received.”

“Do you have any of his friends’ numbers?”

“I’m not going around ringing his friends. I’m not a desperate person.”

“Fair enough.”

“God.” She shoves the heels of her hands into her eye sockets and rubs them, hard, choking out one dry sob while a hand on the broken mantlepiece clock ticks, stuck, twitching between one second and the next, “This is so bad, like, I can’t really even believe how bad it is. I can’t fully convince myself that it’s real.”

“You’re going to be fine, no matter what comes of it.”

“It’s actually funny, almost, because this is dead-on, exactly what everyone predicted. Why is it that I can’t ever seem to, like, rise above their crap expectations of me?”

“Don’t be saying that.”

“Imagine,” she says, eyes dancing enthusiastically with her own painful musings, “how they’d all be laughing about it, how obvious it’s always been that I’d be the one this’d happen to first. ‘Bet you a tenner,’” Her voice drops in imitation of some generic boy, “‘Alison Littler’s going to be the first one in our year to get pregnant.’”

“Nobody was ever saying those things… It doesn't just happen to people like you. It could happen to anyone, it’s just luck of the draw, isn’t it?”

“I was always careful,” she says. “Always. I know that nobody would believe me if I said that, but I was.”

I haven’t been. That first time, with Michelle, I didn’t have any protection on me and we carried on anyway, and years ago, that disastrous time with Clóda, I couldn’t really see what I was doing. I was too wrapped up in the moment, in the midst of the anxiety and the sand, to notice what had slipped. I shudder to think of myself in some grim alternate universe, next to either of them in a room like this one, having the same conversation. The only reason I never was is because of dumb luck. 

I stare at a piece of thread on the carpet. “You know, I’ll do whatever I can to help you, whatever you decide to do.”

Her voice is almost inaudible. “Thanks,” and I take her hand and run my thumb over the bumps of her knuckles, little freckled mountains. 

It seems gauche to bring it up, like the wrong moment, but it is the reason I am here. I doubt the right moment will reveal itself organically.

“How much do you need me to give you?”

She rests her cheek on my shoulder, her hand curling around my upper arm while her eyes stare straight ahead and unblinking. I’m certain she feels weird, unsubtle. On the phone she squirmed with humiliation, acknowledging our distance, the tactlessness of her request, her clumsy delivery, But I told her I didn’t care. Excruciating times call for excruciating questions, and I have never felt attached to money, truly lacking of, or protective of it.

She speaks, finally, “Around six hundred.”

“Does that include travel?”

“No. I didn’t think that far ahead.”

“You’ll need to go, right? To London, or Liverpool or something.”

“I suppose that’s true.”

“So that’s what? Another hundred, maybe? And if you want to stay overnight-”

“I was hoping maybe I’d just fall down the stairs instead.”

I pause. “Was that a joke, or?”

“Yeah.”

“Right, I couldn’t tell from the way you said it.”

She peels a flake of skin from her lip and gives it a thorough examination before flicking it somewhere. I give her knee a shake so that she will look at me, and then she does, blue eyes frightened, stark against her pale features, light eyelashes, round lips, like a Botticelli angel. “Have you spoken to your friends about this? Who else have you told?”

“Nobody, just you. I don’t want anybody knowing my business.”

“But your friends-”

“They wouldn’t get it. They’d think that my choice is wrong, and they’d say all of this stuff to me that’d make me feel worse.”

“Alison…”

“No,” she insists. “I’m going to do this, and I’m going to pretend I didn’t, and then I’m never going to talk about it again, okay?”

“Okay.”

Tonight I will lose sleep over this conversation, the look she has on her face. Her fear, dread, resignation, even that dot of blood on her lip will repeat on me. I will mull endlessly over the things she goes on to tell me, her anxieties of being caught, being shamed, the loneliness of her journey, the clinic, and how they might judge her, and what she will do if she feels faint. Perhaps, she ponders, instead of waiting in the airport, she will go to the cinema after the procedure. Then, at least if she passes out, nobody will tell her she’s too ill to board a plane. Even when pooling our money together, her savings and the last of my summer allowance, there is no wiggle room for a second flight home. 

“Thank you for telling me this,” I say now, when things still feel okay, and the gravity of her choice has yet to sink in. 

“I kind of knew that you’d get it.”

We have this in common: born to a teenager. The circumstances were different, and our lives were too, but we both, Alison and I, know the strange, desolate pain of being mothered by a person who had either no desire or no ability to raise a child. 

At seven, I wasn’t supposed to hear my cousins discuss, in hushed tones, at Aunt Maureen’s dining room table, how Colette refused to hold me for months when I was a baby. About the myriad of excuses she made when someone passed me to her, like how she had left something in the oven, needed to wash her hands, make a phone call, get some air. I think that even if I hadn’t heard them criticise her, I might have known it anyway, on some deep, cosmic level, like how birds know to reject their defective young. It reveals something deep, painful, and true. Perhaps it would be stranger if I knew she had wanted me. At least now I don’t find her confusing.

“I’ll send you the money as soon as I get to the bank,” I say. “And then you’ll let me know when you’re going? If you need anything while you’re there?”

She says she will, and we hold each other on the floral couch, surrounded by all the random things in her living room until it’s time for me to go, and I know, even if I am the only one to ever know it, that I have done something good. 

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Permission Playlist!

So I‘ve tried to put together the songs which inspired me the most or that I remember vividly listening to, while writing chapters!

A lot of them just served to put me into a certain mood, so the lyrics don‘t necessarily match up, but the lyrics of most of the songs played a huge role. You might recognise some of them even 😋

Here’s the link: Permission Playlist

And if you haven‘t read Permission yet, here‘s Chapter 1.

Other than that, I want to give a little direction here, that you know which songs belong to which parts of the story, since sometimes they guided me for a whole chapter, sometimes a whole song for just a short moment! Sometimes the songs describe y/n’s point of view, but sometimes Sukuna’s too!

I’ve been writing Permission for over a year, so I probably won’t remember everything, but these were the most important ones I remember! I also tried to put them into order of when they fit into their moments or chapters:

(in-depth description (-ish) under the cut)

Song 1-15 (Wicked Games - Jenny Of Oldstones)

I listened to those songs mainly when I was planning the whole story. To give me moods, themes, emotions that I want to convey. I listened to the Game Of Thrones Soundtrack a lot in general, but those songs I listed in there were the ones who inspired me the most!

Fun fact here: Mado Kara Mieru from Christopher Tin was the one which gave me the most inspiration for how Sukuna’s melody would’ve sound like.

Song 16 (Serj Tankian - Rains of Castamere)

Basically my Soundtrack for Chapter 13 and especially the throne room scene, when the new girl arrives and Sukuna invites her in.

Song 17 - 21 (Obsessed - Entitled)

Those songs guided me from the moment when Sukuna saves y/n from the curses until the end of the camping arc. I don’t recall listening to music a lot during that time of writing, cause I acquired that skill only later 🌝

Honorable mentions here:

Zandros - Obsessed was for me the moment y/n sees Sukuna standing over her after killing the curses, seeing the snow flakes crash against his body. Idk this song carried the mood for me.

Adin - Somebody Else was one of the few songs that I connected with Sukuna’s pov.

Song 22 - 23 (Crash and Burn - Breathe)

Those songs described for me the moment when they return to the shrine and long for each other, before y/n gains the courage to knock on his door in chapter 24.

Song 24 Max Richter - On The Nature Of Daylight

I don’t remember clearly, but I think I listened to this to get in a sad mood to describe y/n’s pain when Sukuna left for war and she misses him dearly.

A good song in general to get a fucking sad mood tbh.

Song 25 - 27 (The Way - Violently)

Oh those were the songs I listened to when y/n follows him into the war. Chapter 29 & 30 all the way.

Zack Hemsey - The Way was perfect to listen to when she realises, she’s close to Sukuna and the war is starting. This remix with the sirens was perfect for me to visualise how she’s running over that battlefield, dodging the bombs, fighting her way through. It’s still such an epic scenery in my head which I hope I could convey!

Jayme Deville - Right on Time kinda gave me slow motion pictures in my head, for when Sukuna approaches her during battle.

Mira - Violently is such an incredible song for me. It describes her whole journey and emotions so so good. I listened to it when I wrote the kissing scene, but it grew to be a super important song for their whole relationship, that’s why I would choose it for a rolling credit song hehe.

Song 28 - 31 (The Shadows - Take Me Back To Eden)

Those were all the songs which inspired me for the Sex Scene when Sukuna returns from war in Chapter 32.

Honorable mention here:

Sleep Token - Take Me Back To Eden just IS the moment for me when y/n notices, that Sukuna stayed in her room and he opens his eyes to her.

The lyrics

My, my, those eyes like fire

I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre

just describe the effect that Sukuna (and his gaze and eyes) have on y/n (and on me tbh) so perfectly, that I needed to add that to the rolling credit choice as well.

Song 32 - 33 (O Saki Saki - Lahu Munh Lag Gaya)

Heh! Chapter 33, the festival! I actually planned to have a dancing scene with y/n and other people from the festival, kinda Bollywood style, to impress our Lord and Saviour Sukuna! 😆

However, since that requires A WHOLE OTHER LEVEL of writing skill, I decided to leave it. The Songs still served me perfectly well to get in the mood for a cool ass festival atmosphere for a cool ass King!

Song 34 Clann - Her & the Sea

Chapter 35, when Sukuna and y/n talk on the bridge. Just that moment and atmosphere.

Song 35 - 36 (Timeout - You Thought)

Mood Songs for when y/n is gonna find out that Sukuna fucked around when he was in war. No particular moment here, but served me to get into her emotional state.

Song 37 - 41 (Ecstasy - Luscious)

Again mood songs for sex scenes after Sukuna’s confession in Chapter 36.

I think I listened to Ecstasy and All I Need by The MXXNLIGHT for the Throne Sex in Chapter 25 as well.

Song 42 Clann - She Loves The Rain

I think this one explains itself…Dancing in the rain with Sukuna in Chapter 44.

Song 43 - 44 (Fatal Attraction - Obsession)

Again mood songs for their overall relationship, that represent how knee deep y/n is in love with Sukuna.

Song 45 Mira - Thorns

Oh Mira, how I love her music. That song was published a few chapters before I was ready to write Akiko’s murder, but it described y/n’s reaction regarding Sukuna’s apathy so perfectly in Chapter 45. My heart ached so much when I listened to it the first time!

Fun fact here: The moment when Sukuna reveals that he was pushing the maids with motivation, was actually planned to be directly after Akiko’s death. I noticed in the early draft of that chapter, that it doesn’t work out and decided last minute to completely change that plan and to write that moment into the finale of the story.

Song 46 - 48 (Blood Code - Cold Blooded)

My soundtrack for y/n’s killing spree in Chapter 46 😆

Song 49 Zandros - Look What You’ve Done To Me

Mood Song for the aftermath of Sayako’s death and y/n’s feelings about coming a monster in Chapter 47

I think that‘s it. I hope you enjoy! <3

[saintmeghanmarkle]

JAN MOIR: As Prince's chief of staff departs after briefest of tenures... So why is it that few aides in Harry and Meghan's court have lasted longer than the gestation period of an elephant? by u/Von_und_zu_

JAN MOIR: As Prince's chief of staff departs after briefest of tenures... So why is it that few aides in Harry and Meghan's court have lasted longer than the gestation period of an elephant? Yet the Sussexes' troubled history as bosses tells its own story of difficulty and departure, with 18 staff leaving over a six-year period.Perhaps that's not too many if you are an international conglomerate, but it's a huge number if you are simply a couple of – how can I put this? – philanthropically-minded opportunists whose commercial interests to date include producing 50 jars of strawberry jam, writing a whiny book, complaining about their lot on Netflix documentaries and accepting awards for being Best Prince Who Ever Lived, Number One Diana Son and International Duchess of Dior (Sample Size Please), not to mention being given the infamous Global Ribbon of Nonsense.Whatever their role, few aides in Harry and Meghan's court have lasted longer than the gestation period of an elephant, but the truth is that most are out before a crested porcupine can pup, which is 90 days, if you are interested.So what happened this time? We have been told that Joshua Kettler left by mutual consent. It was a trial period, sources told People magazine (a regular outlet for friends of the couple). And in the end, he simply wasn't 'a good fit'.It was a different story back in May when Kettler was initially hired by the Sussexes as a Chief of Staff, which is rather a grand title to confer upon someone by a couple who are basically unemployed.**For every time another staff member leaves the employ of the Sussexes, a cloud of secrecy descends.'They will all have NDAs up the wazoo,' as one American business expert told me, meaning that staff will have been asked to sign Non-Disclosure Agreements as a condition of their employment.The Sussexes are great believers in liberty, freedom of speech and the eradication of misinformation, until it comes to those who work for them. Their ex-employees are pledged to secrecy until death – or else they can expect a knock on the door from Jenny Afia.**'Prince Harry has a bit of a history of cosplaying as an expert on internet speech, without the actual expertise to back it up,' Masnick said.'The Parents Network website provides precious few details – and seems to suggest the effort is really focused on just demonising social media.'Meanwhile down in American Riviera Orchard, nothing much has happened since the Duchess of Success soft-launched her lifestyle brand in March this year.There was some jam, a jar of homemade dog biscuits and then – nothing. A void that cannot be avoided, a great big lake of flake which has squandered any PR initiative gained by the launch.Recently Meghan has been crazy busy filming the cooking and gardening show that will supposedly complement the hard launch of ARO in 2025, and the last we saw of Harry he was in Colombia posing for selfies in his crumpled linens and trying not to look miserable. Some public figures have a talent for kinship and generating affection wherever they go and some – what can I say? – do not.Amid their ongoing staffing problems, Harry and Meghan are in perpetual danger of appearing like self-appointed experts on everything, a couple who are only out for themselves rather than their pet causes.They are better than that [No. No they are not.] , but their lack of loyal and long-serving aides to guide them, wise heads to advise them and staff to support them in their endeavours and difficulties only gets more obvious by the day. [Give the devils their due, Jan. It is THEIR fault, not anyone else's fault.]https://ift.tt/ei6bdph post link: https://ift.tt/206E5rM author: Von_und_zu_ submitted: August 17, 2024 at 05:42AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

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Yes absolutely I would do these things with him for real, I didn’t just make that list (hi it’s me, I made the list. I’m Lindsay). They’re basically all things I did when I was getting to know my best friend in Boston. They’re fun to me and also it is important to think of things we could do together not just be like ��make him buy me jewels” or “go yachting/fly private to Dubai.” That’s 1- boring 2- taking advantage of someone 3- just not a cool way to be with people. Things I did not mention: gossip. No I don’t care about celebrity tea per se but everyone loves a little gossip about friends so tell me dirt and I’ll tell you dirt, Harry. Do you have a neighbor you think is a jerk? Let’s tan about them. Absolutely no hot yoga/exercising/pilates/ice baths. It’s important that we have separate interests Harry and all of those suck and I hate sweating. Don’t ask me to do it, I’ll flake. Afternoon on a sailboat/sailing lessons. IF you prove yourself to be good and decent IRL Harry, I’ll introduce you to my niece and nephew they are the best people I know and age 1 and 3. Film photography including developing in a darkroom to see how our work turns out. Share our secret favorite songs from albums that aren’t that well known (this sounds pretentious I realize but I want to play him Both Hands and Untouchable Face by Ani Difranco because I loved those songs when I was like 17 and they’re still good). Topic: animals especially the history of animals and discussing which are interesting and which are not. For example, the giant platypus as mentioned. Who was your first celebrity crush (Mine: Christian Bale in Newsies)? Roof activities- roof parties, roof drinking, roof dining, roof hanging out. Summertime is when the roof hangout is supreme. Explain London neighborhoods to me in detail and tell me what’s actually cool and what’s not and I’ll do the same for you for NYC and Boston. Like is Hammersmith interesting? Do people ever stop name dropping Shoreditch because there are actual good neighborhoods? I’ll keep it secret if necessary. Absolutely no form of Soho House and/or related properties, that whole franchise is corny and not private. Tell me about Jenny Lewis but that’s the only shop talk I’ll ask I swear. And it can just be “is she cool? Is her hair as gorgeous in person as it looks?” I just want to know if she’s cool, basically because I think she is. Falafel. Vegetarian cooking, I am very good and it is fun. Museum gift shops for coffee table books. Mixtape (or Spotify, whatever). Play records because we are being pretentious! Niche foreign beer tasting. Key lime pie. Aaaaaaaaaaand your friends can come hangout with us too Harry if they’re not 1- revolting and/or predatory in my opinion, I have veto power and James can never come. 2- interesting and engaging and not that into themselves or status or clout. We’re not instagramming our way through the hangout, we’re actually hanging out 3- kind. No jerks. Hmm I think that’s all for now but those are all things I would do with Harry if we befriended each other.

Hi, darling. I think those all sound like excellent ideas. Very well-rounded and much more interesting than the average get together. I might need to take notes. 😂

In reference to this (and the everything else in the tag)

[devilisinthedeinos]

[A video is attached.] [Warning for body horror, a generally tense situation between mother and son, and a little bit of violence and threats. There is no death in this video.]

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The video opens in a dark room- a bedroom! Eris's bedroom. There's various posters on the wall, plushies up on shelves, and a trans flag hanging above a bed. Sitting on the bed is Eris. He's sitting in the dark, quietly fidgeting with the plush joltik he was given.

A car door can be heard somewhere else, Eris looks up, and from the angle of the camera it's now easy to tell how unnaturally long his neck has become in comparison to his body. In fact- most of his proportions are just a little off in some way. He stands, and walks towards the door, but stops, hesitating at the doorknob as a woman calls out into the house,

"Eris, honey? I'm home. Are you still up? I know you were awfully tired this morning." As she speaks, the voice of Eris's mother comes closer.

Eris's eyes drift to a photo next to his doorway. Of Eris and his mother. He grits his teeth and clicks the lock on his door.

"Eris?" His mother is close, just outside the door. The knob jiggles a couple times, and Eris lets out a sharp breath.

"..please go away mom." His voice is low, and gravelly. almost a growl, but it somehow manages to be pitiable.

"Are you sick honey? You don't sound too good-"

Eris grits his teeth, cutting her off his voice a bit louder, "No- I really think you should go. I.. I don't want you to see me!"

There's silence from the other side of the door, before his mom clears her throat. "Eris... I know I was loud yesterday but I- I'm not angry with you I promise honey! You know I support you. I was just scared. You can open the door." There's a tinge of worry in his mother's voice.

"You really don't want me to..." He whispers, hand moving towards the lock again.

"What was that?"

Eris looks at the doorknob. He clicks the lock open, but keeps a hand on the doorknob. Just in case she tries to open it before he's ready.

"...Eris honey say something please."

"...mom you know how you said you'd love me no matter what?"

"...W-why are you bringing that up now?" The knob of the door jiggles, Eris keeps a tight grip on it, turning it the opposite way. "Eris?"

"Mom I don't.. want you.. to remember me like I am right now." He fights with the doorknob, but his grip is slipping.

"Honey that makes no sense- what are you talking about of course I'd love youu-"

The door is open very suddenly- his mother who had been leaning on the door comes in with it, she smacks into Eris who's just a little taller than her. She stares at him wide eyed. At the skin flaking away to reveal blue scales. At the once sandy brown hair turned dark. At his hands and feet- slowly turning to that of a dragon's.

She shrieks.

As his mother stumbles back away from him, Eris reaches for her.

"no- mom- Mom!"

"WHO ARE YOU? YOU'RE NOT MY SON-"

"n-no mom it's me!" Eris says, voice desperate as he tries to get close and help his mother to her feet again.

"AH! GET AWAY FROM ME!" She reaches for anything close. A tchotchke from a nearby shelf finds its way into her hand and she throws it at him. It smacks into his jaw and he lets out a roar like a deino's, he brings a hand to his face and holds it to the swelling bruise, trying to protect from any further attacks. Tears well in his eyes.

His mother takes off down the hall, heading for another room. Eris starts to follow but then shakes his head, looking back to his bedroom. He should've expected this. He hastily grabs a backpack and begins shoving belongings into it. Plushies off the shelf, his phone charger. A spare change of clothes. The picture off the wall. In the background of the chaos of the room his mother's panicked voice can be heard.

"Hello yes? Officer Jenny? There's some kind of of- Monster in my home-"

Eris winces.

"It's- it's trying to pretend it's my son- My address is..." she continues. Eris grabs the recording phone off of whatever it was sitting on.

The video continues shakily down a hallway, though it stops for a moment in a wider area, and focuses on something.

Eris's mother, cowering behind a counter, holding a knife and a phone. She points the knife at Eris.

"H-Hey! what are you doing with his stuff! Y-you leave that here! Its not yours! Not yours you hear!!"

Eris doesn't say anything, he just continues towards the door.

"I called the police! They'll catch you you- Thief! Murderer! Where's my son! GIVE ME BACK MY SON!"

The mother's anguished cries become quieter as Eris exits the house. In the distance, police sirens can be heard. He goes down a sidewalk at a brisk walk. Then a jog. Then a run. Sniffling, and the sobs of something inhuman can be heard. He keeps running. Sidewalks and paved roads turn to dirt. Dirt turns to grass.

The video ends.

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Jenny Rosemeyer sharing a few christmas pics with Flake on her IG, they have been shared here, but without the caption, which i think are relevant too 🌲

'#union weihnachtssingen' (Christmas singing at 1. FC Union Berlin)

'#triologie #flake #union'

'#weltfrieden #beschissenes jahr #me too' (worldpeace, crappy year, me too)

'#eisern Union # Allet würd gut' (Eisern Union (official team song for 1. FC Union Berlin), All will be well)

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Flake with a dog in the Alps? What is happening to our selfdeclared catperson 😊🐕‍🦺

🐶

[anwiel13]

Ou, hello there 🥰

[votsalot]

what's ur tofu crumble recipe ⁉️ :3

My tofu crumble recipe is a modified version of what can be found in Jenny Rosenstrach's cookbook, The Weekday Vegetarian (full of so many hits - I recommend checking it out from the library to see if it's your thing if you don't have it already!) We always double this recipe, so these quantities are going to represent this -

INGREDIENTS:

2 blocks extra-firm tofu, drained

1/2 cup extra virgin olive oil (vegetable oil works, too)

salt and pepper to taste (we use salt ground with bits of chipotle)

4 garlic cloves, minced (we use our garlic press)

1 whole chopped yellow onion (this recipe would not be hurt by more or less depending on your preference)

2 tbsp tomato paste

SPICE MIX: (We have a big spice library; edit as suits your needs)

2 tbsp chili powder (dark or light, your preference)

1 tbsp red pepper flakes

1 tbsp smoked paprika

1 tbsp chipotle powder

1 tsp adobo

1 tsp cayenne

1 tsp black pepper

1 tsp cumin

2 tsps dried Mexican oregano

TO TOP:

1 12 oz (or more) package of queso fresco crumbling cheese

cotija or parmesan (the kind for spaghetti)

1 bunch green onions, chopped (white and light green parts only)

cilantro (fresh or dried; dried has a less "soapy" flavor if you're like me and have the soap gene. She's a good supporting cast member but I struggle when she's the star)

BASE:

2 cups uncooked basmati rice (yield: 4 cups cooked. you could add vegetarian tomato bullion or lime juice to this if you wanted, etc.)

DIRECTIONS:

Using your hands, squeeze the tofu like a sponge to expel as much liquid as you can and breaking it into crumbled as you do this. Place the pieces on a paper towel-lined plate as it breaks, then pat them dry with another paper towel (The more liquid you expel, the easier it will be to crisp up the tofu.) <- vots note: I don't really do this step as written in the book. I press my tofu wrapped in a kitchen towel and then I crumble it in my hands.

Heat the olive oil in a large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat.

Add the tofu then season with salt and pepper and cook undisturbed until browned, about three minutes. Toss, scraping up anything sticking to the pan, and continue to cook until the crumbles are golden-brown and crisp around the edges, another 3-4 minutes.

Push the tofu to the side of the pan and add the garlic and onion, cooking until the onion starts to soften, another few minutes. <- vots note: We like our tofu super crispy; all together, we usually end up crisping it for 15 minutes before adding the onion/garlic. We toss/stir every 5 minutes. We leave the onion/garlic in place for 5 minutes before stirring into the tofu)

Decrease the heat to medium. Stir everything together, then add the [spice mix] and cook until the spices get deep in color, about 3 minutes.

Stir in the tomato paste, then add 1/2 cup water. Stir until the tomato paste is distributed and warmed through, about 2 minutes. <- vots note: The 1/2 c water is reflective of the doubled recipe.

You can serve this recipe over rice, as I've described above, or it makes an excellent burrito filling / salad protein (in this case, let cool, and then toss w/ black beans, avocado, fresh tomatoes, and a citrus vinaigrette). It also reheats like a champion.

This recipe makes six 3 cup Pyrex containers of food (tofu and rice together).

If you're into meal-prepping, a lot of the ingredients can be prepared (chopped) for a few days beforehand. I can't give exact time estimates because I am a slow loris at cooking recipes.

Enjoy at your leisure! :)

[wegonbealright-09]

"I fear he won't really have a fanbase besides shippers and he won't ever be able to escape them"

Yeah JK's girlfriend if he has anyone serious isn't ever seeing the light. He easily indirectly denied he was in that leaked video without actually denying it and he rejected the rumor with that mijoo girl or whatever her name was super quick. Tae should take some tips from him lol. JK's somehow managed to balance all his shippers while staving off dating scandals even after that video came out. Meanwhile Tae killed the goodwill of a bunch of BP and kpop fans because he flaked out on Jennie, lost a bunch of shippers when he tried unsuccessfully to get them soft launched and started goading his black fans during his lives. I thought Tae was smarter among the two but I concede JK has better instincts

Tae was scared of losing his fans that's why after those photos and videos were leaked he did plenty of fan service with jungkook. You know laying low not admitting or denying anything would have done him a lot of good because the rumors would have died down and he would have continued with his life.

You right about the soft launching he was trying to be a man for once but got cold feet.

[derwahnsinn]

I’d like to be a fly on the wall when he’s creating songs with Till! They’re both very creative with a laid back attitude and I bet Oliver isn’t a fan of conflicts just like Till. Never read a single bad thing about any of them! Same for Paul, Schneider and Flake.

From what they have said in interviews, the band mostly rehearses without Till in the beginning. Once they have something, they bring him in to see if he can come up with lyrics and vocals that work with the music. So I don't know if Oliver and Till sit together that often.

Luckily we do have some examples of it though. The song Roter Sand was created by Oliver, Till, and Flake after they had drunk a bottle of red wine. While I'm not too big on the whistling part (even though I'm a fan of Jenny Rosemeyer), I absolutely love that song.

Ein Lied was another song created in such a setting. Oliver and Till made it in ten minutes in the rehearsal room, and they recorded the vocals and the guitar together, with Oliver playing.

That said, I have often read that Rammstein are six men with strong personalities that do come out especially when they create music together. While some may be more stubborn than others, I am sure they have all had their moments.

Nonetheless, Rammstein have existed for almost 30 years together with lots of controversy, but without any major scandals. So I choose to believe they are good guys!