#kopai

[ask-marios-apprentice]

This is my new reference sheet.

It was drawn by Doodles, also known as @the-land-of-illustratia

I got it as a commission for 700 Gold coins/70 dollars.

Fun fact, the posing striking the picture is meant to reference the sprite from the original Mario game on the Kopai Entertainment system.

Also the gray hair Mario had was based on a miscommunication I had said. He does have gray hair, it's just that it's a splotch at the roots under the hat. Not at the Tufts.

I'm still learning platforming from Mario though.

I have to use technology and items rather than power-ups due to my biological nature.

And communication I think is going to be a very powerful tool I'll have going forward.

Thanks again for drawing this @the-land-of-illustratia .

Make sure to check out his work. Its really good.

Garth sighing out.

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Kopai Esi (Vegan Samoan Papaya Dumplings cooked in Coconut Milk)

[askwhatsforlunch]

Kopai (Samoan Caramel Dumplings)

Samoa very nearly beat England in another very exciting game at the weekend. Had they not gotten a yellow card, I believe they would have (could have, should have...) I am thus celebrating Manu Samoa today with a deliciously comforting recipe: Kopai! These fluffy dumplings, simmered in a coconut caramel sauce is wonderfully indulgent and might become a favourite rainy or chilly day treat of mine!

Ingredients (makes a dozen):

1 litre/4 cups water

1 cup plain flour

1 teaspoon baking powder

1 tablespoon caster sugar

1/4 cold water

1/3 cup demerara sugar

1/2 tablespoon cornflour (cornstarch)

1 cup coconut milk

Pour water into a large saucepan, and bring to the boil over medium-high heat.

In a medium bowl, combine flour, baking powder and sugar. Give a good stir until well-mixed. Then, gradually stir in water, with a wooden spoon, until mixture comes together into a soft dough (you may not need all of the water.)

Knead the dough lightly, and divide into twelve equal portions.

Roll dough portions into smooth balls.

Once the water is boiling, spoon in dough balls. They will drop to the bottom of the saucepan, and then pop back on the surface once cooked. Reduce heat to medium, and simmer, about 10 minutes, turning the dumplings so they cook evenly.

Sprinkle demerara sugar in an even layer, at the bottom of a large saucepan. Heat over a medium flame until the sugar melts into a smooth, brown caramel.

Spoon cornflour into a small bowl. Whisk in 1/4 cup of the dumplings' cooking water until well-blended. Set aside.

Carefully stir another 1/4 cup of the cooking water into the caramel. Then, add coconut milk. Bring to a slow boil. Finally, stir in cornstarch mixture, and cook, a few minutes until caramel sauce slightly thickens.

With a slotted spoon, remove dumplings from their cooking water and drop them into the coconut caramel sauce.

Reduce heat to medium-low and simmer, stirring often to coat evenly, about 25 to 30 minutes.

Serve Kopai warm.

Samoa vs. England (17-18), Saturday 7th September, 2023, Lille, France

[garethschweitzer]

David Kopay

Photo by Don Herron

[no-barbarians-here]

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[70s80sandbeyond]

Professional football player Dave Kopay played for the New Orleans Saints. One of the first professional athletes to do so, he came out gay in 1976.

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JEY USO x BLACK! READER — Spring Writings 🩵

A/N: I took a stab at writing for roman and now here I am doing the same for jey? Except this one isn’t strongly plot based…Wish me luck! I’m new to the scene so I apologize if this isn’t in his character…But I think I got it? We’ll see 😆

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + HERE & I’m using:  “did you seriously use the last of the milk for this?” “i thought it would taste good!” +  “well i put it on the grocery list!” “i didn’t think i needed the list!” “you clearly did!!” +  “i can’t find the remote.” “i’m actually going to kill you.” 1. “But look, this is on sale!”

WARNINGS: language + just doing typical bickering couple things.

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In the near future, you wanted to advocate for detaching your head (not on some Black mirror type shit, although you knew there was a 70% chance that it could go that route) and leaving it to get any protective style for yourself, sisters, brothers, and non-binaries while you went about your business before you came back to collect your freshly did head. You originally wanted to go in with some straight backs with the water wave left out towards the ends but switched to boho locs last minute.

Thankfully you had that type of relationship with your stylist so she didn’t mind much.

You were always down to try something new and been contemplating getting some locs after a few of your family members been on their journey for years now. Tending to your head nearly everyday was a hassle especially as a routine to go into the world and work. Hair had a mind of its own and it didn’t need to be explained, if you know, you know.

The last thirty minutes of your appointment, you were reaching out to your husband to see what was on the menu at home or if you needed to pick something up. The snacks your go to girl provided only held up for so long and when Jey told you that he had a taste for Kopai, basically hinting that would be for lunch or dinner—when Jey threw down he made enough for both occasions—you sat up a bit in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel, while you floated through the streets to get back home.

When you unlocked the white security gate to the bright russet orange home (Jey picked the exterior color and you weren’t crazy about it but at least it stood out from the other homes, which was his main goal), you were already hit with a whiff of spices, thanks to the breezy San Francisco spring air and found the petal pink front door wide open. Which made you quirk up a brow but you were too famished to think too hard about it as you quickly made your way through the small entry way into the master bedroom to toss your things onto the bed.

You sighed with a shake of your head as you made your way up the stairs, hearing Jey listening to Kendrick’s disses on loop again but you also ignored that as you made your way to the right where the kitchen and living room sat. Sneaking behind the man on your toes like swiper, you slapped a hand and squeezed his backside in greeting while Jey legit yelped and yanked himself away.

Grinning at him innocently you say, “why are your clappers clenched?”

Jey sucked his teeth while you attempted to hide your laughter, “yo, what I tell you about doing that man? That’s my job to do to you, not other way around.”

“I thought we believed in equality in this house?” You placed your hands on your hips while Jey just huffed.

You moved towards the stove, where Jey was hovering over. The soup pot was there, steaming but the aroma wasn’t giving Kopai. While jey was distracted on his phone again, mumbling to himself and nodding his head—possibly the lyrics—you snatched up a spoon to dip into the pot.

Wincing against the temperature on your tongue, you managed to get the food down after chewing and sucking air into your mouth. That was enough to get Jey’s attention as he looked at you with a straight face, annoyed that you went and sampled.

“This is not giving dumpling…where are the dumplings?” You managed to get out after your last chew.

Jey folded his muscular arms honestly replying, “that’s because there isn’t any.”

“Huh? But it’s Samoan Sunday.” Which meant each Sunday included something from Jey’s culture, sometimes combined with soul food, depending on what y’all were in the mood for.

Jey lifted his chin, “turns out it’s a whatever’s in the fridge day. That you just rudely sampled behind my back without giving me any proper love by the way, it’s spicy chicken and rice chowder.”

Scrunching up your face, you popped your tongue in distaste at the aftermath. Now that you knew what it was, it could explain this foul after taste because something wasn’t adding up.

“Joshua.”

“Oh here you go,” Jey threw his hands up in the air, “If I wanted another food critic, I’d just call your damn father.”

Your father has his own successful restaurant here in California and back up North where you were originally from. Majority of the time if your family was over, Jey did everything in his power not to be the one who was solely on food duty because your father was very critical especially when it came to food.

That’s that Virgo shit.

“Chowder includes milk right?” You didn’t get the culinary trait but you watched enough cooking competitions and attended plenty to know the basics. You weren’t the biggest fan of seafood, although that was the common type of chowder, there was no seafood in this dish.

It still didn’t taste right to you.

And Jey usually knew what to do in the kitchen, more so on the grill but still he got by and knew Gordon Ramsey would approve of at least a few of his dishes. If not? His bitch ass could certainly see Jey’s hands. Not your pops though, he wasn’t messing with him at all.

Jey scoffed, “yeah.”

“Hey, I’m not feeling your attitude.” You addressed over your shoulder as you went to the fridge to open up.

Jey shot back, “well I’m not feelin’ you sneaking and holdin’ two handfuls of my ass but here we are.”

It was one hand but whatever fed his ego.

He was really about to bring the hangry out of you if he kept it up to be honest. Your hands went to the top shelf, immediately spotting the now empty glass milk bottle. Yanking it out, you held it up in the air for your husband to see.

“Did you seriously use the last of the milk for this?” You questioned, one hand on your hip now.

He blinked between you and the glass and then back again, “I thought it would taste good!”

Your eye twitched, “With expired milk, Josh?!”

He scrunched up his face at this news, “be for real,” he starts as he makes his way towards you to grab the glass, “…how was I supposed to know?”

Jey’s fingers quickly unscrewed the silicone dispenser cap to take a sniff of the inside and recoiled.

“By doing that like you normally do.” You respond, “also there’s a label on the back that aways gets written with the expiration date.”

Jey snarled, “Why can’t we just keep the damn carton instead of this aesthetically pleasing bullshit?”

“That’s rich coming from Mr. Leo the flashy asshole himself.” You tilted your head to the side, sending him the same type of energy.

“Why am I catching strays?” Jey pounded on his chest, voice naturally booming off the walls, “it’s my fault I like nice things?”

‘And that I tried to cook us a meal?’ He thinks to himself.

“No but it’s mine?” You repeat his motions, pointing at your own chest while Jey sighs, “I tried to remind you this morning before I left, that the milk needed to be dumped.”

Jey scratches at his ear with his lips pushed out in thought, “I heard none of that.”

“Well, I put it on the grocery list!” Your voice went up now and you can only blame your hunger.

Jey slides the bottle onto the white surface of the pale blue counter, “I didn’t think I needed the list!”

“You clearly did!” You laugh humorlessly at the fact that you just ate partially spoiled food.

It was funny how your husband picked and chose what he wanted to remember. Granted it was pretty early when you told him this, waking him up from his snoring slumber as you pecked his cheek on your way out. Last night in bed he said he would hit the store for a few quick items you needed for the house and milk was the first thing on the list. He didn’t remember that but he knew you had a hair appointment since he insisted on paying for it, he always loved your fro and didn’t mind seeing you change it up.

He was very vocal if he didn’t like a look either, even if you were pranking him a few times with stiff wigs from Tyler Perry Amazon, which caused many more lashings from the both of you that it sometimes got personal. The both of you could take the shit talking from each other but once it actually stung just a little too much? And if it happened to occur in front of family? Oh the silent treatment was more lethal than the actual words.

“Now I see why your ass was so clenched when I came in here. You were trying to poison me, or encourage me to go vegan, my own got damn husband.” You scoffed while Jey rolled his eyes at your dramatics and that was saying a lot, since he was the number one Thespian.

He makes the noise of a buzzer, “wrong answer forehead! My fatty is too well rounded for it to be clenched. Especially if it was glute day yesterday. There’s no high booties around here and I’m highly offended that you think I would do that to you when you’re my whole heart.”

You stuck your tongue out giving him a thumbs down, “don’t try to butter me up, I’m still aggy and I’m trying to big my back, not make my stomach touch my back.”

And just like that he grins as he moves to grip the sides of your face, “I’m sorry ma, you know I always got you and already have a back up order for dinner if this didn’t turn out too well. Plus, I got something else that could feed your appetite. A appetizer if you really think about it.”

His smile turns devilish now as he moves to place his hips on yours to feel exactly what he’s serving up. You shove at his chest as he goes even further to try and kiss up your neck, “Nope, if you don’t get off me! You’re not getting none of that.”

“Why not? We got at least twenty-five minutes before option B is ready and I can make it work.” He’s chasing after you now.

You’re on the other side of the white and blue island with a shake of your head, “for one, I have no nutrients in my body and it’s really sounding like you want me to cross over to the other side.”

Jey interrupts as he stares at you in all seriousness, “never.”

Holding up fingers you continue, “Two, my laser appointment isn’t until Wednesday.”

Jey caressed his beard in thought licking his lips, “oh word, hump day? That’s even better but fuck all that we grown! Let me get you that jug of fruit water you made and then that ass is mine.”

You laughed, “you think I’m gonna just fold after you deprived me of Kopai? You really done lost your mind and it’s all KDot’s doing.”

“Nah, leave my boy out of this.”

You gasped, “That switch up is crazy.”

‘Guess we know who Jey’s shaking that ass for and it’s not just for me,’ you cackle internally before focusing back on what your husband’s response would be to picking with him. You knew better than to let that slip through your lips because you wouldn’t hear the end of it and your body was already going through it okay!

From getting your hair done and WORKING OUT!

Get your mind out of the gutter you hoes.

“I mean I didn’t say I was going to completely cut BBL—

Your eyes went wide as Jey smacked a hand over his mouth. You pointed at him and hopped up and down to prove your point.

“Be quiet.” He hissed before he made his claim, “I mean sure if im in the car I’ll bump Drake over Kendrick but he had something on his chest so some shit talking needed to be said.”

“And did.”

“Exactly but Drake’s still my guy.” He shrugged.

You shake your head as you pace the floor as if you were analyzing Jey like you were in some courtroom instead of your kitchen, “That’s just like you, taking up for the light skins.”

“Aight now you dragging it.” Jey sent a glower in your direction.

You laugh as you leaned against the counter feeling like a nap but not without facing the issue here, “so…what’s actually on the menu since you lied to me about the Kopai and then flopped the chowder.”

“It wasn’t a complete flop!” Jey argued with a deep furrow of his brows, “the flavor was on point, I just messed up with the dairy portion.”

You stated, “Goat milk would have been superior.”

“Oh hell no, wait until I tell your father about that one.” Jey’s shaking his head in disgust, goat milk was only great for a skincare routine and he could say that based on experience but far as consuming? Jey was good on that.

“Wait until I tell him that you tried to give me food poisoning.” You countered with a heated stare.

Jey deeply inhaled and sucked his teeth, “aight let’s roll before you get my blood pressure up to the point I need to be hospitalized.”

He turns the stove off and moves the pot to the side while it’s your turn to make your way over to the tatted man. You nuzzle your head into the back of shoulders while hugging him, “it’s only fair that we get on each others nerves.”

“You’re lucky I love yo ass.” He mumbles, resting a warm hand on top of your clasped ones.

“And you’re lucky I love you right back and didn’t take a bite out of your behind for depriving me of food.”

Jey scrunched up his nose at that and side eyed as he turned to face you a bit but you held his stare, letting him know that you weren’t joking. “See, I knew it in my spirit that you were one of those kids that liked to bite. I’ve seen baby pictures and that’s something I’ll have to keep in mind when we’re blessed with children.”

“Says the fighter out of the marriage.” You quirk up a brow but Jey just shrugs.

“I own my shit.”

“Whatever bro…where’s your keys?” You remove yourself from Jey to look around the kitchen while the said man follows you.

He buries his forehead against the side of your temple bumping you, “i’m not your bro so I don’t know who you think you’re talking to.”

You push him from your space, “stop playing with me, Joshua. We don’t have time for this!”

“Come correct then.”

You roll your eyes with a flick of your hair, “keys or I’ll go get my own.”

“I’m driving, I don’t need you acting like the streets are Mario kart like you probably did on your way here.” He states before he sarcastically jokes, “You’re not you when you’re hungry.”

Let’s not talk about driving skills…of course you didn’t say that but Jey could tell you were thinking it. So he steps to you, holding out his hand but kept his eyes on you until you placed yours in his. He led the way back downstairs to the front level of the home, keys already in his pocket as he locked up the front of the house before heading to the garage.

There was tension on the first five minutes of the drive but not to the point where you two knew you wouldn’t get past it. You fumbled with the radio as the wind whipped across your profile and before you both know it, you’re both singing along to music from 2018, which was reminiscent back when things were starting to heat up between you two. Back when Jey was inviting you to family barbecues and being too afraid to ask you to be his girl and making an ass out of himself to his family when they questioned what you were.

It was all trial and tribulations that led to your marriage a year later. This bickering was nothing compared to what the both of you dealt with prior. And what’s a perfect marriage?

“By the way, the new look is sexy.” Jey comments as the both of you sit in his car digging into your food.

He chose Japanese…which was satisfactory since you loved the Wagyu beef tacos here and he was tearing into the BamuBamu wings, licking his fingers and everything that you knew his mother would be slapping the back of his head if she was in the backseat.

“Thanks baby, we’ll call this look: Gaia or Alani.” You posed, hands still holding a taco.

Jey nods, “ooo, Gailani is fire! See how I just did that?”

“Hope you come up with better earthy names for our future crotch goblins.” You told him while Jey frowned at you mid-bite.

“No way you just said that.”

Shrugging you say, “I mean I don’t know how pregnancy is going to make me feel so that’s their potential nickname.”

“I mean…how would you feel if I referred you as a gremlin?” Jey questioned, not liking how you were picking on your unborn children already.

Listen to him being the sensitive parent! He cared deeply for his niece and nephew, he also didn’t play when it came to them either so he can only imagine how he would be with his own.

“…I’d blame the children you played a part of helping create. Like child like father.”

“That’s cap and not exactly how that works, that’s right, I paid attention in biology class! You’ll probably start taking it out on me, I’ll have to have doc on speed dial for tetanus shots.” Jey winked at you while you elbowed his arm, “but nah I’ll love y’all through it regardless because like it or not I’m a pretty great guy.”

You snort, “You say that now.”

“I mean it though and I know you know that. I couldn’t have picked a better person to ride through this rollercoaster of life with and the world deserves to have mini versions of us roaming the earth, plus I’m always down to get to practicing.” He winks at you while you shake your head.

“I can tell, you almost leaped over the counter to take me down.”

He pointed, “You started it by grabbing my ass and the new look isn’t helping my urges.”

“Well,” you shrugged with a smirk on your lips, “it’s definitely not happening since you like to pull hair and you didn’t buy the milk.”

“There’s a farmers market right up the street, they got to have some and then will you chill?”

“I’m chill now.” You chew with a smile as you slump into the passenger seat while Jey deeply exhales.

“Yeah, cause you’re spoiled.”

“You made me this way.”

“I know.” Jey smiles at you adoringly before shaking his head, “my own personal pain in my butt.”

“But I do appreciate the effort…although my stomach might feel different in a few hours.” You pout a little, feeling it flip just a smidge.

Jey widens his eyes at you, just hoping that didn’t happen, “nah we getting probiotics or some type of cleanse at this market, let’s go before they close. Seatbelt please.”

“I’m eating.”

The side eye he gives you makes you do so but you hold onto your taco a little tighter in the process. Driving across the street to the open parking lot that sat to the side of where the market was set up, he’s ready to hop out the car, door tossed open, without you since you were still eating but you call out to him to wait for you.

The farmers market was one of your favorite places to be, especially on a Sunday and there was no way he was going without you. He was the main one that said the both of you were always going to be by each other’s sides wherever you went. When it came to grocery shopping, Jey was the type of shopper that wanted to get in and get out. Anything else? Clothes? Cars? He could spend all day there.

Yes he was huffy as you took your time, knowing they were about to start closing up in the next fifteen minutes. You had to search his car for your gum, lipgloss, and micro wallet that you stored in here just in case you didn’t have your purse (which was sitting pretty back at home on your bed) and stole Jey’s car for the day.

“C’mon,” Jey says your name impatiently, “what’re you doing?”

“Where’s my green mini wallet I had stored on the side of the rati?” Your hands are going along the pocket of the black Maserati.

Jey answers, “that little thing? I been took that out and threw it somewhere in your drawer back at the crib. What do you need that for when you’re with me anyway? Let’s go, ma.”

Then he questions why you’re a pain in his butt!

Checking your lips once more, you get out the car dusting off any crumbs from your lap before you circle around the car to intertwine your fingers with Jey’s. You huddle closer to him as the wind is at your backs before you enter through the tarps of set up sections. He’s on a mission while your eyes are wide, trying to look at any and everything to the point he lets go of your hand to keep searching for what you’re mainly here for.

Usually it’s mostly food here but occasionally they’ll have a few clothing, accessories, and even home decor shops set up as well. It really was the best of both worlds when that happened. Jey already knew that you would search for one of those while he stayed where the food was at. He chatted with the elderly man who had his own farm about forty miles from here, got three jugs of milk: oat, goat, and coconut. Along with a nice tip before he bid his farewells then began checking for you around the sizable space.

“Hey baby,” you greet as he eventually finds you at a vendor that wasn’t selling food yet you’re holding a few fruits and fruit juices in your hands, “I got us some more papayas and pineapples. It’s already paid for since the lady took Zelle but I want to show you something else.”

You finally shift the items into the netted bag onto your other wrist as you reach out for Jey’s wrist to drag him back to a few vendors over. It was some shop that was selling antiques and he’s now standing in front of two figurines.

“Wouldn’t this be cute for the mantle above the fireplace?”

Jey glanced at you, “yeah if we wanted to be murdered in our sleep at some point.”

“Joshua!” You shushed him, “I thought they would add more color to the mantle since the fireplace is black.”

“And the marble on the bottom is white along with the rest of the furniture that’s light and the walls except for that one kitchen wall that’s a chalkboard.” The man blinks as he vividly remembers your shared home, “We don’t need anymore unnecessary stuff, especially no dolls that look like annabelle and her possessed friends.” Jey tells you while you frown as he grabs your wrist now.

You’re being dragged away while the woman laughs and sends you a wave as you attempt to persuade him one last time on one other decor piece sitting on a table, “But look, this is on sale!”

Jey mutters, “there’s a reason why majority of her items are. I know evil when i see it.”

“Not the judgement. You don’t know that lady, Josh and you need to stop watching so many scary movies lately, they’re making you so paranoid.” You sassed while you two made it back to his car.

He peeked at you before he grabbed his seatbelt, “did you see her pet possum on the leash sleeping underneath that dusty red chair?”

“Her what?!”

“Uh huh.” He nods, starting the car while going into detail about how the vendor felt off the moment you dragged him closer to it.

By the time the two of you get home, you’re heading into the master bedroom to grab your floral bonnet while Jey heads up stairs with the food. He does the clean up of the soup, finishes up his wings while you eventually make your way upstairs to eat your own food. When you meet Jey’s brown eyes across from the dining table, the both of you share a laugh at your matching low-lidded eyes. The Itis. You’re the first to move, discarding your food since Jey finished way before you and pull at his hand for him to stand.

Wrapping your arms across his shoulders before moving one hand to play with the end of his hair, he leans down to grasp your back before slipping his hands down to your ass to lift you against his hips. “That’s how it should be,” he tells you as you kiss his lips and he makes his way over to the couch.

You warn your husband, “Watch my head, we know how heavy handed you are.”

“I got it, I got it.” Jey mocks as he protects your head, laying you down first before he climbs over you to rest against the couch.

He loops an arm across your shoulders as you move around trying to get comfortable thanks to your new do. Finding that your left is less painful than your right, you face the coffee table, two living chairs, and tv instead while Jey lightly wraps his arm around your neck instead.

And you’re fine just like this, well fed and in the arms of your man ready to get a nap in until…

“I can’t find the remote.” Jey breaks the silence that makes your eyes peel open with a flare of your nostrils.

You want to fling your entire body back but your neck said different, leaving you to only side eye Jey as he sheepishly smiles at you.

“I’m actually going to kill you!” You inform him, “i said leaving the remote in the drawer of the coffee table makes it easier so we don’t have to go crazy looking for it.”

“And I may or may not have done that.” He says nonchalantly, not bothered that he was pushing a button again, “I like to leave it tucked in the cushions along with my leg in there because you know how that stupid thing likes to overheat sometimes and it’s always cold in there.”

Only Jey y’all.

Only Jey.

Once you go quiet and manage to face the brown eyed man again, you smile softly at him as you caressed his face, “that lady at the market that you were shook over, ain’t got shit on me.”

“Whatchu mean? Aye!” Jey yelled as you started to playfully ring his neck.

The only way to get you to stop was for him to slap his hand right on top of your sore head and wiggle it and what did he do that for?

“OW! Why would you—I’m done.”

You hop off the couch and circle around it but not without yanking a pillow and slamming it against Jey’s stomach, “disrespectful ass.”

“So I’m just supposed to take you son-ing me?” Jey sat up on his elbows, grunting at the attack before shoving the pillow to the floor.

You snapped over your shoulder, “I don’t know, I thought you might like that since you like your ass grabbed, although you try to deny it as much as possible.”

“What?! Now you just saying shit.”

“And you’re always doing shit!” You yell back, out of sight now and heading back downstairs.

Jey sighs as he settles back against the couch again, “Where you goin’?”

“To bed!”

“It’s 4pm.”

“Goodnight mullet! You play too much.”

Jey felt his chest bubble with some laughter but said back, “I LOVE YOU!”

“So?!”

“I SAID, I LOVE YOU!” Jey called back out but when he didn’t get any response, he jumped up to his feet and raced down the stairs just to see you laughing waiting to slam the door in his face.

Yet you were too slow, making Jey barge into the room to latch onto your body to pepper your face in kisses.

It was the little things that he did that he knew would get on your nerves (which was mutual) but ultimately you loved that man down no matter what.

Jey could say the same even if you got on his case majority of the time.

You were his everything and more.

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[arte-e-homoerotismo]

O jogador de futebol profissional Dave Kopay fotografado em 1971 por George Dureau enquanto jogava pelo New Orleans Saints. Kopay se declarou gay em 1976, um dos primeiros atletas profissionais a fazê-lo.

Professional football player Dave Kopay photographed in 1971 by George Dureau while he was playing for the New Orleans Saints. Kopay came out as gay in 1976, one of the first professional athletes to do so.

[bluestrawberrybunny]

Garth from @ask-marios-apprentice asks

I got some asks from some from some friends.

Mario: How does your Mario protect the Kingdom. Garth told me that he is not a SUPER Also congratulations on your wedding.

Peach: What is your Kingdoms government like. Is Peach doing a good job. What are relation with other nations.

Meggy: Meggy. Do you remember our mom and dad. Our biological parents I mean. I sometimes have trouble remembering who they were.

Shigeru Miyamoto: how is the Kopai doing. Does tears of the kingdom do well. We need to know if we can release it in tandem with the new switch in 2022

Ricardo (My dad): Ask if they need you also to kill the artist guy like in the universe with the mutants.

My dad was referring to how SMG4 in the @asksmg4hollowau wanted me to kill Axol because he was showing symptoms of an illness

SMG3: why would I ever want to marry that smooth brain knucklehead. I have me, eggdog, and a cafe i almost have a permit for.

Alice (The Fourth SUPER): ask what was the organized syndicate seem like in their 1950s. I want to know if their Alice stayed fully evil.

I'll see if I can find anyone else who wants to ask questions.

SMG4: Pfft. You would totally say that back then.

SMG3: Oh, shut up! ... baka...

SMG5: Ok, so... let's go question by question...

Mario: Okey dokey! Mario protects the kingdom by being Mario!

Luigi: ... he means the whole avatar thing...

Mario: That's what I said-donkey!

Luigi: Basically, the whole SMG4 crew works together for that. But Mario and I have some special abilities due to being our world's avatars.

SMG6: For the second question... um... our Peach here is... uh... we don't talk to her much after... the... um...

SMG5: Since SMG4 got possessed by a demonic keyboard in his pursuit of perfection and destroyed Peach's castle and kind of left her to rot down there for 2 years as some sort of virus mutant beast and then we snuck down there and then you got possessed by the demonic keyboard as well, and then we had to go in and save you and then we finally turned her back to normal but now she's taller and has 4 arms and white eyes and isn't exactly friendly with the crew anymore but will remain civil?

SMG6: Um... yeah... that...

Meggy: Um... no, sadly I don't remember our biological parents either. Sorry...

SMG5: What is Kopai...?

SMG6: I'll take this one, Bunny! It's doing. Although its more known as Nintendo around here. And Tears of the Kingdom is great! But... try not to... announce the title when the Queen of England dies. Yeah? Yeah.

SMG4: *wheeze*

SMG6: Wait! Controller drift! Get that shit fixed or I swear-

SMG4: Ok. That's enough out of you

SMG6: But Dad!

SMG4: Nope. Don't cus out random interdimensional Miyamotos. You can do that enough in our dimension.

SMG6: Ok...

Melony: You'd better not!

Axol: Yeah... I literally just got brought back from the dead a year ago... please don't kill me again...

SMG4: *laughing* Hey 3... wanna answer that last question?

SMG3:

SMG3: No

SMG4: Awwww... :(

SMG3: Listen, if other dimension me is asking why I'd marry SMG4 he's either lying to himself or has 0 feelings towards his SMG4, so... not answering

SMG5: SMG3 HAS HAD A CRUSH ON SMG4 SINCE BEFORE SNOWTRAPPED AND HE SAID THAT HE IS VERY IN LOVE WITH SMG4 AND WOULD DIE AND KILL FOR HIM AND THINKS HE IS ADORABLE AND ACTUALLY FINDS HIS JOKES FUNNY AND WANTS TO SQUISH HIS FACE AND KISS IT ALL DAY!

SMG3: ...

SMG5: I know. I read his diary.

SMG3: ...

SMG5: He also wants to do unspeakable and unholy things to him.

SMG3: I hope you die

SMG5: Damn. Rude.

[ask-marios-apprentice]

Kopai headquarters

Today was the first time I've ever been back on Earth. Granted I wasn't outside barring the moment I was on the roof.

There was here for a very special reason.

Miyamoto: Garth. what are you doing here.

I have to help Shigeru Miyamoto speak out on something.

Kopai is a very important figure in this whole warp situation.

For decades. they've been the main viewpoint into the world of panko.

Heck. Kopai had been selling Hanafuda cards to Panko before Elizabeth was SUPER. She probably sold Hanafuda cards in her shop.

Anyways.

Miyamoto seemed reluctant. He insisted that we should deal with other "necessities" before we announce anything.

He pressed a button on his desk. The desk and the platform surrounding it lowered.

There was apparently an underground network of tunnels leading through Kyoto. All of which led to Kopai related buildings.

Turn off a production line.

Make sure the Amiibos had NFC chips.

Help a Kid try and find the missing Pokemon folder card sleeves.

Make sure the Giant ROB the robot for a Nintendo advertisement,

Make sure that Charles Martinet's and the rest of Nintendos employee's job security was still stable/

All of these got me a warp. Except for number 3.

I got store credit for a Pokemon store that sells dakis (body pillows).

After the whole debacle.

I was about to go on stage with Miyamoto.

He seemed really reluctant.

Just as we were about to go on stage.

Something turned on the Giant Rob the robot.

Miyamoto was adamant that I fought it and that we couldn't go on yet.

I managed to defeat it.

Garth: Okay Miyamoto. we can g... What are you doing?

Miyamoto was trying to turn it on again.

I tried confronting him on this but then he picked up an ultra hand and threatened to steal my clutch.

Miyamoto: Be very careful Garth. If you know what's good for you we won't go out and give the speech.

Garth: Dude. what is your deal. You've given plenty of speeches in the past. Kopai directs, Space world, Tech expos.

Miyamoto: Can't you see! This isn't about the speech! This is about confrontation!

Garth. Huh.

As it turned out.

Miyamotos real fear had to do with doing something wrong and being confronted.

I think he doesn't just regret helping keep panko a secret, but maybe some other things as well

Garth: look we have to confront things sometimes. Something tells me this isn't just about panko.

Miyamoto: sigh. Maybe your right.

Garth: Look. admitting you're wrong is the first step. We can try and fix the situation later. Right now you have to give a speech. Otherwise there might be no where to give a speech.

Miyamoto: I suppose you're right. Let's go out there and get this over with.

Garth: Yeah. We can deal with all the other crud later.

Miyamoto and I went out and admitted to the world Panko existed.

Granted it's only a small portion of the world. But we will work our way up to the rest of Earth.

Garth signing off

[parafluffy-logan]

Ok so my brother has presented a new theory

Do y'all remember the plot of Pikmin 1? How a massive shipment of vegetables went "missing" under Louie's supervision (he ate the entire thing)

WHERE WAS THAT SHIPMENT GOING, LOUIE?

Was it going to Kopai, perhaps?

The planet that had a massive food shortage?

Did Louie almost cause Kopai to go extinct?

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

i want whatever they have going on

lake copais and the tartessian gulf were lovers btw

[asksmg4hollowau]

Garth from @ask-marios-apprentice asks

Mario

How accurate are the games that Kopai makes compared to the actual adventures.

This includes stuff like TVs shows and comics.

And how much of a delay does it take between the adventure to happen and the game to be made.

"Pretty accurate Mario thinks!" "Some things get a bit twisted sometimes but Mario doesn't mind. Or maybe they don't, Mario doesn't have the greatest memory."

[askthesmg4apprenticeshipau]

Garth from @ask-marios-apprentice asks

The Grim reaper...

Do you mean Gregg?

I think he was like one of the few things that Conker didn't make up. You know because they scrapped Twelve Tales for the K64.

For those of you who don't know. The game that Conker appeared in on the Kopai 64 isn't actually based on an actual adventure. They were originally going to make a game called Twelve Tales. But after fearing similarity and hearing conquer tell this crazy story after partying too hard. They decide to make a game based on his ramblings.

I'm surprised Gregg didn't come from Conkers ramblings though.

SMG5: Gregg looks like a very nice guy

SMG4: Dang… that’s… really interesting facts actually

SMG6: That’s probably the first we’ve heard of that doesn’t have anything to do with a real adventure that Kopai made!

[asksmg4avatarpeachau]

Garth from @ask-marios-apprentice

Why don't you ask him for yourself.

Mario: I'm fine. No I don't believe I am the Avatar of this world.

Garth: from what it sounds like based on my interactions with other Tumblr bloggers across the multiverse, an avatar appears to be someone who creates the universe or something. It's like skipping from The Big bang all the way to an era, in this case the early 2010s I believe. I might be wrong though.

Mario: I don't think I'm that. I remember the stories mama and papa told me when I was only a wee baby growing up in Brooklyn. That means we were not alive before then? I don't think that sounds right.

Garth: Not to mention all the other stories that would have existed long before Mario.

There were all the previous SUPERS. Elizabeth was the first in 2018.

The first Guardians of entertainment when people started making cave paintings long ago before any of us or our ancestors were alive.

There's lots and lots of history that existed way before us.

I do have a questions for you though.

Why did someone try to assassinate Peach?

How is she going to handle things if Mario falls in love with Mr Puzzles like in the @askthesmg4apprenticeshipau

From the sounds of it it seems like these two would be more interested in each other.

Has your version of King Bowser tried to ever kidnap her.

How much contact with your version of Kopai do you have.

And I understand you don't have the SUPERS. But does that just mean you don't have them as heroes, or you just don't have them in any capacity or form. There wasn't a document saying that one of these heroes existed in the past.

Or any of my friends or people that I know exist here. like Meggy or Junior. What about people like shigeru Miyamoto or Captain abidab.

And what I understand about the political system. Wouldn't it make more sense to be up front with the current situation and Peaches state of being.

Also what about the rest of the government? Isn't there like Parliament in other political officials.

Okay maybe I'm going a bit too in-depth with some of these questions.

Here's a simple one to end off of.

What is you and your friend's favorite Power Ups?

Pear: Huh, I didn’t realise that other worlds had the chance of not having an avatar. That’s fascinating really.

Pear: To answer your assassination question, it’s quite simple really. Peach isn’t well liked and commonly outright hated by even the citizens of the Mushroom Kingdom. The only reason they haven’t rebelled is due to my interference and her almost tyrannical ruling. When she wants to be, she can be quite terrifying and intimidating which isn’t that great for her declining reputation.

Pear: That specific attempt was done by a toad I believe, who was part of a rising rebellion that wanted to get rid of Peach due to her increasing dictator-like actions and her somewhat apathy towards her subjects.

Pear: I don’t remember the name of them but they were imprisoned shortly after, and the others who were involved in the rebellion were put on trial, some of them going free whilst others were also imprisoned.

Pear: Over the years though, I have tried my best to decrease the amount of attempts every year but sadly there's at least one every year. Hopefully this year is the one we break this ‘tradition’.

Pear: Moving on from that, I’d doubt Mario would ever fall in love with our Puzzles though they have spent more time over the past couple of months with one and another. If he did though, Peach wouldn’t take it to kindly.

Pear: She’d probably through a hissy fit, might destroy some furniture, something like that. If I’m honest, this is all speculation at best. Throughout my years being at Peach’s side, not once has Mario ever fallen in love with someone after breaking up with Peach… from my knowledge.

Pear: So I don’t have any basis other than what Peach is normally like to determine what she’d be like. She has had feelings for other people in the past but she has moved on from them extremely quickly, but with Mario, she’s just never been able to let go.

Pear: It's more of an obsession rather than actual romantic love from what I can tell. But if Mario ever did fall in love with someone else, I'd be sure to deal with her if she ever did something.

Pear: Oh.. Bowser. Yes, Bowser has kidnapped Peach multiple times, on a regular basis in fact. He has this infatuation with her that hasn’t let go even though she has shown disgust towards him on every occasion. In a way, his ‘love’ for her parallels Peach’s ‘love’ for Mario, except Peach (in her own right) is rude towards his advances while Mario just deals with Peach's with politeness.

Pear: As for your question on if any of the SUPERS exist in any capacity or form, I’m afraid I do not know. I have never heard of these people ever in my life, but they could still exist in my world.

Pear: Furthermore I do not know if any of your friends exist here such as Meggy or Junior but I do know of Shigeru Miyamoto and have met him multiple times. He’s the representative of the game company that makes games based on Peach. He’s fine in my books as long as he doesn’t harm Peach.

Pear: As for Captian Abidab, the name seems familiar so maybe! I’m often in charge of a lot of paperwork which sometimes involves exports and imports from other countries (Peach really needs to stop firing people left and right) so I might have seen that name before or even met them even. With how many people I have to meet on a regular basis, I wouldn’t be surprised if I have.

Pear: And.. Peach’s... situation is more complex than you think. I doubt even if I came clean about the whole thing anything would change, might even get worse. People don’t like Peach and a lot of people couldn’t care less about the state of the world from what it seems.

Pear: In addition, I have kept this a secret for nearly a decade now. That wouldn’t look good on my image for sure and I’m the one trying to keep Peach’s reputation better. If my reputation was destroyed, hers would surely go down more rapidly than it does normally. It’s just better if no one knows. It’s for the best.

Pear: ...you aren’t the first person to question this though.

Pear: Oh and with the government thing… yeahhhhh that’s… something we need to work on. Peach sort of fires people left and right over minor things (or major things) on decent basis (not regular though!) and sometimes that involves political officials. As I’ve said before, Peach has a sort of tyrant-like rulership by a lot of people’s standards so a lot of the decision making is by her (or me or Ochi) We do have a government of sorts, they just often do stuff in the background that Peach doesn’t involve herself in unless they need her to pass a law or something.

Pear: On a more lighter note, my favourite power-up would probably be the invincibility star. Or any on the ones that make me run fast like Sonic

Peach: My favourite is the Hammer! I love the power it makes me have!

Mario: Mine are any of the bells, or the leafs.

Pear: Really? I’d thought it be like the mushrooms or the flying cap. Why them?

Mario: I just like the abilities??? No other reason other than that.

Ochi: I don’t think I really have a favourite, I haven’t tried them all out yet.

Peach: You don’t have a favourite? That’s so boring! Come on, there has to be one that you like the most! You know what, you are trying them all out. Right now.

Ochi: A-are you sure, princess? Don’t we have other duties to do right now?

Peach: Pear can take care of them. Now, come on! We don’t have all day!

-Peach runs off, with Ochi in her hand, off into the distance-

Pear: And… they’re gone. Well thank you for the asks Garth! I appreciate your curiosity. Now, a question for you, do you have any versions of us in your world such as Puzzles or Ochi? I’m aware you have Peach and Mario so I’m just wondering if you have any others. Thank you again for your questions, I really do appreciate it.