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punkpandapatrixk · 27 days ago

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Slow Mornings~♪

Hello lovely peeps. I'm popping in to say that I'm so sorry I haven't been as productive as I’d hoped. I had all of these plans, and literally 3 years’ worth of content ideas, but my body has not been able to catch up! I’m now behind on all of the readings I’d scheduled for the entirety of October XD

The truth of the matter is a little bit convoluted but I’ve been both experiencing a series of burnout—autistic burnout, which I didn’t even know was a speciality thing—as well as being in this healing phase where my body simply wants to catch up on sleep, after years and years and very long years of being on edge. There was a meme I forgot to save that says something to this effect:

'Your body is healing from years of trauma; you’re not lazy. You deserve this peace.’

Actually, the above could as well be a mash of two—or three—separate memes LOL Here’s another good one from a sub maker that I feel captures just thee vibe I’m feeling right now:

‘Maybe you're simply perceiving how a lovely sensation of closure & calm gently fills the air around you, feeling a little sleepier than usual. Or maybe you can sense how a massively positive change is coming, seemingly eager to go with it and that's great as well.’ – The Witch of Drown Shadows

I believe many of you reading this could relate as well. A new beginning is on the horizon for sooo many of us who’ve been on a soul-search to liberate ourselves from the chains of the toxic Matrix. I hope you're doing well, and excited for what's to come before the year even ends ^o^v

Forget the grind, leave behind soul-sucking deadlines, and enjoy the slow mornings~♪

Naturally, I’m going to be more productive again once I’m done stabilising myself—all mind body and spirit aligned. I’m not saying this out of a sense of ‘obligation’; that all people ideally must be a productive member of society. No, not that. I really want to get productive on this blog because I’ve a shit ton of good content in the works XD

I’ve so much new content on career, luck, character glow-up, soulmate friendships!!!, celebrity life, life purpose and other esoteric shit I’m eager to put out \^-^/ Not to mention the fiction that’ll go on Wattpad. I’m making progress on Punk Panda Stories but slow…very slow XD

For now, I’m aiming to post one PAC every week without fail. I’m just going to expect this much from me in the meantime, so as not to burn myself out on the psychology level just yet. When you expect too much from yourself, the stress could deter any progress instead, right?

This is especially true for those who don’t necessarily have a deadline. But that’s the thing, I don’t wanna strangle myself with deadlines anymore. So I’m not gonna work like that anymore. This ain’t 9-5 corporate, girl. Stop thinking like that! Is what I’ve been telling myself. Gotta change the whole way I approach my soul-work~♪

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Until the end of the year, I’m teaching myself to enjoy slow mornings™️ I’ve been starting my day with just cleaning myself and my room; having a breakfast of lemon tea w/ a dollop of strawberry jam + a CVS croissant; playing a game on my dusty-but-trusty old PSP when I’ve got the time; and reading a few chapters of an actual book.

In the afternoon, I’ve been back on teaching myself ballet and strengthening my vocals. It’s nice. I feel very healthy and like myself again, but better <3 We were born into this world to enjoy our hobbies and hopefully, ideally make money alongside those hobbies <3

Never forget that, girlies. Hard work doesn’t suit us <3

How the Boredom Epidemic Ruined Hobbies by Nicole Rudolph

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knockyasocksoff2022 · 3 months ago

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It Counts

Sicktember 2024 - Prompt #10 The Sniffles (TM)

Words: 1,642

Pairing: Nakajima Atsushi / Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

POV: First person (Atsushi)

Atsushi’s Perspective:

The single light fills the bathroom with a warm glow, colouring my reflection orange in the mirror. I take the temperature reading device out of my mouth before it can start to beep, so as not to wake Ryuu.

Sure enough, no fever. Perfectly normal. It’s just the weather change giving the tiger, an animal taht prefers warmer environments, a bit of trouble. I’m being dramatic.

‘Spoilt brat! Since when did you become such a hypochondriac? Such weakness will only bring everyone around you down.’

The thought startles me, it came from somewhere deep inside my mind, the part that never really left the orphanage, that sometimes I fear never really will.

As quietly as I can, I walk back to bed. The entire flat has heated floors, but it still feels a bit cold. I know it’s just me because Ryuu sleeps, unbothered.

Still, if there’s any chance I even could be sick, I should sleep on the sofa. Just to be safe.

‘You selfish person, why didn’t you move to the sofa when you felt tired earlier? You’ll get him sick and then he might die!’

My mind's scolding confuses me. Am I sick or not?

The sofa is comfortable . . . normally when I’m sitting or cuddled against Ryuu, but now the discomfort is familiar. I drift to sleep, scolding myself for worrying about the neck pain.

–

“Huh?”

I think Ryuu said something to me, but I don’t really wake up until he starts the coffee grinder. The sound grate sound my ears.

“I said: Good morning, Jinko.”

“Oh.”

“May I ask why you are on the sofa?”

Crap! I can’t tell him. I mean, it’s not like I’m even ill. I don’t need him freaking out.

“Uh, I got overheated last night, so I came out here.” My voice sounds way too deep, almost guttural.

He raises an eyebrow, pouring the ground coffee into the coffee maker without looking. “Mmm, interesting, seeing as you’re wearing a jumper.”

Oops.

“Well, the jumper and blanket were too much, but the jumper by itself was fine.” I know I’m only digging myself deeper, but what else can I do? I can’t have him fussing over me when I’m not actually ill.

“Nice try, Jinko. As much as I enjoy you’re morning voice, you are clearly congested.” He trunks his back to me before I can retort.

Ah, well, there goes that. I sigh, feeling the mucus shift unpleasantly in the back of my throat. I stand, crossing the living room to the kitchen, to make breakfast.

“Peppermint, or Lemon and Ginger tea, Jinko?” He trunks around, holding up two bags.

“Ryuu, stop. It’s barely the sniffles.”

“Tea is proven to help with symptoms like sore throats and congestion.” He explains.

“I know that, but I’m not-I don’t need all that. I’m fine, just- please don’t. Let me make my breakfast. I’ve got to pack my lunch too. I have to be at work at 7:00.”

“Nakajima Atsushi . . .”

My full name. That means he’s about to try and convince me (and it’s about to work). I cut him off.

“No, I don’t even have a fever. I’m not sick enough for this.”

“For what, Atsushi, a little tea? You drink tea all the time, what’s so special about it today?”

“I, uh- you don’t need to make tea for me.”

“Of course not, nothing I do for you is “necessary”, Jinko. I am the sick one. I am the one who requires care, Everything I do for you is because I want to. I know you are perfectly capable of making tea, so are you going to do it yourself?”

I won’t. He’s caught me.

“Well, Atsushi, will you?”

I can’t. It’s not right.

The way he’s looking at me . . . I have to give him so explanation.

“I-I don’t deserve it,” I whisper. It feels pathetic to say it even if the words are air-horn loud inside my head. “I’m sorry, sorry for troubling you.”

His eyes narrow, faint brows furrowing, and he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. I did just what I didn’t want to do. I made trouble for him.

He exhales heavily, then speaks, “Don’t deserve it, hmm? Well, tell me then, Jinko, how sick do you have to be before you do? Why do I deserve all you do for me?”

What? What is he saying? Of course, he deserves it.

“Because you can’t help it, and I love you!” My voice breaks. It hurts a bit.

Weak.

He exhales again, “God, Atsushi, do you hear yourself? I can’t help it? Of course not. But neither can you. You didn’t decide to become ill. You-”

“But I’m not ill, not really. I don’t have a fever, it doesn’t count.”

His eyes widen. He stands frozen for a second, then he’s hugging me, hard, face pressed into my neck, nuzzling me.

“No, Ryuu, stop, you’ll catch-”

He ignores me, “Is that what you think?”

“Yes! Now please back up!”

“If it doesn’t count, then why shouldn’t I hug you?” He asks, “If it doesn’t count, why shouldn’t I do this?” He comes close again, lips nearly touching mine.

I shove him away, barely falling back as I do. I might now be very ill, but for Ryuu, even small things can turn bad.

“Just because you have no measurable symptoms doesn’t mean that you aren’t feeling poorly. Yes?”

I sniffle, I can’t help it anymore. “Y-yes.”

“Now, which tea would you like?”

“Um, Lemon and Ginger, please.”

“Alright, go back to bed. I’ll bring it in.”

“Ryuu, I have work.”

“Sleep would speed up the recovery process.” He argues.

“I want to go to work, I feel well enough. And work would distract me.” It’s true, I’m barely congested. I don’t even have a headache.

He looks at me with slightly narrowed eyes, scanning me up and down, then nods, “There’s no need to tell you that I trust you Jinko. If you say you’re fine, I believe it, but at least allow me to make you proper breakfast and pack your lunch. Try and get a few more minutes in while I do so. You’d be no help at work if you allowed yourself to get worse.”

I can’t argue with that, as harsh as he may seem, Ryuu always knows what will knock sense into me, it seems. I suppose that’s why we’re dating.

True to his word, I have plenty of time to dress for work when Ryuu wakes me.

“But, Atsushi, you are not wearing that ridiculous get-up, not today.”

He hands me a stack of clothes before returning to the kitchen to finish breakfast.

I unfold the stack. It contains my usual colours, with slightly different components. Instead of my usual capris, there’s a pair of soft, black joggers (the fashionable kind with the thin ankle elastics), an undershirt and a soft, white T-shirt (it’s long on me, so it must be his) Lastly, a black cable knit jumper to complete the outfit. There are throat lozenges in the pocket.

I leave it off for now, knowing my elevated body temperature I might overheat, but after a second of debate, I stuff it in my bag. Just in case I can’t take the office’s air con as well as usual.

Ryuu’s breakfast is delicious, and I eat almost all of it.

I blow him a kiss as I get up. He catches it, then hands one of his black lunch boxes. It feels heavier than it should. I give him a questioning look.

“Soup.” He explains, looking me over with a frown.

“Really, Ryuu, I’m alright.”

“Where’s the jacket?”

“I’ve got it right here, in my bag.” I open my satchel to show him, “See.”

“It’s windy out today, put it on.”

Chuckling at his antics, I do. “Happy?” And I hand him back the bills from his pocket. “I think you left these.”

“O, that’s for cab fare. It should cover your trip there and home.”

“Ryuu, you don’t have to, the train is perfectly fin-”

He places a finger over my lips, reaches behind me to the coat hooks for a scarf, and fastens it on my neck.

“The station is blocks and blocks away, you don’t need to walk today. I’m sure you’ll get your steps in adequately at work. There. Now you may go. And you had better tell Dazai-san that you can’t fight today. If I see you, I’ll drag you straight back home.”

“Yeah, yeah, Ryuu, I will.” I blow him one last kiss before putting on my mask and heading out the door.

–

Of course, I get funny looks for showing up in a cab, and my outfit, but it’s mostly forgotten when they see my mask. Thankfully, Dazai-san steps in to keep Yosano-sensei, and Kyouka from worrying too much, as much of a hypochondriac as he is, he seems to understand not wanting attention.

I’m glad for my jacket, the office feels colder than usual today.

By lunch, I feel better. Kunikida-san put me on desk duty, even when I instead he didn’t, but he said it hardly mattered since we had no field cases today. Judging by the amount of paperwork from our latest cases, that’s probably a good thing.

Despite only filing papers all day, my appetite has come back. The tiger heals wounds instantaneously, but she takes a bit longer for things like this, so I’m not surprised. I’m starving.

It looks like Ryuu anticipated that I would be feeling better, just like always, even when he chides me he has more faith than I have in myself sometimes.

The lunch box contains all the ingredients for chazuke, arranged carefully, minus the tea, which is in the thermos. That must be why it felt heavy. For some reason, seeing the lunch box makes my chest feel warm. It’s nice. Is this how Ryuu feels when I care for him? I can only hope so.

As I pour the tea, I can only think that maybe my burdens aren’t as big as I think they are. Maybe sharing my burdens isn’t always so terrible. Maybe sometimes sharing can make them smaller.

Either way, Ryuu’s double portion of Chazuke is wonderful.

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munchcorner · 4 months ago

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Bakugou hates the rain. Everyone is well aware of it, but no one knows what transpires between Bakugou and Midoriya when it rains.

Dark clouds cover the sky, and rumbling can be heard. Midoriya pulls the curtains as he listens to the forecast about the upcoming typhoon.

“It looks like there’s a heavy monsoon coming soon,” Midoriya whispers as he heats the water. He takes out two All Might cups from their cupboard and puts a chamomile teabag in one and a lemon teabag in the other.

“Waffles,” Midoriya says as he puts on an apron, muttering Bakugou’s waffle recipe as he makes the batter. After finishing up, he puts the batter into the waffle maker and turns off the kettle.

Midoriya finishes making the waffles before filling their cups with hot water. He puts everything in a tray before searching for Bakugou’s favorite caramel syrup.

“Kacchan,” Midoriya calls out as he gently knocks on the door. When Bakugou doesn’t respond, he gently opens the door to their room and smiles when he sees Bakugou wrapped in a blanket.

Midoriya sets the tray on their bedside table and gently shakes Bakugou awake. A grumble escapes Bakugou’s lips, and Midoriya only giggles when he sees a grumpy face emerge from the covers. He turns on the television to mask the sound of the rain pattering against their window.

“What do you want to watch, Kacchan?” Midoriya asks as he skims through shows, his other hand running through Bakugou’s bedroom hair.

“Whatever is fine,” Bakugou whispers, his voice hoarse. He takes Midoriya’s hand to his lips and kisses it before sitting up to lean on the headboard.

Midoriya plays Bakugou’s latest interview, making Bakugou frown. "Aren’t you tired of seeing my face?” he asks, reaching for the chamomile tea.

Midoriya shakes his head, handing Bakugou his plate of waffles, “Never.”

A smile is plastered on Midoriya’s lips as he listens to Bakugou answer the questions. Bakugou rolls his eyes and kisses Midoriya’s lips, catching him by surprise, “thank you for preparing this.”

Heat rises to Midoriya’s cheeks. He covers his face with his hands to hide the obvious blush on his face, but Bakugou can still see how red his ears are. A cocky smile graces his lips as a proud feeling rises in his chest. No matter how long they’ve been dating, he can still make Midoriya blush. It doesn’t matter if it’s from a simple kiss or a quick brush of their skin.

“Kacchan!” Midoriya can’t help but yell when he feels Bakugou’s ears on his chest, listening quietly to his heartbeat.

“Shh.” Bakugou hushes him.

Midoriya can feel his heart beating faster, he raises his hand and presses Bakugou’s head closer to his chest.

“My God, Kacchan,” Midoriya whispers, letting Bakugou listen to his heartbeat. Minutes pass and Bakugou sits upright, sipping on his tea, “Oh, it’s cold,”

“Is it?” Midoriya asks, sipping on his tea and staring at his waffles, “it’s because you kept listening to my heart beating,”

Midoriya pouts.

“Quit pouting,” Bakugou says, standing from the bed and taking their cups to refill with hot water. Midoriya follows him and wraps his arms around Bakugou’s, kissing his nape before pressing his ears against Bakugou’s back. He can hear the slow beating of his heart and he can’t help but be reminded of the time it exploded.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Midoriya whispers, tightening his arms around Bakugou’s waist. He sniffles a bit.

“What are you crying about this time?!” Bakugou yells without turning around. He knows the reason but wants to hear it from Midoriya himself.

“I just…” Midoriya buries his face into Bakugou’s back, his tears dampening Bakugou’s tank top, “It was raining that day too, and I can’t help but remember that sight.”

Midoriya’s voice trembles as he speaks, “I never cared about the rain, but that day made me hate it. Because when it pours, I can’t help but be reminded of your…”

The words were stuck in Midoriya’s throat, making him unable to continue.

Bakugou sighs, “That was years ago, stop thinking about it.”

“I can’t,” Midoriya confesses. Bakugou turns around, squeezing Midoriya’s face between his hands, “Look, that shit happened years ago. I’m here now. So, all you have to do is focus on the present, and if you still can’t fucking stop thinking of it, just shove you’re goddamn ears on my chest and it’ll tell you I’m alive, right here, right now.”

Bakugou presses Midoriya’s ears against his chest, saying, “Here that, Izuku? This exploded for you and is currently beating for you. So stop worrying about the past already. Besides, we’re inseparable. I’ve cheated death once, I’ll do it again if it means going back to you,”

Midoriya clasps Bakugou’s tank top, sobbing into his chest, “Okay, but please don’t die again. I don’t think I’ll be able to come back like you did if I had a heart attack,”

Bakugou scoffs, “Alright then. Let’s eat the waffles and drink the tea. I’m fucking starving.”

Midoriya nods and wipes away his tears before following Bakugou back into their bedroom to enjoy the rest of the day in each other’s arms.

#bkdk #bakudeku #dekubak #dkbk #bakugou x deku #bakugou x izuku #bakugou x midoriya #midoriya x kacchan #midoriya x katsuki #midoriya x bakugou #kacchan x izuku #izuku x kacchan #kacchan x midoriya #deku x kacchan #decchan #man I missed writing them

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angelmush · 6 months ago

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been a while since i made one of these and ppl seemed to enjoy them, but here are my cooking endeavors this week:

- made a couple of easy weekday pasta dishes w pesto (finding it tough to go back to the jarred stuff after a streak of making my own). i made 2 different ones w varying things, crumbles of goat cheese or bacon or broccoli or slivers of asparagus or buttered oyster mushrooms or lemon, generally whatever green-ish thing that was looking sad in the fridge

- had a couple of sort of tasty but mostly sad fried fish sandwiches from frozen cod filets i had purchased on accident. used my favorite pickle chips and kewpie mayo and soft white burger buns, pretty much every other element was better than the fish itself which made for a not very delicious dinner but one that got the job done lol

- a plush vanilla layer cake w blackberries swirled into the batter and topped w a vibrant homemade lemon curd and clouds of whipped cream mascarpone frosting and deep purple sugared smashed blackberries and their juices. stained my fingers but was sticky and delicious and summery, would have been great for a tea party if i’d had one to go to

- i made 2 discs of pie dough, one i popped in the freezer for a future cherry pie (my gf’s request) and one for a gruyère, spinach, sausage quiche im making for dinner tonight bc i have an abundance of eggs and a deep love of breakfast food

- i prepped a chicken for roasting tomorrow, it’s now resting uncovered and spatchcocked in my fridge, coated thickly w a rotisserie inspired blend of spices to dry brine. i boiled some waxy yellow potatoes to make it easier to roast them w the chicken tomorrow when i get home from work . simple + easy for my future tired self

- will also be making a cucumber salad to go with the potatoes and chicken bc we have 8 cucumbers (not an exaggeration) to work through and i need a cold crunchy vegetable to eat every day in the warm months or else i shrivel up and die

- planning to use my leftover roast chicken to make either a caesar salad or a caesar salad wrap or something for dinner the day after tomorrow, something easy to make after a long day at work and tbh very little brings me more joy than homemade caesar dressing and cold romaine

- busted out the ice cream maker !! have plans to make both a pineapple sorbet and a toasted coconut vanilla ice cream (sweetened w condensed milk maybe? for the nuttiness?) so then i can swirl the two flavors together in my little bowl :)

#prepping dinners ahead of time is so helpful for me #and it’s so much more relaxing to cook when things are just ready #i love using my days off like that #recovery #recipe

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mysticstarlightduck · 2 months ago

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Incorrect Quote Tag Game!

Thank you so much for the ask, @thelovelymachinery (here)! I'll go with some of the cast from Supernova Initiative, Scrapyard Boys and What Lurks In The Hollow for this one let's goooo!

Rules: Use this quote generation to generate quotes for your characters, you can edit the generator to make it fit what kind of quotes you'd prefer and remember to rate the quote.

SCRAPYARD BOYS

Riley: What’s your favorite color? Adahm: Stop asking stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature. Riley: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP? Adahm: My favorite color is green. Taylen, eating chips and watching the exchange: (absolute wheezing)

Gwyn: Adrien! This soup is flaccid! Adrien, on the verge of angry tears: LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN?!

Jordan: Pardon the intrusion, but- Valen: On this moment or just my life in general?

Quince: What, I can’t be in a bad mood? It’s like people think, “Oh, Quince is such a nice person, Quince is so happy-go-lucky! Quince can’t be in a bad mood!” Well, you know what? I CAN be in a bad mood. And right now, I AM in a bad mood.

Saoirse: Adahm doesn’t look very happy. Taylen, shrugs, smiling: That's his happy. He just has a resting bitch face.

Valen: You saved me! Why? Adahm: People would think I murdered you if I didn't. Valen: That's not reassuring. Adahm: It's not supposed to be - I still might kill you. Emily: Let's change the subject!

Kidnapper: I have one of your friends. Damon: Which one? I have seven. Kidnapper: The loud, annoying, rowdy one who never shuts up. Damon: Which one? I have seven. Rhys, distantly: HEY!!!

Adahm: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions. Kiren: Ridiculous. Give me some examples. Max: Wasps? Jordan: Terriers? Adahm: Nah. Taylen.

Valen: Hold the fuck up. Kiren: Excuse me? Valen: I said hold the fuck up. Kiren: [...] ? Valen: I’m the fuck up, hold me back.

Saoirse: It’s the gift that keeps giving! Kay: It’s the flower that keeps blooming! Valen: It’s the boat that keeps sailing! Adahm, feral: It’s the serial killer that keeps stabbing!

SUPERNOVA INITIATIVE

Artemis: It's called cauliflower, not ghost broccoli. Orion, eyes wide: I know what I saw.

Orion: I think I just figured something out. I got to go. Dyma: Aren't you forgetting something? Orion: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Dyma's forehead before running out.* Dyma: No, pay your bills! Damn, who raised you?

Deimos: We'll talk about this later. Cassie: Fine, I won’t be listening.

Meridian: When life gives you lemonades, make lemons! Life will be all like "whaAttT?" Vesper: Life lessons that schools can't teach you.

Artemis: Heyyy Kye, how’s your… drink?? Kye: What do you mean drink? It’s coffee. Artemis: You sure?? *Mischievously looks to coffee maker* Kye: *Concernedly looks to coffee maker* *Cement sitting beside the coffee maker* Kye:...I’m on my third fucking drink right now, I should be dead. Jack (bursts into the room): How the fuck didn't you TASTE that something was off??! Holy fuck are you okay?! Artemis: *Wheezes like a broken tea kettle*

Ethean: Yo dumbass, get over here. Pax: Okay- Meridian: *gleefully runs past* I’m coming! Pax, sadly: I thought... I was dumbass... Ethean: You're knucklehead

Kidnapper: I have your sibling Orion: What? I don't have a sibling... Kidnapper: ... Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face? Orion: Oh my stars, you have Gabi, I'm so sorry. Welp, good luck! Kidnapper: Wait, what -?! (phone call cuts to the kidnapper's anguished screams as Gabi guts them)

Noctus: Look, I hate to say ‘I told you so’— Aleks: No, you don’t. You would marry 'I told you so’ and have a baby with it and buy adjoining burial plots.

Vesper, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it- Cassie, whispering: Should we call the exorcist? Kye, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick. Jack, appalled: Yeah, call the exorcist.

Aleks: Do even you know the ABCs of first aid? Orion: A. Bone. Coming out of the skin is very bad.

Pax: Holy shit, Ethean, do you know what this means?! Ethean: Kid, whenever you start doing this, nobody knows what you mean.

Orion: *pitches a plan idea* Dyma, impressed: Huh, there might be something here! Jack, under his breath: Yeah, a lawsuit.

WHAT LURKS IN THE HOLLOW

*In the chip aisle at Walmart, doing a late-night grocery run.* Zach: *Minding their own business, looking for tortilla chips.* Zach: *Finds tortilla chips.* Dylan, to Amy, on the verge of frustrated tears: See, he knows what we're here for. He knows what he's doing. Be more like him. Make a goddamn decision, Amy!

Amy: Christmas lights? Zach: Check. Amy: Thermos of hot cocoa? Indie: Check. Amy: Santa suits? Conner: Check. Amy: Shovel? Christine: Check. Amy: Alibi and bail money? Dylan: Check- wait, WHAT?!

Mayor Whitaker (bloodied knife in hand): Get in the Halloween spirit and make a ghost! Zach (tied up but unimpressed): That’s called murder and I heard somewhere that it was illegal.

Amy: You know, I really wish you’d just admit you made a mistake sometimes. Dylan, angrily stirring his coffee: I prefer it with salt.

Christine: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Dylan? Dylan: No. Maeve: I do! Christine: I know, Maeve. Maeve: I’m sad. Christine, sighing: I know, Maeve.

Dylan: COMPANY IS COMING! I WANT THIS PLACE LOOKING LIKE DISNEY ON ICE IN ONE MINUTE! Dylan: AMY IF YOU HAVEN'T MADE YOUR BED THROW IT AWAY IT'S TOO LATE TO MAKE IT NOW! Dylan: ZACH GET RID OF THE COUCHES, WE CAN'T LET PEOPLE KNOW WE S I T ! Zach & Amy, watching in ✨ sheer confusion ✨: .... Dylan, running around: THE CHAIRS NEED TO BE PUSHED IN, THERE CANNOT BE ANY SIGN OF L I V I N G IN THIS HOUSE ---

Zach: Are you drunk? Savvy, words sluggish: Only on the spirit of Christmas! Amy: And the spirit of whisky apparently.

Amy: We need a plan to beat them. Christine: Okay, listen up. First, we fill their shoes with wet cat food. The entire group, appalled: Christine: Judge me all you want, I get results.

Liam: I have a problem. Kev's ghost: Kill it. Liam: Dude, I know you're dead but can you chill for like, two seconds? Kev: No.

Amy: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it. Amy: And I started thinking. Amy; Like, it was just trying to get food. Amy; What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck? Dylan: ... Are you ok?

Conner: What do you have? Ethan: A KNIFE! Conner: NO!

Indie: Have I ever told you that I love you with my whole heart? Erin: For the love of all that is holy, I am not taking you to McDonalds. It’s 2am! Indie: Mean.

Amy: Oh gosh I wish I got more sleep I only got six hours! Christine: Six? I only got three! Zach: You guys got sleep? Dylan, comes stumbling out of his room and grabs a jug of coffee before saying: ... What year is it??

Christine, in the middle of the cursed woods: Operation no more distractions is a go! *not even 10 seconds later* Christine: Oh, look! A butterfly! *it was not, in fact, a butterfly*

Liam: So... This is my full potential? Kev's Ghost: Yes, if you don't change. Liam: So, then it's... Kev's Ghost: All downhill from here, kid. Liam: Like Toby. Kev's Ghost: I do not know what this Toby is. But it sounds disappointing.

Dylan, still in his pajamas: How did you even get in here?! Charlie: Amy's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Charlie's door"! Amy: I’m closing the window.

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid,

@thelovelymachinery, @an-indecisive-nerd, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

@wyked-ao3 and OPEN TAG

#wip scrapyard boys #wip supernova initiative #wip what lurks in the hollow #incorrect quotes tag #writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #my wips #writers #writerblr #character writing #my characters #my writing

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pumiila · 8 days ago

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𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗗𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚 … 𝗝𝗨𝗕𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗢𝗡

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ ( kiersey clemons. genderqueer. she/they) . ⸻ jubilee jackson , a thirty year old , has survived another day in red creek where they have lived for six years . the magnet is known for being charismatic and compulsive and is often associated with a steaming mug of herbal tea, your favorite pair of doodled on converse, and the flashing lights on a ferris wheel . in a small town where they work as the manager at the polaris movie theater word travels fast .

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ ... FOUNDATION

name: jubilee jackson

nicknames: jello, jubi, mother, apple (family only)

date of birth : novemebr 15th 1993

age: thirty

gender: genderqueer

pronouns: she/they

sexuality: queer

place of birth: calcasieu parish, louisiana

education: highschool diploma + BFA in graphic design, minored in animation

occupation: the manager at the polaris movie theater + freelance jewelry maker

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ ... AESTHETICS

fresh dew on bright green grass + red bows in a cocker spaniels fur + dvd box sets + a vhs player fast forwarding + the way the tv glows + thumbtack holes in the walls + a full patio of bright green plants + the smell of dandelions + gold wire + crystals you don't know the name of + freshly squeezed lemons + the steam from your tea + chipped colored pencils

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ ... IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS

mbti: ESFJ — consul.

habits: smoking cigarettes, talking when nervous, twisting her rings, playing with her necklaces, biting the skin off her lips, buying shit she doesn't need because she's stressed.

hobbies: tending to her plant babies, making rings (they're her favorite to craft) or necklaces, crafting in any capacity, watching movies, popping popcorn at the polaris, painting outside, sketching in a spiral notebook, longboarding

personality, described by jubilee themself: "i've been told i'm very kind. my gramma said i'm cool like she was when she was my age. so, let's say, i'm cool, haha! i don't know. i like talking to people, making peoples days, but i can argue if i need to. arguing can be healthy, you know? i don't bottle up my emotions. that causes wrinkles [...] i'm here for a fun time not a long time, yeah? i want to try everything, go everywhere, and talk to everyone. just vibes. good ones only, though. keep the murder shit away from me, respectfully."

AESTHETICS & MUSIC TASTE

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ ...PERSONAL HISTORY (the spark notes vers.)

- youngest and only daughter of three. was doted and loved on by every family member. she was named jubilee for a reason! - was very well liked during highschool and college. everyone knew jubilee, everyone loved jubilee, and everyone wanted to be her friend. she was that person in your class. just too cool. - was a pretty prominent graphic designer after she graduated. she worked with big brands like nike, fenty, even did a few a24 movie posters. their portfolio was crazy impressive. - then, randomly, she left louisanna and showed up in red creek. her move was sudden and random. to the day, she still hasn't told her family where she is and only communicates with them through email. not suspicious at all. - started working at the polaris movie theatre shortly after they got to town 6 years ago. quickly, they managed to become the manager and they run that shit like the navy for no other reason besides she's bored.

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ ... WANTED CONNECTIONS ?

best friends - self explanatory. if jubi likes you enough, she's probably called you her best friend so don't feel too special (0/?)

tea taster - listen, this is like a level up from a bestie. if jubilee trusts you to try their tea concotions she either loves you a lot or hates your guts, depends on the mixture. (0/?)

co-worker - this is a love and hate type connection because jubi is totally that manager that is cool one second then the worst person you know the next. comparable to jim and michael from the office, or, alternativel, toby and michael from the office. (0/?)

tinder hookup turned friend (or lovers...?) - take their phone away and delete that red app omg...but don't because how else would she make all her friends/potential situationships? (0/?)

#redcreek.intro #im tired n needed to get this done sworry

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dulceskull · 2 months ago

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I have always been a sanrio guy ! 💪 I remember when my mom would go to visit family in California sometimes, and she would bring back little hello kitty-themed items from little shops there. One of my favorite things was this Hello Kitty alarm clock I had for many years, that was shaped like a little cup of tea, and had a light-up lemon slice ! I still have my waffle maker too...

It was only a matter of time until I assigned sanrio characters to the Pink Sugar babes, and did a fake collab ! This was so fun to draw, and very self-indulgent for me <3

#artists on tumblr #pink sugar

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harrisonarchive · 1 year ago

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Screenshot from the “This Song” music video.

“Dark Horse will be run pretty tightly. I don’t want to be a Kinney or an RCA or anything like that — I won’t have thousands of artists. In one way it’s similar to the idea behind Apple, in that most artists we’ve got at the moment have come into my life without me looking for them. That’s the funny thing. The friendship thing comes into it quite strongly for me — and it works both ways round. For instance, Jim Keltner didn’t want to tell me about his band because he didn’t like the idea of using his friendship to get his band a gig, so I got to sign Keltner’s band from meeting the piano player, which is slightly crazy when you consider the friendship between Keltner and me and the fact that all those albums ago I was putting ‘Jim Keltner fan club‘ on my album sleeves. And he’s hesitant about coming to see me for a gig!” - George Harrison, Melody Maker, September 6, 1975

“He loved to make you happy, to see your expression when he showed you stuff that meant something to him, like walking in the garden and showing you a plant of which he knew the Latin name. Even in the garden, he was such an artist. It was so pretty, and he liked to share these things. He was so easy to be around, and he had this mischievous glint in his eye yet never harmful. Such a sense of humor. Once when Ringo, George and I were sitting in his garden, George said, ‘Let’s all grow old together and live in a great big house.’ I felt that’s what would happen. To wake up at Friar Park to a cup of tea and a slice of lemon cake, to play with George, was magic.” - Jim Keltner, Mojo, November 2014

“It [the Concert for George] was a very powerful experience for all of us who were involved, because we all loved George so much. George was the best kind of friend you could have in this world. He was a guy who loved being with his friends, and he loved turning his friends on to different things. I learned so much from George, he was like the big brother who’s successful and goes into the world first, then takes his family under his wing and shows them all the things he’s seen. He taught me so many things, he was a wonderful teacher, and one of the most beautiful human beings. He just had the softest, gentlest ways about him. He could be angry, and talk about something in anger, and still seem to be so amazingly calm about it. There was a great calmness about him. George spoke low and slow, never loud and abusive, which from everything I’ve read is the best way to communicate. And that’s the way George was, he was the epitome of that. And he was one of the most loyal people I’ve ever met. That’s what was so heartbreaking that he had to get out of here so soon, because I really looked forward to growing old with George. But that’s not the way the world works.” - Jim Keltner, The Dawn of Indian Music in the West (2006) (x)

#Jim Keltner #George Harrison #quote #quotes by George #quotes about George #Dark Horse Records #George and Jim Keltner #long read #screenshots #can you queue it

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years ago

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Coffee lover annon is back

Other then being talented with coffee and herbal tea, I'm learning how to create home remedies like homemade cold medicine that have ginger, lemon, honey, bit of sugar, and some lavender to make it to cough drops so I can boil hot water to make instant tea or I can chew it like regular candy

( candy making looked easy but it share and alot of practice)

I'm also recreating other remedies from old people back in their days and old text book to modernize it

It's really neat, as I see Exsotica do this and share it with the people of the red light district to help with common cold ( as ppl die alot from those back then ) and anything that are flu related

☕anon that's so cool, I hope that goes well for you!!

🖤🖤🖤🖤

It further adds the ammunition to the growing fanbase cult that Yukaku District is building around you

Equating you to some deity or a peaceful yokai that lives among them

Healing, innovating, counseling Exotica does it all

It isn’t long before the entire nation has heard the whispers of your name

Maker of sweets, a benevolent healer, and uncontestable business icon

It's a never-ending fairytail that is all but real for those who are able to gain an audience

Not to say you’re unhappy with these

In fact, perpetuating finances by bringing new ways to help while spreading your name is a good thing

At this rate you could very well shift the history of Demon Slayer’s Edo Japan

And who knows with your reach you might find the key to how you got here

Or if you could go back, if you so choose

But not everyone is pleased with this:

“I’ve seen your venture—a cold medicine. All the effects of common remedies condensed into a pill.”

“Yes.”

“I assume that this is another one of your…items from your world.”

“Yes.”

You kept your head in a bowed position, staring at your hands that sat faced down on your lap. Feeling the intensity of the Demon King’s stare you resisted the urge to gulp, focusing on regulating your beating heart. Standing with his back to the window, he kept your kneeled form in his shadow.

“Why have you created this, (Y/n)?”

It sounded as though he was scolding you.

“To curb the amassing cases of the flu and severe coughing–”

That was all you wanted to say. The truth alone but that didn’t seem to satisfy him. You could feel the malice teaming off him at your answer. Not necessarily at you but the ones you had done this for.

“-and to have a steady form of revenue to support myself outside the Yukkaku district.”

The atmosphere seemed to lighten at that, trading his seething hatred for shallow curiosity.

“Oh? Do you find yourself leaving here?”

He mocked you.

“I–was under the impression that this was only a temporary station for me. Forgive me if I assumed.”

He didn’t chuckle but the ghost of an amused smile spread on Muzan Kibitsuji’s face. Crouching down to your folded height he easily grabbed hold of your chin tilting you to meet your eyes with his. Magenta hues glowing hungrily in the darkness of your room, you unconsciously held your breath.

“You truly are above.”

He let his thumb graze over the plush of your cheek before pulling away once more to stand at full height. Subconsciously leaning forward you opened your mouth to question him only for him to speak first.

“You may continue with your projects. Know that any resistance will result in their immediate destruction. The project themselves…and any and all human participants. Is that clear?”

“...Yes..bu-”

Before you could finish speaking you found that the demon you were speaking to, or rather spoken to had left, leaving you in the silence of the moonlit room. You silently pushed your hands at the tatami mats, mocking the hard punches you wish you could deliver. With another intake of air you raised up from your position to close the window. Tomorrow will be busy.

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spiggott · 20 days ago

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My hot toddy recipe 🫖

Black tea — I use Constant Comment by Bigelow

1/2 ounce bourbon (or to taste) — I use Maker’s Mark

Generous amount of honey

Squeeze of lemon, plus lemon slices for the cup

#it’s very yummy and soothing #recipe

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thatndginger · 10 months ago

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combating a surprise anxiety attack with infodumping about interesting tidbits from Shapeshifter, go:

y'all wanna know how to make charmed tea? I'm gonna tell you how to make charmed tea. Specifically, how Warrick makes the charmed tea for Jay in chapter 4.

It starts with a witch, as most magic things do. Making charmed beverages is one of the easiest things a witch can do for two reasons, 1) the core of all magic is intention and 2) feeding someone an enchantment is almost impossible to mess up. So as long as the witch in question pushes a little intention - a little willpower - into the tea as they're making it, then something magical is bound to happen when the tea is drunk. Though the "something" might not always be what was intended, depending on the skill of the witch and ingredients used. Trying to add a little extra calming oomf to a chamomile tea probably won't cause an issues, but trying to add a "deep sleep" enchantment to a strong black tea might get... weird. A practiced witch may still be able to make that combo work as intended, but a newbie won't know how yet.

So, Jay's tea. The three main 'active' ingredients are chamomile, lavender, and lemon. Chamomile is usually used to calm and relax, lavender for much the same, and lemons are 'bright' and 'purifying' to quote from the particular witch who made this tea. For a witch who knows what she wants to do, it's fairly simple to take those ingredients, bend their inherent properties towards a specific goal - relax the muscles to ease aches and pains, and chase away any lingering magical side-effects - enhance them with a bit of will, and package it all up with a neat little bow.

But that's not the end of it. This tea was made as a multi-cup, loose-leaf kind of deal. So it's not just the witch's original intent that matters. The effects and potency of the tea also depends on the tea maker. Someone half-heartedly brewing a cup in the chance it soothes their aches isn't going to see as much of an effect as someone who adds their own bit of intent as they brew the tea. That's how all spells work, really. It's a joint effort between the spellcaster and the person being spelled.

aaand now I'm tired, which is what I intended this rant to do, so I'll leave off here so I can get some sleep. More rants about Shapeshifter magic.... sometime? We'll see :P

#wip: shapeshifter

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