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[incorrectyuli]

Marzu, Part one: Convictions

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Part two

[hesperusblogging]

Alright fess up which one of you Marzu stans bought this?

[babblingbookends]

dickroy first date?

I went a little wild and crazy and broke 1,000 words, so it's also posted on Ao3 if you'd rather read it there!

Or you can check out the fic below the cut here!

Thanks for the ask and the prompt!

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Dick was fifteen minutes late when he came rushing into the restaurant, hair damp and curling around his ears. Roy could see him from his specially-requested table; good sightlines to the doors, easy access to the exits and the bathrooms.

God, he looked good. Handsome. Classy. Uhhh… handsome. Yeah. Wow.

Roy was so out of his league.

“Hi,” Dick said, a little out of breath. He slid into the seat across from Roy. “Sorry I’m late.”

“I lied,” Roy blurted, then cringed.

“Uh, what?” Dick asked, laughing nervously.

“I told you to be here half an hour before we actually needed to be here,” Roy said, fiddling with a fork. “’Cause I knew you’d probably be late.”

“Oh.” Dick checked his watch, a yellow one that Roy was pretty sure Wally had bought him, and winced. “I’m still twenty minutes late.”

“Yeah, it’s fine though. I’m just glad you made it.”

“Roy-”

Whatever Dick was about to say was interrupted by the waitress, bringing over menus. “Can I get you started off with some drinks?”

“Just water for me, thanks,” Roy said.

“Water, with lemon, no ice,” Dick said.

“Are you sure I can’t get you two started with some cocktails?” the waitress asked with a pretty smile. “Or maybe some wine?”

Liquid courage would be nice, but he was so nervous he’d spill it all over his clothes like a child with an open glass instead of a sippy cup. Why had he worn cream pants? Cream was basically off-white, and white was a magnet for spills.

“I don’t drink,” Dick said, flashing a smile at the woman. “but thanks.”

The waitress nodded, saved from embarrassment from the sheer force of Dick’s charm. Roy wished that charm would turn on him, instead of being focused elsewhere. He glared sulkily at Dick’s shirt, a colorful square plaid button-up that looked fantastic on him. Roy was regretting his clothing choices. In the mirror, he’d thought the red, orange, black and gray stripes on his sweater looked good, but now he just felt loud and out of place, compared to Dick’s effortless style.

The top two buttons on Dick’s shirt were unbuttoned. He was wearing a bright blue tank top underneath, and Roy had a brief flash of him untucking Dick’s shirt from his pants and running his hands over his hipbones and up under that blue tank, lips gently brushing against Dick’s neck-

“-oy? Hello, earth to Roy!”

“Sorry, what?” Roy said, snapping back to reality. Dick raised a bemused eyebrow.

“Don’t tell me I’m boring you already?” Dick teased.

“Never, boy wonder,” Roy teased back.

-

Dick was so overdressed for a lunch date. Roy looked comfortable and casual in his sweater. Dick probably looked ridiculous next to him, sticking out like a sore thumb. He’d changed three times before settling on the colorful shirt and gray double-pleated shorts. Maybe he should have gone with the denim-on-denim look, but that had felt too casual for something so important as their first date, even if it was just for a late lunch, but maybe Roy wasn’t putting as much significance on this as he was?

“What are you getting?” Roy’s voice broke through his thoughts.

“Uh, fish.” Dick said, spitting out the first thing his eyes landed on in the menu in a panic. “The cod sandwich sounds good.”

Fish. Fish? Well, there went any chance of kissing Roy goodbye later. Who wanted to lock lips with a guy with fish breath?

“Fish is good,” Roy said. “I’m thinking either the mile high burger or the breaded chicken salad.”

“Salad? That’s not usually your style.” Dick said, then cringed internally. Great, criticize the guy’s food choices. Dick hadn’t been this bad at a first date since he started dating, and at least back then he was young enough that any awkwardness could be laughed off as inexperience.

“Yeah, I know, but they put a huge pile of housemade fries on it and the dressing is so good. You’d love it, actually.”

“That does sound good,” Dick said.

Awkward silence. Dick shuffled his feet and accidentally bumped Roy’s foot. “Sorry,” he said.

Roy grinned at him over the top of his menu. “Playing footsies on the first date, Dickie? Didn’t think you were that kind of girl.”

And just like that, Dick felt a little more at ease.

“You’ve never taken me on a date before,” Dick shot back, “How would you know what kind of girl I am?”

Roy gave him an appreciative look. “Oh, I know.”

Dick suddenly felt very warm under the collar. He suddenly remembered all the times they’d talked about sex, times they were standing around bored on surveillance or waiting for something to happen on missions. Out of anyone in the world, Roy probably did know, and why was that so sexy?

“Well,” Dick said, “Maybe I’ve still got a few tricks up my sleeve.”

Roy raised an eyebrow. “Guess I’ll have to check your sleeves after lunch.”

Dick suddenly had a very vivid image of Roy taking off his shirt run through his head. Roy’s knuckles, as scarred up as his own, flexing as he unbuttoned the rest of Dick’s shirt.

“Maybe I’m not the kind of girl to let someone check his sleeves on the first date,” Dick said. Lies. He would definitely let Roy check his sleeves, but Roy didn't need to know that.

“Maybe. I guess we’ll have to find out after lunch,” Roy said. He closed his menu. “I think I’ll have the burger.” The toe of his shoe crept up Dick’s ankle, making him jump. “Are you set on the fish?”

Dick set his menu aside, too. “Nah. I’m getting that salad.”

Roy grinned. “You’re going to love it. You look fantastic, by the way.”

“Thanks. I thought I might be overdressed,” Dick admitted.

Roy laughed. “I thought I was underdressed,” he said. “I guess we balance each other out.”

“I guess so,” Dick said.

The waitress came walking over with perfect timing. “Are you ready to order?”

Dick smiled at her. “I am.”

“Me too,” Roy said, his ankles tangling around Dick’s.

Dick gave Roy a fond look at the display of affection. This was definitely going to be one of his better first dates.

And hopefully it would be his last.

The outfits I put the boys in. Roy's is on the left, and Dick's is on the right.

[cerebrodigital]

Casu Marzu es uno de los quesos más costosos que existen. Debe ser delicioso, ¿verdad? Pues su venta está prohibida en varios países y se le conoce como el queso más peligroso del planeta.

Y sí, lo que se ve en la imagen es lo que crees que es...

Descubre a que se debe su peligrosidad:

[pygian-weapon]

I wonder what's the dividing line between supposedly "evolutionary" phobias, and cultures where the object of those phobias is a traditional dish. Think fear of snakes/spiders/bugs/etc... They're probably less frequent out of sheer exposure, but I wonder if some people still develop them anyway and try to avoid those specific animals.

It also makes me wonder how much of these phobias are actually biological predisposition and how much are instead social contagion. Did the first person to sautée grasshoppers do it out of necessity and crunched through the fear, or was it the curiosity of a scientific cook?

[definitelynotshouting]

Hii :3

1. Favourite type of tea? Or are u a coffee person?

2. Which of the poems that youve shared on here are your favourite/most proud of?

3. LEAST favourite type of cheese?? Ik youre a connoisseur in this department so..

-☀️

SUN ANON HELLO MY BELOVED GLAD TO SEE YOU!!!!

1.) ohhhhh thats a VERY strong tie between matcha and lavender (so its even BETTER when theyre combined<3). I dont tend to drink coffee much bc it often leaves a bad aftertaste in my mouth :O so tea is deffo what i gravitate towards the most

2.) OH MAN..... poem 13 i think, i didnt anticipate so many people liking it but i love the rhythm and how the all caps just really adds to the feeling of wordless screaming i was trying to get across

3.) velveeta is liquid plastic and you cannot convince me otherwise

[hyacynthii]

This is a gift, it comes with a price. Who is the lamb and who is the knife?

[miss-rum-hee]

It's always these UwU ass cunts doing shit like this...

These are the sort of people they put me on a list with. Literally just people who want the hostages back, but somehow they're Nazis? Make it make sense.

[divinituscaptivus]

Salvē imperator,

Apparently the word larva means ghost or spirit in Latin. (pronounced Lar-wah)

Makes sense. They are ghastly pale, widely considered unsettling, and aren’t easily understood by the human mind.

They are all around us silent but always there operating outside of what man thinks how the world work; No ideals, no dreams, and no gods,

Thoughts on these creatures Imperator?

(Thanks for listening to my autistic rambling on grubs,)

"They are also surprisingly robust sources sources of protein. Many cultures have subsisted on the larvae of insects since time immemorial. I have done so myself. I have eaten many substances mortals would consider 'unsettling' in order to survive. Did you know, Stranger, that an ancient culture once created a form of cheese infamous for containing living fly larvae? The flies were allowed to lay eggs within the rind and their maggots made the cheese soft, sour, and creamy. One had to consume the larvae alive. as the cheese was said to have spoiled once the maggots died. "

[incorrectyuli]

Marzu, Part two: Cycles

[ safety sign generator / / x / / Mitski, Everyone/ / Yuli Campaign, session 23 (2020)  / / Illustration of Marzu and Emeria / / Yuli Campaign, session 73 (2024) / / Illustration of Marzu and Mirith / / Stories of Yuli / / Yuli Campaign, session 27 (2020) / / Yuli Campaign, session 61 (2022) / / Richard Siken, War of the Foxes / / Mitski, Everyone / / ? / / Lucy Dacus, Body to Flame ]

Part one

[hesperusblogging]

Yuli PC's as Jellycats!

[cerebrodigital]

Que apetitoso queso... 💀

Contexto:

[libertarian-druid-ny-separatist]

And still like cheese, even if you might be toxic, someone is still looking for you.

I think there's a real tragedy in the way straight men don't see themselves the same way that people who are attracted to men see them. If you ask a straight man to describe what an attractive man looks like, there's very little variety - the masculine male ideal is tall, broad-shouldered, square-jawed with a cleft chin and built of sculpted muscle. The stereotypical image of an Alpha Male, someone whom he could respect, and envy.

And sure, there are plenty of women, gay men and people of all sorts who are attracted to to this specific type, even exclusively attracted to it, there is so much more variety in this, both in the tastes and their subjects.

The stereotype of "hot wife, ugly husband"-couples was drawn from the observations of straight men, from their own perspective. Women going after men that men find unattractive makes no sense to them, and they figure that women are willing to overlook being ugly if a man's funny, smart or rich enough. If a woman insists that she's attracted to a specific man who isn't attractive by their standards, they'll assume that she's lying.

The tragic part is when a man who believes himself to be ugly grows bitter over this, developing a foul personality which people do find repulsive, and then uses their repeated experiences of being romantically rejected as proof that they're physically unattractive, insisting that surely women would overlook his heinousness if only he was tall and muscular enough, and had the right bone structure. The self-feeding vicious cycle of being a bitter incel is born.

The thing about "ugly men with a good personality can still be attractive" is that they're usually not even ugly. Some people do genuinely find fat and hairy men, thin and delicate men, short men and feminine men attractive. There's as much variety as in cheese, you can't compare aura to brie. And just like in cheese, as long as you're not toxic, somebody's into that. You just need to find the right wine to compliment it.

[cruorlupus]

A tale in two parts

[kobabeach]

brie cheese also just owns in general. im not a cheese scholar i need to get aquainted with the higher arts of cheeses all over the world but i do enjoy me a good brie, gorgonzola, camembert and maybe a little edam despite it paling a bit compared to the others (i am portuguese, so that's why that last one is there)

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

Have some more Batfam fics but make it all animal transformations (not shifter AUs; all magic or otherwise):

bruce's villain origin story by InkpotSprite 5.7k words

This is Our Get Along Spell by goldenraeofsun 10k words

Hell of a Silver Lining by ilovelocust 8k words

Everybody Wants To Be A Cat by Speechless_since_1998 2.2k words

In Case of Catastrophe by swampbebe 8.7k words

New Age Furry Therapy by LostinMomentum 18k words

dick's unconventional vacation by InkpotSprite 2.8k words

DUCK! by Cant_Smoke_Eggs 5.1k words

a total cat-astrophe by Fluffypanda 4.2k words (Billy Batson my baby!)

the red hood is not a floof by InkpotSprite 4.5k words

William Shakespurr by SalParadiseLost 5k words

I'd Never Declaw You, Brother by forgetmenotjimmy 4.7k words

So You Better Run by Cryptoad 17k words

Do Cats Eat Bats? by dod_izzy 17k words

With the Animals by strikeyourcolors 1.8k words

The harrowing criminal cases of Drake Tim: Ducktective by Carabesh 2.8k words

The Whiskers File by timbitsandpieces 10k words

A Pawsitively Meowvelous Day by Marzue 6.2k words