#ode to butter

[rexscanonwife]

More official/proper ref of my Metalocalypse s/i 💖🫶💖🫶💖 I needed another milf for the books, I'm obsessed with it guys!

Like I said before she's the manager for @hotrodharts and @1980ssunflower and does a kickass job of it! She's meant to be something of a parallel to Charles whom she has THICK sexual tension with and possibly a mysterious past history with? :0 oooooo~ either way she's very fond of the boys, especially Toki, and in my dreams they see the both of them as parental figures 😊

EDIT: original meme by @tarraerae on Twitter 🫶

Flat colors!

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[shoezuki]

Watching jawsh live as he struggles to order food off ubereats cuz he wants a steak and not fastfood

[songpasserine]

put some kerrygold butter in there. I’m not driving.

[oediex]

Let me sing to you the praises of peanut butter. It is the stuff of life, the daily bread that nourishes me morning, midday, and evening. The queen of breakfast, the leading light of lunch, the hero of dinner. Its smoothness and richness are unparalleled. One can only surmise it is what the Greek gods ate that gave them their immortality. It is a delight, a versatile icon, a plat du jour but for all the days, a reason to get up in the morning, and a shining beacon of deliciousness.

We met late in life, peanut butter and I, when I was already an adult, and what a shame it is. To have been deprived of this goddess during my childhood, not even knowing of its existence. But oh, will we make it to the end together.

In their modesty, these seeds that grow underground show us that the marvel of life need not come from up high, nor need to be complex. Simplicity is fulfilling too.

[bonecarversbestie]

Hello I'm BoneCarversBestie! I'm a writer and (blob)artist in the Acotar fandom! 🥰

Find my art on Instagram | My writing on AO3

Completed fan fiction:

The Scenic Route - Rating: M ~66k words When Elain accidentally winnows to Lucien's doorstep, he agrees to take her back to Velaris on horseback.

Reverie - Rating M <700 words Elain daydreams about a night with Lucien while watching him get dressed.

Butterflies - Rating G <600 words Elain cuts her hair on a whim and is met with mixed reactions.

An Ode to Spring - Rating G ~1000 words An account of Tamlin's life told in the style of a children's fairytale.

Blob Comics:

The Great Blobish Bakeoff Elain, fed up with having to do all the cooking, proposes a Solstice cooking contest and is less than pleased when Lucien swoops in to save Feyre's failed baking. Will his buns be enough to butter Elain up?

What to do with your hands while flying: An illustrated guide

Is that blob your mate? An illustrated guide The rest of the blobs can be found on my Instagram!

[this-is-a-name-dont-worry]

things that seemed reoccurring this update:

- Meat

- peas

- jelly

- Hibernation

- Eddie's absence

- Acting out a script (Sally mumbling asking if it's her cue and Howdy changing the script of the narrator in Homewarming storybook, characters general interactions with the narrator, different moments in the video, like the Sally and Frank ad break or the song a barely silent night, where the two literally fight over who get to sing, Sally mentions she wrote the lyrics, and Frank says she already has a song. yeah all of these are easy to see as meta goofs in the original material, but it's the fact there's so much of it this update) (of course all this wrap up with the end of the video where Eddie and Frank are obviously acting off script)

- Being alone (Eddie not having any news of anyone and not even seeing anyone outside (which is interesting as the story says that Sally was up in a tree near his home and saw him fret over having nothing to do), Wally saying it's so quiet during Homewarming and it's just he and Home for a while (potentially the show putting out a christmas special and then being on break? can a show do that?), and in the normal website material, the end of "An ode to hibernation", Frank saying "Where all that's left is me", the "me" being a "...me?")

- Welcome Home being used to sell stuff (cigarettes, medicine, eggnog, cereals, and the cookbook lists ingredients that are a specific brand)

(I'm putting under read more my rambling thoughts so you can just reblog the list without having to see them)

so I can't really make sense yet of all the food stuff. Maybe there are cultural elements/expressions I don't know that explains it? But I still find it very interesting how fucking unhinged that cookbook is yet the commercial and the website treat it normally. The cookbook is overall extremely interesting, because some of the recipes seem to actually be written by the characters; Barnaby who only presents you weird hot dog dressings with pictures but no recipe (and all jokes), Frank who lists not just the ingredients but also the material, and overexplain each steps (at least overexplain compared to the other recipes. it's actually interesting to know why you do x or y), and Julie who turns her recipe into a game at the end, and felt a bit harder to follow? anyway.

The cookbook, the Homewarming tradition of hanging a ham in the tree, Santy Claus being said sometimes instead of Santa, the ham for Santa? Once again, the christmas commercials being so casual about some of the weird stuff it says and presents? This almost feels like an alien who only has a blurry grasp of Christmas and what humans enjoy made the cookbook and the live commercial.

Sometimes, Welcome Home feels like it never actually aired and produced things, but we're making it retroactively exist. Something is making it exist. Like a retcon of the universe, "What do you mean you never heard of Welcome Home? No, of course it always existed and was very popular, look at all this old material we find!"

So maybe whatever is making it exist doesn't fully get humans and accidentally creates things that are weird to prove its existence. Like a cookbook that tells you a single pea in a buttered plate is a classic meal, or that of course you give Santa ham on Homewarming! (tbh almost getting an AI weirdness feel)

But in total contrary, in its story, Welcome Home also feels like it always existed, but got somehow completely wiped from people's mind, as something caused its sudden stop, and its characters gained consciousness of what they are and their world. As an existential dread fell on them one after the other, slowly realizing something isn't right. As Eddie felt anxiety and nervousness over no one being there or contacting him, to then having the story acts lightheartedly about it, the narrator saying things have been solved but he doesn't feel it, and suddenly Home is staring at him.

Both "It never existed but the universe is being retcon into it existing" and "it existed but something terrible happened that erased it from peoples mind" seem plausible. If two theories contradict each other, that means there's a third one that needs to be found.

Maybe it existed. Maybe it truly was popular, but something corrupted it, leading to its disappearance. A disappearance so big it stopped to exist. And now the thing that corrupted it is trying to crawl back, make it exist again, but it's making it come back completely off.

Anyway.

Also, I think the show may have been on hold during the Holiday season, "hibernating", and the character who got some self awareness realized that something was off. They're alone because there's nothing new, so no one is there bringing life to the neighborhood.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

LET THEM FEAST

This piece was inspired by this Mickey Mouse cartoon as well as this early episode from Spongebob.

So tell me, do you wanna go?

The cafeteria doors parted, swinging open as any other door would—but to Fellow and Gidel, it was as if the gates to heaven were welcoming them. Humming chatter and the smells of delicious foods churned out from beyond. Deeply inhaling, tasting the aromas in the back of one’s throat, made their bodies light and floaty, as if hunger had made them weightless.

They followed a hoard of uniformed boys with trays, drifting to buffet stations loaded with dishes they could only dream of. Slabs of roast beef dripping with mushroom gravy, racks od lamb, game birds with crisped skin, fish glistening with herb butter, steaming stews with vegetables bobbing in a sea of rich broth, fluffy rice, cakes sliced wide and trifles stacked tall. The paper-thin slice of bread and beans they had for supper had never looked quite so sorry.

Gidel didn’t notice that his mouth was agape and slick with saliva until a cane tucked under his chin and closed it for him. Fellow pulled the young boy close, a hand on his arm as he wildly gestured to the waiting delicacies.

“Take a gander, Giddie! All that food’s free and ours for the taking!!” he chirped. “Ready your fork and knife, we’re going to eat like kings today!”

Arm in arm, the duo dove into the bar, grabbing as much as they reasonably could. Generous scoops of mashed potato, the biggest pieces of meat, plenty of sauce, the largest loaves. Gidel rushed about with an apple crammed into his mouth and Fellow snuck oyster crackers into his breast pocket (as a late-night snack).

While their plates piled higher and higher, the mob students grew more irritable. Elbowing them out of the way, snatching up popular itwms, and taking far more than their share had the tendency to invoke ire. The mobs casted dirty looks at Fellow and Gidel, others raising their voices at the kitchen.

“Oi, where’s the refill of tomato soup? I’ve been waitin’ for forever over here!”

“When’re the dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggies gonna be done…”

��I’m so hungry I could eat a whole horse. What’s the damn hold up?!”

“Be patient, boys!” a ghost chef callee back. He grunted as he hailed a vat of curry off of the stove. “It takes time to prepare the food.”

“They’re ravenous today,” remarked the lead chef. “Wonder what’s going on. We normally don’t have to prepare this much.”

By this time, Fellow (trailed by Gidel) had pushed his way to the front of the crowd. He set down his tray (the tower of food upon it wobbling, threatening to collapse) and waved enthusiastically at the chefs.

“Afternoon, gents! How’s it going? Looks to me like you’re hard at work feeding all these wayward souls.”

“Oh, um. Just fine, thank you.” The head chef blinked. He liked to think that he recognized all of the students and staff that came into his dining room, but he was drawing a total blank with Fellow and Gidel. “Er… Sorry, are you new around here? I don’t think I’ve seen you boys before.”

“Fufu, that’s right. We’re new to these parts.”

“They ain’t even students,” an angry mob student behind him piped up.

The lead chef startled. Worry crumpled his round, marshamallowy face. “Oh dear, not students? The buffet is only open to them and staff.” He glanced at Fellow’s pickings. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to return all that.”

Anger and annoyance shot through the fox beastman. Tch…! Those NRC brats, looking down on me! Why should they get to gorge themselves on this stuff while the rest of us beg for their scraps?!

He reached down and gripped Gidel’s hand, giving the young boy a reassuring squeeze. Gidel offered a sleepy grin back.

Watch this. I’ll turn this entire situation around and have them eating out of the palm of my hand.

He let out a theatrical gasp, then summoned his most charming smile. “My bad, I forgot to introduce myself! You see, I am a health inspector sent by the Department of Magic Education to evaluate your menu! Gidel here’s my trusty assistant.”

The leader of the ghost chefs scratched his head. “Huh? Is that what a health inspector does…?”

“Of course, or cooourse! All a part of the job description, my friend.” Fellow indicated his absurd amount of food. “They’re looking to implement new standards for magic school menus—and where better to look at as a model for reference than THE famous Night Raven College? The education it offers is elite, so the meals it offers must be elite as well! That’s why they’ve sent us to try one of everything, to evaluate the quality of your wares.”

Gidel bobbed his head. (He had little clue what he was actually agreeing with, but he agreed nevertheless.)

“Come ON, you don’t seriously buy this crap, do you?” a mob student groaned. “The old fart’s clearly lying!!”

Other voices joined him, but they all fell upon deaf ears. The head chef’s eyes sparkled, his pasty white cheeks rosy with excitement.

“Oooooh, why didn’t you say so sooner?! W-We will absolutely do everything in our power to accommodate your needs, Sir Health Inspector!” He turned to his kitchen staff. “Isn’t this so exciting, everyone? We’ll be the first group of ghosts to receive a fancy accolade after death!”

A murmur of approval weaved through the kitchen. The dining room, however, erupted into a fresh round of protests.

“You’re joking!!”

“That’s such an obvious lie.”

“How can you believe that bullcrap?!”

Keheheh, never underestimate the power of this Fellow Honest-sama’s silver tongue 🎶 I didn’t even need to use my unique magic to cut to the front of the line. Some people are just born suckers and stay suckers in the afterlife.

He smirked, giving a triumphant twirl of his cane. “Sorry, folks! You snooze, you lose. We get first dibs on everything~”

“Hah?! What’d ya just say to me?” A vein bulged on a Savanaclaw student’s forehead. He was about double Fellow’s width and rippling with muscle. “Like hell you are!”

“The way you talk is pissin’ me off!!” chimed in a Diasomnia student. He drew his baton and aimed it at Fellow. “I oughta shut you up for good!”

The idea was a seed, taking root and festering among his peers. Other students were producing their own magical pens, out of pockets and from inside vests.

Fellow paled, balking but keeping himself between the mobs and Gidel. “H-Hey now, can’t we talk this over? Violence doesn’t solve everything, you know!”

“YES IT DOES,” the mobs retorted—in unison for once. Hungry and angry, a terrible combination.

Gidel whimpered. No sound, but Fellow could sense it in the way the boy retreated into his coat. A free hand found its way to the small of Gidel’s back, keeping him upright.

Don’t let them see you like that. Weak, downtrodden. It’s letting them have the moral victory.

His grin widened. He was a fox looking to sink his teeth into unsuspecting prey.

“Why spend your youth grumpy and causing trouble? You should lighten up, live a little, laugh a little. Here, I’ll show you how. Just follow me! Come on to the Theater!! Life is Fun!!”

Fellow spun his cane, releasing a light shower of sparkles upon the crowd. They floated down, popping like popping on their skin. Eyes glazed over, twisted expressions slackened.

“Now then!!” Fellow, raised his cane like a baton, still spinning as he conducted his herd. He, poised as the ringleader. “Right this way, right this way, gentlemen! Let’s have a lively parade to the courtyard on this fine day!”

“The weather is nice today…”

“Coach said I need to get more exercise in.”

“I’ve been stressed about classes, I need to take this break.”

Marching—one, two, one, two—Fellow led the procession out of the cafeteria. He belted out a tune as he ushered students through the exit.

“Hi-diddle-dee-dee, actor's life for me!”

(Gidel pranced in and out of the line of students, reaching into pockets and retrieving miscellaneous items. Pencils, a keychain, spare change. He stashed them under his hat.)

“A high silk hat and a silver cane, a watch of gold with a diamond chain!”

When the last student was gone, Fellow made a U-turn and rushed back into the cafeteria, slamming the doors behind him. He dropped his smile, letting it shatter like a porcelain teacup and not bothering to salvage the remains.

“Sheesh, they’re finally out of my fur!” Fellow sighed deeply. “Those rotten kids really had to make me work hard for my meal...”

Gidel scrambled over to him, pulling out the various items he had clumsily pilfered. Look what I got! he seemed to say.

Fellow brightened, ruffling the child’s messy brown mop. “Atta boy, Giddie! We sure showed those snooty rich kids what for, eh?”

At that moment, the head chef bursted out of the kitchen juggling a tray of apple strudel. He was followed by several other ghosts, each carrying a new dish.

“Sorry for the wait, here’s the… Huh?” The head chef glanced around the nearly empty cafeteria, his brows knitting. “Where did everybody go?”

“Must’ve gone out for a stroll Fine by me, they’re letting us get right down to business,” Fellow laughed, clapping a hand on Gidel’s shoulder. “C’mon, that’s enough excitement for one day. Let’s dig in!”

[ellenwhore]

yandere, dub-con (?), coercion, stalking, toxic idealogies, mr man is delusional, sexual implications, vague mention of masturbation (m), murder, su1c1de. love at first sight. pining. somewhat alternate endings.

yan!bard who's fingers fall from his lute when you walk into the inn. and suddenly everything quiets down, murmurs into a deadly silence. the crowd muffles it's breath. the revered performer gasps audibly, though not loud enough to warrant notice. not enough for a single soul to notice how his eyes tremble upon you; a stranger in the middle of the night. you, who's suddenly interesting..

he giggles (as he does and must) and his plucks his strings again to the cadence of the music that's kept him alive, as though nothing happened. as though no flutter of heat stung through his ribs when he saw your moonlit flesh, lurking away from the raucous noise in the corner. deliciously mysterious. what brought you here? why arent you listening to him?

and he does flash his charming smiles at every teetering maiden and (as always) denies any coin for his songs. only now, with every chord, his fingers quiver. with every thank you his throat burns. you've consumed his mind. already, some random person he has never spoken to or seen before. fate often wilts her own garden but maybe you'll sprout from ashes.

(he's met you for an hour)

—

— definitely more of a pathetic yandere, eager for your sweet praise. it starts chaste. subtle, even. with every visit, his breath sharpens further and he's walked up behind so many times but his fingers just don't make their way to tap on your pretty, pretty shoulders. (how do they look underneath those clothes?)

— and you; stubborn, infuriating little you, you return every single nightfall and oh god, is it driving him mad. your silence. the way you don't even spare a single glance at him and mind you, he is handsome! (or so they say to him.) is this meant to be? perhaps a higher being wants for him to grovel in his own vicious longing, to be struck so profoundly that he loses what made him him in the first place. and perhaps it's true. hes tongue-tied all the time, and his heart leaps at the familiar creak of wood.

...doesn't it all mean ; the suffering, the desire and the mutual pining (he's quite certain of that) — that you're simply the other half of his soul? the verse that melts into his life and ends it too? love is horrible. clawed and gruesome, but that's the beauty of it, isn't it? a butter-slick flutter in the heart can wield knives and burn corpses. (or maybe he's just reading from a book. but alas...)

— it's driving him inane, composing pieces while his mind itself pens songs to you, odes to your unfaltering visage, writing about the human condition when really he only wants to delve into you. the poor man errs on five songs ; hes far more willing to play your chords, I'm afraid. (and he'd do so with perfection, if you'd let him. winds whisper that he has a silver tongue, does he not?)

— and sure, praise withers away into dust and regulars that he's known for years frown at his 'deplete in talent' and the innkeeper pats him on the shoulder after a miserable failure and gruffly tells him that 'maybe searching for a better means of livelihood would be clever, eh?'

— but. they're all so blind. this sudden incompetence, unraveling of tunes and his lack of focus, it's not his fault. why must he suffer for the ignorance of these artless fools? they barely notice the world's magnificence stirred into the most loveable bag of bones among them. they can't possibly understand his genius or yours, those ordinary people.

— an artist is barely anything without his muse and thus, without you, of what is he use? he needs you. needs you because you're the scream that haunts his nightmares, the melodies in dreamwoven land, the wind that brushes by dusk when he's lying beneath his sheets, always thinking of you even when the moon flowers silver in the sky. moonlight thrums through the gossamer on his windows. he shuts it because he has to pen sonnets about you in candlelight.

— why? why are you so stubborn? so infuriating? why?

*

on his knees for your approval, he slips away from that of others .

— and it's particularly rotten satire. a play cursed to loop until death, until the wigs shrivel off and the script gathers dust. you walk in and he fumbles to death. you ignore him, leave and the poor man stares at the door like a particularly ravenous idiot. his words reek of your hair and his quill combs the strands. he's alright with being a thief, for you. (a poetically beautiful thief, of course. always beautiful. your fate, entertwined with his, never grows stale or, god forbid, ugly.)

in his want for your songs, he loses his own. (and his job, aswell)

— when the inevitable comes, ('we're not interested in horny poetry') he smiles. smiles so truly that he fears he's lost his cadence of deception. freedom cloys on his tongue. too heavy. too sweet to bear alone. surely, you would not let a gifted man such as him either away in the streets? after he was thrown out because you poisoned his thoughts? it's your duty, really, to be by his side as he sobs onto infested tomes in some guttered alleyway, whispering that he must uproot himself and his pieces sneeze, head lodged against a pile of fish bones, pecked at by cats.

— ( he was smiling a minute ago, how—)

— and so he begs. pleads, gaslights. with his fingers curled around your soft ankles ; on his knees, as he's always wanted to be, the bard gazes up at your with glistening eyes, though the barely scrutable quirk of his lips betrays him. "please understand, my love—" his head remains pressed to your feet, his lips brush your knuckles, throat drying up at the taste of your ethereal flesh. (and there are other halves he wants to taste.)"its quite simple, really, we're meant for one another and that's exactly I was miser—”

your response startles him.

(i) IF YOU REFUSE.

— his fingers would fall from your ankles. what?

— did you just say..no? to him? to his pleas? to everything?

he'd lunge at you in the blink of an eye ; hands meant to polish lutes now clasped over your mouth to muffle any protests as he rasps, out of breath — his coiffed locks now tousled as he lies atop you on the earth, knees wedging taut between your thighs. “quiet—" he'd hiss, fingernails scrapping the back of your skull. “be quiet. ”

the bard would know precisely what to do, what has always been done in cases of doomed or tragic love, he's flipped through such pages more than he knows — and it's a damn admirable fate, too. gilded. otherworldly. poetic, even. perhaps this shall be painted upon castles in the future when your corpse rots away to dust.

“you want to deny me, darling?" he would coo, hair bristling your neck as he nuzzles in. “do it. i'd never force you to love me anyway.” his breathing would grow jagged as his fingers trail soothing patterns down your spine, as he'd drown in your scent as though he hadn't stolen seventeen pieces of cloth for his own 'sniffing sessions'. (and who wouldn't!)

“im sorry.” his kiss to your forehead does little to soothe the melancholy of death. “im really fucking sorry, love—" and cradling your cheeks won't do any good. he doesn't seem to understand. “but if i can't have you, why should I leave you for others? that'd so be unfair."

a single tear streams down his cheeks.

and then with the plunge of steel in your bones — bleeding apart with inchorent sobs fading into that seem to grow into an echo — your eyes flutter shut before you can hear a yelp of pain mirroring your own, the pierce of steel like that of yours.

—

“ a glooming peace this morning with it brings,

the sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:

go hence, to have more talk of these sad

things;

some shall be pardon'd and some punished,

for never was a story of more woe,

than this of juliet and her romeo.”

— Act Five, Scene III ; romeo and juliet by william shakespeare.

—

(ii) IF YOU AGREE

— he'd begin sobbing right there. would probably pepper kisses all over you and get married the next day <3

(sorry i hate writing happy endings ejejejdsnn)

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

storytime which my figs know about but whatever (and thanks to my beloved boundin for being all worired abotu me. sorry.)

so i had an assignment due yesterday. a care plan worth 15% of my grade for a double credit point unit. anwyay. i didn't touch it, for various reasons up to and including what i'm currently calling situational depression, and planned to get an extension.

fun fact: apparently you can't get extensions day-of, at least for that assignment.

i found this out at about 11am, due 8pm, having not even looked at assignment before then.

so of course i kind of panicked. just a little bit. and opened it up real quick. shifted to desk. put on the kettle and started digging around my music library.

there's this song i like, carpenters of course, "don't be afraid". i cycled through a few other songs before i got to that one, none of them helping me get into the zone.

(anyway i listened to "don't be afraid" on loop 108 times yesterday afternoon, putting it as the top number of plays on my music app, finally surpassing a particular movement of a beethoven sonata (13 second mvt) that has reigned as king for a couple of years. then towards the end, flagging, i switched to a combo of "road ode" and "a song for you (reprise)", because those two songs have to go together musically.)

i was already feeling awful physically because most of my intake the previous day had been cheese, so wheeee dairy and almost-diarrhea as well as reasonably severe stomach pain. stress was making me dissociate a bit as well.

so. caffeine time.

keep working. more caffeine time.

keep working. more caffeine, an unmeasured amount of sugar, and another couple of spoonfuls of coffee because why not. because of a mysterious headache (likely caused by a combination of too much coffee, no food, and dairy the previous day), took ibuprofen.

keep working. more coffee. more headache. more ibuprofen.

at that point i was entirely detached from my body, experiencing symptoms of a caffeine overdose and potentially ibuprofen overdose too (didn't exceed the maximum for ibuprofen in a day, but in that short a time yes, and certainly caffeine), and saying all the stuff that worried boundin. still working on the assignment though while feeling unreal to a complete degree, not just partial, and noting symptoms as an intellectual exercise. was not present in my body at all. oh, did i mention i hadn't eaten that day? i was also experiencing violent nausea.

keep working. song still on loop. headache reducing. time passed and the reaction i was experiencing began to fade. brother gave me chocolate at some point near the end.

completed and submitted assignment about five minutes before i had to go out for the evening. somehow not at all shaky but i could feel all my skin and was inclined towards giggling.

arrived at friends' house. mentor asked how my day had been. i began laughing, explained what my day had been doing, and ended up giggling helplessly. she looked Concerned++ as i hilariously recounted my accidental overdoses x2 and that i hadn't eaten anything except chocolate, sugar, caffeine and ibuprofen that day. i made many jokes throughout the meal but mostly restrained myself overall - i was self-aware enough to know how abnormally i was acting, but it was so hard to avoid these things. inclined to laughter the whole evening, though after eating actual food that didn't contain sugar it did settle a little. later in the evening i impulse-agreed to a thing saturday i didn't want to go to, noted the concerning level of impulsivity and restrained myself from agreeing to anything else.

was offered, and enthusiastically consumed, a quantity of cold roast potatoes, which definitely helped as well.

arrived home less inclined towards giggling, but still violently nauseous; managed to avoid throwing up by the barest of margins. practically inhaled bread and ham, which i found too sweet because it was housed in the same fridge as bananas; found peanut butter for the last slice of bread, which helped. still feeling very ill but suspected i needed it given all the everything - i think this was the right call.

went to bed, yoinked ransom, cuddled him forcibly and eventually managed to sleep, still feeling rather quite hyper.

this morning i am still slightly hyper and mildly unwell but fatigue is balancing the tendency towards impulsivity. am not going to consume either caffeine or ibuprofen today unless something drastic changes or something, and a hard ban on both refined sugar and dairy until i feel more normal again.

bit of a rollercoaster.

[nopookietimesq]

15.02.25 - bilans

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Co dziś zjadłam:

• kasza malinowa od Nestle - ok. 213 kcal

• udko z kurczaka pieczone w air frayerze, ziemniaki gotowane, mizeria oraz kapusta kiszona - 280 kcal

• baton proteinowy i'm pro peanut butter - 169 kcal

Łącznie: 662 kcal

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Z rana niestety musiałam zjeść śniadanie więc wleciał klasyk czyli kasza malinowa. Przez to że nie byłam pewna czy nasypalam idealnie 45g kaszki to podwyższyłam kaloryczność (45g kaszki to około 190kcal). Potem poszłam do Dino po herbaty oraz zakupy na obiad + do remy zgrzewke wody. Gdy byłam w remie zobaczyłam mały dział gdzie było wszystko, białko, witaminy itp. oraz batony proteinowe i gdy ja je zobaczyłam myślałam że padnę. Było 7 smaków i w jednym batonie jest mniej niż 200kcal oraz 13g białka. Gdy wróciłam do domu niedługo później poszłam po te batony oraz jeszcze do biedry po cole orginal 0 (była promka 2+1 gratis więc skorzystałam i ogólnie promocji było strasznie dużo) a pod koniec zaszłam jeszcze do Pepco i Rossmana (miałam w nim kupić batony od purelli, ale zdecydowałam że skoro kupiłam już w remie batony których nie jadłam to zachowam samokontrolę i nie kupię tych od purelli) Następnie wyszłam z psem i zaczęłam robić obiad. Około godziny 15 musiałam go zjeść czyli udko z kurczaka które upiekłam w air frayerze, ziemniaki, mizerię oraz jeszcze dołożyłam sobie kapustę kiszoną. Wszystko udało mi się zważyć i sam obiad powinien mieć 280 kcal, ale wydaje mi się że mogłam zjeść trochę mniej ponieważ gdy ważyłam udko to miało w sobie tą kość oraz zjadłam samego mięsa mało (w miarę dużo zostawiłam na tej kości ponieważ przyprawiamy sobie tylko solą, pieprzem, oregano i majerankiem by uniknąć niepotrzebnych kalorii przez co mięso nie miało kompletnie smaku gdzie wcześniej jak tak przyprawiał np. pierś czy schabowego to smakowało mi) Wieczorem jeszcze spróbowałam jednego z tych batonów proteinowych a dokładnie tego o smaku peanut butter i mówiąc szczerze dupy nie urywa, był dobry nie będę kłamać, ale uważam że są dużo lepsze. Jakbym miała ocenić od 1-10 to dałabym taką 6. Przez cały dzień z kroków spaliłam 219 kcal. Wieczorem spróbowałam również mięty z pomarańczą i mango, mówiąc szczerze była serio dobra, samej w sobie mięty wogóle nie było czuć a smak pomarańczy z mango było idealnie zbilansowany, podsumowując bardzo wam polecamm

Mini houl co kupiłam

• mięta

• mięta z pomarańczą i mango

• zielona herbata

• zielona herbata z truskawką i maliną

• cola orginal 0

• batony proteinowe

[mcytblrconfessions]

I don't watch xisumavoid but from what I see from other povs he seems like he has the personality of boiled chicken/ unsalted mashed potatoes/ slice od bread with butter and then I find out that this white mans spice tolerance personified said the f slur

What. Thefuck

[whereseekersfeartotread]

"Will do mam. Have a good day."

*Sits down at an empty table and slowly drinks her cube.* - whereseekersfeartotread

+ Slipstream slowly approached the other bot (?) before halting and stepping up beside her. + "Now, where did someone such as yourself come from?"

[oediex]

Tea is just a winner all around. It goes well with hot and cold - forcing your body to cool down or your hands to grow warm. It's great for intermediate weather because you can just leave the heating off. It comes in colourful boxes with either the most straightforward names you can imagine or the most ephemeral ones they could think of. It's water and officially counts as hydrating yourself. They come in bags or in a loose form, the latter of which you can contain in cutesy little holders, or just plain round ones. There are flavours to be discovered, you have no idea. And even if it's old, even if it's past its due date, as long as it looks fine and smells fine, you're fine. We will be drinking tea during the apocalypse.

All the above does not count for tea with ginger. It is the devil's spawn. We do not speak of it.

[love-everyone]

heavy ode to fall.

pomegranate apple butter w/greek yogurt, figs, dried apple, pom, cinnamon.

[dyke-will-graham]

My list of songs so Hannigram coded it’s insane and the lyrics that make them so:

Salt in the Wound- Boygenius

‘You put salt in the wound, and a kiss on my cheek. You butter me up and you sit down to eat’

‘Neck full of mockingbirds all calling your name…I’m gnashing my teeth like a child of Cain’

I’m Your Man- Mitski

‘You’re an Angel, I’m a dog. Or you’re a dog and I’m you’re man. You believe me like a God, I destroy you like I am.’

‘I’m sorry I’m the one you love, no one will ever love me like you again so when you leave me I should die. I deserve it don’t I?’

Famous Last Words (an Ode to Eaters) - Ethel Cain

‘Look at me baby, dead in my eyes. It’s the end of our holiday, but it isn’t goodbye. Carry me with you all of the time.’

‘Eat of me baby, skin to the bone. Body on body until I’m all gone. But I’m with you inside.’

It Will Come Back- Hozier

All I’m gonna say is first verse is Hannibal POV, second is Will POV talking to eachother I could write a damn essay on this song and Hannigram

Shrike- Hozier

‘The words hung above, but never would form. Like a cry at the final breathe that is drawn. Remember me love, when I am reborn as the Shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn.’

‘Had no idea on the ground i was founded, oh that goodness is gone with you now. Then I met you, my virtues uncounted. My goodness is goin with you now.’

‘Back to the hedgerow where the bodies are mounted’

Abbey- Mitski

‘I am hungry, I have been hungry, I was born hungry, what do I need?’

Butchered Tongue- Hozier

This one I think is Will when he married Molly and settling into his new life but still looking for Hannibal in everything.

UPDATE:

Talk- Hozier

Once again getting into the Greek mythology themes and Hannigram parallels. Orpheus and Eurydice as Will and Hannibal haunts me.

‘I’d be the immediate in Eurydice, imagine being loved by me.”

Paralleled with the scenes of Hannibal and Wills seperate “I forgive you”.

Me and My Husband - Mitski

‘At least in this lifetime we’re sticking together.’

This is a little cracky, but this song reminds me of the way Hannibal and Will are chasing potentials and scenarios where they can stay together. Teacups and all that and yes the world is on fire but Hannibal and Will are together so it’s okay.

Breezeblocks- alt-j

Enough said.

NFWMB - Hozier

‘Give your heart and soul to charity. Because the rest of you, the best of you Honey belongs to me.’

The possessiveness of Hannibal and Will over eachother is insane, we know this. And I think people forget that Will is just as bad as Hannibal about it. (Just see any interaction between Bedelia and Will for evidence)

Salvatore- Lana Del Rey

“The summers wild and I’ve been waiting for you all this time. I adore you can’t you see you were meant for me?”

“Catch me if you can…dying at the hand of a foreign man, happily.”

Once More to See You- Mitski

“But with everybody watching us, our every move. We do have reputations, we keep it secret, won’t let them have it.”

“If you would let me give you pinky promise kisses then I wouldn’t have to scream your name.”

Televangelism- Ethel Cain

No lyrics in this one, just piano and the sound of me crying softly. This song is EVERYTHING the Primavera scene was in Dolce. Please listen. The slow build, the melodic flutter of a heartbeat the rise and ascension when they see each other and smile at one another, the acceptance of fate, the knowledge of love. “You and I have begun to blur.”

anything - Adrienne Lenker

“I don’t wanna be the owner of your fantasy I just wanna be a part of your family.”

Savior Complex- Phoebe Bridgers

“Drift off on the floor, I drag you to the shore. Sweating through the sheets you’re gonna drown in your sleep for sure. Wake up and start a fire in our one room apartment but I’m too tired to have a pissing contest, all the bad dreams that you hide show me yours I’ll show you mine.”

“Baby you’re a Vampire, you want blood and I promised I’m a good liar with a savior complex.”

Pre-Mizumono to Post-Fall Hannigram can be found everywhere in this song.

OKAY OKAY THATS IT IF YOU STAYED THIS LONG THANKS IF YOU WANT MORE HANNIGRAM LISTEN TO MY PLAYLIST ITS CHALK FULL OF ANGST

[julietasgf]

sleepover saturday 🥳🥳🥳

what you’ve been meaning to read and what you order at the movie theater!!

hiiiii vivi ty for the ask!! 🥹💖

for what I mean to read: I got some books here at home I bought last year but still didn't read! first on the list is poppy wars that I'm reading next, but also I got blood meridian and the other black girl! I also had a very pretty and illustrated edition of g*od om*ns I bought mooooonths ago but after all the horrible shit that came out from that man I lost every will to read it :(

for the future I want to get nickel boys (the movie was so good, it sparked my interest), violeta and la casa de los espiritus (both by isabel allende), and some popular brazilian books around here such as torto arado and cabeça do santo!

for the movie theater, I prefer going to a convenience store and buying snacks, but since I go a lot to the movie theater and doing this every time would make it too expensive, I usually bring popcorn from home (one salty with butter, the other sweet) because I really just go with the money of the ticket and the bus! the only thing I buy there is soda! ^^