#sage delights

[lbhslefttiddie]

honestly really delighted by the surprising amount of humanity in the constellations and by that i mean that its really charming when the constellations are fucking dumbasses

[courtofcrescent]

A raven to welcome you! Good luck with your project, which I'd love to read. Don't forget to take your time so you don't burn out. 😊💕

ARIELLE HI! Adoriel's Tears was one of the very first WIPs that I read back when I was new to the community and stumbled upon the COG forum! It's been a pleasure revisiting it with a new face and I wish you the very best of luck! I'm really excited for more 🩶

Thank you so much for your kind words! I truly appreciate your support and interest in COC and I'll be sure to take your advice to heart. I accept your lovely raven 🐦‍⬛

P.S. please send my virtual hug to our Little Star 🤗✨

[the1trueanon]

Sage 🤝Dolly being suppliers for Howdy lmao

since Sage is a gardener, i figured she and Howdy often trade produce and stuff, so Sage is one of Howdy's main suppliers for fresh produce. maybe also flower arrangements, though i haven't decided if he gets those directly from Sage or if maybe Julie is also involved however, to get stuff like teas or certain plant mixes or gardening stuff or anything custom, you'd have to go to Sage herself! she 100% sells some of her stuff too -w- has her own teeny shop and everything, though its not nearly as big as the Bugdega. she makes and sells really good lavender syrup :D and dandelion honey!! Poppy loves to use them

anywho!! Dolly Delight here belongs to @nonomives!! a bright lil bee miss!! Sage would love being friends with her, i bet -w- (she'd get along really well with Rosemary >:3)

(please click for better image quality TwT)

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[boxfullaturtles]

"Imagine being the Shredder and getting ooze thrown in your face by a teenager and then exploding 'cause you're a pussy ass bitch."

[antirepurp]

new brain worms: omega in general. machine who lacks love, compassion, and empathy entirely and instead actively chooses to follow a moral code that aligns with rouge's ideals because she's a friend. rouge enabling his built-in desire to engage in violence and destruction. his hatred of eggman that he developed while guarding shadow being encouraged and enforced during heroes, reprogramming it from a dormant and unclear conflict of interests to a well-established and fully simulated feeling. him being perfectly content with lacking most emotions outside of hatred because emulating emotions is taxing on the hardware, but also knowing that those around him find his half-hearted attempts at showing other emotions humorous from time to time and choosing to give a soulless "yippee" at appropriate times anyway. him observing and gathering data on the social interactions of those around him to understand his friends better, even if he must refer to that database every time in casual conversation that involves more than yelling about destruction and his superiority

robot neat :)

[welcome-to-ratterrock]

I’m beginning to fear me and Locke are the same person

Both have a food we can’t eat cause as a kid we were forced to by our father, both have an iffy relationship with our dads and older brothers, both are in a situationship, both have dark hair/fur and called twinks in some fashion, and both have over easy eggs over buttered toast as a comfort food-

Chat am I Sage Locke from ratterrock??

Golly, you do make a compelling case! Three more traits will decide it…

Do you have an obsession with death? Are your eyes a crackling arsenic green? And are you absolutely hopeless with social niceties?

If yes, SAGE, DARLING, WHEN DID YOU LEARN ABOUT TUMBLR?!

[seithr]

does anyone want to see my bg3 guy

[spotsupstuff]

I offer you the girls (+1 boy), whatever girl you wish to draw, follow ur heart

sike, you get ALL of them

[anghraine]

It's not every day that I'm like "wow, self, that was a genius idea of yours" but romancing Gale as a cleric of Mystra? 11/10 concept honestly.

More later!

[phoenixcatch7]

Big spoilers for totk

I am not REMOTELY over zeldas seeming fate. WHAT HOW WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME NINTENDO??? WHERE'S MY MF ONLY ONE BED QPR Nintendo?!!!

ZELDA PLEASE COME HOME I CAN'T REACH YOU WHERE YOU ARE NOW

😭😭😭

[foldingfittedsheets]

I was telling my coworker Tyler about my weekend and he was in hysterics listening to my cascade of bad and bizarre decisions. Since most of my coworkers know I have some small notoriety here he asked, “Did you put this on tumblr?”

“No! I’m too embarrassed!”

He exclaimed, “You write about your UTI’s and dildo bathrooms and this is too embarrassing!? Pillows??”

So fine. Here’s my embarrassing pillow story for your enjoyment.

I have been struggling desperately to find a new pillow that I love. My Tempurpedic Symphony was over ten years old and disgusting and I needed to stop sleeping on a biohazard so I finally tossed it. I tried to replace it with a new one but Tempurpedic changed the density and the new one is shit.

Thus began the saga of pillows. My parents got me a Purple Harmony. I liked it very much in store. At home it was too tall. I exchanged it for the low. This was too low. Frustrated I called my mom to ask if she liked hers to which she said no so I asked to give it another shot.

Enter, the villain. My mom’s house does not smell bad. But it does smell strongly. It’s hard to quantify and again it’s not a bad smell it is simply powerful and foreign. The pillow I took from her was saturated with what my beloved and I began to call Mom Smell.

The pillow still smelled like mom’s house weeks after coming into our home, even after being slept on and with protectors and pillow cases, the smell permeated. The pillow was still too tall. So then I entered an experimental phase. The purple pillow is made up of a latex insert with a gel grid around it on the outside. The inset was too tall, but I could use the gel grid external to wrap around a pillow that was too low!

I stuffed every conceivable iteration into the purple grid. I tried the new symphony. I tried existing pillows in my home. I even borrowed a pillow from the back room at work which wasn’t in inventory so it was okay and the worst part was that was the perfect height but too soft to stay that height and ended up disappointing me and being surreptitiously returned.

I then tried an IKEA pillow that a Reddit thread suggested was similar to the original symphony and was delighted to learn that it came in three pieces so the height could be adjusted. This kicked off a new round of experimentation after I realized the pillow itself was rock solid and hurt my ears. The 1” insert could be added to things to try to bring too low pillows to the correct height. I still need to try to return this pillow.

I then turned to my friend who also owns a mattress store and asked if he had a Technogel pillow to trade for one of the Purple pillows. He agreed and I ended up with a Technogel that’s 5.5” which is sliiiiightly too tall. Then I remembered:

During this frenzy of pillow madness I’d foisted two pillows onto my mom in exchange for the purple pillow and belatedly realized that one of them was a Technogel that had been too low. Now with an insert I realized it could be perfect. So I got the pillow back but I faced a problem.

The Mom Smell.

I didn’t want to wait two or more weeks for the smell to pass normally. So I got the pillow back and indeed, it had Mom Smell. I then remembered that my beloved had been gifted something called “pillow mist” from their employer ages ago that had a sage smell I liked.

So I took the pillow, sprayed the inside of the dryer and set it to low to coat the nice sage smell into the foam.

This was a mistake.

The dryer suddenly reeked of sage and musk, the heat having amplified the mist out of all proportion. The whole upstairs screamed the contents of the innocuous bottle and my head instantly hurt. Now not only did the pillow reek of a new louder smell, so did the dryer.

I looked around and spotted vinegar and decided to wipe down the dryer with it in hopes of wiping out the overpowering mist smell. Afterward it smelled like hot vinegar which was something of an improvement. I regarded the pillow and could practically see animated smell lines coming off it. I wiped that with vinegar too. Then it smelled like SAGE Vinegar Mom.

I finally collapsed in a puddle of defeat, having created and defeated several problems but ultimately having made a pillow much stinkier than before.

My beloved came home.

They listened to my tiny tale of woe with increasing amusement.

They asked, “Why didn’t you use the Febreze?”

“What? They don’t have Febreze that’s unscented, do they?”

My beloved walked into the bathroom and came out with a bottle of unscented Febreze that would have solved my problem instantly. I facepalmed hard enough to cause brain damage.

I sprayed the pillow. It sat for a few days, ready to join my parade of pillow experiments. The sage and vinegar are both thankfully gone.

It does however still smell faintly of my mother.

[fandom-hoarder]

I need @queerfables tags because it's so 👌👌👌

buck getting a little upset because someone flirts with him and tommy doesn’t do a caveman jealousy routine and tommy’s genuinely confused because like?? he’s secure in their relationship? he knows evan wants to be with him?? he’s an attractive guy and people will flirt with him but he’s still coming home to tommy?? why would he get pissy?? and buck’s like. because it’s hot. and tommy’s like oh—lemme become a growly grouchy grizzly real quick

[kashverse]

sukuna and reader need to start saying no to their daughter otherwise she’ll turn into a snob

"you two need to start saying no to her, or she’s gonna turn into a snob," uraume says, arms crossed as they watch babykuna get hand-fed a strawberry by sukuna, who is fully crouched next to her little princess throne (a custom, ridiculously expensive high chair) like some kind of devoted servant. "you realize," sukuna scoffs, popping another strawberry into her mouth, "that at the end of the day, she’s a sukuna."

"which is exactly why i said what i said," uraume deadpans. but you shake your head with a knowing smile, reaching out to smooth down your daughter’s hair. "not entirely. her papa might be a nightmare, but i’m here to balance it out," you say, tapping her chubby little cheek. "besides, we teach her to be grateful for what she has, right, baby?"

babykuna munches on her strawberry, eyes shining as she nods vigorously. "gotta have courage, be kind, and say 'thank you' when i get stuff!" she recites, somewhat garbled through her mouthful.

"exactly," you praise.

uraume squints. "yeah? and what about when she throws a tantrum because she wants an extra present?"

"mama says i can’t always get what i want," babykuna says sagely, raising a chubby finger. "and papa says if i cry enough, sometimes people cave in."

uraume turns to you with the most unimpressed look. "are you kidding me."

you glare at sukuna. "excuse me?"

he shrugs, entirely unapologetic. "what? it’s true."

you groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. "baby," you sigh, "we do not manipulate people to get things."

"right," she nods. "we ask nicely."

"…and if they say no?"

"make the saddest face ever."

uraume gapes at you. "she’s already a menace."

"she’s just smart," sukuna says proudly, booping babykuna’s nose.

"i say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’!" babykuna exclaims, throwing her arms up in pure delight. uraume sighs, rubbing their temples. "you guys are so doomed."

on a more serious (author's) note, sukuna would not allow his daughter to turn into a snob :P he is sukuna after all, and reader is always there to smoothen things out.

[tastyreceips]

Crispy Smashed Chicken Breasts with Gin and Sage: A Culinary Delight

When it comes to elevating your culinary experience, few dishes can match the delightful combination of crispy smashed chicken breasts infused with the aromatic essence of gin and sage. In this article, we invite you to embark on a flavorful journey that will tantalize your taste buds and leave you craving for more. Our expert chefs have crafted this exquisite recipe that promises to be a showstopper on your dinner table.

The Ingredients

To create this gastronomic masterpiece, you will need the following ingredients:

4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts

2 tablespoons of fresh sage leaves, finely chopped

1/2 cup of gin

1 cup of all-purpose flour

2 eggs, beaten

1 cup of breadcrumbs

Salt and pepper to taste

2 tablespoons of olive oil

Preparing the Chicken Breasts

Preheat the Oven: Start by preheating your oven to 375°F (190°C). This will ensure that your chicken breasts are cooked to perfection.

Flatten the Chicken: Lay the chicken breasts between two sheets of plastic wrap. Using a meat mallet or rolling pin, gently pound the chicken breasts until they are about 1/2 inch thick. This step ensures that the chicken cooks evenly and becomes tender.

Season with Salt and Pepper: Sprinkle salt and pepper on both sides of the chicken breasts to enhance their flavor.

Dredge in Flour: In a shallow dish, place the flour. Dredge each chicken breast in the flour, making sure they are well-coated. Shake off any excess flour.

Coat with Egg and Breadcrumbs: In separate shallow dishes, place the beaten eggs and breadcrumbs. Dip each chicken breast first in the egg, ensuring it's well-coated, and then in the breadcrumbs. Press the breadcrumbs onto the chicken to create a crispy crust.

Heat the Olive Oil: In an ovenproof skillet, heat the olive oil over medium-high heat. Once hot, add the chicken breasts and cook for 2-3 minutes on each side until they turn golden brown.

Infuse with Gin and Sage: Pour the gin into the skillet, allowing it to sizzle and reduce for a minute. Add the chopped sage leaves to infuse the chicken with a delightful herbal aroma.

Finish in the Oven: Transfer the skillet to the preheated oven and bake for 15-20 minutes or until the chicken is cooked through and the juices run clear.

Serving Your Culinary Masterpiece

Once your crispy smashed chicken breasts with gin and sage are ready, it's time to present them in a manner that complements their delectable flavors. Here are some serving suggestions to enhance your dining experience:

Garnish with Fresh Sage: Before serving, sprinkle some freshly chopped sage leaves on top of the chicken breasts. This not only adds a burst of color but also intensifies the sage flavor.

Pair with Side Dishes: To create a well-rounded meal, consider serving your chicken breasts with a side of mashed potatoes, roasted vegetables, or a simple garden salad.

Wine Pairing: A glass of white wine or a gin and tonic can be the perfect accompaniment to this dish, enhancing the overall dining experience.

Why This Recipe Stands Out

Our recipe for crispy smashed chicken breasts with gin and sage stands out for several reasons:

Unique Flavor Profile: The combination of gin and sage creates a distinctive and sophisticated flavor profile that sets this dish apart from traditional chicken recipes.

Crispy Texture: The double coating of breadcrumbs ensures a satisfyingly crispy texture, making every bite a delight.

Easy to Prepare: Despite its gourmet appeal, this recipe is surprisingly easy to prepare, making it suitable for both beginners and experienced cooks.

Versatile: This dish can be a showstopper at a dinner party or a comforting weekday meal – it's incredibly versatile.

Aromatic Delight: The aroma of fresh sage and gin infuses the kitchen, tantalizing the senses and building anticipation for the meal.

If you're looking to impress your guests or simply indulge in a culinary adventure, our crispy smashed chicken breasts with gin and sage is the perfect choice.

[pseudowho]

"--n'then...n'then we put on our Welly boots and we put on our skirts and then we're explorer-dancers and we go, go, go--"

Your daughter led Yuuji for his next great adventure; he followed gladly, for being big brother was preferable to any mission. You sank into the relief of being ignored.

Moments passed, and you felt Kento approach behind you, feigning snores into your shoulder and crushing you against the kitchen counter. He chuckled as you reached back to pinch his hips.

You smiled into your tea, leaning back for a morning-coffee-breath kiss.

"Morning handsome."

"Not handsome," Kento rumbled, his voice scratchy, "scruffy." You hummed to yourself, closing your eyes against the curling steam from your mug.

Despite the random noise vomit coming from your daughter, some obnoxious children's morning TV show, and the bustle and the clatter, this was peace.

There was something odd to your daughter's noise vomit, though. Something strange; her series of squeals, grunts, deep rumbles and tiny screams, told the tale of a bunny rabbit being chased by some enormous bear. You frowned. You whispered back to Kento.

"What on earth is she doing?"

"Don't ask questions. Just take the break. You know what she's li--"

"Hey, baby," you chirped, your daughter stopping her odd noises and looking up from her colouring, "those are some funny noises."

"Heard them!" She piped, her tongue between her lips as she surveyed her pens for the right shade of green. You waited for her to elaborate, and she did, "From yours and daddy's room, last night."

You felt yourself pale at the edges, and almost choked on your tea. Kento was washing dishes behind you, and you heard him fumble a glass into the sink.

Yuuji didn't look up from his colouring, but mused aloud, "Huh, I didn't hear that. Just lots and lots of thumping nois--"

Yuuji gasped, a filthy gasp, his jaw dropping and his head snapping up to look at you and Kento with absolute outrage. He clapped his hands over your daughters' ears, as if to prevent her from hearing any further debauchery.

You sunk your face onto your arms, feeling steam rise off the top of your head. The silence was thick.

"You and daddy should play quietly," your daughter mused, mulish and sage, "I am very sleepy this morning."

"Don't worry, darling," Kento toned, his face and voice carefully schooled, "I'll get your mummy a gag--"

"Shut up Kento, I'll get you a muzzle--"

Yuuji all but shouted, shooting to his feet, "Hey, how about we go to the park, huh, kiddo? Just me and you!"

Your daughter squealed with delight, abandoning her pens to dart to the door for her coat. Yuuji fumbled past the kitchen counter, pearl-clutching with his nose in the air.

"And--and you two-- you should think about what you've done," Yuuji scolded. You felt Kento vibrate with mirth, with his face hidden in your shoulders. You hung your head, truly mortified, and Yuuji continued, finger-wagging, "Disgusting-- get a room--"

"--we were in our room, Yuuji--"

"--shut up-- horrible-- gross-- ugh!"

Yuuji swept out of the door with a slam. Your daughters' voice faded into the distance. You felt Kento's hand slip up under your shirt, moaning into your neck as he found your breasts.

"Does this mean we can be louder now?"

"You're never touching me again, Kento, I'm chaste forevermore--"

"--alright...after this one."

A silence. Another hand coming up to slip beneath your panties, and you shivered, huffing.

"...alright. Just once more. Then chaste, forevermore."

"Sure. Absolutely."