#sounds tasty op

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

@teddybeartoji @staryukis @dollsuguru @neptuneblue

matching <3

[kissentz]

still thinking about mcleach voice in dub......... i can't believe i love it

[peterman-spideyparker]

Let There Be Love (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! I didn't fall off the face of the earth! I've been writing, but, I've really just have had a lack of motivation to post. Enjoy! :)

Summary: When Matt asks you to find your cassette player, you humor him. As he pops in the tape and you begin to dance with one another, you recall the first time that you met your fiancé.

Warnings: Sweet fluff, established couple, flirty banter, kisses talk about marriage/wedding

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 1,252

“It’s evidence,” you say with a little shrug. “You’re an attorney. You can appreciate that, right?”

“It’s hoarding,” Matt chuckles as he walks over to you with a full glass of wine. 

He clinks his own glass to yours. “I keep what’s important,” you explain before you take a sip. 

He kisses your temple as his hand slides down the curve of your body. “Hoarder,” he murmurs.

“This hoarder will take her cassette tape player back into evidence lock up if she needs to—.” He gives you a little puppy dog pout, his eyes sparkling in the neon coming in through the frosted windows. You run your fingers through his hair as you lean forward with a kiss. “You know you love me.”

“Of course I do,” he says with another little kiss to your lips. “Thank you for your expansive evidence lock up, angel.”

“So,” you start, taking a sip of your wine and sitting on the sofa, tucking your feet underneath you. “Why did you need my cassette player?”

“Because we’ve been trying to figure out our first dance song,” he explains as he fiddles with the machine. “I was looking around in my bedside drawer for my backup glasses until I could get my regular ones fixed, and I found this tape. Do you have any idea what it is?”

“Foggy’s Intro to Punjabi tape?”

Matt tosses his head back in laughter. “C’mon, seriously.”

“I can’t say that I do! I mean, in all honesty, too, I think the last time I used a cassette was 2004. 2007, maybe.”

“This tape belonged to my dad. He made it. It had some of his favorites, some songs that he dedicated to my mom. One he thought they’d play at their wedding. I was listening to it one day—I was missing my dad, and I popped it on. Then, a girl with the prettiest voice I’d ever heard came knocking at my door with a bushel of carrots in her hand, asking if I’d seen a rabbit hopping about the residence hall . . .” You watch Matt smile as he gets the tape to play in the spot that he wants. “This was the song that was playing when we first met. This is the song that I’d like to play when I dance with you for the first time as my wife.”

“Now I feel bad about my joke.”

“C’mere.”

“Matt,” you hum sweetly, setting your wine glass down on the coffee table, moving to wrap your arms around his waist. 

“I can never remember the name of the song, I just know the sound. That’s why I needed the cassette player.”

He leans in, giving you a long kiss as you both slowly start to sway in a little circle. “You know where we found that rabbit?” I grin. 

Confusion briefly furrows his brows. “Where?”

“Our study spot. Well, it wasn’t our study spot at the time, but, that’s where Tony Hawk was. Like a sign. Premonition?”

“Wait, wait. The rabbit’s name was Tony Hawk?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle. “I never told you that?”

“No!” he laughs, holding you closer. “I think I’d remember that detail.”

“Well, that’s what happens when a veterinarian student from Carlsbad, California is in charge of naming animals.”

“Well, then, thank God for Tony Hawk.” Matt leans in for a kiss as one of your most cherished memory to mind. 

“C’mon, c’mon,” you sigh as you look around desperately. How you're the one that got wrangled into finding a rabbit, you don’t know. It belongs to your roommates best friend’s boyfriend’s roommate, and yet you're the one carrying the bushel of carrots around your dorm trying to find the quickest bunny around. “Tony! C’mon Tony Hawk, I’ve got all these tasty carrots for you, pal!” Your eyes light up when you notice a door on the left of the hall is open. With any luck, he’s either snuck in there, or they at least noticed a rabbit bounce down the hall. Picking up your pace, you make your way down to the door. 

Gently knocking on the wooden frame, you poke your head in. 

“Hi,” you start, finding just one guy—one gorgeous guy—sitting on his bed with an open book and music gently playing in the background, something smooth and jazzy. “Sorry, I don’t mean to bother you, but have you seen a rabbit around?”

He lifts his head up, his beautiful hazel eyes sparkling in the late afternoon light. The kind of bright light that happens just before dusk. His smile is warm and inviting, and your heart races. You feel your cheeks grow hot as you try to keep your cool. Based on his face, this is that hot blind law student you’ve heard all the girls talk about. Unfortunately, you're so focused on keeping your cool, you miss his response.

“Um,” he responds. Oh, hell, his voice is as warm as honey in tea. “Are you alright?”

“S-Sorry,” you stutter. “I’m okay. The bunny is just small, y’know? I’d really just like to get him back to his owner.”

He flashes you a little smirk, his brows bunching together in amusement. “The rabbit isn’t yours?”

“No,” you sigh, letting him in on your annoyance. “Long story. Don’t ask.”

“Okay, I won’t. For now, at least.” You chuckle softly as you dip your head. “I’m Matt, by the way.”

“(Y/N),” you respond. “It was nice to meet you, Matt. I didn’t mean to bother you.”

“No, not a bother at all.” The smile pulls back on his face as he pulls his fingers off of the open book in front of him. “I’d offer to help look, but, I have to go to class in a bit.”

“No, you’re totally okay. I appreciate it.”

“Maybe if you’re not still hunting for a rabbit later, we could grab some coffee.”

“I’d like that.”

“Okay,” he says softly.

You smile at one another like idiots for a good few beats before you start to slowly back out of his room. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

You sway with Matt in the living room, looking up at him, your entire world. Your sun, your moon, and your stars. And in a few months, he’ll officially be your husband.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispers.

“Just how that damn rabbit led me to the love of my life,” you say softly. “Do you think we would’ve found one another later in life had it not been for Tony Hawk?”

He just smiles as he leans his face toward yours. “You’re my destiny, angel. One way or another, I was always going to find you. I was always going to fall madly in love with you. I was always going to marry you.”

You feel how tears sting at your lash line. “You’re gonna make me bawl like a baby when we do our vows, huh?” you sniffle.

“Oh,” he says with a sweet pout. “I’m not that cruel. I’m going to write them out for you to read before the ceremony. If you’re gonna cry, what makes you think I’ll be able to get through saying them without crying?” Matt just leans in for a soft kiss, his lips lingering on yours for a long time before he’s satisfied. “I love you so incredibly much,” he whispers. “Thank you for loving me in return.”

You snuggle in on him, resting your ear right over his heart. “Forever and always, Matty.”

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[billybangbang]

Rough Hands, Soft Skin

Butcher x reader

Trigger: Just fluff, and the reader is in pain. This is all self-indulgent.

Butcher had been back for two weeks from his suicide mission blowing up Stillwell. You all had been hiding out with Frenchies contacts below a pawn shop. It was not the Fourth Seasons Inn but it would beat being held by Vought at a Black Ops sight. You had been a University student before all this happened. Now you have lost everything, no contact with any of your friends, no going to classes and finishing your PhD, no family, absolutely nothing. You had been holding on to the hope that one day you could come out of hiding. And all you had to hang on was your Thesis. It might have been stupid to continue working, researching and writing on your paper but it was all you could hold on to.

 The others left you alone for the most part, except Butcher who continuously made off handed comments about your ‘work’. “Ain’t ya’ a Goddamn opptimist, ay luv. Hate to burst your bubble, sweat’art but this ain’t gonna have a happy ending. So why don’ta put that head of yours to good use, would ya’? You would look at him with an uninterested expression not caring what he had to say. You would pick up your laptop and your books and go to your room. Or what counts for a room in this shit hole. At least you were one of the lucky ones who had a small bed in a closed room. You did not know why you had gotten the room, or that Butcher had ripped the boys a new one when he came back and saw you were sleeping on the sofa in the middle of the ‘living’ room. “Ain’t you a bunch of dumb cunts, aye? Whatcha think some guys, you don’t even know, walking in here, looking over seeing someone tasty sleeping on the couch?” Ever since the deal with Becca, Butcher had been especially protective of the women around him, at least the ones without superpower. He had kicked Hughie out of his room, under your protest, and now it was your room. 

You walked towards your bed, sitting down cross legend and leaning on the wall. You worked like this for hours, until late at night when you were sure most people were sleeping. Your back was killing you, especially now sitting on a bed hunched over, your breast weighing you down even more. But you could not sleep, you could never sleep. After another cramp in your arm, and a twinge in your shoulder you got up. Getting all your books and laptop you walked out towards the kitchen/operating table. Pushing aside some drugs and straggling guns, which to your surprise felt so normal, you put down your stuff. You were getting yourself some water, not aware that you had eyes on you. Butcher watched you from the couch where he was taking up residency for now. He had been watching you for days now. Seeing the exhaustion, the struggle to keep your back straight and you always popping your neck. He knew this situation was tearing on The Boys. Normally he would tell everyone to suck it up and get on with it, but he had to admit he had a soft spot for you. He could not understand it, he knew why he was easy on Hughie. He was like his little brother. But it took him by surprise that he was also fond of you. 

He watched you for a little while, unable to sleep himself. You were sitting on the table, your brows furrowed, constantly going back and forth between writing something on your laptop, reading something in a book and taking notes. He had no idea why you would be willing to do this. Sounded like hell to him sitting in front of a Laptop and typing away. He was always more of a get shit done type of guy. Pain and struggle, physically exhausting himself until he could not keep his eyes open anymore.  

You stretched your neck for the fifth time, groaning when you pressed your fingers into a knot in your left shoulder. It had been bugging you for days, and only got worse, but you refused any drugs from Frnechie. You might be a dealer now but you knew not to take the products that you are selling. You leaned back into the chair and stretched your back, a loud pop rippling down your spine. “Fucking ‘ell, aye. Got bubble wrap in ya spine, or what?” YOu jumped at the rumbling voice. You saw Butcher laying on the couch, one arm behind his back and one leg propped up. How could he make being sprawled out on a couch so alluring? 

“I guess you have never written a paper before.” You turned away from him trying to focus on you writing again, bracing for any mean comment he had brewing up in that head of his. You heard rustling, and footsteps coming closer. It made you even more tense. Butcher stood behind you leaning forward to see what you were writing. “Ain’t really in a line of work you have to fill out paperwork, ya kno?” You raised an eyebrow, “True that.” 

The clacking of your fingernails on the keys sounded in the room, Butcher had been standing behind you for a few minutes not saying anything just watching you work. No comment, just arms crossed, watching. It made you feel something akin to annoyance, nervousness and discomfort. You hated people reading your work before you knew it was as close to perfect as it could get. You just tried to ignore iit and keep writing, when another wave of pain ran up your arm towards your neck, pulling your head towards your shoulder. Butcher huffed behind you before you held his big warm hands on your shoulder. It made you jump, shooting him a questioning look over your shoulder. Grimacing at the movement you turned towards your laptop again. “Ya’ gonna break your back if ya’ keep going like t’at.” He just left his hands on your shoulder, the warmth felt nice. “Yeah well, I don’t think a broken back will be what kills me…” “Yea’ I guess ya’ write, that don’t mean you gotta make it harder for you.” You huffed, close to tears now, from the pain and the exhaustion. You leaned forward putting your head in your hands. “It’s all I got,” you whispered through tears. 

Butcher watched you hunch into yourself, you appeared so small in that moment. He knew how you felt, holding on to the one thing you had and trying to act like that one thing will get you through it. Breathing out slowly, his brows furrowed he pushed you back towards him. His hands were still on your shoulder, making you straighten yourself. He slowly began tracing your neck and shoulders, feeling the knots underneath. He slowly started rubbing one prominent knot on your left shoulder. He applied as gentle pressure as his tough hands were capable off. You hissed out in pain. Even though it was painful, you breathed out in relief, his hands working on. He pushed his thumbs in your shoulder blade drawing up, you let out a painted moan. “‘s okay, just relax,” he encouraged. You closed your eyes, just focusing on your breathing and how warm his hands felt on you. “Can you–” You pointed towards a knot below your shoulder blade. He gave you a grunt in acknowledgement and tranced his hands down towards the spot. “I gotta ya’, luv.” 

Butcher continued working on your back and slowly you began to relax, leaning into him even more. You started to become sleepy and your paper was completely forgotten. “Feels good,” you mumbled. Butcher smirked to himself, feeling his heart racing a bit at your words. 

Your breath hitched, when he pulled your sweater to the side, his hands touching the bear skin on the nape of your neck, massaging down your right shoulder. His hands were rough, weathered by the work. You could feel the calluses on his, his smell inviting you senses. It was all him. The rough edges, the tobacco smell, the spice musk. All you wanted to do was sink into it deeper, until it was all you could feel, see, smell. 

Butcher now was loosely touching your skin, most of the knots loose now. But he did not want to stop feeling the softness underneath his finger tips. He had felt you slowly relax underneath his hands, making him feel like he had accomplished something today. You had a way to sooth his mind and he wished he could just wrap his arms around you, feel your skin underneath his hands, while drifting off to sleep. 

You had leaned into him, your head resting on his chest, his hands wandering down your arms below your sweater. You were so exhausted, you could not keep your eyes open, slowly falling asleep without realizing. 

Butcher felt you getting heavier, smiling to himself. “Common, sweat’eart. Let’s get’cha to bed.” You let out a “hm,” but made no attempt to move. Chuckling to himself he stepped back, your head falling back before you woke up a bit catching it. He walked around towards your side, and suddenly you were lifted up. Butcher had wrapped his arms around your back and underneath your legs. If you were not so tired you would have felt yourself going hot at the action. But now all you did was lean your head against his shoulder and closed your eyes. 

Butcher walked towards your room, pushing your door open with his foot. Papers with notes scribbled on them littering your bed and floor. He sat you down on the bed, holding you up with one arm and pushing the papers off the bed. He chuckled to himself, thinking if you were awake you would smack him over the head for this. You slowly layed down, curling yourself in your arms. Butcher took your shoes off and pulled the blanket out underneath you. You grumbled at all the rustling. You scooted closer towards the wall, the small bed leaving little room. Butcher thought about it for a bit. He wanted to lay down and hold you while you slept. Yet, feeling your soft skin underneath his fingers and the difference between his weathered hands and your smooth skin made him pause. Instead he pulled the blanket up toward your shoulder, allowing himself to trace your arm one last time before turning around, softly closing the door and making his way back to the couch. 

[lady-of-endless]

Hi!! I was wondering if you'd be willing to give any headcanons about Buggy. That's my unhinged little clown baby. My girlfail male wife. My skrunkly little jerk baby.

I have a headcanon that he's kinda gender nonconforming, as in looks at Gender as a Presentation, An Act, and the world is a stage, he's a performer, and he could not be paid to give a single fuck but people are WELCOME to try, he accepts cash and treasure, no credit.

Also AFAB bc I project on this blue haired buffoon. AuDHD. Hyperfixation on chemistry, explosives, circuses and carnivals, and fashion or makeup.

I'd love to hear your takes on Buggy!

Respond only if you want, I hope you have a LOVELY day, drink enough water, and have a nice tasty snack because you deserve it ♡♡♡♡

Love,

🍬 your friendly neighborhood gummy bear 🍬

General headcanons for Buggy

Author's Note: You are so very sweet, thank you for this request and your care. Sorry if some might sound out of character, those are just my assumptions. Hope you'll like them! Have a wonderful day!

(Lovely gif is not mine, please show appreciation to the OP)

- Everything about Buggy is avant-garde and so, this makes him a dreamer, a visionary. He's got so many ideas, he just needs someone that will listen.

- He got mocked so many times about his hair color but he doesn't care anymore. Of course, he likes to experiment with different hairstyles, he's open to anything. (expect cutting it shorter, that's off the table)

- I think Buggy had to learn how to act confident before becoming confident and that is never easy.

- He is fast to jump to conclusions and judgements but fine with changing his opinions if there are valid explanations. For example, he's the type to dislike a person in the first place because he thought that this person had a mocking stare when they looked at him. Once he gets to know that person, he's going to totally change his opinion without being upset about it or admitting his initial assumption.

- He does not realize how impressive his whole persona truly is. Yes, he acts like he knows it but in his heart is something else. So when someone shows genuine awe, it will melt his heart.

- This means that he's prone to falling in love too fast. With the right kind of affection and fantasy someone provides him, Buggy will be head over heels. As a result, this will unfortunately get him hurt many times.

- On another, less angsty note, he has a collection of colorful socks with different patterns. Also, I feel like he has some nice-looking pajamas too.

- He's pretty organised for someone so chaotic. Sure, his cabin might be a disaster but he knows about where any object can be found.

- I honestly think that he has a nice singing voice when he's not trying too hard. You'll notice it when he thinks he's alone and he starts singing for himself.

- He unexpectedly has a lot of scars for someone who's devil fruit ability is to turn himself into a human puzzle. He's wild, always has been. Most of his scars are from before eating the devil fruit however. He might be wild and reckless but not clumsy at all. Has good control over his body (obviously).

[hazbinhotelexpansion]

Oh I was BORN to answer your request, prepare for all of my random discord quotes

Are you climbing the inside of the elevator??? ..........maybe

"I want them Zoloft boys"

"ok I think the phone has been in the microwave long enough"

She could run a kingdom, people would listen to her, she's very loud!

I'll sop your wet! ... I'll wet your sop? No, neither of those sound right, joke canceled, goodbye

You know me I love dead people

You want me to go straight to bed? Why not gay to bed???

"this tastes like battery acid, but if battery acid was tasty"

Gusty showers sounds like a terrible name for a retirement community

What happens if you have nipple pasties that just look like nipples? "Then you need nipple pasties for your nipple pasties" Nipple-pasty-ception "Get a bra that looks like boobs and put nipple pasties on that"

Yeah I'm like canonically allergic to chihuahuas in specific

"Jesus told a tree to off itself and then he threw a table"

"am I a Honda or a person?"

"NOW GIVE ME YOUR FACE AND DONT ASK QUESTIONS"

Gasp! Someone cheesed him!

WHY WOULD YOU MAKE MY LITTLE BOY INTO LEMONADE

"using my telekinesis to lift my daughter out of her crib just in time for her father to see her levitating randomly"

"why are we talking about bacon now I thought we were talking about your daddy issues"

I do not have a gender, I have a question

oh pants stopped happening like 30 minutes ago

just calling me Charizard is unhelpful team

I AM THE PICASSO OF MEMES

Ope there goes angel climbing into the China closet again

EVIL JELLO MY NEW GENDER

"I have a *weird* problem, are you ready to hear about my *weird* problem" "always" "my brownies are too oily"

"Before I can own a pigeon, I need to get my bird permit" Your..... Birdmit

It doesn't have to be a bunch of sad white women drinking wine sitting in a rented conference room with a bunch of tables all done up in tablecloths with droopy streamers and half floating balloons

he can be a soft boi *and* a crackhead!!!

"they're Jean shoes" YOU GOT THE FUCKIN JHOES???

Please refrain from happy biting the cannibal

WOOHOO KEVIN GOT BOOPS

Two pigeons, chilling on the sidewalk, five feet apart cause they're not gay

"you're watching a weiner schnitzel be made? Isn't that a dog?"

"she wouldn't hit a cows arse with a banjo"

About husk: probably grumpy enough to overpower catnip by the sheer force of cynicism

About niffty being drunk: she's a spastic caffeinated squirrel in traffic that's just taken a nice long inhale of, uh, snow

no actually I think you're right! I like my impulsive, self destructive behaviors

don't turn yourself into one of those cooked children in the backseat you're always hearing about, Pls don't cook yourself over your trauma

YEAH WE HAVE CHILD LABOR ON THIS BUS!

Mickey mouse voice: you can't spell drunk driving without U and I!

He has the mcdonald's headset of infinite wisdom

*angrily* IM GONNA TURN YOU INTO TREE FOOD

Sudden vox in my head: and now introducing, this.... Fuckin thing..... *gestures to cursed cat alastor on a small runway behind him*

HOPE THESE HELP YOU GUYS IM LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING THE NEW CONTENT!

Friend, I am

CRYING

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #131

I tried to have a normal day today. And this time, it worked out quite nicely.

I brewed a nice tea today. This time, I combined my vanilla-rose black tea with the strawberry rooibos; of all the teas I have, I think you'd like these two the best. This one starts out a shade of amber:

...You will also see Mogwai on the windowsill, being very cute, as Mogwai is wont to do.

I'm really glad that I was able to figure out how to photograph the subtle swirling in the water as the tea brews; I think it's a really neat effect, and I'm glad that it's one that I get to witness as a result of the glass mug:

Once it brews for a while, both kinds of tea end up resolving into a shade of red:

...And you'll see that by this time, Hoshi has taken Mogwai's place on the windowsill, as Hoshi is wont to do. It's nice outside, so the windows are open today.

From here, we add the honey and cream; the swirls made by the cream were particularly mesmerizing today, and I'm glad I was able to snap a good picture of it for you this time:

...If nothing else, I really wish I could share this part of my day with you. I think you'd like it a lot if you could be here.

Once that was done, J and I took a short walk around where I live. I tried to take a few good pictures for you; it's not much - just some flowers and some ferns in various stages of sprouting, but I hope you'll like these:

After this, J and I watched some Zeta Project together, and that was very nice. And then shortly after that, I went to meet with a friend and her little son at the local nature discovery center. I haven't really had an excuse to go there in a while, so I took some more pictures, just in case there might have been anything you might like...

This is a tree that they just... have. The whole thing and its whole root system is visible for all to see; one of these pictures has a tiny chipmunk statue, if you look hard enough:

I also met two turtles. This one is a common musk turtle; it's very excited about something:

...This one is a painted turtle. This one was perhaps slightly more chill:

...I also found an adorable book full of owl stickers:

...I love owls (especially barn owls!) a lot, but I did not get them. I did not get them, because I cannot be trusted with stickers. Even if I were to put them somewhere, the fact remains that I'm dyspraxic; I WILL put it on wrong, and I will be instantly filled with regret as a result, and then I will try to fix it, and end up destroying the sticker in the process (it's really very sad). And that's even if I make it far enough to the point where I can decide conclusively what I wanna put it on.

Hey, Sephiroth? Do you like stickers? Have you ever had stickers? If you had stickers, what would you get stickers of? And where would you put them? I wonder.

I did, however, get a cardinal plush that I found in the gift shop, in honor of our recently-passed feathered friend, as written about in yesterday's letter. If you squeeze this plush, it makes cardinal sounds:

...Maybe, at least in spirit, the one that died in my hands can live at my house if he wants to, where he can sing to his heart's content without worrying about his safety. My house is a good house; I hope he'd be able to feel the love and joy that permeates this space.

Finally, after that, J and I went to the local food co-op in order to hang with Br. There's a lounge space there and tasty food; so Br was over there doing her homework. It was pretty neat to hang out! J got some kind of hibiscus drink that smelled kind of like cinnamon. For whatever reason, hibiscus and cinnamon are, so far, my least favorite food smells. I don't know why. I know I should like them. I wish I did like them. Alas.

So of course, this meant I had to try it. I'm a little weird like that; sometimes I'll try things that I know I won't like, just for the sake of having the experience, especially if it's a thing that most people enjoy. Or sometimes I'll try things I know I hate, just because I know that my tastes do occasionally change. J felt it necessary to record the whole thing, and it was pretty funny. So here, maybe this will make you laugh:

Oh right. From the co-op, I got all the ingredients I need to make an epic breakfast, and a bunch of other tasty treats, too. I didn't take pictures of it though, because I wanted to leave it as a surprise and make it for you tomorrow! So look forward to it, okay?

...The last bunch of days have been really weird. So today I tried to have a normal day, and I succeeded.

This is all I have for today. It's nothing inspiring or insightful or profound, and... I think I'm pretty relieved about that, actually.

I love you. I'll write all about a good breakfast tomorrow, so please stay safe so you can read about it, okay?

Your friend, Lumine

[jiinjiinjarra]

[220318 Jungkook’s Instagram Stories] - Q & A

🐰: What should I do right now

— #1

💜: Think about ARMY

🐰: That’s something I do all the time

— #2

💜: Playing a game🎮

🐰: Who wants to play Overwatch with me?

— #3

💜: Tell us why you changed your username!

🐰: Because it was too long…

— #4

💜: Go to a karaoke place😎?

🐰: I want to goㅜ

— #5

💜: I lo..lo…like you

🐰: Why can’t you say you love me!

— #6

💜: I really neededd to poop todaybut seeing you halped me hold it in thank you*

🐰: hahajahahahahajahaha

— #7

💜: Play PUBG with me???😀

🐰: I can’t play PUBG

— #8

💜: Please give me some dinner recommendations!🍽

🐰: Lamb skewers lez geddit

— #9

💜: Let’s have a boxing match with Taehyungie-hyung💜

🐰: Ayy come on, he’s no match for me ha

— #10

💜: Take a look in the mirror, it’ll be super fun

🐰: Looking at you is even better

— #11

💜: Go take a walk

🐰: Can’t be bothered!!!

— #12

💜: Oppa did you work out today?

🐰: Yesterday… That’s why I’m having a hard time right now

— #13

💜: So Jungkookie’s really not looking at my suggestions huh…I’m joking

🐰:  I don’t think you are

— #14

💜: Answer me

🐰: Yes?…

— #15

💜: Help me with homework hahaha

🐰: I probably wouldn’t be of any help

— #16

💜: Will you be dyeing your hair soon? Just curious.

🐰: I haven’t thought about it yet heh

— #17

💜: Ay yo you wanna go 

🐰: Oh man things are heating up you wanna go?

(T/N: OP was using Satoori in a way that it seemed like they were looking to fight. Jungkook responded in kind.)

— #18

💜: I’m sad because you’re not replying 😟

🐰: Don’t be sad

— #19

💜: Watch ‘Business Proposal’ !

🐰: I already watched it all

— #20

💜: What about bowling?

🐰: Ooh that sounds pretty good?…

— #21

💜: I’ll go to the university you tell me to, just say the word

🐰: You should do what you want! You need to find your own path!heh

— #22

💜: You’re still trying to eat clocks.? 😂

🐰: Places to get tasty clocks…

(T/N: OP possibly used an online translator.)

— #23

💜: I’m learning Korean! It’s a little difficult…

🐰: Thank youㅜ

— #24

💜: I want to lose weight but I can’t help being hungry. Hey jungkook how do you control your hunger pangs

🐰: Tuna mayo*

(T/N: *The phrase ‘tuna mayo’ sounds similar to ‘don’t control it’ in Korean.)

— #25

💜: If you don’t reply I’m gonna shave my head

🐰: This is pretty much blackmail right here

— #26

💜: Jungkook pick between banana milk and chicken?

🐰: Right now, banana

— #27

💜: so what

🐰: ur face

(T/N: A meme in Korea that doesn’t really mean anything. It is similar to the ’~TV’ or ’~fridge’ memes used previously.)

— #28

💜: Oppa, do I have to threaten you to get a reply..?ㅠㅠ This is about my fourth time sending you something, if you don’t reply this either I’m going to threaten you too!❤️‍🔥

🐰: Hahahaha it’s because there are too many replies… Please understand.. ㅜ

— #29

💜: Please say something to encourage me on my dietㅜ

🐰: Diet, let’s go get it

— #30

💜: Laugh like crazy please hehehehe

🐰: Hahahahahajahaha ja ha ja ha jahajahaja hahaha hahahahaha ha hahaha ha hahahaha hahahaha hahaha ha haha ha ja ha ha ha hahaha ha ha jajaha ha ha ha ha hahaha ha jajajajajajaha haha haha ha jaha hahaha ha hahaha

— #31

💜: 500 chin-ups

🐰: Even the Hulk probably couldn’t do that..?

— #32

💜 Yeah~ So what TV~ Ur face~ Didnt ask TV~ Don’t care TV~ Last one TV~ So what~ Ur face~ Lalalalala you’re mad aren’t you?  

🐰: Swish..swish..s..s..Lo..Love you

(T/N: Both OP and JK’s answers are referencing a very popular SNL Korea sketch and recent Korean slang.)

— #33

💜: 200 sight or 200 IQ

🐰: The latter

— #34

💜: Watch ‘My Name’ on Netflix 🥊💜

🐰: Oh right I need to watch that too

— #35

💜: Why are you so perfect♡^^

🐰: You are heh

— #36

💜You’re mine Woawoawoawoa

🐰: Woa~ Woa~

— #37

💜: Oppa didn’t it hurt when you fell from heaven??ㅜ

🐰: It hurt a little bit I’m fine now

— #38

💜: Autumn vs winter?

🐰: Winter!!!

— #39

💜: My middle-school son is giving me dirty looks

🐰: Do the same to him

— #40

💜: Jungkookie do your feet hurt? From running towards my heart?

🐰: No wonder… It was aching a little

— #41

💜: Would you like to eat ramen with me?

🐰: Do you want to come in for some ramen?

(T/N: Used in dating culture in Korea as a way of inviting someone in after a date, or even in general.)

— #42

💜: Let’s go search for Jungkookie’s button who ran away from home 💜 Heehee

🐰: Just wait till you get home, hmph

— #43

💜: Blue highlights vs blond hair. I’m going to dye my hair, please give me your recommendations!!!!!!!

🐰: Bluuuuue

— #44

💜: It’s raining here in the Philippines ☔️

🐰: I like the rain

— #45

💜: Ramen?! Netflix and chill..👀

🐰: I heard that these days it’s more like ‘do you wanna come in and see my cat’…hehe

— #46

💜: Mhm, delicious~

🐰: Guess you just came back from the supermarket?~ Pumpkin sweet potatooo!!!!!!!!!!!!

(T/N: Referencing a famous scene from the Korean sitcom, ‘High Kick’.)

— #47

💜: What about between these two, snow vs rain?!

🐰: Wow.. That’s a tough one.. For this, I pick snow, because it’s harder to encounter snow.

— #48

💜: Yoongi-ah marry me

🐰: Hello this is Yoongi?

— #49

💜: I’m about to buy hand cream, but what scent should I get?? Fruity? Musky like Jungkook?????!!!!!!!!!!!!??????

🐰: Hometown Report*

(T/N: *A pun, with TV programme ‘Hometown Report’, ‘6시내고향/Yeo-seot-si-nae-go-hyang’ in Korean, wherein 'hyang/향’ also means 'scent’.)

— #50

💜 What is your favorite BTS song?

🐰: That is too hard…ㅠㅠ

— #51

💜: Do you like custard buns?*

🐰: Yesss

(T/N: A common bakery item in Korea that is essentially just bread stuffed with cream.)

— #52

💜: You are the light in my dark world

🐰: You are too heh

— #53

💜: These jokes are not making the cut ..

🐰: Ah… I’m sorry I’ll practice harder!

— #54

💜: Night vs day

🐰: Night hehe

— #55

💜: Please play the electric guitar, I want to see it

🐰: I did want try it out! Next time?

— #56

💜: Oppa……

🐰: What……

— #57

💜: Jungkook-ah I’m in pain right now will you comfort me!!!!!!!!!!!??????????????😥😔

🐰: Feel betteeeeeeeeeer

— #58

💜: Jungkook I can’t be bothered to take a shower right now.

🐰: I think people are just inherently like that.

— #59

💜: Son…..

🐰: Yes……?

— #60

💜: Am I beautiful?

🐰: It is a beautiful year because you are here

(T/N: OP likely used an online translator to ask 'Am I beautiful’. This included the word '해’, which among other things can mean 'year’.)

— #61

💜: Tell me the opposite of [I really hate it]

🐰: I fakely hate it?…

— #62

[Voice-only video] 🐰: I’m going to go eat now. Bye~

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BTS // Social Media // Instagram // jungkook.97 // stories // 220318 // 2022

date: 2022-03-18

Cr. jungkook.97 // Source: "trust me bro" - Jungkook has deleted his account on Instagram (Archive Cr. btsbaragi_jk) // Translation Cr. bts-trans

[thundercrack]

Just chugged some pickle juice so good that I had to bring back the Brine Blog. Today's pickle are Grillo's HOT Fresh Pickle Spears. I don't think I ever brineblogged the ORIGINAL Grillo's (as recommended by @vegasgrandprix ) but they are definitely a delicious pickle.... Is the spicy version actually EVEN BETTER? Find out below...

Flavor: This pickle has a great flavor! It's fresh, and the fresh dill is delicious. The pickled jalapeño spears are also tasty. My main gripe is that for a "HOT" pickle... They're barely spicy at all. The jalapeño flavor itself is a little too subtle for my taste, but it's enough to make the pickle interesting. However, the fresh ingredients, from jalapeño to garlic, make sure that this is a pickle to enjoy. 7.5/10

Crunch: Okay, I did leave these in a hot car for like an hour before I put them in my fridge which probably affected the crunch factor BUT they were still very good, very tasty. Great crunching sound and just the perfect size spears for taking a bite out of. The side with the peel still held a very solid crunch, but the open side was a bit mush. Fresh pickles crunch better? 7/10

Brine: I am literally drinking the brine as we speak. The brine is DEFINITELY better than that of regular Grillo's and I blame the jalapeño. Extremely drinkable with delicious flavor - I think the mild spice here actually adds to the drink-ability (but decreases pickle flavor). Great for a post run chug? I'd say yes! I'm also really thirsty rn but this is like the greatest pickle juice drinking experience I've ever had. 9/10

Cost: Pricy (but also bc i got them at the fancy co-op). Fresh. Delicious. I think they retail $7-9. 3/10

Overall Score: 7/10

DRINK THIS PICKLE JUICE BABYYYYYYYY. CHUG CHUG CHUG. #GRILLOS

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

OK WAIT HOLD ON.. I BRING MORE STSG GOODIES

while looking for the other art i shared with you I FOUND THIS OTHER REINCARNATION AU SET IN A MUSEUM AAAHHH…… THE PAINTINGGGGGG they’re so doomed lovers coded in every life i’m soooo so sick in the head ari they’re so good….. 😖😖😖

and here’s another museum one… it’s a softer/happier one look at their smiles 🥺🥺

AND HERES A FIC I FOUND!! scholar!geto…… just from the summary how op describes satoru being haunted by him in every life like AAAHHHHH I LOVE THEM SOO SO BAD… @softgirlgonehaywire CMERE GET IN ON THIS TOO

LOGANNNN I KNEW I COULD COUNT ON YOU OUR LITTLE DETECTIVE <333 THESE ARE SO SO SO GOOOODDDD I’M OBSESSED I FEEL ILL???? they’re so doomed. so tragically intertwined. i need to put them in Situations

AND THAT FIC . logan . u will be the end of us all it sounds so tasty …….. threw it in my tbr instantly SCHOLAR!SUGU???????????

in others, he is a doctor, a soldier, a poet. in each life, in each new, brilliant rendition of suguru, satoru is haunted by him.

^ HELLO??????? I SPIRALLED???????? see this is why we cant have good things no stsg stans are interested in being happy smh. IM SO EXCITED TO READ THIS WAHHH i’ll cry i just know it…..

TYSM FOR THE FOOD i am in the middle of writing out my answer to ur other ask hehe >:3 it kinda got out of control Very Quickly so expect a long summary of the up and coming stsg reincarnation fic that i will never write <3333 stsg nation i am leaving two kisses on ur little foreheads mwah mwah !!!!!!

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔹𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ not a request

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Happy Birthday to my ambitious girl! <3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

Saki always had tendency to push herself a bit and plan too much for one day. But you still loved her and appreciated how much she tried to make every date absolutely perfect!

So when her birthday came, you thought... why wouldn't YOU for a chance try making this day perfect? And what's better way to lighten someone's day than sweets~?

At first, you weren't sure if you trusted your abilities much enough since you had quite a fancy cake in mind... but in the end, you remembered that she always liked handmade gifts a bit more~ So that's what you settled on in the end! With big plans and lots of trust in yourself, and hopes for good luck, you decided you'll try baking a cake for your girlfriend's birthday!

You woke up early to bake this special cake but were surprised few hours later by your girlfriends text.

"<Hey! So sorry for asking you so late but are you free today from liiike 11am??>"

"<Well I guess I am? But why didn't you told me yesterday? You know I don't fall asleep quickly...>"

"<Well yeah, but I was the one who fell asleep during planning, ops~>"

You could only sigh as you read the text, knowing you have almost no time...

"<I'll pick you up at 11am then and you can tell me what's your plan from there, how does that sound?>"

"<Yeah, perfect! See you there! Oh and dress comfortably!>"

You sighed yet again but this time with small smile, she really made it hard on you... you knew you had to abandon your cake baking idea... but instead, you could do something faster! Like~ Cupcakes! You have some chocolates so you could do nice filling... she should like it, right? And you also should manage since you still have quite some time.

And how lucky you were... right when you finished placing icing on last cupcake when your alarm went off, telling you it's time to go and pick up your girlfriend. So you quickly put your cupcakes in a safe box, not even caring much about it's look due to lack of time and rushed to your girlfriend's house!

After not so long way, you were jsut about to knock, when as if she already knew, Saki opened the door for you!

"You're here! I'm all ready so we can go straight up to the amusement park which is our first spot!"

"Amusement park? Could it be Pheonix Wonderland?"

"Mhm! Tsukasa's friend, Emu, gave me 2 free tickets as birthday gifts!"

"Well that's nice~ Speaking of gifts... here you go. I know it's not the pretties but... I hope you'll like them..."

You handed her the cupcake box with small bit nervousness, hoping she won't mind the fact that you literally had no time to care about look of the box so it's pretty plain... but at least you made sure cupcakes are tasty!

"Awh!! You really made them?! I love them! Thank you so much!!"

But she had such a big smile on her face as she took the first cupcake in her hand, immidietly tasting it as she walked. And you on the other hand couldn't help but wash the nervousness and replace it with soft smile, seeing how happy you just made her.

"Well I'm glad you like them. Happy Birthday Saki~ Let's make it memoriable one, huh?"

"Mhm! You bet we will!"

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

@bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow @vodka-glrl @bad-the-an-enjoyer - come get your fashion lover!

[asentienthaze]

1/5 stars

would not recommend

I made some minor adjustments to the recipe:

I didn't have any garlic so I didn't use it. I couldn't get any of that fancy oils and vinegars so I just used vegetable oil and normal vinegar instead. No tomatoes so I used ketchup.

I couldn't get brown sugar either so I used some leftover peanut butter as a substitute, and I used slices of kraft singles in place of parmesan. I had no spinach in the house so I used some mint instead.

Absolutely horrible! Deeply un-enjoyable and my kids hated it. Would not try again :(

(I know this is a joke reblog but genuinely op's recipe sounds mad tasty)

hey. don’t cry. crush three cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in pasta of your choice ok?

[lost-kingsmen]

"...I don't think he knows what he's doing." Arthur whispered to the weightless orange creature draped across his shoulders. Chopper made a sound eerily similar to his uncle's longest-suffering sigh and shook her head in agreement.

It can't be that bad! Griflet made an encouraging sound like a windchime from across the coffee table. He did this all the time when he was alive! Chopper's yellow eyes flickered towards the kitchen door at the sound of a sudden clatter and a soft, proper 'ope-well. That belongs to the floor now.' and looked back at Griflet pointedly.

Yeah, sure. She repeated his windchime noise but distinctly off-key, and Arthur winced at the volume. British depression meals from the 70s are a great source of experience for modern Tex-mex.

"I wish I knew what y'all were saying." Arthur said out loud. "It must be comedy gold."

It's bronze at best. Branwen made a similar sound to Griflet's previous windchine but slightly off-key and eerie, despite knowing that Arthur wasn't likely to understand. We don't even medal most days.

"I can hear y'all, you know!" Gawain's voice shouted from the kitchen. All three Reptilitones went stiff for a second before collapsing in piles of muffled laughter. The knight leaned back past the edge of the kitchen threshold, floating to maintain the comedic image of cartoonish balance. "And just for that medal crack, maybe I won't put any turmeric in your scrambled eggs."

Oh nooo, Chopper waved her little paws in the air. The British guy won't use spices. What are we gonna do? Branwen suddenly launched herself across the table to grab her companion's muzzle in her own paws, ignorant of Arthur's startled cry ("Hey! Get off!") as she wrapped the rest of her body around him and all but tied him to his chair.

NEVER joke around when tasty things are on the line! She admonished with the angry revving of a distant motorcycle. Griflet wiggled excitedly from nose to tail.

Dogpile!! He laughed as he scrambled across the table and wormed his way in between Chopper and the chair. Arthur managed to free his prosthetic arm from beneath the gaggle of spirits and waved it towards the kitchen door.

"Hey bro, a little help here?" He pleaded. Gawain made a show of looking back into the kitchen.

"Oh, dear, is that the toast burning?" The knight made a tsking sound and shook his head. "Sorry bruv, got to get back to work!"

"No, no you don't!" Arthur shouted as Gawain ducked out of sight, laughing. "Get back here and help me!"

[wetladss]

Day 48 - Berlin

Woke up really early to catch a train to the airport for our morning flight. We arrived in Berlin and after catching the train to the city centre. Really nice weather in Berlin being in the low 20s and being comfortably humid compared to the dryness of Greece. We had a bit of a walk around to explore the surrounding area. Was expecting some cooler building initially but I supposed a lot was bomb back in the day and rebuilt more recently. We went back to the accommodation and rested to catch up on some sleep missed out in the morning and checked in. We went for a long walk to some markets and tried some Mata again which was delicious but not as tasty or cheap as the one in Toulouse. Then grabbed a burger and watch some of the soccer on the tv there as there where euro cup matches being played in Berlin and screen everywhere. We had walked a fair bit so went back to the hostel and crashed

Day 49 - Thalias Birthday

Woke up and it was Thalias birthday which also coincides with the summer solstice. There where heaps of bands scheduled to play throughout the city as a celebration so we planned to have a look around later when it all kicked off. Started the morning heading to north Berlin and gettin croissant and coffee and followed up with pancakes eggs and beacon for Breaky. We then headed to the Berlin Wall and found a cool old warehouse / pop up stalls on the river front which was really artisy with heaps of graffiti and character. It was pretty cool space and they where setting up for music but we thought we check it out later but didn’t get back around to it. We then arrived at the Berlin Wall which was fascinating to see and think about the history and learn about it. Have been using chatgpt to help me with information on areas and thing through the travel and learnt a bit more about the wall and what it symbolises. We then went to burgamister which had the best burgers on the trip. So delicious and juicy and really well priced. We then walk toward the park where there was meant to be some block party. Walking through the park there was a stage setup and some rapper singing. All in German but sounded good. It was raining so we continued on exploring and arrived at the block party which was a bit underwhelming as it was a few shop fronts in the rain putting something on but it had not a lot of action. We continued through the park and saw a bunch of mini races in the Forrest and just went exploring for music. Eventually found a cool one next to the river and checked that out before absolutely getting smashed with a storm. We headed back the way we came because there was a really highly rated gelato place and due to the rain there wasn’t many people. We had the typical pistachio and raspberry flavour which was really nice. We then head back towards home. Pasting a few cool street bands play psy rock and rnb. We then found a awesome industrial block that was now repurposed for art, clubs, skatepark, rock climbing, outdoor cinema (playing the euro World Cup), brewery, gallery, furniture shop from repurposed boats and I think there was a swimming pool looking at google maps at the back of a closed venue. and multiple artist performing from rock, indie and a few DJs. We stay around here for a while because it was the coolest area. We went into one of the clubs and watch this chick perform a awesome set of rapping then head across the street to get some food. While eating saw a drumming band on the corner of all this action and then we where a bit knackered so started to make our way back home. On they way I wanted to suss out Heimberg and we found a choir in a beautiful community garden setup as we headed towards it. We stay a while there and listen to the choir singing which was beautiful. We then walked over to Heimberg which was next to it and checked the building out as it was an old power station that had been converted into one of berlins top clubs. No action though as it all kicked off later. On Saturday it opens at 12pm and stops on Monday morning, also has half a million dollar sound system. We then maid our way back home. Passing some Cuban music and a bunch of oldies dancing. Eventually making it back home and crashing as we had walk about 37000 steps. Thalia was happy with the day so I could rest peacefully.

Day 50

We went exploring west grabbing my first crookie. Croissant crossed cookie. This was really fun and delicious. Thalia didn’t want me to get it but I persisted. We then headed west to check out museum island, along with Berlin gate, Jewish memorial and the old SS site which was now a museum after they blew it up and removed the building back in the day. This side of town was a lot more speccy and the building where more impressive. We didn’t go to any museums just had a look at the building before heading to the Berlin gate. This was kind la cool but the area had been transformed for the football and they had a viewing area and some infrastructure around it. We headed to see the Jewish memorial which was interesting as it made you feel a bit uncomfortable knowing what it was for and the design of the blocks which produced a feeling of discomfort. We then headed to the mall to find a toilet but after a massive search and being disappointed to find one of the toilets was closed and the other one had a massive line so we manage to walk another block and sneak into a restaurant for one. There was also a hot air balloon next to it that we had seen being lifted into the sky for advertising and then pulled back down to the ground. Nearby we saw the SS museum which follows the journey of the rise of hulter and the secret service he had along with the police force that was created pre war. It followed the timeline and the atrocities until post war and was very informative. Showing what could happen if you give one person total power with no checks and balances. Afterwards we head back home but not before I tried my favourite drink Huel. Basically a protein drink married a voost and had the same calories as a meal. All the while tasting really good. The first of many. We headed back home and crashed but not before grabbing some delicious Mexican. Two burritos, one with pork and one with chicken. We then went home and watch some stuff on the laptop and crashed.

Day 51

Originally we where only going to stay for three days but we extended it as it was pretty realaxing and a good climate too. We head out back east as Thalia had a pole class and I went to check out the artsy industrial area we enjoyed on her birthday. This time it was a huge reloved cloths market. Absolutely massive. Had a suss but knew we’d come back together to have a look. I then went to the heimberg to check it out as it had been going for about 12 hours. There was a huge line but even though I was outside the music sounded great. Got a bit of adrenaline hearing how good it was and imagining what it would be like. I then went to the park and read while I waited for Thalia to finish. Then we headed together to burgermiester to get more delicious burgers before heading to the reloved clothes markets and having a look around. Buying nothing but enjoying having an explore. We then headed back to the gelato shop we had been to previously but there was a 100m looking line so we nope the fuck out and headed to another one near by that was also rated pretty good. This one had more family vibes and had really delicious gelato. Pistachios and strawberry. There was also the best lemon slushie I had every had. Sour and a little sweet and tasted really fresh. We then headed further east to see a electronic gallery called dark matter. This had several rooms with different lighting designs which would play through different effects. This was really cool and inspirational. We spent over 2hrs here and had a great time seeing the different installations. We then headed back home. Had a funny experience as we hadn’t had water for ages and it was pretty hot this day. We tried going to Aldi but it was closed on Sundays. We google water fountains and found one in a park but it closed undergoing tests. Then we walked to another one and as we arrive. Two kids arrived just before us along with a mother and her kid. So we waited for them to drink but there was also a shit tonne of bees drinking from the water as well. The kids had different slow techniques to drink the water and then the baby would freak out and then be amazed at the bees but after a long time not having water it was out turn. We headed back to the accommodation and grabbed one burrito to share before crashing again.

Day 52

We weren’t to sure what to get up to this day. So we decided to escape the city and go visit one of the natural lakes that is used for swimming. We caught a train south and then went to the lake. It was a beautiful spot. You could walk around the whole lake in about 1.5hrs and it was really clean and clear. We went to the supermarket and grabbed some snacks and and then went for a swim before relaxing on some grass next to the river. After some reading and snacking and some more swimming we went into the town next to it and got a pizza which was alright and then what was best pistachio gelato we had had to much of Thalias surprise. We then walked around the lake and went for another swim before catching the train back to the city. This was really relaxing and enjoyable after a big weekend. We went to hungry so went to the supermarket to get some snacks for the night and tomorrow morning as we had another really early flight to catch. I brought two Heuls and I was set. We then went to bed early as we had to get up at 4.30am to catch a plain to Paris.

Day 53 - Paris

We arrived early and it was really hot. Back into 30 degree plus weather in a city. We drop our bags off and then went for a walk around the city but ended up chilling in the shade for a while reading. Then heading to oakberry to get a large açai to help cool down. We then checked into our room and hid from the midday heat. Later we headed out and had some Moroccan food which wa delicious. Tagine chicken potato lemon curry. Then headed to the Eiffel Tower after getting a bit stuck around the pre Paris olympics infrastructure that was being setup everywhere and prevent google maps from getting us some places without detours. Saw the building where Neapolitan was buried in which was pretty cool. Tower was neat as well but I was a bit underwhelmed. Still cool to see but had seen better building in the travels. We then headed back home and crashed for the night as it was a huge day.

Day 54

We woke up and grabbed some coffee and sandwiched before heading to the Louvre. We lined up for 1.5hrs and ate our food in the line. It was hot again so it did seem to take a a while but once we where in it was awesome. Such a cool entrance and the buildings it was within where amazing. This is definitely the best museum I have been too. The art works where incredible. Amazing painting on huge scales and heaps of Greek statues. We went exploring for about three hours and didn’t quite see it all. Really enjoyed seeing the art in here. From the Mona Lisa and naplolian crowning his wife in this massive painting. A lot of great history within it. Saw all the old Crown Jewels which where incredibly glamorous and then where tired again. We left and saw some kind of photoshoot happening. We learnt that fashion week had just been and now it was the local Paris stores fashion week. No one that we recognised but people seem to get around these potential models. We headed home and then Thalia headed to pole. I meet up with her after her class and we then went to find some dinner. We where going to some markets but most of it was closed and nothing popped out to much. So we grabbed some mojitos nearby and had a look on google maps for a restaurant. We decided to treat ourselves and went to a stake house. This had a really nice atmosphere. Relaxing and cool venue. We had eye fillet and a Argentina steak which escape my mind. It was like a scorch though. Really delicious meats paired with some wine. Had a lovely night there. We then headed back home for the night after that.

Day 55

We where a bit knackered this day after all the traveling about and big cities. We did some shopping. We went to another museum that was for youth art and it had a nice sound room and a really captivating short film. Then we knocked of early as we had another morning flight. This time off to Norways Bodø

Day 56 / 57 / 58 / 59 / 60 - Norway

This was a really nice wind down from all the traveling. We were lucky enough to stay with Hamish and his partner Elisa and there baby Hazel. It was during 24hrs of sunlight as the lived in the arctic circle. We went for walks around the area and spent time catching up and watching Hazel as she was very amusing. We went to a lovely beach out of town a bit for a day trip which was lovely and went for some very cold swims in the oceans and lakes. Cooked some meals for each other. Ate some reindeer. Had a really relaxing and restorative time. Finishing up with the floating sauna on the water front which allowed you to cold plunge and then jump back into the heat. A really nice ending to the main adventure.

[hollow-prey]

some musings on some feelings that I've had for a while but am finally trying to put into words (or, Ellie slowly realizing she might be fictoromantic/fictosexual after all):

I love my f/os. I love their personalities, I love their source material, I love the way they look, I love the way they're designed and/or drawn or rendered and animated. I love them! Just like that! And yeah, there have been plenty of times where I've wished they were here with me and "real", but also...I don't like trying to picture them as real people (with the exception of A.nti, who is already a live-action character played by a real person).

It's hard to explain in a way that doesn't sound crazy. When I picture my f/os in fics that I'm working on or cute imagines and scenarios, I picture them as they are in their source material: illustrated and/or animated 2D characters or stylized 3D video game renders. I'm attracted to that. I'm attracted to my f/os when they look like their usual fictional selves. Trying to visualize them as real people just doesn't do it for me. You could show me the best real-life lookalikes, or the most incredible, accurate cosplays for my f/os, and my brain will admire the accuracy and details and the talent, while also thinking "it's not the same. This isn't them. This isn't how I want them to look"

The closest thing I can think to compare it to is how people feel about fictional food sometimes. I remember seeing a post ages ago with OP listing all the different fictional foods (or forbidden snacks) in cartoons and animated movies that they wanted to eat growing up (and still do). Stuff like literally any dish in a Studio Ghibli movie, Krabby Patties/Pretty Patties, the cat food concoction that looks like an ice cream sundae in Oliver and Company, and those tempting morsels that are the gems and jewels in various Disney movies. OP noted that sure, while you could definitely make plenty of these snacks and dishes in real life, something in their brain couldn't shake the idea that if they could just taste the true, 2D version of a Krabby Patty, or the Oliver and Co. cat food, it would be way different and taste way better than anything they could make themselves in the real world. And the gems? Not edible in the slightest, animated or not, but something about them looks so strangely tasty. Yeah, rock candy exists if you feel like crunching on some edible colorful crystals, but OP insisted no, their lizard brain wanted to pluck the gems from the mines in Snow White and eat them just like that.

So, all that to say, I feel like f/os work the same way for me, especially for those that are animated. It's not uncommon that our brains can like the way something looks and is presented in fiction, but then feel a little disappointed when someone makes a version of it in real life and it doesn't hit the same (I mean, those real-life Krabby Patties somehow never look as good and as appealing as they do in the show, right?). It's so weird to explain and I hope any part of this made sense. And the more I think about it the more I have to wonder, did I basically just describe what being ficto is? Because I'm starting to think that I may in fact be ficto. Which I'm sure surprises Absolutely Nobody.

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Of these only the Watergate salad sounds truly unpleasant? I certainly wouldn't be pleased about unseasoned meatloaf but at that point it's just a very disappointing giant hamburger patty, hardly anything remarkably terrible. Twinkies and bologna are tasty and not even that weird, people just like to play up how disgusting they are for having lots of preservatives. Grits are delicious if done properly (which, in keeping with Southern comfort food, means loaded with butter and cream) and super disappointing and slightly unpleasant if not. Boiled peanuts taste like peanuts, what a surprise. (I guess the texture might be a little weird at first if you're used to only eating roasted peanuts.) (Also I don't think they're exclusively American, my mom buys sacks of unshelled peanuts from the Asian store to boil them all the time.) American chocolate is worse than European chocolate (thanks, Hershey, for saddling us with butyric acid in our chocolate forever), but it's still chocolate. I don't understand why biscuits and gravy is on the poll at all unless the OP (who is British) thinks we mean their word for cookies, in which case that's on them for failing to do their research before trying to diss our food.

Also it's weirdly defensive of OP to talk about how she's punching down and this is about Americans having cultural dominance, when the British colonized most of the world and are still seen as the standard for high-brow culture compared to common, low-brow Americans. Also for snidely commenting that apple pie is not actually American and burgers are not actually American. Do you want to discuss curries and tea??? Call it by what it is, hot white on white* violence over funny ribbing of your food.

*I do need to add an asterisk because my understanding is that a lot of southern foods were innovated on/invented by black people before being claimed by white people into the broader culture because they're tasty or because black slaves were making this food for rich white people.

Inspired by that poll coming for British food, have an alternative.

Shout-out to @sigh-the-kraken for suggesting American delicacies I wouldn't want to touch 👍