#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

[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. 

[kikyoupdates]

Made to Destroy ⭑˚💎⭑ 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠

bnha x op!reader

op!reader, my hero academia x fem!reader, reverse harem, over powered reader, f!reader

You are the product of a series of twisted experiments, an anomaly that shouldn’t have ever existed in the first place. Thankfully, you are taken into the arms of a hero and given a new purpose in life. But as you soon discover, it isn’t easy to deny your true nature, especially when you were made to destroy.

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When you awaken, Aizawa and Present Mic are still there, just like they promised.  

They must have stayed by your side all night, even though the bed is rather cramped for the three of you. Still, it brings you a great deal of relief to know that they aren’t going to abandon you. They’re here to watch over you, so surely, Dr. Garaki won’t be able to take you prisoner again.  

You really, really hope that’s the case.  

“Good morning,” Aizawa smiles. He gently pats your head. “How are you feeling? A bit better?”  

He’s clearly referring to the nightmare that you had, and you a feel guilty for worrying him. Hopefully he didn’t lose too much sleep because of you.  

“I’m okay,” you affirm. “It was just a bad dream, and I’m awake now, so everything’s going to be fine.”  

“That’s right. Nightmares are scary, but they aren’t real, so they can’t hurt you.” He pats your head one last time, then rolls over and jabs Present Mic in the ribs. “Mic. Wake up. Hurry up and get your lazy butt out of bed.” 

“Wha—huh?!”  

Present Mic comes to with a gasp. His hair is all over the place, and there’s a gritty patch on his chin from where he drooled in his sleep. 

The expression he’s making right now is also rather funny, so you can’t help but laugh.  

“Oh,” Present Mic sighs. He reaches out to you and pats your head, just like Aizawa did a few moments ago. “She’s laughing. That’s good. Sleep well, kiddo? I hope your day’s off to a great start so far.” 

“Your hair looks silly,” you muse.  

“Well, hair like mine requires constant maintenance, you know? I don’t just wake up with it perfectly styled. It’d be nice if that was how it worked, though.”  

“Whether you style it or not, it always looks dumb to me,” Aizawa shrugs.  

“Hey! What the hell, man? Don’t undermine me in front of [Name]! That’s so uncool!”  

Present Mic swats his friend on the arm, and while Aizawa rolls his eyes and recoils, you’re perfectly content to watch the scene unfold with a smile on your lips.  

Yep. You’ve made up your mind. You want to be with these two forever.  

“I’ll go get breakfast started,” Present Mic declares. He steps out of bed, then hoists you up into his arms, much to your bewilderment—and glee. “Do you like pancakes?” he grins. “I make some mean pancakes.”  

You shake your head. “I’ve never had pancakes before. And why would they be mean?”  

“Haha! It’s just an expression, kiddo. Come on, I’ll show you. They’ll turn out super tasty, don’t worry.”  

Present Mic carries you to the kitchen, and meanwhile, Aizawa reaches for his phone. As expected, he’s got several missed calls, all from the police officer he exchanged contact information with the other day. 

He dials the number back, then waits for the line to click. 

“Ah, Aizawa,” the policeman picks up. “Good morning. How did everything go with [Name] last night?”  

“It was good, for the most part. She had a bad dream,” Aizawa says, frowning a bit. “It seems like she must still be pretty shaken up, not that I can blame her. But more importantly, I saw that you called, so did you find any leads?”  

“About that...” He hesitates for a few moments, then lets out a sigh. “Unfortunately, no. It doesn’t sound like anyone’s reported her missing thus far, and we contacted some of the other stations too. There haven’t been any reports of a missing girl with her appearance, and without a family name, we can’t track down any relatives either. We’ve tried asking around, but it doesn’t sound like anyone recognizes who she is.”  

Aizawa chews on his lip. He was afraid something like this might happen. It sounds like there’s one hell of a mystery in play. Perhaps the bad man who hurt you really is your father? But you might simply be too traumatized to make the connection. In that case, it would certainly make sense why no one reported you missing.  

Even so, there are still a lot of things that don’t add up, and Aizawa can only hope that eventually, he’ll get to the bottom of this.  

“Okay,” Aizawa says. “Thanks for filling me in. I don’t mind looking after her for a while longer, if you feel comfortable listing me as her temporary legal guardian.”  

“That should be fine. If [Name] feels safe with you, that’s what’s most important. In the meantime, we’ll do our best to gather as much information as possible. Surely someone will be able to identify her eventually.”  

Aizawa hangs up the call. He can feel a headache coming on. This is a heavy situation, and even though he’s a hero, he has to admit that he wasn’t prepared to take a child in all of a sudden.  

Still. This too, is part of the job. Protecting your adorable little smile is easily one of his most heroic pursuits.  

He steps out of the bedroom and finds you and Present Mic in the kitchen, whipping up fresh pancake batter. Needless to say, you’re making a mess, but there it is again—that precious, impossibly pure smile of yours. It seems like you’re smiling more and more lately, and that alone makes Aizawa feel incredibly fulfilled.  

He walks into the kitchen, only to be immediately splattered with wet pancake mix.  

“Oopsie,” you say. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”  

Present Mic is already roaring with laughter, the bastard. Aizawa makes a mental note to get him back later, but as he looks down at his dirty shirt, then glances towards the thin sheet you’re unfortunately still clothed in, suddenly, he has a thought. 

“[Name],” he says. 

You lift a brow. “Yes?”  

“I think it’s time we go shopping.” 

Aizawa brought you to what is apparently called a ‘shopping mall’, and if you thought the city was packed before, it’s clear that you hadn’t seen anything yet.  

The mall is bustling with people, most of whom are carrying bags, talking to their friends, and the occasional few who push through the crowds with a determined look in their eyes, as if they’re on some kind of mission.  

Long story short, it’s an impressive place, and you can hardly stop yourself from oohing and awing.  

Present Mic frowns. “Didn’t you have anything better to dress her in? I know we’re here to buy her new clothes, but that outfit is hideously tacky.”  

“What’s wrong with it? I just picked a few things out from the children’s clothing donation box.”  

“But why that of all things? It doesn’t do her cuteness justice! It’s like you’ve made a total mockery of her sweet little face!”  

Present Mic seems to take issue with the hand-me-down clothes Aizawa swung by to grab. It goes without saying that you have no sense of style, but you suppose the clothes he picked out are rather bright. Most people don’t seem to be dressed in clothes as bright as yours.  

Still. You trust Aizawa’s judgment, and that isn’t going to change anytime soon.  

“I like these clothes,” you say. “Aizawa picked them out for me.”  

Aizawa’s expression remains stoic, but on the inside, he’s so happy it feels like his heart might burst. Seriously, you’re such a sweet kid. And you’ve clearly got great taste too, if you can appreciate all the graphic cat designs plastered across every article of clothing you’re wearing. They truly are works of art, if Aizawa says so himself.  

“Hopeless,” Present Mic sighs. “You two are both hopeless. Come along. I’ll show you what real fashion looks like.”  

Even though you don’t realize it, it’s a good thing Present Mic came along. Aizawa has a lot of great qualities, but unfortunately, fashion sense isn’t one of them.  

There are so many new things to see here, and you end up slowing your two chaperones down quite a bit, on account of all the times you just abruptly stop and stare. They don’t seem to mind, though. Or rather, they’re remarkably patient with you. But they probably don’t realize that this is more than the simple fascination of a little kid.  

This is the fascination of someone who’s barely been alive for two days.  

“I want that,” you point around happily. “And I want that, too.”  

“[Name], that’s a dog,” Present Mic chuckles.  

“Yes, and I want it!”  

“We’re here to buy clothes, not pets.” Aizawa gently ushers you towards one of the stores. “Here. This looks like a good place to get children’s clothing. I’m sure they’ll have something you like. Maybe you’ll even find something similar to what you’re already wearing.”  

“Over my dead body will I let her get anything else that looks like that,” Present Mic shudders.  

“Seriously, what’s wrong with it?”  

“Man. You need to get your eyes checked.”  

While the two of them bicker, you look around, as incredulous as always. There are so many different clothes here, in all colors, shapes, and sizes. With so many amazing options, how can you possibly be expected to choose? Unless you buy everything, but you get the feeling that Aizawa and Present Mic probably won’t let you do that.  

So, you browse through the items on display, hoping to find something that strikes your fancy. You’re not sure what exactly is considered good, but as long as you like it, that’s all that matters, right?  

You walk around for a while longer, taking the time to properly assess each item. But just as you’re about to reach out and grab something off one of the clothing racks, a voice cuts in. 

“I like your shirt.”  

“Huh?”  

A boy is speaking to you. He has indigo-colored hair that flares up away from his forehead, in wild, unkempt tufts. His eyes are a deep shade of purple, and there’s a laziness to them that kind of reminds of you of Aizawa.  

You glance down at the shirt in question. “This?”  

“Mhm,” he nods. “I like the cats. They look nice.”  

Wow. Someone is complimenting you! Not only that, but it’s a kid who looks to be around your age. You actually don’t know what your age is even supposed to be, but based on his height and build, it seems to be a pretty reasonable assumption.  

“Aizawa picked this shirt out for me,” you proudly declare. Silly Present Mic. Just a few moments ago, he was insulting these clothes, but here you are now, being praised for wearing them.  

“I don’t know who Aizawa is, but if he likes cats, he must be cool.”  

“He’s super cool,” you insist. “Him and Mic are the coolest!”  

Wait. What's the right etiquette for something like this? You should probably tell him your name, shouldn’t you? That’s how people introduce each other.  

“I’m [Name],” you say. You pause to furrow your brows. He complimented you, so it’d probably be nice to compliment him back. “And, um... I like your hair! It looks fun. Kind of like Mic’s. Do you have to style yours too, or are you lucky enough to wake up with it all perfect?”  

The boy pats his head in disbelief. “Uh... I think I just wake up with it like this.”  

“Wow, awesome! I’m sure Mic would be super jealous.”  

“If you say so. And I’m Shinsou,” he adds. “Shinsou Hitoshi.”  

What a nice name. He has a first and last name, just like Aizawa and Present Mic do. All people have multiple names, it seems. You wonder when you’ll be able to get a second name too. Maybe Aizawa will find you one eventually.  

Just as you’re about to ask Shinsou more questions, someone approaches you from behind.  

“There you are!” Present Mic grins, tickling your sides. You giggle at the sudden assault, and Present Mic tilts his head when he notices the little boy in front of you. “What’s this? We left you alone for hardly two minutes, and you’ve already made a friend, huh? Impressive!”  

Everyone keeps showering you with compliments today, and you’re starting to realize that you really like it.  

“This is Shinsou,” you introduce. “Shinsou, this is Mic. See? He has cool hair, just like you. Mic, Shinsou said he really likes the shirt Aizawa picked out for me.”  

“Did he now...?”  

Present Mic offers the boy a pitying look, although you’re not sure why.  

“I found some clothes for [Name] to try on—ah.” 

Aizawa joins the group as well, carrying a big pile of clothes that he can barely wrap his arms around. You don’t have the chance to get a very good look at them, but you spot some very vibrant colors in the mix.  

“She made a friend,” Present Mic beams. “Look at her being a little social butterfly. Gosh, she makes me so proud.”  

Before Aizawa can reply, he feels you tugging on his sleeve.  

“Aizawa,” you say. “I think Shinsou kind of looks like you.”  

Shinsou must be the boy with the messy indigo hair. Aizawa decides to humor you and take a good look at him, but honestly, he fails to spot any resemblance.  

“I don’t really see it,” he shrugs.  

“No, she’s right,” Present Mic blinks. “The two of you are practically father and son! Honestly, it’s kind of uncanny. Kind of like I’m seeing double.”  

Aizawa and Shinsou exchange dubious looks, and it’s clear that neither of them believes they look like the other.  

“You’re imagining it,” they both utter in unison. 

Present Mic squeals. "Ah, so creepy! It’s Aizawa and Aizawa Jr.!”  

You start giggling, very much amused. Ever since you met these two, you just can’t seem to stop having fun. If this is what life is like, then truly, you can’t wait to experience more of it.  

“Hitoshi,” someone suddenly calls out, and you watch as a woman walks up to the boy. “I’ve already paid, so it’s time to go.” She stops when she realizes her son has a little group gathered around him. “Oh. What’s happening here?”  

“[Name] was introducing me to her weird dads,” he explains.  

“Ah. I see.”  

“We aren’t her dads,” Aizawa hurriedly cuts in. “Him and I are most definitely not romantically involved.” 

“And would that be so bad?” Present Mic pretends to sob. 

“Yes. Unbelievably so.” 

Shinsou’s mom chuckles. "Alright, well, thank you for keeping him company. Say goodbye to the nice girl and her dads.”  

“Like I said, we aren’t like that!”  

Unfortunately, Shinsou waves goodbye, grabs his mother by the hand, and walks off before Aizawa has the chance to defend himself any further.  

“My friend left,” you say, head drooping. “I didn’t even get to ask him if he liked burgers or not.”  

“The two of you might meet again some other time,” Present Mic suggests. “You never know what life has in store.”  

What he’s saying will inevitably come true, but of course, you don’t know it yet.  

Now that Shinsou is gone, Present Mic finally redirects his attention to the big pile of clothes Aizawa is holding onto, and immediately, he grimaces.  

“Aizawa,” he warns, “you’d better get your hands off those ugly-ass clothes.”  

“What’s wrong with them?” Aizawa asks for the millionth time, but instead of responding, Present Mic merely shakes his head and turns away in disgust.  

Aizawa sighs.  

Nobody appreciates his sense of style.

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[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).

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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

[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!

[kestrad]

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 👍

[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.

[consistantly-changing]

[Image descriptions in order: a tweet by @/neon_heartbeat "neon 🌊🐚🪸" which says "quote "if they died instantly what were those banging sounds" unquote, stop asking questions about the ocean. dont fuck with the sea. don't go there. i'll tell you what that noise was, none of our damn business that's what that noise was".

@/ROTPLUSH "Rotten Giggles" replies "We already know everything we need to know about it. It has shrimps. That's all we need."

neon, the OP, responds "Shrimps and tasty crabs. 12 billion undiscovered jellyfish can suck my ass".]

[A reply to the OP, from "Trix, #1 Casey Dubose Fangirl" which says "Daddy Poseidon getting clapped from the back, next question".

The OP responds "why would you say something so brave and true".]

[squeemcsquee]

PeoriaCon 2024

This year, PeoriaCon had a venue change. They took over one of the expo halls at the Peoria Civic Center. And I think that was probably the right idea. It wasn't quite the wall of sound of prior years and it gives a lot more space for walking around and shopping. You're still somewhat limited on food if you want to stay at the Civic Center all day, however.

We went on Sunday - this was Baby's First Convention for our newborn, and Sunday meant (theoretically) fewer people, less time away from home, etc. @lechevaliermalfet and I are first-time parents, so we're still adapting to taking the baby out in public for things that aren't doctor appointments.

I thought I'd gotten a photo of the schedule of events for the day, but it seems I was mistaken. So I downloaded it from Facebook - but we didn't actually attend any panels.

We spent a lot of PeoriaCon wandering around, talking to friends. @someoldmemory was on hand with her wife, our friend Josh and his wife were there, Cody was there, and others. There were also vendors that we were familiar with and stopped to chat with.

We did enter a giveaway for an incredible amount of stuff, but sadly, none of us won.

Entry was free, so even though most of the prizes in the hoard weren't of interest to me specifically, can you blame me for trying for it? Look at all of that loot! I could have gifted so much to friends or traded in for store credit or sold...

Anyway, moving on...

The Ghostbusters were on hand, as was a Batmobile that had been lovingly created by a dedicated fan. Spook Hollow were on hand with their booth and photo op setup, so @someoldmemory took a photo with her wife.

There was tabletop gaming and video gaming. We paid to enter a different drawing for some kickass dice towers, but again, failed to win. But the proceeds from the sweepstakes went to charity, so that's ok. There was also a lot of nice fanmade merchandise for sale.

You gotta have at least one sword vendor at a con - I really feel like that's an unwritten rule at events now.

The Civic Center has always had overpriced snack bars, but now one of them is run by Avanti's, which is a local fast casual Italian restaurant chain. So we were able to grab a tasty lunch from them as the day was starting to draw to a close. It's a good thing we grabbed it when we did, because they closed the booth shortly after we got our food. We saw the crowd around the youth cosplay contest, but not the contest itself.

Overall, it was a good day - an inexpensive outing where we got to have adult interactions and conversation that revolved around more than just dirty diapers and bottles. Oh, and our daughter slept through all of it until lunchtime, at which point, she had a bottle and grumped for a few minutes.

After lunch, the con was starting to shut down. We ate about 1 and went back in about 2 and the con was due to close at 3, so that made sense.

So our final hour was largely spent doing what we'd done already. And playing a little bit of Pokemon Go.

I look forward to next year.

[thedaveandkimmershow]

In the winter, sleeping in on our birthdays makes our birthdays seem objectively shorter. You leave the house around noon or after, you've got about four hours of birthday in there.

Not really, of course. It just feels like that since we lose the daylight a little after four in the afternoon.

A seriously short day.

Two days after the shortest day of the year, the winter solstice. 

So this year we get up when we normally get up for work, somewhere between 7 and 8 with teas, coffee, and a latte. Nine-ten we're out the door and into the theater with a tub 'o buttered popcorn by 930 for a bunch of trailers and, finally, "The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes".

We were the only ones there.

We are definitely watching that again.

Friend of ours isn't a fan. A bunch of people aren't fans of the movie. But we were hooked, engaged by the head-game vibe of the story. There are definitely questions littered about like landmines and we want at least another go at watching the movie for understanding.

It feels like there's more there there.

Twelve-thirty we're out of the theater and back to the house to pick up birthday brownies that'll come into play when we're down at Linzy's place. Linzy, by the way, is working her music teacher gig that'll end at two.

Two-twenty we drive up to her place, she arrives a coupla minutes after, grabs the birthday brownies from Kimmer, sets them in her apartment, jumps into the car, and we head off to Tapster for drinks.

It's never just drinks at Tapster, of course. It's an experience.

They've got swings for crying out loud. Which are the "seats" Kimmer 'n Linzy chose once they had their first round of drinks in hand.

By the way, I didn't want to drive into town. Didn't want to deal with parking that I presumed would be impossible. My idea, which remained just an idea, was to park at Northgate and light rail into town. Instead, we picked Linzy up at her place, drove down to that parking lot in front of the Wooden Boats place and BAM.

Found our parking spot first thing.

Three-thirty we hail a Lyft that drops us on the corner of 1st & Pine fifteen minutes later. We start walking down Pine and immediately start thinking this is the exact stretch of sidewalk Tom Hanks and Rob Reiner walked up (or down) in the movie, "Sleepless In Seattle".

Halfway down the block, we're sucked into Sur La Table, the kitchen store. Not sure how long we're in there but we look at a lot of kitchen accessories.

Then we're out the door, down to the corner, across the street passed the guy playing his mini piano on wheels on the opposite corner. Up the block some more and we catch the trail to Pike Place Market Creamery, our first intended stop at the Market.

Why?

'Cause none of us has been able to score eggnog at any of our usual grocery stores. And sure enough, the Creamery has some. In glass bottles, no less.

And definitely tasty.

Next stop's across the street, over by where they throw fish, down the stairs just to the right, down a flight, down a hall, down some stairs, backtrack a little on the next floor down to Golden Age Collectibles, the Sci-Fi store of my youth... the comic book store of our friend Susan's time working at the main branch of the Seattle Public Library.

Magnets, by the way. In a store packed with people browsing a multitude of collectibles, magnets are what caught our eyes and kept catching our eyes.

We couldn't get enough. They were hysterical.

We were there a bit, then after started thinking about dinner so we headed back to the stairs with the intention of walking down to the waterfront. As we're almost to the stairs, though, Kimmer spots a restaurant down an adjacent hall. Sound View Cafe. With, yes. A wonderful view of Eliott Bay, the Sound, and the sunset behind it.

And, of course, the tasty A1 burgers set before us on the table.

Quarter to Six we walk out of the Market, across the street, making our way to Westlake Mall for a more intense Christmastime vibe slash photo op.

Eventually, we make it to Nordstrom and their Ebar Artisan Coffee shop for our evening's hot beverages. Then we're up up up to and across the sky bridge to Pacific Place where we completely disapprove of the remodel. Linzy objects on the basis of the shops are waaaaaaay out of her price range. We object on the basis of it's not as charming as it used to be.

By 'n by, we make our way to the ground floor and pop back out onto Pine, walking toward the Macy's Star. Crossing 6th toward Nordstrom, we join a group of parents and kids watching the going's on inside Nordstrom's Santa Lane.

It really is worth a moment of your time watching Santa and his visitors through the glass. It's also worth a moment of your time watching people watch Santa and his visitors. Including some little people with their noses pressed right up to the glass.

It's addicting to watch the activity both inside and outside the Lane.

Six-thirty we catch a Lyft down the block and to the left. Drops us at our car at South Lake Union. Then we drive up the hill to Linzy's place where, once again, we get excessively lucky with parking. ☺️

Inside Linzy's place, birthday brownies are immediately put to good use, preceded by a touch of candle lighting and a round of "Happy Birthday".

Linzy was pretty full from dinner by that point so it was Kimmer 'n me partaking of the chocolate-y chewy goodness.

Linzy has a friend whose birthday's the same day as mine so she has another party to attend. With that in mind, we hit the road at 730 (hugs and good wishes all around) while she gets ready.

Now, my birthday's not yet over but we are transitioning to our Christmas plans. Therefore, our next stop's at Total Wine & More in Alderwood to build up our holiday stock. Interestingly, we don't seem to be much in need... and wind up walking away with just the one six-pack of Clausthaler Grapefruit Non-alcoholic Beer.

That's okay, though. It's festive!

Eight-thirty we're home packing and wrapping presents.

That's me, by the way. Kimmer, on the other hand, is writing inside the birthday card she crafted for me and also wrapping my birthday presents.

The presents, by the way, include a glass ornament in the shape of an old television set with color bars in the screen, a black t-shirt that reads "It's Not A Dad Bod... It's A Father Figure", and a much better thermos to replace my old one.

So.

My birthday came to a close around 930 that night with the opening of my birthday card and gifts.

Beyond that?

Getting ready for the impending Christmas.

🤩🤩🤩