#superwave

[tigertigertour]

Recipe for Air-Fried Buffalo Chicken This recipe for spicy breaded Buffalo chicken cooked in an air fryer uses no butter or vegetable oil to reduce fat.

[marymargaretholland]

Air-Fried Buffalo Chicken There's no vegetable oil or butter involved in this spicy breaded Buffalo chicken recipe that's cooked in an air fryer to cut down on fat. 1 tablespoon sweet paprika, 1/4 cup egg substitute, 1 tablespoon garlic pepper seasoning, 1 tablespoon cayenne pepper, 1 cup panko bread crumbs, 1/2 cup plain fat-free Greek yogurt, 1 pound skinless boneless chicken breasts cut into 1-inch strips, 1 tablespoon hot sauce, 1 teaspoon hot sauce

[neevok]

Air-Fried Buffalo Chicken There's no vegetable oil or butter involved in this spicy breaded Buffalo chicken recipe that's cooked in an air fryer to cut down on fat.

[iniziare]

he finds her by a secluded pavilion overlooking the city; the skies dotted by golden lanterns floating up towards the moon, jinzhou adorned in colourful garlands and garments. "you could be enjoying the festival, too." he greets her, quietly, almost a murmur, a relaxed smile at the corner of his lips that contradicts the martial air of his posture (if it is true that the war has not been able to take the medic out of him, it is also true that the return of relative peace has not been able to de-couple him from the soldier he had forged himself into). his steps lead him to her side, a gentle breeze smelling of pine and earth accompanying him. "what is it you seek, i wonder? quiet, or solitude? the former i understand, the latter... i also understand, but have been told that perhaps, should not become too much of a habit." he turns his gaze to her - she is like a flame flickering in the soothing silver glow of the night, warms it up and complements it even where some would have seen contradictions. does she truly mean to stay up there, on her own, away from prying eyes? is he intruding, he wonders? but to leave her alone would feel so terribly wrong too - or, perhaps, it is only wishful thinking on his part. "i will respect your wishes, but... would you at least consider walking by the riverbank with me? the dragonboats are still afloat - and the crowds have deserted them. it would be a shame to miss them."

at last, he extends a hand - palm upwards, inviting her to place her own in it. "what do you think, changli?"

The wind stirs softly through the pavilion, coaxing a ripple through the silk that drapes over her shoulders, but she does not stir with it. Her gaze lingers on the lantern-lit horizon, where Jinzhou is cast in hues of amber and deep indigo, the revelry below no more than a gentle murmur against the quiet that settles up here. But they are lovely from here, the lanterns— they are pale things kept afloat by hope or memory, drifting in the air like the slow exhales of prayers: the wishes of the people made manifest, ever so weightlessly so. Eyes of burnished gold settle on a stray lantern as it rises and breaks from the rest, tickling the corners of her lips as a hand rests to the wooden balustrade, the other curling loosely around a half-finished cup of tea almost gone cold. Ah, the consequences of those caught in and enraptured by their own thoughts.

She senses him before he speaks— she always did, it was something that had become somewhat of a custom, a habit finally developed simply through the time that they were able to now share between them. He was a shift in the air, and a presence that never imposes, yet fills the space all the same. “You could be enjoying the festival, too.” She hadn't turned at the sound of his voice, and still doesn't, and instead allows the way in which he speaks to curl within her ears— low, and in soft murmur, equally warmed by a smile that she can hear touch his words. Hers, her smile, meets it. Would he hear it as she heard it on him, she wondered. “And yet here you are, seeking out the one who has chosen to forgo it.” The remark doesn't chide, nor does it carry the weight of genuine inquiry, no, instead, it is light, and dipped in usual, and certain gaiety; yet another flicker of the warmth that lives between the syllables. She has long since abandoned the notion that solitude and company must always be at odds, for some absences are meant to be filled.

"Quiet," comes as an answer at last, soft enough that the wind could steal it from her. "Though I suppose solitude follows me whether I ask it to, or not." It is only then, that a gaze of something akin to molten gold reaches him. He is bathed in silver, the light caressing the strands of teal that frame him even more beautifully now than usual, and the wind carrying the scent of pine as if the mountains themselves sigh through his presence. There is something warlike still in the line of his spine, but she sees a gentler tether of him tonight— as if he carries peace like a memory that he is almost afraid to touch, yet reaches for still. Her fingers slip from porcelain with a faint clink, and she turns to him at least. Her own silhouette catches the lanternlight, silk brushing the grain of the wood as she moves. The faint scent of her rises with the motion, an elusive blend of sandalwood, and the smallest touch of osmanthus, and some rarer thing that might once have been incense that has now faded to memory. But perhaps it is not as much perfume as it is reminiscent of the room that once held her or, perhaps, it is simply her.

One step brings her close enough that her sleeve ghosts the edge of his fingers where his hand hovers, and there is a brief, but suspended sort of moment, where her gaze drops to that offered palm— it is curious, yet unreadable. And so when she finally does move her own hand, it is not for it to immediately reach for, and rest into his own. No, it is only enough of a shift for the pad of a finger to trace the edge of his palm, ever feather-light, as if almost thoughtful in its study, as though she means to read something in the temperature of his skin, or in the way in which he waits for her. Only after a moment of such a linger, do her fingers tilt and fall to his own. The touch is one that is quiet, but not rooted in any uncertainty.

"Mm." Her voice lowers just a touch then, as if drawn a little closer by this shared contact, or perhaps, it is merely an interlude for what he surely knows is to come: "You make it rather difficult to refuse, General." But the title is breathed, more than it is spoken, gilded with amusement and a softness that is nothing else than utterly deliberate. Her smile, when it surfaces more brightly, is not quite demure— certainly not, for there is something else behind it: something that watches him, watching her. “Shall we see what remains of the dragonboats, then?” Though, just before she would follow in his steps that were sure to come, there is the barest brush of a thumb along the inner side of his hand, a touch as light as the breath that escapes her. It is like a thought never voiced, and before long, it is gone entirely, concealed within the warmth of the smile that persisted still.

Prompt: Entirely unprompted, and thank the gods of RP (and you) for it. // @apocryphis

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

Possible names for a WaveWave fan child

multiwavelength microwaveable unwaveringly wavelength unwavering shortwaved superwave waveguide microwaved waveringly microwave waveguide shortwave wavellite waveshape superwave picowaved lightwave waveform waveband picowave newwaver wavelike wavering wavelet airwave wavered waverer waveoff wavery waver wavey waved

soundproofing resoundingly soundproofed ultrasound soundproof soundboard soundalike missounded resounding soundingly soundstage unsoundest unsounded soundable resounded unsounder unsoundly sounding soundman soundbox sounders soundest missound soundmen sounds unsound sounder resound sounded soundly

electroshock unshockable aftershock shockproof shockingly foreshock antishock shockable shocking shocker shocked shocks

What do you guys think 😀?

[gemstarb]

Watch "Back To The 80's 🌌 Synthwave | Retrowave | Chillwave [SUPERWAVE] 🎲 Space electronic music" on YouTube

[takecalmtunes]

80s Retro Revival - Synthwave, Synthesizer - SUPERWAVE

[1234567ttttttttttt]

Synthpop Type Beat 2024 🍑 Synthwave | Retrowave | Chillwave [SUPERWAVE] ...

[tokinanpa]

(map is Vivid Abyss)

fun fact incoming! that tech at the beginning is called a superwave (because it's a superdash followed by a reverse wavedash)! it's very useful with cloud platforms especially, because you can catch the vertical boost with the wavedash.

also that last part of the room is easily the hardest part of it I died there like 50 times why must you do this to me

[seattlereddit]

Superstorm and Superwaves Offshore

https://www.reddit.com/r/SeattleWA/comments/16rooik/superstorm_and_superwaves_offshore/?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[coldflashwave-baby]

We’re Rebels: We REBEL - A Star Wars AU 

Eighteen years ago, the republic fell. The Empire rose from its ashes, a twisted mockery of a phoenix. Leonard Snart was forced into service by his Imperial officer father, but he was too stubborn to buy into their indoctrination, and too smart to let anyone else know otherwise--that is, until he smuggled out sensitive information on an astromech nicknamed Hart, stole a ship, and escaped with his younger sister to the stars. 

With Leonard’s expertise with weapons and Lisa’s piloting skills, they became rebels with a cause--make things as difficult for the empire as they could. 

Now, they didn’t join the alliance or nothin’ (why give up an oppressive regime for an ineffective one that was overthrown in the first place, after all) but that didn’t stop them from picking up a couple of strays for their own venture. 

First, there was the Mandolorian bounty hunter Mick Rory, last of his clan and an exile from his own people. 

Next, Cisco Ramon, a genius ship mechanic and inventor from the Outer Rim searching for his place in the galaxy. 

Then, there was Kara Zor-El, the crown princess of the planet Krypton who was forced to flee her home after the execution of her family and planetary conquest by the Empire. 

Finally, there was their newest member. Following clues from a strange vision, Kara led them to a strange prison on an uncharted world. There, out of his mind and chained, they discovered Barry Allen, a former Jedi padawan who had been captured at the end of the Clone Wars and locked away ever since. 

Leonard suspected Barry was part of the Empire’s experiments on Force Sensitives. Mostly because, well, Barry wasn’t always....there. Sometimes, it was like he was a million miles away, detecting some poor soul in need of help or conveniently finding where they needed to go for the exact thing they needed. Then, there were times when he was downright terrifying, causing planet surfaces to quake when he grew too emotional. He was one of them, tho, and he was damned if the empire would take him back. 

[biggathreat]

I unlocked a new character 😭😭😂😂😂 #TAXFREEZE 👽🌊✈💀😈 I met him on Broadway 😂😂😂 #supreme #NFT #2022 #SuperWave #FutureWave 😭😭😭 #ChinxDrugzForever #FreeMaxB @teambiggathreat_ #WaveGod #BiggaThreat #WaveAlbert #WveGng #WavyGang #FreeTheWave #Harlem https://www.instagram.com/p/CO2_0GulUaR/?igshid=14e8ln36g0kc0

[ecoeconomicepochs]

Hunab Ku The Great Mother (Goddess) / Divine Feminine provides the materials that make up our mortal coil and periodically reconfigures us according to her divine plan imo, We are due for a tune up. Cosmic rays are said to alter DNA...  A Reverend of the Circle of the Sacred Earth congregation drew the embedded (corporate) logo as part of a Reiki session between 2003 - 2005 that stipulated Cape Hatteras Light House. Cape Hatteras island is home to the Shackleford Horses that are used for genetic drift studies - implying in my opinion, that the Mother Creator has a plan for her own creations / Galactic Superwave collage Dr. Paul Laviolette / Dr. Susan Joy Rennison / Mayan Hunab Ku / Star Trek Universe

[ilustraholic]

SUPERWAVE VIII 😎😎😎🧔🧔✌✌🤟🤟

[unsoleconlalunastorta]

Let me take you down

'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields

Nothing is real

And nothing to get hung about

Strawberry Fields forever