#tf leaflet

[cityzenshark]

Leaflet | Terrans Around the World

Ice Mirror | Kites | Kindle & Ember | Leaflet | Stardeep | Eggling

The smallest Terran (so far), sibling to Stardeep. Leaflet had known where his lost sibling was, but his fear of water prevented him to pursue her trails. His courage jumpstarts when Twitch offered him a ride on her drone mode. Leaflet didn't want to leave the rainforest until he was bribed with Kamen Rider figurines. Twitch regrets promising that and distracts Leafelt with more rides.

Twitch: She felt glad to meet somebot smaller than her. No offense to Robby and Mo, but Twitch feels more confident to give a fellow Terran a ride as they are much sturdy than a human. Although, she has to teach Leaflet the importance of giving cues or else she might have a spark attack the next time he randomly sky dives while flying on her.

Aftermath: To him, Leaflet acts to true to his alt mode -- a bugger. When did this bug get into the Meridian Lair? How come the security sensors couldn't detect him? How the frag did he hitch a ride on Aftermath without him noticing?? The bug better stay away from his calculators!

[radiates-confusion]

I'm sorry, Leaflet Publishers?! In the same context as book publishers?? And newspaper publishers?? No. No. I'm sorry, I don't know how to keyword the Internet well enough to find that information, because most Leaflets appear to be one time, made by a manufacturer, without an overall top parent company schtik like the others! And yk what, That's what I'll fucking put. Cause fuck that.

[jmkho]

PICTURE IT!

So, Josh knew about the NYC trip, world tour announcement and told Sam to go and hand out leaflets SPECIFICALLY only in black and white because they have the same vibe, feeling, theme, sense of

✨️STARCATCHER✨️

Sam, told him to lighten tf up and have 'fun bitch colours' to make it fun and stand out more, to which Josh said, No.

And then Josh opens the damn app to see Sam live streaming handing out those fun bitch coloured leaflets he wasn't meant to make LMAO

[automatismoateo]

I bought an thing from the US on eBay and it came with a leaflet that says I'm going to die in Hell unless I pray to Jesus via /r/atheism

I bought an thing from the US on eBay and it came with a leaflet that says I'm going to die in Hell unless I pray to Jesus Is this a common occurrence? Apart from being extremely unprofessional, I also find it pretty offensive to tell me that I'm going to suffer after death completely out of the blue. Just imagine going to a store and the cleric casually says "you're going to die in Hell, by the way" when you check out. Why is this tolerated? Or why does the seller even think this would be appropriate? I have never tried it but I'm fairly sure that if I were to include leaflets that said that there's no god, some other deity denying material, satanist material, or even just an ad for Scientology or some other cult I'd probably get reported on the platform. I know they "mean well" but it's actually really fucked up to tell someone they're gonna suffer eternally unless they do some random thing. Here's the thing they included: https://imgur.com/a/tf-j9A1Hma I've never seen stuff like that when ordering from Europe. Since many people in this sub are from the US I'm wondering if this is common/expected? Are you just used to it? Submitted July 26, 2024 at 11:00AM by MatureHotwife (From Reddit https://ift.tt/7PrWF5T)

[azsdiary]

CULTS & BOYS EPISODE 5

BOY$

YES HE CINDERELLA’D ME ghosted me over night we don’t know Him! (It’s me on my y2k:)

CULT$

After running from 2 CONSECUTIVE CULTS (“our pastor is Eternal + we’re invincible humans” cult and “public shaming tattoos whilst wearing a skin fade + pastoress saying ‘h**d j*b’ in the middle of sermon then telling ppl to get their mind out the gutter, 10m from the abandoned plug drop off spot” cult) in a ROW Tell me WHY I just wanted to go to an unproblematic free gospel concert today and MY GOOD SIS shows me the leaflet they gave her for it was from a THIRD CULT??!!

BOY$ AND CULT$

The only non cult church I found which I really think I could prosper in - was introduced to me by a SNEAKY HITTA! 🥷🏿

Think he sooo slick tellin me he’s cool with being friends ONLY FOREVER then bending down to WHISPER HOT IN MY EAR in the MIDDLE of service “what’s yo last name” and be playing with MY hand to ask me about the ring on MY ring finger?! Then when i tell him he’s being flirty he said I’m tripping!?? Sir I sent you a vn about our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and your reply was ‘d**n your voice is nice tf” WHAT DO YOU MEAN!?

Idk who was worse - him or the man who followed me on his bike for 25 min talkin bout “put you in my car” “I want to kiss your eyes” - No he was definitely worse.

I ever told y’all men follow me like every time I leave my house? it’s tough but I’m quite numb to it fr after years of it. Got some really funny stories though from it:)

And I’m still pulling up to the church too! I’ll just make sure I’m civil w him.

MY WONDERFUL AND AWESOME GOD. IF YOU DON’T SEND SOMEBODY TO CARRY ME OUT OF THIS MESS NOW.😭 LIKE THIS GOD:

I wanted a k drama but NAHHH y’all must want me in the GHETTO bc this is wattpad at it’s finest.

[kmp78]

https://instagram.com/stories/kaylierustman/3177417620880432174?utm_source=ig_story_item_share&igshid=NzZhOTFlYzFmZQ==

This is from a model she followed and they just wrapped the gig. It’s FOR TF beauty.

For what? Some Walmart leaflet? 🤭

A model with 2k followers? Yeah that's a HIGH profile gig for sure. 🙌

[tvshows-addict]

Hi, this is really random, but a funny thing happened to me just now. I was watching tv with my parents and we were just browsing channels and stopped on a french movie. 20 minutes in and i was convinced i've seen this film before because it was so familiar. A man that was a professional relationship breaker trying to break up vanessa paradis and andrew lincoln. And i couldn't figure out why i felt like i've seen it before and then i remembered i read a fic inspired by this film. And i was sort of thinking out loud so my mum was looking at me like ??? tf you on about. I'm 24 and i'm not ashamed of reading fanfic, but there's no way i was telling my parents i knew the film because of a 1d fanfic sjdhdbdss. Anyway, it's a nice film, but your fic is better and i'm rereading it tonight.

hahaha! this is so cute anf funny! Tnak you for sharing and also for giving my fic another read <3

🍰 Fool’s Gold 🍰

Leaflet for Over Again Inc.

“In relationships, there are three types of people: those who are happy, those who are unhappy but accept it and deal, those who are unhappy and in denial.

Handling this last category is our job: we are professional couple breakers.

To reach our goal, we use all means necessary.”

Or the Arnacoeur AU in which Harry is scheduled to be married to Liam in 10 days and Harry’s mother hires Louis and his team to break them up.

[marketingnovasblog-blog]

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[non-stophamilton]

why tf did Hamilton make the Reynolds Pamphlet 95 pages long. Why not a Reynolds leaflet?

[jaaebear]

vampire!jeno

pairing: lee jeno x reader

set out: bulleted scenario , supernatural

warnings: none

authors note: doing this with @alienjisung aND IM SO EXCITED. HAVE 10 DAYS TO FINISH THIS. LET’S GET ITTT

masterlist

so here we go

ever chosen a class because it’s an easy grade? yeah, you have because you did this semester.

everybody was telling you that dance was an easy A and nobody could fail unless you never went to class. 

and you, you were having trouble with math so you decided ‘let’s take dance! that way if i fail math, i’ll still get an A and keep my score up!’

that was way too enthusiastic 

anywhooo, everybody had failed to mention the infamous duo group project during the semester

and your luck, you were paired up with the smiley boy who strived for the best in dance.

lee jeno

not that you had any problem, you had never spoken to the boy but it was rumors.

he was a boy with the most bright smile in the school but you were told if you didn’t put in enough work in a group assignment, he would end you. 

not that you knew how. 

anyway, it’s halfway through the semester and jeno and you are in the middle part of your written part of the project.

you’re both sitting in the library exchanging small talk about the paper.

flash forward an hour and you are getting ready to leave.

you volunteered to talk home the loose leaflets of paper this week.

putting them in your bag, one slices the length of your finger, creating a small opening 

“y/n- your finger...” jeno’s eyes are trained on your finger, his warm eyes flash a hue of red but it’s gone before you can make sure it’s there. his voice is heavy and you squint your eyes at him.

“It’s fine, just a small cu-” but you’re cut short when jeno grabs your your finger and places it between his lips. 

he’s literally sucking the blood. this is some twilight shit-

and you’re like tf jeno?! but not really. 

“are you a- uh...” you don’t even know what your asking but after watching the whole twilight saga, you think you know a lil something something about vampires

jeno, now, sees no point in hiding his second life  so he just stares at you mumbling a “maybe”

and your brain is like “mAYBE what does MAYBE MEAN”

and when you don’t answer he’s like “i done fucked up man” but instead he asks you “are you gonna run away?”

and you’re like “uh, no... should i?”

and jeno panics so he snaps his head towards you and is like “ no no no”

so you’re like “okay, see you next tuesday?”

and jeno nods, “tuesday.”

so you leave the library in a flash because your mind is SO confused and jeno just sits down in a chair with your blood still on his tongue. and all he can do is mumble “shit.”

so for the next couple of weeks, you and jeno were in the library every tuesday and every tuesday was a repeat of the past week.

“so y/n”

“no jeno, you’re not getting any more of my blood, for gods sake”

“That’s not fair!” he whines

“you know what’s not fair? having the living life sucked out of me”

and then he pouts

AND YOU THINK IT’S THE CUTEST FUCKING THING

so when yall are getting ready to leave, jeno asks “tuesday?’

and for the first time, you’re like “i can’t, i have another project with jiyoung”

and jeno is pISSED

“don’t do it”

and you’re like “mccuse me?” but not really. in reality you’re like “huh”

“don’t do the project”

AND YOU’RE AN INDEPENDENT PERSON WHO GOES “ha, who are you to decide that”

MMMMM GET GIRLFRIEND

and jeno walks towards you frowning “but you’re my tutor, y/n”

“i’m not anyone’s person, cut the bullshit jeno” and now, for the last hour, the tension between you two in unbreakable

when you meet up with jiyoung next week, you’re awfully tired and you don’t know why.

“are you okay, y/n”

“yeah i’m fine jeno-”

“im sorry y/n but i’m not jeno.”

“oh my god i’m so sorry jiyoung.” 

after your hour with jiyoung, you accidentally stumbled into jeno.  

“I’m so sorry...”

“y/n, it’s okay. it’s been weeks since we last worked on the project, do you have time now?” and you nod

you guys sit in an empty classroom, working on the project, laughing and teasing like nothing had changed. 

“y/n i really don’t like you tutoring that guy”

“not this again...”

“i’m being serious y/n! out of everybody just not him!”

“why not?!”

you had walked over to lean across the wall now, not caring to be near jeno but after you said that, he stood up and in a flash, his arms were on either side of your head, closing you in.

“because, you’re mine.”

his eyes flashed a dark red and fear only just started to close in on you.  “no... i’m not?”

it came out as a question. 

jeno’s fingers lifts your chin up towards the roof, him towering over you. “really now?”

“wait what are you doing?”

his lips ghosted over your cheek, then jaw bone, slowly hovering over your neck. 

your nails dig into your thigh, not feeling anything due to fear. you know what he’s doing, or planning to do, when you hear a sharp inhale of air.

“please don’t do this. stop it, jeno, please”

 when each second passes, your knees grow weak, wondering what he’ll do next.

it’s the sharp graze of your neck that snaps you out of whatever dizzy trance you’re in , pushing him away.

“what the fuck jeno?!” the red from his eyes disappear and his body visibly shakes.

“i don’t remember agreeing that you had some vampire claim on me!” 

“no, that’s not it. y/n-!”

“not now jeno. don’t talk to me.”

it’s been days since you’ve last seen jeno so you decided to focus your attention on your project with jiyoung. 

everything’s peachy until jiyoung brings up jeno.

“he’s pretty attached to you y’know?”

“shut up jiyoung, you don’t even know hi-”

then everything come crashing down in realisation 

and jiyoung notices it.

‘whoops it seems like i’ve been exposed”

you try to scout away from jiyoung but he grabs your wrist

“you’re scared. I’m the same as that boy! why are you scared?!”

“because, jiyoung, you’re not that boy.”

you make a move to stand up before being slammed onto the wall behind you, jiyoung’s red eyes coming face to face with you. 

“you know, y/n, i so happened to catch a little smell of your blood once and oh my, it’s infuriating. rare.”

“we all love rare things, now let me go.”

“no can do love.” his hand grasps your jaw, forcing it to one side, letting your neck be explored. shit bitch is gonna die

his mouth nuzzled into your neck, tongue swiping across a patch of skin, giggling against it. you whimper when you feel a sharp graze across your neck and they sink down on your neck, a cold sensation dripping down onto your shirt.

and you try to summon the only person you know. “jeno...”

like magic, jiyoung is ripped away from you, your body dropping to the floor as you look up to see jeno standing there, chest heaving up and down.

“bad timing, jeno, i was just having my fun.” jiyoung smirks towards the boy. 

“don’t touch them!” jeno shouts.

“wow what irony jeno.”

at this jeno’s posture slumps, his eyes wondering towards you. 

it doesn’t stop jeno running towards jiyoung. you covered your eyes, only hearing the sounds of glass breaking and tables and chairs being moved. 

you didn’t uncover your eyes until someone lifted you up carrying you. “are you okay y/n? i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry.” you learned the voice to be jeno. “it’s okay, i’ve got you.”

when he puts you down, you meet his eyes first the first time today. his eyes travel down towards your neck and you cover it with your hand

jeno looks away, licking his lips. “go home y/n” 

and with that, he speeds away. 

it had been two weeks since that day

jeno didn’t come to school and niether did jiyoung but you didn’t care about him 

one night when you sitting at your desk you noticed a flash across your window

scared, you poked your head outside the window to see a figure sitting on the ledge of your roof

“jeno?!”

“you got time? wanna go somewhere?”

ten minutes later jeno and you are running up the side of a sky scraper builiding.

“lee jeno this is not what i was thinking!”

when you reached the top all you could do i try to breathe, that had hit the wind out of you. “fuck you.”

after a minute or two of no talking, you turn to jeno

“thank you, for saving me.”

“if you really wanted to that me-”

“okay, go for it”

“what? y/n i was asking to drink your blood?!”

“i know”

now jeno is like tf?! this bitch cray

“did that little shit get any of your blood?”

“no jeno, it’s fine.”

“ha, okay, i’ll do the honours of being first”

jeno’s hand rises from his side, brushing your hair from your neck as you move your head so your neck is more exposed

jeno smiles, his hand sliding across your waist as he places a small peck on your shoulder

his hand rises to cup your cheek tenderly, stroking it.

“make sure to tell me if it hurts”

his mouth rests on your neck, waiting for you to nod in reassurance 

you gasp loudly and tighten your hold on jeno’s bicep when he settles his sharp teeth impale your neck but continues when you dont say anything

jeno’s arm tightens around your waist when he tastes the first drop of blood. the action doesn’t go unnoticed by you as you grow dizzy from lack of blood. your breathing increases and it feels like a long time before he moves away

“oh god...” he groans, arching his head back

“shut up!”

he lets out a laugh before settling into a smile, eyes still on you

“what? is there still blood on my neck?”

“no it’s nothing...” 

he leans forward hand returning to cup your cheek

“it’s just...”

he shuts the gap, lips soft on yours, his eyes slowly shut and you do the same, both of your hands lift up, one on his neck and the other resting on your cheek.

when you part, your eyes open slowly to see jeno still close to you, his eyes still closed.

“jeno, next time you do that, make sure you kiss me before almost killing me!”

“wait did you just invite me to do that again?!”

“i mean, there’s always the future”

[thearchivistswilltolive]

what were those fancy leaflet foldy tiktok things called? like did I imagine it or did tiktok have a version of the dreaded leaflet for a while there? like you had to make a cut at some point or something and fold it through itself? like tf was that called, bc now I want to make a foldy book and I can’t remember what they were called to find a tutorial. thank you.

[jasperrollswrites]

Transformation Classroom Lesson VI: Sweets Time

The next in the TF Classroom series. This one was for MorganLing, and he wanted a TF into the plump Majin Buu from Dragon Ball Z. I’ve never watched DBZ, but Majin Buu has always been a cute character design to me.

I did a little bit of research and, like...as far as I can tell, Majin Buu and Satan are boyfriends, right?

———————

Koro-sensei wasn't exactly in a good mood.

He wasn't in a bad mood really, he was just kind of...it was hard to describe. He was laying on the floor of the classroom. He wasn't tired or anything, he just didn't...feel like doing anything. Being stuck inside this room for all this time was starting to wear on him. He wanted to go outside, fly around, do things that he used to do, but he couldn't. He had thought that the back door might just be a portal to anywhere he could use to mess around, but it seemed like the room's creator only wanted it to be used when a student was in the room.

"Nyuuuu..." he moaned. "Can't I just go outside for a little bit? I'd come right back. You know how fast I can be." Whatever the response was, it seemed to be quite a long one, as Koro-sensei laid back, not doing anything, before sitting up.

"Surely it's not that hard to just...go back?" he asked. "I could just be a millisecond. That's all I'd nee--even then?" He sighed, and fell back again.

"Okay. Okay. We'll get to ten, and then, right? That's a promise, okay?" He pointed a tentacle up at the ceiling. "A promise! Promise to me, now!" Another pause, and then Koro-sensei sat up once more. "Hey! Not fair! You better promise to me once I'm done!" He scrambled to his feet, shuffling towards the door and opening it pre-emptively. He barely even properly looked at the student - brown hair, green shirt, who cared, he had stuff to do. Just get this over with quick. He reached out with a tentacle, guiding the student into the room.

"Yes, yes, this is whatever you're looking for, come in, please, tell me your name, mine is on the board, blah blah blah." Koro-sensei rattled off, eager to get this over with. He shuffled the surprised boy into the room, sitting him down in a chair, then moved back to the front of the classroom, looking expectantly at his next student.

The student said nothing, paralyzed with the speed at which he'd been swept into the room. It was somewhat lucky that Koro-sensei had done it so quick - since he hadn't actually been in the room when he'd seen Koro-sensei, his mind wasn't being affected by the classroom, so he would've recognized the strange appearance of his apparent teacher as being truly strange, and would have probably run away screaming.

The boy had short brown hair, and was wearing a green shirt, like Koro-sensei had briefly observed, but he was now getting a better look at the kid. He seemed pretty young looking, although Koro-sensei suspected he was older than he looked - just had a naturally young appearance. He was wearing a pair of brown shorts, and some black trainers with white socks beneath. His eyes were a dark blue. If Koro-sensei was feeling rude, the word he might come up with was...generic. The shirt didn't even have a design on it. Honestly. There was an awkward silence, as the student's brain tried to catch up with what had happened in the last 10 seconds, broken by Koro-sensei slamming his tentacle down on the desk.

"Come on, come on, we don't have all day! Your name! Tell me!" he said, hardly bothering to restrain his impatience. He now noticed that student was carrying a book in his hands, held tightly against his chest. The kid slowly relaxed, setting the book quietly down on his desk, revealing the cover; The Great Book of Chocolate. It was a thick book, the hardcover suggesting it was some sort of recipe book.

The student opened his mouth, and said, somewhat timidly, "It's...Morgan."

"Great. Excellent." Koro-sensei replied. "And you want to..."

"Um...make chocolate?" Morgan offered, putting a hand on the book he'd set on the desk.

"And you want to do that because..." Koro-sensei rolled a tentacle around, gesturing for Morgan to hurry up.

"...because chocolate is nice?"

Koro-sensei looked at him, grin ever present - but there was a sense of incredulousness behind the face. He was quiet for a moment, and then...

"Good enough. Let's go." He shuffled past Morgan, heading towards the door at the back of the room. Morgan didn't move from his seat, simply turning around in his chair to look at his very impatient teacher. Koro-sensei opened the door...and was met with a brick wall.

Koro-sensei was quiet for a moment, then slowly closed the door, and turned around to look at Morgan. "Fine...I'll do it properly..." he said, and shuffled back to the front of the class.

"What was in the--" Morgan began, but was cut off by Koro-sensei, restarting the spiel.

"My name, oh venerable student, is Koro-sensei", he began, and gestured a tentacle towards the board. "I have taken the liberty of already explaining the subtle wordplay behind my name on the board, so please refer to that if you are ever confused. Now, what is your name?"

"Uh, I already told you." Morgan said. This guy was...weird.

"Yes, but I'm doing it over from the start. Please just tell me your name again."

"It's...Morgan." Morgan replied.

"Morgan. A nice name. A serviceable name. Not...far off. Alright." Koro-sensei looked down at Morgan. "So, you wish to make chocolate. Why would that be?"

"Because it's nice." Morgan said, unsure if that was what Koro-sensei wanted. Unfortunately, this did not seem to be case.

"Mmm...true, but I think you might want to think over that answer a bit more." Koro-sensei replied. "Of course, chocolate is nice, but there are lots of things that are nice that I imagine you never felt you needed to take a course to learn how to make."

"I guess so." Morgan said.

"So, I think the reason you're here is something a little deeper than 'it's nice'." Koro-sensei said. "Am I wrong?"

"I...never really thought about it all that much." Morgan said. "I just saw the sign on the noticeboard, and I thought..."

"You thought enough about it to pre-emptively buy a book on the subject." Koro-sensei replied, gesturing to the book on Morgan's desk. He began walking past Morgan once more.

"I mean...I guess I just wanna make people happy? Chocolate and sweets and stuff, that makes me happy." Morgan said. "I dunno if I'm good for much, but, maybe this might be something I'm good at."

Koro-sensei paused. Oh. This might be a bit deeper than even that...

"Not good for much? Why do you say that?" Koro-sensei asked.

"I...it doesn't matter."

Koro-sensei turned around, and came to Morgan's side. "Morgan, I think you'll find it's what matters the most." He rested a tentacle on Morgan's back in a show of comfort.

"I..." Morgan was at a loss for words. "I mean, I've never...I feel like I'm not...useful to anyone. I just...I want some kind of way to be of some kind of worth. I saw the leaflet, and I thought...I dunno. Chocolate's an easy way to make people happy, so..."

"You don't have to be useful to be worth something." Koro-sensei replied.

"What?" Morgan asked, confused by the statement.

"Your existence of inherent worth, Morgan." Koro-sensei said. "The fact that you are alive now is of worth. The idea that you should have to do something to prove that you are worthy, that you should be...allowed to exist, is a toxic one that has no place in the world of today."

Morgan was silent. He hadn't expected this from a class about making chocolate. "I...I don't know if that's true, Mr...Koro-sensei." he mumbled.

"Just Koro-sensei is fine." Koro-sensei replied. "Perhaps I'm going a bit quick for you. Why don't we get started with the lesson instead? I think you'll understand better by then." He took his tentacle off Morgan's back, and turned towards the back of the room, opening the door there.

This time, there was a kitchen inside. The room wasn't as big as the pool from before, which Koro-sensei was glad for - it would probably go down easier. Chances were it was still physically impossible for whatever building the room had manifested in, but it wasn't SO obviously impossible that someone might run away. He stepped to the side, letting Morgan see. It was a very clean looking kitchen, with everything you would expect to find in a restaurant kitchen, polished to a mirror sheen. Pots, pans, a larder, a fridge/freezer, multiple small ovens and one big one. Koro-sensei looked at it with delight.

"You didn't think we'd have a class about making food without a kitchen, did you?" Koro-sensei said, turning to Morgan, his ever present grin seeming friendly and kind. "Come on. Let's make some sweets."

Morgan picked up his book, and left his desk, walking into the kitchen. Koro-sensei shuffled in after him, closing the door behind them.

"So, we'll start with chocolate, right?" Koro-sensei said. "Hand me your book for a moment, we should find some appropriate tools and ingredients. What do you want to make?"

"Um...just some chocolate bars to start with, I think." Morgan said, handing the book to Koro-sensei.

"That should be simple enough!" Koro-sensei replied, flipping through the pages to find a recipe for a chocolate bar. "Here we are!" He set the open book down on the counter, letting Morgan look at it.

"Half a cup plus one tablespoon of cacao or cocoa powder..." Morgan read. Koro-sensei shuffled over to the larder, and opened it up. It was empty, except for a single bag of cocoa powder. Morgan kept reading off ingredients, and Koro-sensei would shuffle to find them - wherever he looked, in drawers or cupboards, the container was always completely empty except for the exact thing they required. Coconut oil, vanilla flavouring, cocoa nibs...quickly enough, they had the ingredients and equipment assembled, ready for cooking.

"Okay, now what?" Morgan asked.

"Morgan, you're supposed to be learning, aren't you?" Koro-sensei replied. "I'm really just here to make sure nothing goes wrong. What does the book say?"

"Uhh...combine the coconut oil with the vanilla...I didn't think vanilla would go into chocolate..." Morgan said, reading from the book.

"You'd be surprised." Koro-sensei replied, simply.

Morgan added the ingredients into a mixing bowl they had pulled out, stirred it a bit, then added in the cacao, and began stirring more. "It says...stir until it thickens. I mean...how thick?" he asked.

"Mmm...let me see. May I?" Koro-sensei replied, coming up behind Morgan. Morgan stepped to the side, and Koro-sensei took up the mixing bowl, curling it under one tentacle, and taking the whisk in the other. He gently placed the whisk in the bowl...and then began stirring faster than possible for a human.

The whisk sounded like a car motor, the speed Koro-sensei was stirring it at. Morgan stared, wide-eyed at the spectacle, but it only lasted for a couple of seconds before he finished. He set the mixing bowl back down. "I think that should be thick enough", he said. "Now what?"

"Uhh...it says to pour it into a flat container, and then...put it in the freezer." Morgan said.

"Excellent!" Koro-sensei exclaimed. "With the time spent waiting for that to freeze, we can make lots more treats as well!"

It was a productive few hours to say the least. Morgan himself lost track of time - he was enjoying the cooking, and he was strangely enthralled by Koro-sensei's eccentricities, the rather odd, yet effective approach he had to teaching. It was mostly just reading from the book, but Koro-sensei would have Morgan go back to previous recipes and try to do them by memory, correcting him if he went wrong.

After some time, they'd built up quite a backlog of chocolate of all kinds - bars, brownies, cupcakes. Koro-sensei had wanted to make a full chocolate cake as well, but Morgan had said that was probably a bit much for a beginner like him, and they might as well just stick with the small stuff for now.

"Now comes the best part!" Koro-sensei announced suddenly. "Eating what we've made!"

"Oh!" Morgan said, surprised. "I thought...I was just gonna take them home or something. Share them with other people."

"Oh, Morgan." Koro-sensei replied, shuffling towards the freezer they'd stored the bars in earlier. "You should learn to appreciate yourself and your work! We can make things for other people later. Right now, these are the fruits of your labour, so you should enjoy them!" He pulled the tray of chocolate bars out of the fridge - they'd already been cut into squares, although Morgan couldn't remember doing that. "Go on, take a bite. Or two. Or three." Koro-sensei offered.

"Uh...just one for now. Don't wanna get sick, haha." Morgan chuckled, breaking off a couple of squares, and throwing them in his mouth. They hit his tongue, and...

Oh, wow.

He kind of couldn't believe the chocolate was something he'd made. It tasted...really good. It was cold from having just been in the fridge yet it was still like it was melting on his tongue.

"Did I...you didn't like, swap these out for someone else's, did you?" Morgan asked.

"I'd never do something like that", Koro-sensei replied. "Why do you say so?"

"It's just...it's super good. I wouldn't expect it to be something a beginner could do." Morgan said.

"Try another piece, if you're not sure" Koro-sensei said. "I can guarantee it's what you made with your own hands." Morgan reached out, breaking off a couple more squares of chocolate...and then it really started.

It seemed it was going feet first, this time. The black trainers were getting lighter, their colour beginning to brighten, as the cuffs began to rise around his ankles, hiding the white socks from view. The material was getting shinier, smoother, as the black lightened to a pale yellow, then going towards a more ostentatious bright yellow, almost the colour of custard. His trainers had practically become boots, as the cuffs reached up to around his shins. Morgan kept breaking off squares of chocolate - he couldn't seem to stop himself. They tasted super good.

Now his socks were coming back up, rising over the cuffs of the boots, but they were darker, turning grey, dark grey, before going a solid black. The material was clinging closer to his legs, as they began to get a bit plumper...but whatever was happening there was being blocked by what was happening to his shorts.

Morgan kept breaking off chocolate and putting it into his mouth. There was a part of him that said something was wrong, that he shouldn't be eating so much chocolate, but he didn't seem to pay it much mind - the chocolate was addictive, and it was overriding everything else. His shorts were starting to puff out, getting longer, but bunching up so it didn't go too far below his knees. The brown was being washed out, turning white, as the pockets sealed up, and the material began to pleat, folding over itself. Underneath the changing clothes, his legs were getting thicker, his hips widening, and re-adjusting for what was to come.

Morgan came to the end of the big bar of chocolate. He was...amazed at himself. How had he eaten that much so quickly? He was about to say something, but Koro-sensei was already putting a tray of cupcakes in front of him. It was like the teacher had read his mind. He immediately grabbed a couple and started chowing down, finding them just as good as the bars he'd made earlier.

"Hehehe...Are you...sure these are mine?" Morgan said, his voice getting a little squeakier. "They're...mmf...they're so good."

"Yes, I'm positive they're yours." Koro-sensei replied. "Keep eating if you don't believe me, nyuruhuhuhu." He couldn't help but giggle. This was coming along very nicely.

As Morgan put the cupcakes away, his belly was starting to react to the mass of chocolate he'd pumped into it. It began to swell, pushing out into a little bit of pudge, before bloating out incredibly. His gut swelled tremendously with every cupcake he put in, causing his shirt to ride up, covering only his chest. His skin colour was deepening, going from a pale pink, to a more rosy pink, as his belly became smooth and rubbery. A belt looped itself around his belly, coming from nowhere, and tightening around it. The belt was black, with a gold buckle, and a single black letter on the buckle - a stylized M.

Koro-sensei put a tray of brownies next to the cupcakes, which were half finished. Morgan immediately started alternating, grabbing a brownie and then a cupcake. Another tray of small chocolate squares was placed next to that as well, and now Morgan was grabbing from all three. His belly kept swelling, pushing against the counter of the kitchen, and his chest was swelling now too, turning the same rosy pink colour, becoming smooth and rubbery, like his belly. His green shirt split open, as the sleeves on his arms pulled back. The collar pulled away from the shirt by itself as the shirt became darker. The bright green became a forest green, then darkened to black, with a gold trip around the edge, turning the shirt into a little vest that could barely hang on to his swelling body.

The separated collar was doing its own thing, becoming looser around his broadening shoulders. The front of the collar began to twist over itself, splitting and then joining back together, becoming tied around his neck. Meanwhile, the back of the collar was extending, filling out, cascading down over his shoulders and down his partially exposed back, as the colour went from green to a light purple, turning the collar into a cape that looked kind of silly on his expanding body.

The skin on his arms turned pinker as well, turning to that same smooth, rubbery texture, but a set of small holes opened up on his triceps. Morgan giggled at the sensation, his voice getting squeakier still. He stepped back from the counter for a bit, taking a break. It was only 5 or so seconds, but it was enough time for mittens to appear on his hands, the same custard yellow as the boots upon his feet. Morgan didn't seem to notice, as he went straight back to gobbling up the chocolate Koro-sensei had laid out for him.

His head was the last part to change, as his brown hair, what there was of it, fell off his head, falling to the floor. The skin on his face was getting just as pink and rubbery, as his cheeks swelled, fat bunching up there, making his cheeks look like a hamster's. His face was...simplifying, his nose depressing into his face, as his lips became thinner, and he closed his eyes in joy as they became small and squinty. Holes appeared around his bare forehead, and he giggled again as they came in - he seemed to let out a little gust of air from the holes on his body in joy. His ears were becoming rounder and circular, fusing to the sides of his head as the holes became bigger.

There was one last touch, as he shoveled the last of the chocolate into his mouth. Something was pushing up against the top of his head from underneath the skin. It struggled briefly, before finally breaking free - a small, tentacle like appendage, not dissimilar to Koro-sensei's own, appeared, and twitched a little bit. Koro-sensei seemed a little mesmerized by it. He gave it a touch, before looking down at the diminutive little fellow Morgan had become.

"Well, how do you feel?" he asked.

"Heeheehee! Buu feels great!" Buu said, patting his stomach with a mitten. "More chocolate please!"

"Ahh, I apologize, Majin Buu", Koro-sensei said with a bow, "but it appears you've eaten our entire stock!"

"Aww..." Buu looked downhearted as he began sort of waddling towards the exit, back to the classroom. "But Buu is reaaaaaaally hungry!"

Koro-sensei followed after him, closing the door to the kitchen behind them. "I know, Majin Buu, but I can't give you something I don't have! You'll have to go out and find snacks yourself. Maybe get yourself a nice ice cream! I'd love an ice cream. It's been too long since I had one." he lamented.

"Maybe Buu get you one too!" Buu said excitedly, rushing towards the door.

"Nyuruhuhuhu. Don't worry about your teacher, Buu. Just enjoy yourself." Koro-sensei grinned.

"Okay! See you!" Buu replied, and rushed out the door, closing it behind him.

Koro-sensei looked at the door, feeling a little deflated. He'd wanted some of the chocolate too, but...well, the student came first. Hopefully they were happier now, happier being themselves. He hoped that for all his students.

"And hey!" he exclaimed. "No mess, this time!" 

[theremin-ried]

Meme all you want, but you still don't get to police other people's identities. Being a lesbian means different things to different people, like being a Catholic (like, how are "lapsed Catholics" still even Catholic? 🙄 Whatevs, not my biz), or a Humanist, or foodie, or whatever. You don't get to tell people what they're allowed to call themselves.

Because guess what? You start policing lesbian identities, and it doesn't stop there. It can't be stopped there. If you get to tell others how they're allowed to identify, then others get to tell you, too. And I guarantee that you are not going to like that. This is an immediate and very direct implication of "none of us is free until all of us are free." If you need help bridging the gap, then I can spell out the relationship in whatever format you like: allegory, analogy, comic book, leaflet, novella, pamphlet, zine... shit, I will re-tutorialize myself on formal symbolic logic, if it'll help you get there.

I mean, unless you think "lesbian" alone is a special case, and you specifically get to be the sole arbiter of reason and decency on this matter, in which case who tF died and made you Apex Lesbian, Sole Heir to Sappho, Defender of Lesbos and Arbiter of Sexualities, Whose Labelmaker Alone Clicks Supreme as its Wheel Is Most Justly Turned?

whyre people talking about bisexual lesbians on twitter like thats some kind of normal thing that we should be treating as anything but a bad joke

[sasuita]

It is true that Sasuke lived a year with Salad? And is it true that he gave the name to his daughter? Or it was Sakura?

AFAIK (and I’m going to say this because some kind of weird fuckin’ content could’ve come out under my nose), neither of those are true. I don’t stalk SS content, I like to pretend it doesn’t exist. 

Here’s my recollection of canon information (and no, current Boruto anime doesn’t count; since it’s all pre-gaiden and pre-boruto manga. when it catches up to the manga, sure.)

Sakura’s leaflet for the Boruto movie says she raised Sarada alone.

The “memory” Sarada has of Sakura and Sasuke teaching her to walk is a false one. It looks COMPLETELY different than Kishi’s regular flashback panels. It’s a fabricated image because that’s what she wants to believe, that she has two parents deeply in love who helped raise her, when the truth is that she was born in a hideout and he immediately left again to go on his mission.

Sasuke doesn’t seem the type to name his daughter that. Sakura, however, definitely seems the type.

None of the names of Sasuke’s prior family had any pattern. Sasuke, Itachi, Mikoto, Fugaku, etc.

Sasuke, Sakura, Sarada....definitely seems like something Sakura would do. Sasuke wouldn’t give a shit about matching.

I have a question for you, though, anon. What makes you think this is true? I’m legitimately asking for any posts/images/etc you’ve seen, I’m not being sarcastic. I’ll bite, tf is the SS fandom doing?

[kardemommen]

5, 7, 8, 9, 10!

5: cutest date ive ever been on:this is hard bc i have two cute dates (?) contending for first place but im not sure if they were both friendly hangouts or Dates (what makes a date a date??) ANYWAY- went to see a movie, w popcorn of course. popcorn is essential for the movie experience- wandering around the city, checking out bookstores and talking about books and also this store that just had a bunch of bright and cute but mostly useless shit. trying out every single shit- food! trying each others food is also essential 

OR- art festival a few towns over- got a leaflet and marked all the things we really wanna see- ended up only doing two of the things and saw magic show for kiddies instead- also shadow puppetry show in an old cinema w the comfiest seats- and a cool band- shared street food

LOVED IT.

7: morning time gay or night time gay?morning/daytime gay. i got used to getting up really early thanks to work and have a somewhat active day w work and working out and shit so i get tired p early. trying to hang out w me in the evenings usually leads to me falling asleep at some point. 

8: opinion on nap dates?fckn love them. i love sleeping and soft sleepy people and apparently it promotes bonding so hell yeah sign me tf up.

9: opinion on brown eyes?the most beautiful. my favs. 10/10 would gaze lovingly into.

10: dog gay or cat gay?both but im more likely to make hearteyes at a cat than a dog bc im kind of picky about dogs tbh, eg im not much into the tiny ones. for cats my only request is try not to be naked and were probably good.

[phgq]

15 NPA supporters yield to gov't troops in Aurora

#PHnews: 15 NPA supporters yield to gov't troops in Aurora

BALER, Aurora – At least 15 supporters of the Komiteng Larangang Guerilla (KLG) Sierra Madre of the Communist Party of the Philippine-New People’s Army (CPP-NPA) surrendered on Saturday to government troops in Barangay Dianawan, Maria Aurora here.

The surrenderers are categorized as underground mass organization (UGMO) members and also members of the Panlalawigang Alyansang Magbubukid ng Aurora (Pamana).

Lt. Col. Reandrew Rubio, acting commanding officer of 91st Infantry “Sinagtala” Battalion Philippine Army, said the surrender was the result of the retooled community support program (RCSP) operation efforts by the Task Force to End Local Communist Armed Conflict (TF-ELCAC) with the special participation of local officials, other stakeholders, and the communities.

Rubio said the surrenderers disclosed they are dissatisfied with the false promises of their leaders and the pattern of deception being done by the communist terrorists.

“I am hoping that they are here honestly seeking for peace, that they are doing this by heart, mind, and soul,” he said.

“I am encouraging you (surrenderers) to inform other Pamana members about the government’s efforts toward peace and development and explained to them that our government is open for dialogue to end the local communist armed conflict in this province,” Rubio added.

During the simple ceremony, the 15 surrenderers pledged to withdraw their support to the Communist Party of the Philippines-New People’s Army-National Democratic Front of the Philippines (CPP-NPA-NDF) and took their oath of allegiance to the government.

Maj. Rhoderick Bagunu, chief of police of the Aurora Police Station, said he is thankful that the surrenderers are now on the side of the government.

“Makikita sa tinagal-tagal ngayon lang nangyari ang maraming nagbabalik-loob. Sana ay iparating din sa iba pang tao ang mabuting ginagawa ng gobyerno para sa ating bayan (We can see that for a longer period, it is only now that many returned to the fold of the law. I hope the good things that the government is doing to our town would be conveyed to other people),” Bagunu said.

Dianawan barangay chair Cresencio Mico also appreciated the immediate response of his constituents to end the local communist armed conflict.

“I am happy for their response and support to the government. Rest assured that we will continue to provide livelihood training and other development programs with the help of concerned government agencies and other stakeholders,” Mico said.

After the activity, the military troops distributed rice to the surrenderers and leaflets on the coronavirus disease 2019 (Covid-19) from UP Baler extension campus. (PNA) 

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References:

* Philippine News Agency. "15 NPA supporters yield to gov't troops in Aurora." Philippine News Agency. https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1104440 (accessed May 31, 2020 at 02:51AM UTC+14).

* Philippine News Agency. "15 NPA supporters yield to gov't troops in Aurora." Archive Today. https://archive.ph/?run=1&url=https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1104440 (archived).