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creoterative · 1 year ago

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Uhm... I made another one.

Yeeesss, I know, my finals for this semester are coming up, but leave me some freetime xD

Anyway, my best friend sent me another bunch of funny things kids in kindergarten said and I made another TWDG kids template out of it.

So there.

Enjoy! Xd

PS: I had to rewrite some of them because she gave those to me in german and they wouldn't make sense in english, so... excuse the Florida comment xD

Minnie: "I have a unicorn at home! But I ripped out the horn, so it's a not-so-much-corn now."

Sophie: "I always read books at home, my favorite book is Justin Bieber!"

Louis: "My parents have a swing in their bedroom, it must be so much fun, but I'm never allowed to play with it." (...That was disturbing, send help to the poor boy.)

Duck: *talking about future jobs* "I wanna be a whale!"

Ruby: "Yes, I love Spargel! Oh, what's that?" (It was at this moment, that the little girl learned, Spaghetti and Spargel aren't the same. And for my english friends, Spargel is Asparagus.)

Clementine: "Mommy had a baby yesterday! But it is a little bit ugly."

Marlon: *to the new young woman working there* "My dad said everyone needs a job when they grow up. Why don't you have one?"

Mitch: "Remember when you said that I'm not allowed to play with the water in the sink anymore? *soaked from head to toe* "Because I don't."

Louis: "I don't like cucumbers that grow." ( what .)

Willy: "Did you know, that eggs break apart when you throw them? By the way, where is the cleaning set?"

Brody: "You can't play with us, you don't like coffee!" Violet: "But you never drank coffee either!" Brody: "But I like it, because momma likes it!"

Tenn: "You're my kokong." (He meant Cousin.)

Marlon: "I want my reflection to be alive as well, I want to play with it. That's so unfair!" (He didn't understand the concept of twins yet.)

Violet: "I'd eat that very gladly. I just don't want to."

Willy: *after being asked to help clean up the mess* "No thank you, I like it better this way."

Marlon: "Your pants are ugly." Mitch: "You're wearing the same." (And then Marlon threw a tantrum because he felt insulted.)

Aasim: "I have a bunny at home. But sometimes it changes colour." (Again, Aasim are you okay?)

Louis: "My goldfish went to Atlantis today!" (It died.)

Marlon: "My uncle has no eyes, so he got a dog with eyes. I don't want my eyes either, I want a puppy!"

Clementine: "How long does a strawberry tree grow?"

Mitch: "If bears gotta go for little boys, they pee in their fur."

Louis: "I'm there in a second. Geez, I hate it when people say that, what KIND of second, a long or a short one?!"

Violet: "Tastes ugly."

Ruby: "You need to go home, you have 124 meters fever!"

Sophie: "If you destroy my picture, I'll get world destruction!"

Aasim: "I have to computer now."

Louis: "My tummy feels yucky, can you call my mother in law?"

Marlon: "What do you have there?" Louis: "A cough drop!" Marlon: "Woah, I want a tough drop too!"

Ruby: "I lost my fuck in the sandbox, momma!" (She was talking about her toy truck.)

Minnie: "My mom has circus disturbance." (She meant circular disturbance.)

Omar: "Today I have fish sticks with potato pudding!"

Brody: "Look, I'm a mermaid! Now I only need a fork!"

Marlon: "Why is that man shaving the lawn?"

Louis: "But I already ate all my cousins!" (It's raisins, Louis.)

Ruby: "My grandma is in the animal shelter because she can't walk anymore." (Her grandma went into retirement.)

Willy: "My grandpa is magnetic too!" (His grandpa had a prosthetic leg.)

Duck: "My dad is special too, he's from Florida!"

Mitch: "I want more pregnant stamps." Ms. Martin: "...What?" Mitch: "I'm still hungry." Ms. Martin: "Ah, yes, you can have more ravioli."

Duck: "Can I have more weed?" (He meant arugola.)

Sophie: "I only got one motivation left for cleaning up, so I'll hurry."

Louis: "I got a bikini!" (It's a kiwi, Louis.)

Marlon: "Does the CD player google the songs first or why is it taking so long?"

Clementine: "My baba brought me today." Duck: "Huh? I thought you could only eat them?" (...He thought she meant a banana.)

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queen-rainy-love · 1 year ago

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The Crown Wedding Part 4

Let's go!

*The scene is set inside the Vanilla Castle, where Madeleine, Espresso, Lilybell, Cream Puff, Snow Sugar, Pure Vanilla, and White Lily are eating breakfast together.*

Lilybell: How much do we have left for the wedding planning?

Madeleine: Double-check the menu, arrange the flowers, and ensure everyone arrives on time, especially with this rainstorm coming soon.

Pure Vanilla: I'm sure everyone will be able to get here before the rainstorm tonight.

White Lily: If not, I'm sure they'll be able to after the storm. The wedding isn't until the end of the week.

Cream Puff: I can't wait for it! This will be the first event with everyone in one place!

Snow Sugar: I can't wait to meet everyone!

Espresso: It...will be an interesting event. Especially with some...special guests we'll be having.

*Madeleine smiles softly and placed a hand over Espresso's.*

Pure Vanilla: Everything will be fine. *a little crow lands next to him* Oh! One of Black Raisin's crows! Looks like the others have arrived! *stands up* I'll go greet them.

White Lily: *stands up too* I'll come too. It's been a while since I've seen those boys.

*Both Ancient Heroes leave the room, leaving Madeleine, Espresso, Snow Sugar, Lilybell, and Cream Puff alone.*

Madeleine: Oh boy...we're about to hear some screaming.

Lilybell: Why's that?

Espresso: Well...

*Meanwhile, Pure Vanilla and White Lily walked down to the plaza. Waiting for them was Black Raisin, Red Velvet, Pastry, Clover, Knight, Princess, and two Cookies they'd never met. The seven Cookies bowed.*

Black Raisin: The Princes, Lady Pastry, and Princess Pinkberry of the Hollyberry Kingdom.

Pure Vanilla: Hello everyone! It's good to see you! We're glad you were able to come.

White Lily: Yes, wonderful to see you all. But...*looks at Capsaicin and Pond Dino* who are they?

Clover: Yeah Red Velvet. You should have the answer. Who are they?

Knight: This ought to be good.

Red Velvet:...Well...this is...um...

Pastry: *smiles* Our children, Capsaicin and Pond Dino.

Capsaicin: Um...*awkwardly bows again* Hello Your Majesties. It's an honor to finally meet you.

Pond Dino: Mya!

*Pure Vanilla and White Lily are speechless. They look at Capsaicin and Pond Dino before looking at Red Velvet. The second prince starts to sweat. One of White Lily's eyes start to twitch while Pure Vanilla's smile tightens.*

Red Velvet: (Oh no...)

*Meanwhile, back at the castle. Madeleine and Espresso just finished explaining what was going to happen.*

Lilybell: Oh my...

Cream Puff: So...Red has two kids?

Espresso: Correct.

Snow Sugar: How did he get two kids?

Madeleine: Like how you became my child. He adopted them.

Snow Sugar: *smiles* Oh! That's amazing!

Espresso: I thought Pastry adopted the kids?

Madeleine: She did. Red Velvet just couldn't say no to her. And he's planning something for her.

Espresso: And what is-

*Outside*

White Lily: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE KIDS NOW!?

*inside*

Madeleine: Oop. There it is. That's mom.

*outside*

Pure Vanilla: WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US!?!?

*inside*

Madeleine: And there's dad. Really want to see Red Velvet get himself out of this one.

Espresso: You're only saying that since he made you keep a secret.

Cream Puff: How do you think evil mom is going to react?

Madeleine:...Honestly...It could either way.

Raisin Villager: *bursts in* Prince Madeleine!

Madeleine: Yes, what's wrong?

Raisin Villager: D-D-D-Dark-

???: Honestly. It's not that hard to introduce someone.

*Everyone looks over at the door the Raisin Villager came from to see Dark Enchantress, Matcha, and Affogato standing there.*

Espresso: How did you three get here without Black Raisin knowing!?

Affogato: Her birds don't reside in the West.

Madeleine: Need to let her know that.

Dark Enchantress: Quite. Now how are my three babies doing?

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pbandjesse · 5 months ago

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This was a really good day off. I feel good. Still tired but like I got a good amount of rest today and that was lovely.

I slept alright. I woke up at 930 o tired. But I did t want to keep sleeping and waste the whole day. I stead I forced myself up and washed my face and got ready for the day.

I did not want to leave the house at all today. What I wanted was go rest and read and do house projects. And that made today a really successful day.

I would have a cinnamon raisin English muffin. And got myself comfortable outside with my book. Which I did finish. I had brought Sweetp and Crabcake outside and it was an absolutely beautiful day.

Once I was done my book I would spend a good hour knitting. I am a full month behind on my temperature blanket but I will catch up. But today was not that day. Instead I worked on the double layer quilt in working on. It was a really beautiful day and I was having a really nice time.

Fleet week is this week and so I had to deal with flyovers all day!! The helicopter was interesting the first time. It stared to become old and tired some after the 4th time. And then there was 5 jets in a line. That only happened the once though. Mostly it was just beautiful and quiet with just soft sounds of the city.

I was having a really wonderful day.

I had a little lunch but it mostly just made my stomach hurt.

I decided to do house tasks to make myself feel better. And for the most part it did help.

I would clean the frog tank and water a few of the plants. I hung a picture. I hung our new battery powered sconces. I hung the frame for the fake transom window I have been planning between the studio and the living room/kitchen. I struggled hard with the nails. I couldn't get the force to get them all the way in. But James would figure it out and helped when they got home.

I would take a break and laid on the couch for a while. I got a little overheated outside as the sun was high in the sky. I had an ice cream and that helped.

I spent a good amount of time painting new flowers in the studio ceiling. I did a dozen small purple flowers. I worked until my arms couldn't be over my head anymore and I ran out of the paint on my pallet. .I would get down a s decided to do some studio organization. I took one shelf apart to move across the room . Consolidated my market stuff. Accidently overweighted a shelf and it came ripping out of the wall and I bent my right thumb's nail backwards. Tore half of it off my nail been it hurt so bad and was bleeding. It was not good at all!

I was very upset. James would promise to help finish fixing things when they got home. And I would go lay down and try and not be sad.

I had Ruby the roomba going. She lost her bow somehow. Weird. But I will fix it later. .I was going upstairs to grab something when I saw James outside. I opened the front door and was super happy to see them.

They would take a moment to cool down. But then jumped into helping me. They fixed the transom window and it's ready to be patched and painted. And eventually I'll put fake stained glass inside it. It's going to look so good.

I decided that I wanted to have my doll house facing the window so people walking by can see it. This took some doing. James added a shelf next to the window sill for extra space so the whole thing didnt fall over.

I would have to stand on a stepladder outside to set up the whole scene again after we picked it up. Which made everything fall down. But it's all fixed now and that makes me happy.

We would eat dinner outside. James had a pasta. I had fake fish and rice. It was beautiful and not to sunny again.

I was enjoying gently swinging. It was very centering. And I was just really enjoying James's company. Talking and being silly and James would do more cooking. And we decided to watch the bridgerton prequel.

I don't particularly care about bridgerton but I love the queen Charlotte clips on TikTok so James downloaded Netflix so we can watch it and that it how we have spent the last several hours.

And it really is fabulous. Sad. Intertwined with the present (in the bridgerton world). I am glad I was able to focus enough to actually want to watch a show. I struggle so hard with anxiety about starting things. But I am very glad we did.

I have requested we watch just one more. The whole show is only 6 episodes. So I want to be half done so we can watch the other half tomorrow.

Tomorrow is going to be a good day though. Im going to drive up to see my parents for Father's day. And I am just really looking forward to that.

I hope you all sleep good. I love you very much. Talk tomorrow!

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female-malice · 1 year ago

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hi! i saw ur post about not eating sugar and was wondering what a typical day of eating looks like for you without any sugar? (if you're comfortable sharing, of course)

I just cut out added sugars. I still eat fruits and grains and stuff that has sugars naturally in them.

I am also a person with a sweet tooth. I like desserts. But I also like problem solving and making things and experimenting with recipes.

I'm not eating splenda or honey or agave syrup or anything like that. That's added sugar according to me.

So instead of adding sugar to things, I just eat raisins. SO MANY RAISINS. I made raisin rice the other day which was very good. It's almost like a dessert. Sort of. Also oatmeal with raisins and peanut butter is good every time.

The other day I made fried bananas for dessert. The recipe for the batter has sugar in it. But I just figured bananas are sweet enough so I cut the sugar out of the recipe.

Mango is an easy dessert that I love. There's also cotton candy grapes. And pomegranate. I've researched all the sweetest fruits lol.

I'm a chocolate lover. And I still eat chocolate sometimes! I make what I call "almost hot chocolate." It's one teaspoon of plain unsweetened cocoa powder whisked into a mug of hot milk. And then maybe add some cinnamon or nutmeg or something like that. And no added sugar. It's not bitter at all! It's a very soothing warm drink.

Almost all cereal is packed with sugar. But I found some generic rice puffs with zero sugar added. They're pretty good with fruit! I eat a lot of plain yogurt with fruit. But I get whole fat yogurt to make it rich and tasty. I also put a LOT of butter on my toast. Do you see where I'm going with this? For my "desserts" and "treats" I just replace added sugar with added fat!

Almost every single American grocery product has sugar added. Even savory things like breads, cereals, and crackers. You really have to check labels. So I'll let myself get something with just 1g added sugar if I can't find anything with no added sugar. There's a kind of cracker I like with 1g added sugar. And there's cinnamon raisin english muffins. Those cinnamon raisin english muffins are AMAZING! And they only have 1g added sugar.

Cutting added sugar out of my diet was actually way easier than I thought it'd be. I did it gradually and not in a rigid or disordered way. It was a process of gradually changing food habits and learning a new eating pattern.

Without a large daily sugar intake, I'm hungry all the time! My stomach literally vacuums up all the fruits and vegetables and bread I buy. I eat SO much bread now. And I get so many new cravings all the time. I can't satisfy cravings with sugar so I have to think "okay what else can I do?" That's why I started putting raisins in rice and frying bananas lol. I think cravings are important. And a diet with a high amount of added sugar can mess with how you respond to cravings.

Also, like I mentioned in a previous post, I feel less groggy and foggy.

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dearfutureus · 1 year ago

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A Watch

“If life were predictable it would cease to be life, and be without flavor” - Eleanor Roosevelt

Written by dearfutureus

“Where are you going?” “It doesn’t matter.”, Smiled Thomas “But, I wanna come.”, protested Kilo and crossed his arms over his chest.

Thomas put on his gloves and walked calmly towards Kilo, his thick blonde hair swayed around his face in sync with his steps. He sat down at the edge of the bed next to his pouting brother.

“I’m just gonna hang out with Oliver, nothing else.”

Kilo now looked up at his big brother, “But you’re always with Oliver. Are you gonna do something fun? I can be fun!”

“No not at all, we’re just gonna talk, maybe go for a walk. And I know you can”, laughed Thomas and tied his last shoelace.

He stood up and walked towards the door.

“Well, then I’ll stay here, it’s too cold to go for a walk now, anyway.” , said Kilo and hid his thin legs under the warm covers.

“When I get back, we can play UNO, if you haven’t fallen asleep like last time.”

“That was only because I was tired after the football game!”, stated Kilo with fire in his voice.

Thomas laughed, “Okay okay, then we’ll play later.”

And then his older brother was halfway out of the dark brown oakwood door. Yet before he completely disappeared, he turned around facing his brother.

“And Kilo, remember not to say anything to mom and dad, right.”

—

Two-hundred and twenty-one days, twelve hours and fourteen seconds. Kilo was starring at the hands, that slowly moved behind the blank glas. Every minute, every second. It was hard to train his eyes away from the mechanic device around his wrist. He almost couldn’t remember why he was keeping time, anymore.

“Kilo, eat your breakfast, or I'll take that watch back.”, Kilo looked at his big brother, that was sat eating cereal. Raisins instead of sugar, because it was healthier and just as delicious apparently. He sat with the spoon in one hand and a pencil in the other checking through his homework, as he did every morning. His hair was unkempt from the night, yet on the opposite his clothes was neatly ironed for school, as it always was.

A breathless voice and a pair of stilettos could suddenly be heard from a distance that gradually got closer and closer, “Hurry up Kilo it’s already late and I don’t have time to drive past the school.”, whispered his mother with wrinkled eyebrows and held the bottom of the phone so the person in the other end didn't converse in the interaction.

Kilo's mother was a career woman, that’s why she wasn’t home as much. At least that was what his father said when they on Sundays sat and watched a football game in the living room together. His father didn't say much anymore, he used to talk a whole lot. Mostly about politics and society and work and football, of course. But not anymore, now Kilo and dad just sit in the living room in near silence with a beer and a soda, watching an insignificant match. But it was still nice, Kilo thought, because football was something he and his father had in common.

Kilo looked over at his father, who was sitting with his two cheese sandwiches and a cup of coffee in front of him on the table. The food was completely untouched and the same for the coffee. Perhaps he hadn't seen his mother put it out for him, because the paper was so big that Kilo's father had completely disappeared.

But when Kilo thought about it, his father didn't actually eat that much. It was a bit the same with the talking, seeing as he could do that for hours on end and he could eat, right up until the last piece, "Would anyone like the last slice of duck? No? Well, I guess I’ll take it then.”

Maybe his thoughts were just so big that they filled all the way down to his mouth, so there were no more room for cheese sandwiches. But it was understandable, after all only two hundred and twenty one days, twelve hours and one hundred and ninety four seconds had passed.

"Kilo, now!" his mother whisper-yelled through the kitchen. She then took her bag along with the car keys and was out the door in a flash. Kilo's father finally folded the newspaper and stood up. He didn't put the plate in the sink or the cold coffee on the kitchen island, he just walked into the living room where the television was still on.

"Have a good day.", He then carelessly said and sat down in the armchair, the blue tv-light masking his face. A white-blue hue creating the illusion of a ghost.

Thomas now put the spoon down and looked encouragingly at Kilo, who still looked at his father from the kitchen, "Come on, I can follow you to school."

—

The walk Kilo took every morning to school was a bit long. First he walked on pavement, then a dirt road and finally a huge lawn. It took some time, but luckily it was a nice trip. Especially in the summer, when he and Thomas used to go past a huge lake that was not too far from the route and had a dip with their feet before going on to school.

Now it was cold and the ice on the lake made it impossible to swim. It was dark in the morning, sometimes it rained so much that Kilo was drenched by the time he reached the school.

"Do you think the weather will get better soon?", Kilo asked, clenching his hands from the cold in his pockets.

“Yes, the weather always gets better. You know that," explained Thomas. "It just rains so often now, almost as if it will never stop." Kilo mumbled.

“It will always rain, sometimes more than usual, but that's just the way it is. That is why we have to appreciate sunny days even more.”

Kilo shrugged his shoulders to his ears "Yeah, maybe."

Thomas looked over at his little brother, who now almost reached his nose, "You know very well that the earth needs rain. If it didn't rain, then no flowers or trees or fields would grow. Therefore, sunny days and rainy days are equally important, as the rain helps the earth to grow and the sun keeps it alive.”

Kilo saw that they were right in front of the entrance to the school, he could see all the other children shouting and screaming, running and catching each other. He turned faster than a whirlwind towards his brother and threw his arms around him. Kilo squeezed so hard his muscles began to cramp. Why did he even have to

go to school when the weather was so bad? Couldn't he wait until it was sunny and summer again. Wait until it was warm enough to dip his feet in the clear water with Thomas again.

Thomas hugged Kilo back, albeit with less force. A brief moment passed between them, and when it was over Thomas pulled back and looked down at Kilo. His smile beamed down at Kilo and in a quiet movement Thomas gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead and said, "Come on, we've come this far, it would be stupid to turn back now."

Kilo nodded and turned towards the school. The children were shouting and fighting everywhere. The playful screams only got louder and louder with each second it got closer to the bell ringing. Kilo was in no mood to fight or shout or play, so he looked down at the ground and fought his way through all the ragnarok. Kilo however turned back to wave goodbye to Thomas as usual, but as he raised his hand in the air and waved it back and forth, his intentions slowly trailed off. Thomas was already gone and no longer standing at the entrance.

Kilo brought his hand back down and slowly began to notice the almost silence that was cast over the school yard. He now looked around, while clenching his hands around the straps of his school bag.

They were glaring at him now. It was like they didn't know what to do. Kilo didn't know what to do either. Of course, he knew why they looked like that, well, he probably would have to. But it's like they only see him for that one thing now. In some corners of the school yard there were whispering, but only in voices that could be mistaken for little mice. A single pair of girls stood by the bikeshed and whispered to each other in a raised tone.

"My mother says he went insane.” Said the girl with her head leaning over towards her friend.

“Shhh, Petra said we aren't supposed to talk about it, Liv." Suddenly the bell rang, sending a chill through Kilo. Without looking at the others, he put his hands in his pockets and hurried inside.

— First to second. Third to fifth. Sixth to eighth.

The familiar hall that Kilo was to walk for the next two and a half years, he had gradually become familiar with. The dilapidated beige paint, which hung on by sheer will, decorated with the variegated works of art, painted by the art classes over the years, and finally the many class photos that had been taken all the way back to the 1800s.

Kilo checked the time and when he saw the hands he hurried to hang his outerwear on one of the many hooks. He fumbled with his bag and jacket in his haste. And when he finally hung up his jacket and slung the bag over his shoulder again, the brown leather watch flew off his wrist and landed with a terrible thud on the hard concrete floor.

"No!" Kilo squealed and looked at the appendant, glass facing the cobblestone floors.

"Look guys, the psychopath's hands are so sweaty he can't even wear a watch!", one of the eighth graders mockingly shouted in the middle of the hall, followed by a lot of laughter from his friends. Paul was in Thomas's class.

They never really got along.

"You gonna start crying now. Call for your brother?", The others held back their laughs as they watched Kilo.

"Come on do it, let's see how fast he gets here.", Paul was handsome. The face of a fallen angel could deceit anyone but their victims. Maybe even them as well.

Kilo said nothing to them, he didn't care. He just waited until they had gone into their own class before he went towards the watch. But when they were gone and he looked at the watch, it was gone. He panicked for a moment and tried to come up with a logical explanation as to how it could just disappear. He started to get lost in thought, but when a quiet hand was placed on his shoulders, he came back to the present with a snap.

He turned to see who was interrupting his thought stream and slowly began to form eyes as big as tea cups.

Alice

“Here, you lost it. It's broke unfortunately.”, said Alice with a sympathetic smile. She carefully placed the watch back in Kilo's hand and calmly ran her thumb over his wrist before pulling her arm back to her side again.

Alice was one of Kilo's good friends, ever since kindergarten, where they often had playdates. When they started school they drifted apart a bit, but were still good friends as her older brother Oliver was Thomas' best friend. But now they didn't talk to each other at all. He didn't blame her, he knew very well that he wasn't easy to talk to anymore.

Her blue-grey eyes reminded Kilo of the lake on the way to school. He is absolutely certain that if you looked closely enough you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. When she blinked, her large black eyelashes contracted and opened again. It was

exactly the same for all people with eyes, but he didn't quite understand why everything was in slow motion.

The bell now rang loudly for the second time and he now noticed the surroundings around him. He looked down at his watch, which had two white cracks in the glass, and the hands that were no longer moving. Kilo felt something. What it was, he couldn't explain, but the feeling was there. Maybe sadness, but there was no reason for that, because Thomas had a huge collection of watches, and when one of them got too old, he got it. Thomas had promised that. And if not, he knew Thomas could fix it.

He put the watch in his pocket and looked over at the classroom door. He caught a glimpse of Alice's hair disappearing through the door. With a set he held fast to the bag and hurried along.

—

When the school bell rang last class out, Kilo's classmates were already heading out the door in long conversations filled with laughter and relief that the school day was finally over.

Kilo hadn't registered the end of class at first, but when he drew his eyes to the door and saw Alice and her friends on their way out, he stood up and packed his bag in haste.

With his bag packed, he headed for the door. And maybe if he hurried a little he could get one last glimpse of...

“Kilo, can you stay behind for a moment”, Petra said and smiled, her hands folded over the never-ending English book.

“Um, sure.”

He now changed direction towards his teacher and walked somewhat more calmly than before. He sat down in one of the front rows and looked a bit puzzled, as he didn't think he had done anything wrong during the class. Only a couple of boys sitting behind him had spoken, but not him.

Petra walked towards Kilo with a doubtful smile, “I just wanted to know if you were okay. I saw what happened in the hallway this morning, with Kasper.”

“Yes,” Kilo said, “I'm fine. I just dropped my watch, I'll just have to ask my brother to fix it.”

Petra looked down with her eyes, so that now only the large red glasses that sat on the tip of her nose were more prominent on her face.

Petra was one of Kilo's favorite teachers. It was nice having a teacher that only picked the students who raised their hands.

She looked up and gave Kilo a warm smile, "You should know Kilo, there are a lot of people here who care about you and want to help you." Kilo nodded.

"I have spoken to several people in the class who miss talking to you," she said after a short pause.

"Yes, I know that.", Kilo said and got up from the chair. They looked each other in the eyes when he was at his full height.

"Okay, but you should know that you can always come to me, if you want to talk about something, alright?", Petra noted with furrowed eyebrows and a smile.

“Yeah, I will.", Kilo hastened to say before sauntering towards the door, leaving the awkward meeting.

As Kilo walked towards the exit, something in his pocket suddenly vibrated. He took out his phone.

Oliver told me what happened in the hallway today. Don't worry, Paul is just an idiot -Thomas

— Thomas hadn't waited for him in front of the school and followed him home as usual, so when Kilo got home he had to dig his own key out of his bag. It wasn't very late, so there was still light for him to find the key quickly. Before he tried to open the door, he got another message.

Hey, sorry I didn't come home with you, I went home with Oliver, his parents are on vacation, so I'll probably sleep at his, see you tomorrow, okay. -Thomas

Kilo, put the phone back in his pocket. He tried to unlock the door, but he quickly realized that it was not locked. That was odd. It was usually locked even when his father was home, as he usually slept when he was alone. It couldn't be his mother either, because she always worked overtime at the office until late at night.

He opened the door and slowly stepped into the hall. He couldn't hear or see anyone, so maybe they just forgot to lock it this morning.

He put the shoes on the new shoe shelf and hung his jacket in the closet. He took his bag and walked quietly down the dark corridor. A smell hit his nostrils, it was sharp, musky and heavy in his head. The light from the kitchen came closer to him and the smell grew stronger with each step and each breath. He then heard a murmur and what sounded like something falling softly.

When he got to the door frame of the kitchen opening and stepped into the kitchen, Kilo froze. He saw something he could never have dreamt of even in his wildest imagination. Kilo saw his mother slouched down on one of the dining table chairs, her face limp and defiant. She was staring off into nowhere, not even noticing Kilo's presence. The empty beer bottles that were lying and standing around her made Kilo no longer wonder about the foul smell.

"What do you want?" said his mother, finally acknowledging that they were in the same room.

"Nothing." Kilo whispered not knowing whether to leave her alone or wait for her to tell him herself.

There was a terribly uncomfortable awaiting atmosphere. Like a ticking bomb that rests in the center of the room and almost challenged you to set it off. It was as if a single sound from the green glass or Kilo's weight on the floor would ignite the fuse and a huge bang would cut through the entire kitchen. Kilo had never seen his mother like this before. Abandoned and sad. Not even then did she act like this, at least not that Kilo knew of.

“Nothing.", she mocked.

"Well, your very good at saying nothing these days... no,” she paused briefly and took a large sip.

"Neither of you do.", Kilo's mother fumbled putting the bottle back on the table. Kilo looked down at the ground and scratched the side of his arm in discomfort.

“Where's your watch?” asked his mother, who had been inspecting him with her eyes skeptically for a long time.

“I dropped it at school. It broke, so I'll ask if Thomas wants to fix it.”, Kilo put his hands in his pocket to clasp his hands around the broken pendant.

Kilo's mother didn't say anything for a long time. She just looked at Kilo in pure disgust and took another sip from the almost empty bottle in her hand. Her gaze was dull, looking only with half-open eyelids as she turned her gaze back to Kilo.

"I thought I asked you not to do that," said his mother. Kilo said nothing.

There was a long silence. A silence Kilo always tried to avoid. The silence that always came before everything came back.

He felt the tears press on. Because when he looked at his mother, he started to remember again. It had been a long time since he last remembered.

“You only do it to hurt me. Make me sad.”, she hissed as a single tear slipped silently down her cheek, “Why do you do it?”

"Do I really have to tell you all of this again?" she asked, narrowing her eyes in wonder.

"NO!", Kilo shouted, forcing his hands up, the clock in one, to cover his ears. Kilo's mother struggled to her feet. She walked towards him in long strides and was now standing in front of him. The only thing he heard was the sound of his own heavy breathing, made wetter and wetter by the silent crying he was trying hard to contain.

Swiftly she grabbed his arms and forced them from their glued place on his head.

“NO!” Kilo cried.

“Thomas is not here! Do you understand!"

A silence formed again. Not the same unnerving silence as usual. This was a sickening, disgusting, nauseating silence, worse than the first.

"Stop." Kilo sobbed, giving up on his body, which his mother had an iron grip on.

"Thomas took a chair..."

“NO, STOP!”

Kilo's eyes were bloodshot, his face red, with wet cheeks from tears and snot. All he could see was the distorted image of the kitchen floor through his wet eyes.

"Stop.", his dry voice begged.

"What happened. What happened after that?” blurted out his mother, reeking of perfume, sweat and warm beer.

Kilo wheezed and cried in waterfalls, his head hanging heavy and tired. The only thing holding him up was his mother's strong hold on his arms.

His mother took the watch from Kilo's hand and swayed to the sink. Kilo quickly blinked away the tears and followed his mother with his improved vision. She then turned and held the watch over the garbage disposal.

"What happened, Kilo!" “NO!” Kilo ran to his mother trying to stop her.

When he was seconds from reaching her hand, she let go of the watch. The deafening sound of glass and metal shattering gave Kilo a repulsive feeling. He stopped and looked down into the sink, quickly he tried to turn off the switch, but it was no use. The watch was gone. Thomas was gone.

His mother hugged him again, "What happened Kilo?"

A long breath passed as Arthur looked hypnotized into the sink, "I was there", he whispered.

Kilo's mother loosened her grip but still held him.

"I found him.", Kilo said now in a tone lower than a whisper.

And Kilo remember not to say anything to mum and dad, right?

They don't understand me and Oliver.

Kilo's ears were hot and red, he could hear nothing but a sharp monotone screeching in his head.

Something started to creak in Kilo's ear and it took him a few seconds to realize it was the floorboards in the hallway.

"What are you doing?"

It was a new voice. Kilo turned and looked at his father who still had sleep in his eyes as he considered the situation for himself.

“Oh. You’re awake?” Kilo's mother said sarcastically.

With one, Kilo sprung free and ran towards his father. He embraced him with all his strength and let everything that has been locked away from his mind come out. “It wasn't my fault!”

Kilo's father was frozen and looked down at his son, crying into his white nightshirt. It had been a long time since he had held one of his sons like that, why doesn't he do it more often. Why didn't he do it more often.

"I know, my boy.", for the first time in what felt like years, he held one of his sons tightly. Would this day look the same if he had held onto both of them?

Kilo's breathing slowly calmed and just as he began to relax in his father's arms, he felt a single droplet fall onto his forehead.

#oc work #my characters #novel #writing #sad stories #dark #family #family dysfunction #fiction #author #short story #writers on tumblr #love

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hueningkoi · 2 years ago

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I just had a complete brain disfunction moment. I just legit thought raisins were called onions. I was eating this granola mix and was thinking "man this would be a lot better if there was less onions in this." And then a few minutes later "man these onions in this granola are really getting in the way." And later "maybe next time I'll pick the onions out. The only time I like onions is in oatmeal..... raisin.... cookies.... oh my god they're called raisins what the fuck....."

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chicagosfinest2021 · 2 years ago

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My followers don't ask me anything so I'll just answer some stuff on my own LOL

1:Virgin? No but I might as well be at this point LOL Actually sometimes I wish I was a virgin. . .

2:Shoe size 9.5 Too short for my feet to be so big IMO. . .

3:Do you smoke? Just meats

4:Do you drink? Casually/socially

5:Do you take drugs? Does melatonin count?

6:Age you get mistaken for Early to mid 20's

7:Have tattoos? No

8:Want any tattoos? No, I like my chocolate brown skin the way it is :-)

9:Got any piercings? Just my ears

10:Want any piercings? MIght do my navel later

11:Best friend? My slightly younger sister <3

12:Relationship status Perpetually single

13:Biggest turn ons Money going into my bank account

14:Biggest turn offs Money leaving my bank account

15:Favorite movie It was Bend It Like Beckham but Wakanda Forever is a close 2nd (only because the former came out first)

16:I’ll love you if YOU FEED ME!!

17:Someone you miss My maternal grandmother (RIP)

18:Most traumatic experience Being SA'ed by different men

19:A fact about your personality I'm a social introvert; I'll hang out around people for a few hours and have a good time as long as I can get 3-4 days to myself afterwards to recuperate/recharge

20:What I hate most about myself I procrastinate too freaking much

21:What I love most about myself I'm thicc AF!!

22:What I want to be when I get older The single, rich, fun auntie

23:My relationship with my sibling(s) Me and my full sister are basically twins and our souls are tied together, living in different states has taken a toll on us mentally. We have a younger half sister whom we didn't know about until about 10 years ago. We love her but the circumstances behind her birth makes our relationship more tricky and we're not as close.

24:My relationship with my parent(s) They are my life. I'm a mommy's girl and a daddy's girl

25:My idea of a perfect date I honestly don't have one

26:My biggest pet peeves Unnecessary noise. Like right now my neighbors keep slamming the door that leads to the stairway right next to my unit because they refuse to gently shut the door like they've got some sense

27:A description of the girl/boy I like Other than celebrity crushes, I don't like anyone right now haha

28:A description of the person I dislike the most Can't think of anyone specific right now

29:A reason I’ve lied to a friend I love my best friend but she and I have very different lifestyles and philosophies about life, I won't necessary lie to her but I'll keep my mouth shut about certain things just to keep the peace between us (and it isn't easy).

30:What I hate the most about work/school I actually like what I do for the most part, but more money would always be a plus obviously

31:What your last text message says "We're sorry, your order from Taco Bell was cancelled. . ."

32:What words upset me the most Actions tend to hurt me harder than words do

33:What words make me feel the best about myself "You can't be fixed because you were never broken in the first place"

34:What I find attractive in women Emotional intelligence

35:What I find attractive in men Emotional intelligence

36:Where I would like to live If I couldn't continue to live in the Chicago area I'd like to live in Northern Europe, someplace where it's cold most of the year haha

37:One of my insecurities My stomach isn't flat :-(

38:My childhood career choice I think I shifted back and forth between a piano player and a writer.

39:My favorite ice cream flavor I actually don't eat ice cream a lot but I've heard good things about rum raisin. . .

40:Who wish I could be I actually like being myself, it's pretty dope

41:Where I want to be right now I want to be at my parents house with my parents, my sister and her daughter my niece, laughing, talking and listening to music

42:The last thing I ate A McGriddle from McDonalds LOL

43:Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately Cross between Letitia Wright and Tenoch Huerta Mejia (Alex Livinalli as a runner up)

44:A random fact about anything England is a constitutional monarchy and only their parliament can make the laws , the royal family has no real power or purpose and actually costs the country money.

#chicagosfinest

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ihavenoearsbutiwilllisten · 5 months ago

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Ward off great evil

'Fore I reach the front door

What am I in hell for?

Was I born to be tortured?

Creatures, medieval

Can you guide me?

("Yes, of course")

Fairy, goblin, unicorn

Point me the way with your horn

So you don't believe me

Well, I'll make it easy

I'll burst open the seams with you standing next to me

What look like raisins

Are plastered on my skin

Naturally occurring monster making condition

It's not the effect of poison ivy

I go hiking carefully

How come they want me on TV?

Am I really that much of a freak?

Why ever would I come out of hiding

When nobody's nice to me?

How could anyone think I'm lovely

When they retch at the sight of me?

I'd like to get groovy, to drink a mango smoothie

I'd like to watch a movie without everyone, and the sun

Telling me that I look dumb

Hate my buds, just because there's not enough room for us

They forced me to eat ice

Then I broke my teeth and cried

Jekyll, Hyde, Dragon, Slime

The only ones who are kind

Not my fault my body's spots resemble dried apricots

Beedo, Appadeebin

Wish I did, but I don't believe him

All I want is a quiet evening

And now you're telling me my dream's not one that's worth believing in?

Eedo, Appigo Appadeeben

Yeah, I'm ugly, but there is a reason

I came out of the oven too seasoned

Sometimes there's a casserole that just isn't worth eating

I imagine self-worth and inner peace

Tastes like artificial cherry

No, wait, maybe more like ice cream

Either way, I really could use some flavouring

Come one, everybody, come one, come all

The circus clown has dropped the ball

"How about we give her a face full of pie?"

For some reason, in return, you'd still expect a smile

And, whenever you get mad

I'm your walking punching bag

Can your conscience handle that?

It shouldn't be you, the one who's feeling bad

Not with all your intact arteries

I'd like to get groovy, to drink a mango smoothie

I'd like to watch a movie without

Everyone, and the sun telling me I'm not enough

Why would I enjoy this?

No, I'm not a masochist

With red gloves, all you touch

Certainly will get marked up

I, in fact, in light of this

Became your painting canvas

It's me against you and dad

Not afraid to punch him back

Happen to want to get hurt badly?

Then go ahead an try messing with me

I assure you I'll split you to atoms for free

Worse than that, I'll steal all the chocolate

Out your dear chocolate chip cookies

Purposely misplace you keys

Be the reason why you sneeze

When I say green you think of cheese

But in my mind, I'm picturing some fresh tangerines

You take pictures, I'll fake a smile through gritting teeth

You might surmise it's not the same

But you know that I won't play your game

Wasted all your day and let me get away with it

If you look like me, don't go out at night

To a man on edge, you could give a fright

And in self-defence, he'll take out a knife

Wouldn't want to cause a scene

Looking like it's time for me to fly away

Maybe I'll see you another day

Sike, you're probably going the other way

So give a smother to my brother when you see him, okay?

Luckily on my diet, I don't eat meat

For someone who looks like an animal, I'm rather picky!

Not a monster 'cause I don't hate babies

I don't skip cut-scenes

Eating my own kind is against my beliefs

You, though had no problem tearing life and limb from Ted and Jim, so

Made of stone your evil heart must be

Could be that your cup of love is filled with liquid savagery

O-o-oh, yippadie dee, oh, yippadie doh, doh

Went to the potluck with scones

You wont take any home, I know

But I suppose maybe I just want to do some baking

Take it from me, looks couldn't kill, no, but they can get you disowned

"We won't look at her"

Is that so?

Then my baked goods are no longer free for the taking

Thanks for pizza, I'll take a mango, blend it up real nice and slow

My dear friends, I have made it home

Rewarded with time alone

((WHY DID U SEND ME THE ENTIRE IF GRETEL))

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athenam · 9 months ago

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I also have a lot of food opinions, so I'm curious to hear what yours are?

hooray!! I get to type my nonsense :)) first of all, chocolate is better than vanilla, I will die on this hill. I say this first cause this is one of the many things that me and my partner have different opinions on.

the rest of this is gonna go under a cut tho cause I have a lot to say and I am someone who needs to give context before I say just about anything so I end up going on tangents

I am a really picky eater and that is mostly because of my severe texture and smell aversions and also sometimes my misophonia gets in the way of that stuff too aka making me lose my appetite or ability to eat because of the effect it has on me

I am such a picky eater that my dad got me a shirt that says "I'll just have the chicken tenders" cause that is one of my only safe foods and it's like the only thing I get at restaurants and I honestly think that most foods, however good they may be, are vile purely because of their texture or smell

I also have a big problem with foods mixing and the clash of textures so that makes me not like a lot of foods like soup, tacos, and salad, there are exceptions to this tho, but there are exceptions to everything

I don't like cheese, in any form besides pizza, mac and cheese, and like goldfish and stuff like that. I think it's because I used to have a slice of cheese every day in my lunch and i had it to much, but one day it just started to absolutely disgust me. I also don't like milk, idk why it just is bad

I don't like most meats, specifically red meats, and that's one of the main reasons I have an iorn deficiency, among others. but I just can't deal with them and idk if it's the look of it, the texture, the smell, or the noise but I can't eat it. I think it also might have to do with the thought of steak being cooked to different degrees and some people basically eating it raw because raw meat is another thing that will actually make me throw up if I have to touch it

I actually like broccoli, but I hate peas and green beans are only good if it's a specific kind

my iorn deficiency controls some of the things I like, such as my habit of sometimes just eating ice or my need for everything to have twice as much salt on it as normal. (this is reminding me to go take my iron pills) I get most of my iron from almonds and raisins, in fact I have a whole bag of almonds that I snack on just randomly in my room rn

I also lack protein in my diet, so I eat protein granola bars and yogurt almost every day, thankfully I like more things with protein in them than iron

sour candy is superior I'm every way. I LOVEEEE sour candy so much, it's amazing, also nerds gummy clusters are so gooddd

Reeses are overrated and the peanut butter in them makes me want to throw up because of the texture, also the ads always have whispering and chewing in them and it makes me want to rip my ears out of my head

Eggs are by far one of the worst textured things in the world, it doesn't matter how you cook or prepare them cause they will ALWAYS feel bad in my mouth and I will spit them out

I don't understand some people's hatred for peanut butter, I think it's fine, but that might be because I grew up on pp&js so idk

anyways, thank you for coming to my ted talk about my food opinions congrats on getting to the end of something that is about as many words as like a 2 page essay please share your thoughts, I would love to hear them :)

#this is my enrichment #socializing with the stars

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gaoau · 11 months ago

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catawba

it's the color of raisins.

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mornings during tournament days were unbelievably tiring for suna. he was excused from classes—which he figured was great—and he could sleep on the bus on the way to the stadium. but something about having to get up early, gather at the gym, board the bus, wait for the twins to stop wrestling for one second, and find a good position to sleep without straining his neck was incredibly taxing.

when [surname] approached him with weightless, skipping steps, he silently begged she wouldn't add herself to that list. he had already loaded his bag and decided to busy himself with his phone as he waited for everyone else to cooperate. an amused chuckle he knew too well reached his ears.

he looked up to find [surname] smiling at him with narrowed lids. suna shot a glance towards his team, relieved when osamu's attention was settled on choking his twin. he returned to [surname]. her eyes didn't hurt; they seemed glazed-over.

her lips stretched into a glowing beam. "was gonna say good mornin', but i ain't too sure now."

suna sighed, "good morning, [surname]."

"good mornin', suna-kun," [surname] giggled, using her fingers to fix the collar of his tracksuit. it didn't need any fixing, but that wasn't going to stop her and neither was suna. "anyway, catawba."

he winced at the unexpected sound of rattling inside plastic. [surname] raised her hand to his field of vision, showing a clear container filled with raisins. he cringed internally as she shook the fruit like a maraca.

she chortled at his stupefied silence and confused frown. "i won't be cheerin' this time, so i thought i'd say whatever now. just ta be polite, y'know? take 'em, they're good for ya." she inched the raisins closer to him. the plastic poked his chest.

suna glared down at her hand with a disgusted grimace. "i don't like raisins."

"huh."

"sor—"

"d'ya know if miya-kun does? i packed enough to last two or three days just for you."

"don't you have friends?" he rose a brow, still eyeing the container with contempt. they were simply harmless raisins, but he wouldn't be caught dead eating them.

[surname] shook her head, humming. "seems raisins ain't a very popular fruit. maybe i'll bring a pear next time, such noble fruits they are."

how could a fruit be noble? it was too early to ask or care. especially to care. suna wondered if he could handle her nonsense at such ungodly hours of the day.

it seemed she couldn't handle it herself. she swayed from side to side involuntarily before losing balance. suna could only stare while she saved her face from meeting the ground.

he sighed and stretched out his palm. "i'll give them to osamu, he eats anything." his statement made her smile grow.

[surname] laughed her ahahaha! giggles. they died out before she could reach the last ha as she yawned. tears pricked at the corner of her eyes. "any tips for sleepin' on yer desk, suna-kun?" she found his gaze with her own drowsy one. the container fell on his hand.

this girl was definitely not used to getting up with the sun.

"did you wake up early just for a handful of raisins?"

"i wouldn't say just. raisins're good and so's sayin' thank you, [surname], i will make sure to eat every last one."

suna couldn't help the chuckle that ran through his body, making his shoulder bounce for a brief second. he painted a faint smile on his lips. "you look like you're about to collapse any second." he flicked her forehead to test his theory.

"yer well-being's worth the sacrifice."

"i'm sure shijiki would destroy me if anything happened to you."

"misa-chan?" her pitch rose into an incredulous octave higher. "but she's so nice, though."

"no comment."

[surname] giggled again, and this time she managed to finish the full set. she waved her fingers, entrusting the raisins to suna's hand. "have fun, suna-kun. see ya."

suna nodded. "see you." he watched as [surname] disappeared into the school.

the fruit inside the container rattled when he went to pocket it. he frowned at it, hesitating over his following actions. the lid popped open and he picked the smallest raisin he could see. it took two seconds of chewing to decide he despised these things.

wait, what the fuck was catawba?

itachiyama secured first place and left inarizaki for second. as promised, suna couldn't find [surname]'s face booing for the opposing teams. he received one message from her before the finals about xanthic, or as she described it, tolerable yellow.

ginjima glanced at him with a raised brow when he snickered at itachiyama's tolerable yellow jerseys.

the ride back to school was just as usual. with the tournament adrenaline and excitement dissipating along the last days of summer, the team knocked out cold as soon as they sat down. the twins were pleasantly quiet and not at each other's throat, aran wasn't having a breakdown, and akagi's cheerful energy focused on whatever dream was making him twitch in his sleep.

not that suna realized any of this considering he was the first one to submit to exhaustion as soon as kita stopped talking. which meant he was the first one up to catch atsumu's drooling on video and patiently wait for osamu to wake up to his brother's saliva coating his hair.

he managed to record the left hook atsumu dodged, but then flinched in disgust when the collateral damage landed some spit on his cheek. curses slipped from between his teeth. thank the stars he didn't need to spend more time with these heathens.

four days? too much. all he wanted was to get down from the bus and go home. please.

with his bag aggressively slung over his shoulder, suna was willing to sprint to the gym to get away from the daily miya wrestling contest. he could still feel the foreign drool on his skin.

as he rubbed his sleeve on his cheek once again, a chill ran down his spine. needles buried deep into his arms, melting together into a knife to slice him open in half. it disappeared not a second later. his feet halted at the feeling he knew all too well.

[surname] stood trying to catch her breath on the steps of a neighboring gym. he could see her chest heaving and the puffs of her exhausted gulps of air. she wiped the sheet of sweat coating her face with the cotton towel around her shoulders.

her gaze stabbed into his. suna tried not to jump at the abruptness of her intensity. his shoulders jolted involuntarily and he took a step back. he thought he had gotten used to her; [surname] always surprised.

her brows rose and a wide grin pulled at her lips. he didn't know what color her eyes were, but he knew they glimmered upon falling on him. "how'd it go?"

"good to see you, too."

"yeah, hi, hello, good afternoon. so?" her smile could easily burn him with its brightness.

"we got second place."

"against the xanthic team?"

"tolerable yellow, yes."

[surname] laughed. it wasn't her usual giggles he had already imprinted in his brain. it started like scraping a rock against the asphalt and then regular chortles bubbling from her chest. suna preferred this one over her weightless, almost practiced giggles. she sounded human.

"oh! thanks for the raisins, [surname]-san!" their attention turned towards osamu. he waved his arm in the air to catch [surname]'s attention as he headed into the gym.

[surname] returned the enthusiastic wave. suna wondered how her cheeks didn't hurt. "anytime, miya-kun!"

osamu flashed him a slanted smirk; if suna had had any strength left in him, he would've definitely smacked a ball into his face. he sighed with more volume than intended. yeah, osamu had entrusted the empty raisins container to him, he'd forgotten about that.

[surname]'s attention fell back on him. her eyes didn't burn and he was more than thankful. he pulled out the container from his bag, inching closer to her.

"what did you say that morning?"

she accepted her own belonging as if it were a gift made especially for her. he could see her fumbling around the archives in her head. "pears are noble fruit?" her lips puckered as she bit the inside of her cheek.

"before that."

"oh." she stopped to blink. "catawba."

"is that a color?" suna couldn't raise his voice any higher. he cringed at his own hesitance.

[surname]'s lips twitched. she tried holding back her smile. "yer catchin' on quick, ain't ya?"

the grin that broke out on her face was contagious. suna allowed a faint simper to settle on his mouth. he shrugged.

she walked down the steps, shoulders bouncing as she laughed. "yeah, s'a wine typa purple, the color of raisins. such noble fruit." her sharpened gaze didn't stab him when she stood right before him. "like you."

what?

"how can a—? i'm noble fruit?"

"yeah, you really are."

"what is that supposed to mean?"

"s'amusin' that ya still choose ta question my words." suna stayed quiet and allowed her chortles to wrap around him. "i've no proof, but neither doubts. yer noble fruit; take it or leave it. though i'd prefer it if you took it." her free palm rested on his shoulder after two pats.

"i'm noble fruit, i guess." he was mindful of his second-nature shrugging.

her hand stayed on him. "good to know." as sharp as her piercing eyes were, they clicked warmly into his own.

"are you going to tell me what you're on about? or do i have to guess?"

"it'll keep ya up at night?"

"probably." suna was more than disappointed in himself when he shrugged. she pulled her hand away.

[surname] hummed. "noble fruits're beneficial to the human body; they do us good. i think yer the same ta me." her glimmering grin softened into a smile.

"you phrased that weird."

"wouldja like to differ?"

"it's your call." his simper didn't budge as he chuckled. "if you want to think that, i can't stop you."

suna decided he liked her laughter better when it originated from her chest. she turned on her heels to climb back up the steps. "now i've proof and zero doubts. yer noble fruit, suna-kun, yer welcome."

"thank you."

"so fitting, too." her feet seemed to be made of weightless feathers. "purple and royalty and a noble knight in maroon tracksuit. or maybe i'm pushin' it."

suna blinked. just when he thought he was finally managing to keep up with her, she spouted more colorful nonsense he didn't know the name of. every conversation, a new surprise.

"[name]-chan!" called a voice from inside the gym. it didn't sound as shrill as shijiki's. "come back 'ere, girl, we ain't done yet!" whoever this voice was clapped her hands. [surname] puffed a giggle.

"club?" suna asked.

[surname] twisted her knife into his throat. he couldn't help but flinch. "naw, i'm helpin' out the dance club for the sports festival. since our band's busy with you guys, the team's in charge of puttin' on a show next month."

"sorry about that?" [surname] shrugged. "good luck, then."

"see ya tomorrow, suna-kun." she waved her fingers as a goodbye before skipping into the gym.

suna nodded. "see you," he mumbled in response while heading to his team.

#is there color in your world?#Haikyuu #Suna Rintarou #Suna Rintarou x Reader #Suna x Reader #Haikyuu x Reader

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chelleztjs18 · 2 years ago

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Hello you mrs. sourdough honey ham lady robin hood lefty eyebag. I can't with the little john nickname 🤣 it reminds me of lil jon.

How are you today?

Yessss and it's the square hashbrowns that's from the freezer section. It's so good. If I make into breakfast sandwiches, I use the everything bagel. But if it's by itself, I eat the cinnamon raisin one.

You an old lady, liking raisins in your oatmeal. Hahaha just kidding. So no milk? Nevermind you don't like milk..

I love cake donuts. But only the chocolate one. But if it's from Krispy Kreme, the original glaze is my favorite. How about you?

Don't tempt me, I do want to go to the restaurant. But now I have an impromptu appointment with the eye doctor because my glasses broke this afternoon. So I will be blind until Saturday lol

I think you did, and I don't think I gave you an answer 😅 I don't think I have a favorite herb.

Ugh yes, I remember trying not to step on the floor that has puddles. I think it's a mixture of water from the ocean and the blood of the dead.

Yes ahahahahaha that's how I pictured it! And you just looking at it with disgust because it's smelly and slimy.

It really depends where I go to camp. When I lived in Georgia, they had nice campgrounds up my the mountains. But in Nebraska, the first time I went camping, it kind of sucked because we were by the lake and I hated the area. Now I just want to camp if it's in a cabin or it's a nicer area, where it's green and less sand.

I sing myself to sleep. Just kidding God no. I do the same, or just lay in bed, start making stories, and usually after a bit I just pass out.

Would it bother you if I started asking questions about sex? Like more so about how you write it in your fics..

-CuriousGeorge

hello hello! I'm back..

hahaha lil' jon? now it's remind me his song with LMFAO "Shots", so u r the righty eyebag who likes taking shots! lol..n I'll be the eyebag who cheer n scream "shots! shots! shots! shots!" i hope u know the song, otherwise this joke won't be funny. :p

I'm okay. I'm in a mood swings. everything are iritating to me the whole day because it's that time of the month.

oh yeah i like that hashbrown too. it's kinda like the one from mcdonald but better. i like the plain bagel. not a fan of everything bagel because of the onion smell. ouh i really wanna try the cinnamon raisin one but im thinking what if i dont like it, nobody at home will eat it n i dont wanna waste it. so i keep buying the plain one.

yes i like raisins in my oatmel. i don't like milk? I like milk. in fact, my mom used to put milk in my oatmeal all the time and make it so creamy n put some sugar in it. n when it's done, she put some saltine crackers in it, n it's so good. hahaha

i just don't eat my oreos or brownies or cookies with milk. but i dont mind milk in other things. :D

cake donuts? what is cake donut? i eat donut when i was still in indonesia but when i got here i dont really eat them because i think they are too sweet n i dont like anything too sweet. but if i eat some donut here, i usually get the chocolate one with the bavarian cream in it. or the chocolate that looks like rope shape i think. i forgot what it's called.lol. other than chocolate maybe strawbery one. for me krispy creme r too sweet.

have u tried mochi donuts? it's so good. it's donut but a little more chewy than usual donut because of the different ingredients. try google it.

oh nooooo, that sucks! u dont hv an extra pair so u can wear it until u get a new one? I'm sorry. it's never fun when u cant find ur glasses or broke ur glasses. what happened? also how bad ur sight is without the glasses, what's the (-) number?

ah i see. well i think i told you that my favorite herbs is lemon grass, basil and cilantro

the blood of the dead, lol. i dont know why i think it's funny, especially with the dead fish i sent u earlier

ah i see,, either way, i dont like camping at all. :D

wait,making stories? are u a writer too? i can't believe i havent asked u this after been talking with u for a while.

yes, u can ask me about sex. I will answer it as long as i'm comfortable. just feel free to ask me, dont worry about it. :)

so what do u wanna ask?:)

Cheerio!

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sailor-cerise · 9 months ago

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You said hard to explain, and I think that's totally understandable -- so could you use examples as a starting point? (Here and/or with your doctor)

What are some specific things that you can and can't eat right now?

E.g. "I can eat plain chicken breast and I like it with ketchup, but I can't eat it if there's skin on it or it's too juicy"

"I like carrots but only raw. I don't feel good when I bite into a soft carrot"

Or general categories of issue, like "I can't eat any food that's too cold or too wet"

I'll put some of my issues and tricks below the cut, since I think I've gone on long enough as is and I'm not sure if that's helpful.

You're doing the right thing by trying to get your body the nutrients it needs <3

Generally, I try something in a safe space first, ideally with someone who will eat it if I don't and/or with a small portion, when I'm just a bit hungry rather than NEEDING food urgently. I take a sniff and then a small bite of the smell didn't make me nauseated.

If I don't like it but don't hate it, I'll try it again a few times, sometimes after a break.

If you find that all you like is Mac and cheese from one specific brand, eating enough of that is way better than eating nothing, and is a great starting point.

Some of my friends never were able to expand their diet, and so they take supplements for fiber and iron.

General thing I try: save a few bites of something I like or can tolerate, to have after the gross thing if I HAVE to eat it.

When possible, if eating something makes me feel nauseated, gagging, distressed, etc while I'm eating it, I stop eating it and have something else.

Always issues:

Slimy textures like mushrooms by themselves or lots of tomato, or some meat. I can counteract this to some extent with a carb like bread or rice

Too sweet. I usually have enough choice that I don't have to eat something too sweet, but if I don't and it's something savory (e.g. pasta with alfredo sauce) I add pepper and/or salt and/or something acidic (lemon, vinegar). If it's something like a donut and it's my ONLY option for food, I eat as little as I can.

Too creamy. Makes me nauseated. I have to alternate this with other foods and always save a

Too fatty. I handle this using all of the above techniques together.

American pickles. I just absolutely cannot.

Raisins in things. Too sweet, weird texture.

Organ meat (liver, tripe). Cannot. Texture or taste. Cannot at all.

Protein bars. Sickly sweet and bad after taste

Sometimes-problems:

Raw veggies are too crunchy but most cooked veggies are too squishy. They've got a tiiiiiny Goldilocks zone of being edible when I'm feeling sensitive to this.

Dark green veggies are too bitter

Fruit is either too cold and crunchy (apples) or too unreliable (berries) or too squishy and/or sweet (bananas)

Protein in red meat is sometimes inedible. Boneless white chicken is okay. Salami is easier than beef but harder than chicken to eat. Bacon is easier than sausage.

Cheese is sometimes too fatty and doesn't have enough carbs. Cheese on bread or crackers is edible.

Deli sandwiches. Sometimes they are revolting.

Prepackaged wheat bread. Sometimes good sometimes awful, even the same brand

Nuts. If I'm very hungry, these taste too fatty. I enjoy them otherwise

Smoothies are too cold and too slimy. This is less intense than most issues and I can almost always chug it down to get the nutrition if I need.

Meal replacement bars like Clif bars. There are only a few brands and specific flavors I can tolerate, like peanut butter or "superfood" flavor

Yogurt and cottage cheese. I love the taste but sometimes I can't eat these for years at a time.

Things that I can almost always eat:

Saltines

Soup, but I'm very picky about WHICH soup

Tuna salad (nothing sweet, no pickles/relish/raisins or I will cry or at least spit it out)

Fresh baked bread of almost any type

French fries

Mashed potatoes

Certain brands and flavors of potato chip - salt and vinegar is currently on this list, which is new

Peanut butter and jelly sandwich

Grilled cheese sandwich

Pasta with a non-creamy sauce (pesto, marinara, aribata) or just buttered

Most nutrients in food I need are on the "sometimes problem" list, so I do my best to have options. It means I carry more food on a trip because in the moment, I might not be able to stomach the peanut butter snack bar, for example.

You're not alone in having issues, and it might take some time but I bet you can find a way that works for you.

Ok, so I'm having trouble eating healthy food because of sensory issues that I don't know how to explain. Went to a nutritionist, she was no help. I don't think she understood what the problem was. I'm always hungry these days, which means (worryingly) I'm starting to ignore my hunger. My nails are always brittle and my hair keeps falling. I'm terrified I'm starting to get an ED or something. Any advice?

#Safe foods #Unsafe foods #autistic #Autistic things #Autistic adult

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flagellant · 2 years ago

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My Anger, or: Dinner Is On The Table And I Am Holding A Knife

(URL of asker censored to protect their identity from the current TERFs going around like a bad orange blight.)

I don't usually like responding to these sorts of asks. But I guess the question "How do you manage to have any faith in humanity left at all?" is one I'll keep getting asked, so here's my answer. I wrote an essay about it. Read it if you want, skip it if you don't, but it has my answer.

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Are you hungry? Food is my love language. I don't let people go hungry. Food is my love language. You need to eat well. I'm not going to let you not eat well. I made you this, I hope you like raisins. I can’t let you be hungry.

I don't do this because I am nice. I am furious. I am enacting with every loaf of bread and chicken breast and crushed almond nuts an act of terrible, irrevocable rebellion against the state. When I feed people I am throwing a brick at a cop at Stonewall, I am refusing to allow a system of cruelty to keep those around me hungry. I do this because the only way people will know that they're allowed to eat when they're hungry is if they're fed when they're hungry.

I love you. Have this half of my orange. Take a handful of chips. I made too much bread. I love you. Here, I have an extra banana. I don’t like this flavor, do you want it? Sure, you can have a bite, do you want some too? I love you recklessly and relentlessly and without reason. I love you violently and unrepentantly, have this apple, have this pear, have everything I can ever afford to give you and some of what I cannot, because I love you and therefore I must hate what makes you hungry.

I love you, and therefore, I must hate what makes you hungry.

Food is my love language. I won’t let people go hungry.

-Untitled poem, self. September 19th, 2022, 4:56pm.

Nearly everything I've written for the past four years was just saying the same thing over and over again differently.

In reincarnation matter is not created or destroyed. It is a fermenting apple fallen from the front yard tree, it is the soil mulch it becomes growing the next apple on its branch. It is made of cycles and closed loops. Reincarnation is an airplane in the sky which will never land.

There are smaller reincarnations, though. The memory of something so strong it aches your jaw? The heavy heart heaving blood across its body even after the running was done? The ghosts in that blood, the people you never became seven years ago? There are loops within these loops. The circles are more than circles.

I started cooking only a few years ago. The first thing I ever made was bread. Challah bread, and it was warm and motherly and raisin-filled. But the first thing I remember cooking was ciabatta. Me and mine would tear off hunks of loaf with our hands and stain our mouths red with laughter and vinegar. I am no longer theirs and they are no longer mine but that is my memory of them and I. My memory of that life is one where I knead the dough and bake the bread and laugh with them over and over.

All this is to tell you that every poem I write has been the same for four years, over and over, smelling like plastic armrests and ginger ale. It is all just saying in newer and stranger ways that I love you. I love you, I hope we both eat well.

-”Little Cramped Florida Apartment First Saturday Where I Found Milk And Honey”, self. January 6th, 2022. 11:49pm.

This last iteration of this narrative was the only one with something worthwhile to say. Anger is overwhelming for me. Let me tell you how I see myself in Sisyphus, pushing a hopeless boulder up a mountain. This time I will try to keep a better grasp on my boulder, which is that anger I am always, always feeling. I wish I could say, “I wish I was not an angry person”, but that isn’t who I am. To let go of that fury would leave me cold, and alone, and unsure of what to do. But those who are always angry have a duty to control that anger, make it a prism from which light can shine into and out of more brilliantly than before.

The past year has been about understanding who I am when my back isn’t against the wall. In some ways it’s more terrifying, having the responsibility of making a good life for myself from good foundations. But I remember with every second what it was like to live a life without the luck I’ve been given, and I see the people that get denied it every day. If anger is powerful, I want to use that anger. I want to wield it and make something so angry that everybody will be angry with me. An anger in a single direction, with one edge like a knife, to cut the world down the middle and into a better shape, and hand it to everyone like halves of an orange. I only have two hands to make any piece of art with, and I will only ever have (at most, at my most fortunate) two hands. But I don’t stand alone in being angry at this cruel, foolish world, the one which looks at children and teaches them “You are not worth anything, you have no value or sanctity just because you are human,” and laughs and calls us childish when we say we deserve better than that.

Because that’s the most formative thing about me of all. The selfish, bitter dregs of feeling hurt and betrayed by the world. The incredibly egotistical idea, “I deserved a better world”. Look at my past self and all of the cruel, flailing, foolish things I did–some on purpose, some not, all causing harm anyway–and think about what I could do about it.

I think that, on one hand, yes. I deserved better, objectively. There are things in my narrative that no one deserves the agony of. Beyond that, perhaps I deserved better circumstances.

But I think it doesn’t matter what I deserved in the past, good or bad. What matters more to me is not making the same mistakes in the future. I can’t allow myself to resent the people around me for being maybe a little bit more lucky than I was; there’s art to be made that could change the world. All of it is made out of anger. All of my past, all of my future, it can only ever be anger. Anger that creates, anger that cuts, anger that hardens, anger that stands in front of other people and walks the line for them.

Anger that stands in front of other people and walks the line for them. I’d almost like that to be the narrative I make for myself. To make a world in which I can say that the events that formed me most are not the ones which hardened me like lava to obsidian, proud like a boar. Instead, a world where I met its hard edges as gentle as I dared. You may have wondered why I sounded so different in the poems I write than the person I am, and the truth is almost simple.

I learned to write poetry to put to words all the things that I feel which I’m unable to understand or say. That’s the narrative I’ve been trying hard to tell you all, all this time, the one I want to write so badly and yet have no idea how to.

Writing about anger is so easy for me, except for that one kind, the kind I think I know for certain most defines my narrative, because I can never talk about it except in poems. It lives in me somewhere deeper than anything else, deeper than my heart, deeper than my soul. It can only come out in art, not in words. That anger lives in my belly and it growls like a great black dog every time it thinks it sees someone being hurt. I think that says the most about me that I’ll ever be able to say.

So we come back to the beginning for the end. As I wrote before; “There are loops within these loops. The circles are more than circles.” I had to try and write this essay three different ways, and this is the third way, the only one worth reading. It’s the only one where I’m angry in a way I think might do good in the world.

I really hope that whoever reads this can agree.

#my writing #my poetry #my essays #''what all at once?'' well actually yeah this time #long post #the short answer i guess i could give to your question is #''how do you still have any faith in humanity?''#because i have to. i have to. because if i don't have faith that people can be good and do good and choose good always if they could #then there's no fucking point in attempting any chance to make things better. if suffering and cowardice and bigotry and hatred and misery #are simply always and eternally going to win and never be something which can be defeated simply by saying ''i'm not giving up on you''#then no progress will ever be made towards good and i should put a bullet in my brain about it.#i don't have faith in humanity because i think it deserves that faith.#i have faith in humanity because i fucking need to believe that it could one day #and the only way that ''one day'' would get here is if i'm here right here making art baking bread and being angry #and trying to tell everyone to just be fucking kinder to each other.#that it's an option. that you can eat when you're hungry. that you can lie down when you're tired.#that if you are afraid that you've been wrong that you won't be punished for trying to do right.

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You've mentioned food enjoyed by young children, so let's go the opposite route; what are some foods from across Tamriel that are infamous for being Old People Food?

Ah, of course. There's always that food that inexplicably only old people like. I'm never here to knock anyone's favourite foods though, so here's a showcase of some of Tamriel's dishes most beloved by its aged population.

Altmer

Heron liver pâté is, in my opinion, the least palatable Altmeri food there is. Mushy yet inexplicably chewy, this pâté has a distinctly muddy smell and texture that old Mer seem to love. If you've still got teeth, it's common to dip grissini and crudités into the pâté, but if not, the pet food texture is fine to eat with a spoon.

Argonians

Older Argonians love their papaya! It's good for the health, and...bowels, especially? This mighty fruit is often pounded into a pulp with fresh turmeric root and scuttlebloom nectar, a bit like a very thick juice, and the mixture is happily inhaled by the geriatrics throughout Black Marsh. I love papaya, but not so much when it's served this way.

Bosmer

Timber mammoth milk soup is very much an old Mer dish in Valenwood. Simply put, it's just a bunch of meaty ingredients boiled until they fall apart in a soup base made from salty timber mammoth milk. The dish is definitely an acquired taste, from the slightly slimy yet frothy texture to the practically liquid meat bits.

Bretons

Master confectioners in High Rock are always in the business of pumping out sweets that almost nobody eats, bar the older population. Whether it's violet sweets, liquorice drops, musk sticks, or butter mints, for some reason, every Breton over the age of 60 develops an inexplicable craving for these sweets. I think I'll stick to lemon sherbets, personally.

Dunmer

I know that I talk about saltrice porridge a lot, but saltrice congee infused with ginseng and gingko nuts are right up there in terms of ancient Dunmer food. Add some pulled trama root (boiled until soft), pickled comberries, and ash-cured kwama egg, and you have a strongly herbal-scented meal with the texture of snot.

Imperials

While not as old people-y as most other dishes on this list, classic dishes, like my Emperor's Venison Fricassee, are hardly considered to be exciting food on the Cyrodiilic gastronomy scene. The humble fricassee is a palatable, if slightly boring dish with a stew-like texture, but doesn't contain any particularly strong flavours. Said to be the ultimate old-person dish in Cyrodiil.

Khajiit

Age isn't going to stop any Khajiit from imbibing moon sugar, but the way it's served is slightly different. Peanut soup, which is literally just a hot slurry made from boiled peanuts, is a nutritious dish often served for dessert. However, the taste is, at best, horrifically boring, and the only way to fix that is with lots of moon sugar. The end result is something akin to eating runny peanut butter, to which I can only politely say 'no thanks, Clan Mother'.

Nords

Just because we honour the older members of our communities in Skyrim doesn't mean that we're above making jokes about what they eat. If you think pickled fish is bad, try the trout that's been fermented in a barrel for a few months, then cut into slices and served atop flatbread with beets and sour cream. It sounds worse than it is, but this is the sort of food that makes me flash back to Granny Matilda's cottage when I was a child.

Orcs

The fact of the matter is that many Orcs don't live to see old age as an adversary, but those who do develop some curious dietary habits. Steamed potato pudding with wrathberry raisins is definitely one of them- a pungent dessert that's absolutely nobody's favourite besides probably the stronghold elders. It's basically a regular steamed pudding made from potato flour and densely studded with wrathberry raisins, something like a New Life pudding. Very filling, kind of bland, and perfect for the geriatric Orsimer in your life.

Redguards

A mild Alik'r curry made with snake eggs and okra would be my pick when it comes to describing the favoured food of elderly Redguards. Whole boiled snake eggs and slices of okra float in a thin goat's milk-based curry, which is served with a side of cous cous or rice. It's simple food, but so bland and boring you'd hardly recognise it as Redguard cuisine.

#Asks #Food #Elderly #old people #Tes #the elder scrolls #cooking #food #World building #Worldbuilding

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