#who wants to be reminded of peas and carrots

[petrock-rambles]

This is very nice, but I'd still need one calmer looking room to relax in when I'm feeling anxious. Also, there are a lot of comments about how this is AI-generated, and... I think y'all might be going too far with your hatred of AI? AI is not bad. Misuse of AI to cut artists out of projects is bad. This? This actually makes the job of the interior designer easier. Interior designers of all stripes (Architects, set designers, interior decorators, etc) have to build models of rooms, either in a computer or in a physical room, so they can show things to their clients and get the client to pick things. And clients have to have ideas they can bring to the interior designer: "Hey, I want something like this. Hey, I want something like that." This will let them spitball ideas with their clients faster before they go to build the computer models or decorate actual rooms. Bonus, when they go to build the computer or physical model, they'll have references to draw from, which is always a big help.

Don't hate on AI every time AI is used. Consider each case on whether its use hurt or helped someone. Abusus non tollit usum.

Groovy

[stop-talking]

No Abby, we're not getting ice cream.

Silly little fic about Mike and Abby going shopping. (Mike's POV)

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: Mike & Abby, bonding, sibling love, fluff, Mike's POV, pre-movie.

This is just a cute little one-off about Mike being the single mother he is. I love him.

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Mike watched as Abby swung a leg over the side of the shopping cart and climbed in. She was getting a little too big for this, taking up nearly the entire cart. Oh well. Not like he could afford to buy much anyways.

"Okay Abbs, remind me what we're here for?" He asked, giving the cart a solid push to get it rolling.

"Dinner."

"And that means?"

"No asking for junk." Abby droned the words off in a monotone voice, and gave him a flat look. She didn't like to go shopping unless there was something in it for her, Mike knew, but he didn't exactly have anyone home to watch her.

"Here, you wanna hold the list for me?" He offered her a little yellow notepad and a pen from his pocket in an attempt to cheer her up. She eyed him for a moment, then snatched it up and started to doodle on the shopping list.

Mike sighed as he looked down at his little sister. Yeah, she was definitely a little too old to be in the buggy. She stopped fitting in the little seat up front years ago, so now she sat in the main area, legs scrunched to make room for groceries.

He probably should let her walk, but she had a tendency to... wander. And give Mike heart attacks. He always spent too long deciding what to get, or so Abby had told him. Sometimes he'd get lost in thought while calculating the best deal on a can of soup or the like, and realize too late that Abby was no longer by his side.

This usually resulted in him running through the isles and yelling her name, much to Abby's embarrassment. Hell, it embarrassed him too, but he'd rather be embarrassed than end up losing her.

"Hellooo, Mike? Earth to Mike?"

He snapped back into focus as Abby impatiently tapped the metal shopping cart with her pen.

"You passed, like, three things we need. Turn around."

Mike huffed and turned the cart around as dramatically as possible, slinging his sister back with the sudden change in direction. He got weird looks from a couple other shoppers, but it earned him a laugh from Abby, so he didn't care.

"What did I miss? Onions?" He tried to lean over and peek at the grocery list as he wheeled the cart back towards the produce section.

"Hey! You said I could hold the list." Abby held the yellow notepad to her chest protectively, determined not to let him see it.

"Fine. But no funny business. We're only getting what I wrote on there, got it?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just take us that way." Abby waved a dismissive hand in the general direction she wanted him to go, and Mike listened.

"Potatoes, onions, and... co... ca... con...?" She squinted at the list, struggling to read one of the words.

"Carrots." Mike corrected her, already putting a bag of potatoes into the cart.

"Your handwriting is terrible. Aren't grown-ups supposed to write better than toddlers?"

"Maybe you could read it better if you hadn't drawn all over the list already."

Abby stuck her tongue out at him, and the corners of Mike's mouth twinged up into a slight smile.

"Where to next, little lady?"

"The... can isle?"

"You don't sound very sure."

"Just push the cart, mule."

Mike stopped smiling at that. Brat.

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"You want corn or peas tonight?" Mike held out two cans to Abby, who pointed to the corn. He dropped it into the cart.

"Can we get soup too?" She reached out to grab a can, but Mike was already wheeling her into the next isle.

"We have some at home."

"Yeah, cream of mushroom. Who even eats that?"

"You do. Every time I make casserole."

"...gross."

Mike chucked to himself as they rounded the corner into the freezer section.

"What did we need from here again?"

Abby quickly scanned the list, they were most of the way through it now.

"Fish sticks... and ice cream."

Mike paused. One of those things was definetly not on the list.

"Abby. We're not getting ice cream."

"But it's on the list!" She held up the grocery list, which she'd apparently made many edits to. It has little doodles all over it, some items have been crossed off, and she'd added a couple things of her own.

Before he could argue back, a young girl, probably around five years or so, pointed and shouted something at Abby.

"Look, Mommy! Isn't she too old for the buggy?"

The girl's mother, who looked truly mortified, tugged the girl along by her arm and hissed something about it being rude to point.

Abby stuck her tongue out at the little girl, but Mike turned to her mother. She looked tired. He could understand that. He could also understand raising a little hellspawn.

He tried to give her a reassuring smile, but he must not have done a very good job. The woman just turned and sped off, dragging her child around the corner and out of sight. Damnit.

"Chocolate or strawberry?" While he wasn't looking, Abby had leaned over the side of the cart and poked through the freezer.

"Chocolate." He finally relented, sighing as his little sister happily placed a carton of ice cream in the cart. Oh well. They hadn't bought any in a month or so.

"Thanks Mike! You're the best!" Abby blinked up at him with a false innocence. He saw through her little act.

"Yeah, yeah. We're not getting any other unnecessary crap." He grumbled, but still found it hard to fight back a smile. Why did she have to be so cute, even when she got on his nerves?

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They bought other unnecessary crap.

Two boxes of cereal, a bag of chips, and a half-gallon of chocolate milk later, Mike blinked down at the total. Nearly fifteen dollars over budget. Damnit.

He handed the lady at the register a few bills with a tired smile. Oh well. He'd just skip lunch at work for the next couple days to make up for it. Mall food was over-priced anyways.

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"Do the thing!" Abby pleaded with him, making a truly pitiful pout as he pushed the cart out of store, with her still in it.

"What thing?"

"You know. The thing."

Mike rolled his eyes, but complied. He put one foot on the underside of the cart, and used the other to push off, sending it flying through the parking lot. Abby squealed in delight, which made him smile.

The damn thing would probably tip over if she wasn't sitting on the opposite end to balance things out. As it rattled through the uneven pavement, It teetered, as if threatening to do just that.

"Don't get used to this." Mike started, scraping his shoe along the pavement to slow them as they approached his beat-up Honda Accord.

"We're not getting all this junk next time."

Abby pretended his scolding got through to her, hanging her head as she helped him load groceries into the car.

Mike pretended to believe his words too, but he knew as well as she did that their next shopping trip would go much the same way.

Brat.

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Author's note: Thanks for all the love on my last fanfic?? Part one got 100 notes?? I'll post the first chapter of a Derek Danforth fic soon, so stick around. I just had this in my drafts for the past few days. I love Mike & Abby's relationship so much <3

[that--unusual-person]

Hi so I saw that one anon who talked about shaking Starscream in a jar and feeding him cucumbers and couldn't agree more. Your art is so crunchy and reminds me oddly of an old journal discovered in an apocalyptic world that contains the Big Information TM. Your style is incredible and I'm highly inspired by it. It feeds directly into my little monkey brain love of dire situations like in Subnautica, HZD/FW, or the trailers for TFR. Just incredible and I always look forward to seeing more of your concept sketches and whatnot. As for the initial thing I said about putting Starscream in a jar and feeding him cucumbers- I want to put him in a rectangular glass container and give him crackers, cheese, cucumber, and ghost pepper and see what happens. Can he even taste spice? Can Cybertronians taste the agony of 1 million Scoville Heat Units? If he doesn't like peas I'm going to make him play Subnautica on the hardest difficulty. Then I'm going to shove him in a room full of blankets and force him to become a burrito. I also want to give Shockwave a playlist of insane youtubers doing stupid shit (micheal reeves, styropyro, nile red, electroBOOM) and lock him in a room with a bunch of microwaves and tools to see what happens. Will he be able to make a weapon of mass destruction out of microwaves? probably. Soundwave,, aur I want to put him in the same situation as Starscream but also I want to shove him into a pit of cat stuffed animals. Just a room full of a bunch of cat stuffed animals. Then make him listen to the wii theme for 10 hours interrupted by the occasional vine boom. Whirl Needs to punt carrots. If you read all of this I question your sanity and wish you have a lovely day/night ^^ - Cosmic anon too shy to use account

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[hippolotamus]

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Buck returns the following day, like he said he would, continuing to do so for weeks. He learns Lucy’s schedule, what days she’s tending the cart, and makes it a point to see her.  He always arrives with the same question. She continues to leave him with the same answer. It becomes a bit of a running joke. He asks her to marry him and she tells him ‘no’. Sometimes, to add variety, she’ll say something like ‘if you can tell me my cat’s name, I’ll consider it’. It’s through these comments he begins to learn more about her. The first thing being that she doesn’t actually own a cat.  She tells him that her favorite color is aquamarine blue because it reminds her of the ocean, how she would like to travel more in the future; that she likes peas, corn and carrots, but not when they touch or mix together. Lucy proudly shares that she can drink most men under the table, and is exceptionally skilled at cards.  Buck also learns the history of Donato’s Flowers. It was started by Lucy’s grandparents, James and Emma, as a stall in Reading Terminal Market. Lucy’s mother had died in childbirth, and her father was either working or gambling, leaving Lucy with her grandparents most of the time.

She eventually tells Buck about going with them to the market as soon as she could walk, and helping when was strong enough to do so. How she would be rewarded by being allowed to pick out candy from the enormous bins several rows over from their stall.  “My sister used to take me there when we were kids,” he admits wistfully one October day. He hadn’t meant to say anything about Maddie, too afraid of tearing open the hole in his chest that never quite heals completely. But he did let it slip, so he doesn’t see any point in trying to hide it now. “We would get pastries and hot cider, or lemonade. Then we would walk around and she would make up stories about the different people we saw.” “Stories?” Lucy raises an eyebrow at him, a curious lilt to her voice. “Like what?” Buck takes a moment, letting his eyes flutter closed and breathing in the scent of chrysanthemums, roses, and fallen leaves. He pictures a maze of wooden booths that offer almost anything a person could want — meats, cheeses, bolts of fabric, cakes, pies, toys, and so much more than he can remember.  “There were always so many people bustling around. So much activity,” he recalls, his eyes still closed. “Haggling with vendors or trying to keep children in line. Then there were the out-of-towners. Easy to spot because of the way they would wind through the whole place, looking at anything and everything. I’m sure you know what I mean.” Buck huffs quietly, surprised by how easily the details come back. “Anyway, she would tell me to pick someone and then say they were a duchess who ran away from home. An undercover spy out for lunch. A pirate gathering supplies before going back out to sea. Absolutely ridiculous tales that would make us laugh until our sides hurt.” He opens his eyes to a world that’s very empty of Maddie and all the joy she brought him, and feels his heart break anew. Lucy watches him, equal parts fond and concerned.  “At any rate, that was more than you wanted to know,” he babbles. “Your cart is clearly no longer at the market. Tell me more about how it became this?”

[mariacallous]

My #BLEWISH ancestry shows up in different ways. My maternal DNA is Ashkenazi-Russian Jewish. On the paternal side, like many African Americans, my ancestors are a swirl of Black, Native American, and European White — largely German, though I don’t know how much of that was added to the mix consensually.

Rosalyn and Kelly, my parents, were married in Seattle, Washington long before the Supreme Court made unions like theirs fully legal throughout the United States. But unlike many interracial couples, they grew up together during the Depression in North Minneapolis, where Black people and Jewish people were “allowed” to live side by side.

My parents divorced when I was two, just before my younger brother was born. Mom raised us in the very diverse Central Area of Seattle, which (pre-gentrification) was where many Black and Asian people resided.

My mother was proud of her Jewish heritage. While she wasn’t religiously observant, she did send my brother and I to Hebrew school. “I want you to learn about my people’s history, culture, and beliefs,” she explained.

Food was my mother’s love language and a form of spiritual expression. Everything from the simplest dishes to elaborate meals were always cooked to perfection. Most Sundays, she turned out a soul food feast with chicken (baked, not fried), collard greens, candied yams, rice, and often black-eyed peas. Sometimes she even threw in a sweet potato pie. My father had tutored her in creating these delicacies during their years together.

When it came to traditional Jewish dishes, she didn’t cook many, though she’d rhapsodize about her mother’s knishes, rugelach, and schmaltz. But she was serious about her chicken soup. She cooked it old school: a whole chicken, plump chunks of carrots, silvered slices of celery, and plenty of “nature’s antibiotics:” onion and garlic. Sometimes she added noodles; other times, rice. One thing was certain: Mom’s chicken soup was a powerful healing elixir for body, mind, spirit, and soul. And true to form, she whipped some up and administered it at the first sign of any illness.

My approach to cooking is more serviceable than spiritual, and I don’t have my mom’s gift for making everything flawless. But I have carried on the traditions of two cherished dishes: collard greens and chicken soup. My now-grown son and daughter request and expect collard greens for every holiday meal, and they grew up eating chicken soup as a cure-all. Their adult palates are more vegetarian–vegan, so the chicken soup tradition might well end with my generation. But the spirit of healing chicken soup lives on in spirit and memory. Who knows, maybe they’ll come up with a non-poultry option.

Every New Year’s Eve, my mother cooked collards and black-eyed peas, and made sure we all ate at least a little before midnight. “The greens are for money, and the peas for good luck,” she’d remind us. I didn’t realize how deeply this was rooted in African American tradition until I moved to the South.

I thought all the mothers of Mixed-Black children were experts at preparing soul food. It wasn’t until I was grown that I realized how extraordinary my mother was. As my brother and I brought people from different places into our multicultural home, I watched in amazement as she mastered their traditional dishes as well from lumpia and adobo for my brother’s Filipina girlfriend to berbere and Doro Wot for my Ethiopian beau.

My mother’s eclectic approach to culinary expression taught me a lot about being from a mixed-race background. Her kitchen was a living laboratory of what we now call diversity. She learned and then produced the dishes from different cultures with reverence and seasoned them with love. They mirrored her approach to people and life: open-minded and open-hearted with a hearty appreciation for the cultural spice of life.

Unlike my late mother, I normally take shortcuts in the kitchen. But chicken soup and collard greens are sacred, and require elaborate rituals, often taking a couple of days. I clear my counters and my schedule, and savor the opportunity to commune with my parents and to reflect on the paths of their ancestors that brought them together in a rule-breaking love with the audacity to produce children who were destined to live outside the lines.

And when I place small amounts of those special dishes upon my ancestral altar, I give special thanks for the vision, heart, and culinary prowess of a mama who spoke — and cooked — Yiddish and jazz.*

Note: Use your favorite seasonings to flavor your greens. Lawry’s Seasoning Salt is popular and Seasonest (sold in Whole Foods and online) is a Black family-owned alternative with all-natural ingredients.

*I borrowed the phrase, “a mother who speaks Yiddish and jazz” from my #BLEWISH sister-author Lisa Jones and her wonderful book “Bulletproof Diva“.  

[the-grey-stickfox]

The beginning mini part 2- (Canon path) Breaking the Bank

Fox had gotten settled in pretty quickly, having only a duffel bag for the majority of his things, though for Henry he was a little skeptical on this considering the plethora of equipment he had stashed away in his pockets. But he didn’t want to judge based on appearances…so far Fox seemed to be pretty…calming to Henry, like he can be a bit at ease with him.

“So Uhh….whatcha cooking up there? That’s quite a bit of stuff…” Henry was leaning to the side trying to get a better peak of what fox had, not wanting to get to close to be respectful, plus he definitely doesn’t have any expertise in the kitchen. Besides microwaveable foods and easy to cook meals.

“Whipping up some apritadas, it’s a Filipino meat dish that’s got chicken, bell peppers, potatoes with peas and carrots, tomato paste and steamed white rice to go with it.” Fox said while moving quickly, and efficiently. “Always gotta have a good meal in ya before something big like what we’re doing, and it’s gotta be done right.” Fox looked back to Henry with one eye giving him a small smirk before focusing on the dish, cutting up the vegetables while the chickens in a pot starting to boil a little bit.

“Huh…that’s a lot.” Henry fidgeted his fingers slightly before pretty much plopping onto his bed, taking in the smells of the vegetables fox was cutting up. Sitting on the bed in a bit of silence he looked at fox’s duffel bag for a second. “Say…how many of these kinds of jobs have you done before…?” Henry slowly shifted his eyes too fox, a bit hesitantly.

“Hmm..enough to be pretty chill about it, worked by myself, with others, lost count honestly.” Fox had a nonchalant tone and shrug at this point not too concerned about Henry being a cop. “Hehe, what you trying to get some sort of confession out of me?” Fox looked back at Henry this time turning his body a bit with a small smirk on his face.

“Ah-no-no I’m not a-“

“I’m just pulling your leg man, I know your not a some undercover dude. Otherwise I’d have taken you down already or just never answered your post.” Fox chuckled tossing a bell pepper seed at Henry, who half heartily avoided it.

“Hehe…good one, so…then let me rephrase the question, how long have you been doing this sort of thing? If your pretty good at telling…you know what.” Henry scooted back a bit getting more adjusted and comfortable on the bed as he was genuinely curious about fox’s expertise.

“Honestly, just like the last question I lost count, been doing this for years, even when I was in middle school honestly.” Fox had a small chuckle, little reminder that even back in his school days he was still up to trouble but kept his good grades.

Henry began to chuckle a bit before fox lifted a finger up as he poured the tomato paste in the pot.

“Just because I’m helping you with this doesn’t mean I’m taking the reins. Your the boss, this is your operation, we follow your plans, and if you need some advise or help, I’ll tell you what I know. Think since this is literally your first gig, you need as much experience as you can get, so if we get caught…that’s on you man.” Fox turned his head to Henry lifting one brow slightly.

“Ah- I uhh…umm..I’ll do my best to not let ya down then…” Henry’s chuckles immediately shifted into a nervous one, as he started to low key panic as he doesn’t have a big plan but a bunch of tools and equipment he just got together for the heist.

“Hmm…good, and you know that we’re the only ones paying for a room out in this motel right? I checked with the front before calling you. Don’t gotta be super secretive Henry.” Chuckling a bit as he grew a small smile while adding some black pepper and other seasoning to the pot and stirring it up a little.

“Ah-n-no I didn’t know that, but…can never be to careful right?? What if someone shows up later and overhears us talking about something important??” Fox shaking his head lowered the heat a bit on the pot and walked over to Henry standing where his feet was dangling at the side of the bed.

“Henry, we’ll here them if they pull up, or are walking in our area, it was pretty tough to keep my footsteps quiet when I first got here you know. So chill out alright? No one’s gonna hear us, and I’ll keep a ear out in case anyone does happen to be coming our way. Sound good?” Fox offered a fist bump which left Henry a bit confused before he hesitantly returned the fist bump smiling a bit.

“Yeah…that sounds good.” He found himself chuckling a bit out of a nervous habit but….the chuckle itself didn’t feel so nervous, at least to him it didn’t, fox meanwhile still felt a bit of Henry’s nervousness. “Alright, in that case ima get back to cooking alright. Try not to worry to much about impressing me or something for the job, we get in, get the money, then get out.”

Henry sat there in silence, pretty dang glad that he managed to luck out in getting a experienced thief to team up with him, but he’d be lying if he wasn’t nervous to mess up or look like a totally idiot in front of the guy… meanwhile fox was actually starting to look forward to the heist a bit more, strangely enough the prospect of working with someone totally new to this added a new layer of challenge he never even thought about. “Hehehehe..This oughta be fun.” Fox found himself chuckling quietly.

~To be continued~

[k1ttylutz]

nov 21 log .・゜-: ✧ :-

intake : f@st

steps : 14.2k

burned : 748

today was a good day!

i started a 10 day di3t and day 1 is a water f@st. i went to work and work was meh! it wasn’t too bad but i hate work so.

it snowed today! the snow didn’t stay tho it’s all pretty much gone but i loooove winter and snow. i really want uggs, my boyfriend said he’d buy me uggs and i’m so excited. i finally bought an actual winter coat, i’ve never had an actual winter coat. i got it from costco :3 it’s super warm and actually pretty flattering on my body. my limit tomorrow is 200 so i’m probably gonna have some fruits. i have some watermelon and strawberries ! i might have some carrots as well.

i’m getting my nails done tomorrow! i haven’t decided on what to get tho :( i want maybe some pink ones with bows or maybe some white ones. not entirely sure tho!

even tho yesterday i binged i’m feeling so motivated today. i will reach my ugw!!!! i can feel myself re-entering my honeymoon phase (i’m manifesting… speaking it into existence) i need to control myself. i keep reminding myself that taste is temporary!

i’ve been watching mukbangs like crazy recently. they used to make me binge like almost always but idk something about them make me feel better recently. i’m obsessed with this one girl who does mac and cheese mukbangs and she adds peas and carrots to her mac and cheese and it looks sososo yummy.

i keep thinking about what i’m gonna do for thanksgiving,, half of me says to f@st for a few days before and maybe a few after and let myself e@t what i want and the other half of me is saying to e@t as little as possible. i’m not sure. thanksgiving food is my weakness. i don’t know what to do!!! i’m afraid i’m gonna go crazy and e@t so much and then feel incredibly guilty afterwards.

anyways. that’s all i have to talk about today, will be dreaming of what i’m going to have for lunch tomorrow!!

good night (^‿^✿)

[pakapikutaja]

To Court a Fat Hen

To court a fat hen you need cakes of blue berry batter and milk from the sweetest largest ewe.

To court a fat hen you need not gift her asparagus, broccoli, nor tempt her with the most honeyed carrots (such a foul trick that is). She will click her tongue in dismay, and turn her head away. Leaving the well-meaning courter to wonder why she doesn’t want the leeks he grew himself. Why does she not accept the milk from peas? So he walks away, dolefully, knowing he couldn’t take the hand of one of the most beautiful hens in the land.

The next day, many more cocks come to try and court the mysterious beauty that birds have chirped about all throughout the neighbouring villages and kingdoms alike. Some were humble farmer's sons, who have known nothing but gardening and selling such produce to the markets every week. Earning enough for at the very least, grain. The hen was not interest. Some were princes, with ties of the softest suede, and hats of the most luxurious felt. And some, bearing a sort of title not of a well fed prince, but not of a hard-working rooster either, but of a generous and humble shop keep somewhere in town - chaos central. They were the most confident that they’d win the wing of the finest hen in all the lands near and far.

And rejection after rejection. The lovely hen thought she may as well stay up on her nest on the most beautiful tree, and continue to dream of a flavoursome velveteen cake that tasted like sugary heaven! Oh the images that she let flow sweetly through her mind were unstoppable. For the feathered beauty could think of less than the sweet tastes of sugar in all it’s irresistible forms. Oh yes these were the thoughts that ran through her head. Until… two cocks clicked towards her, though, with great relief she had, they had not so rudely attempted to climb on the tree themselves as others have done, but they stayed down on ground near the grass and the peonies, as if accepting their place as well as hers. She was smitten.

One cock was of emerald green feathers, plucked so nicely you’d think he had many a hen maids wing in helping with such a well groomed chore. And the other, sleek greying feathers - an older cock. He reminded her of the clouds before a deep dark rain, but more so of the comfort and delight of finding the flowers well watered afterwards. He was a long and strong roost, and held his head up with a gentle yet cocksure nature. She was enamoured.

The emerald hen, with his feathers shining ever so brightly, daring to challenge the sun herself, cleared his throat, demanding the lovely hen's attention once more to be on him. And so he got it, and very attentively too. As she looked and admired his spotted tail feathers as it flicked with grace and confidence.. maybe.. just too much confidence, she thought. But the work of such beautiful feathers caught her attention again, and she stared into his golden eyes with awe. Was this true love? Surely it was!

“What could such a handsome man be offering me, a beautiful hen?” She thought so in her head. “Oh, he must have baked numerous pies just to get one recipe perfectly right. For me!” She almost squealed with such a thought at the amount of sugar in each pie, she smiled, seemingly ready to float down and accept his wing greedily, that is.. until…

The green gallivant, glowing with pride, pulled out a big strong leek from his back, and into his beak he showed it off in different angles, yet no angle would cure the beauty from the shock she had endured. A leek!! A leek! She had never felt so insulted in all her life! Among the tomatoes and carrots and some potatoes that could plausibly tempt her - this crow gifts her a LEEK!! She scoffs, turning her head towards the sky, refusing to face him any longer than she had! And suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, as he huffed so ungratefully and walked away, his feathers were a lot less beautiful, and a lot more like that of MOLD!

And as she sulked and puffed up feathers and huffs of warm breath in the crisp winds, she noticed she wasn’t alone. Oh, who could be so rude as to disturb her woes? Her sorrows? Surely they are aware that she’s busy! But the bird didn’t speak, nor did he try and gain her attention. So the hen, so lovely is she, looked down from up her tree, and saw that it was still the greyed older cock who closed his eyes, not wanting to offend such an enamouring sight. And in his beak.. oh my! In his beak! She had been so distracted by the loveliness of another, that she hadn’t noticed what he held in his beak! My goodness! Let me tell you what it was:

It was a beautiful cake dotted with all kinds of healthy berries. And she wooed and she cooed and she wooed. Not wasting any more time than she already had, she jumped right down and into the handsome cocks arms as he smiled sheepishly, finally meeting her gaze. And as he turned to walk down the forest path, he strained, not expecting her to be so heavy. Even so, he carried her strong towards his cock-house as she stuffed the cake noisily into her mouth.

And that is how you woo a fat hen. Not tempting her with healthful snackings of sprouts from brussels to beans so presumptuously. Nor the offer of a fanciful roosters wing to come walk far along the banks of a river. But to subtly give her what she yearns for, and in due time, in a healthy such way so that maybe, just maybe, her teas filled with sugar cubes and honey becomes less and less..

Maybe..

The end!

[fuck-customers]

So I was put on my own tonight in my section. I'm rightfully pissed off because it's a Friday, one of our busier nights. I tell the chefs upstairs I'm 86ing some of the harder to make items because I do not have time to be the order taker, cook and barista as is and these items will make it worse. They're fine with it so whatever.

However, the amount of bastard customers I had complaining because they couldn't get an over priced, sad as hell burger was baffling. Like, my dude, there is literally a 24/7 burger place DOWN THE STREET. If you're craving a burger at 1am that bad maybe, idk, WALK THE 10 STEPS THERE. Better yet, buy the ingredients and go home to make it yourself you lazy fuck.

I have empathy for customers who act like their lives are sooo hard because they couldn't get the food they wanted. Cry me a river, I've been sweating over grills and fryers running around taking care of people BY MYSELF for 9 hours thus far. You don't have access to like 3 things from our menu of 20+ items? Oooh poor baby, life is soooo hard for you.

Customers can lick my entire taint.

That reminds me of when I worked in the deli. Our manager would put out sides on random days. Like one day it’ll be corn, green beans, and potato wedges. Others it’ll be peas, carrots, and corn bread. I guess she based it on what main items she put out. But whatever it was there would always be customers we all called “old crows”. They were the older people that came in and nothing was ever good enough. The ham wasn’t sweet enough, the turkey was too dry, etc. they came in every day because the retirement community would run busses to our store every weekday. The old crows would stand at the case looking it over and we’d ask them if they needed help they would say not yet and keep looking. Sometimes they would take a few minutes, sometimes longer. They were looking at what we had out and trying to remember what was here yesterday that’s not here today and decide to want the missing item and only the missing item. And they would through such a tantrum if they didn’t get what they wanted. 

The store manager decided it was pointless to argue because if they didn’t get what they wanted made they would find him and yell. If they still didn’t get it they would call corporate would would of course tell us to make the customers happy and make what they wanted. So of course we started making the item they wanted and if they were still here when it was done (because if the bus left before it was ready they would have to leave and they would always call and complain to corporate) we would give them the item and be done with it. Except every single  time without fail they would always HIDE THE DAMN ITEM! They would never buy it! They would put it behind the canned goods, or stick it in a freezer somewhere. I really hated that store and swore I’d never work at another near a retirement community again. 

-Rodney

[slow-burn-sally]

A list of ways to work on improving health without cutting out foods or eating smaller portions of foods:

This is a not at all completely inclusive list of things I’ve learned about weight inclusive health. 

Get more movement into your day. This could include going to a gym, doing a workout/yoga video, dancing in your room to music, cleaning the house, taking a walk, playing with your kids, playing with a pet, painting the bedroom a different color. You decide what feels good movement wise and do it. No one should be telling you how much or how often. And if movement is tough? DON’T DO IT. It may help you feel better, more flexible, stronger and improve your mood, but it is not your responsibility to move around more, and many people have limits to how much they can move around based on disability, financial situation and a host of other factors, so this is highly personal. Diet culture says go go go! Push push push! You can literally just do your laundry. That’s movement.

Drink more water. If you feel slow or tired, sometimes you might be dehydrated. Add a glass or two of water into your day. Ignore people who tell you you have to drink 8 tall glasses to be healthy. Fuck that. Just drink more water if you’re able to. It helps with a plethora of crappy feelings. 

Add more fresh fruits and vegetables to your diet. Look, not everyone likes fruit and vegetables, and if you don’t, don’t force yourself to eat more. But if you enjoy them, you can always toss vegetables into a meal. And feel free to cook them however you like. Saute carrots in butter. Dip snap peas in hummus or a salad dressing of your choice. Throw frozen spinach or broccoli or okra into pasta sauce. Toss some blueberries or raspberries onto your ice cream. 

The important thing is that you don’t have to replace anything in order to eat more nutrient dense or vitamin rich foods. Diet culture tells us to cut out cake and eat salad instead. I am suggesting eating cake AND salad. And make sure your salad is tasty and exactly to your liking. Add feta and crispy noodles and cranberries and olives and whatever you want to your salad and have that creamy dressing.This adding-things advice also goes for things like nuts and seeds and tofu and other foods that we sometimes eat because of their nutrients as well as their taste. Make sure eating the thing is enjoyable. Do not suffer for your vegetables.

Work on your emotional health. This is said with the understanding that  mental illness, which may require therapy and medication is not always something a person can just “work on”, so I am not saying “improve your mental illness! It’s easy!” I’m not saying “fix yourself emotionally to feel better” because fixing yourself isn’t a thing people can just do. 

What I am saying is that spending time with friends we enjoy seeing, petting our cat or dog, snuggling with a partner or good friend, watching a movie we love, baking, cooking, these things are a part of “health” too, and a vital part. Mental and emotional well being is something diet culture completely ignores. In fact it actively works to degrade mental and emotional health by telling people repeatedly that the size and shape of their bodies is something they need to fix. Fuck that noise. Do things that bring you joy. That might be taking a long, peaceful walk in the woods while listening to your favorite podcast, or sharing pizza with friends, or watching your favorite movie for the 10th time. Or making cupcakes from a box mix. Start seeing things that give you pleasure as purely pleasurable, and not as an excuse to beat yourself up for not doing diet culture thing A, B or C. 

Other things that are more difficult to accomplish can be put in this category as well. Building strong yet flexible personal boundaries. Managing time and energy resources. Making a list of doable chores or things you’ve been putting off and ticking them off one by one. Not looking at magazines full of airbrushed, thin models and maybe checking out some plus size hotties in the media or listening to a body positive podcast. Not going bathing suit shopping on a day when you feel extra negative about your body. Being kind and giving yourself a break. All of this falls under “work on emotional health” too. 

Emotional health is routinely ignored within the structure of diet culture. Dieting (lets be honest, self starvation), and the whole “hate yourself because you’re fat” diet culture mentality is deeply damaging to a person’s mental well being, and no one includes that in studies on weight and health. 

I’ve gone on long enough, but I felt the urge to put this stuff out there. I need reminding of this stuff too. 

[lottiebagley]

Space Girl- George Weasley

Space Girl, show me the stars You know the galaxies of my heart

George Weasley was not excited for his first astronomy lesson of the year. He'd agreed to do the class simply because he needed to fill his timetable and it seemed more enjoyable than history of magic.

That's what he had told Fred at least.

In reality he had opted for astronomy for one specific reason. Y/N Y/L/N. She was a shy Hufflepuff girl and although he had never spoken to her George was absolutely enamoured with her.

So, as he dreaded the lecture ahead he tried to remember that this cloud had a silver lining, and it was a silver lining that was absolutely worth it. This was all confirmed when he walked into the astronomy classroom and saw her.

She was sat at a desk at the back of the room. Her hair twirling round her finger as she studied the open text book in front of her, seemingly unaware of the chaos around her. George noted happily, that none of her friends seemed to be in the class and rather than asking to sit with Angelina and Katie like he had been planning he figured what the hell and went for it.

"Hey, is it alright if I sit here?" He questions, willing his cheeks to not flush red when he looks up at him

"Oh, of course you can George," she nods, moving her stuff to the left to make room for him. He feels his heart leap at her knowing that it was him and not Fred.

"How did you know?" He questions, head cocking to the side to look at her better. He smiles slightly at the bright red flush on her cheeks.

"You aren't that hard to tell apart," she shrugs

"Our own mother can't always do it," he pesters, he's genuinely intrigued how she seemed to know so easily.

"Uh, okay then. You're slightly taller so when you are together I could always work out who was who. From there I just kind of noticed little things, you have two freckles on your neck, Fred has a scar above his eyebrow. Your face is slightly longer, your nose is a little longer and has that cute little bump in it, your hair falls completely differently and your lip has a little curl in it. But the easiest way is that you have a different vibe about you," She rambles like it's the most obvious thing in the world and George himself wouldn't haven't been able to explain the physical differences so well.

He's pretty sure his heart melted on the spot.

"You should tell my mum all of this," he smiles gently, not knowing how to respond and explain that he's never felt more seen in his life.

"Sorry, I'm not a creep or anything I swear. Just observant,"

"It was quite sweet actually," George smiles, biting back a chuckle when her face blushes a bright red. "So, you any good at Astronomy?" He questions politely

"I'm okay. It's probably my best class. I've always known about it so," she shrugs, cutting herself off. She knew that George was a pure blood and probably wouldn't want anything to do with her if he knew she was a muggle born.

"You're a muggle born right?" He questions, she's surprised his tone doesn't sound angry or accusatory like was often the way with pure bloods, instead genuinely interested.

"Yeah," she confirms "my older sister is obsessed with astrology so I knew a lot about it before I got here. It's probably the only subject I didn't fail first term," she admits, George smiles softly. He can only imagine how hard it would be to come to the school with no magical knowledge.

"Look at you now, you're top of the year in almost everything," he points out

"Yeah, Ced helped me find my feet and after I settled in it all made sense," she explains. George knew that her and Cedric were best friends, he was a lot more outgoing and George had never quite understood how their friendship worked but it was no secret wherever one was the other wasn't far behind.

Girl, are you a cancer? 'Cause you make me cry When we kiss or dance in the sky We're dancing in the sky

"Hey space girl," George grinned brightly as he dropped into his seat

"If you've forgotten my name you can just ask you know," she blushes a little, not thinking that the boy she had fancied since second year could actually have given her a cute pet name.

No. The only logical explanation is that he had forgotten her name but after being sat next to her for two weeks now was much too polite to ask for it.

She had told Cedric this and he had laughed loudly, ruffling her hair and telling her that she would do well to remember how beautiful she was.

"I know you're name. Y/N Y/L/N. You're a Hufflepuff, obviously," he gestures to her tie before carrying on "Your best friend is Cedric Diggory and you two are always together. You tutor my little sister in potions. You help Professor sprout with the plants in the green house on a Sunday morning. You like to study in the library, specifically the second table from the back left corner. You never eat carrots but you love peas and you always buy two chocolate frogs at Honeydukes one for the walk back and one for a treat that night. I'm not a creep. I'm just observant," He finishes his ramble with a reference to when she had proved just how well she knew him a few weeks prior.

She sits, slightly astounded as he looks at her like his ability to list off so much information about her that she had never specifically told him shouldn't be a shock.

Her heart melts on the spot and she's pretty sure her crush just became real feelings.

"Why?" She questions quietly, not really meaning for him to hear

"You're beautiful and I like looking at you," he shrugs, turning to the text book in front of him. He notices her eyes still staring at him and turns to look at her "hey, you wouldn't want to study together one night this week would you?" He questions, smiling at the blush that overtakes her cheeks

"Yeah. I'd love that,"

"Amazing, does Wednesday work for you? I could meet you at the library after classes end,"

"Sure," she nods shyly, biting her lip to stop a smile and having no clue the very action makes George want to kiss her senseless.

"I know the table," he grins, chuckling when she blushes bright red before turning back to his book.

Space girl, I saw a lunar eclipse Looked like how I feel 'bout your lips Space girl, the only way that we'd end Was if you were sucked into a black hole

'You'll be fine. Just be your self and if he doesn't love you he is stupid,' Cedric's words ran around her head as she remembered sitting in his dorm whilst he calmed her down and Cho did her hair. She had protested to the couple that it wasn't a date but they had still insisted on helping her get ready during their free period after lunch.

Now, sat in the library she tried to remind herself that George was a lovely boy and wouldn't do anything to make her uncomfortable, he probably didn't even think of her like that.

"There's my space girl, you're looking particularly beautiful today," George is beaming as he approaches the table she's sat at, taking the seat next to her.

"Hey George, good day?"

"It's better now i'm here. Fred hasn't shut up about Millie all day, I mean I know he fancies her and all but seriously you'd think she hung the stars in the sky herself," He complains, not admitting even to himself that Fred would say he was just as smitten for his astronomy partner. "How was yours?" he asks, opening his bag to pull out his astronomy text book

"It was okay, Ced managed to blow up our potion so we have detention tomorrow night," She shrugs

"I'll see you there," He grins

"Why am I not surprised?" she deadpans and he allows his laugh to fill the air around them

"You know me to well," he blushes a little as he says it and forces himself to not stare at the way she bites her lip to stop from grinning. Half wanting her to stop so he could see that beautiful smile that seemed to be all he thought about and half wanting her to bite that lip every time he sees her because something about it was so attractive to him. "Do you mind explaining the constellation we learned about last lesson to me because I won't lie I was very distracted?" He doesn't feel like admitting that it was her that he found so distracting.

"Of course," She grins, unfolding her star map and pointing out the constellation Lyra "So Lyra is latin for Lyre, it is like a stringed instrument basically a harp, and it's associated with the myth of Orpheus," She begins to explain

"The musician guy?"

"Yeah," She confirms, watching as he takes notes of what she is saying "Orpheus was given the harp by Apollo, and it’s said that his music was more beautiful than that of any mortal man. His music could soothe anger and bring joy to weary hearts. Wandering the land in depression after his wife died, he was killed and his lyre  was thrown into a river. Zeus sent an eagle to retrieve the lyre, and it was then placed in the night sky and that's the story behind the constellation Lyra. It's best seen in August, and, it kind of looks like a lopsided square with a tail to Vega, it's brightest star," She recites, pointing towards the star on the constellation.

George tries hard to remember to focus on what she's saying, listening intently but he can't help his mind from wondering, instead scanning her face, every small detail, the way her eyes lit up as she talked, the way her lips curl in a small smile when she stops talking and notices him staring at her.

"Distracted again," he admits

"Clearly, you find astrology boring," she teases

"No, I just find you distracting," He admits, his heart melting as she is unable to stop the bright grin on her face. She doesn't say anything, simply grabs her notebook and opens it to the right page

"Copy my notes so you can at least teach yourself the content, the textbook is confusing," she instructs before turning back to her own work. They work silently for the next hour, dutifully copying notes and planning for their essay that's due in next week but routinely stealing glances at each other, blushing when one catches the other.

But I'd still spend my days dreamin' 'bout you Dreamin' 'bout you Tell me how to Stop dreamin' 'bout you

"Were you listening to anything I just said?" Fred questions, waving his hand in front of his brother's face

"Sorry, what was it?" George questions, pulling his eyes away from the Hufflepuff table. Fred sighs, turning to look at what George has been staring at and is not surprised in the slightest.

She is sat amongst her large friend group, despite being shy around people she didn't know she was chatting happily to the group. Cedric on her right, is laughing at the story she seems to be telling and Archie Young, who George hated simply for his obvious crush on her, is clinging onto every word.

"You are so whipped,"

"I know, it's embarrassing. I can't stop thinking about her and she probably only sees me as a friend,"

"Hey, don't say that. She would be stupid to not like you Georgie, besides, she stares at you just as much," Fred reassures his brother, usually he would tease him but he knows that this girl is different, it means something. "I still don't believe that she would never get us mixed up," Fred ponders, in reality he didn't doubt it, if George said she could tell them apart then why doubt him, but Fred wanted a moment alone with the girl.

"I swear to you that she wouldn't,"

"Lets test her," Fred exclaims, jumping up and tugging his twin out of the hall and to their dorm.

They spend an hour getting ready, stealing Ginny's eyeshadow to draw two fake freckles on Fred's neck, stying his hair attempting to fix every minor detail to make them utterly identical.

When they find her, she's hugging Cho Chang before turning around on her own and walking towards the Hufflepuff common room.

"Go hide," Fred instructs, shoving George towards an empty classroom he can watch from.

"Hey space girl!" She turns immediately at the name, mildly confused when the person approaching isn't George.

She had never spoken to Fred before and immediately feels herself becoming a little shy.

"Uh, hi Fred," she smiles as politely as possible. Fred stands with a smirk on his face.

"You fancy my brother," he states, she blushes a furious red that seems to be the final confirmation Fred needs, his moment alone with her providing the answer he had wanted.  

"I-uh-he-that-it-" she stutters out, Fred's smirk only grows as she turns impossibly more flustered before sighing  "How did you know?"

"Telling us apart is hard, especially when we try, you must really like him to know so quickly. Besides that reaction alone was enough to let me know I'm right,"

"Does he know?"

"He's blind," Fred shrugs, eyeing her as he decides he likes her, she clearly cares for George and that's all that matters to him.

"Right," she nods awkwardly

"I'm sure I'll be seeing you around," Fred grins before turning on his heel and heading back up the corridor to where an oblivious George is waiting.

Girl, are you a Cancer? 'Cause you make me cry When we kiss or dance in the sky We're dancing in the sky

George can't help the wide smile on his face when he sees her. She, like all the other 6th year astronomy students, is sat in her robes on the astronomy tower despite it being 11:45. He picks up the star map from a pile and heads towards her.

She is sat around a corner, almost out of eye line from the class completely and if he hadn't been looking for her he probably wouldn't have even seen her.  He sits down next to her, pressing his back against the cold stone wall just as she was doing.

The task was simple, to draw a diagram of the constellations they could see that night with the correct names onto an unlabelled star map and then from 6am tomorrow they had 48 hours to write an essay explaining each constellation they had found, it was their final assignment for the first term of school. George thought that was stupid, why would they do the task that involved sitting outside at night in December and the written exam in the summer when it would have been warmer.

"Hi," she speaks softly, the moonlight made her glow and George could have sworn she was an angel. Her own map was already a quarter full and wordlessly she arranges it so George can copy the notes she's already made.

"Hey, you okay?" he questions, noticing the way she curls into herself

"Just cold," she nods, he flashes her a smile, digging into his bag and pulling out a spare sweater and a blanket, both knitted by Mrs Weasley. He passes her the jumper

"Are you sure? you have it with you so that you won't freeze. I can't take it," she blushes

"No, I'm already wearing a jumper," he points out "I figured I'd bring a spare cause I knew you wouldn't think too," He adds with a smile, she blushes but accepts the jumper from his hands.

"thanks," she smiles, he nods. Watching as she pulls the jumper over her head. Her heart somersaults at the smell of George that envelopes her, his does the same at the sight of her in his jumper that looks baggy and too big, the sleeves like paws on her hands, and the large 'G' sewn into the front making him blush a little.

He wraps the blanket round one of his shoulders holding the other side out for her

"I don't bite," he speaks softly, it's like he can read her mind and knows she's thinking about how close they will be to sit under his blanket together. She blushes and giggles a little and George could die happy having heard that sound.

She shuffles closer, wrapping the blanket around her shoulder and begins to point out the constellations she's already mapped for him, cocooned next to him in the blanket.

They work together for the next twenty or so minutes as she stifles yawns, eventually allowing her head to droop onto George's shoulder when he teases her for stifling yet another yawn.

"This blanket smells like you," she mumbles, he blushes madly but can't help the smile

"Are you warm enough?"

"Bit cold, I'm fine though," she admits, he rolls his eyes at her as she shivers a little and wraps an arm around her, pulling her close to him

"Better?"

"Better," she confirms. She didn't mean to fall asleep but all cozy and warm being held by her crush it was impossible not to.

Not wanting to wake her, George finishes both his star map and hers before dozing off, his head resting on hers. He knew he should have woken her to go back to her dorm but spending the night sleeping with her in his arms was just too tempting.

She wakes up before him, having slept better than she ever had before and feeling utterly blissful in George's arms. That is until she realises she hadn't finished her work, she can't help the beam when she sees George has done it for her. She wants to stay wrapped in his arms but feels it better to leave now so it isn't awkward. In return for completing her work she takes her astronomy notebook that has all the answers to the essay written simply and leaves it on top of his star map, she knew the answers from memory anyway. Not even sparing the doodles and comments in it a thought.

She slips out of his hold, sneaking through the other students who fell asleep and heading back down the tower stairs to the main school, forgetting to take off his jumper.

George wakes up disappointed to not find her in his arms but smiles when he sees her notebook.

I hope you play this song some day And think of Earth Girl who loves Space Girl

George can't help the sigh as he explains to Fred where he had been all night.

"That all sounds pretty good to me Georgie," Fred comments, wondering why his brother seems down after his night with the girl.

"It was, I'd just hoped she'd be there when I woke up," he admits

"Well think about it like this, when have you ever had the opportunity to be disappointed that she wasn't there when you woke up before?" It's Hermione Granger who speaks up, she'd been listening to the twins talk on the sofa next to her and Harry's without really meaning too. It was just more interesting than Harry and Ron's discussion.

"you're right. It's better than nothing. Thanks Granger," he nods in agreement. He begins to flick through her notebook, not to study but simply enjoying the little doodles and her comments.

And then his world stops.

"How many people can you think of with the initials GW?" his questions is almost under his breath but Fred hears, perking up from the puking pastel plans he had been working on

"Just you and Gin, why?"

With no explanation George leaps up, jogging out of the room. Fred look mildly baffled until he sees her open notebook, and sure enough written on a corner amongst drawings of stars and planets is a little 'gw' with a heart next to it. Fred smirks and closes the book, turning back to his notes with a feeling of glee for his brother.

When George Weasley arrives outside the Hufflepuff common room he suddenly realises he has no clue how to actually get in, he stops, slightly out of breath from his sprint staring at the barrels.

"Hey George," her voice makes him jump as he turns to see her and Cedric approaching

"Hi," he smiles, suddenly not really sure what to say

"Well, now I've walked you back I'm going to go and find Cho," Cedric smiles politely at George, wiggling his eyebrows at the girl as she blushes.

"You looking for someone?" she asks politely

"You, actually,"

"Oh, what can I help you with?" she asks, he has no idea what to say "Oh! your jumper, it's in my room. You can come with," she smiles, reaching out and tapping at a barrel and then climbing into the passage that opens.

He follows wordlessly, glancing around the large circular room that is filled with yellows and blacks. She walks a little more confidently than he's seen before and smiles happily to the people who call out to her but doesn't stop to chat with them. He decides he likes it here, not only because it's so cosy but because he likes seeing her so at ease.

He follows her into her circular dorm room and towards a fourposter covered in pillows and blankets, his jumper sitting folded on top of the trunk at the end.

"I actually wanted to talk to you," he admits, it's now or never.

"Of course, what's up?" she questions, sitting comfortably on her bed and gesturing for him to sit down next to her

"I- well- how many people do you know with the initials GW?" he questions curiously, she looks at him, clearly mildly confused.

"Springing to mind just you and Ginny," She answers, not really sure what the point of his question is.

Without thinking for even a second he pulls her face to his and plants his lips on hers, kissing delicately before pulling away. She stares at him, utter shock in her eyes and mouth agape.

"I-I am so sorry. I just- well there were the initials GW in your notebook and a little heart and well I thought maybe you liked me back and then I heard you only knew me and Ginny and I assumed, which was wrong of me- and- merlin- I'm so sorry-" he's rambling anxiously and his hands wring through his hair

"Back?" her question is a whisper and he snaps his head up to look at her

"Yeah. I like you. Kind of thought that was obvious," he admits. His heart flips at the wide smile on her lips before her hands grab his neck and pull his head down so his lips meet hers. She kisses him with passion and hunger and he finally gets to bite down gently on that lip he's watched her bite a million times.

Her arms stay wrapped around his neck as she lies back on her pillows behind her, pulling him with her and not breaking the kiss for a second. They only pull apart when she needs to for air. But the beam on her face and her flushed cheeks make George want nothing more than to kiss her again.

"Wanna go do the essay together?" he questions

"We have 48 hours, we could stay here and cuddle," she suggests, a little timidly but her nerves leave when George grins brightly, kicking his shoes off and rearranging himself on her bed. She takes her own shoes off before climbing into his open arms, her head on his chest as she leans up to press another kiss to his lips.

"I'm keeping that jumper by the way," she informs

"Whatever you want space girl,"

I hope you play this song some day And think of Earth Girl who loves Space Girl I hope you play this song some day...

**

Masterlist

[rjshepherd]

Okay before you close I want to ask you. Do you have any headcancons of Heisenberg as Lycan? I just like the idea of him being the werewolf, Dr. Frankenstein/ Frankenstein's monster. I don't know he just gives me those vibes.

So i wrote in my massive headcanon post for him i dont currently hc him as a lycan but regardless ive actually written A LOT of lycan karl stuff. granted most of it is nsfw or to do with heats and ruts so ill try and do some gen stuff for you 

Lycan! Karl headcanons

- Karl can turn into a lycan or lycan like creature at will. He is most similar to those larger lycans with the metal body armor as it allows him to make the most of his abilities, combining his lycan form with his magnetics

-Even outside of his lycan form, he has a tendency to display werewolf traits. the shaggy hair for one, the feral attitude when angered and even his grin could be read as such. He bears his teeth at people a lot, even when smiling you could see it as an intimidation tactic on his part.

- He has a lot of predator instincts. Things moving fast in his field of vision often agitates him. He has the desire to chase or hunt things, particularly pesky villagers who run from him. You know how dogs get those squeaky toys because it reminds them of killing something small and they like the noise? Karl has something similar in the shape of a stress ball with a squeaker in it.

-under his gloves his nails are jet black, bone hard and razor sharp. Even outside of lycan form, this trait persists. He doesn't use them often, hence why he usually wears the gloves in the first place, but they come in handy for self defence as few people have ever seen them.

-however he has also been seen using them as tools, for carving things into wood and metal , cutting wires or slicing open his experiments.

-His favorite foods are raw red meat or jerky. he likes things he can taste the iron in, stuff he can rip and tear before swallowing whole. yes this does give him really bad stomach problems but he still does it. He likes jerky because it gives him something to gnaw on, like the human equivalent of a rawhide treat.

- Lycan Karl mostly lives off of meat and spite but even alcina, miss lives off human blood and flesh, has had to put her foot down and insist he eats some veggies every once in a while. His favorites are probably all raw things, with a bit of snap to them so he can feel like he's munching on bone( ie carrot sticks, cucumber pepper bites or snap peas)

- Lycan Karl enjoys hunting with Cassandra in the spring. they're equally vicious and have a terrible habit of making a mess of whatever they catch before the others can get a bite in.

-although unlike cassandra and the other lycans, this karl draws the line at eating other humans. he'd rather go hungry.

there you go nonnie! i actually really like the idea of grumpy lycan karl being forced to eat his veggies. just sitting on the ground huffing and eating carrots and humus while the other lycans get steak haha

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

Round 2 of a netipot and my sinuses are clear enough for my appetite to return. I can also hear more clearly.

Currently enjoying a second helping of chicken noodle soup and a third bottle of Gatorade. Recovering from diarrhea-induced dehydration. The diarrhea doesn't kill, it's the loss of water and nutrients that do. Bananas have made a huge improvement on this. Plus, super salty soup gravy with onions, peas, and carrots makes a big punch.

Husband's sense of taste is now affected. He's been dealing with exhaustion and body aches and pains, and now his taste is going odd. Everything tastes off. Mine has been sinuses and bowels with a recurring fever. I've had to remind him this isn't the flu, that pushing himself will lead to permanent damage. Covid infects every system, from respiratory to neurological. Lots of napping us encouraged.

In the last 24 hours, we've slept at least 12.

The pneumonia breathing exercises have made a big difference for both if us. It helps prevent it entirely. Not a guarantee, but it helps.

The cats are doing well. Cacoa and Jasper have been playful. Especially Cacoa! She's doing lots of exploring in the garage, munching on spiders and spider webs. Jasper is less lethargic, but his appetite isn't as strong. Both are sneezing, but no gunk in eyes or nose.

Covid is no joke. Few people are wearing masks or social distancing. There's a neighborhood block party announced for my area, and I'm afraid of what will happen. How many will get sick? How many will die because of it? Husband and I have no idea who infected us. We know he likely brought it home seeing as I rarely leave. It takes 2 to 14 days for symptoms to show up, so really no idea. He's gonna be double masking after recovery in order to prevent this from happening again.

Please, your momentary comfort without a mask isn't worth the risk of infection. This is a deadly disease. The ableds who are all "I can't live another minute cooped up in my home" and "staying home is no way to live" are completely forgetting about those of us who are now forced to remain home. I never again want to hear anyone tell me it must be nice to be home all the time. Never again.

[sinkix]

Haikyuu!!│Boys going grocery shopping w/ you! HC’s│Ft. Bokuto, Nishinoya, Terushima, Kuroo & Kunimi

I had this late night idea and just HAD to follow through, the chaos would be O F F T H E C H A R T S. Thank you to @deathcab4daddy​ for helping me brainstorm some good characters for this post lmao I love you bby and can’t wait to do a collab. <3

E N J O Y ~ 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

BOKUTO:

WHEN I TELL YOU THIS BOI PICKS UP EVERYTHING IN SIGHT LIKE A 6 YEAR OLD

 I FUCKING MEAN IT.

“(Y/N) we need this” 

“Bokuto we do not need a 7th jar of peanut butter.”

 “But (Y/N) it has a squirrel on the front-”

“BOKUTO I SWEAR TO GOD”

Tries to drift on the edge of the cart like something straight outta CSGO and the cart nearly obliterates under his weight.

V e r y l o u d u n e c c e s s a r i l y.

Everyone always stares at y’all when you’re going through the isles bc ur literally escorting a man-child sprawled in a shopping cart who’s going “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” at everything he sees like he’s a toddler at the zoo who’s never encountered a chimpanzee before.

Unless you have a bottomless bank account do NOT take him shopping of any kind he is LETHAL.

When you’re at the check-out he turns it into a basketball competition and tries to launch everything perfectly on to the conveyor belt.

Volleyball player? Nah this sis with the NBA now.

Do not ask him to go get something, he will return with at least 9 items you didn’t need and everything BUT the item you requested

He turned up with a whole ass pineapple, a jar of jam, a stick of butter and a bottle of olive oil.

Like,,,where is the correlation in those items???

Once made the mistake of asking him to grab some pads from the hygiene section and specified it HAD to be with wings

Boy showed up ten minutes later and looking very confuzzled.

You questioned why he has a pack of wingless pads in one hand and a can of red bull in the other.

He said it’s because they didn’t have any with wings so he figured the Redbull would suffice and do the job for you.

i-

NISHINOYA:

Can literally fit him in the little cart seat made for kids and he LOVES it lmaoooo IT’S SO CUTE MY HEART.

HE JUST SWINGS HIS LEGS EXCITABLY WHILE YOUR GETTING STUFF AAAAAAA

Ppl give you such weird looks though bc you have a guy who’s at least 14 years older than the intended demographic sitting there and raising his hands in elation over you copping a cookie dough pie and chucking it in.

Again, another who is VERY LOUD FOR NO REASON AT ALL.

Get’s out of the cart after a while bc his legs be growing numb and begins roaming around.

Someone came back with a feral Noya in hand stating “Is this your child” WNDKJWEFNWJEF.

M’AM HE’S LIKE 18 EXCUSE YOU.

Was salty about it for the rest of the day.

Just ruffle his hair and call him Senpai 

Problem solved.

Picks up tons of exotic fruit that look more like plastic or fuzzy poisonous plants and begs you to get them.

“Noya what the fuck is that.”

“...a Pitaya.”

“...”

“Can we get it-”

“no.”

“(Y/N)-”

“I SAID NO DAMMIT”

Last time you bought some strange fruit he took it to practise and got Tanaka to spike it LMAOOO

IT SPLATTERED E V E R Y W H E R E

AND OVER DAICHI’S SHIRT.

He begged you to no longer allow Noya to purchase weird fruits from then on since he is like a child with a nerf gun.

He once picked up a phat wrinkly purple fruit and turned to you asking if it was an overgrown raisin.

“Noya sweetie that’s a Date.”

HE FULLY TSK’ED AND THREW IT BACK SINCE IT REMINDED HIM OF DATE TECH I CAN’T.

My boy out here defending Asahi even in the Grocery Isles.

We stan a loyal king.

TERUSHIMA:

Another one who tries to stand on the ledge and the cart wheels almost collapse because it wasn’t designed to hold the weight of a young adult.

Oh young adult??? Sorry I mean’t MAN CHILD.

He treats a shopping experience as a time to practise his aim apparently because he ALWAYS THROWS SHIT AT YOU TO THE POINT YOU’RE THREATENED TO BE KICKED OUT.

Definitely picks up phallic looking objects and places them against his crotch, snorting and saying “Like what you see (Y/N)?”

Homeboy is stood there in front of a wife and child presenting his cucumber appendage for the world to see.

He once grabbed a pair of fat ass melons and pressed them against his chest, shaking them and belting the lyrics to ‘My Milkshake’ while begging you to SQUEEZE HIS MELONS.

“Look (Y/N) they’re bigger than yours!”

I just- 

I give up.

Constantly tries to sneak mutli-packs of energy drinks into the cart to the point you’re convinced he is going to keel over from heart failure and kidney stones by the age of 20.

Has his airpods in 90% of the time and treats the isles as his personal dance floor.

He busting them MOVES and performing the MJ moonwalk while in the dairy section.

ONCE HE SLID TOO FAST AND SLIPPED ON HIS REAR IN FRONT OF LIKE 12 PEOPLE LMAOO

He was DEAD silent the rest of the trip.

Probably the most serene shopping experience you’ve had to date.

The checkout clerks occasionally hit on Mr. Sore-Ass over here.

Until he opens his mouth and they realise he’s a total dolt and question how you have the patience for him.

You don’t know either honestly.

The whole bagging experience is spent with them shooting you sympathetic glances as if to say ‘sis you shoulda’ left him at home’.

Yes, yes you should have.

Never a dull moment with Teru as your shopping partner.

KUROO:

LITERALLY LIKE A MIDDLE-AGED MAN OR A TODDLER WHEN Y’ALL GO SHOPPING THERE IS NEVER AN EVEN MIDDLE-GROUND.

Frequently cracks lame-ass food puns or dad jokes that make you want to crawl into a hole and die.

You have competitions on who can come up with the most and the loser always faces a penalty.

Kuroo and creating penalties do NOT mix safely so you better hope you win.

“I love you a waffle lot.” 

Proceeds to hold up a wrapped waffle.

Ok that one was kinda cute you’ll let it slide.

“I ap-peach-iate you Kuroo.”

Cue HyenaLaugh.mp3

“Want a pizza me baby? Bitch peas, doughnut take me lightly.”

You changed your mind.

You didn’t talk to him the duration of that shopping experience, no penalty could be as horrifying as what just came out of his mouth.

“(Y/N)... sometimes I feel like you don’t carrot all.”

You slapped him with said carrot and obviously had to pay for it after.

You forced him to eat it raw.

He is the definition of Neutral disaster when you go shopping.

Shitty food puns aside, he is actually very responsible when making sure you both get what you need.

Not without tons of poking, prodding, and blowing into your ear while you’re trying to decide what ingredients to buy for dinner.

You contemplated serving him a plate of bubbling snot and moulded broccoli seasoned with rosemary.

Bone apple teeth, bitch.

Ofc you didn’t because he always pulls out the puppy eyes and cuddles card after since he knows he’s well and truly rattled your patience lmao.

Actually picks really healthy food options?? Being the captain of a team he has the responsibility of keeping his health in top condition and leading by example so at least he knows the right ingredients to make a bomb-ass and nutritious meal ig.

Y’all always bicker and tease each other at the checkout which is usually great amusement for the clerk serving you as they often smirk and perceive you as an old married couple.

Which tbh you kinda are, it feels like it at least.

Still such a big asshole though lmao you never leave the store without your sanity being scathed.

KUNIMI:

Honestly just wanted an excuse to make jokes at the expense of the Aoba Johsai teammates.

and what better candidate for cracking these than Kunimi.

He’s a very chill partner to have tag along with you on your endeavours.

Not without some grumbling and groaning on his part though, lazy bitch.

You always finish shopping trips with a busted lung at how much you have been laughing though with some of the SHADY ASS REMARKS HE MAKES ABOUT THE OTHER TEAM MATES.

You were outside the store when you both spotted an angry looking Doberman tied to a nearby post.

“Smh who let Kyotani outside again.”

You hadn’t even set foot in the store yet and he was already spitting flaming insults.

[Walking up to the automatic double doors]

“Damn Oikawa move out of my way.”

Oikawa just tryna live and he keeps getting roasted for his flat cheeks 

#StopOikawaAssShaming

Ten minutes of scouring the store later he picks up a spikey Kiwano and compares it to Iwaizumi’s hair.

Proceeds to beg you not to tell my boy Iwa because he KNOWS he will get decked to the gym floor.

Passers by often wonder why you’re wheezing and producing noises like a boiling kettle.

When I tell you no one is safe, I mean N O O N E.

“These Yule logs really out here looking like Matsukawa’s brows.”

The finisher was when Kunimi picked up a turnip and said 

“Huh, kinda looks like Kindaichi.”

I just-

He could roast a whole chicken in minutes from the burn of these comments I stg.

You can now never look at the Seijou team without various foods or inanimate objects plaguing your thoughts.

Thanks, Kunimi.

[dayzone]

I never send asks but I wanted to say that autistic Kevin is also a favorite hc of mine. Would it be possible to get some of your own thoughts/ideas about it? Love all of your posts!!

yes !! absolutely i take any chance to talk about my hcs !! there’s not enough autistic kevin content, and i’m so glad u like my other content too !!

he was never diagnosed in the nest; he had trouble understanding certain cues and sometimes it felt like everyone expected him to know how to communicate a certain way he didn’t know how to, but PR training was engrained into him just as much as the correct grip on an exy stick was, so he tends to fall back on that

it doesn’t really concern him bc he’s not interested in talking to people and why should it matter ?? he only really needs to be good at exy

he always assumed that his special interest in exy and such was just a raven thing

exy was an easy special interest to have bc in the nest talking about exy was really the only type of talking encouraged

his special interest in history is where he kinda... faltered

at its core it seemed similar to his interest in exy but it wasn’t encouraged the same way exy was so he treats it a bit differently

he does infodump, but only to himself about history while he was in the nest; whenever he would read an article that was really interesting and made him kinda !! he would lock himself in his room, alone, and pace while talking to himself for a few hours to get it all out

the first time he infodumps at psu was about the trojans after a really great match they played; it was only andrew, nicky, and aaron in their dorm at the time

he’s kinda hesitant to really infodump about exy bc at first all of his teammates see him only as a stuck up exy obsessed bitch, and while it’s true somewhat, it definitely doesn’t encourage any of them to listen to him talk even more about exy

he gets more comfortable with infodumping to wymack first, telling him about a history project and a certain move jeremy knox pulled off the really should’ve been impossible and slowly but surely he gets comfortable with infodumping on the other foxes, one by one

Routine. he is Very into routine and coming up with a new one after leaving the nest was hell for him and everyone around him; this on top of his hand pushed him to shutdown for a while

whenever he has a meltdown kevin goes nonverbal and Cannot be touched; andrew and eventually wymack and neil are the only people he’ll let be around him while he’s like this. talking feels impossible for him and even the thought of someone touching him can make him writhe

this pertains more to some of my hcs about his anxiety, but whenever he’s overwhelmed he re-strings the mesh of his exy racquet over and over again until his mind quiets down and he stops full-body shaking

is very meh about food. most of his eating habits come from the nest but he Does Not Like certain textures

cooked carrots? mashed potatoes? cooked peas? if it is warm and mushy he will not eat it

he was “trained out of” most of his stims at the nest but as he gets more comfortable at psu he slowly lets himself stim around his teammates

it’s mostly small stuff; he rocks gently, likes to play with things in his hands to keep them moving, doesn’t really like to sit still. snaps his fingers sometimes when he’s aggravated. pulls on the mesh of his racquet, twists his fingers in the strings. has caught himself chewing on his shirt neck/sweatshirt strings on multiple occasions; andrew noticed, because he notices everything, but he doesn’t object when kevin steals his sweatshirts and ultimately chews on the strings

andrew once walked in on kevin laying on the dorm floor with a mountain of blankets on top of him and all kevin said was “good pressure” and gave andrew a thumbs up

andrew gets him a weighted blanket after that

kevin loves the blanket but nothing beats neil (or even occasionally matt or nicky in their last few years at psu when he’s more comfortable around the rest of the team) laying flat on top of him; he blushed Very Hard the first few times he asked them to do it (after the first time neil accidentally fell asleep on him and kevin realized how good the weight was) but eventually he became comfortable asking

is Bad at reading the room/other peoples emotions; wymack is Always confusing him even if he doesn’t try to, wymack is just... Trying His Best; andrew is normally pretty straightforward and tells it how it is so kevin takes solace in that. whenever people have been Too Much and he just feels frustrated and confused bc people were getting frustrated at him for not understanding even though they were the ones being confusing he either locks himself in the dorm room alone or finds andrew and just sits with him until he calms down

when kevin gets too caught up in his own head or is struggling with understanding a certain situation he goes to neil bc neil is brutally honest and will repeat the same thing as many times as it takes to stick without getting frustrated with kevin

betsy was the one to diagnose him; he didn’t take it badly, he did his own research and his biggest reaction was along the lines of relief and “oh that makes a lot of sense”; he likes knowing he isn’t the only one who feels similar to how he feels. in his pro years he makes sure it’s known that he’s autistic bc he knows it helps other neurodivergent kids in the world to have someone they can relate to. it’s also a big fuck you to all the commentators and press who doubted him only after he made it known that he was autistic; he’s very petty about it and likes to remind people that, yes, you can be the best striker in all of exy history and be autistic. it’s not that hard to understand.

okay !!!! these are just some of my autistic!kevin hcs !! i feel like this hc does Not get enough content :,) pls pls pls always feel free to chat with me about autistic kevin or really any aftg hcs !!!

[kickthecan-revolution]

I’ve done a lot of research on what kinds of plants are good pollinators but also local to the climate. I want a garden filled with native birds, honeybees and hummingbirds but that can also tolerate the high winds of the Bay Area, especially as high up as I am. This year is all about experimentation - when the construction work is done and these big tarps are off, I’ll have more of an idea of what I’m working with.

1-2 Salvia plants in purple, red and orange. Apparently hummingbirds like red flowers the most but I am seeing them love the lemon tree blossoms the most so far, which are white. The geraniums are mostly to remind me of Seattle. The red feeder has sugar water but apparently, hummingbirds need the protein found in pollen and nectar.

3. My star jasmine is struggling for some reason but I cut back the dead vines and it’s making a comeback.

4. These are all local to the California coast. The white California sage is this super earthy, musky scent with a sweeter wild sage and the purple salvia succulents. I also got two eucalyptus trees. The hummingbirds love all of these.

5. Two kinds of honeysuckle

6. All of the citrus - 2 Meyer lemons, 2 eureka, 2 lime trees, 2 kumquat

7. These Daisy-like succulents are wild to Marin county. They have this minty scent that’s incredible

8. An avocado tree! It’s doing pretty well but I need to get another so it can pollinate off I want to get fruit, which I probably won’t. It’s hard to grow them.

9. All of my veggies - heirloom, cherry, black krim, early girl, san marzano, all of the peppers- jalapeño, Serrano, green and yellow, peas that something is eating (which is kind of cute), lemon cucumbers and purple onion, heirloom carrots. Basil but it’s not doing well, and all of the herbs.

So far I’ve killed some bamboo and a jasmine plant but all and all for having no gardening skills, I think I’m doing ok.

And as I was reporting my lemon tree, the bright green hummingbird who loves the blossoms flew inches within my face - I could hear its little clicks - as if it was saying “hey, put that down right now”. I was awestruck.

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