#Round Courgettes

[askwhatsforlunch]

Anchovy Stuffed Courgettes

Miniature stuffed courgettes (and other vegetables) are a specialty of nearby Nice on the French Riviera. These Anchovy Stuffed Courgettes are bigger than Farcis niçois, and make a tasty dinner for two, but their flavour is Provence on your plate!

Ingredients (serves 2):

1 tablespoon olive oil

1/2 onion

1/2 orange Bell Pepper

1/2 red chili pepper

1 teaspoon dried oregano

1/2 teaspoon dried thyme

2 beautiful round courgettes

1/2 teaspoon coarse sea salt

1/2 teaspoon freshly cracked black pepper

6 beautiful anchovies (kept in oil)

1/2 cup coarse Breadcrumbs

Parmesan

1/2 small lemon

Preheat oven to 200°C/395°F.

Heat olive oil in a large skillet over medium-high heat.

Peel and finely chop onion. Add to the skillet, and cook, a couple of minutes.

Seed and dice Bell Pepper, and stir into the skillet. Cook, a couple of minutes more.

Finely slice chili pepper, and add to the skillet, along with dried oregano and thyme. Cook, another minute or two.

Meanwhile, cut the tops off each courgette, and scoop out their flesh . Place hollowed out courgettes and their tops in a lightly oil baking tin; set aside.

Chop courgette flesh, and stir into the skillet. Season with coarse sea salt and black pepper. Reduce heat to medium, and cover skillet with a lid, to help courgettes release their water.

Remove the lid, and stir in Breadcrumbs, to mop up the liquid.

Finely chop anchovies and stir them in. Cook, a couple of minutes more.

Then, remove from the heat and grate in about 1/3 cup Parmesan. Thoroughly squeeze in the juice of the lemon halve, and give a good stir.

Stuff hollowed-out courgettes generously with the mixture, and grate a little more Parmesan on top. Gently press courgette tops onto the filling.

Place in the middle of the hot oven, and bake, 20 minutes at 200°C/395°F. Then, carefully remove courgette tops, and bake, another 10 minutes, at 200°C/395°F.

Serve Anchovy Stuffed Courgettes hot, with dressed lettuce.

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[obscurecharactershowdown]

Group F Round 1

[image ID: the first image is of Simon, a character animated by stop motion. he has a large head, red hair, and he's wearing a red, long sleeve shirt or sweater. he's sitting on a bed and listening to something with earphones. the second image is of Ellie, a girl with medium length blue hair and green eyes. a spherical red clip is in her hair. she wears a white sleeveless dress, a brown bag slung over her shoulder, and a large red bracelet. end ID]

Simon

Look you think this is a cute kids movie and this kid rips your heart out so easily. You also think he's supposed to be the bully character but they solve that real quick as he has an actual conversation with Courgette about his trauma and all of the fellow kids at the home. That scene where he hides under the stairs to look at the package his mom sent him? The disappointment that it was only an mp3 player and not a card? that broke me. his acceptance that there's no real future for them at this point and then having to watch his best friend get adopted and get the life he wanted, but when Courgette sees that him leaving would be upsetting to Simon, he offers to stay instead but Simon doesn't let him because he doesn't want to be selfish and ruin Courgette's chance at a family and he really is happy for him, he's just going to need some time to adjust to it? ugh he's such a poor tragic baby and I wish he had a happier ending than "well life goes on at orphanage and we are all slowly growing up and changing as people"

Ellie

Monster Tale is an old game for the DS (13 years old holy shit) and in my opinion a VERY underrated classic Ellie is a young girl that gets magically transported to a world filled with monsters. Soon after she meets a baby monster she names Chomp. Chomp was separated from his mother, and so Ellie sets out to help him find her and hopefully find a way home Along the way Ellie learns multiple other kids have been transported to this world, but unlike her, have been using the monsters for their own selfish desires. So she beats them up to get them to stop :p More seriously, the game is very cute and has a big message on friendship and being kind while also standing up for what you believe in. You'd think Chomp would do the fighting, but no! He mostly just assists Ellie, who fights with her handbag and this cool bracelet she found as she explores and tries to find his mom Overall she's a very sweet and caring girl, wanting to help others and do what's right, even if she has to get her hands dirty to do it. I love her a lot! Also a fun fact I thought was neat is that the team behind the game had to go through multiple publishers because they all wanted to change Ellie into a boy or an older woman, and the dev team was adamant that Ellie stays as she is.

#obscurecharactershowdown #group f round 1 #obscure poll #ma vie de courgette #my life as a courgette #monster tale

[balkanradfem]

First zuchinni flower of the year, and she's a female flower! The plant has no male flowers to fertilize it yet, but I am seeing a little male flowerbud that could possibly open during the day, and if a bee sniffs this out and lands on both, we're looking at the first zuchinni within a week! I am so ready to eat zuchinni!

#zucchini #courgette #growing food #squash #gardening #how are squash so beautiful once they grow #i love looking at their big leaves #so soothing #also for the new gardeners #you can tell it's a female flower because it has that little round ball on the stem before the flower starts #that's the beginning of the fruit forming #if the flower is fertilized #then the fruit forms #and you get a zucinni #male flowers don't have that little ball of fruit #they're just flowers

[colfernarvaezwrites]

stuffed round courgettes

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[walsgrave]

stuffed round courgettes

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[starryfishbonesoup]

stuffed round courgettes

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[dottedsilktie]

Spring cleaning 2 - Clean up your mess

You couldn’t be happier that spring cleaning was coming to an end, your reward now at arm’s length. Unfortunately for you, Kento wants to torment for a little longer and not just with household chores. cw : +18, detailed smut (face sitting, edging, unprotected sex, squirting) please MDNI ; part 1 here

For the first year of living together with Kento, you can proudly say spring cleaning was a resounding success. Who knew the only incentive you needed to fully cooperate was the promise of being thoroughly cared for by your dear husband. 

Even Kento was taken aback by your eagerness, slightly amused by your boisterous shrub trimming in the early morning hours. He watched you fondly as you waved at him from the yard, all smiles and mussed hair, with comically large gardening scissors in your hands. Although your pruning left much to be desired, your effort seemed genuine and Kento took it as a chance to soak in the delightful sight of your bent form whenever you’d vigorously attack dead growth. The delicious curve of your arched back and your zeal were enticing enough for Kento to overlook your mediocre performance, then remedy it himself.

He spent the day quietly checking on you, always pleasantly surprised to find you wholly focused on whatever task you threw yourself into. The highlight of his day was probably seeing your exuberant strut up and down the corridor leading from your bedroom to the laundry room, accentuating the sway of your hips and the rhythmic pitter patter of your bare feet against the wooden floors whenever you sensed him coming closer, huffing and puffing about the “gargantuan” amount of laundry you were putting away. Kento came to find that, by gargantuan, you meant barely enough for two rounds of laundry as you only took a handful of clothes from your hamper to the washing machine at a time, more focused on putting on a show for him than actually getting anything done but it didn’t matter. Nothing really matters when Kento gets to see you so joyful, mischief only adding to your childlike charm, and he knew he was growing entirely too soft even though he’d promised to be implacable with you. 

Kento had steeled himself in not giving into your pleading or puppy eyes or less orthodox, more daring negotiation - or really, extortion - methods and strangely, you didn’t even subject him to any of it. So he fared well, starting strong when he’d easily outsmarted you, having you at his beck and call for the whole day and Kento rode the heady high of an easy victory for once. He could really get used to finally being listened to without protest.  

By the end of the day, you were brimming with energy, both from the prospect of getting your reward and the pride of a job well done.

Sitting on the living room carpet, you admire your handiwork and smile proudly at how the neat piles of Kento’s and your own folded clothes completely cover the white woollen rug, eager to stun him with the results of your honest work and get the praise you craved.

You skip happily towards the kitchen in search of him, head peeking in just enough to get a good look at Kento prepping for dinner, and stalling for a moment to take in the sight of the muscular ridges of his back under his tight shirt. Slowly, you creep towards him, light-footed and conspiratorial, fully intending to scare him but you only manage to get two footsteps in before he pipes up, tone light and knowing, “Did you need something, darling ?”; 

You audibly huff, evidently disgruntled to have been found out so easily, plodding along the rest of the way, nose wrinkled and eyes narrowed at him as you hoist yourself up on the countertop by his side. “You’re no fun, I wanted to surprise you”, you mumble, lightly punching his arm to get his attention. He merely hums and smiles, gaze not straying from the courgettes he julienned with impressive precision. Kento only turns to face you once he is done, and when he catches you staring at his hands with lidded eyes, he’s barely able to contain his snicker at how easy you’ll be to toy with.

“Your idea of surprising me is scaring me, not sure you’re any fun either”, he starts and you shrug innocently. “Besides, it’s hard to miss you ; I could smell you before I could even hear you, honey”. He extends a large palm to smooth your hair out and pull out a small twig still stuck in your ponytail, waving it around in your face. You remain unfazed, pushing your chest out proudly and retorting, “I smell like hard work”. He laughs and corrects, trailing off, “You smell like plumeria, and..”

He moves closer, hands on your knees to part them gently and stand between your legs. Kento’s feline gaze locks on yours, his usually cool amber irises set ablaze in the dying light of the sunset. One hand leaves your bare knee to cup your jaw and tilt your head back, and Kento’s scrutinising eyes make you squirm.  You are suddenly very aware of how you must look in this light, a day’s worth of grunt work leaving you sweaty and unkempt. Kento doesn’t seem to mind though as he ducks his head lower to brush the bridge of his sharp nose along your jaw, then even lower to the column of your throat. He inhales deeply, every little breath he takes against your skin magnified tenfold from how much you want him.

You hadn’t expected your reward to come so soon but you have no complaints about Kento’s generous mood, so you close your eyes and let his hand cradle the back of your head. He takes his time making his way up to your face, the soft pecks he lavished on your collarbones and neck turning hungry when he reaches just below your ear, licking a long stripe and nibbling on your earlobe. By then you are a goner, your little breathy whimpers of pleasure filling the otherwise silent kitchen. You only open your eyes when you feel him pulling away, brows furrowed once you notice his wry smile. What’s so funny ? you want to ask but he beats you to it, the hand at your nape retreating to show a bright crimson petal stuck in your hair.

“Plumeria and bougainvillaea”, he declares with a self-satisfied, lopsided smirk. You stare at him, mouth aghast. “Ken, what the fu –”, you start but he silences you with an open-mouthed kiss, the faintest brush of his tongue against yours easily lowering your defences again.   “You smell divine, hard work really suits you.”

You don’t know how to respond, you’re not used to being denied or teased like this. Kento can see the cogs turning in your lust-addled mind, confusion clear as day in your disappointed little moue.  “What did you want to tell me ?”, he interrupts your unspoken musings. You blink your confusion away, sniffling before answering, “The laundry…I wanted to show you, I did it and folded it, and –” He hums along, listening to you talk about folding laundry like you’ve just done the unthinkable. In a sense, you really have. Kento can’t remember a time when you had to do it since you’ve lived together ;  the burden of virtually every household chore always befell him. He loves taking care of you, so even the most menial and mundane tasks were softened in the glow of his affection for you. He just thought he could claim a little reward for all his efforts, even if it meant retribution on your end.

He does an impeccable job at maintaining an apathetic façacade as he lets you drag him from the kitchen to the living room, his resolve unwavering even when he notices how the enthusiastic bounce of your step is reduced to the uncertain drag of your feet.

“Well ?”, you try with a meek little smile, hopeful eyes fleeting between Kento’s impassive expression and the neat piles you spent your afternoon sorting. “Well ? I thought you would’ve put them back in our dresser by now”, Kento deadpans. Your smile immediately falters and he can see disappointment slowly morphing in frustration. It shouldn’t affect him the way it does, but he rarely gets to see you like this - so eager to please and so afflicted by his denying you. He feels himself twitch in his trousers as your hands ball into fists and your rosy lips jut out in clear discontent, your pout alone enough to tug at his restraint. Too engrossed in your fuming, you don’t notice the pleasure he takes in tormenting you and he uses your confusion to make a quick exit, vaguely telling you to “clean your mess” and get ready for dinner. 

Kento is amazed by how well-behaved you are, actually doing what you’re told even when he leaves you to your own devices, your promised reward undoubtedly thawing at your irritation. He watches you curiously as you move in a daze, putting the laundry away then slipping quietly in the shower, not even daring to invite him in with you. 

The billowing steam curtains a lone body instead of two, but you don’t dwell on it. Instead, you focus on washing away the remnant of hard work and letting the scalding stream of water soothe your nerves. As you step out of the shower, you think you are ready to brave Kento’s uncharacteristically cold demeanour.  Unfortunately for you, dinner is barely more fruitful, and the lauding you expected never comes. Kento is laconic at best, the insipidity of the conversation seeping into what was supposed to be a delicious meal, and there is no mention of what he has planned afterwards. You reason that he might’ve forgotten or maybe that he’s tired, too. 

He’s never like this but you reckon slaving away doing house chores can’t be ideal, even for someone like Kento who gets off on scrubbing away at coffee stains. It’s fine, you’ll just have to remind him and claim your reward. 

You do your best to quell the tremors of apprehension thrumming through you, waiting patiently for Kento to join you. He arrives moments later in all his after shower glory, sandy blond hair still damp and clinging to his forehead. Clad in nothing but low-hanging chequered sleeping pants that’d look awful on anyone but him , Kento has never looked better. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of crystalline droplets travelling the length of his torso down to his navel, and lower to catch on the hint of golden hair peeking out from the dangerously low hem of his pants. Kento can feel you staring and it takes everything in him to not mirror your hunger with his own, the glimpse he caught of your silk camisole and flimsy little shorts already enough to fan the coals of his lust. Instead, he quietly slips into his side of the bed, his back to you. The disbelieving scoff you let out is music to his ears. He feels you shuffle closer to him on your knees, poking his shoulder insistently as you simper, “Babe, I think you forgot something”. He sits up slowly, blinking at you before planting a chaste kiss on your forehead and mumbling a ‘good night’. You loop an arm around his bicep before he can even fall back on the mattress, forcing him to stay upright. “Not that, I meant what you promised this morning”, you try again, pressing your chest into his arm and resting your face against his shoulder. “What did I promise ?”, Kento inquires, blond brows arched in confusion.

“You know, you said you’d help me with the thing."

“What thing ? You’re going to have to be more specific honey, I’m very forgetful”, Kento taunts, scratching the back of his head in faux thoughtfulness. You scoff again, this time more irritated than incredulous, but you don’t relent. You rub your face against his shoulder affectionately, grasping at his hand and not so subtly pushing your chest out harder against his arm to drive your point across.

“This morning, when I told you about those hum, aches, you said you would -”, you stop suddenly, meek and bashful like you’re not rubbing your breasts against the corded muscles of his bare arm, nipples already hardening under the thin silk of your top that does nothing to conceal your growing arousal.  “I’d what ?” You can’t even answer, groaning into his bare chest to hide your fluster. Instead you try to show him, taking one large hand and guiding it to your face, kissing his palm and nuzzling into it, offering him a little smile that’d be demure if Kento didn’t know better. You peer up at him only to meet a hard, unimpressed gaze that suggests you’re going to have to try harder. “You promised, you said that if I was good you’d take care of me”, you huff out, dropping the meek act altogether as you sit back on your haunches, mulishness and petulance taking over. His laughter rumbles deep from within his belly and cuts through the leaden silence of your room. Somehow, it sounds foreign and mirthless coming from Kento. It makes you shiver, something halfway between apprehension and lust stirs deep in your loins. “Do you even hear yourself ? All I do is take care of you, darling”, he admonishes.  You shrink in on yourself, feigned meekness quickly turning into genuine timidity. You try to come up with an acceptable retort, but the prospect of being denied any longer fuels you with a sense of urgency that makes you snap. “I know, of course, I just mean…This is different, you promised and I was really, really good so you have to make good on your word, too !”

Kento’s expression quickly turns dour as he crosses his imposing arms over the chiselled expanse of his chest, reminding you that you are in no position to demand anything. Despite your less than ideal predicament,  you can’t help but stare. He’s so close, at arm’s length really, but you have a sneaking suspicion that if you were to try and touch him, it’d be his ire and not his desire you’d stroke. So you behave.

For the umpteenth time today, you keep your hands to yourself and your mouth shut. The longing in your eyes betrays everything you try to reel back in anyway. Kento knows that look. He’s grown familiar with the slight furrow of your brows and the way your doe eyes narrow in a wistful gaze where you somehow skilfully blend unrestrained pining and shyness: the ‘fuck me’ eyes that have his cock stiffening to life alarmingly quickly in his sleeping pants. At this rate, he won’t be able to keep his little game going for much longer.

“I suppose you have been pretty good”, Kento starts, a single finger drumming against his sculpted bicep. You nod eagerly, mouthing an enthusiastic ‘yes, yes’. He hums, seemingly deep in thought. Mindlessly, you slither closer to him, taking his silence as an invitation. He lets you run a tentative hand up his arm. Emboldened, your touch grows more insistent and your fingertips press into him to savour the sinewy muscle shifting beneath his warm skin. Your eyes seek his again, your pleading gaze chipping away at his austere exterior. “Please”, you try again, tone nothing short of beseeching. A flicker of warmth flashes in Kento’s stony eyes. He relents, but not how you’d expect him to, because he’s gently disentangling himself from you, fluffing his pillow and lying down. You look at him curiously, head tilted to the side and brows furrowed. “You deserve your reward. So take it.”

He vaguely motions to his face, lips stretched in a sardonic smile. Your mouth falls open and your cheeks bloom in different shades of red - shame, lust, unbridled curiosity. “I-I…We’ve never…” you stutter, suddenly shy and unsure. Kento rubs at the bridge of his nose and sighs in feigned exasperation. “I thought you’d be more eager, it’s too bad to see you don’t actually want it”. Lust supersedes any second-guessing and you’re quickly pushing him down when he tries to sit back up. Kento smiles lazily at you once more, making a show of settling comfortably back down. 

“Strip”, he whispers, terse but warmer than before. You quickly comply, trembling hands pulling your camisole off and tugging your shorts down. When you move to peel your underwear off, Kento puts a hand over yours, eyes zeroed in on the growing wet patch between your legs, a silent plea for you to leave it on. You somehow feel more exposed this way, the flimsy material betraying your arousal as it dampens further and sticks to your puffy folds.  Kento beckons you closer, hands on your thighs as he guides you to straddle his abdomen, running his lidded eyes over your mostly naked form. He knows he’s being selfish when he denies you and pulls at the already taut string of your patience, but he wants to commit the sight of your desperation to memory. You’re so beautiful when you’re needy, with your cheeks flushed - not from shyness, anticipation has long taken over - and your soft skin bared just for him. 

Just for me, Kento thinks as he pulls you toward his face, heart leaping out of his chest and cock leaking in his pants when your clothed cunt is just above his face. He traces the curve of your thighs then presses in the dip of your hips, any pretence of remaining soft long forgotten. His once conversational touch now covets ; his clever fingers sink in a sensitive spot until you shiver above him before they move to the next, goosebumps budding in their wake. 

You’re still not close enough though and Kento brings you dizzyingly closer to his awaiting mouth, feeling the heat of your core against his face and getting high off your scent. You truly smell divine and look even better, and he can’t help but crane his neck to lick a tentative stripe from your clothed entrance to your thrumming clit, swallowing back a groan of pleasure at the faint hint of sweetness and slick catching on his tongue.You go rigid above him, the lithe muscles bracketing his head taut from the effort of keeping yourself up, timidity undoubtedly adding to the painful strain on your legs. 

Kento is patient in his exploration of your body, he works at your reserve with small kisses trailing from your inner thighs to your covered clit, whetting his appetite on your airy whimpers and gasps. The phantom brush of his lips against your heated flesh is reverent, barely there but already enough to make you clench around nothing. “Kento, please – I need you”, you whine, trying to press yourself into his face but your feeble attempts are easily contained by his large hands. Kentot’s thumbs dig into your hip bones and his long fingers are outstretched to press into your lower back. “What do you need ? Tell me, honey”, Kento whispers right into your skin, voice hoarse with desire. He’s never made you ask for anything, so discerning and attuned to your needs that he senses and caters to them unprompted. It’s not surprising that voicing your needs has you whimpering from frustration above him. Still, you are nothing if not malleable, Kento’s soft kisses and honeyed voice lulling you into obedience. You let your head drop to look at him between your legs, misty eyes transfixed on Kento’s heavy-lidded gaze, your lips quivering. “I need you to touch me more, please Ken, you know what I want.”

Of course he knows. Kento always knows what you need and how to give it to you. Above all, Kento knows you don’t beg and he almost feels bad for tormenting you but your slick-covered panties tell him the helplessness you feel only heightens your arousal. Finally, he pulls your underwear to the side, baring you to his hungry eyes. You’re so pretty, little hole clenching and clit throbbing right over his mouth. The visual combined with your breathy whimpers has his cock so stiff it borders on painful. “I know, my love, I know." He soothes you when your whines get louder with delicate kisses to your puffy folds. It’s so good, soft and reverent but not nearly enough. You whimper, fighting against his bruising hold. “Kento –” “My pretty girl wants to cum”, he croons, now kissing right under your clit, shutting you up. “Isn’t that right ? You want to cum all over my face, with my tongue deep in your needy little cunt”. Kento doesn’t expect an answer, already pushing his tongue into your fluttering hole, finally tasting you - you taste heavenly and feel even better, clenching around him to keep his tongue inside your slick pussy. You cry out above him, babbling about how good it feels already and pleading for more. He looks up at your face to catch how it contorts in pleasure, your jaw dropping in a soft whine when he pulls out of you. “Above all, you want to be a good girl for me, right ?” His voice is taunting, you know he’s testing you but your devotion is boundless and you’re nodding frantically. “Yes, yes – that’s all I want, I want to be your good girl." Kento smiles and rewards you with a kiss to your clit. “Then hold yourself open for me while I taste you. Can you do that for me ?”

You let out a shuddering breath that threatens to melt into a sob and it gets him impossibly harder. Your face is bashful, clearly hesitant, yet your cunt drips more of the gossamer fluid he loves onto his lips. “Come on honey”, Kento encourages, searching for your hand with his own and bringing it to your slick sex. He guides your fingers on either side of your puffy folds, voice deceptively calm when he instructs, “Just like that – that’s a good girl, let me see you when I eat you out. Don’t be shy now, you know I love looking at you; you’re so beautiful everywhere, I could cum just from this.” 

The praise he withheld all day long starts pouring. Every groan of appreciation, every hot breath fanning your glistening pussy makes you slicker and your mind grows fuzzier at Kento’s lauding. You keep yourself spread for him, showing your swollen clit without even being told to. His cock weeps at the sight, the painfully erect length twitching whenever you beg for more, so worked up your slick leaks right into his open mouth. Your tone is laced with eagerness and desperation - not for a release anymore, just the need to be good. It makes him want to be good to you in return.

Finally, Kento uses his hold over your hips to bring you down right where he needs you. The first lick of his tongue against your swollen clit has you choking on a moan of his name. Tired of denying you, Kento pulls more wanton moans from your parted lips with well-aimed flicks of his tongue against your clit, groaning when more arousal seeps onto his chin. He quickly grows hungrier, gentle flicks giving way to the insistent suckling of your clit in his mouth, tongue rolling around the pert bud until you gasp and keen in delicious agony. It’s too much and somehow not enough, your hips chasing his touch even when you feel yourself licked raw.

Kento offers you a reprieve from his voracious mouth when he feels the telltale sign of a painful orgasm starting to oscillate in you, nipping at your inner thigh to bring you down then slipping his tongue inside you to raise you back up again. This time he’s gentler, slowly fucking his tongue in and out of your greedy pussy. He takes his time with you, savouring how the almost pornographic moans he pulled out of you mellow into soft little mewls of pleasure. Easing his hold on you once more, he lets you ride his tongue, groaning whenever you bump your sensitive clit against his nose. You both fall in a rhythm, Kento lapping up into your sloppy sex and you riding his face in measured rolls of your hips, this time slowly creeping up the steep hill of your release. Kento is blissed out, head full of you - your scent, your saccharine arousal coating the better half of his face, your little hands grasping at his hair to help your ride out your pleasure - and he can’t help the way his hips jut up, his weeping dick untouched but already so close to release. Snaking a hand down his pants, Kento grabs at the base of his cock, stifling his own pleasure to draw out yours. 

With his free hand, he reaches out blindly up your abdomen to grab at your breasts. He brushes against one with the back of his hand, squeezing it appreciatively, then treats the other with the same reverent gentleness. You clench even harder around his tongue at that, teary eyes rolling back into your head when his hand spans over your chest, his thumb on one nipple and his pinky on the other. Everything becomes overwhelming, you want to tell him how good everything feels, how big his hand is against you and how you’re dangerously close to cumming on his face. Instead, cry out his name, pulsing around his tongue and gushing into his mouth, clit throbbing where it rubs against his nose. Your thighs shake violently on either sides of his face but you don’t pull away, and amid your incoherent babbles, Kento discerns your pleading for more, don’t stop it feels so good. He fucks his tongue into your harder, quicker - stroking your spasming walls so he can drink up everything you have to offer. He lets go of your breasts and his cock, using both hands to keep you firmly against his face even when your orgasm blooms into painful pleasure. His palms are hot against your ass as he spreads you open to lick you down from your climax, and you distinctly feel how one of them is covered in so much precum, adding to the already sloppy mess of your cum and his spit smeared on your lower half. 

Way past overstimulation, you shudder uncontrollably and your moans melt into pitiful sobs. Just as you are about to go boneless above him, Kento gracefully manoeuvers your body to help you lay by his side. He can look at you properly now and he marvels at how beautiful you are with your tear-streaked cheeks and heaving chest, your underwear back between your folds soaking up the mess he’s made of you. You look so fucked out, sniffling and blinking at him with misty eyes, the waves of your orgasm still ricochetting throughout your body.

“How’s this for a reward ?” Kento quips, lovingly brushing strands of hair from your sweaty forehead. You smile lazily at him, too tired to actually laugh, then you nuzzle into his palm and kiss it in silent appreciation. His heart clenches at that, incommensurable love entirely eclipsing lust. Kento litters your cheeks and forehead with small kisses until your laboured breathing evens out, then he slowly moves to stand up. 

“Where are you going ?” you mumble in a drowsy voice. “I’ll be right back to clean you up, don’t worry my love” he tries to get away from you at an awkward angle, hiding his precum-covered pants but your little hands grasp at him, a disapproving pout on your face The sight of Kento’s ill-hidden affliction chases the bleariness from your eyes, and you smile at him knowingly. “No you’re not, we’re not done.” “I know you’re tired, you don’t have to force yourself sweetheart, really I –”, Kento starts, the face of abnegation even as his cock aches to sheath itself in your warmth, but he stops when you slip off your spoiled panties and spread your legs for him again. It seems like he’s fucked the shyness out of you because you suddenly have no qualms about reaching both hands to your sloppy sex, spreading it like you’d just done for his mouth. His jaw drops open when you trail a delicate finger to your fluttering hole, circling it before sinking in agonisingly slow, breath hitching. You must be so sensitive, so warm and tight, he thinks. Primed for his cock. Kento searches your face again for more reassurance.

“You really don’t have to.” “I want to. I want you inside me, don’t you want to reward me for being your good girl ?”; your smile is deceptively innocent, finger still steadily pumping in and out of yourself.

Fuck it.

Kento all but clambers to kneel between your spread legs, strong hands holding your thighs to open you more to him, pushing them to your chest. His breathing quickly grows erratic, pupils so blown they eclipse the amber of his irises. You want to spur him on further so you reach a curious hand to run the length of his bare chest, raking your fingers along his happy trail until you reach his pants. Then, with a devious little smile, you slowly sneak your hand to his aching cock. Kento’s moan is guttural when you ghost your finger on his leaking tip, and he grunts in agony when you wrap your soft palm around him, pumping him to add to the mess he’s already made of himself. If your hand already feels so good, just how much better will your cunt feel ?

With his patience running thin, Kento bats your hands away and tugs his sullied pants down just enough to free his length. Shuffling closer to you, he strokes himself over your spread sex, lidded eyes transfixed on the beads of precum leaking from his tip onto your pert clit. You crane your neck to watch him add to the mess between your legs, eyes fleeting between the angry red head of his dick and his face contorting in uninhibited desire. Kento swipes at your slippery clit with his thumb, reaching to your hole to gather more of your slick and your cum, then stroking your thrumming pearl with it. 

“So messy”, Kento muses to no one in particular, entranced by how sloppy he already got you. “But I need you wetter”, he concludes, a mischievous glint in his eyes. You whine in protest when he takes his hand away, missing the gentle pressure that was already building your pleasure back again. Your protest dies in your throat however when Kento repositions himself above you just right, guiding his cock to rub the drooling slit of its head on your clit, coating you in his essence. Somehow, that’s still not enough and your eyes go wide when he gathers spit on his tongue, letting a hefty glob drop where you’re connected. You blush furiously at the sight, wanton moans only getting louder when Kento cups the back of your head to make you watch how messier his spit gets you. 

“Think you’re ready for me now, my love ?”  When you nod frantically, holding onto the back of your thighs yourself in an unspoken plea for him to take you, Kento knows you are. Slowly, he arches over you, one hand rubbing his cock over your sloppy sex, the other sliding under your head to tilt it and make you watch yourself get fucked like you’d begged for.

Kento sinks his cock into your awaiting hole excruciatingly slowly, feeding it to you inch by inch, his eyes trained on your face. So fucking pretty, he thinks. The most breathtaking woman he’s ever seen is somehow even more beautiful like this. Kento starves off the need to slam himself into you, quelling his hunger on your shuddering gasps and the deliciously painful bite of your nails into his biceps. He only stops when he’s fully sheathed into you wet heat, cockhead grazing your cervix and making you gasp like he’s just punched the air out of your lungs. He remains inside you, unmoving, letting you adjust to being stretched thin all over gain. Cupping your cheek with his hand, he finally kisses you and you sob into his mouth, kissing him back messily and trying to tell him how good it feels already. I know, I know, he soothes, the velvety baritone of his voice heightening your pleasure. When he feels you relax around him, Kento pulls out cautiously and revels in the whimper it earns him. Slowly, he starts rocking into you, first in measured rolls of his hips, but his gentle pace quickly picks up into something more frenzied. 

You spur him on, moaning right into his open mouth and drooling into the large palm he cradles your face with, telling him how good it feels, I won’t last like this Kento, I need to cum on your cock.  Everything is so filthy from your words and the way your slick runs down your ass and coats his balls, to the obscenely loud squelching of your pussy trying to keep him inside you whenever he pulls out. You do ineffable things to Kento and he already feels his orgasm creeping up on him but he needs to thwart it, he needs to feel you cum around his dick like you did on his tongue.

Loosening his hold around your trembling body, he sits back up, the frantic rutting of his twitching length in your heat unfaltering. Kento brushes his thumb to your clit and pushes onto your abdomen at the same time, cursing when you get impossibly tighter around him. His gaze is nothing short of adoring as he watches agony and pleasure swim in your glassy eyes -  you’re so close, right at the edge and Kento knows just how to send you over it. Curling over you once more, he keeps a firm hand pressed on your lower stomach, resting his weight on his forearm so he can hide his face into the crook of your neck. Kento bites, licks, nibbles on every unmarred spot of skin there, cock still drilling into you at a dizzying pace even when you try to warn him that you’re dangerously close.

“That’s it, give it to me, cum on my cock and make a mess like the good girl I know you want to be”, Kento moans right in your ear and your shivering body treats it like a command. You wail as you cum, taken aback by the force of your own orgasm, the walls of your pussy contracting painfully around Kento’s cock. Your high sends him tumbling over the edge too, with a pained gasp of your name. All you feel is Kento - his seed flooding you in long and thick spurts, his twitching cock still fighting against your spasming cunt, and above all, the heavy weight of his scorching hot palm over your lower stomach - and something breaks in you.

Kento feels it before he sees it ; the faint stream of liquid that sprays out of you as he fucks you through your orgasm steadily growing stronger to soak his stomach. He pulls away from you to watch you squirt all over him, eyes closed and mouth drooling, the picture of pleasure. He fights through the pinch of overstimulation that creeps up his cock and balls and fucks more out of you, only stopping when you have nothing more to give. 

Utterly spent, Kento pulls out of you with a wince and watches his cum leak out of you as if in a trance. You’re not faring any better, now completely limp and still soaking the comforter you had just washed this morning. As you fall in and out of consciousness, you weakly mumble to him, “Are you going to make me clean my mess this time too ?” Kento laughs, embracing you and kissing the crown of your head.

 “Spring cleaning is over so you’re off the hook for now.”

For @foreverthelonelytraveller, I hope it's to your liking!

Disclaimer : I'm not a smut girly but I tried really hard and wanted to share something that'd be at least decent :)

#jujustu kaisen #nanami kento #nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami x you #jjk nanami #jujutsu nanami #jjk smut #nanami fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #kento nanami #jjk kento #kento x reader #kento smut #kento x y/n #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanamin #jjk fluff #kento fluff #nanami kento fluff

[flamboyantly-incompetent]

OoTP, Chapter 1 - A Hesitant Offer

Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: none?

Masterlist

Word Count: 1948

Note: Welcome to the first chapter of my Draco x Reader series! Starts in Order of the Phoenix at the beginning of school term.

Ever since arriving at Hogwarts in your first year, you've had to come to terms with your nigh nonexistent sense of direction. That, coupled with the changing staircases, and Peeves' unfortunate habit of blocking several corridors with a single tantrum, meant that most days you had to leave the Hufflepuff common room at least twenty minutes before anyone else did.

This morning was no different. As you shouldererd your bag and climbed out of the round door, beginning your journey to Herbology 5, your friends waved at you from their cozy seats by the fire. They all had this period free, and had offered to walk you to the greenhouse several times, but in all truth you didn't mind wandering the castle halls before other students were about to disturb them. You liked meeting new paintings and ghosts, some more forthcoming than others, and some willing to give you directions. Early last year, the Fat Friar had personally shown you to your first Divination lesson.

September was quite nippy in the Scottish Highlands, but the castle was kept warm by strategically placed fire places, and the greenhouses varied on the climates of the plants within. The walk between the castle and the greenhouses, however, was a wind tunnel to be feared all year round.

In a stroke of good luck, you found your way on the first try, and the vegetable patches were in sight long before any other students. The sunlight was pleasant in that early morning way, and the wind was as brutal as ever. You pulled your robes tighter around yourself. As you passed, you peered across the way to note how the courgettes were doing - there were several that looked ready to harvest. The image of steaming courgette and tomato gratin filled your mind, and you smiled wistfully. Then, your stomach rumbled and you could only think of regretting skipping breakfast.

Voices in a tense discussion bled out from greenhouse 5, and you grimaced. It sounded like Professor Sprout was talking to a fifth year about their O.W.L.s.

"I am sorry," Professor Sprout said, though her tone suggested she was not sorry at all, "that you are displeased with your marks. However, I stand by them, and will not be grading anything on a 'curve' this year."

The frustrated student replied, "I didn't know you could get a T! What does that even mean?"

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, a T stands for 'Troll.' It means a troll could've written your essay." You tried to stifle a snort of laughter. Which essay was she talking about? Surely not the essay on self-fertalizing shrubs - that one had taken you two reference books and a single hour to complete. Granted, you'd only received an E, but your parchment was a quarter inch too short.

You stopped by the greenhouse door, wondering if you should interrupt their discussion, or if somehow listening in was better.

"That's insulting!" Malfoy said, "They're bushes that consume their own shit - what more is their to say?"

"Five points from Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy. I expect more from my O.W.L. students." There was some silence. You took this opportunity to enter the room. Professor Sprout smiled at you; you smiled back awkwardly, and put your things down in an effort to avoid eye contact with Malfoy and prepare for the lesson. Professor Sprout continued, more quietly but you could still hear, "As it is still early in the term, I will accept a rewritten assignment due in one week. And I highly recommend you find yourself a tutor. As I'm sure you've guessed, I only accept students with passing marks into Advanced Herbology."

Behind you, a few other students, Ravenclaws, shuffled in also trying not to eavesdrop.

Malfoy huffed away from Professor Sprout and stomped up to some other Slytherins, arms crossed and muttering. "Tutor," he spat. They looked at him quizzically. "Just wait until my father hears about this."

Ah, now you recognized him.

Professor Sprout cleared her throat from the back of the greenhouse and the class quieted, Malfoy still glowering by the door. "Today, we'll be attempting to produce high quality smoke from the fire breathing snapdragons you've been attending to. Go on, fetch your plants. Excellent. Now, the key to a good smoke is a high soil pH, and immediate watering after a bout of fire breath. There are a number of ways to do this, so have fun and try your best. Professor Snape has requested whatever we harvest today be added to the potions' store room, so capture the smoke in these." She gestured to a collection of glass bottles with marble stoppers to her left, then shooed you all to begin your work.

From your bag, you produced the pestle and mortar your mum had sent you for Christmas first year, and set it next to your snapdragons. They were glowing softly, the red flowers pulsating with a white light. There was a canister of chunk limestone in the corner; you waited patiently while a Ravenclaw student poked through it, presumably looking for a piece the right size. Across the room, Malfoy looked lost, and so did his friends. You tried to ignore it.

You plopped a reasonable hunk of limestone into the mortar and began to grind it into as fine a powder as you could muster. Then, you sprinkled the powder around the base of the plant, working it into the the soil gently with a trowel, and took out your wand - 10 and 3/4 inches of chestnut with a unicorn hair core, quite bendy. Limestone generally raised soil pH slowly, so you'd have to help it along.

You drew a circle clockwise with your wand and whispered, "Longius ire." The snapdragons responded well, the tips of the outer petals now a stable purple.

"Aguamenti," you said, wand tapping a watering can. Nothing happened. You frowned and said again, more forcefully, "Aguamenti!" A small, pitiful stream, a few drops really, fell from your wand onto the thin metal. Sighing, you carried the empty can to the hand-cranked water pump outside. As you passed, you glanced at Malfoy's plant. The tips of his flowers had turned a sick green color.

You returned to your snapdragons with a full watering can and a glass bottle. You prodded a couple flowers with your wand, the white glow they gave off turning yellow, then orange, until finally they ignited into tiny bursts of flame. The moment the last flower died out, you doused the whole thing with water, and gathered the plum-colored smoke into the bottle by swirling it with your wand. The snapdragon shook off the excess droplets grumpily, and you put the marble stopper back in the bottle and looked around.

A fair few other students had successfully bottled the smoke, and most looked to be the right color. You labeled the bottle "Y/L/N" and stood to turn it in.

Then you smelled something horribly acrid. It was Malfoy's plant. He'd succeeded in coaxing the flowers to produce flame, but the smoke was all wrong. You coughed and covered your nose with the sleeve of your robes, as did most people around him.

"Stupid bloody plant," he muttered.

By the end of class, you'd produced another bottle of smoke, and continued to watch Malfoy struggle pitifully. The glass of the greenhouse shuddered as the bell tolled in the distance, and in unison the class stood up and began filing out of the room. You threw a look behind you. Malfoy was shooing the other Slytherins away, holding a bag of something or other.

Before you really knew what you were doing, you'd weaved through Malfoy's gruff looking friends and approached him, asking, "What's that?"

He turned and scowled at you. "Why?" But you could clearly see the label. Leaf mold.

"It just seems like you could use some help. Did you know that leaf mold makes soil more acidic?"

"That's why I'm using it, to raise the pH. Duh."

You sputtered, "N-no, acidic is low - a high pH is alkaline."

"Oh." Malfoy looked down for a moment, then knit his brows together and said, "Well it's stupid-"

"Look, you need a tutor and I'm offering. What'd'ya say?"

He looked you up and down appraisingly, and you regretted offering your help with every passing second. "Why?"

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"Why do you want to help me? What do you want?"

"OK, I definitely don't know what you mean. We can meet Saturday? I can help you rewrite your essay that I... overheard you... and Professor Sprout talking about." He opened his mouth to speak, looking even more affronted. "Just meet me here Saturday morning after breakfast. These are all open to Hufflepuffs on weekends."

Seemingly forgetting whatever he'd wanted to say a moment ago, he said, "I thought this was a Slytherin - Ravenclaw class."

"Oh. I'm a fourth year. This was the only Herbology five that fit into my schedule. I'm sorry, I've gotta go - double Potions - we have a deal?"

Malfoy glanced around at the empty greenhouse. "I don't even know who you-"

"Y/N." You edged out the door. You really did have to run, quite literally if this conversation didn't wrap up soon. "See you Saturday!"

Thanks to another broad stroke of luck, you ran into your friends on the way to your shared Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff double potions class, and made it with minutes to spare. After the lesson, you decided to swing by Professor Sprout's office to, hopefully, get some guidance for tutoring for an O.W.L. you hadn't even thought to worry about yet.

Like Hagrid, your head of house had her own private garden, though it was a series of rooftop patches that grew a variety of rare and occasionally dangerous plants. Not a pumpkin in sight. This year, there was a newly installed aquaponics tank growing a mass of thriving, slithering and hissing venomous snake plants. You gave them a wide berth as you crossed the garden to the office door and knocked.

"Come in!" rang a warm voice from inside. Professor Sprout smiled warmly at you from her desk when you opened the door to her small office. "Hello, dear. Have a seat. What can I help you with?"

Inside, the office was overfull of house plants, none of which were practical in any sense, but they were clearly cared for with love. You dodged an enchanted watering can and sat down. "Well, I just wanted to let you know that I've offered some tutoring to Draco Malfoy. And I was wondering if you had a list or something of the things the O.W.L.s should cover?"

She clapped her hands together, clearly pleased. "Excellent. I was hoping someone would take pity on him. I have some notes around here somewhere. One moment." She began rifling around in her desk drawers and continued, "Not a helpless case, that boy, I suspect he just needs a bit more attention than I can afford to pay him. It doesn't help of course that the gentle study of magical flora is often written off as a lesser one. Aha! Here it is. I expect you've seen most of these, but let me know if you need anything once you get going." She handed you a list of scribbled plant names entitled 4 OWLS. She was right - your mum grew most of these for her shop. This should be a cinch.

"Thanks, Professor."

"Of course, Miss Y/L/N. Was there anything else?"

A slow, giddy smile grew on your lips. "I wondered if you could show me the new aquaponics setup?"

She grinned. "Come with me."

#draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco x hufflepuff!reader #slow burn #harry potter

[sparklepocalypse]

Happy day of the week when I have to remember how to count! Thanks for the tags, @getmehighonmagic, @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion, @bigassbowlingballhead, @indestructibleheart, @tailsbeth-writes, @firenati0n, @ninzied, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, and @kiwiana-writes! Hooboy, there were a lot of you this time.)

Today's six sentences are part of a very tongue-in-cheek fic I'm currently writing in which Henry and Alex are both farmers in a small town, entitled He Thinks My Tractor's Sexy. Under the cut for discussion of produce that's shaped like genitalia. 🤣

“I was making the rounds to introduce myself to everyone and check out their… really phallic produce?” Alex’s gaze darts from the courgettes to the aubergines to the cucumbers. “No offense, but, ah… all your veggies appear to be very dick-shaped.” He doesn’t, Henry notes, seem offended or repulsed; instead, there’s a glimmer of… intrigue in his eyes. “Hmm,” Henry agrees, and when leans a hair closer and lowers his voice, he’s gratified to see Alex’s lips part. “It started out as a bet...”

The tag is open as always! ❤️

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #alex claremont diaz #henry hanover stuart fox #rwrb fic #alex x henry #firstprince #my fic #crackfic #rwrb crackfic #why is that not a hashtag #fic memes

[chokrihizem]

Zucchini, also known as courgette, is a beloved and versatile vegetable that many people enjoy. It is packed with nutrients, low in calories, and can be used in a variety of dishes. If you want to have access to zucchini all year-round, it's important to learn how to grow zucchini seeds indoors. This method allows you to start growing zucchini plants early and harvest fresh zucchinis sooner!

How to Germinate Zucchini Seeds Indoors

#gardening #gardening tips #lovegardening #gyo #gardening uk #gardenchat #organic gardening #vegetable gardening #backyard #home and garden #gardenblr #gardencore #gardeners on tumblr #zucchini #courgette #indoorgardening #seedstarting #seed #seeds #gardeningtips #growingvegetables #growingveggies #growyourown #growyourownveggies #gardeningtipsforbeginners

[coldflasher]

btw if everyone gets spammed by a dozen copies of a post of me yelling excitedly about bees. im really sorry lmao tumblr refuses to post it but i was so excited i kept mashing the post button😅

anyways IM EXCITED ABOUT SUMMER AND MY GARDEN AND ALL MY PLANTS FINALLY GROWING!!

LOOK! my first courgettes of the year!! or zucchinis, for my american pals

they don't look very courgette-like but that is because i like growing weird-looking or oddly coloured fruit and veg you can't get in supermarkets cos if im gonna grow stuff at all... why not

the variety is called one-ball. they are round and yellow and proceeds from the sales of the seeds go to raise money for testicular cancer, which i think is delightful

this is one of my strawberry plants!! (not the infamous strawberry colossus that got eaten lmao). i grew this one myself from seed last year. fun story: experienced gardeners everywhere will tell you not to grow strawberries from seed, largely because strawberry seeds are finicky and notoriously difficult to germinate so most people grow from runners cos it's infinitely easier. but guess what!! no one told me last year when i saw the seeds in the supermarket!! so i just sowed them and didnt do any of the stuff you're supposed to (like freezing them beforehand) and they grew anyway!! i didn't get many strawberries tbf but this is their second year so they'll supposedly be way more productive. im VERY excited!!

and this is just valletta having a nice time. belly!!!

#gardenposting

[softquietsteadylove]

For Thenamesh Runaway Bride AU.

One day Thena decides to ask Gil if he would be willing to teach her how to do gardening. And of course Gil agrees!

"Thena?"

She jumped, having been so focused on watching him tend the garden that she hadn't noticed him noticing her.

"What are you up to?" he asked with a chuckle, dusting his hands off and standing from the seed beds he was tending. What he really meant was why was she hiding to do it?

"Sorry," she murmured as she rounded the corner of the cabin to walk over to him. The ground was warming quickly and softening from the dissolving snow. Thena seemed to have become quite used to walking around with her bare feet, only wearing the slippers he found her in the very coldest times in winter.

"It's okay," he shook his head. She was getting more and more comfortable with their routine in their little home, but she had yet to venture out into the garden. Like the kitchen, she seemed to expect only disaster to come of it. "What do you wanna know?"

"Well," she paused, holding her hands in front of her as she looked at the seeds and budding flowers. Sometimes he could forget she was a princess, until she did things like this, or crossed her legs particularly primly, or he caught her dabbing her lips delicately after tea. "I was thinking about...how to help."

"In the garden?" She nodded, and he couldn't help his smile.

Thena had become increasingly interested in helping out around the house. She made blueberry crumble as often as she could, and she still swept the floors and helped him wash the dishes. But he could tell she was restless.

"What have you planted here?" she started, pointing to where he was just watering.

"Well, because this spot is closest to the house, I thought I'd plant the courgettes there, since they don't really need as much sun," he pointed out to her. She leaned over to see and he let his hand come to rest on her shoulder. "And crocuses are starting to pop up, too."

"Crocuses," she repeated, observing every little detail with hungry eyes. He liked seeing how curious she could be about everyday life. It reminded him of the first time he braided her hair for her, and she had nearly demanded he show her how until she got it right.

"They're a wild flower, and they can sprout in pretty much any environment." He turned them to look at the rest of the area he had cleared for their various soil beds. "The vegetables I've had for a while, but the, uh, the flower beds are kind of new."

She looked at him again, and he felt himself blush.

"I just," he shrugged, lifting his hand off her shoulder and pretending to stretch his tired back. "Thought it'd be nice to, uh, have something pretty?"

Thena smiled, though. "That does seem nice. How can I help?"

"Uh," Gil blinked, but Thena's determination remained. "Help?"

Thena frowned, much to his distress. She looked up at him, their shoulders still bumping together faintly in their closeness. "Gil, you already to so much. And you'll be busier than ever when summer comes."

Gil smiled at her, his insides melting a little. She was so considerate of him and the work he did. He knew she worried about not contributing as much, which he thought was silly, since it was his cabin he had maintained for years in which they were both living. She was already a big relief on the work that needed to be done.

And that smile she had--that would make absolutely every long he chopped and bark he shaved worth it.

"Show me!" she persisted. She gave him the same look she gave him when she first started weaving the mat for the front door so he would stop tracking dirt in the house on his boots.

Gil laughed, "yes, your highness."

"Gil!"

"Sorry, sorry," he chuckled, kneeling down and helping her do the same. "Okay, so here, I was going to plant some onions."

"Hm," Thena pursed her lips; on the scale of vegetables and her tolerances of them, she begrudgingly accepted onions most days.

"And I want to plant more potatoes!" Gil continued, shimmying down the line. He looked at her, "you liked those potatoes in butter and cream, right?"

She offered a reserved nod, but he could practically see her mouth watering.

"See?--I don't think we can have too many of those."

"What kind of care do they need?" she asked, and he could practically see her taking notes in her head.

"Potatoes are actually pretty low maintenance, which is nice," he shrugged. "Digging them up is probably the hardest part of keeping them, honestly. And we don't have to worry about that just yet."

Gil held out his hand, standing and helping Thena up at the same time. "What do you think?"

"It seems like a wonderful crop," she gave him that smile that made him want to swear his allegiance to her, whether she wanted it or not. "Next time you're out here taking care of them, will you bring me with you?"

Well, if she asked like that, he would bring her with him anywhere--to the ends of the earth. "Sure thing, sweetheart."

Thena clapped her hands together and dusted them off, as she'd seen him do.

"C'mere," he smiled, bringing her by the hand over to the water pump. "This is part of it too, but when we actually have things to harvest, we can wash them off under this before we bring them in to start prepping them."

Thena was quiet, letting him massage the soil from her hands ever so gently and reverently. Just like how he had washed her scraped and scarred feet for her when she first arrived at his cabin well over a year ago, now.

Sometimes it really didn't't seem like it was that long ago.

Gil worked gently, caressing every bend and line and crease in her delicate hands. She was so soft, and so willowy--royal people really must not be allowed to lift a finger for anything. Only once he was satisfied with his work did he release her hand, "there."

When he raised his head, he was nose to nose with Thena. They were awfully close, her dress blowing gently in the wind around her ankles between them. He could see the shades of green in her eyes and the strands of darker blonde mixed with the rest of the sunshine blonde ones.

"Thanks," she murmured, the spell broken and backing up from him slightly.

Gil blushed to the tips of his ears, rubbing the burning hot back of his neck and kicking around a rock at his feet. "Y-Yeah, uh, 'course."

"Hm," she let out gently.

He looked up when he heard the water flowing again. Thena had pumped it this time, holding out her hand for his.

She smiled, "your turn."

#Thenamesh Runaway Bride AU #I think Thena would be so eager to help Gil around the house #he's done so much for them since she arrived #she just wants to contribute #and really what is this #if not a blatant excuse for soft and intimate hand holding? #I mean really #just them #taking turns 'washing each other's hands' under the sun #a speck of dirt? #time to wash your hands for you

[kristsune]

Well there was plenty of silliness during Spelunky with Sam, so much in fact that they ended up switching to Geoguesser for the last hour of stream. Some of that silliness includes: proper introductions, nana equinox, its a free country, shut up Sam, a courgette, thatcher’s here!, Sam is history’s hero, dog snuff, digressions? no, menace this snake, a Freudian slip, blow the ghost live on stream, no notes!, gobble that ghost!, me brain no work, Dog Gone, piss cake, don’t sacrifice me, manipulative language, lizard prick, little boy here for a visit!, #saybigotfordaddy into tummy sticks (screenshots included), Tim the Crim, prepare to die... of being guessed, DAFFY GREEN?!?, enjoy fishbits!, little gremlin boy, great loser, big round southern a, numbers are in fact fake, false ending, and raid phrase say bigot for daddy.

art by erebusodora, screenshots by me

#rusty quill #the brothers meredith #tim meredith #sam rae #erin enfys #my audio #love how they bounce off each other #and make each other laugh

[mysticusfreeze]

Great Plushie Showdown of 2023 Round Two

Ditto

Brand: Pokemon

Another Pokemon I bought him at the same store since I could not resist his goofy face.

Courgette

Brand: Build a Bear

I dragged my bf to a build a bear in order to make myself a guy, I gave him animal crossing pjs since I love the game. Courgette is french for zucchini I thought it was cute. He is dating my other build a bear Loft.

#great plushie showdown of 2023 #plushie poll #second round #plushblr

[smalltowngnoll]

Fried Courgette

They have all the crispiness of potato chips but retain their distinct courgette taste.

Nice recipe if you have a large zucchini harvest!

Ingredients

1 c flour

1 tsp salt

1 tsp black pepper

3-4 eggs

3 c+ bread crumbs (more if you double bread)

1/4 c grated parmesan cheese

dried herbs like basil, parsley, or oregano (optional)

3 zucchinis, sliced in quarter inches either rounds or lengthwise

Olive oil

Red sauce, flavored to your liking. (I used some homegrown fennel seeds in this!)

Recipe

Get 3 wide and shallow bowls or containers. In one, sift flour, salt, and pepper. In the next, beat eggs. In the final bowl, mix bread crumbs, parmesan cheese, and optional herbs.

Cycle zucchini slices through flour, egg, and bread crumbs. Line a tray for easy access while frying.

Heat your red sauce on low! It’ll be ready by the time the zucchini is done!

Drizzle oil on a skillet on low. Cook zucchini slices until browned, then flip. Remove from oil and let excess drain.

Serve warm with red sauce. NOTE: If you don’t plan on eating it all, you can fry the prebreaded slices the next day.

Shitty Picture

Is it cheating if I’ve made this before? Always handy when the zucchini produces more than I can use.

#neopets #neopia #nostalgia #recipe

[dassandre-00qpidsarrow]

Dassandre’s Masterpost 2022

Wow!  Another amazing 007 Fest has come to an end already!  I’m in awe at all the fabulous fan works created by everyone on all the teams.  I was again honored to be a part of Team Q-Branch this year, and I think we pulled together some darn good stuff!  Go Team Q-Branch! I want to give a particular shout out to my partner in writing crime, @boffin1710​.  Not only was he an amazing writing partner, but the graphics he generated this year had many of us sobbing in the wings with No Time to Die angst.   Anyhoo ... on to my Masterpost, and this year’s is a doozy!

Dassandre’s 007 Fest 2022 Master Post - 1811 points

Written Fiction - 860 points (additional categories noted, and their points totaled in those categories below)

Rings (rare pair)

Château de la Résurrection: Part One (Fix-it Day, Story Header Graphic)

Château de la Résurrection: Part Two 

Château de la Résurrection: Part Three (Prompt Exchange Fill)

Alone at Last (Queering the Character’s Day)

Without Being Told: Chapter 130 (rare pair)

Without Being Told: Chapter 131  (rare pair)

Death Ends Life, Not a Relationship (rare pair)

Life is Pushing Past It (rare pair)

Calamity  (rare pair)

Other Fan Creations - Graphics  - 150 points (additional categories noted, and their points totaled in those appropriate categories) 

Not Even Death

The Boffin and the Bureaucrat (plus meta)

Ellery’s Garden: Tomatoes (head canon)

Ellery’s Garden: Tomato Jam (recipe)

Ellery’s Garden: Courgettes (head canon)

Ellery’s Garden:  Courgette Fries (recipe)

Ellery’s Garden: Brussels Sprouts (head canon)

Ellery’s Garden:  Crispy Brussels Sprouts (recipe)

Ellery’s Garden: Pumpkins (head canon)

Ellery’s Garden:  Stuffed Pumpkins (recipe)

Things James and Q Never Thought They’d Say (head canon, rare pairs, Head Canon Day) x 10  Note:  These were originally posted individually on Tumblr during Fest, but this link is to their new collective home on Ao3.

Best Memory of Partner (head canon, rare pair, Polyamory Day)

I Love Boffins (Q-Branch Day)

Villain Walk-Up Songs (Villain Day; Scav Hunt Fill)

The Agent (Meta Day; Scav Hunt Fill)

Dad Jokes (Scav Hunt Fill)

The Ties that Bind (head canon, rare pair)   Note:  This was originally posted on Tumblr during Fest, but this link is to its new collective home with other WaterVerse head canons on Ao3.

Family of Five (head canon, rare pair)   Note:  This was originally posted on Tumblr during Fest, but this link is to its new collective home with other WaterVerse head canons on Ao3.

Til Next Year 

Scavenger Hunt Fills - 120 points

Bond Actor/Actress Crossword - #10

Collaboration with a Teammate - #2

Anime Character - #65

Five Songs for Bad Guys - #4

The Raven Pastiche - #22

Bond’s Business Ad and Logo - #88

Dad Jokes - #15

Find the Difference - #54

Animal Newsletter (Animal of Bond Day)- #97

Gift to Member on Another Team #83 - Life is Pushing Past It 

Theme Days - 15 points

Fix It Day

Head Canon Day

Queering the Character’s Day

Polyamory Day

Q-Branch Day

Villain Day

Meta Day

Animals of Bond Day

Miscellaneous Points - 340 Points 

Beta - Day One Photo Prompt Writing - for @boffin1710​ 

Beta - Harry Potter and the Fucking Audacity - for @ato-the-bean​ and @anyawen​ x 10 chapters

Productivity Hours x 3

Piece of Meta x2

Head Canons x 15

Recipes x 4

Round Robin Writing - Juggling Act

Comments - 182

Prompt Fill Sheet Bonuses  - 13 points

2002 Prompt Exchange - #8 (Write a circular fic in which the story must end how it began)  Château de la Résurrection

2018 Prompt Exchange - #31 (Poly Relationship; plus previous year fill bonus) Death Ends Life, Not a Relationship

2022 Prompt Exchange - #99 ("I don't know what any of that means.") - Without Being Told - Ch. 131

Additional Bonus Points - 313 points

Collaborative Prompt Table ( @ato-the-bean​) - Things James and Q Never Thought They’d Say (30 points)

Theme Day Bonus (15 points)

Featured a Rare Pair x 17 (85 points)

Comment Bonuses (80 points)

Head Canon (28 points)

31-Day Challenge (75 points)

And that, I believe, is that.  Looking forward to next year’s Fest already!!

#007Fest 2022 #Team Q-Branch #QB-V4 #Dassandre #Masterpost #MI6Cafe