#Smoked Herring Fillets

[moralesmilesanhour]

Hello hello!! How you doing?? Hope you're doing good cause I got a fluffy request!

Could be either 1610 or 42 miles, but, that miles has reader over cause he wants to impress her with his cooking but fails miserably and nothing goes as he wants it to be and reader is entertained 😆

Doing this w Miles G because something abt that is funnier to me (also he is making Ivorian food bc that's just where my brain went so you're getting African!Reader today 😭 also this is based on what I seen my parents do so idk the standard way to cook anything whoops)

You felt your phone vibrate and grinned upon seeing the contact name 'Gonzalo' flash across the screen.

"Miles?"

"Ion know who else it could be," the boy's voice filtered through your phone’s speakers. "You busy?"

You shook your head, then remembered that Miles couldn't see you.

"Nah, I'm just hanging out."

"Come over, I got a surprise for you."

The sound of something hitting a surface repeatedly in the background catches your attention, as if someone's chopping vegetables.

"Ooh, is your momma cooking? Hey Mrs. Morales!" You attempt to call out.

"She not here," Miles laughs. "I'm the one cooking. You coming over or not?"

You raise an eyebrow at your screen, and he notices the brief pause.

"You know, I can hear your lack of faith in me."

Still, you stand up in front of your bed and slip your crocs on.

"Guilty as charged, Gonzo. I'm coming over anyway to make sure yo' ass don't burn down Rio's kitchen. She doesn't deserve that," you joke.

"I'm not gonna–aye, what'd I say about that nickname–?"

"Bye!" You sung as you hung up.

Miles set aside the last of the veggies he was dicing with a dull scrape. With a swift movement, he slid the pieces of onion into the frying pan with the filleted fish already cooking in it.

The boy took a step back for a second to assess his work: the attiéké you had brought him last week to try out was soaking in a large bowl, waiting to be drained as the scent of simmering vegetables and spices began to spread across the kitchen. Miles grinned, feeling accomplished.

It all went to shit once you rang the doorbell.

"Hey, ma," he opened the door to you grinning in the hallway, arms crossed.

He enunciated the greeting you had taught him carefully, "On...dit...quoi...?

"Very good!" Planting a kiss on Miles' cheek, you quickly slipped your crocs off before stepping inside. "What's with the apron?"

He looked down, and remembered he had borrowed his mother's 'Kiss the Cook' apron.

"Cuz I'm a professional and I do this," he replied, locking the door behind you.

"Are you sure? I don't think 'professionals' leave the stove on unattended."

You laughed as Miles' eyes went wide and he spun around to dart back into the kitchen, cussing under his breath.

"It smell good, though, don't it?" Miles called out over the sound of sizzling.

It does smell good. And familiar.

"You making what I think you making?"

You popped your head into the kitchen and gasped with delight.

"M-hm," the boy nodded as he stuck the bowl in the microwave. "It is supposed to go in here, right?"

"Yup, I'm shocked you remembered."

Miles stuck out his bottom lip in a pout.

"C'mon, you don't believe in me?"

The smell of smoke and caramelized onions wafts beneath your nose, and worry slowly creeps onto your features.

"Baby, watch the stove!"

"Shit!"

-

Miles sighed as the two of you leaned on the counter. His stretched out his fingers, having had to wash the remnants of burnt fish and onions out of the frying pan.

"It's fine," you reassured him, rubbing circles into his back. "At least we still got the attiéké, right?"

"Yeah, it's still up there."

Despite attempting to sound casual, the disappointment in Miles' voice was audible. You reached out and toyed with one of his braids before gently tilting his chin towards you.

"Hey, we still got a few hours 'till your mom gets home. You got anything else in that freezer?"

Miles' eyes lit back up as he replied, "Hell yeah, we got a couple chicken thighs left. Round two?"

"Yup," you pecked him on the lips, "but I'm doing the frying this time."

#earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #remember to always keep the stove under close supervision kids #requests #moralesanhour

[lavaflowe]

JTTW BOOK CLUB

CHPT 7-9

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

Chpt 7

•”All this was probably refined in his stomach by the Samadhi fire to form a single solid mass” I know other deities can use the fire but I’m wracking my brain for when it used before(this point) specifically- My understanding was the furnace refined the immortal elixirs and fruit- I’m going to assume Laozi is just theorizing and doesn’t know what actually happened

•Diamond body….👀

•Erlang gets absolutely DRIPPED out, he earned it FR

•eyes permanently irritated by the smoke churned up the the Xun trigram, someone get this man some eye drops

•he is extra pissed

•HE JUST BODIES LAOZI IM YELLING😂

•”this cosmic being fully fused with nature’s gifts passes with ease through 10,000 toils and tests”

•Big war form out to beat serious ass, he’s not jokin bitch

•” bright and luminous; ….illustrious pearl of mani he is indeed” MMMMM comparing him to a mani- a flaming (wish granting) jewel is hilarious 💀

•Tathagata bringing in the big guns (himself)

•”how tf do you know The Way and not know who I am?? And you’re so….violent” I can sense the side eye

•I wonder if Wukong has previous incarnations?? Buddha says he just reached human form this incarnation but if his rock was there at the beginning of creation, wouldn’t his soul be ‘baking’ (for lack of a better term) the whole time until he hatched?

•” and with a total lack of respect he left a bubbling pool of monkey urine” Iconic moment LMAOOOO

•smart for Wukong to leave a momento- too bad it didn’t matter lol

•ah so he was jumping to visit the pillars again, not run away(supposedly)- he’d rather prove he’s right than escape💀 that checks out

•monkey has been squished, it is now party o’clock

•are you allowed to give the Buddha drugs if it’s an offering? Like wine??🤔 “wtf is this allowed? Wtf”

•”Wukong is wiggling out”

“Dw, take this”

*slaps tag on the mountain like flex tape*

•enough room to breathe and move his hands- I would lose my mind

•Molten copper & iron pellets mimic punishments in hell (just learned this🙏), shedding the Karma like water -I feel like 500 years is pretty good tbh considering everything

Woe molten metal and iron upon ye

Chpt 8 + 9 under cut:

Chpt 8:

•lots of lovely poems in this chapter

•a paragraph recap of the past 7 chapters

•wonder what Feast of the Ullambana Bowl is? (the notes say it’s a mass for the dead and is also know as the Ghost festival, practiced by Taoists and Buddhists)

•”the Chan mind shines bright like a thousand rivers’ moon; true nature’s pure and great as an unclouded sky.”

Lovely poem, and I’m beginning to realize this book is very heavily focused on the Chan school, which I don’t know why I didn’t pick up on sooner? White-Robed Guan Yin is a Chan specific form, usually depicted in their bamboo grove

•Tathagata reveals his 3 baskets of scripture after everyone is done presenting their poems, feels almost like he suggested the celebration to announce these

•Each basket corresponds to scriptures of Heaven, Earth, and the Damned- a total of 15,144 FUCKING SCROLLS

•oooo Guanyin poem!! “ a golden body filled with wisdom, fringes of dangling pearls and jade, …dark hair piled smartly in a coiled-dragon bun. With brows of new moon shape and eyes like two bright stars, her jadelike face beams natural joy. …Her orchid heart delights in green bamboos; her chaste nature loves the wisteria. The living Guanyin from the Cave of Tidal Sound.”

•5 Talismans: Embroidered Cassock that will protect him from falling back into the Wheel of Transmigration, a 9 ring priestly staff that will protect him from poison or harm, 3 tightening fillets- the Golden, the Constructive, and the Prohibitive Spell.

•Guanyin thinks this will take about 2 to 3 years💀 hooooo boy….

•FLOWING SAND RIVER!!! MY 2ND FAV BOY!!!

•Green and Black complexion, Gleaming eyes like the lights beneath a stove, forked mouth with teeth like knives and swords, and disheveled red hair

•like that Wujing is using a priest staff he def took from one of the monks he ate lol

•Wujing fighting Moksa for his life only to drop everything to apologize and talk to Guanyin LMAO

•MOKSA PICKS HIM UP BY THE COLLAR AKFKAKDJDJ

•ah, so Wujing didn’t reincarnate, he was changed, STABBED OVER 100 TIMES EVERY 7 DAYS AND FORCED TO COMMIT CANNABILSM SO HE DOESNT STARVE AS PUNISHMENT- THATS JUST LOVELY😭

•I like the interpretation that he could have been trying to signal a coup by breaking the crystal cup

•Guanyin hearing about Wujing’s string of skulls: it’s a surprise tool that will help us later

•BAJIE TIME

•this idiot bro “HOW DARE YOU TRY TO GET FLOWER PETALS IN MY EYES!!” “IDIOT THAT WAS GUANYIN” “…Guanyin is here??” “LOOK UP”

•Wuneng is reincarnated, he got beat to death in Heaven for hitting on Chang’e LMAOOOOO GET REKT

•ah yes, casually mentions killing his pig family and then his life of eating humans. Lovely.

•AO LIE TIME

•I committed a little accidental arson, please bail me out

•Damn, he got a really short intro

•interesting that Guanyin id’s the Peach Banquet as Wukongs fall from grace. I would def agree with this- eating the peaches like he did was extremely reckless and the beginning of the end imo

•”who tf is talking shit up there”

•No one has ever visited Wukong, I’m guessing the Guards were horrible company

•I like how both Guanyin and Sanzang try to give Wukong a religious name- Guanyin is very happy to hear he has the Wu- prefix as well lol

•arrived in Chang’an, let the hunt begin

Chpt 9:

•Chang’an bb, all blooming flowers surrounded by 8 rivers (DAMN, that’s a lot of water)

•Guangrui got first place in the examination, good for him UwU

•SURPRISE WIFE

•”gave the girl to Guangrui as his bride” UM I THINK SHES THE ONE WHO GRABBED HIM LMAO

•Guangrui has some fated beef with these two random boatmen, Liu Hong and Li Biao- states that he was destined in a previous incarnation to be enemies with them, is this a result of bad karma?

•NOOOOOO MY GUY GUANGRUI

•Liu Hong reminds me of Liu’er Mi-*gunshot*

•since they’re at the bottom of the Hong river, which Dragon King is this?

•Golden Carp coming in clutch, nice

•LADY YIN IS SO METAL LETS GO “she hated the bandit so bitterly that she wished she could devour his flesh and sleep on his skin” DO IT GURL, KILL HIM

•damn, too bad she’s pregnant with Sanzang….dw Girl I know you would kick his ass otherwise…

•there goes his toe…

•get named River Float idiot

•damn bro chill, that wasn’t very monk-like of you

•homie got called an orphan and cried JAKDJSJFJ I FEEL BAD

•she didn’t even check the toe I THOUGHT SHE DID- WHAT WAS THE POINT LMAO

•nvmnd

•I guess licking the eyes is better than spitting on them…sigh…

•GODDAMN THEY RIPPED LIU HONG AND LI BAIO APART….good for them, deserved in fact

•Lady Yin committing suicide even after she was reunited with her husband makes sense, as there was a trend where wives whose husbands died or they were assaulted, killed themselves. This was show loyalty to their husbands and add weight to their claim of SA- Lady Yin’s husband coming back does not change the fact that everyone knows she was forcefully married :((

(I use the term ‘trend’ only as a way to describe the rise and fall in wife suicides tied to either a husbands death or as a response to SA)

#FINALLY CAUGHT UP YIPPEE #I CAN… I CAN DRAW MKRE FOR THESE #<- I say this but I intentionally didn’t post last Sunday so I could make that animation for chapter 7 LMAO #…I have my priorities straight #tho the animation prevented me from doing anything for Sanzang’s chapter RIP #I would have done Lady Yin Justice I swear- she deserves soemthing nice #jttw #jttw book club #<- still not sure about that tag LMAO #Journey to the west #I’ll probably slap all my doodles in one post at some point… #Sun Wukong #tang sanzang #my art #jttw meme #tw: sui mention

[the-monkey-ruler]

What powers does Guan Yin have? Can she send people visions?

I've never heard her doing such things honestly. But considering that Guanyin has been in hundreds of myths all things considering I can't rule it out just because I have never seen it myself. She is a huge influence in Buddism and as such is super popular when it comes to be in mythos and other tales that use her presence as a guiding light or just a benevolent figure. She is often seen as the protector and planner of the group, her kindness and compassion are unmatched in any regard. She chooses each pilgrim (each with a crime to their name) knowing they can reform themselves and have a chance to escape their heavenly punishments to have a new and better life. She is the one to really push the idea within the narrative that anyone can have a second chance and redeem themselves with a little help.

She is about to change her physical form, something she has been able to show in Xiyouji when she helps Wukong, and also change other objects like how she made the swords into her lotus platform and back into swords and turning Bailong into a horse. she can tame demons with the ease of using a bamboo basket to capture them as she has done with the Spiritual Touch King. Her Jade vase can hold the amount of an ocean and the nectar of the water can cure any plant and extinguish the Samadhi fire. She is wise beyond knowledge, and with her Eye of Wisdom is knowing past and future events and seeing many things on the earth, and being able to see through disguises.

She was the one to create the gold fillets, an item that comes from Buddhist lore and can be seen on other Buddhas. She made the Prohibitive Fillet for the Balck Bear Demon, the Golden Fillet for Red Boy, now Shancai, and the Constrictive Fillet for Sun Wukong. While she is able to make these creations only the wearer can take them off if they no longer need them. Not even she can take them off as these fillets become part of the person and as such only said person has the power to overcome them.

Her steed is Jupiter Rival that was the one to kidnap the King's wife for three years and he has the magic weapon of the purple bells that can shoot off fire, wind, and smoke that belong to Guanyin. She also as the Red Goard that Muzha uses to help cross rivers.

But there is a lot to her outside of Xiyouji as well that isn't in the book. She is also known to have a thousand arms and a thousand eyes that is shown in her temples. I see some media use this as a power for her but not often in literature. I know she is also seen as a protector of travel and transportation. She also has a white parrot as one of her disciples.

Xuanzang’s own writings talk about the miracles that he witness that he credited to Guanyin as well and there are so many stories that have her as well I don't even know if there is a list but those are the most notable traits that I have always seen connected with her.

Edit: I was wrong about Gaunyin being the one to make the fillets, that was Buddha and GuanYin gave them out.

#anon ask #jttw #journey to the west #xiyouji #bodhisattva guanyin #guanyin #ask

[ficretus]

Theory: Rhodopis as Knightfall, dissecting 2 paragraph story for every detail

Rhodopis has pretty much always been one of the basis of speculation for canonical Knightfall. Personally, this is first Knightfall theory I saw, back in the day on onewomancitadel blog (which seems to be deleted now). It was short, to the point and mostly made sense. In this post I'd like to dig into Rhodopis theory and look into every detail of the story to see does it make sense as a theory.

First of all, what is common belief regarding Knightfall and Rhodopis:

It's considered to be proto-Cinderella story so it connects her to Cinder. Rhodopis was courtesan that was enslaved twice. she is eventually freed by Kharaxus of Mytilene, brother of poet Sappho, who then marries her. People translate this into Knightfall because just like Rhodopis, Cinder was enslaved twice. Kharaxus becomes Jaune through Sappho and Saphron connection (both lesbians, Saphron lives in Greek themed city, oldest fragments of Sappho's poetry were found on ceramic vase shards which can be connected to Terra being named after terracotta). Kharaxos freeing Rhodopis and marrying her is then read as Knightfall conclusion of the story.

As I said, it's simple interpretation, however, there seem to be some misconceptions about the story.

First to be clear, when people say Rhodopis in context of Knightfall, they mean Herodotus Rhodopis, which I'll use in this post as well. Reason distinction matters is because Herodotus' and Strabo's versions are completely different. In Strabo's version, Rhodopis is woman who's sandal gets stolen by the eagle and brought to pharaoh. He is charmed by her sandal and orders his servants to find the woman who lost her sandal. Eventually they find Rhodopis and they marry. In fact, when people call Rhodopis proto-Cinderella story, this is the version they refer to (locating woman through her shoe shape and marrying monarch are elements they found their way to the mainstream Cinderella stories).

Nowhere is it stated Kharaxus marries Rhodopis. Here is quote from Heredotus version of the story: "Rhodopis came to Egypt to work, brought by Xanthes of Samos, but upon her arrival was freed for a lot of money by Kharaxus of Mytilene, son of Scamandronymus and brother of Sappho the poetess. Thus Rhodopis lived as a free woman in Egypt, where, as she was very alluring, she acquired a lot of money—sufficient for such a Rhodopis, so to speak, but not for such a pyramid." It's not even mentioned he does it out of romantic feelings in Herodotus version, that part is only in later poems by Poseidippos: "Dorikha, your bones are long since dust, and dust the fillet that bound your hair, and the perfume-breathing robe you folded about lovely Kharaxos when, in his arms, you sipped the wine at dawn." She is here refered to as Dorikha, which is asumed to be her real name. This removes major smoking gun from the theory, although I'd argue that even act of freeing her works as pro Knightfall argument.

Rhodes' name could be pro Rhodopis argument due to it's etymology (both derived from greek word for rose) and being the only named character in Cinder's backstory, but it's pretty uncertain. Rhodes can also mean pomegranate in Greek (which could add more to my "Cinder is unicorn" theory since unicorn in image I used is tied to pomegranate tree. By taking down the tree, unicorn is free, just like Cinder thinks she is finally free after killing Madame and Rhodes)

Now that is out the way, I'd like to put tinfoil on and try to dissect the story for any Knightfall parallels.

Both Rhodopis and Cinder get enslaved outside of their homeland. Rhodopis is taken from Thrace, first to island of Samos, then to Naucratis in Egypt. Cinder is taken first to Atlas, then Evernight.

Both use pseudonyms. Fall is heavily implied to be name Cinder gave to herself. Similarly, Rhodopis is professional pseudonym. As stated above, her real name was asumed to be Dorikha by later poets. Even if that's not the case, it would make no sense for her real name to be Rhodopis. She was Thracian, it would make no sense for her to have Greek name in that time period (in 6th century BC Thrace is not Hellenized).

Island of Samos matches Atlas as a setting. First of all, contrast to the rest of the world. Just like Atlas is most developed city of Remnant, Greece stands as shining beacon of civilization above barbarian lands like Thrace. Both are also technically islands, although one of them is floating. However, if we take Samos' etymology (meaning high in Phoenician), it literally becomes "high island" just like Atlas.

Now here is something I refer to as "Aesop connection". One of Rhodopis' fellow slaves while she was on Samos was famous fable writer Aesop. "and a fellow-slave of Aesop the story-writer. For he was owned by Iadmon, too," Why does this matter? If you imagine Cinder as slave of Atlas, who would her fellow slave be? It would be faunus. Does it make sense to connect Aesop to faunus? I'd say yes, after all, Aesop is famous for writing stories mostly about anthropomorphic animals. Aesop is also one of the most famous storytellers in history, and considering RWBY is story about stories, him appearing in some shape or form wouldn't be weird. I mostly bring this up because if writing staff wanted to check Aesop's biography, they'd have to see this paragraph by Herodotus, which is part of Rhodopis story. So this is bit of a counterargument against claiming Rhodopis is too obscure to be inspiration (another being the fact that Rhodopis appears on Cinderella wiki article). Aesop gets different conclusion to his slavery. He is freed and employed as either advisor to wealthy Samian, or as envoy of king Croesus. This is entering speculative territory, but Aesop's conclusion of slavery matches what one would assume to be conclusion to faunus in the story. Working either with wealthy Samian (and as I said before, Samos=Atlas) or with Croesus (famous for being richest man alive and synonym for immense wealth, "as rich as Croesus") both allude to faunus working together with Weiss (although to be fair, any non Jacques Schnee family member works here) and redemeed SDC as equals, ending the long conflict.

Kharaxus spends immense wealth to free Rhodopis, earning him ire back at home, his sister Sappho even writing a poem criticizing him: "Kharaxus, after giving Rhodopis her freedom, returned to Mytilene. He is bitterly attacked by Sappho in one of her poems." I bring this up as bit of a Joan of Arc parallel to "strengthen" Jaune's role as Kharaxus. Joan's involvement with the king was one of the main points of her heresy trial. This is also relatively logical conclusion if we asume Knightfall or even just Jaune redeeming Cinder happens in canon: his friends would definitely be bitter about him bringing her to the group. If we wanna go through Knightfall rabbit hole, then we can speculate Kharaxus paying massive price could be equated to Jaune giving Cinder (or at least letting her take) Relic of Choice (action which would also certainly cause him to be bitterly attacked by his friends), since Kharaxus returns home without Rhodopis.

In conclusion, Rhodopis is short and sweet theory to the fault. Its length and straight forwardness makes it easy to digest, however, it's minimalism and relative obscurity also make it easy to shoot down if you don't already like or believe in Knightfall as potential canon ship.

#rwby theory #cinder fall #jaune arc #rwby jaune arc #rwby cinder fall #knightfall #rwby knightfall

[thefoodarchivist]

Hers: smoked salmon fillet with new potatoes and veggies (thanks, archivist’s mummy!)

#food #balanced eating #healthy food #healthy living #healthy eating #food ideas #food inspiration #meal #meal ideas #meal inspiration #delicious food #clean eating #dinner #dinner ideas #dinner inspiration #whole foods #home cooking #delicious #clean food #foodporn #easy meal #salmon

[sunmontuewrites]

*SIGH*

One of the downsides of being a parent (and being me), is that I force/encourage the kids to try new things.

That includes food.

When they try a new food that is one of my favourites I then have to SHARE it with them every single future time we have that food...

This has resulted in me coming home to entire fillets of smoked salmon GONE from the fridge (freaking afternoon snack), capsicums munched on while they're preparing salad for dinner and just now I realised that they've never had licorice allsorts, so I cut one in half and made them try it.

Yeah.

They like those too...

I'm starting to appreciate why my mum hid her favourite food items around the house where we'd never find it.

#the fussiest eater in the house is Hubs #he is a curmudgeonly old man stuck in his ways #which is why Work Hubs and I go out and eat together...

[desertpersephone]

Writing Patterns

tagged by no one, I just wanted to do it.

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

blue swallow motel, room 14, 7pm. hope to see you there, secret agent.

M, 3k, marmalade | bathing/washing, conversations

“So what was real?” Steam swirled around the tiny bathroom, and Otis’ toes curled into the fuzzy bath mat thrown down on tile that maybe at one point was white. Now the grout was gray and the tiles were tan and the bathmat was that old kind. The kind grannies have, the itchy kind, and he figured whoever had picked it must have thought it made the bathroom look homey.

He Peels An Orange And I Eat The Fruit On My Knees

E, 7.3k, steddie | valentines exchange, baker steve

There was something special about the early morning. It was quiet, but not quiet in the way that the evening was quiet, not quiet in the way an empty house was quiet. It was its very own kind of quiet. Almost peaceful, hazy and glowing with pre-dawn light. It had some kind of liminal feeling, both day and night or sleep and wakefulness. It was special. Except that waking up early also sucked absolute balls.

syrup sweet and lonesome

E, 17k, steddie | christmas exchange, subspace

The distant sound of cars echoed into the alley, and the frigid air of Indianapolis in the winter started to soak into his bones like cheap brandy. Steve kind of wished he had some cheap brandy to chase it away, to stoke the dying heat in his chest. With brick of questionable cleanness and graffiti against his back, Steve puffed out a lungful of smoke and stared at the phone in his hand again.

I had a feeling that I belonged. I had a feeling I could be someone.

E, 3k, 9-1-1 | eddie diaz character study, fatherhood

The day she tells him feels like the worst day of his life. Something forms in his chest. Tight. Maybe it's the worst day of their lives. She's supposed to go to college, got in at UT in Austin, and the fall semester starts in just a few weeks, and Eddie was going to put some hours in at his dad's company, and then he was going to move to Austin to be with her in a year, and they were going to start their lives — and now Shannon was telling him she was pregnant.

add salt to taste

T, 1.5k, 1/?, steddie | personal chef steve, rockstar eddie

The kitchen was so much quieter than the ones Steve had worked in before. There was no yelling, no work chatter, no fryer, no vents, no water boiling over. The only sizzling came from the one pan he had on the front burner, hot oil welcoming as he lay a nice fillet of catfish skin side down. He could feel eyes on his back, monitoring his process, making sure he actually knew what the fuck he was doing.

we're here tonight, and that's enough

G, 3.5k, steddie | christmas exchange, hard of hearing steve, steddie as dads

Snow fell outside, dimly visible as it reflected the streetlights, the heavy blanket of quiet already starting to enrapture the neighborhood. Eddie always swore he could hear it, when it was landing thick and soft on Steve’s rose bushes under the front window, or on the steps he would shovel for his husband in the morning, or on the plastic slide of the backyard play structure. But right now all he could hear was the quiet Christmas music coming from the living room stereo, echoing gently through the warm house.

Becoming. . .

G, 1.3k, stranger things | spiderman orgin story, spider!steve

Steve Harrington had never liked spiders. Of all the bugs in the world, they were the worst. He didn't really like any bugs — maybe rolly pollies or butterflies, but most of the rest? Awful. And spiders gave him the heebeejeebees.

THESE HANDS ARE GROWING COLD THEY'RE RUNNING OUT OF THINGS TO HOLD

G, 1.8k, stranger things | steve harrington character study, crochet, grief

Steve was intimately familiar with the emergency room at Hawkins Memorial by now. Even more familiar with the long, quiet halls of the nuero wing, with its big, private rooms. The rest of the hospital he knew from growing up there, being relegated to the doctors' lounge or the surgical waiting room when his parents couldn't find a babysitter, or when his mom was supposed to be off work and instead came to loiter around the hospital in hopes of snagging a new case.

rotting like a wreck on the ocean floor

T, 2.7k, 2/7, steddie | merman steve harrington, modern au

The beach after a storm was the best place in the world. There was a strange quiet to the sand and the mystery of what had been blown ashore; logs and ropes, chunks of debris lost at sea, shells and bottles and moon jellies. Eddie had developed quite a fondness for the beach after a storm, to the point that he would get up while his uncle was still sleeping to walk down the short trek to the beach and poke around. Sometimes he would find treasures -- and sometimes he would find trash.

i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me

M, 3.3k, the witcher | original character backstory, wounds and amputation

Oberyn hated taking monster contracts. He had always found that there was never enough coin on the other side, and more often than not they were either far too easy — and thusly boring — or too much effort for that little bit of coin. Humans just wanted him to be an exterminator, to come in and clean up their pests, with no understanding of the training that went in to being a witcher.

God I really like to Set the Scene don't I? I like people to Feel where we're meeting our characters before actually being introduced to the plot. Even in my smutty oneshots am taking you on a visual journey. Or I try at least.

#my fics #writing patterns #fanfiction #fic #steddie #marmalade 2024 #9 1 1 #the witcher

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

She’s not going to bother asking. Only going to raise her eyebrows as if to say, well? Show me.

...ah... this was no simple request or observation... but a test, and a challenge in its own right.

A moment is taken - both to collect his thoughts and his focus, before the dark-ginger begins to move, starting with the basics- flour, water, yeast, and a few other dry goods.

Before long, however, his slow, calculated movements give way to a frenzy - not unfocused, never uncontrolled or frantic, but all the same a flurry of different tasks run not one-after-another, but in parallel; a stir here, a knead there, a dice yonder and a fillet closer within the kitchen as he worked to impress his audience of one.

Several dozen ingredients, within the course of a good thirty minutes, had slowly - yet meticulously - congealed into several dishes: two different baked goods in two separate stone-fired ovens, multiple pots and kettles of different concoctions, an open-top grill of charcoal searing and smoking pink-ish fillets of fish even as he constantly seasoned them, and next to that a wok-like pan of oil within which a collection of oddly breaded shrimp was already nearing a golden-brown completion.

Before the hour had finished, and despite having a few lines of sweat dripping down the sides of his face, the Host maintained his constant pacing as he quietly plated, garnished, and served his beloved adoptive-mother the fruits of his labors...

...a white-rye sourdough bowl scooped out and filled with a rich, tomatoe-base clam chowder, a small glass of white wine, a tall glass of chilled oolong tea with hints of lemon and ginger, and a bed of herb-infused rice over-top of which had been poured a glistening pairing of citrusy smoked salmon and crispy coconut-shrimp, the latter of which had a small serving-cup of a dipping sauce that smelled of honey, orange, and ginger among other things... and far in the back in wait, sat a large, warm, flaky cinnamon roll with the slightest touch of caramel and toffee on top.

"...sorry for the wait, Mutti, but please, tell me what you think!"

#ic #hriob answers asks #melodiadraconis #the draconic adoptive parent #cooking with krakonos

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

The Five Quotes Of Hotaru Tomoe

Something I wrote for K8tj17 for a Discord Secret Santa featuring Hotaru Tomoe. Posted today for her birthday. Hope everyone enjoys :)

Spongebob Squarepants

She supposed it was like something she’d heard off an episode of Spongebob Squarepants. “It all started when I was born.”

What started, they would probably ask.

Trouble, Hotaru would reply.

But then, that was a bit of an exaggeration.

In reality, it happened more around the time she was eight years old. She remembered the TV had been playing that night, giving a storm warning about severe unseasonal weather heading towards the Sankakusu District.

She’d paid it no mind at the time.

But considering how a bolt of lightning had struck their building and caused enough feedback to start a fire and cut all power to their part of the building, it probably would behoove anyone, young or old, to pay better attention.

She should have died that day. Burns all over her body, smoke in her lungs, they had to peel her mother’s body off of her (she could still remember the sound of it).

The pain had been excruciating. She’d wanted to just expire right there.

But the love of a father is a rather… restorative thing.

She remembered awakening to phantom pain and the confusion at seeing her arms and legs replaced with a mesh of metal and flesh that stung at the connections. She couldn’t recall screaming, but if she had to guess, that was the moment the trouble all started.

 Macbeth

She hated it. The silent looks, expressions ranging from “that poor girl” to “I’m just glad I’m not in her class”

Hotaru Tomoe had never really had the chance to make friends in her life before her accident. And afterward it just seemed to much a hassle. Especially when her father’s new “business partners” seemed to keep his attention far more than any practical or family pursuit.

Six women. Beautiful, mysterious, each one a member of the Mugen Academy staff or student body, where she attended.

But still, no matter how high the accolades, no matter her questions, the only time the illustrious Professor Tomoe seemed to give her attention was when her “condition” somehow worsened to give her trouble.

And that wasn’t even counting the…

She didn’t have a name for them.

Her chronic pain had become so bad that her father had opted to try alternative medicine. Namely exposing her to something called the “Tairon Crystal.”

And those treatments were the start of those… nameless image sequences. 

Nightmares? Too vivid and linear.

Repressed memories? Too surreal to be anything she experienced in this life.

Visions? Not clear enough to be called as such.

And those moments where the sight of a woman that could have been her mother staring back at her, arrogant and cruel, shook her awake at night with a dull ache inside her ribcage, she’d look at her hand and legs and wonder just what did her own father do to her.

What did he put in her?

Fillet of a fenny snake? Eye of newt and toe of frog? Wool of bat and tongue of dog? Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting? Lizard's leg and howlet's wing? Finger of birth-strangled babe?

Then she’d push it down and buy another lamp to add to her already extensive collection.

But still, there existed the fear of the mystery surrounding her treatment.

By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.

 The Bhagavad-Gita

She probably should have seen it coming when her body became the vessel of a veritable Anti-Christ.

For what must have been a minute (she couldn’t tell; nobody really timed transformation, have they?), Hotaru endured the most excruciating pain she could imagine. Bones lengthening and cracking, sockets popping out and back into joint, and voices, too many voices, ringing in her head. They rang almost metallic in her ears, a chorus of otherworldly chants, welcoming the arrival of their eternal master, Pharaoh 90.

It was in that moment, buried in the recesses of the mind of something like Mistress 9, finally released after all those years of alienation and worry that Hotaru felt it.

Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds

Her purpose, as host of Mistress 9, had been to lay waste to the world and ready it for the rule of the Tau Star System's denizens.

End of story.

But the end of one story is sometimes the start of another.

 Frankenstein

She’d been sewn up as a patchwork of her former self. Hotaru had known this for years. In fact, Hotaru couldn’t remember a time from before she had her pain or her cyborg arms and legs.

But the release of Mistress 9 unlocked something else. A flood of images much like the visions from her darker half.

Visions of ancient castles with spires reaching into star-filled skies, of long dresses, of a kingdom that seemed to be mythology come to life.

And her.

She stood in the center of all of it, strong, formidable, wielding a glaive of continent shattering power.

And she would use it. She saw this “Silver Millennium” (the name just felt so right for it) rise on the surface of the moon and fall to the influence of Metallia’s war with earth. All from her home in Titan Castle.

She, princess of the ringed planet.

Senshi of death.

Sailor Saturn.

These weren’t vague images like the ones she received from housing Mistress 9, these were 100% crisp memories of a past life. She was sure of it.

As sure as she felt that the end of Pharaoh 90 was near.

That the end of her own troubles was near.

And nothing on earth could stop it.

Not the worries or fears she’d held onto her whole life or even in the previous one.

Beware, she thought, for I am fearless and therefore powerful

 The Upanishads

From delusion lead me to truth

Sailor Moon. She owed a lot to her, Hotaru supposed. And to Chibiusa.

The latter had been her first friend, seeing her as more than just a burden. She’d listened to her interests and her wants and hadn’t shown a hint of disgust at her appearance or complained of her condition.

The former had swayed Sailor Saturn to stay her hand, to choose mercy over extinction and give the people of earth another chance.

And they’d both planted a seed in her mind; the doubt of the thought “only my father will ever understand me.”

From darkness lead me to light

Maybe with the power of the silver crystal, they could resurrect her father, give him a new lease on life. But maybe not yet.

Hotaru knew now just how exhaustive her father’s influence had been. She had another family now. People who wouldn’t need to learn to not view everything and everyone as a science experiment.

From death lead me to immortality.

And now, she could have the childhood she’d lost and so much more. She could make friends her own age, enjoy daydreams and make memories. And so much more.

Let there be peace everywhere

And even now, as she walked up the aisle towards the rest of her life, Hotaru could only wonder what she could even say about this life of her’s.

#My Writing #Sailor Moon #bishōjo senshi sērā mūn #bishoujo senshi sailor moon #bishojo senshi sailor moon #bishoujo sailor moon #Sailor Saturn #Hotaru Tomoe #Sailor Moon Super #fanfic #Secret Santa #fanfiction #Princess Saturn

[iricathel]

"Irina, welcome home."

A slightly more cheerful voice than his usual harsh tone resounded from the dining room of their luxurious abode as Ruki greeted his wife after a long and honest day of work. Truth be told, the Vampire had informed her that he would visit his brothers that evening to catch up on important events in his absence to maintain an element of surprise for this grand occasion; therefore, the fact he prepared a whole dinner. as well as other resplendently wrapped gifts, was intended to astonish Irina the moment she stepped foot indoors. The familiar scent of her favorite dishes permeated the air, leaving an ambrosial flavor behind from one whiff. Upon entrance, the tempest-eyed Mukami encroached from behind, arms securely coiled around her waist in an almost protective embrace as he presented in front of her a bouquet of intricately detailed dahlias, each sporting colors of the sunset from their soft rose sheens to the most vivid of yellows. Spiraling in flawless symmetry, petals immaculately rounded, the Vampire grew these for her in secret. Internally, he thanked his brother with a green thumb for imparting timeless advice onto him.

"Happy Birthday, Irina. Here—these are for you. I know you adore these kinds of flowers, so I took the liberty of tending to them myself for once even if botany isn't normally my cup of tea. It's funny, really… I had no idea they were fragrance-free. Although, I do prefer it this way," he leaned forth to plant a surprise kiss on the side of her nape, "since I favor your natural scent above all else."

The thin sensation of a golden chain draped around her neck soon replaced the chill from his lips, ending in a heart-shaped pendant donning sapphires and emeralds alike that shone in effulgent blue and green sparkles from all angles under the vespertine light.

"Marking you with my fangs so everyone will know you're mine never ceases to amuse me, yet… Somehow, it's also pleasant to gift you things like this as well. It's proof that you belong to me forever and always."

Finally releasing her from the hug, Ruki gestured to the dining table which held a magnificent feast of her coveted smoked salmon, filleted to perfection, and other side dishes to complement the flavor of the seafood to its fullest potential. For dessert afterwards, a container the shape of her pendant holding a myriad of chocolates, some with fruity surprises in their centers, rested at the end, also prepared by none other than the Vampire even if making sweets was not his forte. Temporarily, he turned his back, retrieving a freshly brewed cup of cappuccino. Not only did it boast an ornate cream design on its surface, but also he practiced endlessly to spell her name out in elegant, cursive letters. A visible tendril of steam rose from the mug as he set it next to her plate.

"You'll never believe how many tries it took me to decorate this properly… It's laughable, but I'm pleased with how it turned out. Savor it well, since I'll never design my coffee like this ever again," he chuckled with a tinge of cold humor. "…Only a joke. Or not."

In the meantime, as all the dishes and drinks cooled down just a tad bit, Ruki brought out a moderately sized present box wrapped neatly in a satin bow. Inside it contained several bath bombs to take a foamy bath to relax the nerves after a stressful day in addition to an illuminated set of ice skates—two pairs, to be exact, one of Irina's size and the other fitting his own feet. Aside from the size, they looked exactly identical.

"It's only for a few days, but I actually booked us a weekend getaway in the mountains. I hear the lakes in that area freeze up around this time of the year, so we can easily go skating together. Not to mention how beautiful the snow looks atop the forest trees," he beamed with a faint grin. "Oh, and I won't lose the next snowball fight, so be mindful of which tactics you use against me."

Once more, he gathered his wife into a comforting embrace and stroked the silky strands of her champagne tresses, exulting in the warmth of their love. Pulling away, both of his hands caressed the sides of her cheek as he dove for a kiss as fond and lingering as every shared affection and passionate union their bodies rejoiced in.

"I love you, Irina. Happy Birthday. Shall we eat, then? We could indulge in this meal together, relax with a bath, and everything that comes later."

Closing the front door behind her back, Irina's nostrils caught the alluring aroma of freshly prepared food, accompanied by her husband's voice greeting her arrival after a long day of work. Since the morning they had only had breakfast along with a small cake especially for this day, since unfortunately she had to give the rest of her afternoon and part of the night to her career demanding her attention, so the woman did not take Ruki's excuse with having to visit his brothers for some important duties as something offensive.

— My, I did not expect you to be home at this time, and with dinner already prepared-- — The golden-haired woman couldn't even finish her words as soon as she set foot in the dining room, masculine arms surrounded her body by surprise from behind, increasing her shock when she saw in front of her a bouquet of her favorite flowers: Dahlias.

— Oh my, Ruki! — A bright beam spread across the female's face, while bright flashes of joy overshadowed her eyes like a stampede of fireflies as she took the bouquet in her hands. — Wonders never cease with you huh, this is very detailed of you. —

Irina tried to oppress a snigger as soon as her skin bristled thanks to the tickle of the kiss implanted on her nape. — You're right. I really like these flowers not only because of their colors, but also because they don't make it impossible for you to use other scents in your home... Although, I must be honest and say that's not the only reason, — The woman turned her gaze to the side, to look over her shoulder at the vampire. — but also because of their meaning. Did you know that Dahlias evoke eternal love and passion? Giving them as a gift is a sign of commitment and desire for a lasting relationship... In addition to connecting us with happiness and joy. It would be a good opportunity to grow them in our garden.—

The surprises kept coming, and one of them was the minimalist but elegant and sophisticated pendant that now adorned her neck, flaunting some brilliant emerald and sapphire jewels perfectly representing the usual pastiche that the couple's eyes did as soon as their gazes met, vibrating with love and adoration in the same unison.

— It is a very special gift, Cœur, and despite the fact that from now on I will dress it with pride and much affection, it must be admitted that it will lack power, since the greatest proof of property in your name that can be here is my mind and heart who constantly cry for having only your presence and your whole being. — Irina explained with a silly curve to her lips which soon collided with the Mukami's jaw in an affectionate kiss.

Approaching the dining table, Irina paused for a moment to place the bouquet in its vase of water, thus leaving her hands free and her attention available to deliver to the table.

— My Goodness, I knew I smelled some smoked salmon from here... And with balsamic vinegar! Such a delight. — Feeling her mouth moisten at the increase in saliva, the blonde could already predict the flavor flooding her taste buds.

She carefully observed the different dishes that had been served on the table, everything from starters and snacks to side dishes along with exotic-looking desserts. — How extravagant, you outdid yourself this time Ruki. — Irina praised blindly trusting that everything, even those dishes that did not show the greatest 'forte' of her husband, would feel like a sky lowered to her mouth carried by the very seraphs to bless her palate.

Soon the cup of her favorite beverage caught her attention, appreciating at a first glance the design that Ruki put on with so much love and effort.

— You sweet man, you have not missed even the smallest detail of my preferences and you even went overboard with a design as sought after as this one. Heh, I see I was blessed with the perfect spouse. Nevertheless... — Irina smirked, knowing very well that the joke she was about to say might tickle the dark-haired man's pride a bit. — ...with so much heart everywhere I can't help but think of those schoolgirls so head over heels that draw lots of hearts on their notebooks when they start having a crush. —

Curiosity exploded in the being of the Owl as soon as a carefully wrapped box came into view. Catching it in her possession, Irina peaked with an intriguing look inside to see its contents. Although she appreciated the bath bombs to have a precious moment of relaxation in the bathroom, the ice skates were the gift that most impacted her, thus bringing back several memories.

— It's been years since I last ice skated... I'll even bet I've already forgotten some tricks or even how to keep my balance. — A nostalgic smile escaped her lips as she placed the gift box on the table to warmly receive the embrace and reciprocate it with her own affection.

Melting before the deep kiss, Irina wrapped her arms around Ruki's neck, thus bringing their bodies closer with such desire that it seemed that at any moment they would merge as one.

— I love you so so so much and wholeheartedly appreciate all the things you do for me. — At one point, Irina pressed her forehead to Ruki's allowing their locks to tangle like night and day to create a radiant eclipse. — I am very grateful to have you by my side, and I hope I can make you as happy -or even more- as greet me this joy. —

Finally breaking away from their union, Irina took Ruki's hand, intertwining fingers and linking their resplendent wedding bands together, to sit together in front of their table. — Let's start testing your feast, then we'll wind down in the bathroom just to melt away all our tension so we can enjoy the outcome of the night in the best of ways with greater ease of movement. — She crooned, clearly hinting with a playful mood.

Grabbing a small piece of the salmon with her fork and then popping it into her mouth, Irina raised her eyebrows to feel it melt in her mouth like butter. — Mm~! You have to taste this! — She squealed excitedly, bringing another piece to her husband's mouth, encouraging him to check its texture and taste like a fine ragweed.

#((Damn not this being long af)) #((Let's pretend it's still 17th 🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️)) #((Also omg Rukina IS SO DAMN WHOLESOME ON THEIR SPECIAL DAYS OMG 😭😭😭😭)) #Birthday ask: Golden birthday party 🍰 #rukina

[dan6085]

British cuisine has a rich history and a wide range of dishes that are popular both locally and internationally. Here are 20 popular British foods:

Fish and chips - deep-fried fish and chips, often served with mushy peas and tartar sauce.

Full English breakfast - a hearty breakfast that typically includes eggs, bacon, sausages, black pudding, baked beans, grilled tomatoes, and toast.

Shepherd's pie - a meat pie made with ground lamb or beef, topped with mashed potatoes and baked in the oven.

Bangers and mash - sausages served with mashed potatoes and gravy.

Roast beef and Yorkshire pudding - a classic Sunday roast dinner, usually served with vegetables and gravy.

Cornish pasties - savory pastries filled with meat, vegetables, and potatoes, typically baked in a crescent shape.

Bubble and squeak - a dish made from leftover mashed potatoes and vegetables, pan-fried until crispy.

Haggis - a traditional Scottish dish made with sheep's heart, liver, and lungs, mixed with oatmeal, onions, and spices.

Black pudding - a type of blood sausage made from pork blood, suet, and oatmeal.

Eton mess - a dessert made with whipped cream, meringue, and fresh strawberries.

Sticky toffee pudding - a rich, moist cake made with dates and topped with a toffee sauce.

Welsh rarebit - a savory cheese sauce served over toasted bread.

Chicken tikka masala - a popular British-Indian dish made with chicken cooked in a creamy tomato sauce.

Scotch eggs - hard-boiled eggs wrapped in sausage meat, breaded, and deep-fried.

Beef Wellington - a fillet of beef coated in pâté and wrapped in puff pastry before being baked in the oven.

Ploughman's lunch - a cold meal consisting of cheese, bread, pickles, and often other items such as ham, apple, or salad.

Spotted dick - a steamed pudding made with suet and dried fruit, often served with custard.

Toad in the hole - sausages baked in a Yorkshire pudding batter.

Kippers - smoked herring often served for breakfast.

Trifle - a layered dessert made with custard, jelly, fruit, sponge cake, and whipped cream.

[iamvegorott]

Love Language

This is a fluffy little gift for the one and only @aoimatsurika! Some fun Siren!AU antics

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Love Language

“Stew, stew, stew!” Blank and Robbie both chanted as they skipped onto the shore of Mad’s island with the rest of the Sirens following them. The adult Sirens all carried a variety of fish in their hands ranging from small to fairly large. They were hungry. 

“I think they might want a stew.” Wilford chuckled, hearing the pups before even seeing the rest of the Sirens. 

“We’re going to need to make more than just a stew,” Dark commented, seeing just how much the Sirens had brought. 

“Stew, smoked, grilled, fillets, chunks, sashimi,” Mad started listing off different ways they could make the food as he worked on cleaning the largest pot he had with Bim and Yandere helping clean two other large pots. 

“You lost me after stew.” Edward chuckled as he, Dark, and Wilford worked on sharpening knives. Google and Bing were quietly talking to each other about something as they worked on setting up the fire.

“You can learn a lot from the market people when you’re not busy trying to haggle.” Mad chuckled. 

“Very easy to listen when you use your Sirens to steal while you’re talking to them.” Wilford teased.

“I keep telling them not to but they-”

“Lies!” Phantom called out with a laugh, the Sirens now close enough to hear the conversation. “You get the biggest laugh when one second they have something and the next it’s gone.” 

“Laughing doesn’t mean approval.” Mad huffed out his protest. 

“But that what laugh mean?” Blank said as he and Robbie sat on the sand between Mad and Dark. 

“Some people laugh when they’re scared, nervous, or even just wanting to break the silence,” Edward explained

“Humans are weird.” Phantom scoffed. 

“You have no room-” Bim’s comeback was stopped by a large fish getting plopped on the ground in front of him and Yandere, getting him to yelp in shock. 

“Tuna!? Thank you!” Mad happily exclaimed, a prideful-looking Mare having been the one to drop the fish.

“Darky~” Anti sang and went up to Dark, arms filled with urchins. 

“How much did you all get?” Dark said with a little laugh, glancing over and seeing the other Sirens sharing their catch with their partners. “I knew there was a lot, but this is insane.” 

“We are very hungry,” Henrik stated. 

“Hungry or just wanting to show off?” Yandere asked with a giggle, making a face when Mad just casually grabbed a nice and dove it right into the stomach of the tuna fish. 

“After all we’ve seen, how are you still squeamish about a fish being gutted?” Wilford playfully teased, him twitching his mustache being the clear sign of such. 

“It’s just gross.” Yandere scrunched her face and stuck out the tip of her tongue, getting a laugh from those who saw her. 

“Watch your fingers,” Mad said as he was showing Blank how to prep the fish, Mare watching with a big smile. Phantom and Jackie were next to them just tearing apart another one of the larger fish with their claws. 

“Make sure you get the bones out.” Wilford was working with JJ on a handful of the smaller fish. JJ looked at him with a tilted head, silently asking him ‘why?’. “We can’t really digest them.” 

“So you don’t eat the whole fish?” Anti asked, tearing apart an urchin as Dark used a knife to split open a different one. 

“We would if we could,” Dark said. “Scales, bones, most of the guts, don’t really agree with us and would just get us sick.” 

“Waste of fish,” Henrik stated. 

“Humans can’t help if their stomachs are weaker,” Chase said. 

“They do the best that can,” Marvin added. 

“Yeah, Hen, they do the best they can.” Anti giggled, nudging Henrik with an elbow. 

“I can’t tell if we’re being insulted or not,” Edward said to Dark. 

“Neither can I,” Dark admitted. 

“Just pretend that they’re saying ‘I love you’.” Wilford chuckled, wrapping an arm around JJ. JJ silently giggled and nodded his head in agreement. 

“I mean, we are,” Chase said. “Have you noticed the fish we caught?” 

“Mom!” Anti whined. 

“You almost caught every urchin in the sea for Dark.” Marvin giggled.

“I did not.” Anti curled up in his pout. 

“Mare got trout, Henrik got-”

“I think they get it.” Henrik was now pouting and cut off Chase’s listing very short. 

“So, Siren’s love language is gifts or acts of service. Given how much the Sirens are willing to do for their mates.” Google stated. 

“So, you’re a Siren?” Bing teased with a giggle, it turning into a full laugh when Google gave him a playful glare. 

“Love language?” Henrik asked. 

“It’s a term used to describe how people show their love or affection for someone. It can be romantic or platonic.” Edward answered. “Some fit a generalized format while others are more complicated.” 

“Some are also a lot more obvious than others.” Bing gestured with his head towards Dark. 

“What does that mean?” Dark’s glare had a lot more heat than Google’s and Bing quickly moved to be on the other side of Google and further away from him. 

“Mine’s touch,” Wilford said with a puff in his chest. 

“Really? I never would have guessed.” Bim’s sarcasm was heavy in his voice. 

“I can show you some lovin’ Bim.” Wilford grinned and started to get up. Bim yelped and scrambled to his feet, taking off right before Wilford did. 

“Shouldn’t you help him?” Henrik asked Yandere.

“In a moment, I’m enjoying the show.” Yandere giggled. 

“Let me love you!” Wilford shouted as he ran after Bim.

“No!” 

#birthday gift #siren!au #all the ships

[sleprandomizer]

What I like from this character FE3H edition :

M!Byleth = 24 hours annoyed face

F!Byleth = Free Sylvain and nice body ;)

Edelgard = Her post time skip design just chef kiss 😘

Hubert = When he does shaddy stuff

Ferdinand = Ferdinand von Aegir

Linhardt = Lazy genius is my fav trope

Bernadetta = How the game encourage player to hurting her so she become stronger

Petra = I like the fact that queen of Brigid part time job is a thief

Dorothea = When she sing

Caspar = Post time skip hair

Jeritza = Big man but beautiful. Deadly in battlefield but loves ice cream.

Dimitri = His mcd hair and when he crushed the empire soldier's neck with one hand 🥵

Dedue = Chef doodah

Felix = When he is being rude with his friend 😏

Sylvain = Hot red haired cav like Seth from FE8

Ingrid = Out of house Ingrid

Annette = Rally queen and lyrical genius

Ashe = Free chest key because chest key is expensive 🤫. JK, he is being the most normal character somehow quite refreshing.

Mercedes = Secretly a troll

Gilbert = Bruh his S-support CG is hot 😳

Claude = His personal class just too good definitely a wind god. I also love his post time skip beard 😳

Hilda = "I am a delicate flower you know" then proceed to kill bunch of wolves

Lorenz = A person who understand how to be a noble

Ignatz = BigNatz meme. Nah just kidding, it is his built in hit +20

Raphael = Fluent in bird's language and has dragon roaarr

Marianne = Dorte

Leonie = Her post time skip design is super cute 🥰🥰

Lysithea = Her support with Cyril

Seteth = His eyebrow and hips😳 (please see his standing pose when he crossed his arm. I dunno what the dev smoked to give him such unholy pose)

Flayn = Talented cook who can end the war with her homemade fish fillet

Alois = His puns is funtastic

Manuela =a sexy hopeless romantic alcoholic woman. Perfect.

Hanneman = Have you heard the legend of war master Hanneman?

Shamir = We hate bugsp

Catherine = She gives me thunderbrand for free

Cyril = Brutally honest to others

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #I would love to make this list for SoV characters

[benazirs-blog]

Herranka Y Papas (Smoked Dried Herring Fillets With Potatoes)

March 12, 2024 Cooking, recipes, how to benazir's blog Herranka Y Papas (Smoked Dried Herring Fillets With Potatoes) First I want to say Ramadan Mubarak. Still my heart is very heavy because I miss my dad and what is happening in Palestine under its illegal occupier is really making me deeply upset. I always tell it like it is and I want to draw attention that a blood thirsty tyrant will not…

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[consumergoods931r]

Herring Fillets !

#Herring Fillets !

[pearlsmith25]

Smoked Herring Fish Market: A Symphony of Smoked Seafood Delights

The smoked herring fish market is a treasure trove for seafood enthusiasts, offering a diverse array of flavors and preparations that cater to a wide range of tastes. Smoked herring, a staple in many cuisines, is beloved for its unique smoky and briny taste. In this article, we'll explore the smoked herring fish market, its cultural significance, health benefits, and culinary versatility.

Cultural Significance

Smoked herring fish market has a long history in various culinary traditions around the world. In Scandinavia, it's a vital part of the traditional Swedish dish, "surströmming," while in the Caribbean, it's a key ingredient in dishes like "ackee and saltfish." The rich and smoky flavor of smoked herring has made it a popular choice for breakfast, lunch, and dinner in different cultures.

In many regions, smoked herring is also integral to cultural celebrations and festivities. For example, in Scotland, the "Herring Queen" is crowned during the annual "Herring Queen Festival," where the fish takes center stage in various dishes and parades. The herring's historical importance in these regions continues to be celebrated today.

Health Benefits

Aside from its delectable taste, smoked herring offers several health benefits. It's a fantastic source of Omega-3 fatty acids, which are known for their cardiovascular benefits. These fatty acids can help reduce the risk of heart disease, lower blood pressure, and promote overall heart health.

Additionally, smoked herring is an excellent source of protein, making it a valuable dietary choice for those seeking to build and repair tissues, maintain a healthy weight, and support muscle growth.

Smoked herring is also rich in essential vitamins and minerals, including vitamin D, vitamin B12, and selenium. These nutrients are crucial for bone health, immune system support, and antioxidant defense against free radicals.

However, it's important to consume smoked herring in moderation due to its relatively high salt content. Excessive sodium intake can lead to high blood pressure and other health issues.

Culinary Versatility

The smoked herring fish market offers a wide range of culinary possibilities, catering to various tastes and preferences. Some popular preparations include:

Smoked Herring Fillets: Smoked herring fillets can be enjoyed as a standalone snack or incorporated into various dishes, adding a smoky and savory element. They're often served on toast or crackers as an appetizer.

Kippers: Kippers are whole smoked herring, usually enjoyed for breakfast. They're often grilled or pan-fried and served with eggs or as a filling for sandwiches.

Smoked Herring Salads: Smoked herring is an excellent addition to salads, offering a unique flavor and texture. It pairs well with fresh greens, onions, and a vinaigrette dressing.

Ackee and Saltfish: A beloved Caribbean dish, ackee and saltfish combine smoked herring with the tropical ackee fruit. The result is a flavorful and satisfying meal.

Smoked Herring Pâté: Smoked herring can be blended with cream cheese, herbs, and spices to create a delicious pâté. It's perfect for spreading on crackers or as a dip for vegetables.

Smoked Herring Sushi: Smoked herring is sometimes used as a filling in sushi rolls, offering a unique twist on traditional sushi flavors.

Exploring the Market

When visiting a smoked herring fish market, you'll find a variety of options to choose from. You can opt for fresh smoked herring or packaged varieties, depending on your preferences and needs. It's essential to look for high-quality smoked herring, as the smoking process greatly influences the final flavor and texture.

In many coastal regions, especially in Scandinavia and the Baltic countries, you might even find small, family-owned smokehouses that produce artisanal smoked herring. These establishments often have a long history of perfecting the art of smoking fish, resulting in some of the finest smoked herring products.

Conclusion

The smoked herring fish market is a culinary delight that brings together tradition, flavor, and health benefits. Whether you savor it in a classic Swedish dish, a Caribbean delicacy, or a modern fusion creation, smoked herring offers a unique and memorable taste experience. When exploring this market, remember to seek out high-quality options and savor the rich history and cultural significance of this beloved fish. Smoked herring is not just a seafood choice; it's a journey through the world's diverse culinary traditions.

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