#anti bell pepper

[gillipop-plus]

edit: i meant bug lollipops im sorry T^T

#cw food #tw food #food cw #food tw #hyperspecific poll #anti applesauce #anti hummus #anti bell pepper #anti cheese #poll #tumblr poll #food poll #tumblr polls #my polls

[amethysthrone]

bell peppers are so gross. especially yellow and red. i hate you bell peppers.

this post was brought to you by the green bell pepper gang.

#diary entry #anti bell peppers #pro green bell peppers

[prettieinpink]

beginner guide to vitamins?

I am uneducated on vitamins and what they do for you, I only know the basics, however I did do research before posting. This is a disclaimer that I am not a doctor, and your general practitioner knows best for you. I made this into an everyday vitamin guide instead, as it is a lot more simpler for me and to avoid misinformation ❀

EVERYDAY GUIDE TO VITAMINS

About vitamins that best support you when consumed on a daily basis! I used food instead of supplements because of no specification.

VITAMIN A

Supports vision, a healthy immune system and cell growth. 

Sweet potatoes, carrots, spinach, kale and liver.

Or, look for foods rich in beta-carotene. 

B VITAMINS

Support many bodily functions and the proper development your body.

Whole grains, leafy greens, nuts or seeds and legumes. 

VITAMIN C 

Acts as an antioxidant, helps to heal wounds, supports the immune system and collagen production. 

Citrus fruits like oranges, grapefruits or lemons. Strawberries, kiwi, bell peppers and broccoli. 

VITAMIN D 

Supports bone health, immune system and regulation of moods. 

Fatty fish like salmon, mackerel, sardines. Diary products like milk, yoghurt and cheese. 

VITAMIN E 

Supports skin health and is anti-inflammatory. 

Nuts and seeds, spinach and broccoli. 

CALCIUM 

Helps with muscle contraction, strong teeth and bones and nerve function. 

Diary products like milk, yoghurt or cheese. Kale and spinach. 

IRON

Supports healthy red blood cell production and energy levels.

Red meat, poultry, fish. Legumes, tofu and spinach. 

OMEGA 3 FATTY ACIDS

Anti-inflammatory, support brain function and heart health. 

Fatty fishes or seeds. 

This post was a bit difficult, if mine wasn’t what you were looking for, here’s one that I would recommend. 

#becoming that girl #that girl #glow up #glow up era #health is wealth #health and wellness #health #self healing #green juice girl #healthy eating #healthy living #healthy girl #wellness gir #wellness era

[dadsbongos]

PLEASE MORE AIRHEAD W GOJO SHOKO GETOU 🙏🙏PLEASE

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warnings - i borderline refused to proofread this, suguru wears a skirt and it awakens something in you, also suguru's anti-non sorcerers agenda, dumb timeline doesn't make sense (get over it), filler arc fic

summary - crack that i decided to take seriously, you and the gang go on a beach mission! and some things don't turn out as expected...

“Woah, ‘Toru, check out this yellow!” you jab a finger into the cold, hard plexiglass caging the many frozen flavors from onlooking civilians, “It’s, like, traffic sign yellow!”

“Who would eat that?” he grumbles, glaring at the engraving below the tub - advertising that specific hideous color as a special new taste, “For 4,000 yen?”

“Get me coffee, kay?” Shoko shoots you a glance from over her phone, thumb dancing across her cramped keypad, “And keep it down, you’ll piss off the vendor.”

“Yeah,” Suguru slips up beside you, nose wrinkled and chin tucked close to his chest to avoid the obnoxious scent of sweaty, huffing people, “You’re both making a scene,” his brows furrow over at your accomplice, “Didn’t you just get scolded by Yaga yesterday, Satoru?”

Suguru knows he did, actually, because who else would’ve been the one that held a bag of frozen peas to the hot red lump in Satoru’s forehead for thirty whole minutes?

“Hey,” but you’ve paid neither any mind, pointing at the other end of the display bay to a red-and-white swirled tub. The edges have browned together and its melting points have re-frozen in an unattractive slime, “Gross!” taking Satoru by the hand, you drag him over to the far corner, “Let’s check it out!”

“Hm, we’re way too early,” Shoko pokes her head through the turquoise and cream-striped tent flaps as you order.

“And one coffee scoop,” Suguru calls to you and Satoru when the clan heir beside you finishes demanding two cups of the red velvet cheesecake, pointedly ignoring the baggy-eyed, slouching teenager behind the steel counter.

“On it,” the boy grumbles, scooping up each order in hurried, jerky swings.

Satoru swings a lanky arm through one of yours, head leaning onto yours as he pathetically whines, “My blood sugar is crashing… Won’t make it much longer…”

Two plastic cups in illustrated covers of the stall’s logo slide to another awaiting couple as Satoru sets his card down in preparation to pay. You turn back to Suguru and gesture to the tubs of ice cream, frowning when he merely shakes his head. Shoko inches between you and Satoru, breaking your chain, and you take that as an opportunity to huddle into your broodier friend.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything?”

Satoru turns back at the sound of your voice, abandoning his credit card on the counter, and Shoko watches silently.

“No, you enjoy it,” Suguru insists, smiling despite your puppy-eyed pout.

“But I don’t want you to miss out!”

“I’m happy enough that the four of us can go on a mission again.”

“How sweet,” Satoru wrangles an arm over Suguru’s shoulders, sighing with all the dramatics of a tantrum throwing toddler, “It has been too long since our last mission altogether.”

Shoko nods, moving next to you with one hand jammed into the pocket of her skirt, “It doesn’t help that you two,” she points at the boys, “decided to pick up a couple problem children.”

“Aw, c’mon,” you chirp, “That’s not fair to the girls, and Megumi’s really nice when you know him!”

“Ehh,” she waves her hand loosely, rolling her eyes, “I’ll cross those bridges when they get to high school; I’m no good with kids.”

Shrugging, you think of how well-behaved and kind both Tsumiki and Megumi are (well, Megumi has his moments), “Neither is Satoru and the Fushiguro’s seem fine.”

“Hey,” Satoru is quickly shrugged off his friend’s shoulder when he wails into Suguru’s ear with abandon, “Not fair! I’ve really improved over the months!”

“You still make him stir fry with bell peppers!”

“It’s delicious!”

You glower at his defense, “Doesn’t matter how tasty it is - Megumi’s not gonna eat it!”

Suguru can’t help but ignore the shouting in his ears in favor of appreciating the sight before him. You and Satoru and Shoko. Knowing Nanako and Mimiko are safe and happy at home. With your perfume and even Shoko’s natural nicotine cling working overtime to mask the scent of every monkey crowding this beach. Ignoring the monkeys got easier over time, keeping the real reasons he’s decided to carry on fighting in mind instead. Satoru and Shoko and Nanako and Mimiko and Haibara and Nanami and Yaga and, of course, you.

Two hands slam into his back, the rest of you just barely peeking out from around Suguru’s broad shoulders to glare at Satoru, who’s slung his tea shade sunglasses to the pad of his nose in a vague, blue-eyed threat.

Suguru claps a hand harshly against his friend’s shoulder, jostling the boy’s body, “Put them away, Satoru.”

Shoko bounds out of the small parlor with both hands in her pockets, murmuring something about needing a smoke break.

Satoru pulls his glasses entirely from his face, grinning at Suguru, “Aw, trying to be the big, brave knight?”

“Satoru,” Suguru calls lowly, impatience only thinly veiled.

Effectively cutting off the altercation, a hand cuffs the backs of yours and Satoru’s uniform collars and drags you both towards the open tent flap. Suguru curls his hands into fists at the sight but staves off a retort, even as both you and Satoru are thrown into the sand. A taller man with thicker arms, but the same sunken eyes and tight frown as the teen behind the counter squints down at the both of you, “And stay out!”

“Aw, we didn’t even get our ice cream…”

Shoko tosses her head back, melodic laugher ringing sweetly into your ears before she snaps forward, pinching at your cheek, “Sorry your boytoys couldn’t complete their mission.”

Quirking a brow at her, you don’t even bother to swipe away her fingers on your cheek, “Boytoys…?”

Satoru gasps, ‘tsk’ing at Shoko while covering your ears, “Hey, keep her innocent!”

Shoko removes her hand from you just to knock Satoru’s off the sides of your head. She looks over her shoulder, lips pursing as she surveys the cramped line of tented and umbrella’d stalls, “We should split up. You two are just causing trouble,” she grins at Satoru’s offended look, “As usual.”

Suguru hums, testy and wholly argumentative, “I think we should lay low for the next couple of hours and come back. The curse is more likely to come out at night.”

You frown at the thought of being stuffed into a yellow-walled, vaguely blood-stained, two bed hotel room.

And Suguru backtracks, “Nevermind.”

Snagging you by the arm, Shoko jerks you into her side and jabs a thumb over her shoulder, “We’ll be investigating some swimsuit tents, get a sense of any residuals or smaller curses,” then she points at the duo before you, “You two should find your own thing.”

You’ve given no say before being dragged off to a snowy white tent, sand kicked up and sticking to the flowy drapes. Even small shops for clothing can carry lingering, bothersome curses with anxiety over fat that naturally rolls and jiggles or peeking scars and colored splotches. And despite only having about two years of official sorcery under your belt, you’ve noticed that lingerie, typical underwear, and swimsuits were especially troublesome for gathering curses.

That’s especially noticeable when flyheads and low grade spirits crawl along the tarp, crinkling, unpleasant floor and clawing into the legs and necks of unassuming women. But Shoko has taken no interest in any of them.

Instead, she shoves another wood hanger into your face, “What about this one?”

“Mmm,” clicking your tongue, the sight of a neon orange with lemon yellow lining inspires no particular sparkles or electricity under your skin, “nah.”

Shoko nods and clinks the hanger back onto the rod, “Agreed.”

“Hey, Shoko?” you tilt your head at her, holding out the two swimsuit sets already dangling off your fingers, “How’re we paying for these?”

“Ah!” she snickers, fingers dipping into a skirt pocket before proudly displaying a black, plastic card in her palm, “The Strongest left his card out, so I’m teaching him a lesson,” tucking her hand back into hiding, she grins at you, “So rack up as many as you want.”

“Hmm…”

“He’ll hardly even know the money’s gone.”

“Isn’t that stealing?”

She shrugs, “No.”

Your lashes narrow at that response, brows furrowing, before beaming at Shoko with an enthusiastic nod, “Okay :D”

“That’s the spirit!” she claps you on the back, like a father after his son’s first little league championship.

And like a bushy-tailed young child unburdened by popularity contests and pinching pennies and needing to press the best words into the best order to feel adequate, you gaze out at the seven, stunted racks with wonder. Golden wheat fields that sway in long waves under the wind that whistles through pokey tree branches. A land all yours.

And like every conqueror before, you’re eager to feed on the dancing wheat you don’t yet own, “I wonder which one I’ll wear first.”

“I wonder if they’d want something…” Suguru mutters, only for his own ears.

Satoru blows a raspberry from behind his friend, chin settling onto Suguru’s shoulder and staring down at the wiry, iron shelf with painted, glazed shells and tiny red-lipsticked ladies with thick black curls and wooden curves on plastic, circle podiums and chunky plastic beaded necklaces.

“You’re so obsessed.”

Suguru grunts, slamming an elbow into Satoru’s gut and making no contact, “You were thinking it, too.”

“Not like you,” Satoru waves off, patting himself down for the thin outline of his credit card. When the first search comes up entirely empty, he looks over at Suguru, “Uh,” then returns to his pockets, hands dipping into the gaps, “Huh.”

“What?”

“I don’t have my card,” Satoru taps his foot once, then twice, then shrugs, “Oops.”

“‘Oops,’” Suguru snickers, “Are you gonna cut it off?”

“It’ll turn up somewhere,” stretching his hands above his head, Satoru yawns, “Sorry we can’t get your girlfriend anything.”

“And Shoko. And she’s not my girlfriend… We really should’ve just gone to a hotel, all the smaller curses will be attracted to the dock.”

Satoru can’t even be bothered to deny Suguru his natural right to feeling smug, just turning and waltzing out from the cheap, tacky souvenir stand under a peachy umbrella. Sweat beads miserably down his back and forehead from under his black uniform, shoes sinking into the sand with every step towards the coast.

It was something that nagged at the both of them, honestly. The surface-level pointlessness of this mission, especially the early nature of your group’s settlement. And especially especially because it was so immediately easy to feel where the strongest cursed energy was coming from. Like this buzzing, tender freeze that washed over the both of them - pulling towards one spot on the cluttered beach.

A lone dock by the crashing shore. Splintering, crooked pillars with a deflated, banana yellow ducky floatie dangling between two planks. Likely yet another test of courage spot, popular among vacationing families with young siblings and cousins; eight children of varying ages missing.

“It is weird,” Satoru lowers his glasses along the bridge of his nose, “that all four of us were sent out. Nanami probably could’ve taken this out by himself if it’s just another grade two.”

Suguru shrugs from behind his friend, “Must be a good reason we were all sent out. Maybe the eight brats.”

“Jeez,” Satoru bats a hand backwards in an attempt to smack his friend, he misses completely, “At least sound sympathetic!”

Just before Suguru can reply, your voice is singing out their names. The two turn and Suguru is a little ashamed in the way his body stiffens at the sight of you in a cherry-print bikini. Shoko lingers at your back, texting who you all silently agree to be Utahime. You bounce into the spot before your friends, hands behind your back and a blinding grin curling into your cheeks.

“You look nice,” Suguru’s own voice is lost on him, heart beating so loud in his ears that he can’t quite hear himself. He hopes he sounded suave. He hopes it makes you forget every time he’s embarrassed himself in front of you, and all you see is the charming Suguru that your mom would just love.

“Aww, thanks!” you giggle, holding your bundled uniform tighter to your chest. And he’s even more humiliated over the hope that you’re trying to hide the pounding of your own heart.

Satoru nudges Suguru with an elbow and the favor is returned with a foot jamming down on Satoru’s shoe.

“Shoko and I both agreed,” you unknowingly interrupt their spat, “that before we all totally die, we should have fun on the beach!”

“You shouldn’t say it like that…” Suguru sighs, but the smile is still plain on his face. That question from earlier rises in him - why were you all sent here?

“I think that’s a great idea!” Satoru extends an arm towards you and gladly allows you to tug him towards the water, only releasing hold to let him reactivate his infinity.

Shoko watches from the shoreline with Suguru. She looks up at the man, flipping her phone shut, “You never complimented me, you know?”

“Huh?” Suguru looks first at Shoko’s twisted simper, her raised brow, her low hanging eyelids that let her lashes flutter against her cheeks. Then he notices - a black bikini hugging her own body. He flushes, not over the sight - but because he was caught, “Sorry.”

“You’re such a sucker,” she snickers.

He was caught with that familiar lump in his throat and lethally beating in his chest that only you could cause.

“Hey!” and, of course, it’s you again who calls to him, “C’mon, we wanna play chicken!”

And he’s caught again, red-faced; stripping off his shirt and shoes and socks while Shoko laughs at him. She holds out her phone and watches as he carefully wraps it in his uniform overshirt before trudging down the sands towards you and Satoru. Shoko wades through the crashing water towards Satoru, her hands find his shoulders when they all notice he hasn’t yet joined.

You’re pouting at him and Satoru is groaning, “Just get in! They’re pants - they’ll dry!”

“Easy for you to say,” Suguru huffs, squirming at the feeling of water sticking his pants to his shins as he slowly creeps into the chilled ocean, “Just use infinity for everything…”

“What was that?!” Satoru cups a hand over his ear, neck craning outwards as Suguru approaches, “Didn’t catch that last bit.”

“You’re annoying,” Suguru declares, latching to your side and crouching down just enough for you to scramble up onto his shoulders yet still keep his boxers dry. He feels your arms wrap around his neck, then your thighs bracket shakily around his waist. Suguru palms your thighs and helps lift you to sit up on the broad expanse of his shoulders.

Meanwhile, Satoru yawns, hands on his hips, as Shoko tries yanking herself up onto his back.

“Hey!” she snaps, pounding a fist into his back knowing full well he wouldn’t feel it, “Bend down, would you?!”

“Huh?” Satoru turns to stare down Shoko over his shoulder, sticking his tongue out at her, “Oh! Oops, sometimes I forget how short you are!”

“Hey!”

Suguru tilts his head back to look up at you, both arms secure around your legs, “You okay up there?”

You nod slowly, fingers gently brushing the stray hairs of his bangs from his face, “Uh-huh.”

“See,” Satoru gestures out to you and Suguru, “even our favorite bubble-brain got it done. You’re just not trying hard enough.”

And once again, Shoko digs a fist into his back (and then another when he mockingly hisses and whines).

…

“Don’t be long,” Shoko exhales, noxious smoke rising from her lips with a cigarette perched between two fingers and, in that same hand, texting Utahime once again.

“It’d be quicker if you weren’t slacking off,” Satoru ‘tsk’s, already heading down to the creaky dock with his hands stuffed in his pockets. His cheeks are flaring red from hours prior in the sun, even after the four of you had crawled into a hotspot restaurant to change and cool down.

“Thanks again,” Suguru still clings to your side and you let him, even leaning into it.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, Sugu,” you grin.

You hadn’t been concerned with how civilians would perceive Suguru in your uniform skirt when he changed out of his soaked pants - not that he’d really care how non-sorcerers think of him anyway. But some bizarre part of you can’t stop looking at his legs in your skirt.

He insisted that you keep your leggings, so his skin is bare to the moonlight past his mid-thigh.

It’s bizarre, most definitely, the part of you that keeps staring at the flex of his thighs beneath your skirt as you both soldier through the sand dunes. Your hand finds Suguru’s and you cradle his arm against your chest, Satoru nowhere in sight. The both of you shuffling under the dock, eyes narrowing in search of your little white-haired friend. You shift closer to Suguru the longer your search goes, hand winding tighter within his.

Wind blows under Suguru’s stolen skirt and chills against your skin, the waves lapping at mushy sand. Your blood beats in your ears, Suguru already peering up at the midnight sky through the gaps in the dock.

Hot air puffs against the side of your face, pale skin bouncing moonlight into your peripherals in a flash, “Boo!”

“Ah!” you squeal, jumping somehow closer into Suguru, glaring at the cackling man through narrowed lashes, “Gojo!”

“Aw,” Satoru pretends to wipe a tear from his eye, flicking the nonexistent tear at you, “So formal! Aren’t we friends?”

“Not after that!”

“Satoru,” Suguru’s resilience is quieter than yours, the hand not entwined with yours is firm on his hip, “You really scared her,” you nod with a ‘hmph!’, “She was already on edge, looking for you no less.”

Satoru drapes himself over you like a frail Victorian woman in shock, “I’m sorry,” he wraps both arms around your neck and squeezes you into his chest, “Will you ever forgive me?”

“Hmm…”

A creak shutters just ahead. The deflated, wrinkly duck floatie shivers. All three heads turn into the abyss.

You tuck your chin close to your chest, wringing your arms around one of Suguru’s as you call, “Hey, Shoko?!”

“What?!” but her call is undeniably still in the direction where you three left her.

“Here it is,” Satoru murmurs, turning to grin at you, nudging his head towards the darkness just ahead, “Let’s go!”

Begrudgingly, you allow Suguru to guide you into the creaking, inky space under this dock.

“You’re making the curse stronger, you know?” Satoru turns to face you, walking backwards with both hands in his pockets.

You groan and go to argue back, but a blobby, brown, mucky curse plops in front of your group. The three of you pause and the little thing blinks up at your group.

It throbs.

“Ew!” you stomp down onto the curse, sand poofs up around your boot and the muddy body pops, splattering around your group’s feet.

“Didn’t even need a technique,” Suguru looks up from the scene of your crime, glaring back down into the darkness, “We weren’t sent here for that.”

The wind brushes past you again, your shoulders bunching up in a vain attempt to keep you warm with too-thin leggings. Suguru’s stolen skirt lifts and he pulls you tighter to his side. Satoru stares down the dock with a tight wound face, glasses slipping down his nose and eyebrows scrunched together with a scowl. You hadn’t seen him like this in a long while. Since Fushiguro, Toji had cut you down. Since that single, echoing shot in the dimly lit tomb’s main chamber.

“Ah…” Satoru switches the weight on his feet, snagging you and Suguru by the fronts of your uniforms and drags you both far to the right. Sand sloshes up in big, cloudy puffs; opaque, turquoise tentacles crash into the spot where your trio once stood, “This could actually be troublesome.”

“Stop being mysterious!” you pop your palm against the side of his head despite knowing his infinity is raised, “What’re you talking about?”

“This curse,” he rolls his eyes with all the annoying arrogance possibly mustered when you and Suguru tilt your heads at his pause, “This curse definitely has one of Sukuna’s fingers.”

“That would explain the loose ofuda,” Suguru notes.

You shiver at the mere idea of the King of Curses aiding your opponent, “How would that even happen?”

“Dunno,” Satoru shrugs and releases the both of you, flexing his fingers of the remaining tension, “We definitely need to take it back though.”

“Definitely,” you nod curtly.

A bulbous head sinks into the moonlight, shiny and smooth and thin, wiry purple webs spread across the surface. The gelatinous skin ripples, entire head jiggling before the turquoise splits and gives way to an eyeball - it bulges wide and the pitch black pupils darts around the surrounding area before settling, shakily onto you, Suguru, and Satoru.

Two big, clawed hands latch onto the back of your uniform top, retching you back. A look up confirms it to be one of Suguru’s more beastly stored curses. Your friend himself stares up at you, “Try and get the eye. Satoru and I will distract the tentacles.”

You nod eagerly, showing off a thumbs up before jamming your arms straight to your sides, “You got it!”

And like the most impressive cartoon clown, you explode out towards the curse. Thrown from Suguru's strong arms ( :D ).

You rip your hands away from your sides and throw them out in front of you, fingers stretching wide as you hurdle towards the fleshy eyeball. Your fingertips are mere inches from grazing the eye, when the pupil turns onto you. A loud crash through sand rings out behind you, two calls of your name, and your heart shoots into your throat.

And the eyeball sinks back with another round of grotesque, rippling skin. You slam into the round head and bounce back off with a freshly punched-out gush of air.

“I got you!” Satoru calls from below, arms out wide to catch you before you could plummet into sand.

“That was such a dirty trick,” you huff, steadying back onto your feet and glaring at the curse. The eyeball peeps out, bumping from the top of its head.

With a teasing hum, Satoru finally tucks his glasses into his pants’ pocket, “It’d be a lot easier if you could just hurry up and learn Domain Expansion.”

“You can’t do it either, Satoru!” Suguru comes to both of your sides.

One of the forefront tentacles flicks up violently, crashing through the unstable, weak wood of the dock. Slats and splinters rain down as the tentacle flies towards your spot on the shore. Satoru and Suguru split from your sides while you remain firm in the sand.

Your arms fly out wide, grinning as you cheer, “Come in for a big hug!” wrapping your arms around the heavy limb, you squeeze and squish your hands down into the fleshy tentacle. The cursed energy of your mother and your mother’s mother and her mother and so on, courses through you in a raging fire. Your nails dig into the curse as you shout once more, “Snip!”

And the tentacle goes limp.

Sliding out from under the weight, you spot Satoru wringing a hand back - some invisible, evolving mass heaving in his palm and drawing the large octopus head forward.

Satoru calls out, “If you wanna swallow this one, you better hurry up and do something, Suguru!”

Rolling his eyes, Suguru watches his Rainbow Dragon untangle, sand flapping out with its tail and tearing up a lonely palm tree. He sweeps you up and seats you in front of him while flying forward on the creature’s back.

“Try and keep it busy for now,” he sets you back down on relatively even sand, “Satoru, make it puke out the finger! I’ll get it from behind!”

“Phrasing!”

You eye the two special grades with a groan, “I’m not a diversion, ya know?!”

But Suguru is already behind and beneath the curse’s line of sight, drawing his own ball of mass into his palm.

And, unfortunately, this pseudo-plan is one you’re already familiar with.

You attack the limbs and divert attention with Satoru as back-up while Suguru condenses and consumes.

But, also unfortunately, this pseudo-plan isn’t usually employed against special grade curses post-swallowing Sukuna’s finger. A special grade (post-swallowing Sukuna’s finger) with the intelligence to avoid your Cursed Technique.

“This isn’t working!” you shout at Satoru after having yet another tentacle shot out of grabbing-range.

He lets one of the remaining tentacles bash close against his infinity, using the force to get to your side.

“Then how ‘bout a change of plans?” Satoru takes no feedback before shooting you up and towards the creature's head, snagging and yanking tentacles to twitch the head upwards.

A gaping, drooly maw is exposed; gnashing, gummy walls in place of teeth. And beneath layers of squishy pink, is a lashing gray tongue. And where there’s a tongue, there must be a stomach.

“Woohoo!” you flail out your arms, squishing between the gums to dig your nails into the creature’s tongue (“The radula!” Shoko would tease, if she were watching). A shaky, ugly groan comes from the creature and it hangs its mouth open, trying to slip you off its organ - the sand is far below. You squeeze tighter when a gush of saliva drips down the tongue - fire rushes through your veins, scorching at your fingertips as you chant, “Snip!”

From above, a loud retch, and the deep purple roof gapes with a single, fleshy finger falling out.

You reach out hurriedly, hands clapping around the cursed object before the sudden effect of gravity takes precedent. The sand begins rushing upward, wind whipping rudely at your hair as the curse above you is sucked into an ugly mauve ball in Suguru’s palm. Not seconds after absorbing the curse, he sends his Rainbow Dragon down after you.

One arm swings around you, pulling you over in front of him, while the other holds the grotesque orb. He holds it less gingerly than you hold Sukuna’s finger, cradling the item to your chest.

“Yay! Thanks, Sugu’,” you lean into his chest, hands still tucked to your chest as you both come back down onto the uneven, pitted sand with scattered, rooted palm trees laying around carelessly.

“Are you hurt?” Suguru scans the skin he can see, “It’s saliva wasn’t venomous, right?”

“Hmm, I don’t think so,” you shrug, “I’ll be okay!”

“And you, Satoru?”

“Don’t worry about me, I just got to be your pretty distraction.”

Suguru nods, turning away all the same to swallow his newest curse.

Satoru comes in front of you, white button up on display with his uniform jacket held out, he nods in the direction of your hands, “Here, we can wrap it in this until we get back.”

Dumping the finger into the center of his jacket, your attention is quickly stolen away by the way Suguru gags around the cursed orb. Satoru cradles the freshly wrapped finger to his chest, settling a hand against his friend’s quivering shoulder. You pat Suguru’s back, leaning your head against his arm as he shudders down the taste, watching his face stretch into a grimace.

But he quickly overcomes it when he notices how you and Satoru are preening over him, clearing his throat and shaking out his tense shoulders.

Another throat clears, further up the shore. A lithe, dainty hand waves, Shoko’s lips grinning around an unlit cigarette - her wave turns into a single finger, pointing up at the clear sky, “None of you put up a veil!”

“Oops…” you pout under the stars, they flicker as if winking just to tease you.

Satoru groans, flinging out his arms in exasperation, already wandering towards Shoko, “It’s nighttime, what does a veil even matter?!”

Suddenly, you perk up, nodding, “Yeah! Exactly!”

Suguru sighs, “Someone’s getting punished for this.”

You take his hand, dragging him through the sand, “Who do you think Yaga will choose?”

…

“It was her!”

Both Satoru and Suguru point over at you, brows furrowed in determination. Your hands squeeze tighter around your skirt (which you freshly got back from a re-pants Suguru), fists pushing into your thighs as the three of you kneel before Yaga.

Stubbornly, you shake your head, “No way, that’s really not fair! It was on all three of us!” when Yaga maintains his stern, crossed arms, you continue, “Shoko could’ve done it! I didn’t even really notice- “

Yaga unfolds his arms, waving you up into a stand, “You don’t have to give credit to save your friends when you’re who found Sukuna’s finger.”

Once again, you try to refuse, but Suguru beats you to the punch, “She was vital in obtaining the cursed object, we couldn’t have retrieved it without her.”

Satoru nods twice to his friend’s point.

“You can join Ieiri,” Yaga’s brows somehow wrinkle even more, a finger pointing in your face, “You’re free because you found the finger. Don’t forget a veil again.”

“Yes, sir!” you chirp, the back of your uniform collar being tugged upward by Shoko. She’s already dragging you out of your teacher’s (now principal’s) office, but you spare the time to turn and wave to your friends, “Good luck, ‘Toru and Sugu’ - I’ll get nice flowers to send your moms!”

Satoru squirms from where he’s kneeling, hand shooting up as soon as you’re out of the room. He can see it perfectly now, a big red welt on the back of his head and a matching one for Suguru, “Actually, she couldn’t have gotten the finger without us, so maybe this punishment isn’t necessary!”

Suguru glares at his friend, “You can’t undo a good deed like that, it’s embarrassing.”

“I could let you off,” Yaga hums, “But you forget, Gojo, this isn’t your first time refusing to put up a veil.”

“It’s not refusing!” he honestly just forgets sometimes! He swears!

Suguru would hit Satoru himself if he weren’t trying so hard to stay still, “You’re making it worse!”

…

“I hope they’ll be okay…” you murmur, hugging Shoko’s arm to your chest as the both of you head down the long steps from Jujutsu Tech, “Yaga didn’t seem too mad, right?”

Shoko watches your step down the stairs for you (your stare now focused on a gaggle of birds singing overhead), “We’ll see if white mums are on sale - take that as our omen.”

And when you both see that banana yellow sign in your favorite old lady’s flower shop advertising bundles of white chrysanthemums for only 1,000 yen a piece - you send a prayer to Satoru and Suguru’s souls.

#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #shoko x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #shoko ieiri x reader #airhead reader

[basedandradpilled]

for the anon with heavy periods, here are some changes you can make to manage it

increase your intake of these nutrients:

iron: obviously necessary to replenish blood loss, but if you’re anemic before your period, your flow will be heavier as well. sources: red meats, chicken, oysters, beans, dark leafy greens, tofu, pumpkin seeds, an iron fish.

vitamin C: for absorption of iron and to strengthen capillaries, reducing bleeding. sources: rosehips (you can buy a bag of organic dried rosehips to put in tea, it’s florally and kinda fruity,) yellow bell peppers, cantaloupe, citrus, strawberries, and dark leafy greens

vitamin K: when it comes to blood clotting, vitamin k is essential. supplementing it has been shown to reduce heavy menstrual bleeding in women who otherwise have no known blood clotting disorders sources: spinach, kale, collard/mustard greens, broccoli

omega 3s: anti-inflammatory and helps produce prostaglandins that regulate the menstrual cycle and flow. sources: mackerel, salmon, sardines, oysters, brussel sprouts, tofu, navy beans, and fish oil supplements

vitamin B6: b6 helps regulate production of serotonin and dopamine and regulates production of PgE1, a prostaglandin that’s been proven to affect menstrual cycle regularity and flow. sources: avocado, spinach, banana, sunflower seeds. this is one i recommend supplementing (along with b12) if your general health is poor.

other stuff:

blood clotting medications: tranexamic acid is the most common one, also called Lysteda, and it isn’t as scary as it sounds. it’s a blood clotting medication for adults only, used after childbirth frequently, and they even give it to people with chronic nosebleeds. there’s also Desmopressin nasal spray which has a different mechanism but the same effect. talk with your dr about side effects, but please do your own research! physicians unfortunately rarely have our best interest at heart and will often fail to inform you of side effects or drug interactions.

ginger: an anti-inflammatory, can ease pain. inhibits the enzymes prostaglandin synthetase and cyclooxygenase, both of which can create a prostaglandin imbalance that causes heavy menstrual bleeding and irregularity

raspberry leaf tea: contains fragarine, an alkaloid thought to help pelvic floor muscle cramps, reduce pain, and shorten period length. don’t drink more than 2 servings if you’re extremely sensitive to estrogen. some women swear this is their holy grail for PMS

cruciferous veggies like broccoli and brussel sprouts help your body eliminate extra estrogen which can reduce bleeding and shorten period length.

i’ll include more about all of the above stuff and other helpful nutrients for PMS like potassium, magnesium, etc in my next post about diet based on your cycle, this was just a quick post for supplements specifically to reduce a heavy flow.

lastly, stay hydrated and rest as much as possible during your period, easier said than done

menorrhagia is defined as abnormal blood loss during menstruation. this means heavy flow lasting for over a week and/or totaling greater than 80 ml (~1/4 cup) per month. if your symptoms are having an impact on your quality of life, consider seeing your gyno to find an underlying cause.

(disclaimer: i’m a dropout whose only medical training is as a lab tech and phlebotomist. i am in no way a health professional. none of this should be taken as expert medical advice)

#women's health #i'll update this i'm sure i missed stuff i didn't take my stimulants today #period health #radical feminism #radblr #my post #radfems do touch #affect or effect #radfem safe

[calla-posting]

#soup arc #((to be clear. at the end of this i will get like 200g of each vegetable per vote. and i will make the soup in real life)) #((and report back on how it actually tastes)) #((my gut health in in your hands)) #pikposting

[beautyandlifestyleblog86]

Gut-friendly recipe

Turkey and vegetable stir-fry with ginger and garlic

Ingredients:

- 1 lb ground turkey

- 2 bell peppers, thinly sliced

- 1 zucchini, sliced

- 1 cup broccoli florets

- 1 cup sliced mushrooms

- 3 cloves garlic, minced

- 1-inch piece of ginger, grated

- 2 tbsp soy sauce (or tamari for gluten-free option)

- 1 tbsp sesame oil

- Salt and pepper to taste

- Fresh cilantro for garnish

- Cooked rice or cauliflower rice for serving

Instructions:

1. Heat a large skillet or wok over medium-high heat. Add the ground turkey and cook until browned and cooked through, breaking it up with a spoon as it cooks.

2. Add the garlic, ginger, and vegetables to the skillet. Stir-fry for about 5-7 minutes, or until the vegetables are tender-crisp.

3. Stir in the soy sauce and sesame oil. Season with salt and pepper to taste.

4. Serve the stir-fry over cooked rice or cauliflower rice. Garnish with fresh spring onions.

5. Enjoy your delicious and gut-friendly turkey and vegetable stir-fry!

This recipe is rich in lean protein from the ground turkey, fiber and nutrients from the vegetables, and the anti-inflammatory and digestive benefits of ginger and garlic. It's a flavorful and satisfying meal that will support your gut health.

#healthy food #food for thought #comfort food #fast food #food fight #food food food #food photography #foodie #food #foodpics #foodlover #japanese food #foodmyheart #foofa #tw food #lunch recipes #pasta recipes #pasta recipe #salad recipes #soup recipe #recipe #reciprocity #recipies #recipes #healthy salad recipes #autumn cozy #cozy fall #cozyhome #cozy cozy #cozy living

[annachum]

What I think several of the Disney Princesses' lifestyles may be like in a Modern AU :

. Snow White - Basically is an overworked maid at a cruel rich woman's mansion, then quits and becomes a baker at a fine patisserie....and then leads a socialite/cultural patron lifestyle after she marries Florian ( who is an air force captain in a Modern AU )

. Cinderella : Similar case with Snow White btw except she went from being An overworked maid to a socialite/art patron after she and Kit ( who is a wealthy investigative lawyer in a Modern AU ) got married

. Aurora : Was a florist at a fancy botany shop before leading a socialite/ladies newsletter runner lifestyle after she and Prince Philip ( who is a naval captain in a Modern AU )

. Ariel : Becomes a marine biologist

. Belle : Becomes a librarian in a grand Museum

. Jasmine : Basically is an heiress/model/socialite in Saudi Arabia. Her dad basically owns a huge artifacts business, and her Indian mom is a leading diplomat from India in the Riyadh International Embassy. And then Aladdin is a young upstarting musical artist in Saudi Arabia when they first met in person. Cue both of them being amongst celebrity couples in Saudi Arabia, where Jasmine eventually has her own jewelry/cosmetics line.

. Moana : Becomes a marine biologist who is also an advocate for indigenous rights

. Pocahontas : Becomes a naturalist in wildlife reserve park and an advocate for indigenous rights

. Tiana : Similarly with in Princess and the Frog and also becoming a BLM advocate

. Malina : Goes from being a secretary in Kuzco's Enterprise to becoming acting co CEO ( similarly with Pepper Potts' arc here )

. Elsa : Becomes a diplomat for Norway in UN, and also a cultural patron

. Anna : Becomes an art gallery exhibitionist and curator in Norway

. Rapunzel : Becomes an art curator and teacher in an art museum

. La Esmeralda : Becomes a famous folk dancer and an advocate for anti Romani sentiments

. Megara : Becomes a diplomatic agent in Athens

. Maid Marian : A social journalist before opting for a socialite/ladies newsletter runner lifestyle after she and Robin Hood gets married while Robin Hood becomes a govt agent ( similar case with Jacqueline Bouvier btw )

. Kida : Becomes a naval captain and an advocate for indigenous rights

. Merida : Becomes a zoologist and a HeforShe advocate

. Mulan : Becomes a diplomatic agent and a HeforShe advocate

#disney princesses modern au #disney princesses #disney princesses hcs

[thevegans]

Chickpea and vegetable korma with brown rice.

Are you looking for a flavourful and nutritious vegan meal that is easy to make? Look no further than this chickpea vegetable korma with brown rice recipe. This dish is packed with protein, fibre, and a variety of colourful vegetables that provide essential vitamins and minerals. The creamy coconut-based sauce is spiced with a blend of aromatic Indian spices, making this korma a delicious and satisfying option for lunch or dinner.

Before we jump into the recipe, let's talk about some of the health benefits of the ingredients in this dish. Chickpeas are an excellent source of plant-based protein and fiber, which can help you feel full and satisfied for longer. They are also rich in folate, iron, and zinc, which are essential minerals for maintaining good health. Broccoli is a cruciferous vegetable that is high in vitamin C, vitamin K, and fiber. Red and yellow bell peppers are rich in antioxidants and vitamin C, while red onions are a good source of quercetin, a flavonoid that has anti-inflammatory properties.

Ingredients

For the korma:

1 can of chickpeas, drained and rinsed

1 head of broccoli, cut into florets

1 red bell pepper, sliced

1 yellow bell pepper, sliced

1 red onion, sliced

3 cloves of garlic, minced

1 tablespoon of grated fresh ginger

1 tablespoon of curry powder

1 teaspoon of ground cumin

1 teaspoon of ground coriander

1/2 teaspoon of ground turmeric

1/4 teaspoon of cayenne pepper (optional)

1 can of coconut milk

1 tablespoon of olive oil

Salt and pepper to taste

Fresh cilantro for garnish

For the brown rice:

1 cup of brown rice

2 cups of water

1/4 teaspoon of salt

Instructions

Step 1: Cook the brown rice

Combine the brown rice, water, and salt in a medium-sized saucepan and bring to a boil. Reduce the heat to low, cover, and simmer for 45 minutes or until the water is absorbed and the rice is tender. Fluff with a fork and set aside.

Step 2: Prepare the vegetables

Heat the olive oil in a large skillet over medium-high heat. Add the garlic and ginger and sauté for 1-2 minutes until fragrant. Add the sliced onions and bell peppers and sauté for 5-7 minutes until slightly softened. Add the broccoli florets and sauté for an additional 3-4 minutes.

Step 3: Make the korma sauce

Add the curry powder, cumin, coriander, turmeric, and cayenne pepper (if using) to the skillet and stir to combine with the vegetables. Add the chickpeas and coconut milk and stir well. Reduce the heat to low and let the korma simmer for 10-15 minutes until the sauce thickens and the vegetables are tender. Season with salt and pepper to taste.

Step 4: Serve

Serve the chickpea vegetable korma over the brown rice and garnish with fresh cilantro. Enjoy!

This vegan chickpea vegetable korma with brown rice is a delicious and nutritious meal that is easy to make at home. The combination of chickpeas, broccoli, red and yellow bell peppers, and red onion provides a variety of essential vitamins and minerals, while the creamy coconut-based sauce is spiced with a blend of aromatic Indian spices that will tantalize your taste buds. So next time you're looking for a plant-based meal that is both healthy and flavourful, give this recipe a try!

#food #plant based #vegan #what vegans eat #foodpics #vegancommunity #foodie #veganism #vegano #vegetarian #curry

[nancylfitness]

Carpel Tunnel Syndrome & Exercises

Carpal tunnel syndrome (CTS) is a condition where a nerve (median nerve) in the wrist/hand becomes squeezed/compressed. CTS can be caused by repetitive movements and inflammation. As a result, numbness/tingling/weakness, and pain may occur in the hand and forearm. If pressure on the median nerve continues, however, it can lead to nerve damage and worsening symptoms.

Initially, symptoms can come and go. If it worsens, symptoms may occur more frequently and/or last longer.

Early on, symptoms may be eased by working to reduce the daily stress on the hands/wrists, and by doing stretches and simple exercises. Home care includes wearing a wrist splint, icing the wrist, and avoiding activities that may be causing the issue:

Minimize repetitive hand movements.

Alternate activities reducing strain on hands and wrists.

Keep wrists straight or in neutral position.

Avoid holding an object the same way for too long.

Keep forearms level with work surface while using the computer.

Wear a splint while sleeping to keep wrist straight.

Foods may work to accelerate healing and recovery. Anti-oxidant-rich foods like red bell peppers, carrots and leafy greens have essential nutrients that help alleviate pain from CTS. Spinach, rich in vitamin B6, is an analgesic that may also help relieve pain. Salmon, walnuts, pineapple and turmeric are also good choices.

If the CTS worsens over time and symptoms interfere with day to day activities and sleep, see your health care provider. Permanent nerve and muscle damage can occur without treatment. Also, symptoms of CTS can be similar to other medical conditions. To ensure that the symptoms are not manifestations of a different problem see a health care provider for diagnosis.

Exercises may help mild to moderate symptoms when combined with other treatments. CTS exercises work to strengthen the wrist, hands, arms and shoulders.

These exercises may not be easy at first, but they shouldn’t be painful. If they hurt, back off or stop completely and let your health care provider know. If you’re unsure about whether to do these exercises, ask your doctor. A hand therapist may also help.

Wrist Flexor Exercises:

With elbow straight and palm down, grasp fingers with other hand and slowly bend wrist backward.

Hold for 10 to 20 seconds.

Repeat on other hand.

With elbow straight and palm up, grasp fingers with other hand and slowly bend wrist backward..

Hold for 10 to 20 seconds.

Repeat on other hand.

With elbow straight and palm down, place other hand with thumb on underside of wrist and fingers on back of hand.

Slowly bend wrist down until stretch is felt on top of the forearm.

Hold for 10 to 20 seconds.

Repeat on other hand.

Sit with elbows on a table and palms together.

Slowly lower wrists to table. Keep palms together throughout the stretch.

Hold for 10 to 20 seconds.

Rest. Repeat.

Dynamic Mobility – Median Nerve Exercises:

With palms together move hands in an imaginary S from head to waist.

Keep shoulders down.

Repeat.

Stand with right arm slightly out from side.

Depress shoulder.

Repeat on other side. 

Finger Flexion Exercise:

To bend fingers of right hand, start with knuckles furthest from palm, slowly make a fist.

Hold 10 seconds.

Relax.

Straighten fingers as far as possible.

Repeat on other hand.

#Carpal Tunnel Syndrome #Antioxidant foods #CTS #dynamic mobility #finger flexion #fitness #forearms #hands #wrists #palms #health #median nerve #numbness #pain relief #stretching #tingling #weakness #wellness #writst flexor #senior fitness coach #nancylfitness

[kledface]

Idk i guess i should consider an intro post or something?

Name:

Hi, im kledface, but you can call me kled. No, i have no association with league of legends and have been entirely turned off from playing it due to people asking if my name is because of the character. There is an origin story though!

Content:

I like sharing cute animals, pretty things, memes, and trans shit, cause i am a trans shit, people should be nicer/more normal about trans folks, especially those who are trans-fem and gender nonconforming. I also enjoy sharing art, both my own and others, because art is amazing. Sometimes i will post my weird little rambles here. Sometimes theyre serious, sometimes theyre just pissing in the wind. Life is full of wonder or some schist idk

Identity:

Im trans, genderfaun, my pronouns do change sometimes, but for the most part, he, they, and it are all fine for me. Go ahead and dabble in neos if you want, im not 100% sure what works and what doesnt there. Im also kinda coming to terms with being demi-aroace, or demian. This is a newer label for me, but i think its the right one. Im a pretty proud furry, and also an otherkin; hi, dragon speaking. My fursona is a dragon, but i have plenty of characters; some are even not dragons! I love dragons more than anything. I am mentally ill, with severe depression, social anxiety, schizophrenia, and a very troubled past that has caused splitting, and most likely either ADHD, autistic, or both, but nothing is confirmed yet besides being dyslexic. Currently am 19, though on the kalends of april i will be 20. This makes me nervous. I do not enjoy celebrating my birthday.

Likes and dislikes:

I love dragons, pineapple, rain and snow, fire, lightning, warhammers, birds, cats, the colours orange and blue, food, flowers, shiny rocks, dnd, mtg, drawing, reading, video games, a wide variety of music, the forest, and helping others, especially those im closer to. I hate conspiracy theories, aliens, bell pepper, chartreuse, intense heat, being short, bigots, and being treated like a demon. Some of these things are because of my past, others are just general hates

Personality:

Because of the splitting, sometimes its not just one person talking; there are eleven of us with different personalities. I, as the host, am the person you are most likely to catch though. I like to consider myself fun loving, though protective. Compassionate and easily scared. Some of us are much more grumpy, and cynical, while others are literal children. Please have patience with us, we are trying.

Other socials:

I do have some other platforms. This is the one im on second most often.

Discord: kledface [active]

Instagram: kartoffelzauberer [semi-active]

Twitter: kledface [inactive]

I have a reddit but i dont remember it

Technically i can invest in others but i dont really want to unless i have to, and there are some i havent listed but dont even worry about those, i dont want to be found

DNI:

Listen. Im a generally accepting person. But some people arent welcome here. No homophobes or transphobes, no terfs, no racists, no xenophobes, no ablists, no sexists, no ageists; If you hate someone for a fundamental aspect of their being, get the fuck out. Also, no anti-furs. This isnt the same, cause its more of a fandom thing, but if you hate someone for their fandom, i dont want to hear about it. Leave. Bye felicia. I will likely block you if you are a pro-shipper, because ew. And if you are any kind of pedophile, zoophile, or rapist, i would hunt you down and kill you myself if i could, i don't care how you excuse yourself, youre a disgraceful piece of shit who doesn't deserve to live, literally kill yourself. I hate saying and hearing that, but youre the kind of person who deserves it.

Finale:

I think that's it. Hit me up if you have questions or wanna talk, my askbox and messages are open. Thank you for coming to my KLEDtalk

[Kountenance, Lecturing, Education, Dick]

#dragon #dagin #furry #artists on tumblr #intro post #introductory post #blog intro #introduction #queer #demi aroace #genderfaun #kledface yells #kledface

[diceriadelluntore]

Storia Di Musica #282 - The Rolling Stones, Beggars Banquet, 1968

Ciò che unirà i dischi di Luglio sarà una caratteristica simpatica: hanno avuto tutti le copertine censurate, tanto che ne pubblicherò spesso due, quella che sostituì l’idea originale e l’originale, che in molti casi verrà rispolverata e pubblicata in occasione di rimasterizzazioni, anniversari o cambi di formati. Il disco che inizia la piccola antologia di copertina controversie ne aveva una geniale, ma uscì con quella che vedete in alto: un bigliettino di invito, con tanto di Répondez s’il vous plaît in basso a sinistra. Un invito che la più irriverente rock band del mondo, proiettata già nel 1969 a detenere un ruolo fondamentale nella storia del rock, dava a tutti i suoi fans. Si giocò sull’idea del banquet del titolo per quest’idea, anche delicata, ma nulla aveva a che fare con la prima copertina, per me leggendaria e tra le più belle di tutti i tempi:

Secondo la leggenda, la foto originale fu scattata nel bagno di un concessionario di auto tedesche della California, a cui furono aggiunti irriverenti graffiti, sul retro, lo stesso muro conteneva i titoli delle canzoni del disco da Barry Finenstein. Non fu censurato per il “God Rolls His Own”, nemmeno per la freccia del Sogno di Bob Dylan che finisce sul manico dello sciacquone, ma perchè si intravedeva la tazza della toilet: non so dire perchè nei paesi anglosassoni ci sia questa fobia della tazza, ma la lista di copertine censurate o ritenute offensive solo perchè era visibile quel sanitario è sorprendente. Resta da dire del disco, che esce nel dicembre del 1968, che riporta il suono dei Rolling Stones nel solco del rock blues di cui sono gli indiscussi maestri, abbandonando i giochi psichedelici del precedente Their Satanic Majesties Request, disco un po’ folle, un po’ costruito in risposta al Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band dei Beatles ma che è stato presto dimenticato, tranne per la spettacolare copertina in 3D. Con Beggars Banquet si apre invece un lustro memorabile, con almeno 5 capolavori in fila, che segnano la storia del rock. Il disco si apre con uno dei brani più famosi di tutti i tempi, ma che lascio per ultimo nel racconto. Fu per gli Stones l’ultimo disco con Brian Jones (che morirà tragicamente l’anno successivo), e per anni si ricamò su una sua estromissione pratica dai brani, ma in verità nonostante la sua paranoia e la crescente disaffezione per la band, schiacciato nel connubio artistico tra Jagger e Richards, suonò in quasi tutti i brani. La band inizia a lavorare al disco ad inizio 1968, e della vena creativa che sentono ne è dimostrazione il singolo che lancerà il disco, Jumpin’ Jack Flash (che non appare in scaletta). Si sciorinano dolenti blues, la spettacolare No Expectations, una canzone country acustica che vira verso la parodia del genere stesso, Dear Doctor, che parla sfacciatamente di un mezzo ubriaco che si lamenta che la futura spossa è scappata con suo cugino Lou, Parachute Woman è l’ennesimo blues sbroccato di Jagger (Parachute Woman, Land on Me Tonight, ed è l’allusione più leggera), Jigsaw Puzzle è un altro capolavoro del disco, ritmata e calzante, con un testo narrativo in pieno stile Bob Dylan (che sarà spesso un a fonte indiretta per i Glimmer Twins). Altra canzone mito è Street Fighting Man, ispirato alle manifestazioni parigine del ‘68 e ai cortei anti guerra del Vietnam, ma rimane un po’ distaccato l’approccio alla questione. Diviene però evidente anche una virata “di musica sociale” del gruppo, in brani come Factory Girl, sulle donne operaie, e un bellissimo pezzo, Salt Of The Earth, dove è addirittura Keith Richards che canta, in una canzone omaggio alla classe operaia sale della terra con un crescendo meraviglioso e che chiude un disco storico e leggendario. Che deve parte della sua leggenda alla canzone che apre il disco: scritta da Mick Jagger e Keith Richards, in vacanza a Positano, fu ispirata al cantante dalla lettura di quel capolavoro assoluto che fu Il Maestro E Margherita di Michail Afanas'evič Bulgakov, che Marianne Faithfull, all’epoca sua fidanzata, gli aveva regalato. Quindi Jagger immagina che Lucifero, una persona facoltosa e di classe, si presenti e inizi a raccontare della sua grandezza. Tra le altre: Ed ero là quando Gesù Cristo ebbe il suo momento di dubbio e dolore, Mi assicurai che Pilato se ne lavasse le mani e suggellasse il suo destino (...) Guardavo con gioia mentre i vostri re e regine combattevano per dieci decenni per gli Dei che avevano creato (...) Vagavo per San Pietroburgo quando vidi che era tempo di cambiare, uccisi lo zar e i suoi ministri, intervallate dal quel beffardo “Pleased to meet you\Hope you guess my name\But what’s puzzling you\Is the nature of my game”. Ma oltre il testo, è la musica che è trascinante come poche: un ritmo samba rock che accompagna il canto veloce e sentito, che tra scoop che fecero scandalo (Ho urlato "Chi uccise i Kennedy?" quando dopo tutto siamo stati tu ed io, a poche settimane dell’assassino di Robert candidato alla Presidenza degli Stati Uniti), a frecciatina agli amici di Liverpool (E piazzai delle trappole per i cantastorie che rimasero uccisi prima di raggiungere Bombay, malizioso riferimento al viaggio spirituale in India dei Beatles). Il brano prendeva in giro le voci, all’epoca diffuse, sul satanismo degli Stones, e tra le sue caratteristiche leggendarie c’è il famoso coretto, che nel testo originale del brano è a volte “wooo wooo” a volte “Who? Who?” fu aggiunto all’ultimo momento da Jimmy Miller, il loro fido produttore, con le voce a supporto di Marianne Faithfull e Anita Pallenberg, la fidanzata di Richards. La canzone è diventata una leggenda ben oltre l’ambito musicale, basta ricordare come si presenta V di V per Vendetta: Lasciate che mi presenti, sono un uomo ricco... e di buon gusto!. Tutto sommato alla fine è stato meglio che censurarono un cesso piuttosto che tutta questa meraviglia.

#the rolling stones #beggars banquet #1968 #recensione

[the-winds-indecision]

anti-lent day 10

fasting fridays - heck yeah!  i like having a few themed days in this list, it matches how i used to have something akin to themed days in my lenten practices.  for today’s anti-fasting i’m addressing breakfast

easier: actually eat breakfast today.  yes, i’m talking to you.  if shooting for a *balanced* breakfast seems too hard, that’s fine.  today, eat something.  not just coffee.  some simple ideas are a slice of toast (with butter or jam or honey or whatever you like), a piece of fruit, a granola bar, or a small bowl of cereal

harder: add something extra to your breakfast.  here, we’re aiming for 3 of 4 food groups, minimum.  i’m by no means a nutritionist, but with a bit of research … 

adding fruit/vegetables to your breakfast gives you some good vitamins! try apples, tangerines, berries, bananas, bell peppers, or leafy greens

adding grains/starches (those are carbs!) helps you feel full and gives you energy! try hot or cold cereals, toast, or muffins

adding protein helps you feel satisfied for longer! try nuts/nut butter, eggs, cold cuts or tofu

adding dairy keeps your bones and teeth healthy! try milk or fortified plant milk products, yogurt, or a slice of cheese

#ex catholic #extian #levi says things #ex christian #anti lent #religious trauma #religious guilt #excath

[lantur]

the good,

I have made a couple of amazing new recipes recently. This Bang Bang shrimp pasta from the modern proper, which can easily be made vegetarian by substituting tofu and/or bell peppers and broccoli for the shrimp. And this fish tikka masala, which is truly Indian-restaurant quality.

Writing has been going well - I'm close to 70 pages done on my first draft.

Westin is cuddly and adorable and Derek is excellent.

I've gotten to spend time with friends (a high point of the last few days), and I have more friend time planned later this week!

the bad,

I accidentally missed a week worth of my antidepressants/anti-anxiety meds due to some pharmacy refill shenanigans. I haven't slept well in two days and I could barely think straight today. I have had painfully high anxiety levels for the last two days as well. I got my meds today though so I can resume them.

The transition to my new job has been rough. I started yesterday. I get along well with my manager, which is great, and the work promises to be interesting. However, without getting into too many details, my former coworkers are very unhappy that I have taken on a new role, and are trying to make my life difficult now. I also had the displeasure of meeting someone at work for the first time today, who was very openly rude to me. It was deeply disheartening and I was very sad. Still am. I am used to a certain amount of passive/low key rudeness, but when people are openly and overtly rude like that, it really throws me for a loop.

I keep trying to tell myself that things will be better a week from now. I'll be back on my meds, and I hopefully won't have to interact with this particular person at work again for a long while.

#lanturing

[funky-demon2]

Since I see a lot of CBS headcanons, I decided '"Yk what? I'm gonna make myself some piss cakehole/cakehole piss headcanons because they need some love (I mean love I mean the 4 people that like these characters sitting in the back row) THIS IS SUPER LONG BTW BECAUSE THESE 2 BRAIN ROT ME EVERYDAY!!!!

Piss cakehole

•Despite being a absolutely menace to society murder, he’s very anti social. Like very anti going out with other freak friends (if he has any) or parties. Occasionally he’ll go to a friends place but that’s it. Kill. Sleep.Live.

•he actually Shockingly has a job, it’s Dairy Queen. He works night shifts because no one there wants be to around him but he doesn’t as long as someone doesn’t make him upset.

•He has curly hair you can’t fight me on it and he puts it in a curly man bun. (Bonus for salt and pepper hair)

•him and Cakehole are so identical, sometimes when their in good moods switch their outfits and pretend to be each other to pull pranks.

•Him and cakehole are actually the second oldest sniper freaks since being twins (around late 30’s. He’s mad at cakehole because he doesn’t age as much as him)

•He actually does care for cakehole and thinks as him as him as “his little brother” (their twins Ik but cakehole acts younger) but he finds annoying him around and often irritates him too the point he just wants to yank him. Cakehole is very aware and is on house arrest for that.

•he’s a stoner gay. Like hippie Artist gay. I’m talking 70’s belle bottoms and arched back. A feminine posing man. I’m talking cross dressing will wood. “I wanna be the f*cked up girl” From Ride the cyclone type gender. He/they type magic happening. He is gender.

•Hes also got LITTLE FRECKLES and a buck teeth? (Tooth?) like me because he’s my bgg

Source: I said so.

Cakehole piss

•Unlike his counter part, he’s very social and actually really funny around other freaks. He just needs to warm up or not being a murdering mood (he’s also kind of a loud person and has a higher pitched voice)

•He’s 89% percent high most of the time and smells like the strongest weed ever. Other percent is him being clueless.

•He’s on the spectrum. I say that as In like “he’s so me fr” kind of spectrum. He info dumps to demo samedi ALL The time but he doesn’t care. He likes blue things and things that sparkle. Or legos. Legos make him stim like me fr

Source on the spectrum: Me and all the other autistic freak fortress fans. He’s one of us now.

•He sees the undead stoner scouts as his older brothers and Demo Samedi as his father figure. (Idk because he’s a creation to him) and sometimes calls him “Master Samedi” instead of Demo Samedi in a sense of being being his creator.

•(this is actually canon) He doesn’t like water AT ALL. Refuses to go unless he needs to shower. Otherwise it would take him a whole team just to throw him in.

•He has dyed short curly hair and like multiple piercings like his ear and mouth. He also tends to wear baggy clothing and pajamas actually despite his normal uniform.

•Him and Piss are both Latinos/natives 🫶 (mixed parents fight me all you want). Piss‘s parents don’t call him by his “name” and call him instead “pequeña mariposa” (little butterfly in Spanish sorry If it’s not accurate, I can only speak little Lakota and more English ) they very much welcomed Cakehole into the family and treat him like a son

That’s all I have and also I’m making a short story on these 2 about most of these headcanons. If you don’t like these just remember that these are headcanons so don’t be rude about it. Ok stay groovy you guys 🫶💗

#tf2 #freak fortress #tf2 freaks #team fortress 2 #cakehole piss #piss cakehole #Lgbt #art

[tmbgaresuck]

Greetings from Chikakimu!

I’m @marulaakapane and I was referred to your page by my town’s anti-tmbg class. I live in an area where TMBG is banned (since 10/23 - this place is VERY anti-tmbg, you’d love it here but I am assuming you’re a real world citizen so sadly you really cant go) and the town does this class - you can only get in if you are given tmbg stuff and/or sell it to someone. My SO Pam used to run the “Flood Corner”, every copy of Flood was free to borrow. (She did, however, reclaim the theme from flood for their sports team, the Tiny Bell Peppers)

Pam had to do the class yet again, and you can invite those who want to do the classes as well. So pam invited me!! (so i could watch the show again)

The class first shows you a bunch of presentations and then this show called “Screw Those Possible Giants”. Me and pam quote this series every single day since we saw it. Our favorite quote has to be “Kai! I hate your baby!” and we also quote “Is the Picture Puzzler going to come on??”

This time, they showed us your page after watching the episodes. The teacher was like “Any of you have Tanbi on your computers???” (Tanbi is the name of this site where i live)

Your page is a HUGE hit in Chikakimu. There’s no joke, me and Pam (and also Mia, my other SO) like to sit around the computer and look at all your paragraphs. If you made more paragraphs about hating tmbg it would be greatly appreciated!

Thanks!

- Marula

sounds like you're living the dream. I would give my entire allowance and my dirtbike to go anywhere where TMBG hate is popular. I feel so out of touch with my generation because they all think it's weird I hate TMBG and I feel so excluded from society like some sort of leopard.

so glad everyone in Chikakimu loves me. I will write more paragraphs with more fervent hatred towards these nasty sickos

i got a letter in the mail the other day that had no returned address and had my full legal name and just had a picture of this in it so you can imagine how hard it is being me

#tmbgaresuck #asks