#dependable camping stoves

[willownwisp]

starry skies, blue eyes

ii. loving you and the little things you do. (re4r!leon x gn!reader)

author's note: no proofread i work and die alone. i write and called it a day,,, hehe,,, hurrah for second entry of leon valentine's advent !!!! this is actually two parts bc the fic on the third day follows the events after this fic. <3

cw: SFW, SILLY IDIOTS IN LOVE !!!!! part 2 of ree's leon valentine's day advent.

The baby blues melt into pink hues against the watercolor bloom skies as the sun slowly sets.

Leon presses a kiss to your temple as you both hike side by side to the camp site.

"Stay close, baby. It's getting dark soon. It's my bad, we should have gotten here earlier."

You blush and shake your head, it's not like he was at fault. Leon is a man of action, ask him what needs to be done and it is done. Perhaps it's drilled into him to obey and follow orders, or that after a turbulent run as a DSO agent, he just wanted to get away. Desperately so that the minute you impulsively chatter how romantic it would be to have a camping trip, he's on his ass getting ready that same day.

"No, lovey. It was spontaneous anyway. It's kinda more romantic, yeah?"

You giggle at him, linking your arms around his thick ones as it flexes underneath your touch as he guides you to the spot.

This playfulness earns you a sigh from him. Not one out of frustration, you know him. Know how his trauma operates in the way that there is a small cork in his heart that needed a bit loosening up before he shows his tenderness, it was a sigh of fondness from him as he pulls you close.

"Of course, baby."

He'd reply with a half-smile because you're adorable. The light to his life that seeps warmth in the cold crevices of his being. There was something in your spontaneous nature. Your laidback demeanor, and playfulness that had lured him in. A breath of fresh air.

It was almost night after that small hike, and you're currently faced with your mortal enemy.

Forgetfulness and a knot. A freaking knot.

You wanted to impress Leon by offering to be the one to set up the tent as he leaves you for a little while to gather wood for the fire.

How hard could it be to set up a small two-person tent?

You ask yourself, and this was your downfall.

Upon Leon's arrival, bringing in wood for the fire, he sets the wood down to roll his neck before removing his jacket. His muscles flexing underneath the fabric of his muscle fit turtleneck and you gawk at him like a horny teenager while pretending to be busy "reading" the manual for the tent.

Leon turns to you, oblivious to the fact that you were eyeing him.

"Do you need any help, baby?"

He asks, blue eyes and the softest gaze and fuck if he isn't the prettiest man on earth.

"Psh. Who? Me? Nah, I can do it lovey. People used to ask me for help with these you know. I'm like an expert."

A bald-faced lie, and you even had the audacity to throw a boast. In your defense, you do have the experience. The faint memory of your childhood suggests you do.

"I used to be a Scout, you know."

You give him a wink as a reassurance and he chuckles, an amused smile graces his lips as he pets your head.

"Wow, I didn't know I was in the presence of a camping veteran. I'm in your care, baby."

He replies with a playful wink, matching your energy before he turns to start the fire, busying himself with lighting up the wood and setting up the camp site.

Meanwhile you stew in the fact that you're screwed, and yet instead of helping yourself, your gaze wanders to that of your boyfriend.

You've always known that Leon is dependable. He's brilliant like that even if he doesn't see it. That seriousness in his sapphire eyes, the way he moves around to check for any hazards and dangers around the camp site. He was walking all over, completely engrossed with his tasks. Setting up the portable mini gas stove on the ground. You were just… staring.

You've always known you love him, but sometimes there are moments when you look at a person and that feeling of love washes over your being, because that's him. That's your boyfriend. The only Leon in the world, there with you. In this space, breathing the same air.

Your reverie is cute short when he calls out to you.

"Baby."

"Huh?"

You respond quite taken aback and Leon quirks his eyebrows at you.

"Are you okay? I've been calling you. Is there something on my face? You seem occupied."

He asks and you clear your throat before shaking your head to try and find your voice.

"Oh no, just… nothing."

You clear your throat again, but Leon's eyes narrow at you.

"You don't know how to set up the tent, don't you?"

He asks with a playful smirk on his lips and you respond with an over-the-top gasp of horror.

"Why I never!"

You huff and turn to tug on the little poles on the tent.

"I swear I still remember how to tie my knots!"

You exclaim before Leon looks at you and just… laughs.

A laughing Leon Kennedy is a treat, because you get to see him throw his head back in laughter, his dirty blonde hair delicately framing his pretty face and from up close you could see the mole on his neck. He was always so majestic.

You blush in embarrassment, but mainly at the fact that you were absolutely whipped for your boyfriend you can't help but admire him a like a living artistic sculpture.

"Baby."

He continues after he laughs, his arms wrapping around your waist as he hugs you from behind.

"You don't even need knots for that, all you have to do is put the poles in those holes."

He grins, looking down at your pouting face before snickering and kissing your cheeks.

"Aww, is my baby upset?"

He asks, tilting his head to get a clear view of your sheepish face, now blushing and huffing at him.

"Come on my Scout, let's put this up together yeah?"

He pulls away from you to give you a boyish grin, the look in his blue eyes is enough to get you to soften as you pick up the poles, with present pout.

Leon looks at you and he melts at how adorable you are.

Perhaps this is what makes life a little more light and a little more bright. The small things like the way you pout and the way you're already red-faced at light teasing. He doesn't say a word but only grabs your chin to plant a chaste kiss on your lips.

Short and sweet as he smiles.

"I love you. Let's go on camping trips more often."

You smile at that and nod. For Leon, this is what makes life bearable. Silly moments like this and the love that you two share.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon x reader #leon x y/n #leon x you #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #leon kennedy fluff #leon s kennedy fluff #ree valentine's day advent

[prowerprojects]

Umm, any domestic hcs you got for the duo? (Since it seems Sonic bunks in sometimes) Or a camping adventure, to witness some yearly or a phenomenon that happens rarely in one's life time?

Thank you so much for the prompt! Oooh domestic headcanons, domestic headcanons... OK!

🌻 Tails has a room specifically for Sonic at his workshop (several workshops, actually, the bigger ones), but Sonic adamantly refuses to call it his room, and instead calls it "the Guest room". He doesn't personalize it at all, and even prefers to sleep on the couch in the living room... area, than the bed in "his" room.

🌻 Sonic is not that great at cooking at home, he's not especially bad or anything, he just doesn't get a lot of practice. He's much better with campfire style-meals. Usually when he stays over somewhere where there's a stove, there's also a person who can use it, so he never bothered to learn.

🌻 However, he did end up learning how to cook just one breakfast-style food for when he stays over (or comes over early) at Tails's, specifically so he could surprise his little bro with a breakfast in bed.

🌻 When they had just met, Tails was used to roughing it, and could fall asleep basically anywhere. (And also wouldn't complain about anything because he still wasn't as certain in his relationship with Sonic and didn't want to give Sonic a reason to leave him behind) Nowadays he's kind of gotten used to living in a house and everything, and had softened up, and he doesn't enjoy camping out too much. He's a little embarrassed by it, but Sonic secretly loves knowing that Tails is living well and in comfort.

🌻 Tails loves playing video games, but Sonic doesn't (there's probably a couple that he actually enjoys, but most of them are kinda meh to him), plus he's not very good at them. He only ever plays with Tails and he always chooses to be player 2.

🌻 Tails takes special attention in combing his tails, this is important. He started doing that back in the early days, back when he was first getting used to going by Tails and being proud of them. When he first let Sonic comb them, it was a huge deal. Because they were doing it before going to sleep, nowadays, if Sonic brushes Tails while telling a story, Tails ends up falling asleep, kind of on a reflex, haha.

🌻 Both of them get nightmares, though Sonic doesn't usually remember his. Sometimes he goes to check on Tails to make himself feel better, he doesn't really know why he's doing it.

🌻 Tails actually isn't the kind of person who would directly ask to sleep in his brother's bed after a nightmare, no matter how cute the idea might seem (he's usually reserved/insecure about his weaknesses and often has trouble articulating his issues), but he does feel better when they do sleep next to each other. It both makes him feel safe and/or reminds him that Sonic is ok (depending on what the nightmare was)

🌻 Tails has a very specific place for everything in his lab/room/house, but he only puts things in their proper places when he actually cleans the place, which is around once a couple of months. In about a week it all becomes a chaotic mess again until the next time. He tries to be better about this in the lab, because it's dangerous, but the results are questionable. Sonic is somehow able to navigate through it as well as Tails himself.

#i tried! #tails #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #blue blur #project.txt #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic & tails #unbreakable bond #project.ask

[justalittlesolarpunk]

This is my last post before I head off on my ten-day minimal-internet tidalpunk adventure (expect pics when I return!) so I thought I’d make a nice long list-type thing for all you solarpunks before I go.

Now, this might not seem very cheerful compared to my other topics - certainly all the people I’ve brought this up with irl have acted like I’m being alarmist and depressing, but I don’t see it that way. I view it as being prepared and maximising your ability to keep yourself and your community safe, which is after all what solarpunk is all about!

So without further ado, here is my *extremely idealised* suggestion for an emergency kit list to help you cope with increasingly frequent and severe extreme weather events. The goal is that with the supplies in this bag you could either shelter safely in place or get up and go, and be well supplied in either case to care for yourself and share with those in need. In fact, in both scenarios you would hopefully be able to temporarily ‘start from scratch’ in terms of infrastructure should the frameworks of society around you no longer be reliable. I based mine off suggestions by climate scientist Kendra Pierre-Louis (you can check out her advice on the ‘Unnatural Disasters’ episode of the How To Save A Planet Podcast), but yours might look subtly different depending on who you are, what you can afford/carry, and where you live.

Emergency kit list:

-Big hiking rucksack, to keep everything in

-Sleeping bag

-A small portable tent and camping stove

-A penknife or multi tool

-Matches or a lighter

-Kindling or firestarters - I use wood wool balls held together with wax

-Torch (with up to date batteries!)

-Towels

-Non-perishable or long-life foods, such as protein bars, rice cakes/breadsticks/crackers, dried fruit, bagged nuts/seeds, crisps, tinned soup, pot noodles

-A seedbomb of edible plants (you can get some for slightly excessive prices here in the UK, otherwise they can be made fairly easily by combining clay, straw, paper or flour with the desired seeds)

-Two large water bottles (600-650ml) and a water bladder

-A water purifier (preferably one capable of filtering out both natural pathogens like bacteria and viruses and synthetic pollutants like heavy metals and PFAS)

-A collapsible bucket

-A first aid kit, including plasters, bandages, sterile wipes, hand sanitiser, latex gloves, antiseptic/disinfectant, (K)N95 masks to filter out particulates (whether ash or pathogens), painkillers, antihistamines, rehydration sachets, anti-emetics and anti-diarrhoeals, steroid creams, aloe vera gel, iodine tablets in case of radiation, and any medication you regularly take (including epipens and inhalers if needed)

-A pair of goggles to protect your eyes from air pollution such as smog, wildfire smoke, etc

-Toothpaste tablets and a spare toothbrush

-Period supplies (pack these even if you don’t get periods - someone you run into might need them)

-A solar charger

-A satellite phone

-A mechanical handheld fan, with working batteries, to keep you cool in extreme heat

-A magnetic heat belt for extra warmth

-A change of clothes, including a sun hat, a scarf, woolly hat and gloves for extreme cold, and waterproofs (plus an umbrella!) for wet conditions

-Pliers or secateurs for cutting through dense debris or vegetation

-Some strong, climbing-grade rope

-A trowel (for planting and digging up but also for burying…waste 😅 - a long-term wild camping scenario isn’t infeasible here)

-Your passport and any other documents (marriage certificate, adoption papers, savings bonds if you’re like a hundred years old) that you might need if fleeing your country becomes a necessity

-As much cash as you are comfortable withdrawing/leaving lying around your house/carrying with you in an emergency

-A personal locator beacon is a radio-transmitter that signals your location to emergency services via satellite. These tend to have a 24-hour battery life, so if you foresee being in any way ‘stranded’ for longer then a useful trick is to switch it on for one hour each day, and then turn it off again. This not only saves power but shows emergency services that there is conscious intention involved, proving you’re still alive and lucid

-Some things to keep your spirits up, like a chocolate bar and your favourite/funniest book

-It’s worth having a sturdy pair of hiking boots for if you have to pick up the bag and go

Obviously this list is super extra, a bunch of these things are prohibitively expensive, and some items would need periodic replacement if a long time passed without the necessity of using the emergency kit. You could also likely build a fairly functional emergency kit with only a fraction of these supplies, I’m just trying to anticipate every eventuality here.

It’s up to you whether you think the investment is worth it - it’s a big outlay for a possible zero return. Personally I think it’s at least somewhat worth it as extreme weather is only going to happen more often and have more serious consequences, and preparedness turns what could be a disaster into an inconvenience, often saving money in the long run. But it will depend on the relative likelihood of severe weather events in your local area. It’s also worth saying that these work for ostensibly non-climate related problems, from a power cut in your town to an authoritarian coup in your government to your house falling down! It isn’t just for wildfires or tornadoes.

Over the next few months I’m hoping to slowly build up the aspects of the kit that are affordable and accessible to me, with the aim of being able to keep myself safe and aid my neighbours should disaster strike.

#solarpunk #disaster preparedness #community care #hopepunk #cottagepunk #environmentalism #social justice #climate change #extreme weather #natural disasters #readiness #obvs all of this stuff is pretty intense but I thought it was worth making the list #also like it’s so expensive I acknowledge especially as I’ve tried not to put Amazon links #how to save a planet #Kendra Pierre-Louis #links mostly for reference #these are just suggestions do what you think is best

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This is so cute! Justin posted this little cob mushroom house that is for rent in Portland, Oregon for $600 mo. (Bathroom & kitchen are in the main house.) You can have a pet but it has to get alone with his dog. 

So, it’s a tiny place and you have to use the kitchen & bath in the main house, but it’s so darn cute.

Look at the octopus with the googly eyes. How cute is that? 

Two window seats.

And, a sleeping loft.

Bike parking?

The cob house is behind the main house.

There were so many comments on it! Some said it was too much, one person said he rented a room in Portland for more than $600. Some said the bath in the house would be a hard sell, and some said you could get a camp stove to cook on. I guess it depends on how you look at it.

via fairy witch cottagecore vibes

#cob cottage rental #mushroom cop cottage

[raedear]

Rae your love of Joe is one of my favorite things. So if you have the energy I would love to chinhands and listen to your thoughts on the very specific joy that is Joe in a backwards baseball cap.

Six months in, Nile thought she had a pretty good grip on her new friends. (they weren't quite family yet, not the way her mother and brother had been, and her team in Camp Leatherneck, but close. she could see how they would grow to be family somewhere along the line.) She'd seen Andy through the entire Merrick saga, and watched from the corner of her eye the complicated dance of Joe&Nicky as they individually and then together and then individually again worked out their feelings on the whole thing.

She'd also seen the way they had stretched out the limits of themselves and then back in again to incorporate not only Andy, who had been distraught or resolute depending on what day you caught her, but also Nile herself, who didn't know precisely what emotion she'd been projecting, but had appreciated Joe and Nicky's company nevertheless.

This was something new though. Over the six months she'd spent with Joe and Nicky and Andy, she'd got used to their various routines. Waking up with the dawn to get her coffee and finding Joe at the stove was an aberration that had her snapping to attention before she could catch herself.

'At ease, corporal,' Joe said without looking up from the eggs he was frying. There wasn't an ounce of sarcasm or irony in his voice, which Nile appreciated as her muscles relaxed from shoulder to thigh inch by inch without her say so.

'Good morning?' she tried, slinking around Joe to reach the fridge and the orange juice she could already taste as sneakily as she could. She didn't even know why. It just felt like, with Joe out of place at 6am, she should be sneaking.

'And a bright good morning to you,' Joe said easily, flipping the eggs in his frying pan with one easy flick of his wrist.

'You're up early,' Nile said, once she had her juice in her hand in and a grip on the situation.

'Nicky knows what he did,' said Joe, like that explained anything at all.

Nile sipped at her orange juice, watching Joe, letting each blink speak for itself.

There was nothing particularly out of place for him except the time of day. He was wearing slim cut jeans Nile had seen him wear before, and a warm grey-green sweater she'd seen Nicky wear less than a week ago, and a plain black baseball cap backwards covering his hair. A square inch of curls peeked though the gap between the snaps and the fabric, but otherwise, he was very put together for so early in the morning.

'Sure,' Nile said, when she couldn't continue to sip her juice without tipping into a weird stretch of time to be drinking without speaking. 'What does that have to do with you being awake though?'

'Wait,' said Joe, in lieu of an answer, flicking his wrist and flipping the eggs once more.

'...right,' said Nile, watching him from the corner of her eye as she started setting up the coffee maker for the day.

Whatever Joe wanted her to wait for Nile wasn't sure, but it didn't take too long for Nicky to make an appearance. In fact, she barely noticed him popping up in the doorway until he made a mournful noise.

'Yusuf,' Nicky said from the doorway, drawn out and sad. Nile's attention snapped to him immediately. 'Tesoro, please. I was only--'

'You know what you did,' Joe said evenly, not looking up from where he was methodically chopping chives.

'But I--'

'You know,' said Joe slowly, sprinkling his carefully chopped chives over four plates of eggs and sausages and potato scones, 'what you did.'

'I'm sorry,' said Nicky, looking at Joe with eyes so big and shiny that Nile had the immediate and incomprehensible knee-jerk reaction to bring him a tissue which she ruthlessly shoved down. 'It felt like the best choice in the moment, but I can see how it must have worried you.'

Between Joe taking ten times as long plating breakfast as he ever had before in Nile's notice, and Nicky's martyred expression, Nile was lost for a moment, until she remembered the night before. Nicky had been noticed in his sniper nest and shot out before she and Andy and Joe could reach their positions. Sure, it had been helpful to have the kingpin taken out before they'd reached the field of engagement, but it certainly hadn't been helpful to have Joe croaking Nicky's name in increasing distress over the comms system until Nicky had eventually woken up and answered.

'That's nice,' said Joe, laying a plate in front of Nile. The food looked delicious, which had her reaching for her fork right away, but Joe's voice carried all the chill of winter in it, which gave her pause from digging in. 'You know you deserve this.'

'Tesoro,' murmured Nicky, from arms' reach of Joe, one hand hesitantly reaching out for the curls poking out from his baseball cap. 'Who deserves this? You know how it pains me.'

Joe looked at Nicky, dead in the eyes, seemingly oblivious to the way Nile was shamelessly watching them.

'Of course I do, hayati,' said Joe, stock still as Nicky brushed the very tips of his fingers across the curls peeking from Joe's hat. 'I know everything about you. Which is why you should know this hat is going nowhere for the foreseeable future.'

There was a long moment of silence. Nicky blinked first at Joe, and then at the counter, and then directly at Nile.

'My love is a cruel and unfeeling man,' Nicky said eventually.

Joe scoffed. Nile? Nile laughed until her stomach hurt, her coffee and her breakfast cooling in front of her, two men with a combined almost two thousand years of existence between them, squabbling like children before her.

#i love them so much it hurts sometimes #this is the reality of a hyperfixation #ask me anything my dudes #joenicky #the old guard #kaysanova #immortal husbands

[tblsomedoodles]

The boys' reactions to being stuck in an airport with a canceled flight, specifically on a layover too far to simply drive home from and specifically with each of the aus?

Ooh, let's see!

Adopted Donnie: Most of them are bored, but fairly chill. Except Dee who is cursing up a storm and ranting about how he could build his own plane faster than this is taking.

Adopted Mikey: Mostly just bored (donnie still muttering about building a new plane but not as loudly as Dee would be.) There might be a portal home attempt at some point, depends on the situation i suppose.

Seer Twins: They saw this happening and came prepared. There is a tent now set up in the lobby and their making smores over a camping stove. No one dares to ask them to stop.

Family Web: Try to solve it themselves but at some point Mikey complains to Mama and she (either with her own plane or a portal) comes and picks them up, fussing over them the whole time.

Imaginary Friends: IDK, they're kiddos. THey'd probably just play on the playground until they can get a plane home. (do airports still have mini-playgrounds? Mine had one many years ago, but i haven't been on a plane for many years)

Thank you!

#asks #tmnt #rottmnt #just all the aus

[adminbryantsaki]

Dill and Dill weed.

Zeta! Oboro/Kurogiri x  Omega! reader

Camping trip.

(I do not own My Hero Academia or the characters within. Anything associated with that fandom belongs to Horikoshi Kohei. This story belongs to my 2023 Spice-tober collection. I hope you enjoy. If this story isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee move on. Reader discretion is advised.) (A Zeta is a type of Beta that can switch into either Alpha or Omega at will. They don’t experience a Heat or rut at random like the Alpha and Omega do, but fall into heat or rut depending on the dynamic they have switched into and only when in intercourse.

TW: Reference to being on the run, staying out in the wilderness, being saved from the LOV, sex in a tent, getting stuck. WC: 1,415

The portal opened from your apartment and you pulled your suitcase through. Once on the other side, you took in the fresh air, sunlight streaming down and warming up your body from the cold of the hideout that you and your partner were staying in for a while. The time had come for the two of you to move on, so Kurogiri was able to warp the two of you to a safe place where no one would be able to find you. You looked around the area and it was a well-covered clearing that you explored while Kurogiri set up the tent and a makeshift kitchen from some supplies that the Master sent to the area before the two of you arrived. You smiled and ran back to where Kurogiri was setting up the single burner camp stove on a rickety wooden picnic table. He looked over to you, his expression seeming to soften, and he had you come over and help him prepare for dinner. You chopped up some vegetables with a worried look on your face. Kurogiri noticed and he cupped your cheek, turning your head gently so that you’d look at him. “What’s on your mind, my dear?” He asked as a concerned look in his eyes.

“I’m worried that someone’s going to find us and take me away from you.” You told him. “Whoever they are, if they even managed to find us out here, they would have to get through me. Don’t worry yourself about being found, Master made sure we would be far enough from civilization that no one would ever think to find us out here.” He reassured you and went back to breaking down some meat before placing it into the pan on the stove and letting it cook. Once you chopped up all the vegetables that Kurogiri gave you, you handed them back to him and he placed the vegetables with the meat in the pan and let them all cook together after he added come spices into the pan with all the other ingredients. He added garlic, onion, parsley, and dill to the pan and stirred them in. “Go wander around for I bit. I have dinner covered from here. Don’t go too far and stay in the clearing though, okay?” He told you.

“Okay!” You told him and skipped off to the grassy part of the clearing and ran around for a while and sat in the grass playing with the taller parts of grass and weaving them together. Soon, you could smell the food cooking from where you were playing in the grass and you saw that Oboro had appeared and he called you to come over for dinner. You ran back to the table and showed him the flower crown you made while sitting in the field and he let you put the crown on his head which made you happy. “Did ‘Giri get sleepy?” You asked as Oboro handed you a plate of food. “Yeah, he did. Eat up, don’t want your food to get cold.” He spoke and sat across from you with his own plate of food and he began to eat. You copied him and began to eat.  He watched you eat and finished his own food before sitting back to watch you finish your food. Once you were done, you handed him your empty plate. He took your plate and stood to go do the dishes. “You did a good job on eating. Why don’t you get comfy for bed and I’ll join you in a moment, okay?” He spoke and you left the table to go into the tent to change into your pjs and nest on the small air mattress that was given for you and Oboro to share.

The two of you hadn’t been mates for long. You met in League and hit it off quick. Master allowed you to become his mate and help him through his ruts and heats when he had urges so strong that it distracted him from caring for Tomura. It wasn’t too long after the two of you were mated that Kurogiri and Oboro both wanted to marry you. Without you knowing, he went to the Master and asked for his permission and a way to get a ring for you. Master agreed and gave Kurogiri a ring and he proposed to you. You said yes and the next day the two of you were married by the Master himself. He then let Kurogiri have a week off from caring for Tomura so you and him could have a proper honeymoon. He also had this area that the two of you were in now prepped so you would be safe in your absence from the League. But now, you had just finished nesting and were laying in your nest while you waited for your mate. You looked over when you heard the zipper of the tent open and Oboro came into the tent, zipping up the tent behind him. He climbed into the nest and laid next to you, looking at you for a moment before moving closer and kissing you gently. You kissed him back and he pulled you close, you could smell the scent of rain, clean linen, and rain-soaked dirt. You knew then that he was in his Alpha mode and was slipping into rut. He rolled on top of you and kissed you again, sliding his hands up your shirt and held you to the mattress. “You’re in rut again. I can sense it.” You told him and he smirked.

“I know, why do you think I’m here in the place that I am now?” He asked and kissed you again, making quick work of slipping your pants off and chucking them to a corner of the tent, making fabric frame of the tent jostle with the impact. You blushed hard and looked up at him, his light blue hair floating gently on its own, and his blue eyes piercing straight into yours as he undressed in front of you.  He stood up straight before he lined up his cock with your entrance that was beginning to drip with slick. He looked down and smiled before looking up at you. “You didn’t tell me that you had slipped into heat, darling.” He cooed before teasing your entrance with his tip and sliding the head in, earning a moan that slipped from your lips. He smiled and held onto your hips as he slid his full length into you, groaning in satisfaction until he was fully sheathed within your core. He waited a moment for both of you to adjust as Kurogiri was trying to come forward. “No, I have Y/n tonight. You can have her tomorrow.” Oboro spoke and the smoke of Kurogiri went away into Oboro’s body and he looked back at you.

“Sorry about that, my love. He wanted to have you all to himself. He and I both agree that you look quite lovely tonight~.” He told you and leaned forward to kiss you again before he began to thrust into you, not stopping until he knew that you would be leaving this campsite bearing both his and Kurogiri’s pups.  He sped up his pace and slammed into you, grunting and groaning into his ear as he thrusted deep into you, soon releasing his swollen knot into your womb, bringing you with him through the climax and coming down from your shared high. He didn’t pull out of you yet as he was stuck. He blushed and shifted a little so he could cuddle you close and whisper praises into your ear. You cuddled into his chest and grew cozy enough that you fell asleep. Oboro smiled and kissed your head before he allowed himself to fall asleep as well.

The end.

#bnha #admin writes #mha #bnha omegaverse #bnha oboro shirakumo #bnha oboro #mha oboro shirakumo #mha oboro #oboro shirakumo #bnha kurogiri #mha kurogiri #kurogiri #mha omegaverse

[zarvasace]

4 11 22 23

<3

4 - do you enjoy riddles and puzzles?

Riddles, eh. Puzzles, sometimes! Depends on the kind. I like those grid logic puzzles, and Zelda dungeon ones, since they're meant to be solved and you're usually given the tools you need.

11 - weapon of choice

Bow all the way! Second choice in BotW/totk, spear.

22 - hardest LoZ enemy to fight

I dislike those freakin dividing electric jellyfish things in LttP. OH WAIT worse than them are the floor tiles.

23 - can you cook? Over a campfire?

I like to think I can cook! XD with the right tools I can cook with a fire. I got on a Kickstarter earlier this year for a camp stove and a few pieces of cast iron, they'll be shipped later this month and I am so excited. I do not like camping much but to try out some new toys? Yeah. >:)

#lu ask game #hi paloma :)

[choicesmc]

Questions to save you from boredom, friend: Does your MC likes sweets, candy and dessert? If yes, what kind of?? Maybe an ice cream date with the LI? 😉😌 Or even cake?? 😍

thank you thank you

Fiona -> switches from day to day. Some days he loves sugar and sweets then the next day the most sugar he can handle is dark chocolate. Regardless, he would never mind an ice cream date with Gabe 💖

Rin -> Yes. Sugar is tasty. She doesn't look like it nor will she admit it but lollipops, suckers, jawbreakers are her bread and butter. She keeps some on her. Rin doesn't have an LI.

Rams -> Xe is very much a milk chocolate/white chocolate person. Especially drizzled on something else like pancakes or in s'more form. Xe'd be over the moon to have an icecream date with Shreya and Griffin but honestly would prefer a s'more date (doesn't have to include camping. It could just be at home over gas stove or something.)

Jiahao -> Her tastes lean more sour than sweet. He doesn't mind sugar but just not his cup of tea. Ice cream dates would depend on the weather probably? Like she wouldn't eat ice cream in the smack dab of winter but mid-summer or late spring? Sure! He doesn't have an LI either, at least now. Not sure yet...

#asks answered #jet #rin #rams erndheart #fiona lightwood #thanks for stopping by!!

[nosanime]

Anime Foodies: Basic Cooking Equipment for Camping

This post relates to our Anime Foodies panels on “Laid-Back Camp” and “Laid-Back Camp Season 2”.

The goal of this post is to go over the basic equipment you’ll want to have for cooking while you’re out camping.  This is not meant to tell you all of what you’ll need for camping itself nor is it intended to be entirely exhaustive as to what you’ll need for cooking when camping.

Cooler:

A decent camping cooler is a must for keeping your food chilled throughout any camping trip. 

These days, you can get coolers for under $100 that will keep your food chilled for 72 hours without much trouble.  This is perfect for most weekend camping excursions.  Certain varieties – such as Yeti – can keep things chilled for longer periods, but do come with higher costs as a result. 

The size of your cooler will be dependent on how many folks you’re going camping with, but, for example, a 25 quart cooler has plenty of room for holding all the food you’ll need for two people for a weekend.

To go along with your cooler, do remember that you’ll need something to keep is chilled with.  If you don’t have cold freezer packs, bagged ice from any grocery store/gas station will do just fine.  Do remember that, if you just use ice, you may need to drain the cooler at times and make sure nothing is soaking in water at the bottom of the cooler towards the end of your trip.

Camping Stove:

A camping stove is going to be your go to item for cooking almost everything when you’re out at the campsite. 

These come in a lot of varieties with small, individual stoves in a single piece with a single burner all the way to large varieties that can have four burners.  The standard type – and one we use for all of our camping cooking – is a dual burner stove as you see here.

Coleman is an extremely good brand for cooking stoves in our experience.  We have two which have been in good working order for decades.

To go along with your stove, don’t skimp on your cans of propane.  They are pretty cheap and do last a while, but you’ll be in a world of hurt if you run out of fuel while using your stove.

Portable Grill:

In “Laid-Back Camp” and “Laid-Back Camp Season 2”, Rin has a little grill used on occasion when grilling is needed on site.  If you’re in most campgrounds in the U.S., there is somewhere on site that’ll have grills for you to use.  If you happen to not have access to one of these, however, you’ll want a portable grill. 

There are a ton of portable charcoal grills on the U.S. market with some of them being little varieties that fold up – like Rin’s in the show – to ones as big as standard backyard grills.  Whichever variety you end up with, do remember to be careful where you’re using it so you don’t torch a table or something silly like that.

Dutch Oven/Donabe:

Given that a lot of the dishes made in the Laid-Back Camp franchise are either hotpots or are otherwise designed to serve large amounts of people, a bigger cooking vessel with a tight-fitting lid such as a Dutch oven or donabe are essential. 

Dutch ovens are the easiest option for us stateside as they are basic indoor cooking equipment, suitable to many tasks in the kitchen.  Getting one with insulated handles is always a plus though do keep in mind that cooking over a camping stove can result in heat coming up the sides and onto the handles, so they may get hot regardless.

Donabe are Japanese earthenware pots specifically designed to use over open flames.  They are often used for nabe, but are useful for about everything a Dutch oven is though often having a slightly smaller internal volume for similarly sized pieces.  These are great if you’re looking for a more authentic experience and are willing to shell out the higher price that’ll be required for one.

Skillet/Sauté Pan:

A good skillet is a constant companion when cooking as it’s great for camping classics like grilled cheese, but also some specific recipes seen in the Laid-Back Camp franchise (such as the stellar Grilled Steamed Buns from the show’s first season).

If you’ll be making food for one or two, a six or eight inch variety is probably sufficient, but a ten inch pan or bigger will definitely be needed for some of the recipes designed for larger groups of people. 

Saucepan:

A saucepan is invaluable if you’ll be doing anything Japanese while out cooking as it’s the easiest device with which to make rice with.  It’s also just a general camping standard for making individual or smaller serving sizes for soups and other cold weather staples. 

A larger-sized one with an insulated handle is best for the sake of convenience if you have the room, but you can get away with smaller ones if it’ll just for one or two people.  Also make sure you always get one with a tight-fitting lid.

Knife:

For a knife while out camping, we’d recommend something multi-purpose such as a sturdy hunting or camping knife which can both cut food as necessary, but also do other tasks you might come across while out camping.  Certain styles are also convenient in that they fold away for easy storage and access when outdoors.

If all else fails, however, any properly sharp kitchen knife will do the trick on most of the recipes from this franchise.

Cutting Board:

With the need for a knife comes the need for a cutting board.  There are two styles best suited to camping.  The first and better of the two are thin ones that are stiff and have some manner of sticking surface on the bottom which can slip into crevices for easy packing while also taking up minimal room.  The second are the extremely ones that are flexible and can roll up.  These can save even more room though they lack the convenient bottom surface to keep the cutting board from moving around when in use. 

Measuring Cups/Spoons:

If you’ll be making anything that requires any manner of finesse, a basic set of measuring cups/spoons will be great.  There are collapsible versions you can get these days that are wonderful for camping as they take up significantly less room than standard models.

Cooking/Eating Utensils:

A set of basic cooking utensils will be essential to making most dishes while out camping.  What you should look to have are things like a spatula, tongs, ladle, and some kind of large cooking spoon or paddle to use for most of your stirring in a pot or pan.

A set of your standard eating utensils – spoon, fork, and knife – should get you through almost any camping meal.  Taking plastic silverware camping is a really great way to both minimize cleaning, but also use any excess plastic cutlery lying around from takeout and such.

Paper Plates/Bowls/Cups:

This is more a matter of preference, but if you’d like to save yourself on some dishes, you can never go wrong with a sizeable stack of sturdy paper plates, bowls, and cups as needed. 

If you’re worried about the potential for creating additional waste, we’d recommend doing what we do and save your leftover paper products to use as kindling for the next day’s fire.  Keep in mind that you’ll never want to leave trash out that’ll attract wild animals, so you’d need to find a place to store things like this.

Plenty of Water:

You’ll never be guaranteed to have access to potable water when out camping, even if it’s a properly built-up site in close proximity to civilization.  As a result, you want to always bring a large amount of basic filtered water to use for cooking.  One to five gallon containers of water are available at most grocery or convenient stores for relatively little cost.  What’s nice is these can be kept and filled with non-potable water when it’s time to squelch the campfire before bed.

If you’ll be making Japanese-style rice, remember that it requires a lot of rinsing, so you’re looking at nearly a gallon of water needed for that alone (somewhat dependent on the batch you’ve acquired, but it’ll be quite a lot).

#anime #anime food #food #yuru camp #yurucamp #laid back camp #laid back camp season 2 #camping #camping food #nos anime #anime foodies #laid back camp the movie

[googoobabajogwick]

Hot Knife Chpt 5

description: the two of you pack and head out, only for you two to argue some more and receive bad news.

triggers: talks of sexual assault 

word count: 4.2k

mini authors note: reader gets her own conflict, though i’m stealing some stuff from the actual forth movie this takes place like the week before the forth one starts. next chapter may be awhile as one chapter has become three extra so... also no more photo I hate it lol

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Hot Knife Chapter Five: Patience.

It was now morning and you and John had awoken quite early to get a head start on the day. 

“This is your last chance, once we leave here you will be a target.” John said from the corner of your room, back in his suit. 

You were packing your bag, hiding weapons and getting ready for a war. You shoved a first aid kit in the bag along with a ton of bullets and an extra change of clothes. It was like packing for a hunting trip and you didn't forget to shove a few protein bars in there, you had a feeling there would be times where food would not be available. 

John walked up to you and pulled the marker out of his pocket. You were about to ask him what he was doing when he pricked his finger and gave his blood print. The marker was complete. He stared at it for a moment, closed it and handed it to you. You stared at him in shock. 

“You can back out at any time.”

Your hand brushed against his as you grabbed it from him. Your face heated up and you pulled back, as if you had touched a hot stove. John watched you throw it on your bed before getting right back to your task. He didn’t miss your flustered expression as you wouldn’t make eye contact with him. 

“Uh, thanks but I’ve made up my mind plus that's nothing but a bad memory for me. Now, what was I looking for… Oh yeah!” You ran over to your closest and dug through all the clothes and you pulled out a huge hunting knife. “Can’t forget her!” 

You were still as cute as he remembered. He felt guilty couldn’t help but admire you as you did your thing. John couldn’t lie, he felt a huge weight off his shoulders knowing you were helping him. The amount of times he’d wake up to your gorgeous face dragging him out of a car or off the street somewhere while he was bleeding to death. You were the only one he trusted with his life because you had shown you would go to extreme lengths to protect him just like he would for you.

It helped that you were a Doctor as well. Although he would prefer not to get shot or even hurt, it was unavoidable. You gave him that extra bit of comfort. Even if you hated him, the medic in you wouldn’t let him die. He didn’t know anyone as useful and dependable than you even as he watched you stare fondly at a knife he assumed you wished to stab him with. 

John couldn’t believe you still had that. He remembered you telling him that your father had gotten it for you as your first high quality hunting knife. As much as he traumatized you and led you down the path of murder and violence you loved that knife. Hunting was in your blood, your father made sure of it. It came in handy, your ability to track and sit patiently for hours. 

Not that you preferred to do that, you liked being spontaneous and a little bit twisted. Chasing them like a predator and they were the prey. The two of you had only ever had one contract together that involved camping out in the woods and by the end of that trip he knew he’d never want to be on your bad side and caught in the forest with you. 

God forbid if you had a rifle. He’d never seen such accuracy and precision. The hit that day had gone running off into the woods. John had thought they lost him after searching so long for the man but without a minute to spare you grabbed the hunting rifle from him and climbed into a tree. Within seconds he heard the gunfire and a triumphed laugh from you. 

Two. Hundred. Fifty. Yards. Away. With the sun going down. You hopped out of the tree and swung your arms around him and cheered. As fucked up as it was he smirked at the memory. Always such a show off you were. He’d never felt closer to you than he did after that trip. It was like he’d seen a side of you that no one ever had before, and it was true. Nobody else would ever see that side of you but him. 

You showed him how to skin a buck with that knife, while also giving him some unsolicited advice on how to skin a human as well. The woods would always be your home and John agreed that he probably would’ve done well living in that kind of solitary but, as he had to keep reminding himself, that was years ago. He’d missed his chance.

John was brought back to you using your fingers to snap in front of his face. Your knife was now where it’s always belonged, on your hip. Along with a pistol and multiple clips. The backpack was filled and on your back with a hunting rifle hanging from your shoulder. You never wore suits. The Director frowned upon it back in the days but you liked black combat pants, a large black tee with a bullet proof vest hidden underneath and a simple black belt. Oh and steel toe combat boots they came in handy if you had to stomp or break some bones. 

This was just due to how you grew up. Being poor, fancy clothes were a no, hunting attire was all you ever wore. Though you gave up the camouflage as soon as you could you kept the same style and hated anything that was high class. Jardani had told you that you only needed to find the right suit to fall in love but you never believed him. The day you wore one of those suits would be the day you’d ask him to put a bullet in your skull! 

They were uncomfortable to fight in and frankly you never understood it. It’s not even that you wanted to wear a dress, as that would be worse, they just seemed impractical. Yet John had made it this long. Perhaps they weren’t that unsuitable for the job. You grew up hating a lot of things thanks to your father and you never lost that but you can always admit when you're wrong… Sometimes at least.��

“Hello, Earth to John Wick!” You waved your hand in front of his face, “Take a picture, it will last longer.” 

“I wasn’t checking you out, it’s just-“ He was flustered this time and paused to find his words, “Been awhile since I’ve seen you like this.”

“Yeah well it’s been awhile since you’ve actually seen me. We should probably get going.” You snapped. 

John just shut his mouth, it seemed like the smartest thing to do. The two of you made your way to your car outside. You explained to him that Algo, your daughters and the women who volunteered to help would be moving to a second location and setting up. No matter what, the actual facility of INM needed to stay hidden. The two of you would leave and you would contact them. 

You went over everything, just one more time. You’d never prepared for something this big as it was unheard of. John Wick should be dead, in fact, he should’ve been executed on the spot the minute he shot D’Antonio. Yet here he was. Everything seemed so familiar yet so foreign at the same time. He grabbed your bag and threw it into the back seat of the car, shutting the door before meeting you at the trunk. 

You were about to say something when you heard two pairs of feet running your way. As you were facing Jardani you couldn’t see what was coming up behind you. Your eyebrow couldn’t even raise in question as you were thrown forward into your ex’s arm’s as without a second thought he caught you. Then two pairs of arms wrapped around you and pulled you back up. 

The fast pace of events left your head reeling meaning you had not even a second to acknowledge how warm he felt. Had it not been for the fact you birthed your girls and had every one of their sounds and touches memorized, you’d knock them on their asses. Instead you exited their hold in one flawless motion. You stared at them with wide eyes.

“Christ Darya! Kat!” 

“You were gonna leave without saying bye!!” Kat yelled at you. 

“It took one man to make you forget about your daughters, who are you even?” Darya rolled her eyes but you could tell she was joking.

“Hey! I was going to come back in and give a proper goodbye. I could never leave you two without a goodbye and an I love you!” You grabbed your daughters and started to pepper kisses on their faces.

Kat tried to push you away, protesting but Darya didn’t seem to mind that much. The longer haired girl gagged and you just laughed, calling her out. She was the one who came out yelling you didn’t say goodbye! Rya still held onto you and gnawed on her lip. She was always more clingy than her sister. You turned to her.

“I will be okay Darya. I will come back to you, my little flax. I’ll always come back to you. You too, my beautiful sunflower.” She hugged you tighter at the nickname as her sister nodded. 

After a few more seconds she pulled away and allowed you to say goodbye to her sister. Kat was looking at her father and there was something in her eye you just couldn’t read. Though her father’s reciprocating gaze was intense she refused to look away. She pulled you into a bone crushing hug and continued to stare at her father. 

“You better protect her and bring her back, or I will find you in the afterlife and make this seem like a dream.” She sneered and you laughed but scoffed.

“You think I need a man to protect me?” 

“I promise you two I will. And I look forward to getting to know you two when this is all over.” John said as he nodded at his daughter. 

You gave your daughters one last tight hug and then moved to get into your car. Right before you left, Algo ran out and handed both of you ear pieces and tracker phones that she modded so no one but her could track you two. The only contacts in the phone were hers, John’s phone and yours. You frowned that Tatyana and Darya weren’t in there but she promised they could speak to you through hers. All of you began to tear up.

John cleared his throat, apologizing before telling you that you needed to go. The Bowery King was waiting. You peeled away from your companions when Algo walked up to John and grabbed him by his tie. She stared right in his eyes and flicked him right in the nose. He winced and your girls started laughing.

“You’ve already heard it before but I’ll say it again. Anything and I mean anything happens to that woman, I will personally see it through that you are tortured and killed.” She growled at him.

“Damn A!” Kat cheered her on but you rolled your eyes.

“You guys are acting like I didn’t grow up with him! I can take care of myself.” You were starting to get a bit insulted even though they were just worried. 

Algo gave him one last flick, this time in the forehead, and let him go. She grabbed your girls and walked them back inside. It was now just you and John. He rubbed the spot on his head where she flicked him the second time. That actually hurt. He knew he deserved it though. The chances of you coming out of this completely unscathed were very low but he would try his hardest to protect you. 

The two of you got into the car which started the hour long drive to the city. You were driving and drumming your fingers to the song on the radio. The whole situation was awkward. Literally a day earlier the thought of sitting in a car with your ex would make you scoff. No way in hell but yet, here you were. The two of you not saying a word as you drove. 

You knew John would suffer in silence; he'd never be the first to break the awkward tension, he’d rather just sit in it. He had a hard time finding the right words and right now he felt as if he was standing on a frozen river. That one wrong step, or words in this case would send him plummeting into the cold water. As always, it was you who cut the silence.

“So, this Marquis.. Do you know much about him?” You’d never heard of the man.

“Not much. He runs the French version of The Continental. He’s the main guy I have to kill.” John watched the trees you guys passed. 

“Hmm. And this thing… This out Winston gave you, it’s a duel?” 

“Something like that.” 

You almost wanted to beat him with how dry his answers were. He was dragging you into a war and ‘something like that’ was all he could say? You shook your head and rolled your eyes causing him to turn and look at you. John could tell you were mad.

“What?”

“What? Are you kidding me? You’re dragging me into this mess and that’s all you say?” You yelled at him.

“I gave you an out.” Was all he said.

At that you slammed in the breaks, his hand coming out to steady himself on the dashboard. He glared at you. Thirty more minutes and you wouldn’t be trapped in this car together anymore. He couldn’t even question you as you began to shout at him. All he could think was how he wished you weren’t just stopped in the middle of the road. Someone could snipe him or jump you two. 

This was completely different from how he was acting back at INM. Perhaps it was because he was outnumbered there but if that was the case, what a piece of shit. Did he seriously wait for you to be alone to act like a little boy? What you didn’t know was that his mind was already racing. Now that you were almost there it was real. So much was happening.

Seeing you, it was bringing back old feelings. They were always there but hidden deep away. The chance of you dying with him there to witness it was real and could happen at any second now. John wanted to break something. Why was he like this? Why did he act without thinking of the consequences? He would protect you but he had to distance himself, for now at least. 

“Oh you fucking asshole! I should kick you out of this fucking car right now!” You were fuming, “I’m doing you a fucking favor, one you don’t deserve but I decided to do out of kindness of my heart. The heart which you ripped out and stomped on right in front of my face.” 

John fought the urge to hide his face in his hands again. God you were frustrating. Only you could ever make him feel like a teenage boy again, only you could make him feel so defensive.

“You were the one to leave. Not me.” He shook his head in disbelief. 

The conversation was bound to come up, he just hoped not now. There was too much on his mind. He’ll forever be thankful that you’re helping him even when he returned the marker. Honestly he didn’t know what he expected though this was very typical of you. His eyes moved back and forth as he kept looking around, searching for danger. You noticed and started driving again but you weren’t done.

“Honestly John fuck you. I meant nothing to you, you’ve made that very clear considering you got yourself excommunicato over a woman you knew for only a quarter of how long our relationship was.” It was a low blow, you knew it but you didn’t expect his reaction.

“Enough. I don’t want to hear you speak of her. Of all people in this situation she doesn’t deserve your immature attacks. You meant nothing to me? You gave me two days to decide if I wanted to completely change my life and you blew up my car.” John was fed up. 

You felt guilt creep into your chest. He was right, you did try to make it quite clear you never wanted to hear from him. Also the low blows at his dead wife were childish, she didn’t do anything. Had you been completely over it and changed you’d apologize but you couldn’t. 

“Yeah and now, even without a marker, I’m leaving my daughters to be potentially killed for absolutely fucking nothing. So your little insinuation that I didn’t care is worthless.” 

“Our daughters.” 

“They don’t even want anything to do with you.” You kept your eyes on the road although you could feel the tears well up in your eyes. 

“And whose fault is that?” 

Your breathing hitched as you gripped onto the wheel tighter. John turned to look out the window. The two of you drove the rest of the way in silence. You both were too stubborn to talk about anything else or be the first one to break the silence this time. Your hand reached out and you turned the radio up louder.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You yelled and almost broke the radio changing the station when you realized it was your old guy’s song. 

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“Ho—ly fucking shit. Jonathan tell me, how did you convince the Mad Doctor to join us?” The King’s shock was faked but you chose to ignore it. 

The relief you felt from not being stuck in a car with John was wiped away in an instant. Your arms wrapped around you. You felt self conscious. Maybe twenty years ago you would have loved the attention but not anymore. You moved away from John and this didn’t go unnoticed by The Bowery King. He let out a deep chuckle.

“Don’t tell me, relationship problems already?” 

“Shut up. Thanks for ratting me out by the way.” It was immature but you didn’t care. 

He just laughed again and continued on.. You tuned it out though to look around. So, this is where he had been training. There were weights, mats, punching posts and bags everywhere. Some with blood on it. John must've been training hard. Although there was so much equipment it felt so desolate. Had he really been here all alone all these months? It was hard for you to believe that he was healed. 

Falling off a hotel roof and surviving was almost unheard of, but to be back and up, fighting hundreds of skilled assassins, it worried you. Mentally you hit yourself, who gives a fuck? Oh right, you did because if he died you'd be murdered for up and leaving the underground world and helping someone who was excommunicado. His life was your life once again; Twenty years ago you would've loved it. You grimaced until the King took you out of your thoughts. 

“YN, The Marquis has a right hand man. His name is Hugo. Read up on him, you were always good with remembering information and recognizing patterns if my knowledge is correct?” The King handed you a folder full of pictures and information.

You nodded as you took it from him. Your eyes began to scan over the pages. Hugo was an attractive older, but younger than you man. With bright blue eyes and long brown hair he wore up in a bun. He was clean shaven and had a scar on his right cheek. Your head tilted as something looked oddly familiar with the guy. You couldn’t put your finger on it and choose to ignore it. He did most of his business here in the US and ran The Marquises arms dealer scheme in upstate New York.

The Marquis had given him his own little militia of men to help. They were all trained skilled fighters. You could only hope that you still had it in you to fight them. Gone were the days of your glory and youth but if John could get this far you knew you could too, though doubt was still in your mind. You were too busy reading Hugo’s file, you hadn't even noticed that the meeting was over and that The Bowery King and John spoke in a hushed manner. 

John walked up and grabbed your shoulder causing you to jump. He apologized before leading you out of the room to somewhere more private. No more time for relationship arguments; it was time for the two of you to discuss your plan. You turned towards him as you heard the door click shut and his eyes almost seemed to be soft. Like he was sympathetic.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You questioned.

The man took a breath.

“Do you remember Vladimir?” He was being cautious.

“Of course I remember him. He made damn sure I’d never forget.” Your blood almost boiled at the fact John would ever think you could forget your rapist and captor. 

“Hugo is his cousin.” You felt the blood drain from your face. 

“But how? Vladimir was Russian.. Hugo is French?” 

Though it was possible, your brain couldn’t make sense of it as you still had a hard time thinking about your capture. 

“They were cousins and Hugo was one of the boys that…” tortured you, raped you, he didn’t need to finish. 

You sat down on the bed feeling numb. You had known it was more than one but Vladimir was the worst and the only one you had a name to a face. It was so long ago but a trauma like that, it felt just like yesterday. Your hand came up to trace the scar along your shoulder. John immediately went on to tell you he had no clue. Had he known, he would have never put you through this. 

Jardani was with you, through all the healing and all the struggles and he never wanted to see you like that again. He had killed the boy himself. If this was going to set you back even more he’d rather take his chances alone. Although you hated him, you believed him. You knew he’d never put you through this, he knew more than anybody how dark of a time it was for you. 

To stop the screaming when you’d have nightmares and sit on the toilet outside the shower while you washed because you trusted him to guard you. Nobody has ever made you feel more safe than he had and you were having a really hard time not reverting back into your habits of wanting his protection. You knew you could protect yourself as you had multiple times in the past but sometimes it was nice to depend on someone… 

But this someone was your ex, the second worst thing you ever experienced. Yeah, even topping third place, your father being a serial killer and parents dying. The break up was rough, John would agree. He didn’t want to hurt you or bring up bad memories. In fact he didn’t  know what he wanted out of coming to you, well you agreeing to help was ideal, he would’ve even appreciated good advice. You always knew what to do. 

It’s why he kept asking you to just talk to him, then you came out with a confession that you birthed his children. In a moment of anger that he now regrets, he did want to make you help him. He wanted to scream in frustration just like he had right before he went to Paris to kill Gianna. Stupid, desperate past decisions made him do something that would come back to bite him in the ass. You wouldn’t change your mind about helping him anymore. Plus it was too late anyways. Marker’s really like to fuck John over. Before he could stop himself he reached out and grabbed your hand to stop you from touching the scar.

The act was too intimate for you. That was something he used to do when you were together, when you loved one another. You gasped. His hand was warm around your wrist and it made you want to cry, you almost wanted to give in and fall into his arms. The younger you missed the safety you used to feel and desperately craved it again but instead you ripped his hand away.

“I’m no longer that weak little girl and I don’t need you to comfort me, I’ve done just fine comforting myself.” You snapped. 

You hated to insult your younger self. She wasn’t weak, she was hurting. John just watched you with worry in his eyes and you couldn’t take it. First he breaks your heart, brings you your marker, tells you nevermind -- that he takes it back, then he acts like an asshole in the car and now? Now he worries about you? You let out an aggravated yell and pushed past him. The tears started to fall the minute you were in the safety of the bathroom. 

What the fuck had you gotten yourself into?

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[alexabadigear]

How to Choose a Camping Stove: The Best Camping Stove

You should ask these questions since the finest camping stove depends on your unique needs. A good piece of advice is to list the sorts of excursions you’ve taken in the past, what you want to do in the future, and what you anticipate consuming. Then, while selecting your new outdoor stove, keep this list in mind. In this article, we are talking about How to Choose a Camping Stove?

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[astraebled]

HEADCANON.

THE TRIALS OF CRIME SORCIÈRE - AFTERMATH. - - - - This headcanon is HEAVILY DEPENDANT on @sensoriella's post-pardon canon divergence ; you can find the post HERE.

After the members of Crime Sorcière were granted a conditional pardon, and the guild was dissolved - Jellal started the mandatory Reintegration Program he and his partners had to undergo to eventually rejoin society as free individuals.

Jellal's probationary period was spent under the watchful eye of Neuvillette, an ex-judge for the Magic Council who chose the life of a mage after retiring. Neuvillette being a member of Lamia Scale, Jellal had to move to Margaret Town for the following months.

NOTE : Neuvillette and Jellal had crossed paths a few times before. Many of those when "Siegrain" was a council member - but the last was at Jellal's own trial, in X784, at which the former was the judge.

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- - - - - - - 01. JELLAL'S FIRST APARTMENT

Jellal finds himself a place to live. Simply put - he doesn't have a choice. His first instinct had been to set camp on the outskirts of town - as he had always done during the last decade. Very quickly, however, he'd been told that no, that simply would NOT do ( and for very logical reasons at that ) - and thus he had to settle in a room at Viper Inn and start the hunt for what would become his new "home".

When Jellal moved in, it was into a very small place - a studio apartment, 150 square ft, with a singular window - one of the cheapest option ( a window being the only thing he'd insisted upon ). It was small, yes, but he'd been living in a tent for so long, it almost felt too large to him.

Especially with the lack of furniture in his possession. In fact, when he moved in, it was with his sleeping bag and three cardboard boxes stocked neatly into a pile - ( one being full of trial-related paperwork, of an absurd amount he hadn't seen since his Council days ). Shortly after, he brought in a portable stove, to simulate the heat & familiarity of the campfire that his aching heart was missing.

( he felt a bit silly, knew he was being silly - but he was homesick. not for a place, but for the starry night sky, the sound of the woods, the bright light of the flames, and for the yells, grunts & laughter of people he hadn't expected to miss so damn much. ) ( This apartment was small, yet it was too large. Too cold. Too empty in a way that could never be filled. ) ( He felt like a stranger, an outsider, out of place. )

On his wall, just above his sleeping bag - a splash of color against the lifeless white paint - he hung three pictures ; two of his guildmates, and one of his oldest friend.

. . . And then, Mary happened.

#tbt.

[prep4tomoro]

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Steam Pit Cooking: Wrap food in large leaves, as when ash cooking. Dig a pit in the ground a foot to two feet deep. Line the bottom of it with hot coals. Place the food on top of the coals and then cover it with the earth you dug up. Allow it to sit for at least a couple of hours (even small food will take a while to cook this way). Then dig it up, and dig in!

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Clay Cooking: Wrap food in large leaves, as when ash cooking. Dig far enough into the ground and you'll, usually, find clay. Make sure that the area you dig wasn't once the place of toxic chemicals. Pack the clay around the food, in an even layer, to promote even cooking. Lay the clay-covered package over hot coals and allow it to cook. The time of cooking will depend on not only the size of the food being cooked, but also the thickness of the clay.

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[testormblog]

Dirty and Poor

I had little to amuse my inquisitive mind, a few homemade, wooden toys and the hammer I’d confiscated from Dad. Some children like to bang pots and pans; I loved to bang the hammer, mostly on the nails popping up from the old house’s floorboards. The noise let Mother know where I was playing. At first, I bruised my small fingers. With practice, my aim with the hammer became proficient unlike Dad’s.

There weren’t other children to play with. The yard dog, Woolie, black with curly fur, kept me company instead. The dog was so large that I could sit on its back. Together, we observed the comings and goings in our surroundings, in particular the trains passing the house. The rail motor travelled back and forth from Bethania to Beaudesert twice daily. Steam engines hauled regular goods trains. The most exciting, noisy and smelly were the long cattle and horse trains, headed with two steam engines, going to the abattoir. I’d tell my dog everything. He always seemed interested until one day, Woolie became bored and wandered off. The dog was likely bitten by a snake. Time moved slowly with the same daily routine. Except one day, I heard a steam engine’s brakes.

I excitedly watched it stop on the line beside my house. Whilst I wasn’t allowed outside to investigate the unusual event, this was the best day in my life to date! Men offloaded wooden planks from the train’s freight wagons. This second hand timber had come from Camp Cable, the wartime American Army camp, several miles up the line, near Logan Village. Life became interesting. My family were building a house nearby and closer to Bethania Railway Station. My great uncle had transferred to my father a patch of land considered too small for dairy cows or commercial cropping. This triangle of land had been part of the farm established by my forebears before the railway line and the road had separated it. The military had occupied the land and its surrounds with a transit camp. Bethania had been the intersection point for trains transporting troops to the Canungra Jungle Training Camp and Camp Cable.

Pop, an uncle and a neighbour built the cottage where the military’s tents and mess huts had been. Dad wasn’t skilled in carpentry. The simple home had one bedroom, a sitting room, a kitchen, a front veranda and a bathroom with an open wash house and a thunderbox outside. I slept in a cot tucked behind the bedroom cupboard.

As it was in a rural area, the cottage received no rubbish collection, sewerage or water supply services. Rubbish and effluent weren’t an issue. These were buried when Dad showed the inclination. Maintaining sufficient water in the two small tanks for household use and the vegetable garden was an issue. We were dependent on rainfall. Even then, the high tank had to be over half full for enough water pressure to exist for the bathroom and kitchen taps to flow. Mostly, water was dispensed by bucket. I was bathed once a week, and only if I looked sufficiently dirty, in no more than an inch of water in the bath tub. As I didn’t own a toy boat, I didn’t mind.

The cottage did have electricity for lights and three power points for the fridge and sewing machine in the kitchen and the small radio in the sitting room. Dad installed the power pole near the cottage. He purchased a milled log from the sawmiller. Then, he and his mates met, because that was the only labour available, to dig by shovel a large hole in which to stand the pole. At one metre deep, the men hit hard rock. Whilst they didn’t think the hole to be deep enough, they still positioned and raised the pole. For years after, Dad prayed the pole wouldn’t topple on the house in vicious wind. It held until the electricity company replaced it.

A wood stove sat in the kitchen. Finding wood was a chore and a cost most families struggled with. My father fed the stove with used railway sleepers his maintenance gang shared amongst themselves.

Outside, Dad constructed a fowl house from old tanks, sleepers and wire and dug a garden to support the family with eggs, meat and vegetables.

The primitive house met my biggest wish. The rail track ran along the backyard’s fence line! I loved waving at the passengers and guards. Sometimes, I watched Dad banging the spikes along the track.

I was far happier outside, away from Mother’s sight. In addition to the ambience her temperament created, inside the cottage was a horrid place to be. Mother hated housework. We lived in the continual squalor of dirty dishes, clothes, floors and fireplace. The beds weren’t made. The ‘night water’ wasn’t always taken outside early in the morning.

Mother presented a different face outside the cottage however. She was immaculately dressed as a walking advertisement for her dressmaking skills. She was a seamstress and a busy one. Initially, she received her clients in the sitting room but soon a small room was added to the veranda to keep clients away from the squalor. At one point, she started a dressmaking shop with a friend in Beenleigh. Their venture failed quickly as neither understood how to manage a business’ finances.

Money regularly created tension between my parents. There was father’s, mother’s and the housekeeping. Dad handed over the agreed housekeeping from his wage to pay the bills. There never seemed to be enough though. Appliances had been purchased on high interest hire purchase plans. Whatever Mother earnt from sewing appeared to be hers to spend how she wished, usually on more clothes for herself. Dad wasted what remained of his wage on race horses and alcohol. Their financial struggle was a circular form of hell that they couldn’t escape from, precipitated by their inability to work together. Whilst they didn’t physically abuse each other, verbally they did.

#dirty and poor #poverty #Bethania #circular form of hell #financial struggle

[docholligay]

OKay, I’ve been sitting around trying come up with this, which is: Stovetop dessert that doesn’t need to be refrigerated after. Not a super easy brief!

But I thought, okay so what do I do when I’m camping, when I can sometimes keep things cold before I make them but certainly not after, really?

DId you know you can make chocolate chip cookies on the stovetop? You can! You take the skillet, and set it over a low heat, and cover it with tin foil for like...15 minutes? 20? It’s dependent on your recipe, of course, and stove, and I wouldn’t recommend it for my WInston cookie recipe because they’re so huge and thick, but it CAN work.

Fudge was my second thought, but BOLD OF ME TO ASSUME you have a thermometer capable of doing candy when you don’t have a fucking fridge. There have been times this has been true for me though, because I bought a candy thermometer at goodwill. So if this is ALSO you, let me know and I’ll give you my recipe for fudge that is what I personally use, that if you are a human being in the audience who has been sent fudge from me, is the recipe.

But then I thought...what about cheater fudge??

Cheater fudge makes it sound like a mean it unkindly and I absolutely do not: Making fudge the traditional way is a huge pain in the fucking ass. ASK ME HOW I KNOW (if I have sent you fudge, I love you)

Do I think this is as good as traditional fudge? Well, no. The texture is a bit off and it’s a bit oversweet. But is it a far fucking cry from any fudge you buy in the store? YES. Is it something easy that lasts for like a week and a half out of the fridge using ingredients where only butter is perishable? YES. Is it the kind of recipe you can experiment with and find simply joy in? YES.   Is it much more foolproof so you don’t end up with a crystalized mess? YES. So like, all things in balance.

Also make like an intelligence offer and don’t offer up anything but the question directly asked! “Is this homemade?” “Yes!” that’s all.

Cheater Fudge

3 cups sugar

¾ cup butter

⅔ cup evaporated milk

12 oz chocolate--I think this turns out better with dark or even bittersweet, but your mileage may vary!

7 oz jar marshmallow creme (I have to check it for no gelatin, but a fiar amount of them don’t have gelatin)

1 teaspoon vanilla

anything you want to add: nuts, coconut, orange zest, you can even swirl this with caramel if you want to get crazy, toffee bits, etc.

1. get an 8 inch or 9 inch square pan (I guess it doesn’t have to be square) and line it with parchment paper so the fudge’ll come out.

2. In a saucepan, mix the sugar, butter and milk and stir it on low-medium until the sugar is all dissolved and the butter melted.

3. Boil it for a few minutes, stirring frequently.

4. Remove it from the heat and stir in your chocolate until it’s totally melted. Add your marshmallow cream and vanilla, along with anything you want to add (If you’re swirling caramel, I would wait till it’s in the final pan)

5. Put it in the parchment lined pan and let cool completely.

You can also experiment with adding to or replacing the vanilla with orange extract, coconut, etc.

#Holligay loves food