#we're mining salt here today

[hedgehog-moss]

9am: Pirlouit & I are waiting for the farrier; it's Hoof Day! The farrier always tends to run late so I have a thermos of tea and a breakfast pastry to eat as we wait. Pirlouit has been offered some hay and has refused to eat it because he's sulking because it's hoof day.

Isn't it nice to get a pedicure, Pirou?

9:10am: The farrier is late and Pirlouit is worried, wondering what we're waiting for here on the road. Maybe he has been sold? to a sadistic new owner? who's going to shove him into a crate and send him to the salt mines like the donkeys in Pinocchio? Plus, he's more stressed than usual today because one of his hooves hurts (hence the farrier appointment), he's been limping for a few days and he doesn't know what the farrier will do to the hurt hoof. I told him there's only a 30% chance that he'll amputate it.

9:15am: Pirlouit's family is here to support him though! Or, in the case of Pampérigouste, here to puzzle out a vexing mystery.

9:17am: The llamas have grown bored of standing there in support and have started eating the brambles near the gate (supportively). Very good initiative, I approve. Also I thought Poldine was trying to eat the brambles outside the gate (greener on the other side and all that) but no, she was trying to fit her head through the bars for a little kiss </3

9:20am: Even Merricat is being supportive. (Well, she's waiting for me to go home so she can finally take her first morning nap in my lap.) Also Pirlouit has found some grass under the leaves and temporarily forgot all of his worries.

9:22am: Poldine is determined to kiss this cat.

9:24am: The farrier is here! As always he starts doing Pirlouit's hooves right there in the middle of the road, and if a car shows up well, "they can wait a few minutes... On n'est pas aux pièces" (this is a phrase for "there's no rush" that I've never heard anyone but my grandma use, it's nice to hear it again!) There aren't any cars anyway.

9:27am: Pirlouit's hurt hoof has been diagnosed: he has an abscess. Since this autumn has been relentlessly rainy I thought perhaps it was a fungal infection—but the farrier told me he's been treating a lot of abscesses lately, as the very wet weather softens hooves which allows bacteria to enter.

9:30am: The abscess was successfully drained and Pirlouit is now wearing a fashionable hoof bandage. He was very calm and brave throughout <3

9:35am: The farrier left his car by the side of the road, and after releasing Pirlouit we crossed the pasture to go home have a cup of coffee.

9:45am: The farrier is gone; end of the post :)

10am: Pampe is gone, too.

Well, she probably left around 10am but I didn't immediately find out as I had more pressing problems. After the farrier left I went to get a small apple to reward Pirlouit, and when I returned to the pasture and he came over for his treat, I realised he was limping. But on the other side. We've just treated his right front hoof, and he is now holding up the left front hoof...

9:57am: After giving Pirlouit his apple I go home in a hurry to call the farrier and ask him to come back. But there's almost no mobile service around here and I can't reach him. This is so frustrating, he can't be very far... On a hunch I call a horse farm not far from here, maybe it's hoof day for their horses as well?

10am: It's not, they have no farrier appointment today, but when I explain my predicament the woman on the phone goes "if it's just to drain an abscess I can send you a guy who'll do it, no worries!" Every time I've had someone from this farm on the phone to ask something or other, they've offered to Send Me A Guy. It's never the same guy too, they have an endless supply of guys.

10:05am: Having accepted gratefully, I return to the pasture to catch poor Pirlouit again, who thought I was done bothering him for today. As I wait for The Guy, I find a spot with some unexpected mobile service and start googling hoof hardeners, because maybe if Pirou's prone to abscesses it's worth having something in prevention for wet months?

10:15am: I receive a text from the guy.

"Is it normal that your llama is on the road with a dog? They are going to [village]."

10:16am: I reply to the guy.

"It's neither normal nor abnormal."

10:17am: I tie Pirlouit to a tree and run back to the barn to get some muesli. Then start running on the road, trying to figure out how Pampe escaped, and the answer seems obvious: after his coffee the farrier crossed the pasture again to get back to his car, and he knew about the Special Anti-Pampe Safety Knot 3000 but either forgot and closed the gate like a normal person, or didn't do it correctly. Pampe in her little llama brain knows very well that most visitors don't know about the Anti-Pampe Knot so she hurries to check the gate after a stranger leaves her pasture. Meanwhile I was busy noticing Pirou's limp and trying to call the farrier back and I didn't check the gate as I usually do.

10:20am: The guy has found me trotting on the road with my muesli and picked me up in his car. We go back to where he last saw Pampe. I apologise for wasting his time and he tells me "I've heard of your llama" in a tone half-sympathetic half-fatalistic.

10:24am: Pampe & Pandolf have been located; are having the time of their lives. Pandolf is a bit sheepish when I call him, though. He loves going on adventures with his best friend so much but he knows it's a bad dog thing to do for some reason :(

10:34am: The Guy is trying to push Pampe forward with his car while I try to attract her towards me with my muesli in a carrot-and-stick routine; Pampe occasionally veers off-road to eat some leaves, inspect the mud in the ditch, pretend to admire a cloud while secretly brainstorming strategies.

Guy's commentary: "This is worse than dealing with an escaped horse. I feel ignored. I feel powerless."

10:39am: Pampe is home! She didn't actually go very far. But since she hadn't locked the gate behind her, when we arrived we found Pampelune on the road as well, just sort of waiting for us like a sentinel. Pirlouit was still tied to his tree staring at his inexplicably orange foot, and Poldine was panicking because her mother had abandoned her for the millionth time and her grandma had left the pasture too and she couldn't figure out how :((( All she had to do was fiddle with the gate with her nose really, but it never occurred to her to do so, she's too innocent. She only inspects gates in order to figure out how to kiss someone through them. So she was alone in the pasture trotting in circles, making undignified sad goat noises when Pampe & I returned.

10:53am: Pirlouit's other hoof has been treated, hopefully he'll feel better and stop limping soon... I'll have to remove the bandages with scissors, clean both hooves and re-do the bandages in a couple of days which is probably going to be a whole Thing, considering he's suspicious of buckets of water and scissors and objects in general. But as for now everyone is in the pasture having some celebratory hay and Pampoldine is deeply relieved to find that she hasn't been abandoned by everyone forever (as she assumes every single time.)

Also I realised I only paid the farrier half of what I owed him... I had prepared the exact sum but I had half in one pocket and half in another which was a risky idea. And neither of us checked what I was handing him, or noticed. He called me back when he arrived in a place with mobile reception and I told him about the whole affair and he said it's a good thing I accidentally paid him half because he didn't see the other abscess and failed to make the Anti-Pampe Knot 3000 so "it's a fair discount." So I got a half-price farrier visit thanks to Pampe (partly)... I won't tell her because she already thinks she's doing the world a favour by escaping (free fence integrity checks, free cardio training for me by forcing me to do interval running, free entertainment for everyone, plus her modest contribution to cosmic chaos.)

11am: I meant to take an "all's well that ends well" photo of the whole family but I realised Pampe is making her angry hammerhead shark face because her adventure was very short-lived and I didn't even take a picture of her escape, as I'd left my phone in my coat pocket under Pirlouit's tree (& supervision) when I went after her. (I figured I was about to run for 15min and would not need my heavy coat)

She thinks I did it on purpose to demoralise her by refusing to document her victories. But she's not giving up.

#crawling along #llama drama #this post is from last week but i forgot i had it in my drafts! pirlouit is doing better<3 #changing the bandages was a nightmare. as expected #i have a ridiculous photo of him standing as far as he possibly can from the terrifying basin of water like it's a ticking bomb #plus he got overshadowed by a llama in his own post about his hurt hooves. it's hard being a donkey

[kcrossvine-art]

Heya folks! Its been a bit, food insecurity is a bitch, but today on the quest of cooking our way through Lord of the Rings we're gonna be making a dish exclusively mentioned in the 2007 MMO-

We will be making a Rohan Pasty! 

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes into a Rohans Pasty?” YOU MIGHT ASKBasics. Meat n potatoes of your meat-in-dough food. .

All-purpose flour

Salt

Baking powder

Vegetable oil

Olive oil

Ground beef

Garlic salt

Ground cumin

Chili powder

Dried oregano

Waxy potato

Garlic

White onion

Egg

"A delicious local pastry filled with beef and potatoes."- LOTRO Rohan is a kingdom of humans in middle-earth, and the description point towards a cornish pasty (yes, pasty not pastry). Oddly enough the image is more of an empanada but you win some you lose some. This heritage informs much of the shape and ingredients of this dish, however we're opting to cook most of the ingredients before adding them in, contrary to going in raw as a cornish pasty calls for. I chose to deviate here because cooking beforehand allows more seasoning to be crammed in. The english hate seasoning.

AND, “what does a Rohans Pasty taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

Tastes like the best pot pie youve had, less soggy

Excellent for an after-rugby/martial arts/soccer dinner

The potatoes are foundational

Despite needing the least work

Pasta salad (cucumber, olives, pepperocini) would pair well as a side

And would also pair well with beer

This meal bears the gold star sticker of not having any major issues! Hooray! Maybe its increased comfortability in the kitchen, or maybe its because of how very simple this one is. Chopped roasted bell pepper might be good in the filling in the future.

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Get the dough ready ahead of time- its mentioned in the recipe below but i also wanted to say a foreword here that it needs to sit in the fridge for a few hours. Just so ya dont get everything out and realise itd take too long for dinner tonight. Speaking of dough, i feel like it could have more flavor added to it. Its bland and although its not part of the tradition of the meal its based off of, cornish meat pasty, it might be nice to add some spices like cumin or black pepper to the flour. 

The meal reheats perfect- wrap in papertowl and put it in the microwave for 30 seconds per pasty.

When picking your potatoes make sure theyre "new" potatoes (baby ones) or whichever potato with the least amount of starch you can get. Its important for it to cook inside the pasty that it not have too much lest it get Mushy Bad.

Another thing about its real-life inspo; Cornish pastys were workers food, stuff you could carry into the mines, stuff thatd reheat well. You could hold the crust with your dirty hands and throw it away once you ate the rest. I always feel partial to these foods. Although I'd still eat the dirty crust.

This recipe earns a solid 8/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) 

🐁 ORIGINAL RESIPPY TEXT BELOW 🐁

Dough Ingredients:

370g all-purpose flour

1 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon baking powder

74g vegetable oil

240g warm water

Filling Ingredients:

2 tablespoons(ish) olive oil

1 pound ground beef

2 tablespoons tomato paste

Garlic salt to taste

Ground cumin to taste

Chili powder to taste

Dried oregano to taste

5 cloves garlic, minced

1 white onion, diced

Method:

Combine flour, salt and baking powder.

Add oil and water into mixer with dough hook running at medium speed. Mix for 1 minute, stopping several times to scrape the sides of the bowl.

When mixture comes together and begins to form a ball, decrease mixing speed to low. Continue to mix just until dough is smooth.

Take the dough ball, safely wrap it, and transfer to fridge. Let sit for at minimum 2 hours.

For the meat, get a large skillet, and add some olive oil over medium heat. Add the ground beef and garlic salt, cook until the beef is cooked completely.

Drain the beef and set aside.

In the same pan, add the garlic, onions, cumin, chili powder, oregano, and salt.

Cook until the onions are softened but not brown, 10 to 15 minutes. Re-add the beef and cook over low heat for about 5 more minutes.

Back to the dough, transfer dough from fridge to well-floured work surface. Roll into log and divide into 10 equal portions. 

Preheat oven to 350f.

Form each piece into a ball and flatten each with a rolling pin.

Add a layer of diced potatos down the middle of the pastys. Add the meat filling to each. Fold the sides of the dough up to seal on top in the middle.

Gently turn the pasty on its side and crimp the edge, alternating a braid pattern. Use knife to cut an "X" shaped slit in the top. Repeat for each pasty.

Place the pastys on a greased baking sheet. Lightly coat each pasty with an eggwash using a basting brush.

Cook for about 50 minutes, or until golden brown, and let cool!

#cross cooks lotr #lotro #the hobbit #lord of the rings #food recipe

[clavissionary-position]

Full Translation of Azel's LINE Chat

Ikepri's official LINE account here Kagari's chat ✦ Matias' chat Azel's keyword: ちゃりん (*clink of coins*)

*Accuracy is not guaranteed italics = Rude Azel

> *clink of coins*

Thank you for making an offering to God. How may I help you?

Choices 1) Would you like to go on a date together? 2) Would you like to tour Tanzanite's attractions together?

> Would you like to go on a date together?

I humbly refuse. I don't sell myself too readily as a matter of principle.

Oh, but there would be room for consideration if you were to sign a promissory note. It would be you selling your body to me, though. How about it?

Choices 1) I'll sign it 2) Please have mercy

> I'll sign it

Are you stupid?

My apologies, that text just now was sent by mistake. So a date, was it? I shall happily oblige. I'll draft up a promissory note to send over, so please wait without making any attempts to stiff me.

Oh, and don't worry; I already know your whereabouts even without you divulging it. I am God, after all. While we're at it, I'll go ahead and throw in a free oracle as a bonus.

[voiced clip] "Something good will happen if you stay with me all day today." On what basis...? There's no such thing. Take a guess.

> Please have mercy

It was a mercy that I didn't just ignore you.

Ah, what I mean is, you are a devout follower of mine… In which case, fine, very well; I don't mind going out with you just this once.

I don't know what it is you expect of me, and I don't wish to know, but I also hate the thought of being needlessly hounded any more than this.

[voiced clip] Of course I'm not planning anything. For I am a benevolent god. What are you saying—that I'm going to force a bill on you after? I would never!

> Would you like to tour Tanzanite's attractions together?

Why me?

Aren't you confusing me for some kind of handy local guide or something? There's no way I'd resort to doing menial work on my day off, no matter how greedy they say I am, but I'll at least humor you.

Choices 1) I want to go see your statue in the market 2) I want to go to your most-recommended spot

> I want to go see your statue in the market

...Not another word.

Can you even comprehend the abject horror that grips me whenever I walk through the market—you can't, can you?

Your payment just now was mere compensation money. Come to the temple right this instant and make an offering. Then we'll talk.

[voiced clip] Wait... I don't get myself. Why am I calling you over here for no reason?

> I want to go to your most-recommended spot

Do NOT come here. You're a pain.

My temple is my paradise. No prying eyes from the public, and I can spend my time in self-indulgence.

Then again, if you were to come by with worship money, I wouldn't exactly turn you away. But we'd pass the time as I see fit.

[voiced clip] I limit myself to doing nothing on my days off. I try not to think too much, and I don't meet with anyone either. You're just special.

-------- Notes

The Nice Azel chat segments end with him saying "If you have any further concerns, I'll gladly hear them out. For a fee." The Rude Azel segments end with "Is there anything else? You're such a tiresome follower."

This is the word he uses when he talks about selling himself, if you want some different interpretations:

(from Jisho.org)

I'm relieved he seems to be a tsundere. And I refuse to believe he doesn't walk around his temple completely naked when he's alone. It's his Mancave of Wonders 😭 He really feels like Silvio Part Deux (affectionate) but his theatricality seems very Clavis (affectionate).

Disclaimer + Sources

I'm not a translator. I just throw lines into various different translators and dictionaries and make a lot of guesses in-between. Take everything with a huge grain of salt.

I use Capcut's auto-caption feature to extract subs for the voice clips.

Sources for specific phrases: (if you care about that sort of thing)

Please wait | Stiffing payment | There's no such thing | Have a guess | At least humor you | Can or can't

#azel radwan #ikemen prince #ikepri azel #ikepri spoilers #ikepri jp spoilers #ikepri translation folder

[vagabond-umlaut]

tick tock tick!

one's a fool, the other's a fool.

once a fool, always a fool.

you never imagined being thrown over the known limits of time and space, then back again, is what will make you grasp these two simple little facts — you don't appear to be very ruffled, though.

▸ gojo satoru x fem!reader; 2.8k wc; time travel; light-hearted banter and fluff; sassy-yet-concerned-bestie!student-shoko; living-in-denial!student-reader; pining-in-the-background!student-satoru; the grown-up reader's enjoying her time in the past but she really wants to return to her time; suggestive themes in the very end [it's implied & between grown-up reader and grown-up satoru back in the present]

▸ belongs to series we're the summer to our winter rain but you can read this as a stand-alone if you wanna!

▸ the element of time travel's been borrowed from the amazing oneshot 'time travel' by @seeingivy. tysm rc!!!! i love your works!!!! ❤️❤️

▸ the gif, divider and characters used ain't mine. please don't plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

idiocy – same as common cold; worse than common cold – is contagious. 

weird take, isn’t it, for a person such as you on a day such as today? 

gray skies. strong winds. light drizzles.  

perfect day, really – a much desired reprieve from the sweltering tokyo summers, you muse – one you would have been content in whiling away wrapped in your blanket with a novel and a savoury snack. or perhaps, you would have gone on a drive through the damp streets of the city. or, better yet, you would have taken a nice long nap in the comfort of your home– 

–the keywords in each being ‘would have’.  

’cause you do not do either of these – rather, you cannot.  

in a peach classroom you know was painted yellow last autumn, before a phone you recollect being broken in a mission last decade, looking at a face with a hairstyle you haven’t seen the likes of since five years ago – any and every plan you might’ve had go straight out your mind into the courtyard outside.  

cigarette dangling from fingers, shoko blinks back at you. you offer a tentative smile.  

“hey, shoko! long time, no see, eh?” 

the girl lets out a long exhale of smoke and asks, “is this real or am i finally hallucinating from sleep deprivation?” 

“the former, i’m afraid,” you say softly, then frown. “wait a sec–” 

“won’t wait,” cutting you off, she huffs a faint chuckle. you give an unimpressed look at her nonchalant attitude, only to see it bounce right off her. not that you’re very surprised, you suppose. “i’ve had enough mothering from the present-you; any more treating me as a kid and i swear i’m going berserk.” 

your lips dip into a faux-pout. 

“aw, that would be a pity. the only healer we have, lost to the darkness. the society would be in shambles.” 

that earns another chuckle from shoko and she reclines in her seat, eyes watching your features closely. unnerving, yes; yet you let her. it isn’t every day one meets the adult version of their kouhai, after all. [that and the fact you’ve always been rather fond of this friend of yours – both in your teens and twenties – something you reckon is too known to be voiced always.] 

one whole minute elapses before the silent examination ends. you heave an inward sigh of relief, which grows into fatigue at the next question. a mere monosyllable but enough to make you want to hit your head against the window.  

“how?” 

you wonder what answer must you give to your former senpai.  

should you say it was a mishap on a mission which led you here?  

nah, too unlikely to occur for someone as warily careful as you.  

from an encounter with a cursed item you knew nothing of? 

the truth, of course, but with a pinch of salt here and a pinch of pepper there.  

you settle on serving shoko the blandest form of the truth ever.  

placing a dilapidated pocket sundial on the desk, you reply, “i came across this in the storeroom today while deep cleaning the house. now, i knew; this was soaked in cursed energy; besides, it looked too simple to be a weak cursed object. but–” 

“your curiosity overpowered your common sense, and you fussed with it and ended up here,” the girl finishes for you. a lame nod paired with an embarrassed smile is the only response you manage. she shoots an unimpressed face back. “you’ve always been the smart one... since when did you become an idiot?” 

“years of being with an idiot–”  

“ieiri-senpai – what the fuck!? who the hell are you??” 

the familiar screech, you never knew was so raucous until now [suguru was right], snaps your explanation in two and you cast a sideways glance to see the exact image you were expecting.  

messy hair, black sunglasses [not yours], floral print dress and sneakers – accompanied by a gobsmacked expression and two wide eyes peeking from behind the shades – the younger you stays rooted to her spot in the doorway. you wave at her weakly. “kind of shocking, right?” 

“i’m not dreaming, am i?” the target of your question breathes out. you shake your head. “no. i’m real and i’m here.” 

the statement drains bits of incredulity from her form and you watch her slowly enter the class and take the seat next to yours. a frown makes its way onto her lips. 

“how? and, more importantly, why?” 

a short chuckle leaves you.  

this is the age when you were the most into the genre of science fiction of everything... the poor student you must be thinking you’re here to warn her of an event in the future or something of the sorts. you debate for a while on if you should play with her concerns or not – then decide against it. she looks too innocent to be teased so cruelly; besides, you never had the slightest of masochistic tendencies.  

you smile at her, reassuringly. “how... i grew too curious for my good and ended up fiddling with something i should’ve handled more carefully – hey, don’t touch it,” you slap her hand away from the sundial; she gives you a sheepish grin. you resume with a huff, “and as to why... i’ve no clue. i really wanna go back home and start cleaning again.” 

your younger version wrinkles her nose. “ew, why’re you cleaning? just hire some help to do all that work, dummy.” 

you resist the urge to pinch the bridge of your nose. you really did hate doing household chores, hm? 

“i do have help hired, but sometimes, you really wanna care for your home on your own, y’know? besides...” a tinge of loving exasperation sneaks into your voice. “there are only so many who have the patience to search for candy wrappers in every nook and corner of the– oh, shit. i mustn’t spoil the future for y’all.” 

a cheshire cat grin and a confused little frown meet the tense smile you aim at your two companions. shoko drawls, “candy wrappers, huh? how’s living with satoru treating you? must be nice, living with the love of your life.” 

“you’ll be the best one to know, senpai, what with barely staying in your rooms whenever iori-senpai's here,” the other girl cuts in with a sharp smile, which becomes soothing when she turns to you. “don’t you let those words get to you; these people are living in a fantasy world of their own, thinking every kind of godforsaken nonsense.” then tapers off, chuckling, when you watch her catch your knowing grin. “ah, sorry. i forgot you’re my future self; you’ll obviously know this.” 

“i do,” saying so, you look at shoko. “’toru and i can be roommates too, you know?” 

the girl makes no attempt to conceal the eye-roll, nor the scoff. “yeah, but are you? the two of you are literally in love with each other.” 

“senpai...” the younger you whines, visibly affronted and annoyed, only to be interrupted by an obnoxious music before she can barely begin her rant. the older girl silently asks you to watch her kouhai – a request you fulfil with an amusement, the latter growing increasingly difficult to stow away with every moment you observe your glowing younger self. 

yes, that’s right.  

glowing.  

from when she accepts the call and places the phone next to her ear, to when she hollers out a cheery “rise and shine, ’toru! you’re late!”, to when she exchanges animated dialogues, giggling, with the boy at the other end, to when she cuts the call and returns her focus to shoko and you, a wide grin blooming on her lips even while she apologizes for having to cut the meeting short — glowing is the only adjective, you think, will suit the teenaged-you.  

you brush her apology away with a grin of your own. “it’s okay, go enjoy your day-off with your ’toru. a few more years and you’ll find such relaxing days hard to come by.” 

“oh?” the girl pauses, grin melting away in disappointment – however, before you can even attempt to rectify or explain your statement, hauling her by the arm, shoko drags her away.  

“off you go, lover girl,” she scowls, shoving her out into the hallways, “you’ve a date waiting; you ought to know better than to mope now.” 

“this isn’t a date! and i ain’t moping!” comes the incredulous exclamation within an instant, soon followed by the reappearance of the younger you in the doorway, showing something between an exuberant beam and a worried frown as she inquires, “you wouldn’t call this a date, would you?” 

a feeling, strangely similar to sympathy, creeps into your heart.  

you hum, “you are going to the new chinese restaurant in roppongi, aren’t you?” 

a nod.  

shoko raises an eyebrow behind her, as if meaning to query you still remembering details from so long ago. the corner of your mouth lifts. “it’s the dress, ieiri. i seldom wore it so obviously i’ll remember when i did,” you explain, then return your focus to the other girl. she returns your gaze, anticipation brimming in hers. you shake your head. 

“i wouldn’t call today’s meeting a date.” 

“told ya, senpai!” the teenaged-you exclaims, and with that and a salute in your direction, jogs down the corridor, a listless tune resonating within its ancient walls as she goes humming. shoko shoots a particularly scheming look your way. “you said you wouldn’t call today’s meeting a date, so are there other meetings...” 

a casual shrug is what you decide to counter her implications with. “maybe. maybe not. i’m not supposed to tell you.” 

“perhaps, you aren’t,” the girl responds, an odd softness developing in her tone. you bite back whatever words you were planning on telling – a soft yet serious shoko is a blue moon, one you know well enough to not take not-seriously.  

ignoring the sharp spike in cursed energy from the sundial, you train your senses on the young doctor-to-be standing before you and her solemn countenance as she regards you.  

she offers a careful smile.  

“perhaps, i too am not supposed to tell you this, but satoru cares for you. very much. and i know you too do. as much as him. but the two of you are simply shit at expressing it. your oblivious ass, more than that lovesick fool.” a chuckle escapes you at this statement – more at its exasperated tone than its words. smile growing freer, she continues, “it isn’t really funny, i’m telling you. it’s more painfully tiring than anything else for us, watching the two of you play this game since forever – something i’ve said to that blindfolded bastard more times than i can count and something i’ve implied to you repeatedly as well. but every word i might’ve said has bounced right off gojo’s thick skin and off your thick skull. however, now–” 

the girl stills and you glance to your side to find the object shining. the clock seems to have begun ticking, huh? you choose to finish your friend’s unfinished sentence.  

“however, now, seeing the older and more matured me, you decided to try one last time, didn’t you? thinking this might as well be the last chance to pop my bubble of ignorance and free ’toru from the pain of pining, yeah?”  

shoko nods slowly.  

plucking the sundial from the desk, you give her a smile – one, you hope, shows the true depth of gratitude you feel towards her. watching the way she returns your expression, you think it does. “satoru and i always count you to be one of our dearest friends,” you say, “thank you for always looking out for us, shoko. and as for our alleged feelings for one another...”  

you toss her a wink.  

“you never lose a bet you place on us.” 

shoko’s jaw dropping to the floor is the last thing you see before the classroom melts into a swirl of colours, into the final beige wallpaper of the storeroom. the sundial sits innocently in the hollow of your palm – a funny little antique you feel less sorry now for coming across now. returning it to the open box lying on the floor beside you, you stuff the box back into the cabinet and rise, brushing dust off your trousers.  

your flat desperately needs a deep-clean – and you’ve got to finish it in the shortest time possible.  

’cause there’s an intriguing story, after all, waiting to be narrated by you to your ‘roommate’ once the latter’s back from work.  

bonus: 

a shocked gasp rings within the steam-filled confines of your bathroom. you giggle.  

“don’t act so offended, ’toru! i had to say something to avoid awkward questions.” 

“how can you be so okay with it, sweets?” the 6' 3" man whines, wrapping his soap-lathered arms round your midsection and dropping his head to rest it against yours. you lean back into him, eyes closing in comfort whilst you listen to him complain, “first of all, you didn’t wear your ring–”  

“i thought we were over it, ’toru. i didn’t want the ring to get dirty or lost while cleaning.” 

a tiny tsk sounds while your left hand is raised and a small kiss is planted on the gold. your heart goes swooning.  

satoru’s grumbles continue, undeterred, “next, you blame poor innocent me for your error – even going as far as to refer to me as an idiot – that’s still okay, i guess. i’m willing to forgive. but to call me your roommate – that’s simply unforgivable, darling.” 

you let out a tiny hum. eyes opening, you turn to kiss the downturned corner of his lips. it lifts a bit. “i know, baby. i know,” you attempt to appease him, “i shouldn’t have called you my roommate when you’re someone so much more than that.” 

blue eyes peering down at you reflect the emotions coursing within yourself now.  

“and what might that be?” he asks in a low whisper. 

brushing the wet strands of hair away from his face, you whisper back, “my ex- fiancé. you’re my darling ex- fiancé. i should have called you that in front of them, right?” 

your eyes blink a mere two times before a set of sharp teeth digs into your neck, pulling a shocked yelp from you, soon followed by the impression of a smug smirk onto your skin. the bath suddenly feels awfully warm – a sensation which intensifies with every little lick and bite pressed down the side of your throat and into your bare shoulder – before satoru lifts his head and a warm puff of breath hits the shell of your ear.  

“that isn’t something you must call me, wife. you’ve made me very, very upset.” 

“and what might i do to make up for it?” you inquire, though the words tumble out your mouth rather shakily – thanks to the shivers your husband’s wandering hands elicit, rough with callouses yet so gentle with the manner caress you.  

“what might you?” gently swivelling your head with a light grasp on your chin, he brushes a thumb along your lower lip – gaze dark and ravenous, you note absently, as it darts over your face. your eyes flutter close at the feeling. “you can let me have a taste of my favourite snack, perhaps, you–” 

“you don’t mean the kikufuku mochi, do you?” moving your face away, you ask, annoyed and worried — does satoru not know how much distressing his addiction to sweets is to you?  

hold on you slackening slightly, your husband blinks at you. 

you glower back. “you can be mad at me for an eternity if you want, satoru. but you aren’t getting another morsel of a sweet dish. you’ve already eat–” 

“what makes you think i was talking of mochis, sweet cheeks?” the stumped question interrupts your rant. you let out an angry exhale. “oh, i don’t know. maybe it was you speaking of your favourite snack, satoru.” 

“and you think kikufuku mochis are my favourite?” 

you raise a brow in silent challenge.  

dragging you closer to himself, your husband chortles. 

“you think my idiocy is contagious, don’t you? well, breaking news, mrs. gojo, your obliviousness is incurable.”  

the furrow between your brows deepens, however, before you can say or ask anything, a pair of pink lips descend upon yours, capturing it in a tantalizingly slow motion – which, needless to say, renders every thought of yours into a mushy white noise.  

a turn of events, you reckon, you aren’t very upset with.  

you can always bring up the topic, satoru’s trying to evade, tomorrow. 

[you don’t, though. 

it is very late the next morning when you finally realize, lips swollen and body sore, the meaning of your husband’s statement — and a loud groan falls past you into the hush of your shared bedroom. a husky laugh muffles itself into your hair. 

your obliviousness really is incurable... isn’t it?] 

▸ masterlist

#gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk fics #jjk imagines #gojo drabbles #gojo fics #gojo imagines #jjk fluff #gojo fluff #gojo satoru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #kit posts 📝

[wizzard890]

YOU'RE GOING TO ROMANIA NOW? can I ask which cities/regions you're visiting? (I'm Romanian, I'm always curious abt what westerners pick to do in my country șince we're never in their top 10 destinations ahahaha)

Sorry it took so long for me to answer this, I've been enjoying myself too much to stop and catch my breath! @pyrrhiccomedy and I initially spent two days in Bucharest, which we adored, and then took off into Transylvania.

Thua far we've visited Peles Castle and Bran Castle, and spent today walking all over Brasov, a city we've wanted to see for a long time. Later on we're taking in Viscri, Sighisoara, the salt mines at Salina Turda, Hunedoara Castle, and Sibiel. (If you couldn't tell, this trip was planned with an eye towards the medieval.)

We're having a wonderful time, and everyone has been so friendly and welcoming to a pair of Americans. Here are some of my favorite pictures I've taken so far.

Quite a country you've got here!

#anyway this is why I haven't been around #I'm too busy being gobsmacked by beauty #replies

[wolven91]

Slugs & Apes - Chapter 1

"Have you heard? We're getting a Human representative!" Called a familiar voice behind Blarah.

Blarah retracted her eye stalks all the way back into herself in a slower-than-normal moistening as she sighed deeply. A fresh headache had just blossomed in the centre of her ‘head’. 

"No, we aren't." Blarah responded offhandedly to Pleppany. Turning to face her long standing friend who, whilst Pleppany was undeniably annoying at the best of times, she still meant the world to the young sluggat.

"This is a backwater, tail end of nowhere dust bowl. Why, in the deepest salt-mines, would a human come here?" She demanded. “They can live in the lap of luxury wherever they go.”

Whilst she doubted Pleppany, Blarah would have loved to see one of the new species that had recently joined The Galactic Community, but being realistic, there were far nicer places to go than the edge of space on a station that orbited an awful double star system. The Edge wasn’t liked by non-molluscs.

She sighed, her sides bubbling. She moistened her eye stalks again and looked at Pleppany, who, now she was paying attention, was visibly undulating. She wasn’t joking; Pleppany believed what she was saying.

"... you're not kidding are you? You know something!" Blarah realised, eyes ‘ploping’ as Blarah blinked. Pleppany was practically bouncing on the spot at this point as she began her long, winding way to the point, as usual.

"You know how I've been hanging out with one of the Captain's secretaries? The tall one with the green tinge? Well he let slip that his girlfriend had said, you know his girlfriend, the one that made a fool of herself at the party last year, yeah her. Well she said that her dad had said that he had to put in a ton of human acquisition requests to ready a diplomatic suite for one on the second floor north section and… that it had to be done by today at the very latest!"

Blarah stared at her friend for a moment as her mind quickly worked its way through her tale before latching onto the meat of the story, realisation washing over her.

"There's a big freighter due to dock later today..." Blarah mumbled aloud as the implications made themselves clear "But it'll be a diplomat, not goods, won't it?"

"That's the best bit, I heard that humans have been sliding over each other to get off Dirt! They chose to come here. They want to see every part of the Community, even this dump!"

A human, willingly choosing to come here and maybe even one that wasn't some dusty old political type? Blarah would believe it when she saw it. But… there was a moistening of hope.

Pleppany gave a smile and a seductive undulation, exaggerating her already undeniably attractive self, cocking an arm against her hip, just above where her body lay against the ground. 

"I intend to get an interview with him. The station's news centre has to keep on top of these new developments after all..." Pleppany said with a hungry tone.

Any Sluggat with working eye stalks couldn't deny Pleppany had every desirable trait going for her. If she intended to use her 'strengths' to get to the alien, she would likely succeed.

As for Blarah, she just might see him from the spaceport’s admin offices, but otherwise would have to settle for pictures and whatever information Pleppany put on the station's local network. Pleppany eventually slid away and out of sight, leaving Blarah alone.

Once Blarah was at her desk, she looked up everything she could on the Humans.

It began with the usual history lesson; The Galactic Community was a federation of the vast majority of the various species across the stars that had been found and contacted. Any smart mollusc understood the benefits of working together rather than going it alone so regardless of the various cultural differences amongst the gathered races, they ultimately all agreed to the same goal of cooperation and exploration to seek out new friends and allies.

The Galactic Community had countless sluggat races as part of their collection. Sluggats came in a vast variety of colours and construction, but were found exclusively around The Edge, the perimeter of the known galaxy. Sluggats did make their way inwards, but their home worlds were outward. 

It didn’t take much to decide to join The Galactic Community and for the most part sluggat kind was left to its own devices thanks to their choice of uncontested territory. The Community’s disapproval at their constantly warring ways was shown, but they never actually did anything to stop or prevent the various skirmishes. Nothing to adjust the status quo. 

Then these creatures appeared. Humans. Bipedal like most of The Galactic Community races, but smaller, closer to slaggat size, much to their joy. There had been some kind of issue during their rapid uplift. Sluggats being limited to The Edge only really learnt of the event after it had been and gone. Whatever happened, the humans rapidly spread out amongst the stars and were immediately a hit amongst all if not most of the sentient races for various reasons. 

On average, they stood as tall as the tallest sluggat, roughly the same in width, but instead of securely travelling across the ground with the use of mucus and their lower body, they perpetually fell forwards, catching themselves with two appendages of dense meat and bone like the other races.

Bipedal, warm blooded, even their blood was bright red when exposed to the air. Everything about them was strange and screamed "Alien" and they enraptured sluggats just as they had everyone else. The video Blarah was watching had a human male and female standing side by side as the information was given as a voice over. 

Their skin didn't move unless they chose to move themselves. She wondered how the hell they saw behind themselves without being able to extend their eye stalks, unless they were constantly retracted in? There was a class of Sluggat that did that, she was sure of it.

Blarah grasped the fast food drink cup in one hand and while slurping it loudly, trying to get the last of the delicious sugar water at the bottom, a deep voice washed over her, the deep vibrations rippling her flesh subtly.

"Excuse me, I'm a bit lost."

Blarah’s eyestalks snapped up from the video, getting locked onto the Human's in front of her. Her free hand slammed down on the keyboard in an attempt to shut the voice up. After an awkward few seconds and several brutish slaps the computer was silenced as it began an in depth explanation on the differences of their genders.

She moistened her eyes with a quiet 'plop' as she struggled to figure out what to say. He was huge, he was solid and he was leaning right over her desk and his eyes had entranced the poor unsuspecting Blarah completely and utterly.

#conservationverse #cuddleverse #human #sluggat #AU

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Trey Clover Outdoor Wear Personal Story: Part 2

"Something a little tastier"

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

[Dwarfs' Mine – Campsite]

Trey: It was really stressful trying to fish up those huge catfish. Now I'm way too full, and I just want to relax in my tent, but…

Trey: Looks like the other tasks haven't finished up yet, so I should probably help out.

???: Good news, Trey-kun.

Trey: Hey, Rook. What's the good news?

Rook: All the club members who were tasked with preparing the environment for us to camp have all returned safely now.

Rook: Only, those who were tasked with obtaining the "lanternblossom" seemed to have had a steep climb to endure…

Rook: Look at them. See how they just devour the catfish you cooked so wordlessly.

Trey: Haha… Looks like they were really hungry. I'm glad we were able to finish up our task before they got back.

Trey: I would have liked to have given them something a little tastier to eat, though.

Trey: Neither the catfish nor other fish are too terrible when cooked and salted, but… It feels as though the flavor still lacks some depth…

Trey: But, when I only have provisional seasonings and harvested herbs, there's a limit to what I can make do with it. Guess we can't really be too greedy here.

Trey: Alright, next, we're still waiting on the "education" portion of our tasks to be completed. They needed to find even larger mage stones than yesterday, so some of them might be getting desperate.

Trey: I'll go check on the mine. I don't want to have to pull anyone else away for it, so.

Rook: Oh, are you planning on going alone? I am of the same thought as you, Trey-kun.

Trey: You should rest a bit, Rook. Aren't you tired form wrestling the catfish?

Rook: Ohh, don't say such a thing. After all, you and I are bosom buddies, we shall endure the same joys and sorrows.

Trey: Haha… Well, I guess I'll feel a little safer if you came with him, Rook. Okay, then let's hurry and make our way there.

[Dwarfs' Mine – Mine Entrance]

Trey: We passed many students on the way here, but I didn't see any of our guys.

Rook: Yesterday, we were able to clear this task thanks to help from Roi du Dragon, but…

Rook: I haven't seen hide nor hair of him today. Perhaps they are having trouble with the hard bedrock.

Ghost C: Hm? What are you two up to?

Rook: Oh, what good timing! Have you seen any of our fellow Science Club members?

Trey: They haven't returned to the tents yet, so we thought we'd lend a hand if they haven't finished their tasks yet…

Ghost C: I see, you've come in search of your clubmates. Alright. I'll take you to where they are.

Trey: Thanks for your help.

Trey: So they really weren't done with the task yet. Good thing we came to check on them.

Ghost C: No, they've already finished their task of mining out the magestones.

Trey: Eh? Then… Why haven't they come back yet?

Ghost C: Fufu, you'll see. Now, let's get a move on. It's dark in there, so watch your step.

[Dwarfs' Mine – Interior]

Ghost C: Here we are～

Trey: Wow, I didn't realize these mines went this far in. Now, where's our clubmates…?

Science Club Member A: Whew… I'm so tired. What else should I try to get this rock out?

Science Club Member B: We don't have any kind of tools to dig at the bedrock around it. But that doesn't mean we should give up…

Trey: Ah, I can hear their voices over there.

Trey: HEEEY, WE CAME TO CHECK UP ON YOU!

Science Club Member A: Oh, that voice… It's gotta be Trey. Hey, you already finished with catching the catfish?

Trey: Yeah. We did, and the guys who went to find the "lanternblossom" also cleared their task and are back at the tents already.

Rook: It sounds as though you have finished with your task already as well. What are you doing all the way back here in the mines?

Science Club Member B: Oh, Rook, you're here too, huh. Oops, guess we just got a little too into it and lost track of time.

Science Club Member A: But this is perfect. Let's have Trey and Rook help us.

Trey: Help you?

Science Club Member A: Over here! You'll understand if you come down this side tunnel.

Trey: You're making it sound like something real important.

Rook: We should see with our own eyes what sort of thing awaits us. I shall go on ahead.

Trey: Hey, Rook…

Trey: Well, those guys were here for a while, so I guess there's probably not any danger…

Rook: BEAUTÉ!!

Trey: Eh!?

Rook: You should come here and see it quickly, Trey-kun. A truly beautiful and mystical spectacle beckons us in.

Trey: What, you're saying there's a "beautiful and mystical spectacle" this deep in this dark mine!?

Trey: What could it be…? Guess I have no choice but to follow after Rook.

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

#twisted wonderland #twst #trey clover #rook hunt #twst trey #twst rook #twst translation #twst vargas camp #mention: malleus

[bubblegumlefty]

So I was browsing around the net, right? As I do. And look what snuck into my recommendations today...

Bro, I swear to God. All I'm gonna say here is they better not just be teasing here. Unless you've been a long time follower of mine, you've had no idea just how long and just how badly I've been begging for a Jeff heel turn to happen again since like 2010 (putting the horrible aftermath aside). And even though the words here are coming from Matt's mouth, this right here could be the first ever little hint that we could be heading down the Hardy Heel Turn very soon, and I'm absolutely ecstatic and on the edge of my seat to see what's to come out of this. Obviously, take all this with a heaping bowl of salt, but goddamn would this be amazing. 🫨

#i honestly don't care exactly how we get the heel hardyz at this point #just as long as we get them #Jeff especially #can you even imagine the storyline potential? #lefty talks about wrassling #wrestling news #all elite wrestling #jeff hardy #matt hardy #aew

[votestaynight]

2nd Day - "One day II" (Scene 2)

"Yeah. I have time, so I'll make something else." I open the refrigerator. All that's left are some cucumber and potatoes.

"…Hmmm. I could cut and salt the cucumber, or cut the potatoes and serve them vinegared…." But those are both things I could do in a couple of minutes, and they're better fresh. It'll be half an hour until Fuji-Nee and Sakura arrive, so I should make a dish right before they get here.

"…Hmph." In that case, this is free time I can't make much use of. Is there anything I can do in thirty minutes…? "There's some chicken, so…" I could cook some bite-sized meat rolls with vegetables, or something like that.

I cut the meat and tenderize it. At a glance, the meat tenderizer is really evil. It's like a hammer, but it's flat on four sides and has lots of spikes coming out of it.

If it were bigger, it would make a great instrument of torture. I flatten the meat with the scary object, put some carrots and kidney beans on it, roll it up, cook it in the pan, and steam it with wine.

"…Huh!? Hold on, what am I doing…!?" At that point, I regain my sanity. I was trying to make a side dish, as the saury was already the main dish. So what am I doing, making another main dish…!?

"…Honestly. I must have let my guard down, cooking just to pass the time." "Eh? You were cooking just to pass the time, Senpai?" "Yeah. The thing is, I was trying to make a side dish. But before I realized it, I was using the knife. Well, I guess habit is a scary thing… of course, that's just an excuse."

"But isn't that alright? It's a bit big for breakfast, but since you made it, I don't think there'll be any leftovers." "You think so? No, that's not the problem. There's no need for two suns in the sky. I'll have to ask one of them to leave." "What!? You're not going to eat it, Senpai?"

"I will. I wasn't planning to, but I'll pack lunch today. That way, it won't be a waste." "Wow… Senpai, you're going to make lunch right now?" "It'll be close, but I think I can at least get my―――"

And then. I finally realize someone's behind me.

"Good morning, Senpai. I'm here again today." Sakura greets me with a smile. It's not unusual for Sakura to come into the kitchen at this time. She always rings the bell as she comes in, but sometimes I don't notice, like this morning.

"G-Good morning, Sakura. Breakfast's ready, so you can relax in the living room. There's some tea there." I answer her, staring at the frying pan. On the table is a pot of hot water, a teapot, and some snacks.

"Oh, yes. You're perfect again today, Senpai." Sakura's voice is lively, as if she's happy about something. …And Sakura comes into the kitchen instead of going to the table.

"Senpai? You're making lunch, right?" "Hm? Yeah, it turned out that way. It's a good dish for lunch, so I thought I'd make some side dishes." "Um, then can I help? I'll make my own, so…" "Oh, wait. If you don't mind having the same thing, I can give you some of mine." "―――Yes. I was watching and I wanted to have some of yours." "All right. Can you cook the rice, then? We don't have enough for two. There should be a fast rice cooker over there." "Yes, I'll take care of it. I'll go and start that, then."

I hear the sound of her footsteps, and of her tying her apron. "Senpai? We're okay with two cups of rice, right?" "Hmm, I think that'll be enough." With quick movements, Sakura comes to help in the kitchen.

"Morning! Well done, it smells great!" A little past six-thirty. Thirty minutes after Sakura, Fuji-Nee arrives as usual.

"Good morning, Sensei. Please wait a little longer for breakfast." "Yep, I'll wait. …Oh, Sakura-chan, are you making breakfast with Shirou?" "No, Senpai made breakfast on his own. We're making lunch right now."

Sakura's voice is really lively. We're not doing anything particularly fun, so I don't know what she's so happy about.

"I see, so of course you're in a good mood. Cooking and Shirou, so much fun stuff. Okay, we don't have much time, but take it easy." Laughing, Fuji-Nee sits at the table and pours some tea.

"…Geez, she must still be off dreaming. What's so fun about cooking for school?" I put the pan back onto the rack. The food's made, so all that's left is to pack the lunchboxes.

"Sorry, Sakura. I made you do extra work before club activities. I wanted you to relax since you did a lot yesterday." "Huh? Don't worry about that at all. Like Fujimura-Sensei said, I find cooking fun."

She smiles. Well, I know she likes cooking… but still, it must be hard for her getting up at five o'clock to make lunch. Besides, Sakura comes and makes dinner often. So if I'm getting her to cook in the mornings too, she might have no free time at all.

"…Phew. I'm grateful for the help, but you should relax, Sakura. You should sleep in during the mornings, and after school is for playing around. You don't have to come and help around my house."

"Well, I am relaxing. You made breakfast today, and I got some food from you for lunch too."

She smiles. …Sigh. It's been a year and a half since Sakura started to help out. Now, she keeps coming back like this no matter what I say.

"That's different. You have your own life too, so you can't just take care of me and Fuji-Nee. If you're taking care of us, you won't be able to do all the things you want to."

"Ahaha, that's fine. My only hobbies are archery and cooking. In fact, my goal is to beat you at cooking, and I think I'm almost there." Sakura puffs her chest out boastfully. …Gah. I want to argue back, but it's true as she is about to beat me.

"So please don't worry about it. I like cooking here, and improving is fun. I'm helping you to pay you back for showing me this great pleasure, and for my own benefit."

"…Hm. Does that mean you're stealing some of my skill every day, Sakura?" "Yes. I improve quickly just by helping you. So please be ready. I'll make you admit defeat someday." Whoa. I can't believe she said it so bluntly!

"…Man. If I'd known this was coming, I would never have taught you to cook. You never even heard of oil before coming here, but now you're after me like an enemy. Really, why are you chasing me like this? Can't you just be happy making food?"

"Of course I'm after you. You can't be better than me." "…?" I'm not sure what's so bad about that, but we should start setting the table for breakfast.

"Alrighty." I check the saury. Placing my chopstick on the well grilled stomach, I check how cooked it is.

"I guess that's done. Here, Sakura, can you take this to the table?" "Yes, thank you Senpai."

I hand the plate of saury to Sakura. Then, as if remembering something important, Sakura stops dead.

"Sakura? What's wrong, did you leave something at home?" Sakura may seem shrewd, but she actually forgets things a lot. It's not unusual for her to remember something and stop like this. But… it seems like that's not the case this morning.

"…Sakura?" "……" There's no answer. She just blankly stares at my hand like she's still in a daze, then…

"Senpai… what's that bruise on your hand?" She asks me a strange question.

"Huh?" I look down at the hand she's talking about.

"Huh…? You're right, there is a bruise. That's weird, I don't remember hitting it anywhere."

For some reason, there's a big bruise on the back of my left hand. It's quite an impressive welt, and it looks like it came from some sort of a cut. Even on my own hand, it looks bad. Perhaps Sakura's not feeling well as she's very quiet.

"Sorry, can you handle the rest? I'll go put something on it." I let Sakura take care of the kitchen and head for the dojo. I don't know if I did this during my sleep, but I'll have to treat it.

"――――――――" But for some reason, I'm worried about Sakura, who looked awkward and downcast.

"I'll go on ahead, then." "Sakura, are you sure you're all right? You can skip your club if you're not feeling well."

"No, I'm fine. It's just a light headache, so you shouldn't worry about it. I only look bad because you imagine it. I'm doing really well today." She says so with a smile. …But anyone can tell she's just bluffing.

"―――Really well, huh? Even though you couldn't eat any breakfast?" "Oh…." She looks away awkwardly.

Without looking up, she replies… "…Please excuse me. You're the one who should be resting, Senpai." With those words, she leaves.

The table is cleared. But on the plate in the kitchen, Sakura's meal remains untouched.

"Honestly, what's wrong with her?" She had been in such a good mood, but after seeing my bruise, Sakura suddenly became quiet and started to make lots of mistakes.

She overfilled the tea, drenched the omelets with soy sauce, and sat down at the table with her apron on. And on top of that, she ate nothing and went to school looking pale.

"Maybe she caught a cold or something." I mutter to myself while cleaning up. It's the first time I've seen Sakura like this. I got to know her during the summer four years ago, and she started coming here to help a year and a half ago. In that time, I've never seen her look this ill.

"――――――――" …Fuji-Nee will be at the archery range, so I don't think there'll be a problem there. But I should go and check on her after school or sometime…

It's almost seven thirty. Sakura and Fuji-Nee have already left for their morning club practice. I went to school early yesterday because Issei wanted me to, but I leave my house at the usual time today.

I run into an unusual scene when I reach the intersection. Several police cars are parked outside a house. Something must have happened, as it's noisy and lots of people are surrounding the area.

"Hm?" I'm curious, but I cannot tell what's going on with all the people surrounding it. I have no time, so I should prioritize school.

I reach school ten minutes before the bell. I enter the main gate as usual. "Hey, morning Emiya." I bump into a familiar female student.

"What, you've not changed yet, Mitsuzuri? It's almost homeroom, you shouldn't have time to say hello to me."

"Ahahaha! You're right. You're cold as always, Emiya!" She laughs as if something is really funny. Mitsuzuri Ayako. She was my classmate in first year, and she's now the captain of the archery club.

She's very insightful, and everyone expected her to become captain since the first year. …Well, in other words, her mental age is older than her real age, so she's been the older sister type everyone counts on since she was a first year. Though, she gets mad when people say that. According to her, she's not that old.

"Huh? Were you just thinking badly of me?" "I wouldn't dream of it. I was just thinking objectively about the truth. Though, it's up to you if you want to feel angry about it."

"Oh, you don't say. That's good. You answered honestly, but you never revealed what you were thinking about. You don't let your guard down like Shinji does." "Shinji? What does he have to do with this?"

"Because you guys are friends. You're the only male friend he has, right? And you might have forgotten, but I'm the captain of the archery club. Don't you think it's only natural for me to connect the current problem student and the problem student that quit?"

"Yeah, that's certainly natural. The archery club has nothing to do with it, but I certainly do have an unsavory and inseparable relationship with him."

"Oh, that makes me mad. You get so cold when talking about the archery club. You've got it nice. You left Shinji behind and just quit. Couldn't you think about those who were left, like me and Sakura?"

"Hmm. Did Shinji do something again?" "A day doesn't pass when he doesn't do something. …But still, yesterday was a bit too much.[l] He even made a guy from the first year quit."

Mitsuzuri sighs seriously. It's rare for her to make a face like this, but even more than that, I can't ignore what she just said.

"What's that? A student quit? Why?" "Shinji took his anger out on him. He got loads of female students around and made the kid, who has barely started handling bows, shoot. He laughed at him until he hit the target." "Huh!? And you let that happen!?"

"Of course I didn't! But a captain's busy, you know? I can't always be in the dojo. You know that."

"…That's true, but what the hell was Shinji thinking? He does teach very harshly, but he's not the type to make fun of people like that."

"…I'm surprised. You really are like that." "Hm, what do you mean by that? Were you just thinking badly of me?"

"Oh, I was just thinking objectively about the truth. So it's up to you if you want to feel angry about it." "…Stop copying me.[l] Fine, but what about Shinji? Why did he act like that?"

"Hmm, from what I heard, it was something like getting turned down harshly by Tohsaka." "Huh? You mean, that Tohsaka?"

"There's no other Tohsaka at our school.[l] I'm talking about the honor student in class 2-A, Miss Perfect, Tohsaka Rin." "…I don't think I've heard that nickname before."

It's the first time I've heard the nickname, but I would probably agree with it. With Tohsaka involved, I can understand even Shinji getting turned down, and most of all… If it was Tohsaka, I can see her refusing him mercilessly.

"Anyways, Shinji's been like this since yesterday. That's why I've had to keep an eye on the dojo until now today." "Shinji has a nasty temper. I know it's hard, but keep up the hard work, Mitsuzuri."

"Okay, okay. But Shinji never knows when to stop, you know? I feel like he'll do something really bad if he asks her out again and gets turned down again." "No, even Shinji wouldn't approach someone who turned him down. He's pretty good about that kind of thing."

"But he can't help it if the person who turned him down comes near him. I don't know why, but Tohsaka comes and visits the dojo pretty often. You quit, so you wouldn't know."

"Hm?" That's the first I've heard of it. Tohsaka Rin doesn't do any club activities for personal reasons. I thought she went straight home since she even turned down the recommendation to join the student council.

"Well, maybe that sort of thing is good every now and then. He has a haughty attitude, so it might be good for him to have a hard time for once." Mitsuzuri says some dangerous things. …Come to think of it, I heard that Tohsaka has many enemies. Could Mitsuzuri be one of them?

"Hey Mitsuzuri, that's going too…" "Oh, it's almost time. Bye Emiya, come and see my archery skills sometime." Mitsuzuri hurries off.

"―――She's just like always." But I like that part of her. Feeling calmer now, I head for the classroom.

It's lunchtime. Our school has a splendid cafeteria and most students eat there. But there are some old-fashioned students who bring their own lunches. Two of them happen to be me and the student council president in front of me.

"Emiya, could you give me some of that fried chicken? My lunch is desperately lacking in meat." "Sure, but why is your lunch so plain? You live in a temple, but there aren't any teachings prohibiting meat or alcohol, right?”

"Such an anachronism. It's just my father's way. He says there's no luxurious foods for a young priest, and that I should have to work for what I want. I'm thinking of running away and joining the circus." "Oh, yeah, that sounds like that guy."

Issei's father is the priest of the Ryudou Temple, and a bold guy who's old friends with the old man at Fuji-Nee's place. You can't expect a normal personality when he's friends with a guy like that.

"That's great. Well then, I'll give you one in the hope of repayment someday." I hand him my lunchbox. "Thank you. This too is part of my religious training." Issei bows deeply. …How can I put this? I never know what to say when things like this remind me that he's the son of a priest.

"Oh, by the way, Emiya. Did you know there was something going on around the 2nd avenue? It's right around the intersection where we part." "Intersection…?" The intersection this morning… he must mean that clamor with all the police cars.

"I heard there was a murder. I don't know the details, but of the family of four, only the child survived. They say the older sister and the parents were stabbed to death. But what's strange is that they think the weapon was a long one, not like a knife or something."

"――――――――" A long weapon? He must mean something like a sword. It was a murder… so that must mean the sister and the parents were killed.

…I picture it. Someone barging in during the night. Unjust violence. A one-sided pillage like an accident. Slashed parents. The sister killed without even knowing what's going on. To the side, the child covered in their blood.

"Issei, have they caught the murderer?" "It doesn't seem like it. Accidents from faulty construction in Shinto, and murder here. It's no wonder they're making the curfew here at school ear―――what's wrong, Emiya? Did you choke on something?"

"Hm? Nothing, what's wrong?" "No… I was just surprised since you had a nasty expression. Sorry, this wasn't something I should have talked about during lunch.”

Issei tries to soften the air apologetically. …I was fine with the topic, but was I really making such a nasty face?

And then, there's a quiet knock at the door. "Excuse me, is Ryudou here?" "Huh? Oh, what is it, Sensei?" Issei addresses Kuzuki, who just entered. It must be a simple talk about the student council as Issei seems pretty relaxed.

"…Wow." That's not something you see everyday. Despite his appearance, Issei's very shy. The guy who draws a line against his classmates and even his teachers is letting his guard down with Kuzuki.

"Maybe they get along because they're both so serious." Kuzuki Souichirou, the teacher in charge of class 2-A, is serious and stubborn. Probably that aspect helps him get along with Issei, who prizes order and discipline.

"――――――――" The two continue to talk. All the while, I can't get the story of the murder out of my head.

Classes end and it's time to go home. I can't go anywhere as I have work today. I should leave school and go straight to the neighboring town, but…

#votestaynight #fate #fate stay/night #fate route

[schuylerpeck]

Hey, satellites pass overhead and I love you.

My brother came home for what's left of summer, all different and still the same. My mother had him bring me mangoes and a hug, but I only fully realised he was home late in the evening, when I saw his toothbrush next to mine by the sink.

Now it's late and the neighbour's kids splash and scream in their pool and I can't even be mad: the heat has been terrible all day long and I don't mind the sound of their joy keeping me from sleeping.

Being away from the city makes me patient again, makes me calm again. I chuckled when little Anne said Green Gables gives "so much scope for the imagination" but here I've been for days, sitting in the grass, caught in a whirlwind of creativity, daydreaming about long lost friends and still unmet ones.

Everything here can become something else: brambles turned into baskets, flowers into crown, wisteria bark woven into faerie traps, old books holding hidden treasure boxes and me into my childhood self again.

And this thread of creativity, these endless metamorphosis possibilities turned into a handwoven firefly~lit lantern, are my gift for you today, for no other reason than we're here in this world at the same time.

I hope you sleep tight, when night reaches you. I don't know you but I love you.

Hey, I watch the morning pass through the light of the leaves and I love you.

these past few weeks have felt more lived in; wiping my mouth of the day after taking a deep sip. I let the sweat pour out on a twelve-mile bike ride, then feel the crisp river water break the heat’s pressure when I jump in with my friends. we drive up the jagged coast to watch the waves for whale fins, taste the salted air when the fog creeps in, and are so spent by the evening, I fall asleep before 7. still, I feel somewhat out of practice. the constant fear of “should I know what to do with this time by now?” but here, leaning against the docks, cackling like the crows, or heading out early to smell the flowers just as they’re waking—maybe the slow steps are okay, too. some days, I cling to the kite tails of life, rolling with every exciting change of wind. others, life waits impatiently at my door and I roll over in the blankets again, telling it I’ll catch up later.

I know that more balance will come—between feasting on the young excitement of summer and feeling the steadier pace of happiness. the older I become, I loosen the fist of an image I had of how life might look. to let the edges fuzz, the fine lines blur, and hold hope to find joy in whatever the years might bring me. it feels less like surrendering a dream, but finding that the smaller things have always been precious. this ease of feeling your place in the unmonumental but cherished moments, with river-wet hair and plenty of laughter, is my gift to you, if for no other reason than we’re here in this world at the same time. maybe we can count the weeks by what we notice, every evening a love letter to one more small detail in the world; where we found our place in what the day unspooled before us.

I hope that you sleep tight, when night reaches you, that you let rest fill your cup again. I don’t know you but I love you.

#I don't know you but I love you #poetry #poems

[yaffles-world]

First Date - Reigen Arataka

I opened the door, to see Reigen standing in the doorway, with his hand raised to knock again. He had the tiniest amount of red tinge to his cheeks, and I looked him up and down - grey suit, white shirt, pink tie, black shoes. Same as what he was wearing at the office.

"Hey," he waved and smiled brightly.

Now it was my turn to blush, as I smiled sheepishly, realising I'd been staring and not saying anything.

"Like what you see?" he gestured.

"I can just walk right back inside, you know," I said, "This is only date number 1 and I wasn't entirely sold on the idea when you asked me."

He laughed, and held out his hand, "We're off to a good start, I can see."

I rolled my eyes and took his hand.

If anything, I can get a story out of it if it goes terribly. Honestly, I didn't know why I said yes. We met a few days prior. My parents had been complaining about their house being haunted, so they wanted to see an exorcist, and I insisted on coming with them so they didn't get scammed. Good thing I did, because, surprise, the exorcist was this Reigen fellow and he was totally scamming them. Just punched something in the face with salt, and then called his "student" to do the rest.

We pulled up at the restaurant and sat down. I started to get a knot in my stomach. Unclear as to why, I ignored it, and focused on reading the menu.

"So, how was your day?" he asked.

I continued reading the menu. "Good. It was busy today, at work. I work at a bakery."

"Oh that's sweet!" he said, and I looked up. He was smiling so genuinely, and I felt the knot twist harder.

I gripped onto the menu. This was a mistake.

"How was your day?" I wanted to ask how it felt scamming people but the words got caught.

"Oh, good. Mob, my student, is having some girl trouble though. He feels like the girl he likes doesn't like him because he doesn't have muscles… I'm trying to help him see that everyone has their strengths and that he doesn't need muscles… he says he understands, but I don't think he does. He's just a kid, afterall," he smiled softly.

Oh god, my breath caught in my throat. Oh no. Don't you dare like him. This was a silly mistake, nothing more.

The time passed with more questions and the ramen was served and eaten.

As I went to get up to pay, Reigen grabbed my hand. "Do you want to be here?"

My eyebrows furrowed subconsciously and I suddenly felt sweaty. "I can take you home, if you'd like. Or if you have a problem, you can tell me."

Despite myself, I almost felt tears in my eyes. This wasn't what I was expecting him to say…

"I don't want you to be offended but I am a bit unsure about this. It's just, you scammed my parents a few days ago…"

Reigen leaned back in his chair and sighed. "Did I scam them?" he asked, genuinely. He was still holding my hand. His fingers were longer then mine, not by much, but I felt protected. "Have you spoken to them since? Is there any problems anymore?" I guess not. They had been saying how amazing it's been… "My methods can be unorthodox, but if there's no spirits left, then one way or another, the job got done. That's all you need."

He took away his hand. I suddenly felt cold. "I'll get the cheque."

***

We sat down in the movie theatre chairs. He leaned back and immediately put his feet up on the chair of the empty seat in front. Of course.

"Why did you say yes, anyway?" Reigen asked, "I couldn't have made a good impression."

I hesitated slightly. It was dark in the theater, so I couldn't see his face clearly. He was looking straight ahead at the blank screen..

"Well… I was staying back to give you a piece of my mind, and I heard you talking to Mob. It was… a nice conversation to overhear. You really are like a mentor to him. It sounded as if you really care."

Reigen laughed. "That's cute." I blushed, thankful he couldn't see.

"Why did you ask me?" I asked, the knot in my stomach still tightening.

"Well, you stayed back to yell at me. I admire that, although I hope we've achieved some mutual understanding on the topic, you were prepared to stand up for yourself and your parents. And even more admirable, you decided against it because Mob would hear. That took kindness. And, besides, your easy on the eyes."

I laughed and punched his arm gently.

The movie started. Reigen had chosen the movie - it was some older slasher movie. Despite the corny special effects, I still got scared. I jumped in my seat and Reigen put his arm around me. After that, I didn't pay much attention to the movie. All I could think about was how warm he was, how soft his clothes were. He smelt like men's cologne and shaving cream. It was like being in a trance. I buried my head into his chest, as he tightened his arm around me. My heart was pounding, and so was his - like a steady drum. We stayed like that the whole movie, only moving when it stopped. I wanted to cling to him. I didn't want to ever let go. We walked out of the movie theater, I held his hand and he dropped me home.

Standing in the doorway, I gave him a hug goodbye. We were the same height so it was a very comfortable, comforting hug. I pulled away, and looked into his eyes… He had very dark, beautiful eyes. He gently stroked my cheek, and I could feel the heat rise in my face. Is this really happening? He was so pretty. He leaned in. I leaned in. Our lips met, gently, welcoming each other. It was a brief moment of pure joy. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I felt like I could fly…

He pulled away and smiled. "Goodnight," he said, as he turned to walk back to his car.

Fine. I admit it.

I like Reigen Arataka.

#fanfic #writing #fan writing #reigen arataka #f/o #romantic f/o #f/o content #fluff #reigen my babygirl

[etes-secrecy-post]

Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

Take a Taste: with Salt 'n Light Snack Shack's Cheesy Bacon Burger & Fries [Recorded: Apr 14th, 2023]

Hello! It’s time for another “Take a Taste”! The series is about delicious food with my two paper dolls.

And today, I’m reviewing a delicious burger & fries from a small food stall called the "Salt 'n Light Snack Shack". Mmmmm! 🍔🍟😋 We can't wait to dig in! So, let's go! 😁

If you haven’t seen my previous episode, then please [CLICK ME!].

So, without further ado, let’s get started:

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• Here's the packaging of the burger & a container of fries. I loved the presentation, especially the round sticker, which represents the name of the food stall they made. 😊👌 Let's open these snacks! My paper dolls' reactions are mouth-watery. 🤤

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• *Whistle* Awww, look at these! They're look so yummy, isn't it, you two!? 😋🍔🍟

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• Let's take a look at that burger! This is the "Cheesy Bacon Burger", which costs ₱70 per order (while Buy 1 take 1 for ₱120), and I have to say, they have outdone themselves when it comes to presentation & appeal. Plus, it is pretty cheap for a beautiful burger! 😁

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• My paper dolls are curious to see, what are other ingredients of that burger are? You're right, let's reveal it & man, these were quite appetizing! Aside from decent cooked bacon, they've got their genuine veggies & a slice of cheese, smothered with their signature sauce, and an honest juicy burger patty! 🥓🥬🍅🧀🥩🥖😁(Not to mention, the buns we're A-Okay) Fries, on the other hand, they look all right, powdered with cheese, so I hope this could be interesting to taste. 🍟🧀☺️

• So, are you ready, you two!? They're ready all right! Let's have a single bite! 😁

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• [10th & 11th Images] Here's my first bite! I would say, it was a pretty good burger! The patty itself was quite astonishing taste, not very bland but pretty good. Accompany with other important ingredients.🙂 My paper dolls already taste it, and they're thoughts we're very amused! Good for you! 😊

• [12th & 13th Images] Now, what about their flavored fries? Uuummm... 🤔Exact opposite, I suppose. Nothing spectacular about it if only could tweak their powder cheese because it's basic. 😕 It'll be better if they used their signature cheese sauce on their cooked fries instead of using the powdered form. So, what about it, you two? How's it taste? Their response was, not a fan of flavored fries. Yeah, me too. But, don't get me wrong, they're quite decent taste. 👌 Uh yeah, and the price of flavored fries was ₱65, and you can choose different flavors not just powdered cheese. To be honest, they should've gave me the BBQ or Sour Cream for a different taste. 😕 (Just saying)

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• Now, what if we combined our burgers & fries & see what satisfies our tastebuds? 😁🍔➕🍟🟰 *munching combined meal* Mmmmm... Nah... 😕 Our flavored fries ruined our delicious cheap burger. Lesson learn, never ordered flavored cheese fries. No wait my parents ordered me while they were gone for my mom's reunion. Again, they should choose a BBQ or Sour Cream instead. But, here we are...🤷

Overall:

• It was half positive half mixed-bag. On the other hand, the burger looks great & tastes great in our tastebuds (both me & my paper dolls). 😋👍However, our positive side ends with the flavored fries w/ powdered cheese as our flavor of choice (from our parents). And we're speechless in a mixed way (not bad or worse).😐 You know, I've already tasted their powdered fries since childhood, and the only worthy powdered fries that I give a big thumbs up is the "Potato Corner". And for those who don't know, then it's a Filipino-based French Fries food stall that sells their “World's Best Flavored French Fries" unlike any other, and not just their great quality French Fries but also their selling hash browns, too. And man, we can't wait to dig in for the future episode. Here's a link for their official site → [CLICK ME!]. But, anyways, let's go back to our recent review.

Well, that’s all for now, If you haven’t seen my previous episodes, then I’ll provide some links down below.↓😉

Take a Taste:

○ 2021 Food Reviews: ○

• Popeyes U.S. Spicy Chicken Sandwich [Dec 6, 2021]

• Jollibee Chick'nwich & Crisscut Fries [Dec 21, 2021]: Part 1 [CLICK ME! #1], Part 2 [CLICK ME! #2]

○ 2022 Food Reviews: ○

• Mini Stop Chicken Fillet XL Sandwich [Feb 7, 2022]

• Minute Burger Cheese Burger(s) [Mar 1, 2022]

• Pepper Lunch Teriyaki Beef Pepper Rice w/ Egg (& Honey Brown Sauce) [Mar 5, 2022]

• Bacsilog’s Sulit Combo Bacon-Tocino & Samgyup Day’s Pork Herbs [Mar 12, 2022]

• Burger King Whopper w/ Sides & Drink [May 6, 2022]

• Marshmello’s Limited Edition Coca-Cola Zero [Aug 26, 2022]

• Cheesy Burger McDo with Lettuce & Tomatoes Meal [Recorded: Sept 16, 2022]

• Mcdonald’s PH McSpicy & Apple Pie (featuring their World Famous Fries) [Nov 14, 2022]

• Mcdonald’s McCrispy Hamonado Sandwich [Dec 31st, 2022]

○ 2023 Food Reviews: ○

• Foods from Delicious Restaurant & 1919 Grand Cafe [Jan 8th, 2023]

• Homemade Churros by my lil’ bro [Feb 12th, 2023]

• Lugaw Sisig from Mang Boy Alfredo Lugawan Restaurant [Recorded: Feb 18th, 2023]

• La Prato Stakehouse [Recorded: Apr 10th, 2023]

Tagged: @bryan360, @carmenramcat, @leapant

[tedturneriscrazy]

Howdy, folks! It's time for another Taco Dragon recipe post! Yes, I do still do those! Just look at that cute icon of mine.

Anyways, I have crawled out of my hole to offer you this:

Kung Pao Quesadillas!

@nikkydash

As you can probably gather from the name, this is Kung Pao chicken in quesadilla form. Obviously you could just go and get tortillas, cheese, and an order of the chicken from your favorite Chinese takeout joint, put everything together, and call it good.

However, as recently named Taco Dragon employee of the month*, I decided to step things up a bit!

(*See this post for proof!)

To start I made my own tortillas

I've made them for previous recipes, so I won't go into too much detail.

Now for the Kung Pao chicken! I used this recipe from The Woks of Life.

Here's a shot of (most of) the ingredients:

This can be essentially divided into three main categories:

Chicken + Marinade

~1 lb boneless skinless chicken breast, cut into small chunks

1 tbsp vegetable oil

1 tsp shaoxing wine

1 tsp cornstarch

⅛ tsp salt

Pinch of white pepper

Sauce

1 tbsp light soy sauce

½ tsp dark soy sauce (yes, they are different!)

1 tbsp black rice vinegar (can sub in Balsamic vinegar if you can't find it)

1 tsp sugar

3 tbsp water

1 tsp cornstarch

Aromatics

3 cloves garlic, minced

2 thin slices ginger, minced (or ~ ½-1 tsp squeeze bottle ginger)

2-3 dried chilis, seeds removed and chopped

1½ tsp Sichuan peppercorns (ideally fresh ground in a mortar and pestle, can used powder)

6 green onions, light parts only, cut into ¾" pieces

Also you'll need 1 cup roasted peanuts for the end.

Mix the chicken with the marinade ingredients and allow to sit for at least 20 minutes. Use this time to put together the sauce and aromatics, as well as shred some cheese.

And here's everything prepped and ready to go!

Heat a wok on high (or as high as you're as your comfortable going), add 2 tbsp vegetable oil, and cook the chicken through, setting aside. Heat an additional tbsp oil, add the aromatics, and stir fry for about a minute until fragrant. Add the chicken back in, heat through for an additional minute, then add the sauce, stirring until thickened. Finally, mix in the peanuts.

I must say, this stuff is pretty damn good! This was also my first time working with Sichuan peppercorns, which impart a pleasant numbing sensation that goes quite well with the overall spice profile.

Normally, you'd serve this over some rice, but today we're making quesadillas!

Pretty simple procedure from here: fold the tortilla in half, heat a skillet, and cook on both sides until cheese is melted through and the tortillas are browned to your liking.

And you know we have to get a look inside!

I must say, melted cheese and Kung Pao chicken folded into a tortilla work together beautifully! The spicy profile of the chicken goes well with the cheese, and the peanuts provide a nice crunch.

Catch you all next time when inspiration strikes!

Whenever that may be...

#the owl house #taco dragon au #kung pao chicken #quesadilla #food #cooking #my cooking

[matandalice]

R-Ely Boring

We left Eureka and travelled through some mountains. Mat had to use the steering wheel again.

Ely was so promising but quite disappointing upon arrival. We arrived way before check in so went for a wander. This is very much a waypoint town. Just motels and not much else.

We did visit the train museum which was cool. The photos don't convey just how big the trains are, they were used for mining so are heavy duty machinery. It's a working museum with train rides available most days, we arrived too late for today's but aren't that fussed anyway. Trains are less of a novelty for us. Mat did find a cat though so he was very happy.

After the museum we went into a big store which sold everything but food, booze or underwear. You can get a gun, horse tack, jeans and a lawnmower, but no underwear. We've not found anywhere that sells it yet so once we checked into the hotel we did some improvised sink laundry.

The best thing about Ely is the Mexican place we went to for Linner. Alice ate real food for the first time in days.

We decided to escape Ely tomorrow instead of staying 2 nights, and will head toward Cedar City direction. We're just faffing in the room before heading to the "pub" that the hotel has. Alice is holding out for salt & vinegar crisps (not a flavour they do here), Mat wants scampi fries. I fear we may be disappointed.

[the-firebird69]

There's a huge deal and in Boston he's telling Robert de Niro that didn't the North end is nice he's lived there most of his life and that's dinero who lived there he says watch out for Grandpa's got two buildings in southie he's laughing cuz it's true he's really small but grandpa is not laughing

-we have several people looking for the materials for the roof and they're not here and it's supposed to be here today it's still early morning and they're on the lookout other than that we have a couple questions coming out and we're answering them we have some issues here I was trying to fix we also have a few jerks hanging around they were doing it yesterday and we're going to go after them right now we are making progress the diamond mining is going according to plan and is ahead of schedule will be done shifting 50 to 100 miles most likely by 1:00 p.m. and we'll start 100 to 150 and they're pulling out the spaceships faster than hell by noon 1 to 5 mi will be out and they will start 5 to 20 to make a long story short all the ships will be out and the diamonds and even the four pits and other pets probably Sunday morning and they might go faster Sunday morning is real fast it's already Wednesday afternoon almost and and that's less than a week once that's done they will try and move on to the gulf and the other minds are going just as fast in in the Gulf around it on the shoreline and they will start fighting over those those are pretty big they're in the bottom of the Gulf and it's diamonds other than the ones that plug and they come from the tree and The Roots and stuff and the asteroid is winning the golf and it makes them and it spits them up the sides as it's going down and they work their way out loud enough and this probably odd enough that's probably about 3,000 or 4,000 that are half mile and about 1,000 in a mile and 502 miles 300 at 4 miles and probably 28 miles and it's probably a hundred if they made 10 MI and there are going to be only 20 or so that are 20 to 30 miles but there's a there's a lot of time that's a lot of diamonds half mile diamonds are well sought can be used in chips 20 mi or bigger and they have a lot of them and these diamonds are pure and clear and the ones they have are much smaller and they're ganged up and it saves on room and they can use both it becomes much more powerful that's 20 miles s*** becomes as powerful as a three here 400 mi s*** it's just intense what's going on so it's competition it's going to be fierce and they're going to start right after they finish the shoreline and that's going to heat up everything and make it easier here and elsewhere and it's going to go pretty soon

-we're watching his diet and eating and buying things and he needs more funding rather soon he's going to get big is eating okay and it's not really digesting tons but the oxygen goes up and they just more and digest more and we're noticing the oxygen is going up and it's getting higher and higher everyday I know all that stuff is washing out down at the bottom of the river and the harbor along the edges is 5 ft left on the bottom it goes up to the end of the stuff it's about 8 ft but that's only on probably 30% of the harbor the rest of it's going to be clear pretty soon so he has a couple feet or so and it's flowing the river is clear in the middle and goes up to the edge 8 ft but every day is like a foot and it flows out and it's feeding it and the rest of Florida is the same and it won't stop it's going to continue as flowing again they will take time and salt and then I'll make it clear that's coming up pretty soon they can take him out while he's here and they'll take them out of those tunnels now and today and tomorrow they're starting on the inland stuff and the onshore stuff what's those come out and all that muck is going to be gone. The risk of flooding decreases greatly and contamination will decrease and the oxygen will increase and it's going to help.

-we're counting on them fighting over those diamonds if they don't this whole golf could drop in a couple weeks but both parties went to kidnap our son and they're different groups and they know it we don't see anything stopping that and it's really going to get an awfully nasty for both of those groups and they deserve it they're horrible to our son and these warlocks are going to be pushed out as they are being now by each other and them both groups will push them out it's on slightly but it's going on

-there are other things to announce but he thinks we should put it out there and we will

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

[hlmowrer]

Week 39: A new normal

Hello friends!  I don't have a whole lot to say today, it was a fairly standard week and it went by pretty fast.  That's a pretty fantastic accomplishment though, because I've really struggled to achieve the kind of positive routine where that can happen.  I tend to ping pong between struggling along and being really excited or happy about things.  That may or may not make sense, but just know that it's a happy thing for me.  

Being here is such a blessing.  With all the combined fruits of the last transfer, we're pretty busy (having planned things to do as a missionary makes life much easier) and while the companion trio has its challenges at times, I sure love these two good Elders that I work with.  We all needed each other right now.  Plus the blessings of having our house, and this town, and our awesome ward.   Merging my area with the other N. Muskegon one sounded really awful to me when I found out that was happening but I now realize that it was exactly what the Lord desired for me.  

A new missionary gave her farewell at church this week and shared her story.  She had been hoping to be accepted to a certain school for years, and the plan she had for her young life checked off all the boxes one would seek for a good launch to life.  She was devastated when she wasn't accepted to the school she expected, and she found herself at her minimally considered backup school.  She then tearfully told the story of how her experiences at that school led her to make lifelong friends, gain experience building faith for herself and others, and have the spirit led realization that she was needed in the mission field.

Sometimes we all do a good job of making a plan that we know is a good one.  And then it goes sideways.  Many of us are tempted to get pretty upset with God when that happens, especially if we felt inspired to choose that original path.  We forget to consider that sometimes, a little patience is required to see what He sees for us.  We have to accept on our faith that the Lord is always directing us towards better things.  Some of us will have to wait a lifetime to see it pay off, but it always does and always will.  I know I'm on the Lord's track now, even from time to time when I look around and wonder how the heck I ended up here.  

That sister is on her way to Salt Lake City, to serve in the Utah SLC West Mission...which will surely be a very different experience than mine here in Michigan.  Which is good, because her path is just for her.  Just like mine is for me.  And yours, for you. 

Don't forget that <3

Sure love you dear friends!

-Elder Beren Mowrer