eaten mushrooms



So happy this cutie got his spotlight for this episode. He may be plain and simple, but that’s part of his charm.

And as if he wasn’t already cute enough…

It’s likely that he went to the temple to pray for his team to do well during their training camp. I love him so much. (つ≧▽≦)つ

Watari decides to return to Wammy’s House for a visit… he walks in, takes one look around… Matt is upside down on the couch playing a video game and cursing loudly while smoking a cigarette with a half-eaten mushroom pizza nearby, Mello is dressed in a floor-length fur coat that would put Cruella de Vil to shame and is listening to death metal while strapping a rocket to a cat, and Near is perched on the very top of a dangerously wobbly ladder making a life-size clubhouse out of Pokemon cards. Watari stands in the doorway for about 7 seconds then leaves.

Just A Bloody Sandwich (Newt)

Newt x Reader - 2,958 words

So began yet another redundant day in the miserable glade for the blonde haired second-in-command. Waking everyday was like drowning at sea, knowing someday he would succumb to the waves, knowing his lungs would give out. And then, out of the corner of his eye as if a rescue siren had wailed in the distance, an all familiar Y/H, Y/H/C haired girl walked passed his hammock. Her hair shone against the dreary morning sun and emitted a warm glow that gave Newt the fortitude he needed to push up from his hammock. He followed closely behind her towards the kitchen, watching as she threw her arms over her head, stretching. Still half-asleep, Y/N failed to hear someone approach her from behind, the hood of her sweater suddenly flipped over her head.

“G’morning.” Newt put a hand on her shoulder just to feel her warmth and smiled down as she struggled to removed the fabric from her eyes. “Mmm.” She mumbled back. They finally made it to the kitchen and just about all of the boys were waving for her to sit with them. This morning, Newt hoped she might just sit with him. But, per usual and to his avail, she ambled off towards the table of runners. She’d taken quite a liking to the greenie, Thomas. Newt hated it because he figured Thomas might just drag her back into the maze. She used to run with Minho everyday until she fell from one of the walls while scouting and damaged her leg.

Breakfast passed at it’s usually dreadful pace and once he was finished, Newt rushed off towards the gardens. Newt was constantly torn apart. He wanted to spend time with Y/N, talk with her. But he also was too afraid to. Afraid he’d grow too attached. “In a rush are we?” A familiar voice piped up, breaking him from his haunting thoughts. “You alright?” She furrowed her brows, looking to the distressed boy with sympathy. “Yeah. Just… didn’t sleep I guess.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck and huffing. Y/N nodded and sent him a soft smile which he knew meant ‘if you want to talk, let me know.’ She wasn’t one to talk much herself, but Newt figured it was just because she was too busy focusing on her own thoughts. But, when she did start talking freely, all Newt could do was listen.  

When lunch finally came around, Y/N was no where to be seen. This was usual for her. For the first few months, Newt had followed Y/N all over the glade just to see where she went off to. Somedays, she would go climb a tree, sit in the watchtower, hide in his or Minho’s room. Or, like most days, she lay beneath the large oak at the edge of the gardens taking in to cool breeze. And surely enough, there she was. Eating her lunch peacefully, picking at the grass beneath the looming tree was the Y/H/C haired girl. Just as Newt gained the confidence to go say hello, Alby’s voice rang out across the glade. He was calling a meeting in the council hall. Newt grumbled to himself and cursed at Alby under his breath for ruining his chance. He was temped to go and help Y/N up, walk with her to the council hall, but he had to be one of the firsts there.

Boys filtered into the hall one by one, the keepers standing in a circle at the bottom of the building and the rest of the gladers sat up on the stairs carved into the earth. As keepers filtered in, they picked up a thin wooden board with a piece of paper attached and a pencil to take notes. But, just as her mischievous nature would suggest, Y/N snuck one of the boards into her arms as she entered the hall. Newt was the only one who noticed and a small smile tugged at his lips as he watched her prance off, proud of her thievery. She seemed to live just for the little bouts of innocent adrenaline she got from small things like that. Just behind her was Minho, who began complaining about a missing board. Alby shushed him as if he were a child and told the keeper of the runners to carry on anyways. Y/N sat at the top corner of the stairs and pulled out the pencil she took, beginning to sketch on the paper.

“What are you doing?” Thomas scooted up against the girl and stared at the paper as she worked away. “Drawing.” She said back, making Thomas roll his eyes. ‘Obviously’ he thought. He took a closer look and realized that it was all of the keepers she was drawing. Gally with his wicked eyebrows, Minho’s face was scrunched in frustration, Winston and Frypan seemed like they could care less and Zart looked as if he had just eaten some sort of mushroom that shouldn’t be growing in the gardens. “Gimme that.” Thomas insisted and Y/N handed him the pencil just as she finished the sketch of Newt who leaned against a pillar with a light smirk plastered on his face. Thomas wasted no time in drawing down some devil horns and a tail onto Minho. “Hey!” Y/N forcefully whispered, whacking Thomas’ shoulder. He jolted back a little and giggled, handing her back the pencil.

This caught Newt’s attention. Up at the top, Y/N and Thomas hovered over something in her lap and giggled, poking at one another playfully. He wanted to yell up at the the dark haired boy and stop him. But Y/N seemed happy. She was smiling, and her smile made Newt feel at ease. The blonde had to keep forcing his eyes away from the pair as the meeting continued, all he wanted to know was what was on that paper. As the meeting dragged on, the boy couldn’t help but gaze up at Y/N who kept her eyes glued on the paper, Thomas hovering right over her. At one point, their eyes met and Newt’s cheeks immediately flushed, feeling as if a grenade had gone off in his heart.

When the meeting ended, Newt pretended to be busy so he could see out the last person from the meeting. That said person being Y/N. She always left last. Newt kept his head down, kicking at the dirt as he held the door open. Just as Y/N brushed passed, Newt grabbed her arm and pulled her back, closing the door. “Give it.” He held out his hand, raising his eyebrow, attempting to be as intimidating as possible. “Give what? I took more than one thing.” She grinned mischievously and Newt sighed. “You watched, nd let me take it.” She reminded him. “The pencil and paper board.” He said, this time emphasizing his held out hands. Y/N smiled a little and gave up the materials in defeat.

Immediately, Newt turned the board around to get a better look at the paper. It was drawings of all of the keepers, including him who was located at the centre of the page. His heart nearly exploded when he saw that his eyes were directed up, as if he were looking at her. In that moment, he knew she’d caught him staring. “You’re really good, you know?” Newt scoffed a little and set the board down with the others. “But, I’ve also got to warn you about stealing materials.” He cocked an eyebrow and shied her eyes away. “Right. Sorry.” She mumbled, afraid to look up to her friend. The pair shared a strange relationship. They went all the way back to the day Y/N came up in the box. Newt was the first voice she heard, first pair of eyes she met, and the first hand she held. There was this unspoken, underdeveloped connection that both of them were too fearful to explore.

“Well… can I go? It’s dinner.” She asked, breaking Newt from his daze. “Uhm-Right. Yeah.” He tried to clear his throat as he opened the door and let her through. Just as he were to ask her to join him, two strong runners came rushing towards her. “Y/N! We need your help, c’mon and eat with us!” Minho said excitedly, waving for her to follow before turning on his heel and sprinting back to the kitchen. She may have had a limp, but she was still fast, trailing just behind Minho and Thomas. Dinner was just nearly as painful as the meeting was. Y/N had Minho and Thomas on either side of her as they fawned over a map, smiling and laughing. Amidst their conversation, Newt noticed Y/N hadn’t touched her food once.

“Why don’t you just talk to her? You work with her all day, everyday. But instead, you choose to stare at her during meal times.” Zart piped up from beside Newt who refused to touch his food. “It’s not that simple.” The blonde grumbled and his fellow gardner set down his fork. “Newt. Yes it is. Just, like, twenty seconds of bravery and boom, you’ve spoken to her.” Zart was tired of always watching Newt gaze at the girl hopelessly during meals and work times. Newt sucked in a deep breath and rest his head in his hand, shying his eyes away from her sheepishly. When Zart had left, Newt pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and opened it up. He had taken her drawings, wanting to keep them as it was the only piece of her he had. His lips were pursed, deep in focus as he examined the carefully placed stokes of lead on the paper.

Per usual, the sun was falling behind the maze walls and a small fire was lit. Some boys sat around it, taking in its warmth and others had already head off to their hammocks to sleep. But one piece of the glade was missing. Y/N was no where to be seen and neither were Thomas or Minho. Newt figured they must all be hanging out in the map room without him. Although Newt was best friends with them, the runners seemed to be a tight knit group. Like every other night, Newt knew sleep wouldn’t come. So, he continued to work in the gardens until the light of the sun completely disappeared and left him unable to continue working. The tall blonde boy slowly ambled his way around the glade in hopes the walk might just clear his conscience. He made sure all of the boys were in their hammocks and the fire was out. But, there was one vacant sling of fabric. The one beside his.

Curious, Newt took the maroon hoodie which lay in it and went off to find it’s owner. The glade wasn’t all that large, but it was easy enough to hide in if someone didn’t want to be found. Unfortunately, Y/N took advantage of this all too often. Newt checked his room first and dropped off the drawing before heading out. Although he had a bed and privacy, he still preferred to sleep in a hammock with everyone else. Out in the distance, deep in the woods, Newt could see the faint flicker of a torch. As he made his way closer he could very easily make out the small frame and Y/H/C hair of Y/N. She was peering into the foggy glass which opened to the maze, a perfect spot to see the grievers pass by. Every so often, she’d shift over and take down a few details on her paper.

Newt approached cautiously, and despite his efforts, he snapped a twig under his foot. Almost immediately, the torch went out and the forest fell black. He could hear her scurry around and he strode forwards, hoping to catch her. To his surprise, she tackled him to the ground violently and hit him straight in the jaw with a force he didn’t know she had. “What the shuck?!” Newt hollered out, trying to calm the girl, his voice radiating through the whole glade. She held him down and stuck his face again. For someone so small, she was strong and carried a good punch, Newt had to admit. “Hey!” Alby’s deep voice bellowed out followed by a few a few other boys carrying torches. When Newt’s face was finally illuminated, Y/N jumped back and clambered off of the boy. “Oh my god, Newt! I’m so sorry!” She tried to help him up but he just shook his head, trying to regain his vision.

“What are you two doing!?” Alby may as well have screamed. “I-I was sketching the grievers and Newt came but I thought he was Gally! So I punched him! Gally said if he ever caught me out here again he’d banish me so…” Y/N trailed off, giving up. She already knew her punishment. “And, you, Newt? What were you doing out after curfew?” He looked to his second-in-command disapprovingly. “I came to give her a bloody sandwich!” He reached behind him and held up a smooshed peanut butter sandwich. “She didn’t eat dinner!” He exclaimed and Alby crossed his arms frustratedly as Minho snickered. Newt sent the runner a nasty glare. “One night in the slammer, both of you!” Alby motioned for Minho to pick Newt up. “Alby! He didn’t do anything wrong!” Y/N complained and Alby gripped her small arm, dragging her out of the forest. “He was out after hours, just like you. It’s just one night shebean.”

Alby and Y/N had always gotten along. Sure, her mischievous demeanour and constant disappearing got on his nerves, but she was the only girl in the glade and brought a much needed light and perspective to the glade. He was awful protective of her and Newt really hated it somedays. The pair were thrown down into the pit of the slammer and Newt slumped down against the wall, grumbling. “I’m really sorry, Newt…” Y/N sat down in front of him, crossing her legs. “It’s just I was afraid you were Gally and I really didn’t want to get thrown into the maze again…” She trailed of sadly and the last bit hit Newt close to the heart. “And I’ve gotten you in trouble when all you were doing was coming to give me a sandwich…” She stifled a laugh as Newt held out the squished bread and she shrugged. “It’s still edible if you’re hungry.” He admitted, giggling lightly. Y/N took it from him thankfully and split it in half, handing a piece back to him. “You didn’t eat dinner either.” She raised an eyebrow and Newt could barely see her dimly lit features.

“How’d you know that?” He tilted his head in question. “Because I saw?” She said back. Newt didn’t even bother finding out more, munching down on the sandwich, not realizing just how hungry he was. Just a few moments after she finished, Y/N’s stomach grumbled, making Newt laugh. “Let’s break out and go make more.” Y/N jumped up on the dusty ground and pulled Newt up with her. “And how do you suggest we do that?” Newt stood just a little closer to her, taking in the warmth she radiated. “I have a plan!” She said as if he should’ve known. “A good plan?” He asked doubtfully. Y/N pondered for a moment and reached for Newt’s hand, guiding him towards the slammer opening. “I have a plan…” She insisted again.

Suddenly, Newt was giving her a hand up and she reached her arm through the wooden fixture, reaching around to the makeshift lock. “You’re insane. You know that?” Newt muttered as Y/N kept shifting her feet around on his hands. She was light, but her weight was finally beginning to atrophy his arms. “Obviously.” She mumbled back. For a couple more minutes, Y/N persistently muttered to herself and sighed whenever the knot wouldn’t budge. “Talking to yourself now, love?” Newt asked mockingly. Y/N  just kicked her leg back in response, bumping his chest. “Yes. It’s the only way I can be sure of intelligent conversation around here!” She forced. Finally, the leather knot that held the door came undone and Y/N pushed it open. These cells weren’t made for someone like small arms like her. Y/N clambered out excitedly and held out an arm to Newt.

“You know this is against the rules, yeah?” Newt had a little bit of fear apparent in his voice now. “Not if we don’t get caught.” Y/N shrugged and grabbed his arm, tugging him across the glade. They headed roughly in the direction of the homestead and just before they reached it, Y/N jolted back straight into Newt. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders in shock. “Just a bird…” Y/N whispered, letting out a deep breath of relief. She struggled her way out of Newt’s arms that gripped her tightly and she continued to lead him into the kitchen. The boy figured she must’ve done this plenty of times before because within three minutes she had made the sandwiches without a sound and exited the homestead without waking a single person. Sneakily, the pair rushed their way back to the slammer and tied it back up before digging into their sandwiches.

After that night in the slammer, Newt had to admit, he’d willingly take a few punches to the face and a smooshed sandwich if it meant spending that much time with her.

Dark Paradise

TITLE: Dark Paradise
AUTHOR: Pretty Dead Girl
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Jane’s cousin comes in for a visit, meeting Jane’s boyfriend Thor, as well as the rest of the Avengers; including Loki. (Who she cannot stand.) When she gets sucked into a portal to Muspelheim, she finds there is only one person who can protect her. The one who had attempted to save her.

Loki finds, something….
Mischief ensues.

Two more months had flown by. Octavia had made a calendar to keep track of the days. It wasn’t accurate, but it was close enough. She spent most of her days inside, cleaning or drawing, while Loki would go hunt and gather ingredients. Octavia, had actually figured out how to make the food taste better, and Loki was more than willing to bring her as much as she needed as long as it had some flavor. He’d even found a few peach trees a few miles away from the house, though, he was confused on how such a thing could grow in a place like this. He’d even insisted on eating the first one and waiting a while, just in case. They hadn’t been poisonous. Thankfully. 

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sedgeygrass  asked:

Hi I have a question! I'm a new gardener (I'm in high school) and I was wondering if it's bad for mushrooms to grow in my raised beds of vegetables/my potted herb plants? I'm kind of unsure about the whole thing. My mother (who admittedly is a pretty bad gardener) always grumbles and picks them out of the soil saying they're poisonous and bad, but then I see all your pictures and suddenly I'm wondering if they're actually good/neutral? Please let me know! -Emily

Mushrooms are actually a good sign in the garden! Mushrooms in the garden are usually either:

1) Saprobic, meaning they gain nutrition from breaking down organic material (this means they’re breaking material down into elements your plants can use)


2) Mycorrhizal, meaning they form symbiotic relationships with plant root systems. 95% of all plant families form mycorrhizal associations! The fungus and plants work to exchange water and nutrients and often the fungus provides an immune system for the plant, meaning it will grow healthier! Many garden soils contain mycorrhizal fungi for this reason

As well, mushrooms are known to accumulate toxins, pulling them away from your plants. One of my favorite mushrooms, the Dead Man’s Foot (Pisolithus tinctorius) contains a pigment called norbadione A. that binds to radioactive cesium, removing it from the soil. Different species accumulate different toxins. The Agaricus genus contains the most species of mushrooms that concentrate cadmium, while Oyster mushrooms (Pleurotus) concentrate the least amount of cadmium. Basically, if you live in an area with a lot of toxins, the mushrooms are doing your plants a favor. AND! If you do a soil test and you know which toxins are present in the area, you can match the appropriate mushroom species to cultivate in that area to clean up the soil. This process is called mycoremediation.

Hopefully to calm your mom’s fears of mushrooms: mushrooms can only be poisonous or harmful if eaten. Not all mushroom species are toxic, a lot are edible and tasty and some are technically edible but we just don’t eat them because they’re not very tasty. Only a handful of mushrooms are actually deadly, the rest will just give you gastrointestinal distress, and anyway most of the deadly ones are mycorhizal with certain tree species and you will NOT find them in your garden bed because they are not saprobic. For example, the Death Cap (Amanita phalloides) only forms mycorhizal associations with certain trees, meaning it will not just grow off any old decaying material and it won’t grow in a raised garden bed. 

You can’t accurately make generalizations about the safety of mushrooms because each species is so different! Honestly, this is the case for most plants but people do not make similar generalizations about plant species or regard them with similar disgust!

You should try to identify which species is growing in your garden! Then you can better understand what that fungus is doing underground to help your soil! 

Happy Birthday Avi! ~💙

A/N: Today is @avinsfu‘s birthday! To celebrate I wrote him a fic about the pairing of his choice and reasons! Hope it’s been a good one mate, and I hope you enjoy the suffering of Eden!

Mmmmmmnnnn….” Eden let out a low groan and tried to rearrange his position on the bed.

“You still feeling rough?” Jude asked, giving his boyfriend a quick tap on the cheek.

“Yeah…” Eden murmured. The two of them had meant to be having a cosy night in together – Jude didn’t have any planning he needed to do and Eden was all up to date with his assignments, but right now Eden was curled on his side, clutching his stomach and moaning slightly.

“I told you you shouldn’t have eaten that mushroom stroganoff…” Jude said, but his tone was joking as he poked Eden’s shoulder gently.

Urgh, you’re not helping Jude…” Eden groaned, curling his legs up so he was almost in the foetal position. Jude looked down at Eden, frowning, it wasn’t like him to be unresponsive to Jude’s good natured jibes; Eden’s eyes were closed and Jude tried to determine if his already pale skin was lighter than usual.

“Are you really feeling that bad?” Jude asked, dropping the pretence of jokes as he put the back of his hand to Eden’s cheek.

“I feel really sick…” Eden answered honestly, not bothering to open his eyes and look at Jude. For the past three quarters of an hour the churning sensation in Eden’s stomach had grown worse and worse until it was absolutely impossible to ignore.

“Do you want some water or anything?”

Mmmmnn…” Eden hummed lowly. “I don’t know whether it’s wise to put anything else in my stomach…”

“Okay…” Jude wracked his brain, trying to think of something else he could do that might make Eden feel better. “Shall I give you a tummy rub?”

“I… I don’t know,” Eden moaned, seemingly unwilling to release his hands from where they were on his stomach.

“Okay, just try and rest…” Jude instructed, and using two fingers he stroked gently down the side of Eden’s face. But no matter what way Eden lay he couldn’t get comfortable, and even with Jude’s fingers gently caressing the side of his face he couldn’t rest as his stomach seemed to be staging it’s own revolution inside him. He was sure he’d heated the stroganoff all the way through but it certainly wasn’t being kind to him now. He tried to push that thought out of his mind, as the mere thought of food elicited a sticky sour taste in his mouth. This was absolute torture. He wanted to cry, but if he did that then Jude really would get worried, and Eden felt like he’d brought this on himself anyway.

He couldn’t tell how long he’d been lying, trying to ignore the fact that he could feel himself sweating and hear the burbling noises emitting from his belly. It felt like hours and he couldn’t bear it. Taking a deep breath he opened his eyes and pushed himself up into a sitting position, Jude had taken his hand away as he did this, but he was still watching him very closely.

“I…” Eden started to speak, not making eye contact with Jude. “I think I need to throw up…”

“You feel like you’re going to?” Jude asked quickly, sounding instantly alarmed.

“Not quite,” Eden answered, “but I don’t think I’m gonna feel better until I get it out…” Jude gave him a long searching look, his eyebrows set in a frown, then his features softened.

“Come on then,” Jude took hold of Eden’s hand and pulled gently for him to get off the bed.

“Slower, sorry…” Eden protested, clutching his stomach protectively as Jude let him out of the bedroom and towards the bathroom. Eden’s heart was pounding as Jude put his hands onto Eden’s shoulders and steered him in the direction of the toilet. Kneeling down in front of the toilet, Eden lifted the lid of the toilet and leant forward. Jude had perched on the edge of the bath and placed a hand firmly onto Eden’s back. The sight of the water in the toilet had sent Eden’s stomach into a frenzy, churning more vigorously and he tried to prepare himself for what was about to happen.

“Take a few really deep breaths and let your body do what it needs to…” Jude comforted him, starting to rub a circle into Eden’s back to help. Eden did as instructed, trying simultaneously to think of what he’d eaten in an attempt to turn his stomach.

Hrrrrk!” The dry retch sounded painful as it scraped its way up Eden’s throat but nothing else followed.

“That’s it Eden,” Jude encouraged, rubbing a little harder on his back.

Hrrrrrk! Brrrrk!” Each heave was dry, even though Eden’s body was barrelling forward with the force, and his hands were trembling as he gripped the rim of the toilet. Tears were leaking out of the corners of Eden’s eyes as he took a rasping gasp in.

“I can’t!” He choked, sounding pained. “Nothing’s coming up!” Jude looked down at Eden, whose face was so pale it was almost looked translucent, he reached out and wiped away the tears dribbling down Eden’s cheeks.

“It’s okay,” he reassured, even though it was by no means okay. “Look, how about I try and help? If I sit behind you and press on your belly, maybe it’ll get you started?” Jude offered, his heart felt like it was tearing in two watching Eden suffer like this, and it was the only way he could think of to help.

“O – okay…” Eden stammered, swallowing hard as Jude slipped down beside him and wrapped his arm around Eden’s middle. He could feel the flesh of his abdomen puffed out as he position his hand carefully.

“Just relax, I’m going to push to see if it helps…” Jude warned as Eden refastened his grip on the rim of the toilet. Slowly Jude increased the pressure on Eden’s abdomen, able to feel the burbling upset under his hand.

Hrrrrrrrr!” Eden retched, still unproductively. “Hrrrrrbbbrrrrrruuuuupp!” A deep belch was dislodged from him and Jude released the pressure, leaning to the side to see if it had worked. But Eden was still panting heavily, Jude could feel him trembling.

“Is that helping at all?” Jude questioned quietly.

“I still… can’t get anything up…” Eden forced out, his throat sounded sore from the force of retching.

“Maybe your body isn’t ready yet…” Jude suggested.

Uuuhhhhhh…” Eden groaned and rested his head on the edge of the toilet seat. Tears were falling down Eden’s face again, but this time they were of frustration. “I can’t! I feel awful Jude…” The piteous tone in Eden’s voice again tugged at Jude’s heartstrings.

“Come here,” Jude pulled Eden away from the toilet and into his arms, holding Eden tightly even though he was shaking with quiet sobs. “Oh Eden!” Jude rocked gently back and forth, resting his chin on the top of Eden’s head.

“I… I’m sorry!” Eden said through his sobs.

“No Eden, sssshhhh ssssshhh…” Jude whispered, wishing there was something else he could do to make Eden feel better. Then he had an idea – although he wasn’t sure if it would work. “You trust me Eden, don’t you?”

“Yeah!” Eden responded instantly, still nestling his head into Jude’s solid chest.

“Right,” he unlatched Eden from where he was rested and made him lean back over the toilet. “I’m going to try something to help you feel better, just trust me okay?”

“Always…” Eden murmured, gripping the toilet at Jude’s command.

Unexpectedly Eden felt Jude’s hand snake round from behind, touching Eden’s lips and forcing them apart. Taken aback, Eden recoiled slightly, but Jude’s other hand was firm on Eden’s back to hold him in place. Jude’s fingers slipped into Eden’s mouth and towards his throat; this was a risk for Jude, but he was willing to try anything if it would make Eden feel better.

Hiibbbrrrr!” Eden’s entire body jerked forward with a gag that sounded wetter than before. “Hiccuuuuuur!!” Jude could feel saliva dripping onto his fingers, but didn’t withdraw them as it sounded like it might be working. Instead he wiggled them about inside Eden’s mouth, hoping to provoke a harsher reaction. “Huuuuuuurrrrrk!” Jude felt a slight rush of liquid coat his fingers and then heard a splash into the toilet bowl.

“That’s it!” Jude patted Eden’s back a few times, trying to wiggle his fingers around a little more as that had seemed to work.

Hiikkkkkuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrghhh!” Jude didn’t get his hand away in time as a huge heave rolled up from Eden’s gut, vomit splashed onto his bare hand as now the floodgates were open Eden was hurling the entire contents of his body into the bowl. Each heave sounded sticky, bringing mouthful after mouthful of dark puke pouring from Eden’s mouth; Jude could just make out the offending mushroom stroganoff, barely digested, as it made a repeat appearance. “Bbrrruuuhuuurrrgh!”

“Get it all out,” Jude tried to grab a piece of toilet roll to wipe the sick from his own hand, but it stuck awkwardly to the liquid coating it and he had to fight to free it. “You’ll feel better once it’s out…”

But Jude wasn’t sure whether Eden could have stopped now even if he wanted to – he was beginning to bring less and less sick up with every heave, until eventually they became dry and punctuated by a few seconds of calm.

“I… do…” Eden choked hoarsely, spitting the horrid taste out of his mouth.

“What?” Jude inquired gently.

“Feel better… already,” he replied, taking slow breaths in through his nose and reaching up his trembling hand to flush the evidence away.

“Oh good!” Jude exclaimed, relief flooding him that the technique had worked.

“Sorry about your hand…” Eden muttered quietly.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jude brushed it off; Eden suddenly leant back from the toilet, resting against Jude once again.

“I am never ever eating mushroom stroganoff again!” Eden stated firmly. Jude let out a little chuckle, and Jude would always make sure of that.


Yet another,, Avirre’thel species info dump thing. I wanted to do a shorter (it turned out to be just as long as the others, whoops) one just about their common food/diet, since I may try to start making these mostly shorter and just one topic (though I don’t think I have much left to cover anyway, since I think I’m almost through with most Important Background Establishing Info and etc.).

Though I do also go into what an average kitchen is like and some other more random vaguely food related things, it’s primarily just, about the types of things they eat. Also lol, if you’re interested in their language, when mentioning some of the names of these foods/plants/animals etc. I sometimes go into a little detail on what their names break down into (if they’re combinations of any other words) and why they’re named the way they are and etc., so kind of just by accident (aka me getting distracted rambling more than intended) there seems to be like,, an additional bit of avirrekava (the language name) talk included in here lol

The previous informational posts are-  here (link to basic outline of species), here (link to info about the land they live on) 
.. as usual info is under the read more !

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RK Round Robin Fic

Rurouni Kenshin Week, Round Robin Fic
Characters: Kenshin Himura, Kaoru Kamiya, Megumi Takani, Tsubame Sanjo 
Word count: 953
Notes: I felt like writing Kenshin POV, so here we go! Sorry in advance for the probable grammar mistakes and typos - this hasn’t been proofread and my English is not the best!

You can find @tact-and-impulse ‘s part 1 here, @awritingpen ‘s part 2 here, @kenkaya-fanworks ’s part 3 here and Mr.Fujita’s part 4 here.

This was was a really fun fic to write! Thank you for arranging this!

The clock was ticking on the wall.

Its sound was not loud, not really – but it was distinct against the constant patter of rain beating down the roof and howling of the wind. At the sidelines, the ladies were talking with soft voices, too muffled for Kenshin to make out what they were saying. However, if the intent look in Miss Kaoru’s eyes was anything to go by, she was already coming up with contingency plans for all their well-being if the hurricane wouldn’t let go soon.

Practical and kind, hard-working, tenacious…

Oh, how Kenshin admired her – even if he would never dare to say it out loud.

However, given the looks Megumi-san was shooting at him, he should join their discussion, instead of sitting by himself.

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Since becoming vegan, mushrooms have been a wonderfully fulfilling addition to my diet. Try this simple sandwich recipe with your favorite kind of mushrooms and greens!
I used the following:
2 Shiitake mushrooms sautéed with ½ chopped tomato over medium heat, seasoned with kelp (nice alternative to salt), garlic powder, and black pepper.
2 slices toasted Tuscan Pane bread.
½ avocado sliced and spread onto toast.
Spoonful of olive tapenade spread on top of avocado.
Topped with a handful of spicy spinach blend.
Made and eaten with love 💓


The consumption of psychoactive substances played a decisive part in the cultural history of Meso and South America. This so-called mushroom stone from the late pre-classical period is an impressive example of how select members of society gained access to the world of the gods by means of psychoactive substances.

The figure probably illustrates the formal fusion of the divine mushroom and the chosen person. It was made using the pecking technique, whereby a chisel made of harder stone was placed against the stone and driven by a hammering apparatus.

The figure was certainly at the centre of cult activities during which mushrooms were eaten in order to come into contact with the world of the gods.

Meso-America (El Salvador), 300 BC-250 AD

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Mushroom ID

Does anybody know what mushroom this is? I may or may not have taken a small bite of it. It didn’t do much other than make the surface of my tongue where it touched feel odd. At first I thought it was an inky cap, but it seems too robust. 



The things you have already done - bold, the things you would like to do - in italics, the rest well just leave.

01. Bought everyone in the pub a drink
02. Swam with wild dolphins
03. Climbed a mountain
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid
06. Held a tarantula
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
08. Said ‘I love you’ and meant it
09. Hugged a tree
10. Done a striptease
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun rise
15. Seen the Northern Lights
16. Gone to a huge sports game
17. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
19. Touched an iceberg
20. Slept under the stars
21. Changed a baby’s diaper
22. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon 
23. Watched a meteor shower
24. Gotten drunk on champagne
25. Given more than you can afford to charity
26. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
27. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
28. Had a food fight
29. Bet on a winning horse
30. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
31. Asked out a stranger
32. Had a snowball fight
33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier
34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
35. Held a lamb
36. Enacted a favorite fantasy
37. Taken a midnight skinny dip
38. Taken an ice cold bath
39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar
40. Seen a total eclipse
41. Ridden a roller coaster
42. Hit a home run
43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days
44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
45. Adopted an accent for an entire day
46. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
48. Had two hard drives for your computer
49. Visited all 50 states
50. Loved your job for all accounts
51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced
52. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
53. Had amazing friends
54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
55. Watched wild whales
56. Stolen a sign
57. Backpacked in Europe
58. Taken a road-trip
59. Rock climbing
60. Lied to foreign government’s official in that country to avoid notice
61. Midnight walk on the beach
62. Sky diving
63. Visited Ireland
64. Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love
65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them
66. Visited Japan
67. Benchpressed your own weight
68. Milked a cow
69. Alphabetized your records 
70. Pretended to be a superhero
71. Sung karaoke
72. Lounged around in bed all day
73. Posed nude in front of strangers
74. Scuba diving
75. Got it on to “Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye
76. Kissed in the rain
77. Played in the mud
78. Played in the rain
79. Gone to a drive-in theatre
80. Done something you should regret, but don’t regret it
81. Visited the Great Wall of China
82. Discovered that someone who’s not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog 
83. Dropped Windows in favor of something better 
84. Started a business
85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
86. Toured ancient sites
87. Taken a martial arts class
88. Swordfought for the honor of a woman
89. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight
90. Gotten married
91. Been in a movie
92. Crashed a party
93. Loved someone you shouldn’t have
94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy
95. Gotten divorced
96. Had sex at the office
97. Gone without food for 5 days
98. Made cookies from scratch
99. Won first prize in a costume contest
100. Ridden a gondola in Venice
101. Gotten a tattoo
102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on
103. Rafted the Snake River
104. Been on television news programs as an “expert”
105. Got flowers for no reason
106. Masturbated in a public place
107. Got so drunk you don’t remember anything
108. Been addicted to some form of illegal drug
109. Performed on stage
110. Been to Las Vegas
111. Recorded music
112. Eaten shark
113. Had a one-night stand
114. Gone to Thailand
115. Seen Siouxsie live
116. Bought a house
117. Been in a combat zone
118. Buried one/both of your parents
119. Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off
120. Been on a cruise ship
121. Spoken more than one language fluently
122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone
123. Bounced a cheque
124. Performed in Rocky Horror
125. Read – and understood – your credit report
126. Raised children
127. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy
128. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
129. Created and named your own constellation of stars
130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did
132. Called or written your Congress person
133. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
134. …more than once? – More than thrice?
135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking
137. Had an abortion or your female partner did
138. Had plastic surgery
139. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived.
140. Wrote articles for a large publication
141. Lost over 100 pounds
142. Held someone while they were having a flashback
143. Piloted an airplane
144. Petted a stingray
145. Broken someone’s heart
146. Helped an animal give birth
147. Been fired or laid off from a job
148. Won money on a T.V. game show
149. Broken a bone
150. Killed a human being 
151. Gone on an African photo safari
152. Ridden a motorcycle
153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100mph
154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced
155. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
157. Ridden a horse
158. Had major surgery
159. Had sex on a moving train
160. Had a snake as a pet
161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
162. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing
163. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
164. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
165. Visited all 7 continents
166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
167. Eaten kangaroo meat
168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground (wha?)
169. Been a sperm or egg donor
170. Eaten sushi
171. Had your picture in the newspaper
172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime
173. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about
174. Gotten someone fired for their actions
175. Gone back to school
176. Para-sailed
177. Changed your name
178. Petted a cockroach
179. Eaten fried green tomatoes
180. Read The Iliad
181. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read
182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them
183. …and gotten 86′ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you
184. Taught yourself an art from scratch
185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt
187. Skipped all your school reunions
188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
189. Been elected to public office
190. Written your own computer language
191. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream
192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
193. Built your own PC from parts
194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you
195. Had a booth at a street fair
196: Dyed your hair
197: Been a DJ
198: Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal
199: Written your own role playing game
200: Been arrested

baby, be the class clown (i’ll be the beauty queen in tears)

[i just wanted reluctant carmilla & kirsch having a bro moment. & a little drunk carmilla angst. but also hollstein fluff.]


baby, be the class clown (i’ll be the beauty queen in tears)


i fall apart with all my heart/ you can watch from your window
—lorde, ‘tennis court’


The one thing you’re coherently certain about is that Laura would be worried about you, but she was asleep and she doesn’t know you’re even here, so you order another double Macallan on the rocks and close your eyes at the sweet burn down your throat when you take a sip.

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You know, Matt Daddario seems like that one quirky sitcom character you never thought could be real. The one who cooked steaks at 5 in the morning, who considered a half eaten mushroom a pretty selfie, and to whom all the animals in the vicinity tended to gravitate. Who could’ve been anything but settled for the oddest of jobs just because he thought it would be fun…  

And the rest of the cast? The way they look at him with such fond expressions, as if to say, “Yeah, he’s an oddball, but we like him. And his quirks.”