At five years old, Remus Lupin was precocious. He didn’t believe in the monsters under his bed… even when the mean neighbour kids put them there. Every full moon, he would climb out of his bed, being as quiet as possible, just in case his mum or dad might hear his little feet padding across the cold wooden floorboards. His dad said that the most dangerous and deadly monsters came out on the full moon, that there were things worse than death. Remus refused to believe that anything could hurt him. His dad was the smartest man he could ever imagine, and knew every spell there was to know. His mom was the most beautiful woman in the entire world, and nothing could ever hurt her or the smile she perpetually wore. And besides, there was just… something about the full moon. The way the light was almost as powerful as the sun, but completely different. Remus would just sit there on the bay window seat for as long as he wanted, peeking through the curtains and wishing he were on that moon, swimming in the light. He knew what magic was, but this was a whole other level of it. Something even wizards as adept as his father couldn’t tame.
A shadow crossed the street. Remus blinked, and there was nothing there, but he hopped off the window anyhow. Sure, he liked to think he didn’t believe in the monsters, but he was still only five, and his heart was skipping wildly in his chest at what he thought he might have seen. He had forgotten to shut the curtain all the way, and a glimmer of moonlight slanted across the floor, lighting on his bed. He shut his eyes as he clambered back under the covers, trying to ignore the way the window creaked against a slight breeze. He didn’t want to call out to his parents because he knew that there couldn’t possibly be anything there. He curled up into a ball, tears leaking out of his eyes until he finally drifted off into sleep.
He didn’t wake up pleasantly. The thing that actually woke him was probably the snout that was grunting and snuffling up to him from the end of his bed. But the first thing he was aware of was the rancid stench of rotting meat rolling off the creature in waves. Immediately, his heart kicked its pace up, and obviously the creature sensed it. It let out a growl. Remus whimpered. Where was his father with all his spells? His mother with her smile and warm arms that chased all the bad things away? The creature moved closer, and Remus made an impulsive move, rolling out from under it and onto the floor. “DADDY!” He screeched as loudly as his little voice would allow. “HE-” But he was cut off by a body six times larger than his own slamming into him and pinning him to the floor. Claws dug into his sides, puncturing his skin. He was now crying, and all he could make out was a horrendous maw yawning above him, the rotten meat breath wafting over him as tears streamed down his face. He heard footsteps running up the stairs and over the next few years he’d think about that face and be certain that the creature had been grinning as it ripped into him.
김치 (gim-chi) Kimchi or kimchee. Traditional fermented vegetable dish often served as a side dish or cooked into the meal e.g. 김치볶음밥 (gim-chi-bokk-eum-bap) kimchi fried rice or 김치찌개 (gim-chi-jji-gae) kimchi stew.
라면 (ra-myun) Ramyun is instant noodles. You’ll see a lot of people eating these in dramas and are sold cheaply at korean markets. There are many variations of these but one you can find easily is 신라면 (shin-ra-myun), one of the most popular brands.
떡볶이 (ddeok-bokk-i) Spicy stir fried rice cakes. There isn’t really a proper translation but think of these as delicious spicy but sweet rice cakes. They’re a street food and often contain fish cakes.
불고기 (bul-go-gi) Bulgogi. Literally: fire meat. Bulgogi can be beef, pork, chicken….. It will specify on the menu. Meat is marinated then grilled. Delicious.
짜장면 (jja-jang-myun) Jjajangmyun. A Korean-Chinese black bean noodle dish. Available at Korean Chinese takeaways. This is noodles, 면 (myun) means noodles, in a thick black bean sauce with minced pork and vegetables. This is a variation of the Chinese dish zhajiangmian.
잡채 (jap-chae) Japchae. Glass noodles with mixed vegetables, sometimes with meat.
Wherever you go on earth you will find “local cuisine.” Local cuisine is often made up of local food, things that are grown or produced only in specific areas, and at the most minute level there is home cooking, recipes and specific alterations to common recipes that only exist in your family. This is the core idea of my next story. (My first story is about fetishes that i brought over from my other blog)
One day the Human crew decided to make special dishes for the rest of the crew. This idea scared most of the ship. What was acceptable Death Planet meals? Many assumed it would be bloody and gruesome, which for some of this dishes was the start, or poisonous, which the humans made sure to check food restrictions for their crew mates. Some of the humans brought on livestock, killed and cooked it in front of the crew. They claimed that the “fresher the meat is, the better it tastes.” Others brought pre-cut meats with leafy things. Some brought on weird squares that jiggled but retained their shape when it didn’t seem like it should to be able to. Lots of liquids, powder things, fruits, and leafs were brought and shared by most. Lastly, One human named Ernest, brought on a few cans. He did not labor over the flames, smoking oils, hot ovens, or boiling waters. Ernest just watched others work while he sat there with his cans.
The first was a human to make her dish was named Sophia from a country known as I-tall-ee. She made Pee-za. All the other humans seemed very excited by this, most agreed Pee-za was their favorite food. Though the crew learned rather quickly that it was very hard to decide on the makings of a Pee-za or where on the Death Planet it came from. Some argued the Pee-za from Nu Yurk was better, other said Boss-tan and Sophia said the Amerikans didn’t know what real Pee-za was. The only thing most of the humans could agree on was that it was a crime to put pineapple on Pee-za. A few of the bravest crew tried the Pee-za and enjoyed the finished item. Others of the crew were afraid to try it due to the humans arguing and joking about fighting if they liked one pee-za more than another.
After Sophia was Otgonbayar or Bay as most called them. He was from Mongo-lia. They brought mutt-on, which was butchared while the Pee-zas were made. Bay cooked chunks of meat with many liquids and spicys on a flat cooking plate. The crew was worried about the plate being so hot but were reassured that a cooking plate and an eating plate were different and they would not be getting food off the searing cooking plate. The humans all complemented Bay on the smells of the food which did seem rather good. Most of the crew was happy to sample the mutt-on.
The next Human was Suki from Ja-Pan. She prepared several meals. First was a hot liquid called Me-so soop. Many were confused that the Toe-fool in the soop did not contain the Toes of a fool, but found the soop to be tasty despite the confusing name. What bewildered most of the crew is when she made Fry Rise. It was a combination of so many things; small narrow rise grains, egs, ste-ak, vegtables, and lots of seasonings. Many of the crew enjoyed it but could not understand why anyone would traditionally eat such small food with 2 sticks.
Now came one named Robert from Arc-en-saw. He made a meal that made others wince in pain at it. It was a Cheez Borg Er wrap in Bake On. The crew who enjoyed meat loved it dearly. The other Humans warned against eating too many due to Heart attacks. That did not worry the Foorgorian crew members as they had 3 hearts.
Next came Mary from Me-he-co. She made a meal called Talko’s. Some of the crew theorized these Talko’s is what made Mary talk so much. It was served in a few ways she explained depending where in Me-he-co you live. Some cook the Shell, some leave it soft. Some roll the meats and sauces in the soft shell while others piled it on the hard shell. She had one sauce called Picko-D-Guy-o. She warned some people it was full of spices that make some men on earth cry. This scared away most of the other crew but the Bilnafs ate the sauce and literally breathed fire. They were checked into medical bay shortly after and was later cleared as ok and healthy to eat. The gooakomolaye was much better for most of the crew to eat.
Next to last came a man from Aus-tray-lee-ah named by the other humans as Auzzy. He made a Sand-Mitch, with a jelly called Vegi-might. Many of the crew were hopeful at the nutritional value of the meal as it sounded like a vitamin and that is where humans gained their strength. That was until the other humans did not wish to eat it. A few of the crew would taste it and many did not like the taste. This did not offend Auzzy, “More for Me,” he said.
Last came Earnest from a place called North-way. He held one of the cans up and a few of the other humans began to cover there face or leave the room even though the can was still closed. He explained this was a can of Pick-old Hearings, a small aquatic creature that has been preserved for months during the frozen time of year. The Crew looked on with half horror, half curiosity, as he opened the can. Some of the other humans began to gag at the simple smell of this food. It was later explained by the other humans that the Hearings are caught and put in the can with minerals that allow the creature to undergo a type of fermentation that basically is on the edge of decay and rot. It is checked by the local government agency to make sure that it is safe for human consumption, assuming that you wanted to consume it. Most of the crew was confused by this dish the most out of all the foods. Why did the other humans run out of all the foods that were presented this was the crews favorite.
For once it was the humans who were confused and a little scared as the rest of the crew hungrily attacked the remaining cans of Pick-old Hearings
Real Published Author: writing good sex in fiction is HARD. it just cannot be done, I tell you. It is very hard to make it sexy. Good sex is impossible to write!
Thousands Upon Thousands Of Fanfic Smut Writers Spanning Back Decades: … oh right yeah we don’t count because we don’t write “”“real books”“” or whatever. Have fun with your monstrous meat organs and barrel rolling breasts or fucking whatever
The ATLA AU; in which Law and Sabo are waterbenders, Ace is a firebender, and Luffy bucks the world’s expectations and is an unconventional airbender.
It’s funny how everyone considers earth to be the stubborn
As far as Trafalgar D. Water Law is concerned, air is the
most persistent son of a bitch to ever exist. And he’s only saying this because
he knows Monkey D. Luffy, Airbender and humongous pain in the ass.
Prompt 28: Noting tension between Katniss and the baker’s youngest son, carefree and mischievous Prim can’t resist pranking her annoyingly uptight and very responsible sister. [submitted by @567inpanem]
Notes: Rated All Ages, Never-reaped!Everlark, Complete.
just a little fanfiction inspired by this piece by @coconutmilkyway! it’s two a.m and i haven’t proof read this so if there are any glaring errors i apologize in advance. here it is on ao3!
Roadhog had several things come to mind when Junkrat sauntered into their hideout saying he had a surprise for him. A two-headed dingo was not one of them. He watched as the animal trotted in, both heads held high and nostrils flaring as they sniffed the unfamiliar area.
“Look at ‘er! Ain’t they a beaut hoggie?”
“Didn’t know you liked dingo meat.” Roadhog huffed and rolled his eyes under his mask when Junkrat responded with a horrified gasp.
The sound of a cock crowing pulled Claire from her restless slumber. The babe had been kicking furiously all night, keeping her just on the edge of sleep. Pushing herself out of bed, Claire reached for her robe as she walked morosely towards the kitchen.
The house was strangely silent as she meandered through, peeking her head around various doors as if expecting Minnie to just appear, suitcases packed and ready to go.
Two kitchen maids looked on in shock as Claire rounded the corner, hands rubbing delicately along her extended stomach.
“Mistress,” they both mumbled, curtseying as they continued on with their daily duties.
Something wasn’t right, Claire realised.
Finding the breakfast room set only for one, she held her breath, her brows drawing together as she glanced around the empty room.
One steaming mug of tea sat carefully on the ornate mats.
With the sun only just on the rise, Minnie had told Claire to be ready for the off as soon as dawn approached, but with her friend nowhere in sight, an unsettling feeling began to rise beneath Claire’s skin.
Sitting at the table, she poked at the feast in front of her, rolling the meat around her plate as if reorganising it might shed some clarity on the situation.
Something at the back of her mind told her that she was alone here now.
Scraping her chair back against the wooden floor, Claire left the breakfast virtually untouched as she went in search of her shoes.
Rushing out towards the stables, she hoped to find some signs of life somewhere, something to indicate where her partner in crime had scampered off to.
The horses brayed and whinnied as she walked the length of the stalls, poking her head into every box as she searched high and low without much luck. The stable towards the very end of the row, the largest –and the one that *had* housed Minnie’s horse when they had arrived– was empty.
Claire stood for a moment, mouth open and eyes wide, as she glanced into the vacant space.
The straw had been disturbed, vague hoof prints scattered the rough bedding here and there as if the mare had been rushed from her temporary lodgings.
Burying her hands in her skirts, Claire turned and briskly walked from the stables, the bottom of her dress swishing noisily against the ground as she rushed back towards the house.
Minnie was gone.
The servants, at a loss, simply milled around the entrance as Claire stomped back into the property. The head butler wrung his hands nervously as he waited for Claire to say something –but she found she was unable to speak.
“Mistress?” One of the younger girls piped up, her voice tinkling and light as she tried to get Claire’s attention.
With the door now closed behind them, Claire look back and forth between the solid oak frame and the cluster of household staff who had gathered, glancing nervously between their temporary –and heavily pregnant– mistress and back at one another.
“Can we get you something, tea –a bath perhaps?”
Claire shook her head, the shock of her abandonment beginning to wear off.
Just as she was about to answer a loud knock echoed through the noiseless halls, reverberating off the walls and causing the paintings on the closest walls to shake.
“Minnie!” Claire exclaimed, rushing towards the door, her heart picking up pace as she struggled with the doorknob.
Gripping the cool metal, she twisted, the knocking becoming more impassioned with every passing moment.
“Minnie wha-” Claire gasped, the door flying open, its hinges creaking as she took a step back. Watching, Claire viewed the figure with some trepidation as a shadow emerged from the doorway.
Light flickered across the floor, sending rare bolts of gold and illuminating the corridor as the caller revealed themselves, an angry and disappointed look crossing his otherwise soft face.
“Why, Claire?” He asked, a hint of malice in his tone and a glint of betrayal in his eyes, “why did ye do it?” –
Sighing, Jamie nuzzled against Claire, wrapping his bare leg against hers as he pulled her as close as he could get her.
“Ye always ken, lass…” he whispered, his voice fading as he rocked his hips against her arse, “how to make me feel good after a hard week.”
He hadn’t seen her for *two* weeks, but she didn’t mention his long absence, choosing instead to slide her hand along the expanse of the back of his thigh, stopping only to grip his bottom –a lustful grab that held him against her as she twisted her head so she could just about see his sleepy face out of the corner of her eye.
He felt so good, his heat coating her in a cloak of warmth. Basking in the afterglow of their intimate reunion, Claire tried not to think about the line she was skirting. All but forgotten, her mission still niggled at the back of her mind, floating to the forefront only during these quiet moments when she really wished it wouldn’t.
Neither her or Minnie had spoken in any great depth about either of their conquests. In fact it seemed that they were both actively avoiding one another.
Since her first meeting with Jamie, Claire had mostly moved into the brothel, striking a deal with the madam who owned the place and the inn below. Jamie had, unknowingly, struck up a similar deal, paying Madame Baudelaire for the privilege of full time access to Claire.
During this time the pair had grown besotted with one another.
Claire had chosen the path of least resistance. She asked nothing of Jamie other than the company of him in her bed. If he chose to share anything, then she would sit and listen –in silence.
It was unusual, though, for him to open himself up to her.
Today, however, she felt a shift in him. Whether it was the subtle, unconscious change in their relationship –a shift in trust that saw an emotional connection building through their physical one. Instead of the calm that usually surrounded them in the wee hours, Claire sensed a nervous energy in Jamie as he debated internally with himself.
“Murtagh doesna think this wise,” he mumbled, to himself more than to Claire, “maybe I’m foolish…but I dinna care.”
Silence encased them once more as Claire waited for him to pluck up the courage. Acting as though she hadn’t heard his monologue, she slipped her foot between his calves and massaged his skin with her toes. Feeling the prickly hairs that lined his ankles, Claire smiled as she felt his heart pick up pace, the steady beat of it vibrating through her back where his chest lay softly against her.
“I thought dealing wi’ royalty would be hard, aye…” he began, not fully explaining himself before continuing, not waiting for Claire to ask for clarity, “but it’s truly testing my patience.”
Cursing in Gaelic, he took a deep breath and pulled himself from the small cot. Pacing in front of her, he ruffled his hair, turning away so that his hunched back faced Claire.
Pulling the sheet up, Claire covered her breasts and pushed herself up on her elbow.
“I’m a man of my word, ken. But Charles is skirting a line I dinna ken if I can cross.”
“Come back to bed, Jamie.” Claire pleaded, half hoping that he would ignore her request and continue. Finally he was opening himself up to her, giving the information that she was *supposed* to be collecting.
“He’s a fool, Claire. And he’s making a fool o’ us.”
“I’m sae sorry, yer right.” he sighed, his shoulders drooping as he turned back, his mouth downcast. “I dinna know what I was thinking, talking to a hoor…”
Claire’s heart plummeted. Her cheeks flooding with colour as his words hit her square in the chest. Tearing herself from the bed, she pulled her robe from the chair and curled herself into the small seat, holding her knees to her chest as she desperately tried to hold back her tears.
That’s what she was to him. That was *all* she was, she realised.
“Claire,” Jamie began, his anguished haze fading as he noticed the moisture flooding Claire’s eyes. He watched as she closed herself off from him, folding herself inwards as she tried to shrink away. “I shouldna–”
“No,” she interjected, her tone harsh, “you’re right. You shouldn’t tell me anything, Mr Fraser. This is a business arrangement after all, and I *am* a prostitute.”
Twisting her head away, Claire moved so that she could no longer see Jamie, her ribs cracking –metaphorically– under the pressure of the truth he’d so callously leveled at her. In her head she knew that she wasn’t a whore, but the vocalisation of the position which she’d put herself in suddenly made her feel incredibly filthy. The dirt clung to her skin, making Claire feel as though she hadn’t washed in weeks.
Jamie, his mind in just as many pieces as Claire’s, moved silently behind her. Reaching his fingers out to twist in a loose lock of her hair as he tried to bridge the gap he’d forced between them.
“Mo nighean donn…” he whispered, his voice wavering as he caught a glimpse of Claire’s damp cheeks.
“W-what does that mean?” Claire returned, sadness lacing her tone as she tried to hold herself together.
“My brown haired lass.”
His translation soothed her aching wounds, extinguishing the flames that licked at her battered soul. “Brown? A dull colour, I’ve always thought.”
“Nah,” Jamie replied, spurred on by her responsiveness. Growing more confident, he moved his fingers down her neck, sweeping them gently over her skin. “No’ dull at all. It’s like the water in a burn, the way it ruffles down the rocks…”
“You don’t need to sweet-talk me, Jamie,” Claire breathed, the air catching in her throat as she turned to face him once more, “we both know what this is. What it is between you and I.”
“Nay, Claire. I shouldna have disrespected you so.”
Gathering her clothes from the floor, Jamie turned the chair around, using all of his strength to get her to face him.
Her eyes were rimmed pink, her nose tinted red from where she’d been crying. His heart shattered as he carefully dressed her.
Claire sat and let him do as he pleased, her chest hollow as she focused on his large hands against her. He was so gentle with her, his fingers brushed so finely against her as he tied the laces of her corset.
She didn’t even question him as he slid his hands under her knees and cradled her against his chest.
They left the brothel in silence, Claire’s head laid against Jamie’s collarbone. For now she just wanted to lose herself in him, so much so that she didn’t even ask where he was taking her –she simply let him take her.
It was only as the carriage he’d placed her in took a particularly hard corner, her head bobbing harshly against the velvet headrest, that she came round enough to realise that they were no longer in her quarters.
“Where are you taking me?” She finally asked, her tone showing only a slight interest.
“To my home, Claire.” Jamie replied, his lips twitching into an almost smile as the horse came to a stop outside a particularly elegant property in one of the nicer areas of Paris.
“Do you like it?” Jamie perked up, seeing a look of wonder cross Claire’s face.
“It’s very –regal, Jamie.” She replied, energy coursing through her veins once more. “Are you sure you want me here?”
Scoffing, Jamie took her by the hand, leading her carefully from the small carriage and escorting her to the ornate front door. “Dinna be soft, Claire. O’ course I want ye here. You dinna ken how much I’ve wanted to see you in my home…in my bed.” He whispered the last one into her ear as he nipped at her lobe.
Wrapping his arm around her waist, Jamie led her through the long dining room and up the spiral staircase, pointing out rooms as they went.
“Do ye like it?” He asked, a coy smiling gracing his face as his eyes twinkled.
He genuinely cared what she thought. It tugged at her, nudging the small voice that was warning her not to get too close to him.
Too late, a larger part of her sighed, internally. Far too late.
“It’s beautiful, Jamie.”
Opening the door at the top of the stairs, Jamie pushed his way inside, standing almost on his tiptoes as he watched Claire’s eye widen.
His bed was huge.
A four-poster with such finely carved details and neatly hung lace.
“Oh…my…” Claire whispered, her jaw hanging open as Jamie slid himself closer, his hands exploring the exposed skin of her chest as he fingered the laces he’d tied only minutes before.
“Ye belong here, Claire. Wi’ me.” He said, his voice high as he tried to control his raging emotions.
Flattening his palm over the arch of her bosom, Jamie rolling his hand down her chest, along her belly and down until it rested just over her pelvis.
Cupping his hand over the ruffles in her skirts he ran his nose through her hair line until his lips came to rest against her ear.
“I’ve tried to reason wi’ yer mistress, Claire,” he began, an air of wishful thinking flowing through the air as he spoke, “but she isna having any of it. Ye ken, now, that I would do anything –pay any price– to have ye wi’ me always. I dinna care about Charlie or the rebellion, no’ anymore. But she willna budge.”
Claire stayed quiet, nerves fluttering in her tummy, knowing full well that his mission to acquire her freedom was a fool’s errand.
Scrunching up the material of her skirt, Jamie closed his eyes and sighed.
“…If I get ye wi’ child, Claire…” he continued, his heart racing in time with hers, “she’ll have no choice but to let ye come to me.”
Claire’s breathing almost stopped as the words swilled around her head. Counting backwards, she tried to recall her last courses. Her last meal sat heavy in her stomach, the feel of it suddenly unwelcome as the realisation dawned on her.
She was *never* late. She never missed a month in all the time she’d been a woman. But now, it must have been one –if not two months with no monthly courses.
“Dinna fash, Claire,” Jamie sighed, falsely assuming Claire’s tense mood was in relation to a confrontation with Mistress Baudelaire over ownership rights, “I’ll make sure yer safe, I promise ye.”
Swallowing back the bile that had made its way along her aesophogos, Claire allowed Jamie to lay her against the soft sheets, her eyes glassy and her knees shaking as he steadily undressed her once more, baring every inch of her pale skin to him as he placed one hand either side of her head and lay over her.
Nose to nose, he reached down to undo his kilt, pulling it over their heads to shield them from the bright candlelight of the master bedroom.
“Ye will be mine, Claire. I’m certain of it…” he whispered, sheathing himself inside her in one smooth movement, bringing to life Claire’s once numb body as their hips met.
Hers, flat –for now– shuddered as she felt the familiar pulse of lust as it emanated from the centre of her outwards. She barely remained lucid as the undercurrent of their connection held her staunchly to the earth as –for the first time– he made love to her.
The delicate sweep of his hips lulled her into a sort of hazy, passionate slumber as she closed her eyes and let the feelings of desire and longing course through her body. Set ablaze by Jamie’s body, Claire cried out as an immense tingling sensation took root. The muscles of her thighs clenched and loosened, her heart stuttering in her chest as her hands –balled into fists at his back– held him so close to her chest.
Jamie panted through it, dazed and confused as similar sensations shot through him. Lying together, he collected Claire against him as he fell onto his side, clasping his hand into the loose damp curls at the nape of her neck.
Letting her guard down for the moment, Claire fell into an easy slumber, the soft rise and fall of Jamie’s chest rocking her to sleep.
Maneuvering his hand, Jamie laid his full palm over the incline of Claire’s arse, cupping her lightly as he joined her in unconsciousness. His soft puffs of breath fluttered against her cheek, making her lips twitching into a smile as she slept, comforted –unconsciously– by his physical presence.
“I love ye, Claire,” Jamie sighed, his heart full as he whispered into the darkness, “I canna tell ye whilst ye wake –our situation being as it is– but I do, sae much.”
As the last candle fluttered and burnt out, completely encasing the lovers in darkness, Claire twitched, her toes curling as she burrowed closer to Jamie.
Unbeknownst to him, she had heard every word.
“I love ye so much, Claire. So much I can barely breathe….”
She waited until the wee hours to make her move, slipping free of his arms as she gathered her clothes and dressed silently.
Holding her cloak tightly around her shoulders, her fingers shaking with the pressure that had built up across her chest, she turned to look at him one last time.
Tears stained her cheeks as she bit her lip, anguish coating her tongue as she whispered almost inaudibly into the large room.
⋆✵ If you’re in need of some vegan inspiration or motivation, here is a list of my 101 reasons to go (and stay) vegan in 2017! ✵⋆
1: if you are already against violence and the exploitation of others, going vegan means you live your values and practise what you preach 2: the largest, oldest & foremost authority on diet & nutrition confirms that humans do not need to eat animal products to survive & thrive 3: if you consider yourself an environmentalist, omitting animal products is one of the best things you can do for the planet’s wellbeing 4: you’ll be part of the fastest growing lifestyle movement ever, it’s thrilling to be included in something that’s snowballing so quickly 5: there are now vegan versions of almost all our favourite foods, including chicken nuggets, meat pies, sausage rolls, ice cream and pizzas 6: veganism isn’t just for animal rights - Human Rights Watch describe slaughterhouse work as a ‘systematic human rights violation’ 7: you’ll be freed from making subconscious justifications to yourself that don’t make sense (to feel better for enabling animal suffering) 8: standing up for animals with your everyday choices and knowing you’re actively making a difference can be extremely empowering 9: you may be inspired to go and volunteer at shelters or sanctuaries to meet and help animals the animals you are saving 1st hand 10: many popular snacks available in supermarkets are accidentally vegan - you don’t have to say goodbye to all your fave biscuits & sweets! 11: right now, veganism is now more accessible, easy & mainstream than ever before, and by joining the movment, things will only get better! 12: dairy is one of the worst foods for our skin, so many people notice that their acne or eczema improves massively after going vegan 13: once you learn how to perfect the art of cooking and preparing tofu, it is the gift that just keeps on giving. So versatile & delicious! 14: you will learn not to discriminate between animal species, and take a stand against ALL unnecessary cruelty & exploitation everywhere 15: you’ll learn labels like free range are senseless as long as NO suffering/exploitation is preferable to reduced suffering/exploitation 16: most restaurants now typically have AT LEAST one vegan option, so eating out with friends is not as tricky as you might have thought! 17: different sources calculate that every year each vegan saves between 198 and 365 animal lives (including land & marine species) 18: the chances of getting food poisoning and food borne diseases may decrease significantly 19: if you’re reading this, that means you are not a baby calf, so there is absolutely no need to be drinking breast milk from a mother cow 20: antibiotics in the meat industry are responsible for drug resistant bacteria, eating meat may increase risk of exposure to this bacteria 21: a healthy vegan diet can help prevent the majority of cardiovascular diseases 22: we desperately need to stop eating fish, if we don’t, we could see entirely depleted, fishless oceans as early as 2048 23: vegan food is versatile, affordable, colourful, filling & delicious - not “rabbit food” as some ignorant people say 24: according to the Heart and Stroke Foundation, eating a vegan diet is an effective way to lower your risk of strokes 25: you can happily bite into a big, delicious burger without the worry of chomping on a piece of fatty gristle or sinew! 26: even unhealthy vegan food usually isn’t AS bad as animal junk foods -you can typically eat MORE of the foods you like & still feel good! 27: chances are you’re lactose intolerant whether you’re aware of it or not & will feel far less heavy, bloated & gassy by giving up dairy 28: a plant-based diet is an internal deoderizer - eating vegan can actually change and improve bad body odour 29: veganism (especially vegan activism) can give your life a massive sense of purpose, it feels utterly amazing to help and save others 30: if you love wild/exotic animals, you should be vegan - animal agriculture is the leading cause of habitat loss and species extinction 31: when you meet a fellow vegan, you often instantly feel this wonderful connection & understanding and have so much to talk about! 32: you can take part in single issue campaigns (Sea World, fur, etc.) without seeming hypocritical - ALL animals need freedom from harm 33: a vegan requires only 1/18th of the land needed to grow crops to feed to livestock to sustain a meat-lover’s diet -we save so much land! 34: just bc we CAN digest meat doesn’t mean we SHOULD, that we’re “meant” to eat it, or that it’s good for us! just look at our physiology! 35: alpro and oatly chocolate milks are absolutely heavenly, and don’t make you feel sick like cow chocolate milk does! 36: faux fur and faux leather look and feel just like the real thing 37: going vegan reduces your carbon footprint significantly more than giving up driving a car does 38: vegan restaurants are creative & use ingredients I’d never even heard of as an omni - I’d never have tried jackfruit, tempeh or seitan! 39: the vegan community can be massively helpful, friendly and supportive, you could make so many new like-minded friends! 40: vegetarianism is not enough, the egg & dairy industries have practises and elements as cruel as (if not crueller than) the meat industry 41: waking up in the morning feeling passionate about a cause that you can help every day might be the closest you feel to being a superhero 42: you will be boycotting the destruction of the Amazon Rainforest, up to 91% of the destruction has been caused by animal agriculture 43: you’ll learn that a lot of the joy & pleasure from food comes from seasoning & preparation, not from whether it’s an animal or a plant 44: going to protests, demonstrations, vigils & marches is so exhilarating and really affirms how you are part of a social justice movement 45: veganism might help you grow into a more compassionate and understanding person as a whole, not just towards animals 46: eating meat can harm native carnivores that are killed to protect animal agribusiness, such as seals in Scotland and wolves in America 47: if you don’t need animal products to live a happy, healthy & comfortable life, there is simply no valid reason to keep on consuming them 48: people of colour, undocumented workers, immigrants and impoverished people are the ones most harmed by animal agribusiness 49: each vegan produces the equivalent of 50% less carbon dioxide than a meat lover 50: we absolutely do not require dead animals to get enough protein - ask Patrik Baboumian or any other vegan muscle man! 51: there is 0 cholesterol in plant food, our body makes its own natural cholesterol, & animal products just give us an excess we don’t need 52: going against the grain CAN be intimidating but straying from the 97%, unlearning twisted social norms & not being a sheep is liberating 53: most of us consider ourselves animal lovers, and going vegan aligns our actions with our beliefs: that animal abuse is wrong 54: you’ll learn to love, appreciate and rediscover vegetables which you may have only seen as a spare ingredient or overlooked before 55: a vegan diet has been called “a weapon against Type 2 diabetes” 56: there are plenty of vegan meal plans online for whatever you require: cheap meals, raw meals, high protein meals, gluten free meals, etc 57: with any given area of land, you can produce 15x as much plant protein on that land compared to animal protein 58: when you go vegan you omit food which is proven to be carcinogenic - processed meats “cause cancer” & red meats “probably cause cancer” 59: the more people that request vegan options at shops and restaurants, the larger the variety of options will become in the near future! 60: going vegan could help you fall in love with cooking as you experiment with new ingredients and methods 61: meat from diseased animals is sold to consumers (activists often film animals w tumours, infections & skin diseases in slaughter trucks) 62: there is so much to LEARN about the animal agriculture industry and the vegan movement, it’s exciting to get educated 63: we are not all rich, pretentious, white hipsters who live off kale and organic pine nuts, we are regular people -help break stereotypes! 64: depending on what type of meat you were eating, it probably had animal faeces in it 65: most vegans gain a more spiritual and wise understanding of our fellow animals once we stop using them for pleasure 66: eating red meat can weaken your immune system, so by cutting it out, you may get sick less 67: vegans use 1/11th of the oil and 1/13th of the water needed to sustain a meat-lover’s diet 68: non-vegans rarely consider the vegan option on menus -when you eat out you may end up eating things you may never have previously tried! 69: …some people claim that vegans are better in bed 70: every day, each vegan saves 1,100 gallons of water, 45 pounds of grain, and 30 sq feet of forested land 71: vegan athletes and body builders are living proof that you don’t need animal protein for human body peak performance 72: adopting pets from shelters instead of buying from breeders is an amazing feeling - literally giving an animal a second chance at life 73: not eating fish saves whales/dolphins; for every 1lb of “edible” fish caught up to 5lbs of other marine species are killed accidentally 74: a healthy digestive system free from animal products should not be underestimated! SHOUT-OUT TO REGULAR & HEALTHY POOING! 75: animal bodies are not ours to needlessly use, not matter how “humanely” we think our methods might be, their bodies are THEIRS, not ours 76: most plant foods are sustainable, for example, 1.5 acres of land can produce 37,000lbs of plant-based food, but only 375lbs of meat 77: contrary to misinformed belief, a vegan diet can be cheaper than an omnivorous one. the cheapest food staples in the world are all vegan 78: people who previously suffered from migraines could find that veganism alleviates their symptoms 79: pleasure is derived from many places, but pleasure, whether from food, fashion or entertainment, should never come from an animal’s pain 80: veganism means your compassion is not selective, it shows you care for ALL sentient creatures, even if they’re not rare, cute, or exotic 81: the amount of water wasted by running a shower for 4 hrs straight = the amount of the water needed to produce 1 hamburger (660 gallons) 82: veganism removes you from the imbalance of impoverished countries feeding their grain to fatten animals to be killed for wealthy people 83: veganism usually means your consumption of fibre & healthy fats increases, which aids healthy digestive system & general improved health 84: a vegan only needs 1/13th of the water needed to sustain a meat-lover’s diet 85: meat/dairy contains lots of saturated fat, even if you don’t follow a v healthy vegan diet, you’re likely to be consuming less “bad” fat 86: you learn a new level of selflessness, despite all the personal benefits, we’re in it for the animals and the planet -not just ourselves 87: if you eat a balanced vegan diet then your energy levels could be raised and you’ll feel great 88: people have literally been murdered for campaigning for animal rights, we must honour their lives by keeping up the fight 89: plant based foods provide various phytochemicals which help prevent and heal the body from cancer 90: it’s liberating no longer having to lie to yourself when faced with the similarities between livestock & pets -bye cognitive dissonance! 91: studies indicate that those who follow a vegan diet can have a lower mortality rate 92: consuming dairy may lead to breast lump development - countries will little animal product consumption have lower rates of breast cancer 93: 1/3rd of the planet’s land is now desertified, and animal agriculture is the leading driver 94: vegans can actually get a more complete diet than before bc they can be more nutritionally aware/know specifically where to find things 95: you’re free to meet and pet livestock animals you may encounter on your travels without any nagging guilt that comes from hurting them 96: it’s easy to research and replace your toiletries and cosmetics with versions not tested on animals 97: it’s easier than ever to get involved with save movements where you meet activists who will make you feel more passionate than ever 98: we each have an unwritten responsibility to try and not to unnecessary harm others, and veganism reduces harm in multiple ways 99: as well as feeling empowered, you will feel humbled, realising you are not entitled to another being’s body simply based on your species 100: it’s not a fad diet, it’s a whole new lifestyle, it’s a change of heart, and a rewiring of the brain. it is enlightening 101: veganism isn’t a sacrifice, it’s a joy
A/N: Hey guys! This is my very first fanfic, hope you guys like it. The fanfic takes place in The Goblet of Fire and feel free to request. For now, I’m only going to accept Fred and George requests. Make sure to vote and requests are open! :^)
My breath hitched.
My heart beat faster.
My eyes widened and my jaw dropped.
There I saw the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen; The woman I’ve been madly in love with.
(Y/N) was a girl from my year. A girl that I find myself slowly falling for whenever I see a glimpse of her beauty and when I started getting to know who she really is.
was sorted into Ravenclaw in our 1st year whilst I was sorted into Gryffindor. At first, I didn’t really care about it because I used to think of her as just another student in Hogwarts when in reality she’s more than that. The day I first talked to her was in the library when I decided to sit next to her whilst she was doing her homework in Transfiguration whilst I do mine. Whilst I was doing my homework, I accidentally nudged the bottle of ink which spilled black ink on her paper.
“Oh crap! I’m so so sorry” I apologized picking up the bottle and trying my best to stop the ink from going to her parchment paper but, I made it worse.
She sighed. Frustration and anger showed on her face. She looks like she will punch me in the face any second for what I just did.
“I’m very very so-”
“It’s fine. Just be more careful if you don’t want me to punch you” she said making me chuckle.
“I’m George Weasley”
“I know. You’re the other half of the Weasley twins famous for your pranks”
“How’d you know? So what do you think about our pranks?” I said. A smirk growing on my face.
“Well, obviously I’ve seen some of your pranks and I can overhear girls blabber on how great you and Fred are and how you guys were a hot piece of meat.” she replied rolling her eyes at the last sentence. “oh and the pranks? I’d say I’m impressed about how you guys could think of such ridiculous pranks and manage to not get caught” she added.
“Right they are,” I said winking making her roll her eyes and laugh.
“What? Don’t you agree with them Ms? what’s your name?” I said.
“My name’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and no, I don’t agree with them” she replied smiling a bit.
We then continued our conversation; talking about our lives, interests, and sharing lots of banter. This soon develops a close friendship between us despite our differences.
Days, weeks, months, years, have passed. I started to feel something different when I’m with her. My heart beats faster when I stare deep in her (Y/E/C) orbs or by just simply glancing at her. The atmosphere changes whenever we talk to each other–feeling like it’s only the two of us in the room. The sadness I feel whenever she doesn’t go to our meeting spot in the library.
That’s when I realize
That I’m head over heels for (Y/N).
I fell in love with her personality, her beauty, and her imperfections. Everything about her just seems perfect.
Now fast forward to the present.
The day of our Yule Ball.
I still can’t believe though that I had the balls to ask her out. Although I did say that I’ll only go with her as “friends” since I fear that she finds out I like her and that will ruin our friendship.
She did say yes so the nervousness kind of lessened. My thoughts were cut off when my eyes laid on a particular person.
My breath hitched.
My heart beat faster.
My eyes widened and my jaw dropped.
There I saw the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen; The woman I’ve been madly in love with.
(Y/N) (Y/L/N) entered the room. Slowly capturing lots of people’s attention. Men’s eyes were widened and shocked by her beauty whilst some women gave glares and some gave her compliments as she replies a simple nod or a thank you to each of them.
bloody hell, she’s breathtaking.
As she started walking near me, my eyes locked with hers.
Finally, she stands in front of me with a smile plastered on her face.
Today she looked different–in a good way.
She was wearing a blue, off-shoulder ball gown to represent her house color. She wore light makeup and ditched her eyeglasses. Her (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) was styled into a fancy bun. A few strands were left. (sorry if you have short hair)
“hey,” she said breaking me in my trance.
“why hello m’lady,” I said trying to sound confident as possible to hide my nervousness.
“hello handsome,” she said with the same confidence.
“s-so u-uh want a d-drink?” I said with my confidence crumbling into pieces.
“Is the George Weasley stuttering? Wow. First time to ever hear you like that” she said chuckling.
“Oh shut up” I replied laughing as I started to feel my cheeks heat up.
“Sure. I’d love something to drink” she said.
I walked away and when I started blending in the crowd, my speed gradually increased and finally arrived at the table filled with food. I poured wine to two glasses then I felt a weight on my shoulder causing some of the wine to spill.
“Georgie! A beautiful date you got there. Finally got the balls to ask her out, eh?” Fred said
“Oh shut up. I asked her out as ‘friends’” I replied.
Fred groaned and said
“Merlin’s beard George! You have got to ask her out on an ‘actual’ date before someone does. With that beauty and personality, I’m pretty sure a lot of men are willing to ask her out someday if you won’t ask her”
Fred’s right. Just when I left grabbing a drink I saw a guy from Durmstrang flirting with her. I felt a sudden wave of pain when I saw this. I’ve always hated that feeling–the jealousy and pain I feel whenever I see her chat with boys and even sometimes she’s oblivious when the guy he’s talking to flirt with her.
“You’re right, Freddie” I sighed.
“Now don’t just stand here like a wuss! Stop wussing out! Go and get her, Georgie!” Fred said pushing me lightly.
“Alright, alright, I will,” I said and went back to
I went to her and spotted her by herself. I rushed to her and gave her the glass of wine. She thanked me and took a sip.
The ceremony soon started and soon enough we all started dancing to the music with our partners. The music finally ended and was replaced by a slower one.
I placed both of my hands on her hips whilst her hands moved to my shoulders. Her touch lingering, sending shivers down my spine and making my heart beat faster. Our foreheads touched as we slowly sway to the music.
“Had fun tonight?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said.
We continue to dance in an uncomfortable silence.
“Come with me,” I said breaking the ice.
“Come with me” I repeated.
“Somewhere else,” I said and offered her my hand.
She took it and we both leave the room.
We both ran down the halls of Hogwarts with
“George slow down! It’s not easy to run with heels you know!” (Y/N) panted.
“Sorry!” I said slowing down my pace.
We then finally arrived at our destination: The Astronomy Tower.
I heard a gasp behind me so I looked at (Y/N)’s astonish face as she slowly walked next to me.
The view from the Astronomy Tower was fascinating. The moon illuminated in the sky along with the stars and there weren’t many clouds.
I glanced back at
(Y/N) and the first thing that I noticed was how her eyes sparkled in the moonlight. Her nose was in a shade of red and so are her cheeks due to the cold breeze. Her skin illuminated in the moonlight. And those lips that are tinted in a light shade of pink. Looked so soft and kissable.
All I can say is that she’s way more beautiful compared to the view.
“So, why’d you bring me here?” she asked breaking my trance.
That’s when the nervousness came back. The same amount of nervousness when I asked her out to the Yule Ball. What should I do? Should I kiss her already? Should I make a long sweet message? Or should I- Oh no word vomit.
“I l-like y-y-you,” I said.
“What?” She asked in shock.
“I l-l-like y-y-you. I’ve always had. Ever since I spilled ink on your homework. I love everything about you. Your eyes, your hair, your smile, your laugh, and even your imperfection. Basically everything about you. I know this sounds so cheesy and all but a day without you feels blue.” I said.
She stood there. Her cheeks got redder and her smile was gone.
“I know you probably don’t like me back and I’m pretty sure I look like an idiot but I hope this won’t end our friendship” I replied. I felt a tear fell down my cheek and my heart breaking.
Soon enough I was crying. In front of the girl that I love.
I felt embarrassed and my legs felt week. I fell on my knees as I felt her stare at me.
She came near me and sat next to me. She made me look at me by grabbing my chin with her thumb and index finger. She wiped the tears falling from my face and I felt her forehead against mine.
“I,” she said as she came nearer.
“love,” she said. Our lips centimeters away.
“you” she whispered.
I crashed my lips to her soft ones and it was the best feeling I have ever felt. I finally got to kissed the girl that I love. The kiss was cut off when we heard someone cheered from the back.
“WOOH YEAH GET SOME GEORGIE!” we heard Fred’s voice.
“Oh piss off!” I shouted looking at
whose face is red.
“So, date at Three Broomsticks next week?”
“absolutely,” she said.
“best. day. ever” she said.
“not only did I get to wear this beautiful dress and get to kiss you, I get to see you cry too!” she added laughing.
“I bet Kageyama can’t smile, ” the voice comes from next to him and Tsukishima turns to see Hinata talking to Yamaguchi.
“I think it’s just that his smile doesn’t look like a smile cause he frowns while doing it,” Yamaguchi replies with a quiet laugh.
“How much do you bet?” He interrupts their conversation, getting two pairs of wide eyes staring back at him.
He watches Hinata discuss something with Yamaguchi for a seconds before saying, “Two meat buns!”
Tsukishima rolls his eyes, having excepted at least some money but this was fine. The satisfaction of winning a bet was enough for him. He stands up, telling the two to ‘wait here’ while he goes over to Kageyama and grabs his jacket. “Tobio, I need to talk to you for a moment,” he says while dragging him out of the gym, right next to the door where no one can see them. If he did this with an audience, he had no doubt Kageyama would be too embarrassed to smile properly but out here…
“What did you want to talk about-” Kageyama starts but Tsukishima chooses that moment to kiss him, long and deep complete with hands cupping his face gently. He feels how stiff Kageyama is at first but once he introduces his tongue into the equation, he just melts against him, sighing softly and pulling Tsukishima closer. About a minute later, he reluctantly pulls away when he remembers that he has a bet to win.
“You looked really good during practice today and I wanted to kiss you,” Tsukishima explains, with a rare smile of his own. Kageyama had just been blushing a little but after hearing those words, a full, real smile spreads across his face, the kind only Tsukishima can pull out of him.
While he’s like that, Tsukishima quickly pulls Kageyama back into the gym and smirks as Hinata starts yelling in shock, “Gwaah I don’t believe it Kageyama’s smiling?!! How?! What did you do to him?!”
Tsukishima just grins as he walks by themselves and says smoothly, “I’m looking forward to those meat buns, Hinata.”
And then he hears another yell, “Did you make a bet about me?!! Hinata, dumbass!!!” He turns to see Kageyama chasing Hinata around, his face set back into its usual glare. Oh well, the smile was nice while it lasted.