Fruit breakfast is the best breakfast! 💜💙 My favourite meals lately have been grapes or simple smoothies with berries and bananas. I try to stick to fruit during the day, but am still flexible if I want to try something else. 🤗
Okay but the height of chowder’s happy jump confirms something we’ve all bee thinking right? Junior national gymnastics champiom chowder. He had to quit because his hockey team wouldn’t let him attend morning practises for both on alternate mornings. He still trains his flexibility and can walk aroumd the haus on his hands. He does his favourite ever simple floor routine on the grass outside thr haus every time he gets buzzed. Sometimes the lax bros stay out on their front veranda to watch “that weird hockey dude” do flips.
Slowly, slowly, he steps aside. You wave your group though the doors, nod as he makes the ‘I’m watching you’ gesture (you’d expect nothing less), and step through.
You spend four days in the library. Well. You spend four days-worth of hours in the library, only seven or so of which really pass. The books you sought were deep, deep in the library indeed.
It’s Not-Jenna who finds the treatise, though you think she might not have done it on purpose. She was trailing her hands along the spines of the books you’d all already looked at, and knocked the last in the row off the table. She’d bent to retrieve it, and found herself at eye level with the tome.
(It really is a good thing you’re so deep- the squawk she’d let out would have been enough to have you evicted, had a librarian heard it.)
As it is, it took Not-Jenna finding it, and Cat-Eyes to navigate the spell work keeping it on the shelf. You ended up having to pluck it out while Thirteen used a rolled up magazine to beat back the grasping tendrils that kept reaching for it until Not-Jenna and Cat-Eyes could find a different book of the same size to give to them.
You were all quite glad to retreat to the library’s cafe, after that.
At age 18, Yuri Plisetsky certainly expected to be back at
his fourth consecutive Grand Prix Final since making his senior debut. As the
current defending three-time gold medalist, he has a title to uphold after all.
So needless to say, Yuri certainly belongedon the side of the rink watching
the free-skate unfold beside the rest of the GPF finalists – the problem was,
he wasn’t actually one of them. Yuri’s pretty the ISU would have disqualified
him as early as the five month mark when he started showing – now that he’s a
healthy eight months and some change into his pregnancy, he’s quite sure his
globe of a belly would get in the way of some of the more technical
requirements involved in his free-skate routine.
So, I was thinking about the Teen Titans cartoon today, and came to a realization: each Titan has their own unique fighting style, and it’s pretty consistent throughout the series.
Beast Boy’s is obvious: liberal shapeshifting, followed by usage of his current form’s primary offensive tactic, with a noted preference for large mammals.
Robin’s is also obvious, as he fights exactly the way you’d expect from an acrobat-turned-martial artist, that is, quick strikes, high kicks, and evasions that take full advantage of his agility and flexibility.
Still fairly obvious is Starfire’s, who is an artillerist, so she likes to hang back and shoot starbolts from a distance. However, should she end up in melee, she’s not totally helpless: being a princess from a warrior culture wherein rulers may be subjected to trial by combat, she couldn’t not have some technical skills, and indeed, if an opponent gets close to her, she tends to judo throw them before retreating to continue fire. Kicking is rare, but not unheard of from her, as both the first chronological and first broadcast episodes demonstrate. Most of the time when she actually strikes an opponent, she uses her fists after charging through the air.
Getting less obvious now is Cyborg’s style. You see, he too is (primarily) an artillerist. Unlike Starfire, however, he never received any formal combat training, so when he gets into melee, he grapples, throws wild haymakers, and never kicks. The few times we see him use his feet in combat, he is on his back, pinned by his opponent, making his usage of them throws rather than strikes. In other words, everything he learned about fighting, he learned from getting into brawls.
The one that surprised me was Raven. I’d expected her to be an artillerist as well, but no. Most of the time when she uses her magic in combat, she’s either picking up a big, heavy object with which to hit people, or shielding herself. Even more surprisingly, when she does fight hand-to-hand, she does so with technical skill, indicating formal training of some sort. Unlike Robin and Starfire, however, her style is open-fisted; also, it employs kicks less often than Robin’s, more often than Starfire’s. Basically, Raven fights like a magical Spartan who encountered Eastern martial arts and thought, “You know, I could use this,” and then proceeded to do so.
TL;DR If the Titans were completely depowered and the average person met them in a dark alley, Beast Boy could be tossed into the dumpster with ease, Cyborg would give as good as he got, Starfire would flip her opponent on their back and take the opportunity to skedaddle, and Robin and Raven would Fuck Their Shit Up.
vader: he can’t really train his body, like, at all, so he simply meditates or practices his lightsaber moves. sometimes joins the dance classes.
sidious: aqua sports or zumba. why work out when you’re the most powerful sith lord ever? haven’t you seen this old bastard flip around like a maniac?
maul: practices martial arts for cardio and does strength exercises such as push-ups that don’t require machinery (so he doesn’t have to be near everyone else). will do yoga on his days off, and is very bendy.
savage: muscle training 24/7. if all the machines are taken, savage will literally push someone off of theirs and take it. whenever he does laps around the gym for cardio, everyone clears off the tracks. he tackled the last guy that was in his way, which was about as pleasant as getting smashed by a battering ram.
asajj: cardio via the treadmill, especially those fancy ones where you can watch a movie while running. what can she say? running is boring. will roundhouse kick anyone who checks her out. joins maul in yoga class.
dooku: also in yoga class, despite maul and asajj making fun of him. he’s still flexible for an 83 year old man, damn you. stop laughing. dooku also enjoys swimming—on his own, not with the aquarobics group—-and fencing, if the gym has it.
kylo: is the guy that savage tackled on the running track. and the one being pushed off the machine. fortunately, the gym offers private training where he can maintain his Herculean arm muscles far away from huge angry Zabraks.
nihilus: another guy who can’t really use the gym, since his body will not change physical appearance. sometimes he’ll join dance classes with kylo or vader. one time he tried swimming but just ended up screaming bloody murder
grievous: yet another sith lord that has no use for a gym, save for a room to practice his acrobatics in. makes a pretty decent training buddy for lightsaber duels or gymnastics. stays at least 5 miles away from the swimming pool.
Anyways just some…stuff. Reflective pupils, REALLY LARGE irises.. Hair bristles…almost like porcupine quills..
She can wiggle her rib thingies.The spots under/inbetween are soft n warm, the outer skin is..not quite Solid and chitinous, but its not so soft like human skin either. Somewhere sort of in between, but still flexible… Also Cool to the touch
Peridot is weird and I just keep making her weirder??
“We are alive,” Brianna MacKenzie repeated, her voice tremulous. She looked up at Roger, the paper pressed to her chest with both hands. Her face streamed with tears, but a glorious light glowed in her blue eyes. “Alive!”
“Let me see.” His heart was hammering so hard in his chest that he could barely hear his own words. He reached out a hand, and reluctantly, she surrendered the paper to him, coming at once to press herself against him, clinging to his arm as he read, unable to take her eyes off the bit of ancient paper.
It was pleasantly rough under his fingers, hand-made paper with the ghosts of leaves and flowers pressed into its fibers. Yellowed with age, but still tough and surprisingly flexible. Bree had made it herself–two hundred years before.
Roger became aware that his hands were trembling, the paper shaking so that the sprawling, difficult hand was hard to read, faded as the ink was.
December 31, 1776
My darling daughter,
As you will see, if ever you receive this, we are alive…
His own eyes blurred, and he wiped the back of his hand across them, even as he told himself that it didn’t matter, for they were surely dead now, Jamie Fraser and his wife Claire–but he felt such joy at those words on the page that it was as though the two of them stood smiling before him.
It was the two of them, too, he discovered. While the letter began in Jamie’s hand–and voice–the second page took up in Claire’s crisply slanted writing.
Your father’s hand won’t stand much more, she wrote. And it’s a bloody long story. He’s been chopping wood all day, and can barely uncurl his fingers–but he insisted on telling you himself that we haven’t–yet–been burnt to ashes. Not but what we may be at any moment; there are fourteen people crammed into the old cabin, and I’m writing this more or less sitting in the hearth, with old Grannie MacLeod wheezing away on her pallet by my feet so that if she suddenly begins to die, I can pour more whisky down her throat.
“My God, I can hear her,” he said, amazed.
“So can I.” Tears were still coursing down Bree’s face, but it was a sun-shower; she wiped at them, laughing and sniffing. “Read more. Why are they in our cabin? What’s happened to the big house?”
Roger ran his finger down the page to find his place and resumed reading.
“Oh, Jesus!” he said.
You recall that idiot, Donner?
Gooseflesh ran up his arms at the name. A time-traveler, Donner. And one of the most feckless individuals he’d ever met or heard of–but nonetheless dangerous for that.
Well, he surpassed himself by getting together a gang of thugs from Brownsville, to come and steal the treasure in gems he’d convinced them we had. Only we hadn’t, of course._
They hadn’t–because he, Brianna, Jemmy, and Amanda had taken the small horde of remaining gemstones to safeguard their flight through the stones.
They held us hostage and rubbished the house, damn them–breaking, amongst other things, the carboy of ether in my surgery. The fumes nearly gassed all of us on the spot…_
He read rapidly through the rest of the letter, Brianna peering over his shoulder and making small squeaks of alarm and dismay. Finished, he laid the pages down and turned to her, his insides quivering.
“So_ you_ did it,” he said, aware that he shouldn’t say it, but unable not to, unable not to snort with laughter. “You and your bloody matches–__you_ burned the house down!”
Her face was a study, features shifting between horror, indignation–and yes, a hysterical hilarity that matched his own.
“Oh, it was not! It was Mama’s ether. Any kind of spark could have set off the explosion–”
“But it wasn’t any kind of spark,” Roger pointed out. “Your cousin Ian lit one of your matches.”
“Well, so it was Ian’s fault, then!” “No, it was you and your mother. Scientific women,” Roger said, shaking his head. “The eighteenth century is lucky to have survived you.”
She huffed a little.
“Well, the whole thing would never have happened if it weren’t for that bozo Donner!”
“True,” Roger conceded. “But he was a trouble-maker from the future, too, wasn’t he? Though admittedly neither a woman, nor very scientific.”
“Hmph.” She took the letter, handling it gently, but unable to forbear rubbing the pages between her fingers. “Well, he didn’t survive the eighteenth century, did he?” Her eyes were downcast, their lids still reddened.
“You aren’t feeling sorry for him, are you?” Roger demanded, incredulous.
She shook her head, but her fingers still moved lightly over the thick, soft page.
“Not…him, so much. It’s just–the idea of anybody dying like that. Alone, I mean. So far from home.”
No, it wasn’t Donner she was thinking of. He put an arm round her and laid his head against her own. She smelled of Prell shampoo and fresh cabbages; she’d been in the kailyard. The words on the page faded and strengthened with the dip of the pen that had written them, but nonetheless were sharp and clear–a surgeon’s writing.
“She isn’t alone,” he whispered, and putting out a finger, traced the postscript, again in Jamie’s sprawling hand. “Neither of them is. And whether they’ve a roof above their heads or not–both of them are home.”
Hey there! Do you have any fluffy relationship headcanons for Ambulon, Ratchet, Tailgate and Drift? <3
Yay! First ask gets a post on the slightly longer side. I really hope you like these! :D
He will tease you relentlessly and you two make
a habit of trading affectionate jabs and quips. Some may think you two secretly
hate each other and are hella passive aggressive but most know you guys are
simply that close and comfortable with each other. He’s lowkey proud of your
When he’s off his work shift he’ll occasionally
take you to Swerve’s to relax. He awkwardly rests his hand on yours while
sipping his drink and avoiding eye contact. But after a few drinks he’s a bit
more relaxed and does it properly, intertwining your fingers with his and
about his day making
casual conversation with you.
Doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together, if
anyone asks him how he feels about you he vehemently denies any kind of
affection for you and attempts to be dismissive. It doesn’t fool anyone, not
even himself. He’s too Tsundere for his own good.
He comes up with awful, flowery phrases/nicknames
to describe you with: light of my world, gift of Primus, my little starshine, etc.
He loves to see your reaction to his horribly cheesy descriptions of you because
half of this is just him joking around and the other half is him seriously
telling you just how much you mean to him
Really likes meditation, yoga, and poetry and
will attempt to get you to try one of them. If you enjoy it he’ll be ecstatic
and ask you to do it with him regularly. If you’re not too into it he doesn’t
push you any further but will still show off his flexibility and poems from
time to time, hoping to impress you.
He’s very perceptive, so if he notices you
acting strangely, you bet he’s going to find out what’s going on. If you’re
feeling down, he immediately wraps you up in a bunch of blankets, initiates the
cuddle session and encourages you to have a heartfelt talk with him. He really
believes communication is key to a healthy relationship but understands you may
just need time to be alone. Either way he completely respects your choice and
On the outside, he appears a bit gruff but
in reality he’s super shy and kind of insecure about the relationship. After a while
he really opens up and feels that you and the medical staff are the only people
he feels comfortable around. His bouts of insecurity still pop up from time to
time but if you take time to validate him he’s really touched and might get
He’s not too into crowds so he doesn’t hang
around the bar much, instead you two hang out in his hab suite and watch movies
or read together. He doesn’t initiate any cuddling but if you do, he won’t
react much even though he’s secretly into it.
He is VERY empathetic and will discreetly treat
patients who are scared of Ratchet, but if YOU do something to land yourself in
the medbay he’ll send you straight to the big guy himself. He wants you to get
the best treatment and will hold you close while lecturing you about your safety
and will be all: are you trying to give me a spark
attack? Don’t ever, ever do that again. I swear to Primus, please be more
careful, for me? He’ll react the same way whether it’s a paper cut or a broken
Tailgate honestly just adores you so much and he
has no problem showing it. Whether it is holding your hand, glomping you when
you least expect it, or nuzzling his mask against your face, expect lots of
affection out of him. It isn’t uncommon for other bots to take notice and laugh.
Even if it isn’t any special occasion, he’ll
sometimes surprise you with hand-made gifts. When he’s in the middle of creating
something, he goes into super sneaky sneak mode. But knowing Tailgate, the
entire ship figures out what he’s up to within hours.
Although his gifts aren’t the best in quality,
you can tell that he put his entire spark into making something special for
you. The most complex present was a hoverboard that he made with the help of
Ten and Brainstorm. It has a cute, cartoony picture of you and Tailgate
together and hidden projectile missiles. (Guess who did what)
If the Yamagata,Tendou and Semi were to choose a dance to learn, what kind of dance would it be?
He’s always wanted to learn how to ballroom dance. It’s elegant of course, something to impress people with if the chance ever rose but it also looks pretty damn intense as well. As a kid, he used to watch the videos of his mum dancing (since she used to dance competitively) and he still wants to learn because of her.
Don’t laugh at him for this, but he would definitely pick up ballet again. As a kid (and still now) he was pretty flexible and could do all sorts of stuff so in ballet class, he was pretty much ahead of all the other kids. He quit because he thought it wasn’t really cool but looking back on it now, he wishes he continued because it could’ve helped him when it came to performing arts that he really enjoys now.
He’d definitely learn capoeira. Sure, it’s actually a martial art but he’s already good at dancing as it is so he’d rather learn this. He’s used to freestyling as it is and can just do a backflip without a hitch; it’d be easy for him to do it, or at least he says. The part that’s coolest about it to him is the absolute trust partners need when performing. Kicking your partner in the face would be ‘pretty bad’ but the whole thing in general looks fucking awesome.
Yesterday I was doing my daily rounds in the garden dead heading my pansies and as I tossed the first spent flower off my. balcony I realized I could probably use them for something witchy.
And boy I did.
Pretty in Purple Sugar Scrub:
½ cup sugar
2 heaping tablespoons dried pansy petals, ground(or any other skin/food safe purple flower.)
½ teaspoon honey
½ teaspoon coconut oil (or your favorite base oil)
I plucked the petals off a handful of dying pansy heads and dried them in my dehydrator for a few hours. If you don’t have access to a dehydrator, pick the flowers with longer stems and tie them in a bundle and hang to dry for a couple weeks or lay them out on a screen in the sun away from winds and drafts.
Once thoroughly dried, the petals will still be a bit flexible and leathery. Place them in your mortar and pestle with a generous pinch of sugar and grind them to a powder. The petals are too soft on their own to grind, so sugar is needed to help cut them up.
Then mix all ingredients thoroughly and keep in an air tight jar. It might look chunky at first, especially if you use raw honey and solid coconut oil, but just keep stirring. Everything will eventually come together.
When you’re showering/bathing before an event where you want to feel extra pretty and get someone’s attention (say, a date!) wet your face and pick up a small amount of sugar scrub. Gently rub it on your face to exfoliate, then rinse. The sugar scrub will turn bright purple, and then quickly fade to blue and then clear. It’s fascinating! And it won’t stain your skin, I promise.
Pansies are said to attract love, and purple ones give you an extra boost of power. Flowers in general make you feel pretty, so of pansies aren’t your thing, go for roses or hyssop or lavender! Sugar and honey just sweeten the deal, but are also great for your skin!
I’m Sorry For Coining the Phrase “Manic Pixie Dream Girl” | Nathan Rabin
When I coined the term “Manic Pixie Dream Girl” in an essay about the movie “Elizabethtown” in 2007, I never could have imagined how that phrase would explode. Describing the film’s adorably daffy love interest played by Kirsten Dunst, I defined the MPDG as a fantasy figure who “exists solely in the fevered imaginations of sensitive writer-directors to teach broodingly soulful young men to embrace life and its infinite mysteries and adventures.”
That day in 2007, I remember watching “Elizabethtown” and being distracted by the preposterousness of its heroine, Claire. Dunst’s psychotically bubbly stewardess seemed to belong in some magical, otherworldly realm — hence the “pixie” — offering up her phone number to strangers and drawing whimsical maps to help her man find his way. And as Dunst cavorted across the screen, I thought also of Natalie Portman in “Garden State,” a similarly carefree nymphet who is the accessory to Zach Braff’s character development. It’s an archetype, I realized, that taps into a particular male fantasy: of being saved from depression and ennui by a fantasy woman who sweeps in like a glittery breeze to save you from yourself, then disappears once her work is done.
When I hit “publish” on that piece, the first entry in a column I called “My Year of Flops,” I was pretty proud of myself. I felt as if I had tapped into something that had been a part of our culture for a long time and given it a catchy, descriptive name — a name with what Malcolm Gladwell might call “stickiness.”
But I should clarify a few things here. The trope of the Manic Pixie Dream Girl is a fundamentally sexist one, since it makes women seem less like autonomous, independent entities than appealing props to help mopey, sad white men self-actualize. Within that context, the phrase was useful precisely because, while still fairly flexible, it also benefited from a certain specificity. Claire was an unusually pure example of a Manic Pixie Dream Girl — a fancifully if thinly conceived flibbertigibbet who has no reason to exist except to cheer up one miserable guy.
The response to my review was pretty positive but relatively sleepy. The A.V. Club was a whole lot smaller back then and the phrase didn’t really gain traction until a year later, when my colleague Tasha Robinson proposed doing a list of Manic Pixie Dream Girls for the “Inventory” feature of our site. The list, published in 2008, was titled “16 films featuring Manic Pixie Dream Girls,” and featured, along with Dunst and Portman, Diane Keaton in “Annie Hall” and Audrey Hepburn in “Breakfast at Tiffany’s.”
I remember thinking, even back then, that a whole list of Manic Pixie Dream Girls might be stretching the conceit too far. The archetype of the free-spirited life-lover who cheers up a male sad-sack had existed in the culture for ages. But by giving an idea a name and a fuzzy definition, you apparently also give it power. And in my case, that power spun out of control.
So, beasts of burden of the large feline variety. What do I need to have happen to take something that looks like a bigger, more compact/sturdy lion and turn it into a usable riding/carrying/carting animal?
This is a really interesting question because it gets into manufactured evolution or selective breeding, because the people using these lions as pack animals would breed for the traits that make better pack animals, rather than what usually happens in the wild where they mate randomly. This means less variety. Think dog breeds.
Really any domesticated animal can be used as a beast of burden, but cats have two interesting features: they’re predators, which can make them difficult to use as pack animals or for pulling carts unless they’re very well trained. Even well-trained dogs will sometimes run off after something they perceive as prey. This is more common in larger ‘working’ breeds or hunting dogs who have higher prey drives. It’s possible that the people in your story bred for more docile animals (a lot of animal behavior is actually genetic, and can be bred for!)
The other is that most cats, including lions, have low bone mass. Their anatomy is more focused on flexibility and muscle. Lions have sturdier bones than say, a domestic cat, but they still have a flexible spine in particular, which makes it difficult for them to carry large amounts of weight on their backs. This wouldn’t affect their ability to pull weight, and they’re very muscular, so maybe they’re more commonly used for carting and riding because of a low maximum carry weight? You did say they’d be sturdier, so it might be somewhat of a non-issue, but if they’re derived from cats the back would probably be a weak spot. Maybe they could have specialized saddles that reposition the weight so it’s not directly on the animal’s spine, similar to dog backpacks which put the weight on either side.
I’m not exactly an animal behavior expert, but big cats are also prone to laziness, just like housecats, so your pack-cat drivers would also have to plan for that!
A while back u said u like FtM trans Dick Grayson, and I agree. 👌👌. I like to think that around the time Damian was in the picture, he was on hormones and possibly had top surgery by then?? so he was passing most of the time and very stealth, so Damian didn't question it. Though, once he did tell Damian, he was very supportive! He shut down transphobes and gave Bruce the idea to donate binders and breast forms to trans kids in need :00
👌👌👌👌I FORGOT HOW MUCH I LOVE TRANS DICK GRAYSON 👌👌👌
Damian would also call Jason because he’s gonna need some back up because no one gonna be rude to his brother and get away with it.
Jason Todd voice: “MEET US IN THE FUCKING PIT, ASSHOLE.“
Also I feel like Bruce would find away to put a binder in Dick’s Robin suit but it would still let Dick still be Flexible.
But yeah turns out there’s more than one way to draw an echidna and it doesn’t involve giving them tentacles for spines.
Made her slightly stocky because echidnas are very stout creatures. That said, I made sure to still make her feminine (in design. The colours drive the point home far too much for my taste).
Mask around eyes helps to make them more expressive- I’ve seen Penders try to emote with eyelids before. Not a good idea. This helps by making clearly defined eyebrows.
She has a beak and I got rid of the dog nose. It’s still flexible and emotive.
It’s got detail but it’s not so over-detailed that it’s hard to draw. Lots of basic shapes and forms. I got rid of the glasses because they felt like meaningless clutter and they took away from the face, which is an important part of being able to connect with a character.
Part of Pender’s original goal was to make it appealing to the female demographic. As I’m female and find this design appealing as fuck, I’d like to pretend I got that on the mark.
This basic design is versatile enough to be tweaked in all kinds of ways to create different characters. You can easy tweak the beak/muzzle for different sexes and ages. The spines can be lengthened or styled. I kind of wanted to put a red gradient on the tips of the spines to help tie it into the hair, but I went with “keep it simple, stupid” instead. It’s complicated enough on the colour front.