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Fruit And Vegetable Peeling Machine Market Size, Share, Growth, Forecast 2022-2027

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Nilma

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productresearchreport24 · 2 years

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Fruit And Vegetable Peeling Machine Market 2022 Emerging Players, Growth Analysis and Precise Outlook

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ddejavvu · 9 months

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A bit late for multi-monday but what about Professor James sending students with love letters every session to Professor Reader?

How are you anywaay? How was your day?

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

James has chosen a blonde woman to deliver your mail today, a chem major that has perpetual bags under her eyes. You get it. If you had majored in chemistry, you'd be exhausted constantly, too.

"Professor Potter asked me to give this to you," She smiles awkwardly at you, letter in hand, "He said not to open it, and I didn't, the sticker just came off in my backpack."

"I trust you," You smile kindly at her, taking the note and nodding to her seat, "Thank you for being our messenger."

She departs with a kind nod, but you have a feeling she hadn't enjoyed running James's message. She takes her seat and you peel the letter out of its envelope, peering down at James's messy, but endearing scrawl.

'Dear Professor Y/L/N,

I'm writing to you today to speak about the administration's new budget cuts. Starting 9/01, there will no longer be Nespresso pods stocked in the break rooms, nor will there be a machine for you to bring your own. I'm sure you'll lament this loss just as much as the rest of us, but it's either that or our salary that gets cut, and I think- okay, hopefully that was enough boring bullshit to deter any unwanted eyes. The last bloke I sent to you had the thing open before he was even out the door. I'm gonna tell Allison to keep it closed, but you know nosy students. I have more interesting things to talk about than coffee machines: I managed to find a substitute to proctor my students on Friday! We can take the whole day out on the town, we'll peruse the street market and catch dinner and a show. I would have told you over text, but this seems, like, a million times more romantic. Plus I can't write in red glitter pen over text. Go with me, darling? Say you'll be sick for your Friday lecture, send out an email the night before. Students love that. Not that they don't love you and your class, though. Bet they just don't love you as much as I do. Which is a lot, I love you a lot.

Your love (who loves you a lot),

James Potter <3'

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zhongrin · 2 years

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hold you close to my heart

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, childe, xiao, al haitham, thoma, scaramouche

◇ tags ◇ modern!au, gn!reader, fluff, headcanon format

◇ a/n ◇ zhongli is ngl acting like an asian mom in this and i am not sorry. i need him in my life bc i hate fishbone (the number of times i've had a fishbone stuck in my throat- you don't want to know. let's just say pressing down my gag reflex is one of my talents now) and peeling shrimps.

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

tries to be as quiet as possible as he shuffles around the house while you’re asleep.

peels fruits for you.

will care for your hair for you (brushes / applies oil / braids)

debones any sort of meat-with-bone/shell dishes, including fishes and crustaceans for you (this might be the ultimate expression of zhongli’s love considering how much he hates the smell of seafood).

will not hesitate to spoonfeed you when your hands are occupied or if you’re forgetting to eat.

“zhongli do you know where did i put my shawl-” “second drawer, right side.” “and my dragon-printed socks-” “-is in the sock box on the third drawer, you probably missed it.”

will threaten people who wronged you with a sandal in his hands “i will have order!”

headpat machine - you want headpats? you’re getting headpats. you don’t want headpats? you’re getting a kiss on top of your head…… and a headpat <3

will fall into the habit of carrying tissues and hair ties and the everyday essential items which you often use.

slips his credit card into your wallet before you go out.

keeps your fridge stocked with groceries and pantry full of your favorite snacks (either by doing the shopping himself or getting them delivered to your doorstep when he can’t be around)

lets you pet the dogs you encounter on your walks first. also alerts you when there’s a cute dog in sight.

owns a special phone with the best camera in the market, just for the sake of taking your selfies.

headpat machine 2.0 - you don't want headpats? too bad you’re getting one! you want headpats? beg for it first, darling <3

buys you matching accessories. wears them everywhere and every time he’s out.

always walks on the side closer to the road. also holds your hand when crossing the street (and pretends he 'forgot' to release it afterward)

always lingers around you in social settings. not just because of his social anxiety, but also just in case you need something, he wants to be there to help.

lets you pat his head (and enjoys it immensely), but will murder-glare any other person who tries to do so (read: venti, heizou).

is only able to fall asleep in either of these conditions: 1) he is completely alone, or 2) he’s not alone but you’re with him.

piles up pillows and blankets and plushies on your (or his) bed as a silent invitation to cuddle. you tease him by saying “are you inviting me to your nest, little bird?” and he blushes every single time. it’s very adorable. please give this boy his cuddles.

corrects the typos in your papers for you. crosschecks your citations and adds comments detailing how you should add or remove certain things. he accepts payments in kisses. or super spicy curry. he’s not picky, really.

will dust your bookshelves for you (is it because he loves you or because he loves books? ….. don’t ask).

will wordlessly lift you up to cross a big puddle on the road. you only get to be bridal-carried if you're lucky. otherwise, you're getting the sack of potatoes' treatment because he's a bastard.

tells you that you have x minutes left to do certain tasks. yes, he has your schedules memorized. yes, he will flick your forehead if you keep whining and procrastinating.

will gently pull your head to settle on his shoulder when you fall asleep on the bus.

“did you cut your hair? it’s five centimeters shorter.” “you trimmed your eyebrows?” “your lips look pale today. have you eaten lunch?”

cooks and cleans for you. his payment? your awed smile. if you tip him with kisses he’ll be over the moon.

sends you daily cute animal videos. mostly dogs. or cats. or him being silly with his adorable doggie taroumaru.

will mess up on purpose just to make you laugh on your bad days.

buys everything in twos because he always, always wants to share it with you.

squishes his cheek onto yours and nuzzles you to show affection. you think you see dog ears and dog tails whenever he does this, but it's just a trick of the light... right??

refrains from drinking at parties just so that when you do, he can take care of you properly and get you back home safely.

denies your kisses in public but pulls you for a kiss every five minutes behind closed doors.

links his pinky with you when walking together (but on his bad days, he would really appreciate it when you link your arms with him).

looks so scandalized when you flinch from his touch - because somehow he’s a superconductor and most of the time you feel zapped just from touching him. just tough it out and hug him if you don’t want to deal with sulky!mouchie.

will not hesitate to try and claw people’s eyes out when they made you upset.

fills up your water bottle for you.

uses the same laundry detergent / perfume as yours. claims that he does it so you “won’t complain about how your clothes smell weird” when you stay over. he just wants his clothes to smell more like you so he can pretend you’re hugging him when he misses you.

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tailschannel · 5 months

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Sonic to get "several new mobile titles" in the future, according to SEGA management meeting document

The Sonic the Hedgehog series is expected to receive "several new titles" for mobile platforms, SEGA's parent company confirmed in a management meeting early Wednesday.

Apple and Google were both named as "key players" in the mobile sector for SEGA, as the publisher detailed an encompassing transmedia scheme for the blue blur, which will include licencing and collaborations with other third-party properties.

"Several new" mobile games under development

With an established presence thanks to the likes of free apps like Sonic Dash and Sonic Forces Speed Battle, the franchise looks set to dive in the world of mobile gaming, as part of SEGA's future plans.

The publisher did not rule out exclusivity clauses with subscription-based mobile gaming services. In recent days, the publisher signed a contract with Apple to produce Sonic Dream Team, and Netflix announced a mobile port of Sonic Mania Plus for their game subscription service.

No word of a specific timeframe for the aforementioned mobile games, currently in development.

Future Sonic mobile games to adopt Rovio's Beacon toolkit

As part of the mobile expansion, the upcoming slate is expected to adopt "Beacon", an internal development and marketing toolkit powered by machine learning, frequently utilized by Rovio, the Finnish studio behind Angry Birds that SEGA acquired over the summer.

The studio described Beacon as a platform to "build games and get games to market, models to profitably grow and monetize the game and live operations tools to maximize our players’ fun."

The toolkit has been criticized in a number of fan-run Angry Birds forums for incentivizing revenue at the expense of gameplay quality.

SEGA did not disclose if the Beacon platform will extend beyond the present suite of HARDlight mobile games.

More details on SEGA's resurrection of classic hits

SEGA also unveiled these new images and descriptions for the five new games announced at The Game Awards, described as a "power surge" to re-electrify their classic hits, like Crazy Taxi and Jet Set Radio.

Crazy Taxi: Innovative & Fresh Style Driving Action! Cheerful feeling of freedom and fusion of nature and city. Peel out the new stage of Crazy City!

Jet Set Radio: "Counter-Culture" - Tokyo Street Open World! Experience the "rebellion" movement that feels free in a suffocating society. Make friends, increase your fans, and create a movement!

Shinobi: Slay the enemies in the silence of the moment. Run through the world of Shinobi, full of monsters and ninja actions. Grab Oberozuki, the legendary sword and slay evil once more. Your clan and the world are counting on you.

Golden Axe: Warriors arise to subdue the demons! Defeat your enemies with a variety of attacks with swords and magic! The legendary story about the battle axe, Golden Axe is about to begin!

Streets of Rage Revolution: Beloved side-scrolling beat 'em up action series! Take control of one of the ex-officers and make the city a place where people no longer have to walk the "Streets of Rage."

The announcement coincided with SEGA's plans to strengthen their flagship video game brands like Persona and Like a Dragon, and to expand with legacy properties.

(Edit 2:00 pm ET - post updated with new details)

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #the next sonic #sega #gaming #mobile gaming #mobile games #rovio #rovio entertainment #angry birds #crazy taxi #jet set radio #shinobi #golden axe #streets of rage #streets of rage revolution #sega japan #sonic news

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8o8o8o8o8 · 6 months

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Giving Minos depression about his work as Judge of Hell <33

cw for gore, mention of a murder

The smell of rain heralds the arrival of a Ferryman in the city of Lust. Minos looks up just in time to see the ship's hull breaches the violet clouds, making its way towards him. A full boat hold of sinners to judge. At least this isn't the Ferryman with the factory ship that makes him feel like a fisherman processing a catch.

He steps onboard, twin parasite snakes sliding off of his arms and rushing towards the hold. He suppresses faint disgust with centuries of practice. There's little to be done about the gleeful cruelty of demons.

Minos steps down into the hold.

Unmoving bodies stack upon each other, bare and cold. Disturbingly few of them are intact; he can see peeling muscles and open ribcages, broken limbs and necks and spines—

He kneels down on what little visible ground there is by the ladder. The parasites promptly drop the nearest corpse on his lap. It—They're damp, soaked through with the smell of the Ocean Styx, and a hint of gunpowder. Jarringly impeccable hands. He desperately wants it not to mean anything. He turns their face towards his.

"Annika Young." A name he has never spoken flows out of his mouth with unnatural ease. "Seventy two souls lie dead for your carelessness. Your greatest sin is your apathy towards those in your care." Annika Young does not say thing. No one does. They only ever look emptily at him. "For this, you will be sentenced to Violence."

The parasites pull her away. By the end of the day, he and they would have made neat little piles out of these people. Like meat at the market. This work is not meant for the human soul, he knows. It would be much easier to let go of his sanity and humanity, to simply be the Judge of Hell, another dutiful cog in this infernal machine.

Another corpse lands on his lap. He's stopped feeling any horror for their eternal fates, only his. How disgustingly selfish.

They look up at him. There's hundreds more (there's endless more). Now is not the time to wallow in his fate.

Minos takes in a rotten, salty breath and let out the name of the dead once more.

#ultrakill #unauthorized cooking #king minos #minos: I'm selfish for feeling bad about what I must do :(#← literally pushing his feelings aside to take care of people #ilu king you are so idiot <333

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Paul McCartney & Wings - Band on the Run (Underdubbed Mixes)

There have been a few additions to the shelves this week. This one, the 50th anniversary edition of Band on the Run, has the original record remastered, and an "Underdubbed" version on the second album — essentially, the rough mixes before overdubs and the like.

It's kind of wild to hear "Band on the Run" without the lead guitar part, for example, or to hear gaps where the lyrics would be finished later. But "Let Me Roll It" somehow packs an even bigger punch with a few of the layers peeled off. The same goes for "Jet," too. And the sound on all this is so clear and deep. It's as close as I could possibly get to being in the control room listening to playback without spending thousands and thousands of dollars on tape machines and speakers.

It also hit me today that Band on the Run was one of the first albums I got on vinyl in the late '90s, when I was going to flea markets and yard sales and the one record store within 20 miles of my house to try to feed this weird, arcane habit. And it's served me well. But, with the first record in this set, it's nice to have another option to toss on the turntable now and then.

#paul mccartney #wings #band on the run #music #records #album art #vinyl

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simpforfandom231 · 5 months

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tough cookie

The morning sun painted the room with a gentle glow as Rachel reluctantly peeled herself away from the warmth of the bed. Y/N, the reigning queen of late risers, remained nestled in the blankets, apparently lost in the blissful realm of dreams. A rare luxury of a late morning lay before them.

As Rachel tiptoed out of bed, she caught sight of Y/N, still wrapped up like a burrito. Suppressing a chuckle, she marveled at the sight. "You know, one day we should market this – 'Y/N's Burrito Blanket.' I bet it would make millions."

Y/N, feigning slumber, snorted softly. "You'd have to share the profits, Sleeping Beauty."

Rachel grinned and headed to the in-room coffee machine. "Well, of course. I'm just the brains behind the operation. You're the cute face that sells it."

Y/N peeked one eye open. "And what does that make you?"

"The coffee maker," Rachel declared proudly, pouring water into the machine. "My talents are endless, as you can see."

Y/N chuckled, "You truly are a woman of many talents."

As the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the room, Rachel decided it was the perfect backdrop for her morning sweet talk. "You know, Y/N, making coffee is an art. And speaking of art, you, my love, are a masterpiece."

Y/N snickered, "A masterpiece, huh? I thought I was a burrito."

Rachel winked, "You're a burrito of love. And your adorable sleeping face is my favorite masterpiece."

Y/N, who was well aware of Rachel's soft spot for her, teased, "Are you sure you're not just buttering me up because you need me to make breakfast?"

Rachel mock gasped, "How dare you! I'm expressing genuine love and affection here. Breakfast is just a bonus."

Y/N, grinning, whispered, "You sweet talker, you."

Unbeknownst to Rachel, Y/N was savoring every moment of the playful banter. It was a rare joy to witness the tough exterior of Rachel crumble into tender words and affection. "Well, I can't help it. You bring out the softie in me," Rachel admitted, a hint of shyness in her voice.

Y/N, with a sly smile, replied, "Oh, I know. It's my superpower – softening up the tough Zegler."

Rachel, blushing, served the coffee. "You better keep that superpower to yourself. I have an image to maintain."

Y/N laughed, taking a sip of the coffee. "Your secret's safe with me, tough stuff."

Unable to resist the allure of the cozy bed, Rachel snuggled back in with both cups of coffee. "You know, Y/N, this bed is like our little sanctuary. Just you, me, and the smell of fresh coffee."

Y/N, enjoying the warmth, grinned. "True, but don't think your sweet talk will distract me from the fact that you're avoiding making breakfast."

Rachel playfully rolled her eyes, "I'll have you know, Lucy Gray Baird doesn't make breakfast. She's too busy surviving in the Hunger Games."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, "Lucy Gray Baird? Seriously? You're comparing yourself to a character from The Hunger Games?"

Rachel, adopting a more serious tone, said, "Hey, Lucy Gray is tough, just like me."

Y/N burst into laughter, "Tough on the outside, marshmallow on the inside, more like it."

Rachel pouted, trying to regain her tough exterior. "Well, you better be careful. You might find yourself in a Hunger Games scenario if you keep mocking me."

Y/N giggled, "I'm not afraid. I have my secret weapon – your soft spot for me."

Rachel blushed again, "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

Y/N cupped Rachel's face and gave her a sweet kiss. "Absolutely. It's my favorite part of the morning – watching the tough Zegler melt into a puddle of adorableness."

Rachel, torn between embarrassment and amusement, playfully scowled. "You're impossible."

Y/N grinned, "And you love every second of it."

As they continued their playful banter, both eventually dragged themselves out of bed, exchanging the cozy warmth for sweatpants and hoodies. Rachel, the self-proclaimed tough cookie, took a moment to appreciate the comfort of the oversized hoodie.

Just as they were about to embark on a breakfast-making adventure, there was a knock on the door. Y/N raised an eyebrow, "Expecting someone?"

Rachel shook her head, "No clue. Probably room service with more coffee."

But as Rachel opened the door, they were greeted by none other than Hunter Schafer, Rachel's co-star from the upcoming movie. Hunter, known for her vibrant energy, entered with a cheerful grin. "Hey, Rachel! Hope I'm not interrupting."

Rachel shook her head, "Not at all. Y/N and I were just about to make breakfast, you're welcome to join."

Hunter's eyes sparkled, "Breakfast? Count me in!"

As the trio chatted and laughed, it became evident that Hunter was quick-witted and perceptive. She observed the dynamic between Rachel and Y/N, effortlessly joining in on the banter. She couldn't help but remark, "You know, Rachel, I always thought of you as this tough cookie, especially with all the nonsense people spewed about the Snow White casting. But here you are, melting into a puddle with Y/N."

Rachel blushed, "Well, you know, people can be idiots. But Y/N here knows how to bring out the soft side in me."

Hunter laughed, "She must have some magical powers then."

Y/N, ever the playful tease, chimed in, "Oh, she does. It's called love."

Rachel, feeling a tad jealous at the easy camaraderie between Hunter and Y/N, quickly toughened up. "Alright, enough of this. We have breakfast to make."

Y/N sensed Rachel's change in demeanor and playfully poked her side. "Someone's getting possessive."

Rachel huffed, "I am not."

Hunter, clueless to the brief tension, laughed. "You two are adorable. It's like watching a rom-com unfold in real life."

Rachel, feeling a bit flustered, focused on breakfast preparations. But Y/N, with a knowing smile, pulled her into a hug. "Hey, tough stuff, no need to worry. You're my one and only."

Rachel's expression softened, and she couldn't help but smile. "You always know how to bring me back, don't you?"

Y/N kissed her cheek, "It's a special talent."

As they settled down for breakfast, the room echoed with laughter, love, and the delightful blend of Rachel's tough exterior and Y/N's playful teasing. The day unfolded with conversations, relaxation, and the assurance that, no matter what, Rachel's soft spot belonged exclusively to Y/N.

However, as the day progressed, Hunter continued to playfully banter with Y/N, making Rachel's jealousy simmer just beneath the surface. At one point, Hunter jokingly said, "Y/N, if Rachel is Lucy Gray, does that make me your Finnick Odair?"

Y/N burst into laughter, "Oh, please, Hunter. You wish."

Rachel, feeling a twinge of discomfort, tried to laugh it off. "Yeah, Hunter, you might need a bit more charm to be Finnick."

Hunter raised an eyebrow, "Challenge accepted."

Y/N, sensing Rachel's unease, decided to play along. "Okay, but you'll never be as charming as Rachel."

Hunter chuckled, "True, true. Rachel, I bow down to your charm."

Rachel, trying to maintain composure, replied, "Well, someone has to keep up appearances around here."

Y/N shot a playful look at Rachel, "Jealous, tough cookie?"

Rachel, masking her true feelings with a smirk, said, "Jealousy is not in my vocabulary."

But as the banter continued, Y/N noticed a genuine unease in Rachel's eyes. Sensing her discomfort, Y/N decided to put an end to the teasing. "Alright, alright, enough of the Hunger Games comparisons. Let's not forget who the real winner is here."

Rachel, caught off guard by the shift in tone, looked at Y/N with a mixture of confusion and vulnerability.

Y/N smiled, taking Rachel's hand. "The real winner is the one who gets to spend each day with you, my tough, charming, and incredibly adorable Zegler."

Rachel's tough exterior melted away, replaced by a softness that only Y/N could bring out. "You always know how to make everything better, don't you?"

Y/N leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on Rachel's lips. "It's my superpower, remember? Softening up the tough Zegler."

Rachel chuckled, her heart now lightened. "Well, I'm grateful for that superpower."

As the day unfolded, the trio continued to enjoy each other's company, laughter replacing any lingering discomfort. The room buzzed with warmth, love, and the knowledge that no matter what playful banter unfolded, Rachel and Y/N's connection remained unshakable. The day became a testament to the strength of their bond, marked by affectionate teasing, genuine laughter, and the undeniable truth that, in the end, love always triumphs.

However, as Hunter continued her banter with Y/N, the playful flirtation began to take a turn that Rachel wasn't entirely comfortable with. Hunter's teasing became more overt, and she playfully leaned in closer to Y/N, causing Rachel to arch an eyebrow.

Hunter flashed a mischievous grin. "You know, Y/N, I think I've found the true star of this room."

Rachel, maintaining her snarky tone, replied, "Well, I am the Academy Award nominee here. No offense, Hunter."

Hunter laughed, "None taken, Rachel. But I was actually talking about the real leading lady – Y/N."

Y/N giggled, clearly enjoying the attention. Rachel, not one to back down, responded, "Oh, please. You're just jealous that my tough exterior intimidates you, Hunter."

Hunter, with a twinkle in her eye, shot back, "Intimidate? Nah, I thrive on challenge. I'm just appreciating the view."

Rachel, not missing a beat, retorted, "Well, this view is taken, so find another scenic route."

Y/N, loving the possessive side of Rachel, chimed in, "That's right, Hunter. I'm off the market, courtesy of this tough, charming, and incredibly adorable Zegler."

Hunter chuckled, "You two really are like a rom-com. But don't worry, Rachel, I'm just playing around."

Rachel, turning it into a show, quirked an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm not worried, Hunter. I know a show-stealer when I see one. But you're right – we are a bit of a rom-com, aren't we, Y/N?"

Y/N grinned, playing along, "Absolutely. And you, my tough cookie, are the leading lady in my heart."

Hunter, sensing the playful dynamic, leaned back, "Alright, I surrender. You two are the true stars here."

Rachel, putting on a theatrical sigh, declared, "Well, it's about time someone recognized it. Now, let's get back to enjoying our cozy day, shall we?"

But as the banter continued, Hunter's playful flirtation escalated. She began complimenting Y/N more overtly, even throwing in a wink or two. Rachel, who had been putting on a brave face, felt a growing unease. The room's playful atmosphere was starting to feel a bit too much like a stage, and Rachel wasn't sure she liked the script.

Hunter, grinning mischievously, said to Y/N, "You know, Y/N, you're not just a star. You're practically a constellation. I can see why Rachel here is so smitten."

Rachel, maintaining her snarky tone, quipped, "I'm not smitten. I just have good taste."

Y/N, sensing Rachel's discomfort, tried to steer the conversation back to safer ground. "Well, Hunter, I appreciate the compliments, but I think Rachel might start charging you for the entertainment."

Hunter, undeterred, shot back, "Oh, I'd pay top dollar for this show. It's better than anything on Netflix."

Rachel, feeling the heat rise, tried to maintain her composure. "You do realize you're talking about real people, right?"

Hunter chuckled, "Of course, Rachel. Just adding a bit of drama to our rom-com."

But the drama was getting a bit too real for Rachel. Y/N, ever perceptive, decided it was time to bring the curtain down on this particular scene. She put an arm around Rachel, giving her a reassuring squeeze.

"Alright, folks, let's not turn this into a soap opera," Y/N teased, looking at Rachel with affection. "Hunter, Rachel might play a tough character on screen, but she's a marshmallow in real life. And I'm the lucky one who gets to see it every day."

Rachel, grateful for the lifeline, gave Y/N a small smile. "Yeah, yeah, don't get used to it, though. I have a reputation to uphold."

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes, "Sure, tough cookie. Now, let's focus on something less dramatic – like what we're having for lunch."

As Hunter laughed and the trio shifted the conversation to lighter topics, Rachel couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude for Y/N's understanding. Love may be a rom-com, complete with playful banter and humorous moments, but it also required moments of sincerity and reassurance. The day continued with more laughter, with Hunter now genuinely rooting for the couple, and the trio enjoyed the rest of their time together with a deeper understanding of each other's boundaries and the importance of keeping the love-filled atmosphere light and joyful.

#rachel zegler #lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray baird x you #lucy gray x fem!reader #lucy gray #fanfic #fandom #lucy gray baird #story

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travelingthief · 2 years

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Hermes Devotional Post!

Not a complete list of course, so feel free to add on!

Travel

Dedicated travel playlist for Hermes

Mindful packing for trips

Road-trips/camping

Trying new modes of travel

Let Him pick the music

Travel by boat/kayak/canoe

Learn to roller skate, skateboard, or longboard

Learn to surf

Go for a bike ride

Find ways to save on gas (like rewards cards)

Misc.

Draw sigils on shoes

Leave coin offerings at the location you start your travels

Travel size portable altar

Give people in need bus fare

Go for a run

Picking up coins you find/leaving coins for others

Donating to homeless shelters

Car

Keep up on car maintenance (especially in the wintertime)

Courteous driving (Letting people out, stopping for pedestrians, using your blinker)

Clean snow off other drivers’ cars

Keep your car clean

Giving rides to others

Stopping for those that need help on the side of the road

Invite Him to ride in the passenger seat

Let Him pick the music

International

Get a passport!

Keeping up on foreign affairs

Decorate your passport

See the world!

Make a travel board/destination list

Learn about places you wanna go

Try foreign foods

Nature

Take a nature walk! (Or just a walk around the block)

Dedicate your hiking boots/running shoes to him

Find a spot in nature to talk to Him

Learn about birds in your area and where they come from and go.

Learn how animals communicate (great alongside Artemis)

Communication

Write letters to friends

Send postcards/greeting cards

Call a friend or relative

Reread messages/emails before sending

Communicate your thoughts and feelings in your relationships

Practice keyboarding

Establish and enforce your boundaries

Can and string telephones

Keep secrets entrusted to you

Support your local post office

Collect stamps/postcards

Dedicate your phone/laptop to Him

Have a penpal

Language

Keep a journal

Learn a new language/Revisit the language you started learning and then neglected

Learn ASL

Learn about the evolution of language and how it is always changing

Be mindful of the language you use in daily life and consider how it affects you and those around you

Change your self-talk! Keep it positive!

Voice training (Particularly for trans worshippers)

Thinking before you speak

Learn about older forms of communication (like Morse Code)

Learn braille

Go to the library and practice reading books in a foreign language (Great to do alongside Athena)

Practice writing (great to do alongside Apollo)

Learn about the elements of writing, like allegory and metaphors (alongside Apollo)

Trickery and luck

Play pranks (remember: good pranks cause confusion, not harm)

Learn magic tricks

Buy scratch offs/play the lottery

Understand how gambling addictions affect people

Dice and card games

Learn about good luck charms/Make your own

Night at the casino

Learn about superstitions

Games like billiards or darts

Arcade/video games/carnival games

Make small/friendly bets

Poker nights!

Game of horseshoes

Learn parlor games

Miscellaneous

Smoke a bowl with Him! (If your relationship is like that)

Offer him coffee and energy drinks

Trail mix, candy, road-trip snacks,

Learn a good joke

Write/perform stand up comedy

Related Jobs

Mail carriers and sorters

Retail workers (Hermes of Merchants & Commerce)

Canvassers

Editors, journalists, and writers

Newspaper routes

Bank tellers

Carnies

Casino workers

Gas station attendants

Mechanics

Where I Acknowledge Him

Gas stations

Mail carriers/trucks

Worn-looking travelers (thinking of the eye-patched man lounging on the sidewalk smoking a cigarette. Hope to be that content one day)

Gumball machines give me his vibe

Arcade games, pinball machines, and air hockey

Flea markets/garage sales

Simple Acts to Devote to Him

Checking your mail

Checking email/voicemail

Buying stamps

Flipping a coin

Dice divination

Charm casting

Collections

Rocks

Coins/money

Good luck charms

Pens/writing utensils

Playing cards

Dice (Looking at you D&D players)

Offerings

Orange peels

Trail mix/peanuts

Road-trip snacks

Rocks & pebbles, coins, cool things you find outside

Travel souvenirs

Good luck charms

Energy drinks

Coffee (bonus points for gas station coffee)

Letters/postcards/stamps

Apples/bananas/grapes

Foreign foods

#hermes worship #hermes #mercury #hermes offering #hellenic polytheism #paganism #hellenic pantheon #hermes devotion #hermes god #mercury god #witchblr #greek gods

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mediumsizedpidegon · 1 year

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I feel like naruto doesn't get into the fact that naruto had literally no one give a shit about him until like. iruka-sensei? And sure, he was in an orphanage but then we learn that he's had the APARTMENT HE LIVES ALONE IN AS A TWELVE YEAR OLD CHILD THAT THE ENTIRE VILLAGE DESPISES since he was 4 or 5 i think (i will not check this. the timeline of naruto is dumb and makes me cry). and even in orphanage it isn't like the staff there were treating him right. why else would be given his own apartment by the hokage when he's four? i know they let sasuke stay in the house of his dead family and let itty bitty kakashi live alone after his father died but they are The Last Loyal Uchiha and a prodigy respectively. the rules are different compared to naruto himself, i believe.

Like, yeah– Naruto is loud and brash because he wants attention– and never has it unless he provokes others– and almost certainly neurodivergent (I think he has ADHD and depression). He doesn't know any of the theory behind being a shinobi, doesn't even know what chakra is. But Naruto has been criminally neglected, socially isolated and if not physically abused by some people in the village then certainly threatened with it often at the least. I'm more on the side that says that the ANBU can't stop everything and that by ditching them all the time Naruto actually ends up in more Very Bad situations but that aside:

I genuinely believe that Naruto would not know how to read when canon started. I think he doesn't how to use a washing machine (he washes his clothes in the Naka river because no laudromats will accept him). I think he holds his chopsticks wrong. I think he has half-picked up ANBU handsigns and how to mimic other people's voices to an eerie degree but he doesn't know a single thing about nutrition besides what can be obviously observed and tested (ie, if I don't eat something green at least once a week my body will Not Like It). I think he doesn't know ANYTHING about medical care except "if it's popped out, shove it back in the socket," or "wrap it in cloth scraps."

He's can be so quiet and stealthy that the ANBU lose sight and sound of him but he doesn't think unconditional love exists. Or at least, not for him.

I desperately want to see more of a Naruto that is brash and loud and loving and hopeful, yes, but also, once you peel back some layers, extremely eerie. Naruto is an orphan that raised himself in a village that would leave him dead in a ditch at the first opportunity: he is a child that raised himself in enemy territory. He is a child seen as a beast to the ordinary and a weapon to the higher ups. and do you know what people do to beasts and weapons that are unruly and too smart or lazy and useless? they put them down.

there is no way that Naruto is unaware of this. he's a child, but children can be perceptive and Naruto has to be to survive. And it's not like the village is being subtle. so. I want to see a Naruto that is so so aware that the ANBU are both to protect him and destroy him, that the hokage might hesitate, but no one else will. So: here is Naruto, who is a child who is a monster who doesn't want to be put down. who has to be cheerful and stupid and harmless enough to not be a threat, and strong and naive enough to not be useless.

just. just. a Naruto that has had to learn everything on his own, through trial and error, people-watching and his own common sense (naruto's sense is NOT common). And he's good at it because he has to be. He's a mimic through and through– he learns much from the ANBU and the vendors in their market stalls and the conversations that families share with each other. But the problem with being the outsider looking in is that sometimes you fail to see the context. meaning that Naruto has a SHIT TON of just. objective incorrect ideas of why certain things are the way they are. and it's not his fault– his conclusions are completely logical with what he has on hand, but the point is that he doesn't have all the information and he never does, on the outside. meaning: Naruto is a walking talking version of using the wrong equation on your math test and getting the right answer. he has to reverse engineer all this shit! and especially when it comes to jutsu, what's behind the product isn't obvious.

and now we come to the reason i actually made this post. the ridiculous, funny misconceptions i have headcanoned that naruto has, not the heartbreaking rage enducing ones.

the raw meat shame tax. so naruto eats raw meat (because no one has told him that eating raw meat = becoming ill, but he has kurama to take care of that anyway) if he's hungry enough or can't be bothered to cook it. but one time someone came across him during raw meat mealtime and reacted in horror and disgust. then naruto notices that sushi is like. super expensive despite how easy it is to catch fish and that cooked fish is cheaper as well in restaurants. SO naruto comes to the conclusion that eating raw meat must be shameful and taboo and something that can only be done alone or with close family in private BUT people like playing with the taboo so you can have sushi (which has non-raw meat elements to make it less scandalous) at restaurants AS LONG AS you pay an 'eating raw meat in public' tax. this is my most ridiculous headcanon and i love it to bits. like. i believe that out of all of the funny misconceptions naruto has, THIS is the one that is so baffling that it makes sakura just. give up. she leaves the room and walks directly into the Naka river.

what??? is?? the??? difference?? between?? girl?? and?? boy??? look. naruto knows that people can have different equipment: he lives in a bad part of town and is constantly eavesdropping on people. he doesn't just know that people have different equipment, he knows what sex is by the time he's 6. but naruto thinks that it can't be based on that because it's too stupid. like, if it were based on that, why would people cover up that part of themselves and treat it like taboo in public? it would make it really hard to tell who's a girl and who's a boy. naruto keeps coming up with shit and then disproving it over the years and is still unsure. but he nows knows he CANNOT ask people whether they're a boy or a girl because they will get mad.

which leads into clothes/hair aren't gender-specific but they ARE clan or occupation specific. Naruto does show up to class wearing dresses on multiple occasions and doesn't understand why Ino is extra mad at him those times. However the first time he sees someone with a haircut similar to sasuke's he's like 'that's not allowed! he's not part of your clan!' and it takes two hours to for sasuke to find out what the fuck dobe was talking about–

doesn't know what a library due date is. the library doesn't know who stole all the various craft/cooking books that have illustrated steps but they're never getting them back.

unintentional poison eating. naruto's cooking is.... so poisonous. he has eaten everything that looks like it could be eaten in the forest and if it doesn't make him sick then he deems him safe. there are SO many things that naruto forages that would straight up kill anybody else. naruto tries to share his food with team 7 one time because that's love and care babyyy!! and then there's ten minutes of screaming where sasuke and sakura genuinely think this was a murder attempt.

if someone leaves stuff unattended in public for more than half an hour then it's up for grabs and no longer stealing. this is how he gets most of his plants. and his bags. and his winter jacket. also his shoes. this is also how he garners even more hate from the village.

anyone above the age of seven can budget, haggle and save money. Naruto has been living on his own since he was four and he's been in charge of his own budget since then. he is merciless with money because he has to be and thinks that it is a normal thing for children to be capable of since he's doing it just fine after some trial and error. Naruto grudgingly thinks kakashi is smart for trying to foist the bill for ramen off on him every time by disappearing (good way to save money– don't be there when the bill arrives) but ALL of that goodwill evaporates when they go on a mission and kakashi spends the whole budget in the first week. also the image of naruto talking about finances with his teammates in a 'you know how it is' manner in and getting blank fucking stares back is hysterical. however sasuke is in legitimate danger of naruto dragging him through budget boot camp if naruto finds out that sasuke, the fucking clan head-in-waiting of the uchiha, is filthy rich and doesn't know anything about money.

there are three sets of teeth and if you lose an adult tooth you grow it back. this is (unintentionally) kurama's fault actually. naruto ends up with three sets of teeth: useless little baby teeth that he have fully lost by 6, child teeth (which are actually human adult teeth) that are fully lost by 12 and then "adult teeth." "Adult teeth" are nightmarish and are somewhere in between fox and human teeth. and if he loses an adult tooth naruto will grow it back sometime between a week and a month after he lost it.

team seven has never been more confused.

#naruto #uzumaki naruto headcanons #uzumaki naruto #uchiha sasuke #haruno sakura #team 7 #abuse and neglect has consequences folks. and so does have a demon fox sealed in your soul.#nothing boils my blood like people who interpret naruto as stupid: like dude. naruto has had NO ONE teach him ANYTHING and he's still #making it work. he's clever and skilled or else he wouldn't be ditching the ANBU on a regular basis and his pranks wouldn't have worked.#that's not being stupid that's being limited and handicapped by things beyond his control.#naruto is what happens when no one teaches you anything and then everyone expects you to somehow know to do rocket science.#he is trying his absolute best by using the stuff that he CAN do and thinking outside the box. if he can be this smart and able to succeed #with the neglect of the village towards his education in his way then it would be over for everybody else if he had that barrier removed #it makes me scream because naruto is fighting with his hands tied behind his back at all times.#and people are pointing at him asking why he can't form a punch.#my posts

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dollsahoy · 7 months

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I like to put holofoil stickers on sheet magnets (usually acquired as unsolicited marketing promotions--the printed parts peel right off) and the light hit them just right this evening

(I got that beat-up ringed planet sticker from a gumball machine in the early 80s)

#my glamorous life

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ravioliwings · 10 days

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Palestinian Recipes from The Immigrant Cookbook by Leyla Moushabeck

Full page transcripts under the cut:

Recipe #1: Reem's Muhammara

Photo Credit: Jung Fitzpatrick Photography and Ricarius Photography

"Muhammara is my homecoming. I discovered this addicting dip as an adult and fell in love with it when I went back to Syria in 2010. At the time, I was soul-searching in my father's homeland and started to open my eyes to all the richness of my Syrian identity, particularly through the food and hospitality. Up until then I was only exposed to my mother's Lebanese and Palestinian cooking and wasn't well-versed in Syrian food. In every home in Syria, my family would serve multiple mezze dips with dinner and muhammara was always a centerpiece. It has the perfect combination of tangy, nutty, and spicy flavors. And it looks beautiful on a dinner spread. I began to feature it at my farmers' markets and catering, and it became an instant hit. Now it is a staple in my restaurant and represents my Syrian pride. Look for Aleppo pepper and pomegranate molasses in Middle Eastern or specialty grocery stores, and you can easily halve or double this recipe to suit your needs. Serve with your favorite bread."

Makes 4 cups (2 lb / 1 kg)

Ingredients:

2 1/2 lb (1.2 kg) red bell peppers (7 large)

2 1/2 cups (9 oz / 250 g) walnut halves

1 cup (2 oz / 60 g) panko breadcrumbs

2 tablespoons pomegranate molasses

1 tablespoon lemon juice

3-4 garlic cloves

1 teaspoon cumin

1 tablespoon Aleppo pepper flakes

1 teaspoon salt

1/3 cup (75 ml) extra virgin olive oil

Pomegranate seeds, walnuts, or chopped parsley, to garnish optional)

Directions:

Preheat your oven to 400F (200C). Line a baking sheet with parchment paper and place the peppers on it. Roast until the skins are charred, about 30 minutes, turning them over once or twice. Transfer to a sealable bag, or a bowl covered with plastic wrap, and set aside until cool enough to handle. Tear them open, remove the stem and seeds, and peel the skins.

Working in batches, if necessary, combine the walnuts and breadcrumbs in a food processor, and process to a cornmeal-like texture. Add the roasted peppers, pomegranate molasses, lemon juice, garlic, cumin, Aleppo pepper, and salt, and pulse until smooth, turning off the machine and scraping down the sides of the bowl from time to time.

With the processor running, slowly add the olive oil, and blend until the oil is completely incorporated. Taste and add salt, if needed.

Garnish as desired and serve chilled or at room temperature.

"Reem Assil is the chef and founder of Reem's in Oakland, California. Reem's was founded with a passion for the flavors of Arab street-corner bakeries and the vibrant communities where they're located. Growing up in a Palestinian-Syrian household, Reem was surrounded by the aromas and tastes of food from her homeland and the connections they evoked of her heritage, family, and community. Before dedicating herself to a culinary career, Reem worked for a decade as a community and labor organizer, and brings the warmth of community to all her events. In 2017, she graduated from La Cocina, a competitive food business incubator program focusing on immigrant women."

Recipe #2: Gazan Hot Tomato And Dill Salad

Dagga (Salata Ghazawiyya)

Photo Credit: Ricarius Photography

"This is the most frequently served salad in Gaza, with a hot ite that makes it a fantastic accompaniment to meaty stews or rice dishes. Dagga, which is a variation of the work meaning "pounded" in Arabic, is commonly scooped up with Arabic bread, and has a consistency similar to that of a Mexican salsa. This dish must be made in a mortar and pestle with a rough interior (in Gaza, a zibdiya). Don't bother using a food processor!

Though she herself was of mixed Circassian and Kurdish-Damascene ancestry, my late maternal grandmother, il-Sitt Laila, as she was endearingly known, was fond of this classic, and used to refer to it as "the centerpiece of the Gazan table." It was probably the first recipe I learned from my mother, who often tasked us young children with the rhythmic exercise of mashing garlic.

Dagga is one of those recipes you are likely to find Gazan Palestinians making the world over, probably in a zibdiya they've inherited, a great source of pride. The original mortars are extremely hard to come by due to constant closures. They are fashioned from the rich, red clay in Gaza, and a constant reminder that though we may be thousands of miles (and often an unattainable reality) away, we have a part of that earth with us, and we can taste home wherever we go.

You can substitute 1 tablespoon dill seeds for the fresh dill and 2 tablespoons finely chopped onions for the garlic. The dill seeds should be ground in the mortar thoroughly in a circular motion along with some of the salt, before adding the onions and proceeding with the recipe."

Serves 4

Ingredients:

2 garlic cloves, peeled

1/2 teaspoon salt

2-3 hot green chili peppers, such as jalapeno or serrano

1/4 cup (1/2 oz / 15 g) finely chopped dill

3 ripe medium tomatoes, coarsely chiopped

Juice of 1/2 lemon

Extra virgin olive oil

Arabic flatbread or pita, to serve

Directions:

Using a large mortar and pestle, mash garlic and salt to a paste. Coarsely chop up the chili peppers, removing some of the membranes if you prefer less heat. Add the peppers to the mortar and crush until tender. Stir in the dill. Using circular motion, grind the dill until fragrant.

Add the tomatoes and pound until salad reaches a thick salsa-like consistency. Transfer to a serving dish, stir in the lemon juice, and then mix the entire salad well and even out the top with the back of a spoon. Drench the top with a rich olive oil, but don't stir it in.

Serve with Arabic flatbread on the side for scooping it up.

"Laila El-Haddad is a Maryland-based freelance journalist, documentarian, and cookbook author. She is the author of The Gaza Kitchen: A Palestinian Culinary Journey. She frequently writes on the intersection of food and politics and she is currently working on a book about the history of Islam in America, as told through food."

Recipe #3: Baked Fish Kibbeh

Kibbet Samak

Photo Credit: Ricarius Photography

"Growing up in Nazareth, we seldom ate red meat on Friday. The cafeteria at my elementary school would frequently serve mujaddara (lentil pilaf), which grew monotonous week after week. After school, my cousin Aida would take me to her house where my aunt Um Sami would feed us her delicious fish kibbeh. Hers was the only other cooking my mother really respected. And since Um Sami was on a first-name basis with the local fisherman, she always used the freshest catch.

A few summers ago, my family and I were on our annual deep-sea fishing trip to Montauk Point, New York, and as is our custom, we caught and enormous amount of fish. When I was trying to figure out creative ways to use it all, my aunt's recipe came to mind. It is a wonderful dish for a party, and this recipe can be easily doubled. It it best served with fattoush."

Serves 6 to 8

Ingredients:

SEASONING

1 tablespoon saly

1 1/2 tablespoon allspice

1 1/2 teaspoons cumin

1 1/2 teaspoons ground black pepper

1/4 teaspoon cinnamon

Pinch nutmeg

3/4 teaspoon dried marjoram

Zest of 1/2 lemon

Zest of 1/2 lime

Zest of 1/2 orange

SHELL

1 1/2 cups (8 oz / 225 g) extra-fine bulgur (size 0)

1/2 small white onion, coarsely chopped

1 1/2 lb (700 g) skinless grouper fillet or other firm white fish, cut into chunks

1 tablespoon hot pepper paste (optional)

STUFFING

1 1/2 (700 g) skinless striped bass fillet or other flaky white fish cut into 1 inch (2 cm) pieces

Salt

1/2 cup (120 ml) vegetable oil

1/4 cup (60 ml) olive oil, plus more for oiling

2 medium white onions, diced

2 shallots, diced

1/2 cup (1 oz / 30 g) chopped cilantro, plus more to garnish

1 tablespoon pomegranate or grape molasses or citrus juice

1 1/2 tablespoons lemon juice

1/2 cup (1 3/4 oz / 50 g) slivered almonds, toasted or fried, plus a few more to garnish

1/4 cup (1 1/2 oz / 40 g) pine nuts, toasted or fried

Directions:

Combine the spices and zest for the seasoning. Divide the mixture in half; half will be for your shell, and half for the stuffing.

Next, make the shell: Place the bulgur in a large bowl and add enough water to cover the bulgur by 1/4 inch (6 mm). Set aside until it absorbs the water, about 30 minutes.

Place the onions in the bowl of a food processor and process until very finely chopped. Remove and set aside. Place the grouper in the food processor and process to the consistency of a paste. In a large bowl, combine the onion, fish, and plumped bulgur. Mix in the hot pepper paste, and the spice-zest mixture you set aside for the shell.

Prepare a bowl of ice water. Dipping your hands in the ice water to prevent sticking, knead the mixture between your palms until it becomes dough-like. Cover and refrigerate.

Next, make the stuffing: Sprinkle 1/4 teaspoon of the spice mixture onto the fish with a small pinch of salt. Heat the vegetable oil in a large, heavy-bottomed saucepan over high heat. Fry the fish in batches, gently turning occasionally, until lightly browned on all sides, approximately 8 minutes. Transfer the cooked fish to a plate lined with paper towels.

Pour out the vegetable oil. In the same pan, heat the olive oil over medium heat. Saute the onions and shallots, stirring, until they are translucent and lightly browned, about 15 minutes. Add the cilantro and cook, stirring, for 2 to 3 more minutes. Add the fried fish, molasses, lemon juice, toasted nuts, and remaining spice mixture. Stir well, remove from the heat, and taste, adding salt, if needed. Allow to cool to room temperature.

Preheat the oven to 350F (180C). Coat a 13 inch by 9 inch (33 cm by 23 cm) glass or ceramic oven fish with 1 to 2 tablespoons olive oil. Remove the shell from the refrigerator and divide into halves. Use one batch to evenly line the bottom and sides of the baking dish. Evenly spread the stuffing on top of the shell. Spread the remaining shell paste over the top, pressing it with cold damp hands to level and seal the edges. Use a knife to score just the top layer into portions. Additional designed can be carved into each portion (usually rectangles or triangles).

Bake until cooked through and golden brown, 30 to 40 minutes. Remove from the oven and let cool for 15 minutes before serving, so the portions hold their shape. Garnish with chopped cilantro and almonds, if desired.

"Rawa Bishara is a chef and co-owner of Tanoreen restaurant in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. She emigrated from her hometown in Nazareth to New York 40 years ago. She is the author of Olives, Lemons & Za'atar, published in 2014. Her second cookbook will be released in 2018."

#recipes #palestine #syria #food #gaza #nazerith

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qqueenofhades · 2 years

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You are my reliable UK news source so what’s your opinion on the new UK PM? Do you think he’ll do a decent job, or just be another fuck up?

(I’ve watched exactly one news article about him and it was about 2 minutes long so my knowledge of this guy is that he’s rich as fuck and the new PM)

Sunak can take comfort that he's just had the actual-fax worst predecessor of all time, so unless he literally slips on a banana peel, sets off a Rube Goldberg machine that decapitates Charles in some hilarious fashion, runs naked around the city with a banner ordering everyone to crash the pound now, and ruins the next season of the Great British Bake-Off, he could hardly do worse. He is also the first British Asian/BAME Prime Minister and a practicing Hindu, so that's noteworthy. The hardcore Brexiteer racists hate him for being brown. The hardcore Johnson loyalists hate him for dramatically resigning as chancellor this summer and bringing BoZo the Clown down, down, down. (They, of course, don't give a shit about BoZo's many, MANY lies. He should have stayed in office anyway!!!!)

However, nobody should go getting too excited. While Sunak is regarded as more economically pragmatic and less diehard Thatcherite than Truss, he's still a Tory, and therefore beholden to some ridiculous and arbitrary goal of Reducing Government Spending and increasing austerity, rather than sorting out the incredible damage that twelve years of Tory economics have done to the country. He did dish out billions in support packages as chancellor during the worst of the pandemic, which was good of him, I suppose, but is now insistent that they have to Balance The Books and get it back!!! He's probably also going to bring Suella Braverman back as Home Secretary, which is especially disappointing; they're both British-Indian and yet they're trying to pull up the ladder behind them and continue to do horrible things to migrants and the UK's totally fucked asylum and immigration system. At least the odious Jacob Rees-Mogg is out of cabinet? That is... something. I guess. God, I hate that guy.

Overall, Sunak can at least pretend to be a grownup politician rather than a robotic Margaret Thatcher wind-up toy, and the markets responded somewhat favorably to his appointment. But he's not received a single vote ANYWHERE, from ANYONE -- not from the Tory MPs, not from Parliament as a whole, not from the Tory grassroots party members, and certainly not from the whole country. If the Conservatives actually thought they would win a general election, they would call one, but they'll do their best to put it all the way off to 2025 and hope that everyone has somehow forgotten about the total clown show happening ever since Brexit. If Sunak returns to disastrous economic and energy policies, with not a shred of a popular mandate, then that's going to be especially egregious. Sunak is taking over because Truss was historically, epically bad, so yes, standing upright at the microphone and putting together whole sentences would be regarded as a win. But he's an unelected prime minister of a party that has fucked up the country beyond recognition, he still generally subscribes to their policies, and there's no particular reason to think that he's going to do anything aside from govern as a Big Business Friendly, ultra-rich Tory mouthpiece, so yeah.

#whovian378 #ask #uk politics

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purlturtle · 6 months

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Bering and Wells Advent Calendar, Day 10

Never Get Involved With Your Flatmate, a collaborative writing event: everyone writes one chapter of a loosely connected getting together AU!

Here's my contribution for Day 10:

#10: Never let Helena give you a back rub

But then what do you do when Helena has such good arguments, and you really don't?

(fic is under the readmore, or on AO3 if you want! The whole AO3 collection is here!)

Myka will never ever let Helena put her hands on her again. She can still feel her skin tingling and burning where Helena’s hands have rested on her skin while Myka was on the rowing machine. Her back and her wrist and her forearm and her shoulder and her side—

She can also very much feel every single muscle she overtaxed on that damn contraption.

She groans and peels herself out of bed – it’s Sunday, and she has the day off, thank god. On the other hand, work would at least offer a distraction from her soreness. She groans some more and goes through a little routine of stretches, still in her PJs. At the end of those, she isn’t necessarily in less pain, but at least a bit more limber – and she knows even better which muscles she overtaxed.

She wraps herself in her bathrobe, puts on her thickest socks, and goes to take the hottest shower she can stand.

And if her skin still tingles afterwards, well, that’s just because the shower was so hot, not because Helena touched it. It wasn’t even all skin; on Myka’s back and on her side it was Myka’s shirt she touched, not Myka’s skin. And she’s never gonna touch any part of Myka again, and then everything will be fine.

That resolution lasts until afternoon.

Myka has been sitting and reading – an enjoyable activity, and Helena joining her at around two was enjoyable too. No hands touching anyone’s shirt or skin, no bodies in motion looking toned, just sitting together in amicable silence, each reading her own book. But then Myka moves to shift her legs to the other side, and god it hurts, and she can’t help groaning softly.

“What’s wrong?” Helena asks immediately, book lowered and eyes worried.

Myka shakes her head. “Just sore,” she admits. “It’s fine; it’ll pass.”

“Oh!” goes Helena, and gets up from her easy chair. “I have something for that. Just one moment, darling!” And before Myka can protest (or even process the goddamn “darling” cropping up again), Helena has hurried out of the room. She’s back only moments later, with a tube of ointment in her hand that she holds out to Myka. “I always rub this into my muscles when I’m sore,” she says, “it’s a godsend. I promise you’ll feel nothing at all tomorrow if you put this on.”

Myka looks at the tube’s label; she’s never heard of this brand before, but she has used Icy Hot and similar before, and she nods and takes the tube from Helena and winces as the motion twinges from her wrist all along her arm and into her back.

“Shall I help you?” Helena offers. “You can hardly put this on your own back, right?”

“No!” Myka bursts out. She’s blushing again, damnit. “No,” she repeats in what she hopes are calm and measured tones, “it’s alright.”

“Don’t try to tell me your back isn’t sore, Myka,” Helena says sternly.

Myka bites her lips together in mortification; her blush is burning in her cheeks. “It’s fine,” she brings out, “I’ll, ah… I’ll ask Pete. Later.” Because Pete is very much not in the building right now; he’s out on a Christmas market date, with Kelly, or perhaps Amanda, Myka isn’t sure.

“Nonsense, darling.”

There is that darling again. Myka’s ears are burning now.

And Helena is holding out her hand imperiously, even flexes her fingers for Myka to give her back the ointment. “Adults, remember?” she says, and Myka has no excuses left; she can’t very well go and say “I have this rule where I won’t let you touch me again because even though it was yesterday and through my t-shirt and I took a super-hot shower in the meantime, my skin still tingles.”

So she says “Fine,” and hands over the ointment. And gathers her hair, and lets Helena ruck up her sweater and the t-shirt she wears underneath and oh god Helena is unhooking her bra. “Helena!” she squeals, clutching a whole lot of fabric to her front that does nothing, of course, to cover her back.

“You don’t expect me to go under your bra strap, do you? Or get the ointment all over the fabric? Don’t be silly.”

Yes, Myka, Myka tells herself, don’t be silly. Just sit there and relax while Helena’s fingers and palms and fingertips and deft and calloused and gentle and no-nonsense and soft and oh god that was a groan you just groaned. A groan of pleasure. Of relief, of course, just relief, just sore muscles giving up their tension. You groaned. She wants to say sorry, but now it’s been too long to apologize; it would just make things weird, and Helena would probably ask “what on Earth are you apologizing for, darling?” in that ridiculously attractive voice of hers and that would make things worse and no, it’s definitely too late now.

“You really are tense, Myka,” Helena remarks, and it’s a perfectly reasonable thing to say under the circumstances, because hell yes Myka is tense, and Helena’s hands are both helping and very much not helping at all. “I believe the hotel has a massage therapist on call, for guests. Perhaps a fitting Christmas gift, if you’d let me?”

The only reply Myka can give is a strangled hum of assent – the close proximity of “massage” and “you” and “me” is fusing every single one of her thought processes.

And then, finally, Helena takes her hands off of Myka’s back, hooks her bra closed, and tugs the shirt and sweater down. “There,” she says, “all better, isn’t it?”

Myka just nods; she doesn’t trust her voice, and seeks refuge in tucking in her shirt and smoothing down her sweater. Then, she clears her throat and says, “Yes, thank you,” all calm and appreciative and appropriate.

Helena hands her the tube again. “For the rest of your body,” she says. And winks.

Myka flees, before Helena can offer to put her hands on the rest of her body.

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