#plushie: Lentil
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Fergus, Lentil, Jam, and Bingo are having an orange convention! 🧡
Is Jam actually peach? Who knows!
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first off I LOVE YOUR BLOG it brings me so much joy each day.
If you have the time, I wanted your expertise on stuffedy alteration- or even just a book/website recommendation?
how would I go about making a lil buddy from a sort of stiff and fixed pose to a more loose and squeezable buddy?
my brother got me a Bulba for Easter and I love it very much but he is a very stiff little fella.
also, the tip of his bulb seems to be stuck inward in a weird way...do u think I could fix that as well?
thanks so much, keep rockin
(Firstly, I love a non-traditional easter animal as a gift lol. I got an easter mammoth from my granny once as a kid. Wish I’d kept that…)
This got a little long so just popping it under a cut!
It sounds like you have a pretty firmly stuffed bulbasaur there! Are you hoping to just make it a little squishier, or make it beanbaggy? I’ve given a couple of other stiffly-stuffed Pokemon plushies the beanbag treatment and it definitely makes them more fun!
Can you find the closing seam on its body somewhere? It’s likely to be on the back, tummy or butt of an animal (probably not on a bulbasaur’s back with the bulb in the way) and will look like a more wibbly, obvious bit of hand stitching, done with a thicker tread than the rest of the seams. You can carefully snip this thread to open up bulba and take out his stuffing.
Try taking out a bit and squishing him around, or take out a lot and fluff it up a bit more if it’s too tightly packed, then put just some of it back in. You can also look for a softer, puffier type of stuffing in craft stores, if the current stuffing feels a bit too cheap and dense!
If you’d like, add some beans! Could be literal dried beans/lentils/rice (make sure bulba always stays dry if you use that!) or small beads, but best of all is plastic poly pellets designed for beanie toys. You can sew a thin fabric pouch filled with the beans to put inside, but honestly since bulbasaur is a pretty simple shape I’d just pour the beans right in there (carefully) and fill him up. Makes him extra nice and heavy! Leave the head and bulb filled with the fluffy stuffing.
Once you’re done just sew up the closing seam again using a ladder stitch! (If he’s full to the brim with beans put a little wad of the soft stuffing at the entrance just to stop bean escape while you sew.)
As for the funny bulb tip… is there a single stitch in there to pull it inwards? It might be a case of unpicking that and re-stitching it a bit more neatly, but it’s a little hard to tell what you mean from here! Feel free to message me and we can take a closer look at that.
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COME W ME TO INVERNESS :333
on the bus, listening to alesana and I'm super fucking happy cause it's a double decker and my audhd loves sitting at the top of these things
WE'RE HERE and yes this was taken in a toilet... who cares?
SCREECHING. got unknown pleasures by joy division but also really wanted all the plushies in HMV that I couldn't get :( they were all so fucking expensive :(
scran. also had a cig while I was at it... so, super fun. also the lentil chips STUNK. SO BAD. I mean I know it says cheddar cheese on the front but god damn
read itgo for a while on my tablet, got to chapter 15 so will be updating the 'rereading itgo' posts on @zaachknight
grabbed some more scran after walking around the works and waterstones... and maybe HMV again.
got the 6pm bus back and got back to my town around half 7 so goals.
then got the bus back home and literally just went to sleep I was so tired :/
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I made this totally effed up nacho chip plushie. Just a little peek into my dark twisted mind. >:)
I actually have been saving this button for over 10 years for the PERFECT toy, but I could never choose. This is the one.
Filled with polyester fiberfill and lentils for weight and made of a SUPER soft sherpa fleece. I put every little red spot on the chips by hand! The mouth and eyebrows are hand sculpted and one of a kind with holes are drilled myself to sew them on!!
Are you ready to step into my evil nacho labyrinth of a brain?!
Comes with a couple hand-drawn stickers and a LEGIT one :3
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Here is our current list of plushie name ideas! We hoard names and if you have any name idea of your own, please comment them!
Honey
Kai
Mouse
Beetle
Cricket
Fawn
Newt
Noot Noot
Pocket (pocky)
Pixel
Qwerty
Basil
Biscuit
Noodle
Peanut
Pickle
Dust(y)
Freckle(s)
Lock
Harper
Balsa
Bramble (Bram)
Moss
Pebble
Twig
Milton
Melville
Tick-Tock
Stitches
Mallymkin
Lump/Lumpkin
Nivins
McTwisp
Nuggie/Nuget
Babinka
Jelly
Pidder
Skittles
Twinky
Bitsy
Boo (boo-boo)
Puddle
Mr. Twisp
TipToe (Tipsy)
Grimes
Gremlin (Grem)
Bug(s)
Dimple
Tak
Zim
Dib
Irk
Tab
Nib
Mort/Morti
Mori
Mob
Geek
Billy/Billie Butcherson
Eddie
Worm/Wurm/Wormie
Sally
Kiki
Poppy
Tula
Nixie
Echo
Fuddles/Fuddle
Blorbo
Mildew
Bloofer
Mulchy
Luna
Rain/drop
Eclipse
Dusk
Shadow
Midnight
Chaos
Hemlock
Jinx
Lethia (means forgetful)
Wednesday
Xylia
Lycan
Corbin
Eldritch
Orion
Whisper
Beelze
Baphy
Luci
Moofy
Mushroom
Enoki
Shiitake
Morel
Porcini
Cremini
Toadstool
Mallow
Paprika
Crumple
Fable
Folklore
Pesto
Ari
Mayhem
Lentil
Woodsey/Woodsie
Jasper
Fig
Tiblet/Tibbly/Tibbles
Sprig
Marmalade
Wybie
Bufo (boo-foh)
Grimby
Mimzy
Neddy
Schwabl
Shermy
Lich
Mooshie
Miso
Leek
Tofu
Domino
Toffle
Gimble
Mungo
Taro
Kuma
Mulberry
Mingus
Myrkwood
Diddums
Anuka
Omen
Tillamook
Haku
Glom
Axel
Seratonin/Sera
Melodramatic/Melo
Indictable Offence/Indie
Amoxicilin/Moxie
Dopamine/Dopi
Kuro (black)
Shiro (white)
Zlch
Boggles
Posy
Lily
Bingly
Nostalgia
Lulamoon
Widget
Smushu
Muddle
Grom
Prickle
Wimble
Zip
VHS
Casette
Taara
Inari (Japanese fox god)
Okami (Japanese for god)
Haiku
Kelpi
Pumpkin
Kyūbi/Kyuubi
Goomi/Gumi
Lint
Oats
Moss/Mossy
Sylvester
Toothpaste
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Carpe Diem - Chapter 4
Pairing: Sketchbook (Kaisa/Johanna)
Summary: Carpe diem: one of the five latim mottos of the arcadist, or neoclassical movement. Literally translates to "seize the day"
Picking up where Locus Amoenus left off, this fic follows the lives of Kaisa and Johanna for a couple weeks as their feelings grow and develop. At some point there will be a couple of weeks of hiatus, but for now this fic will be updated weekly.
Notes: Happy Valentine’s day! This is your reminder to go reblog aromantic stuff because they deserve to be trending. It’s the smallest compensation we can give them for putting up with our bs (and also objectively funny)
Most of Kaisa’s plushies are ones that I have in real life, you should find them easily enough by looking them up on the internet, but the catowl one comes from the fan made familiar that hilda tumblr gave her! Link to the original post: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/waddles-ex-machina/180462531236
This is another one of those chapters that became too big and had to be cut in half, so there will be a second chapter this week as well but then 2 or 3 weeks of hiatus for reasons beyond my control :’)
Read it on ao3 or read the first installment on this verse or read the second installment on this verse
When Kaisa was dropped off at her house that night, Tildy was in the kitchen giving their dinner its last touches, and Frida was by her side at the sink, washing the dishes that their mother had used to cook.
“Welcome back, sugar pie!” The greeting reached Kaisa’s ears as soon as she turned to lock the front door. Sometimes she swore Tildy had supernatural hearing to go with all the other clearly out of the ordinary things about her. “How was it?”
“Pretty nice.” She said as she dropped her bag with two small candles carefully on the sofa. Later, she’d pick it up and put the candles in her room, where she could feel soothed by their scent while she studied, but for the moment being she let them lie there while she headed for the kitchen.
“Is that so?” Tildy prompted, sounding amused as Kaisa walked closer to give her a kiss on the cheek. Kaisa hummed an affirmative sound as she moved to do the same with Frida.
“Did she comment on your makeup?” Frida asked to Kaisa’s back while she rose on her tiptoes to put the honey jar she’d acquired in the overhead cabinets. Considering this was a house of pygmies, it felt like a really bad design flaw that those had been built so far above the ground.
“Not really. She only told me I looked nice when I got in the car.”
Honey safely tucked away, Kaisa put herself by Frida’s side and picked up the kitchen towel to dry the dishes she was washing.
“And was that the actual word she used?”
“I don’t know.” Kaisa shrugged as if she couldn’t see why that was relevant, failing to notice how Tildy hovered over the kitchen door with a tray, not wanting to go place it on the table and miss the gossip. “I think what she said was ‘so beautiful’, but she’s very polite. It is a very nice set of clothes you picked for me, anyhow.”
Though Kaisa couldn’t see it, Tildy looked like she would slap her own forehead if she wasn’t holding a hot tray, and Frida craned her neck to give her an “I told you so” look.
“Sure, Kai.”
They were sitting around the table in no time, and even though Kaisa didn’t think the single pastry she’d eaten earlier at the market was enough to sate her hunger for the entire evening, there was a nervous, coiling feeling in her stomach that made Tildy’s delicious cooking not look so inviting. She still grabbed some of the rice with lentils and the mix of steamed legumes, though, even if only in order to not worry her family.
“This Johanna sounds lovely, sugar.” Tildy said at one point, after they’d asked her to narrate her afternoon. Kaisa didn’t understand why they were so interested. They’d all been at the market a couple of times before, even if usually it was to accompany Tildy on her search for cooking ingredients. “You should invite her over sometime.”
Chewing on a mouthful of legumes, Frida nodded at Tildy’s suggestion, making Kaisa lift an eyebrow.
“Really? Would that be okay?”
Truth be told, she’d been daydreaming about inviting Johanna for a visit for a couple of weeks now. Not only did it feel appropriate, since by now she’d already seen her house and spent lovely times in it, but also she realised she wanted Johanna to meet those spaces that were essentially hers. She wanted her to meet her family and see where she’d come from and where she wanted to go. At this point, she already knew she could trust her with those bits of herself and know that they would be treated gently.
Tildy looked at Frida before answering, but quickly saw that the two of them were in the same boat. She wasn’t inviting anyone into her home without both of her daughters being fine with it, of course.
“Oh, yes! Any friend of yours is welcome here, you know this.”
With her fork, Kaisa pressed down on the small mount of rice with lentils, making it crumple. “Could I invite her over for lunch next Saturday, then?”
Both of them assured that yes, of course, that would be just fine. As Kaisa continued to daydream about having Johanna meet her lovely family, said lovely family stared at each other like a war had just begun.
“Get ready to lose.” The stubborn set of Tildy’s jaw and the furrow between her white eyebrows said.
“You wish.” Frida’s relaxed face and confident smirk answered.
Next Saturday couldn’t come fast enough.
………
The invitation had been popped shyly by Kaisa the following Tuesday, when they were walking from their seminar to Johanna’s house. Edmund said he’d be out working on the project he begrudgingly took part on, so they decided to take the opportunity to be there without bothering anyone. Johanna had, of course, enthusiastically agreed, and spent the rest of the day feeling lighthearted about having been asked to go to Kaisa’s house and take part in one of their family programs.
Now, standing on the last one of the circular stone tiles that traced a path from the sidewalk to their front door, Johanna wondered where that excitement had gone, and how it had turned into such dread. The butterflies in her belly sounded more like a swarm of wasps, now.
Wasps serve a crucial role in the ecosystem, her cousin’s voice in her head reminded her. They’re pollinators, and do pest control, as well as decompose biomass. You’re not in bad company, even if it feels uncomfortable.
Doing her best to allow the metaphor to steel her nerves, Johanna took a deep, steadying breath and knocked three times on the door.
There was the sound of some commotion coming from inside the house, though Johanna couldn’t make out any specific words, and soon the door swung open to reveal a satisfied looking girl with a messy, curly bun atop of her head.
“Good afternoon!” She greeted politely. “You must be Johanna.”
“I am!” Frida stepped aside to allow her in, and Johanna bowed her head slightly in thanks. “Frida, am I right? I’ve heard a lot about you, it’s lovely to meet you at last.”
A mischievous spark was lit in Frida’s eyes when she answered. “I could say the same.”
Before Johanna had the chance to think too much about how Kaisa apparently talked about her to her family, she heard the noise of frantic feet on wooden boards just before the girl herself appeared at the back of the corridor Johanna was standing in. Her face was flustered, and her hair was still wet, the strands falling straight on the sides of her face without their usual volume. She still looked cute as hell.
“Anna! Sorry, I was just finishing getting dressed. I see you’ve met my sister.”
Johanna, turned towards Kaisa as she was, didn’t really understand the tone with which Kaisa had said that last sentence, nor did she understand the glare that she was giving the child, but that was mostly because she couldn’t see the knowing smirk on the child’s face.
“Sure took your time with it, Kai.” Frida said sweetly. “Never saw you dress so nicely when we had guests over.”
Kaisa was, indeed, looking very nice. She wore a plain grey shirt under a fluffy looking cardigan with a checked pattern, and her skirt had a whimsy embroidered pattern. Her leggings were also grey, and her shoes were black buckled doll shoes. Though Johanna was biassed to say so, because she always thought that Kaisa looked gorgeous, the clothes suited her very nicely, so she didn’t get why she seemed annoyed that her wardrobe choices had been pointed out.
“I like to switch things up.” She hissed through clenched teeth and pink cheeks. Any signs of irritation had vanished when she turned her eyes to the guest.
“Tildy is still working on lunch, but would you like to come meet her?”
“Of course!” Even though Frida had been nice enough, the wasps returned as if on cue at the prospect of meeting Kaisa’s mother. “I’d love to.”
After smiling at her, Kaisa guided her through the entrance corridor, which ended with a staircase to an upper floor to the right, just beside a passage that led to another room. Though the door to said room was only half open, she could see stacks of books inside, and made a mental note to ask Kaisa about it later. They turned the opposite way, to the left and into a cosy living room. It had a fireplace and a couch, as well as one well loved armchair and a coffee table at the centre. On the wall behind the seats, there were some majestic paintings of viking boats, but the eyes of any observers would immediately be drawn to the large framed picture of a teenager Kaisa reading to a much younger Frida. The sight of it alone was enough to ease Johanna’s nerves.
A doorless passageway separated the living room from the eating area, where a glass door to the backyard let sunlight in, illuminating the long wooden table with eight places on it. She didn’t have any time to look out into their garden, though, because Kaisa kept moving to a door that, when opened, released a delicious cheese scented steam into the air, making the mouths of them both water.
“Johanna’s here.” Kaisa said briefly to the person inside, and not two seconds later the woman came out.
Tildy was not at all how Johanna had imagined. She was much better, in every way. Even if all that Kaisa had told her about her led her to believe she’d given her children a healthy upbringing, she could never help but wonder where Kaisa’s rigidness and obsession with perfection had come from.
Probably not from here, she concluded as the grandmotherly looking woman walked over to her wiping her hands on her (no longer) white apron, all smiles and sweet words.
Once introductions had been made and Tildy had assured her, profusely, just how long she’d been wanting to meet her and the amount of good she did to Kaisa, she suggested she showed Johanna around while the meal wasn’t yet ready. All the while, the girl herself had been looking like all she wanted to do was bolt and hide behind anywhere big enough to conceal her face. While they both offered to stay and help however they could, the woman insisted on it, asking simply that they called for Frida to come help set the table. Which was just as well, because Johanna herself had been beginning to feel like she needed to bury her face in her hands and scream. Maybe it was a family thing to want to drive her crazy.
Kaisa took her wrist, making her feel like little bolts of electricity were shocking her wherever their skin made contact, and led her away with urgency. Before they had left the room, however, she gestured to the glass door.
“I’m looking forward to showing you outside later.”
Frida was in the living room when they arrived there again, and her sister briefly told her to go help with the table. She went without a problem, but not before smiling at Kaisa and Johanna’s linked hands.
“The living room is probably… self explanatory.” Kaisa said, then pointed to the wall with the paintings. “Tildy got those as a gift from the artist who illustrated one of the editions of her books. I don’t know if I ever mentioned this, but she used to research Scandinavian history before retiring.”
Johanna would most certainly take her time to appreciate the technique behind those paintings later, but Kaisa had already moved on. She showed her the family pictures on the mantelpiece, telling the history behind the ones that Johanna asked about. It was all very sweet, and she cooed several times while listening. It was hard to think of any families she’d ever met that loved one another as much as this one seemed to.
Even if they had apparently taken the day to get on Kaisa’s nerves, if Johanna was reading the situation even remotely correctly.
When they walked away from the living room again and Johanna asked what was in the room full of books, Kaisa smiled brightly and ushered her in with excitement.
“It’s our little library!” She declared as she held the door open for Johanna. “Originally, it was just Tildy’s office, but when I took to reading she installed more shelves and added a beanbag so I could keep her company while she worked. And then Frida came, hence the second beanbag.”
The room had an hexagonal shape, and every wall was lined with shelves from floor to ceiling, save for a space for a big window. There was a desk with a typewriter, pens, and a comfortable looking chair tucked under it, and in front of it two beanbags: one purple and the other blue. It was majestic. The sort of thing she was not at all surprised to find in Kaisa’s home.
A tiny snoring sound drew Johanna’s attention to the fact that, beside the desk, there was a dog bed with a little creature soundly asleep in it.
“That’s Cornelius.” Kaisa said when she noticed Johanna looking at it. “He’s been Tildy’s since before I arrived. Good thing that he’s sleeping right now, he can be a bit… much, when awake.”
“He’s so cute!” It was true, even if Johanna couldn’t quite understand what position the dog was even laying in. Was that his head or his belly? He didn’t look like any dog she knew, more like a cloud who had gained free will and moved into an elderly lady’s home. “What breed is he?”
Kaisa blinked, as if it had never occurred to her to ask that question before. “I have no fucking idea.”
When she led her guest up the stairs, Johanna realised that that was where all the bedrooms were. Walking forward a couple of steps when they arrived at the upper floor, Kaisa’s was to the left, exactly above the library.
Holding the door open for her, Kaisa gestured for Johanna to follow inside. As soon as she did, she was struck by the distinct scent of lavender and green tea; she’d never been able to pinpoint what Kaisa smelled like from their brief hugs, only that it was pleasant, but stepping into a space that was entirely hers made it much more prominent. She could also see where the scent came from: there was an empty tea mug on her disorganised desk, along with scattered notes and an open book filled with highlights and annotations, and on the table by the side of her corner bed there was a mason jar with some fresh stems of lavender.
Johanna felt like she’d stepped into the room of a ghibli character.
“Sorry for the mess.” Closing the door behind her, Kaisa apologised, referring to the couple of clothes laid out on the bed and the remains of frantic revising on the desk. As she did so, she scratched at the silver band on her left middle finger with her right index one. A gentle breeze was coming in from the open window, making Johanna long to settle with a book on the cushioned windowsill seat. “Lost track of time this morning and forgot to put my stuff away.”
Johanna turned to her with a sympathetic smile. “Hey, we’re friends! You don’t have to hide any part of yourself from me. When people like each other, they enjoy even the messy parts, right?”
Just when Kaisa felt like she’d finally stopped blushing due to Tildy’s extremely unsubtle comments to Johanna, here she was, feeling her face heat up again. She really didn’t understand why, and blamed it on her friend being one of the only people she’d ever met to accept her so easily, and not be afraid to say it.
“Right. Thanks.” She cleared her throat. “Likewise, by the way. I bumped into Edmund the other day on campus, he said you’d been stressed about that cake you baked us not turning out how you wanted. You don’t have to try to impress me, I’m impressed enough already.”
Now Johanna didn’t know if the correct reaction to this was murdering her cousin in his sleep or bursting up into flames, but she somehow managed to keep it together and just smile at her friend. She turned away to pretend to analyse the room further, feeling her heart beating faster.
It couldn’t be a coincidence, right? That Kaisa would say something like this, and that all of her family would act like they were aware of something Johanna wasn’t and use it to drive them both mad? Maybe Johanna’s hope was making her connect all the wrong dots to draw a completely false picture - heavens knew it wouldn’t be the first time - but it had to mean something, right?
Her corner bed was couple-sized, which had Johanna wondering if Kaisa was a ‘starfish’ sleeper and actually needed all that space, or if she was a ‘cocoon’ and simply occupied a ridiculously small part of the bed. Either way, it looked like she wasn’t the only occupant of that space, because a couple of stuffed animals laid atop of it.
Johanna walked closer to them in order to inspect her collection. She recognized a butterfly with floppy blue wings, a squishmallow stylised like the Boogie Man from Nightmare Before Christmas, a pink axolotl, a pokemon whose name she didn’t know (but Edmund would certainly be able to tell her instantly) with a pikachu face on its head and two little eyes where she supposed its belly should be. There was only one she couldn’t understand. It was black, very much so, but it looked like a hybrid between a cat and an owl.
“These are so cute!” Johanna craned her neck to look back at her, noticing a flash of relief cross over her face. Was she expecting judgement for her stuffed collection, Johanna wondered. Because if she was, she was going to personally hunt down whoever gave her the idea that it was something to be ashamed of. “Can I pick one up?”
“Of course.”
Johanna took the cat/owl hybrid in her hands to inspect it more closely. It had big eyes and feathery wings, as well as soft plumes through the course of its tail. Two white fangs were embroidered poking out of its mouth.
“This one’s cute! What is it?”
“That’s Freya!” Kaisa explained as she stepped to Johanna’s side, happy to have been asked about it. “She’s a catowl. She’s… not real, obviously. When I was little I’d ask Tildy to make up stories for me, and she one day told me one about the adventures of a catowl cub. I became obsessed with it and constantly asked her to tell me more of them. So for my birthday, she commissioned someone to sew it for me. I’ve had many stuffed animals in my life, most of which I donate when I feel like it’s time they move on, but this one I’ve always refused to let go of.”
It was only by a miracle Johanna wasn’t tearing up when she thanked Kaisa for the story. Seriously, there was something about that family that made Johanna feel like vomiting a rainbow. If she wasn’t head over heels for one of her daughters, she might just run downstairs and beg Tildy to adopt her too, nevermind that she was legally an adult already.
Placing Freya back on the mattress with the care that she deserved, Johanna turned her gaze to the opposite wall, the one against which the study desk was, noticing that it was covered in framed documents. A quick scan through a couple told her all she needed to know about them.
They were certificates. Of competitions, of successful exams, of course completions, of academic excellence. Just looking at the amount of them felt dizzying, and awakened in Johanna a feeling she would rather not allow to flourish, not in a pleasant moment like this, and not ever.
“Ah.” Kaisa breathed when she followed Johanna’s line of sight. “Sorry. I know this must look self-centred. Tildy encourages me to do it.”
“Don’t worry, I didn’t think it was.” Johanna said, and then cringed at how robotic her voice sounded for a moment. As her mind processed it, she found she needed to ask for clarification. “You mean she encourages you to do all these things, or to put up the frames?”
“The last one.” She answered readily. Of course, Tildy had always been her number one supporter, and any win she got made her mother so happy for her it might as well have been her own success. But there was always something so sad in the woman’s face whenever she noticed how her daughter brushed off any of those accomplishments, and how quickly she ignored her latest ones to go look for another way to prove herself.
Who it was that she was trying so hard to impress was something Kaisa was still trying to answer.
“So you don’t forget how much you have done already.” Was the answer she’d gotten when she was a teen and had asked why Tildy insisted on putting them up. She’d accepted that explanation, and allowed the woman to do as she pleased; it wasn’t like she had been using that wall for anything else, anyway. There had been one time, however, in which she’d gotten a reply that was slightly different, a moment in which Tildy had let her worries slip from her.
She’d been about to put up the framed certificate of a weekend course which Kaisa had skipped her last High School dance to attend. It had caused some trouble between her and the girl she’d agreed to attend with, but it wasn’t like she could force Kaisa to go when she didn’t want to anymore. The girl hadn’t spoken to her again after that day, but Kaisa told herself she preferred being alone, anyway. When Tildy had walked into the room to do it, Kaisa had been studying at her desk, not failing to notice the tight lines on her face. She’d ever gently given her daughter her opinion on not showing up to an important milestone in order to study when Kaisa had told her she was planning on doing it, but it hadn’t been listened to simply because Kaisa felt it was something that would look good on her application. So when she walked into the room, Kaisa had quipped.
“Why put it up if you hate it so much?”
The answer she’d gotten was very much not as light hearted.
“Because I keep hoping that when you eventually run out of space on this wall, you’ll finally realise that you can’t fill your life with anything meaningful like this.”
That night, Tildy had walked out of her room with no further comments, leaving behind a Kaisa that was well and truly alone. And the worst thing had been knowing it was her own doing.
She was snapped out of her memories by Johanna’s soft voice, sounding very much like she was having flashbacks of her own.
“There’s one just like this back at my parents’ house.” She said with a ghostly quality to her words, like she was either talking about a dead thing, or about something she hoped was dead. Memories of days spent lying on her bed, hating herself for not managing to study or prepare for an exam floated around her mind, as well as those of nights spent awake at her study desk without remembering to so much as drink water, but Kaisa could see neither. “But it wasn’t for me. It was in the living room, for everyone else.”
Failing to pick up on why that would be something that would bring her distress, Kaisa looked at her with a smile filled with a sense of kinship and pride.
“An overachiever as well, are you?”
“I was.” Still looking at the wall, Johanna answered. Kaisa didn’t think she’d ever seen her sound so sad, and it both baffled her and made her want to do anything to bring back the Golden Retriever she’d known, even if she had to collect every single frame and throw it out of the window. That girl being upset looked like something that should be illegal. “In many ways, still am. But I’ve been working hard to heal.”
Kaisa opened her mouth, meaning to ask why that was something she felt she needed to ‘heal’ from, but for some reason, nothing came out. Maybe she didn’t know how to ask. Maybe she just already knew the answer. Either way, it didn’t last long, because there was a knock on the door that brought them back to reality, and they heard Frida’s voice from the other side.
“Lunch is ready!” She declared, making them switch glances of relief and excitement. Neither had noticed how hungry they were. The fact that it came with an excuse to postpone this conversation was just a bonus.
Looking at her with a mischievous glint in her eyes now, Johanna was about to propose something when she noticed Kaisa was thinking the same thing. They smirked to each other, wondering who would be the one to make the first move.
And set off in a race to the dining room.
#SOOOOO many thanks to blaithnne for talking about adhd to me :''')#I wanted to adhd-code Johanna but I don't know nearly enough. They helped me a lot <3#my fic#fic: cd#verse: carpe diem#sketchbook ship#sketchbook ship hilda#sketchbook ship fanfic#kaisa hilda#johanna hilda#tildy hilda#sketchbook college au
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16, 32 &48!
16: do you have any autistic friends?
Yes, most of my friends are autistic
32: what are your same foods?
Spaghetti with tomato sauce and fake ground beef
Vanilla soy yoghurt
Roti masala
Burritos
Dahl with rice
Tomato soup with bread
Pumpkin soup with bread
Carrot soup with bread
Lentil soup with bread
Apple sauce
Most cookies
Curry with rice
Falafel wraps or pitas
Pizza
Mashed potatoes with carrots
Hummus with carrots and cucumbers
Mac and cheese
Peanut stew
48: favourite special interest related item that you own
Lotje my cat plushie
Got her for Sinterklaas in 2006 (and by got I mean stole from my cousin)
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Katsumi mentions how cute Joltik are and when he shows up for their next session Ingo's bought him a big ol joltik plushie (ingo will be living off lentils for the rest of the month)
Ingo is like WORTH IT.
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drew my new plushie friends!
their names are Lentil and Bean.
for those who didn’t know, axolotls dropped again FINALLY at build-a-bear. I’ve been waiting for months, since I missed the first release! super happy to finally be able to add these little fellas to my collection. I have always liked axolotls and salamanders and such, and it’s so weird and cool that they made these dudes!
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for the ask game, 3, 6, 11, 27 <33
thank you so much for the ask <33
3. Do you collect or hoard anything?
i do! i'm collecting the three investigators books, it's a book series about three detectives and i love them so much that i decided i need all of them. and there's a loooot.
other than that maybe plushies. i'll try to buy one at every vacation as a souvenir and sometimes just because i find them cute 🥰
6. What is a song that's been stuck in your head lately
given-taken by enhypen! and sometimes the whole soundtrack from the heathers musical, i blame tiktok for that
11. What is the most obscure thing on your bucket list?
paragliding and bungee jumping when i'm 80 🤭 i'm too scared to do it now, but when i'm 80 i can hopefully look back at a great life and do it without being scared!
27. What snack do you highly recommend?
recently i've discovered an obsession with chips made out of lentils! and rice chips with peanuts and wasabi are just amazing 🤩
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Avengers PSAs: On the COVID-19 Pandemic 5: Food!
Clint was leaning back against the kitchen island in purple argyle pajama pants and a black T-shirt.
“Hey,” he said, making the salute-like ASL sign for hello as he did. “Clint Barton, AKA Hawkeye or 'that random guy with the bow an arrow who hangs out with the Avengers' here to talk about grocery shopping and cooking during these quaran-times.”
He grinned at his own pun, then continued, signing to the camera to follow him. He pushed off from the island and walked over to the pantry and the two large refrigerators that flanked it. “Whether you're ordering your groceries for delivery or suiting up in your mask and gloves to brave the stores, you need to shop according to what kind of storage you have and you preferences as far as what you'll actually cook and what you'll actually enjoy eating.
“Now what I mean by shopping according to your storage is things like, if you have a lot of freezer space—maybe you have a freezer chest in the garage because you hunt, or you have a minifridge leftover from college that you can set cold enough to use as a freezer—then stocking up on frozen food is a good idea. If you don't have a lot of freezer space, then you can't stock up as much on frozen food and need to focus more on shelf-stable things like dry good and canned goods.
“The point is to be able to have enough food in your home that you can make three meals a day for your whole household for at least a week without having to go shopping and without things going bad before you can eat them. That kind of big stock-up grocery run gets expensive fast, and a lot of people aren't working right now or have their hours cut, so it can be hard to afford the kind of stocking up we all need to be doing. To help mitigate that and make things easier for others in your community, if you can afford to buy the more expensive versions of some foods, do so. Leave the less expensive options on the shelves for the people who can't afford anything else.”
He moved farther into the pantry and he segued subjects a little. “If you're not much of a cook or if you're particularly busy right now—working in essential industries, working from home, trying to homeschool your kids, whatever—then you need to focus more on prefab food, stuff you can just shove in the oven or the microwave or stick on the stove for a minute and be done. If you do like to cook or you've decided your quarantine activity is gonna be learning to cook and you have more time, then you should focus more on getting ingredients for cooking from scratch. Everyone should have a mix of both, though, and there are certain stables everyone oughta have on hand.”
He grabbed a box off a shelf, tossed it over his shoulder, caught it as he turned around, and held it out for the camera to see. “Noodles. You want noodles. It doesn't really matter what noodles. Dry pasta is great because it's extremely shelf stable, it keeps forever. I've eaten pasta that was a year past the date on the box and it was fine.
“I know a lot of stores are running low on boxed pasta, so maybe now's the time to try that lentil based pasta you've been eyeing suspiciously for a while, or get some tiny pasta like orzo, stelini, or even couscous that you usually avoid because they're not really noodles.” He put the box of pasta back on the shelf. “You can even make your own pasta if you really want to or you're really desperate. But if you have noodles—or pasta, same difference—you have a meal. Cook a whole batch to eat with sauce for spaghetti night, then save the leftover noodles, fry them up in a pan with some butter, scrambled eggs, and cheese tomorrow for lunch.
“On that note, you want eggs unless you're allergic—or vegan, I guess—and you want your dairy staples: butter, cheese, and milk. Butter and cheese both keep a long time in the fridge, especially hard dry cheeses, but milk is iffier. You canfreeze milk to make it last longer, just shake it up real good when you thaw it out, but you can also get UHT milk—ultra high temperature—that's been heat-treated so you don't have to refrigerate it at all until it's opened so you can keep it on the counter or in the pantry.” He looked around a little. “I don't think we have any UHT milk for me to show you or I would. Stark's bankrolling us, as usually, and we're doing what I mentioned earlier about buying the more expensive stuff if you can afford it, and, well, Tony can afford anything, so we've been getting direct delivery from a local dairy farm once a week—it's in glass bottles, Steve and Buck are thrilled, it's cute. Anyway, another thing you can do is buy a gallon of milk, buy some powdered milk, once you've used half of that gallon, mix up half a gallon worth of that powdered milk with cold water, add it to the half gallon you had left. Boom, whole gallon of milk again, and I promise it's not weird and watery seeming like if you just reconstitute powdered milk by itself. It's good.
“You also want rice, shelf-stable protein like canned tuna, or these funky little packets,” he held up a pouch of lemon-pepper flavored tuna, “stuff to snack on like crackers and whatever you like on crackers, and bread—which is something else you can make yourself, seriously buy some flour and get your bake on, kneading bread is a great way to work out your frustrations.” He smacked a large bag of flour, caught it as it threatened to fall off the shelf, resettled it, and flashed a thumbs up.
It cut back to Clint in the kitchen, sitting at the island now. “For the sake of your own sanity, it's also important to make it where feeding yourself isn't just a chore and you actually enjoy your food. There's a lot of little things you can do that will help with that a lot even if you're not up to much more than throwing some ramen in the microwave.”
A package of Yaki Soba slid quickly across the counter right past Clint—a slivery blur flashed behind him, kicking up a breeze that ruffled his hair, and Pietro caught the package before is skidded right off the end of the island. “Sorry,” Pietro grinned sheepishly as he handed the Yaki Soba to Clint, “my bad.”
“I knew I should have asked your sister,” Clint teased. He rolled his eyes as Pietro ducked back out of frame, then held up the Yaki Soba for the camera. “If you're gonna have one of these, take two seconds before you make it, dig through your fridge, add a little soy sauce or teriyaki sauce to the water before you cook it, give it some flavor. Toss some shredded carrots, coleslaw mix, or even canned chicken in there. Make this stuff be real food instead of I'm-trying-to-feed-myself-in-my-dormroom sadness with minimal effort.”
He tossed the Yaki Soba out of frame, presumably to Pietro, and a plushy hotdog got tossed back to him. He caught it easily. “Hot dogs are great, easy and fast to fry up in a pan, but kinda meh on their own, so have some potato chips or shove fries or tater tots in the oven. Make some chili and have chili dogs.
“Speaking of chili….” He tossed the plushy back and a jar of Prego pasta sauce slid to him—it stopped a little short and he leaned forward to grab it. “We should have practiced this. Anyway. Jarred pasta sauce is totally fine, but you can use it as a spring board for excellent homemade sauce. Brown some ground meat in the bottom of a pot, put some onion through a food processor, cook it in a big pan, add some garlic, process some more veggies, any veggies, add them and some wine to the onions, once that's cooked down, add it all in with the meat, pour in some store bought sauce, feast like a god. I'm not even kidding, Thor loves this stuff, I made a whole vat of it last week. It's easier to do in bulk and it freezes well. Andyou can split some off, add beans and spices, make yourself some damn good chili. I'll post a recipe with actual measurements and stuff.”
He slid the jar of sauce back and caught a box of dry noodle soup mix that had been thrown directly at his face. “Make this stuff with more noodles—if your extra noodles take more than 5 minutes to cook, put them in the water first, then add the soup mix when ther's five minutes to go. When it's almost done cooking, like a minute left, pour in a scrampled egg or three. You've got egg drop soup, white people style.”
He tossed the soup box back and Pietro threw a pack of premade pizza crusts to him like a frisbee. Clint fumbled it a little but didn't drop it. “Make your own pizza! You can get these flatbread rounds to use as crust, or you can make your own dough—if you have a bread machine, it will make the dough for you. Then, put whatever you want on your pizza. You can go traditional with red sauce, cheese, and pepperoni, or you can get feta, pre-cooked grilled chicken, olives and artichoke hearts—Tony likes that.” He gestured off camera. “The wonder twins over here like carrots on their pizza; I'm not gonna question it. Natasha made herself a bacon mac'n'cheese pizza for breakfast today.”
He flung the pizza rounds away and, judging by the thwap sound, no one caught them. “Just, think about your food. Have fun, experiment, sing while you cook, plan before you go shopping, don't feel like you have to settle for spaghetti-o's and cereal just because you're stuck at home. And, hey, tell me what you're cooking, what you like on pizza. Stay home, stay safe, stay well fed. From me, and Pietro, and the rest of the Avengers—thank you.”
He signed thank you as well and waved before the video went black.
#PSA#Avengers#Marvel#coronavirus#covid19#covid-19#covid_19#clint barton#HOH!Clint#hawkeye#food#cooking#quarantine#quarantimes#advice
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☀️💚💙 What a lovely sunny day is today! Me and Wolfie went for a long trip with mum and dad. 🌲🌱 We walked in the surroundings of Kuks castle in east Bohemia enjoying first signs of becoming spring. 😎 In pictures you can see me and Wolfie sunbathing on logs with dad eating lentils salad on background. Hope you all have beautiful day, plushies and humans! 😉😘 From Instagram
#plushiesofinstagram#travelbuddy#traveldonkey#travelplushie#pelucheviajero#burritoviajero#plushies#plushieslife#alegriadevivir#stuffeddonkeyadventures#burritodepeluche#ig_plushies#plushiecommunity
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21 questions tag!!
tagged by my bff @bakugfs!
Rules: answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people you want to get to know better
Nickname: Hans
Zodiac: sagittarius
Height: 152 cm (I'm shorter than YeoJin, this is sad)
Last movie I saw: The one where bridget jones has a child(? Idk the name
Last thing I Googled: Trunks dragon ball (AJKSHKSJD I LOVE HIM)
Favourite musician: Loona!
Song stuck in my head: Dance the Night Away by TWICE
Other blogs: I have another blog where I post my loona imagines!
Do I get asks: Never (sad again)
Blogs following: 305
Amount of sleep: 7-8?
Lucky number: 13
What I’m wearing: my pijama
Dream job: writer/photographer/anything to do with arts
Dream trip: I would love to go to Tokyo! I like so much Harajuku style askhfskdjf
Favorite food: My fav foods are basically; Pasta, stewed lentils and hamburguer...Maybe pizza too
Play any instruments: I wish
Languages: Spanish, catalan, english, and I can introduce myself, use some expressions in japanese and read some hiragana (I did french for 3 years but I only know how to say 'bonjour' so I won't add it ASKJDFH)
Favorite songs: I'll say one of any people I stan because I'm that kind of person who can't choose things so... Hi High by Loona, What Is Love by TWICE, LADY by Chanmina...
Random fact: I move my leg when I'm nervous or angry, I get super aggresive when I get angry too aksjh, I can laugh in 872348724 different ways, people always think I'm eating all day but I only eat a lot when I'm anxious, I STOPPED BITTING MY NAILS *claps*, I used to play roll but I don't anymore, I love videogames but I can't buy them so usually I watch hours and hours and hours of gameplays, to talk in french I have to move my hand like the tipial italian stereotype (?
Describe yourself as aesthetic things: pastel pink, forehead kisses, drinking coffee on a rainy afternoon, dark lipsticks and shinny highlighter, astrology cards, japanese food, pinky pale skin, bubblegum pop playlists, girls, the smell of strawberries candles, sailor moon iconic sentences, bad jokes and loving memes, cat plushies and strong perfume
I'm tagging @shoukata, @jerbair, @lifeofcynch and @urusei-senpai ! If you don't want to do it you don't have to ajkshafd
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Utsuko warms up with a hot bowl of lentil soup (even though she’d already been hiding from the cold in her photographer’s pocket all day).
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Tag game
I was tagged by @astraxh for these two tag games
1-20 Questions
Answer 20 and tag 20 people you want to know better (I’mma tag 20 max for both)
Name: Angelina
Nicknames: Angi, Sof, Sofsof
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bi/Pan
Nationality: Austrian
Faith/Religion: Atheist
Hobbies: Reading, manga, anime, Japanese calligraphy, gaming and that’s about it
Pets: Two cats
Favorite Color(s): Purple and blue
Favorite Holiday: Summer holidays
Books: As a kid I really liked the Warrior Cats series and R. L. Stines’ books, used to read lots of them. Rn I don’t really read much anymore except for manga
Movies: Princess Mononoke, Suicide Room (my emo side is still alivemkwodwdi), and Labyrinth (1986)
Tv shows: Kitchen Nightmares and Hotel Hell (Ramsay is too good I’m sowwy), but I really don’t watch it on television, I watch streams tbh. I didn’t turn the TV on in forever
Music: Swing, punk, everything with a nice beat and lots of Sorority Noise and Priory
Coffee, Tea or Hot Chocolate: I love all of them, but tea for the win!
Favorite meme: Rickrolling
I want to live long enough to: Be away from my mum, feel like I’m surrounded by good friends and know I made all of them a bit happier
Weird Obsessions: I collect the steam trading cards and actually have lots of manga at home, I’m kinda obsessed with collecting them
Random Fact: While Astraxh sleeps with a dog plushie, among the seven plushies in my bed, there is no dog
Goals for 2018: Move out and feel like I still have my friends around me wdkwadkp, my finals are already done after all
Get to know me tag
Rules: Answer 30 questions then tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better
Nickname: Angi, Sof, Sofsof
Gender: Female
Zodiac: Pisces
Height: 158 cm (I’m so smol)
Age: 18
Time: 21:11
Favorite Bands/Solo Artists: Sorority Noise, Priory, Troye Sivan, Hayley Kiyoko, Arctic Monkeys, Cigarettes after Sex, Caravan Palace, Parov Stelar, Zayde Wolf, Hungry Ghosts, grandson....
Song stuck in my head: Priory - Lady of Late
Last movie I saw: White Fang from 2018 (watched it today with my dad)
Last thing I googled: Priory because I forgot whether that’s the right name of the band I cry
Other blogs: I wish, not anymore sadly @cooro-the-crow used to be a blog I had
Do I get asks: Nearly never but I’m happy whenever I get any. I also never received anon hate lmao
Why I chose my username: It’s the cool edgy name I came up with when I was 4 for my dragon OC
Following: ??? Every blog possible on earth prolly I don’t know. Most of which post good fandom stuff others just have the same shitty humour I like
Average amount of sleep: Hahaha, hah. 6? I guess?
Lucky number: 7!
What am I wearing: A black shirt with a red banner on which “OK. BYE.” is written in white and my pajama pants because I only changed half of my clothes sdjoawdjo
Dream job: Not too sure. I used to want to be an author, I would like being a teacher as well though.
Dream trip: JAPAN, NO MATTER WHERE, COUNTRYSIDE IF POSSIBLE
Favorite food: Lentil soup with tomatoes and parsley (I had it today again, hehe)
Play an instrument: 4 years of playing the English flute in primary school, after that one guitar lesson, attempts of playing keyboard and actually about no fucking musical experience wdijawdo
Favorite song: Doomsday by Mephiskapheles
Play(ed) any sport: I only did Wing Chun for some time, lel
Hair color: Brown-darkbrown with some lighter and slightly brighter blonde strands of hair? Natural
Eye color: Brown-olive depending on the light
Describe yourself as an aesthetic: Removing your bra after a long day (I am crying but that’s it, that’s basically all)
Random fact: This took me way too fucking long and also I started listening to old music I listened to once again diwjadw
I tag: @sinning-oskar, @gay-in-a-manger, @succubike, @a-lonely-ahoge, @nekoyaz, @unnameddoc, @svearike, @trashtetsu, @emiria (I don’t have many friends lmao)
Have fun doing this shit except you don’t want to, then just don’t but know I thought about you and tried tagging you at least lmao
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Doofus Rick having a duvet day and eating his favourite food.
@ricksanchezdwcYour dear boyfriend had managed to catch a cold, and you stuck around despite his protests. He didn’t want you to get sick, but you weren’t about to leave him to fend for himself. Besides, he took care of you when you got sick. So, you put on an apron and set about about making your dad’s famous vegetable, lentil soup. While the soup was cooking, you made sure Zeta-7 was nice and comfy, covering him in his favorite duvet, until he looked nice and snug like a burrito.
Unlike you, he wasn’t grouchy or moody while sick, but cheerful, even if slightly sluggish. You arranged the pillows, and gave him a plushie to snuggle with, though what he really wanted was something nice to watch. Hmm, no action movies, and horror movies were out of the question. You flipped through the channels and left it on a lovely rom-com. Zeta-7 loved to watch wholesome movies, even if they were sappy at times, and this one seemed safe enough.
You decided to stay and watch for a while, until the timer went off.
Man, the soup smelled good, though it was still far too hot to serve. Moving the pot to a cool burner, you thought about what else you should make. Should you make some brownies? You knew how to, and it wouldn’t take that long. And of course, it’s what Rick would have done.
You were careful to weight the ingredients, before mixing and setting them to bake. It probably wasn’t going to be as great as Rick’s , but they were going to be okay. After, you set about cleaning the stove and counter, as well as the flour you dropped. Oh man, a look at the dishes and you frowned. How did you always manage to dirty so many dishes?
Thank goodness Rick had a dishwasher, which lightened your cleaning load.
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You were so proud of yourself. You had actually managed to make something really yummy, and you couldn’t wait for him to try it. Strangely enough, he had been awfully quiet. When you heard him call, you rushed over, worried that something was wrong.
However, it was all because he didn’t want you to miss the best part of the movie. You ruffled his hair, and sat him up so he could take some medicine. That was the part he didn’t like, the bitter taste of the cough syrup, but you presented him with a serving of your brownies soften the discomfort. Afraid of his reaction, you closed your eyes as he tried them. They were his favorite kind of food after all, and if you messed this up, then you weren’t sure how you could face him.
Happily, he asked if you had anymore.
Of course there was more, and you’d make all sorts of lovely goodies if he wanted them. Yet, what you wanted was for him to get better. So you inched closer, and pulled him down for a sweet kiss. Zeta-7 panicked, lightly pushing you away since he didn’t want you to get sick. Perhaps he had never heard the saying, that the fastest way to get rid of a cold was to give it to someone else.
Whether or not there was any reputable proof to this you were uncertain, but you were willing to test the theory. All in the name of science, and then some.
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