halibaal replied to your photo “I can’t cook much today since I’m trying to stay off my foot, but I’m...”
Dehydrators are so handy I take and buy up clearance mushrooms from Kroger’s and slice em up and dehydrate em(your whole house will smell like biscuits) then just keep em dry in a bag and throw em into soups and stuff
Oh shit, is THAT why my condo smelled like baking for like three days? I couldn’t figure it out, I thought maybe the neighbor was making biscuits. That makes so much more sense if it’s from when I dried the mushrooms.
lololovescheese replied to your post “I stumbled on an auto-generated playlist of 1970s pop music on YouTube...”
How much Vicodin are you on Sam?
Not nearly enough, let me tell you :D There may be Midnight Theater at some point, but I tried last night and I was distinctly uninspired.
trinket-the-bear replied to your post “I stumbled on an auto-generated playlist of 1970s pop music on YouTube...”
I'm pretty sure that's just... what hair was like in the 70s.
I guess the hair care companies that were failing on shampoo sales stayed afloat selling pomade...
roobei replied to your photo “Polk has strong feelings about literacy. ”
I love 1066 and all that. One of my favorites.
Me too! Once in a while I just think “HE DIED OF A SURFEIT OF PALFREYS” to myself and lol.
halibaal replied to your photo: CLEAN CUP, CLEAN CUP, MOVE DOOOOOO-OOOOOWN!!!
Awe man I love pumpkin chocolate chip- but how is the tea? Pumpkin sounds mighty odd!
I really really like it a lot! :D Sometimes with flavored teas like gingerbread or chocolate, I like to add a bit of milk to bring the flavors out a little, but I don’t gotta do that with pumpkin at all, it’s really sweet all on its own and black tea carries the pumpkin-yness nicely. There’s also cinnamon and cloves and nutmeg and ginger and stuff in it too, so it’s not too cloying or anything. I like drinking it with pumpkin foods, but honestly I think this stuff goes best with a really light, simple cookie, like animal crackers or vanilla wafers or sommat.
halibaal replied to your video: hey @jumpingjacktrash this guy sounds like your...
Omg! I watch this guys videos allllll the time I love eating mres something about little packaged meal pieces delights me- I’ll pass so much time unintentionally this way! Watching him sample stuff feels like being there.
oh man I KNOW RIGHT?? I’m so happy he does this stuff.
Hi! Masterfeel from ao3! If you’re taking fic suggests then anything at all with Haala and Keith interacting or a conversation between Marzila and Haala regarding Keith and or zarkon or or or Keith pondering if zarkon is muscular defined, what his chest looks like OR zarkon POV of the biting scene or the Keith walking around in new outfit for him OROROR Keith thinking yknow I may have a type what is is about fit strong guys- omg I’ll shut up now
I might have been tempted to write more than one of these….
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Zarkon should be meeting with Haggar soon. She will not be happy to be forced to wait for long.
But Keith is too amusing. The poor cub cannot even sort his own clothes out without assistance. And having Keith try on outfits Zarkon knows he would never choose for himself is a far better way to spend time than hearing about Haggar’s latest failure to find a way to sever their bond.
While Keith is in the bathroom changing his clothes and clinging to his sense of modesty, Zarkon pours himself another glass of wine.
He watches Keith walk around in the latest outfit with a look of polite appreciativeness on his face before he decides it is time for him to go. There is a limit to how long he can stay from his duties, after all.
Keith looks at Zarkon with that expectant look, waiting for guidance, and Zarkon decides he can spare him another moment. He points at a pile of clothes without caring much what it will look like on Keith. It is not like he looks bad in anything, as Zarkon had come to learn.
The shoes Zarkon points Keith to are a more calculated choice. He wants to see Keith try and walk in them.
When Keith exits the bathroom Zarkon has to make an effort not to laugh at the uncomfortable expression he is wearing. It is sweet how Keith still thinks in human terms, despite living among the Galra who are arguably far more like him than those worthless beings could ever be.
But Zarkon knows it is not easy to shake old habits, so he allows Keith to hold on to them while he learns the ways of his true people.
Besides, right now Keith’s modesty is proving to be a source of great amusement.
Keith stays glued by the doorway until Zarkon tells him to walk around, and he keeps a close eye on Keith while he follows his orders.
That is another thing Zarkon has been surprised about. Keith comes off as such an assertive, unyielding person, and yet he bends to Zarkon’s will so nicely, even if it does take some work.
But what good things do come free?
Keith would have been a prize to be fought over in the past, when earning the love and respect of a mate was something people aspired for. Nowadays people want everything so easily. People seek for a mate that pleases their eyes and does not require much work to win over.
It is a sad thing, but there is little Zarkon can do about it, except make his disapproval of such ways known, especially to the people who think they can just smile and bat their eyes, and he would pay them any attention.
Keith on the other hand fights and pushes back, but always gives Zarkon what he wants eventually.
It does not take long for Keith to notice Zarkon’s attention, and Zarkon expects him to stop walking and return to the bathroom.
But he does the opposite.
Zarkon smiles when Keith straightens his back and resumes walking with a more confident attitude. It is not what Zarkon expected, but he appreciates the show, and he sips his wine while he watches Keith move around, allowing himself to enjoy the show Keith is so kindly putting up for him.
Keith’s eyes find Zarkon’s every now and again, and his face turns a lovely shade of pink.
Blushing.
Such a useless concept that looks so appealing on Keith.
Zarkon almost lets some of the lazy desire he has no real need to fulfill seep through the bond, just to see how Keith reacts to it.
Except, he does not need to let Keith get a glimpse of his thoughts. Keith, unable to shield his mind, cannot stop Zarkon from sensing the dark desire bubbling inside Keith.
“What’s next?”
Zarkon frowns, but Keith does not face him. Of course he would not follow through with that desire. The poor cub is too scared of himself, and too proud of himself to even admit the want is there.
Still, there is no harm in having a little fun, and Zarkon pushes himself off the table, lazily swirling the wine in his glass as he stalks towards Keith, his steps slow and calculated.
Keith takes a step back every time Zarkon takes one forward until his back hits the wall and there is nowhere for him to escape.
Zarkon stops. He has to, unless he wishes to physically press Keith to the wall, which he does not.
He should leave Keith be.
But Zarkon is curious, and as much as he hates admitting it, Alfor had been right when he had said his curiosity was the only thing that might bring him more trouble than his stubbornness.
So, instead of leaving like he should, he meets Keith’s eyes, marveling at the way they look almost black. Should he ever allow Haggar to fix Keith’s appearance to be more Galra like, he would have to order her to leave Keith’s eyes as they are.
Zarkon breathes in, intending to tell Keith to sort out the mess he has made of his quarters, but the scent radiating from Keith stops him.
A rich, burning scent that makes Zarkon think of the heat of the desert sun and fire, and something dark and dangerous.
Zarkon wants it.
And maybe, if Zarkon was any less proud, he would take Keith without hesitation. But Zarkon has his pride and his principles, and he is not about to compromise them over a cub like Keith.
“I should be heading back to work,” Zarkon says instead, keeping his voice light to hide his want. “Unless you would prefer me to stay.”
Keith thinks about it, and Zarkon can feel Keith think about it. If Zarkon has any luck Keith will not fight it.
“You should go back to your Empire,” Keith replies eventually, and though Zarkon is momentarily disappointed by it, he smiles.
Of course Keith is not going to give in so easily. Of course he expects more effort from Zarkon’s part before giving him what he wants.
So Zarkon hands Keith his glass, and leaves him to sort through the clothes. Poor thing looked like he could use a drink.
➧ Massage their shoulders 🚁 Play with mine’s treads Dead-set would take the opportunity to play as well as serve of course. (au where Dead-set was never mindfragged into being an autobot and admires Tarn and his crew)
Tarn sank into the silk sheets of his berth, and buried his faceplate into his folded arms. The pressure against his shoulder treads was light at best, but it felt soothing, pinpricks of sensation flitting across his neural grid. Having comrades other than his team on the Peaceful Tyranny was rare, but it happened on occasion. Most of the time, the tankformer found those hitching a ride to be intrusive, but Deadset seemed alright.
