#(its a milkshake and some french fries)

[bitchfitch]

The Same Fucking Bacterial Infection!!! Never went away!!! Just been here. Causing mischief. Since March.

Got IV antibiotics and a prescription for the strong shit since the last round apparently did fuck all.

Anyways I'm turning my chair around like I'm in a health PSA now, Don't drink yucky water or eat the food your beloved family cooks with the yucky water because it's the only water available in your hometown when you go visit for Easter.

[ash5monster01]

Hi, can I request cuddling and falling asleep with Randall pink Floyd?❤️🖤

Only Comfort

Pairing: Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, insomnia, anxiety, mentions of drugs/alcohol, friends to lovers

Summary: It’s not unknown to your friends that you struggle to sleep, insomnia being your biggest curse and the number one reason you’re the most fun to party with. Yet one night spent with Pink you discover he just might be the key to getting some rest.

word count: 1.9k

Masterlist

You couldn’t believe it. It was your senior year, a Friday night, but suddenly all your friends were too tired to party. As much as you understood where they were coming from, how you all had been doing the same thing every weekend, a part of you still wished they’d agree to go out. Mainly because it was the only time your nights weren’t so lonely. Sleep never coming to you in the late hours and emptiness filling the void. Weekends with nights that never ended was where you thrived so the idea of a Friday night spent home alone was the worst form of torture to you. A nightmare to be exact.

Pink doesn’t miss the panic on your face, how an anxious hand reaches to pick at the rips in your jeans. You’re uneasy all because no one felt like hanging out tonight. He knew you struggled with sleep, pretty much everyone did, considering that even when they got tired you were still ready to go. He just didn’t know it bothered you so much, made you this nervous to not be surrounded by a little life. So he jumps to attention before you spiral too hard.

“I’ll hang out with you, we can let these guys get their beauty sleep” Pink says, hand clasping over your shoulder and he can feel how you immediately relax at his recovery. You offer him a thankful smile and Pink decides it’s worth it to lose a little more sleep.

That’s how you find yourself in the passenger seat of Pinks El Camino after football practice. His hair was still damp from the locker room shower but he looked so soft in this light. The sun setting and caressing his golden skin. It was no surprise all the girls fell for a boy like Pink. Kind, handsome, charming, he checked all the boxes. Thing was, with everyone taking a break from partying, not a single soul was out tonight. Not even Wooderson had made an appearance and it almost made you double check if it was a full moon. The entire earth off its axis, something had to be explanatory for the quiet weekend.

“We can just go to my place and watch a movie?” Pink offers as you pass the Emporium for a third time just to see there was still only two cars in the parking lot.

“You sure?” you question, not wanting to feel like you’re overstepping but Pink just flashes a smile, chuckling lightly.

“Yeah, why not. Apparently we don’t have anything better to do” he says and you can’t help the wide smile that crosses your face as he pulls into the Top Notch for supplies.

You make it back to Pinks house in no time, juggling some milkshakes, fries, onion rings, and whatever other grease filled food you could get your hands on. It wasn’t your first time at Pinks before, having done the long trek up to the attic space that had become his own. The room is in a slight disarray but you don’t mind as you move to set the food on the small trunk used as a coffee table in front of his couch. There was something homey about it, how everything here had been passed down and worn in. Patches covering old holes in the couch and blankets tucked around cushions Slater had accidentally burned. His bed covered in a homemade quilt and mismatching pillows. It was Pink, in the simplest terms, and no other way to describe it.

“Any particular movie in mind?” he asks, clicking on the small television set, an old T-shirt hanging off the side. You smile around a bite of french fry as you slip off your shoes and begin to settle in.

“Not at all, something good” you tell him and he laughs before grabbing a VHS of American Graffiti and popping it into the TV. It’s not long until the boy has joined your side, the couch dipping you into him with the added weight. You accept it and settle in as the tape begins to play.

In no time, majority of the food has disappeared, and you’ve both been sucked into the movie. You lasted only ten minutes before wrapping a blanket around your form and maybe thirty before you rested your head against Pinks shoulder. He doesn’t mind, actually quite content with the situation he’s found himself in. He doesn’t question any of it but after the better part of an hour you’ve rolled against him, arm wrapping around his waist and pulling him tight, which makes him freeze. Dropping his eye-line he spots your closed eyelids, the soft breaths falling softly out in an even pace. You’re asleep and the idea makes him freeze because you never sleep. Not once in front of him at least, and he’s spent over 48 hours with you before.

The movie had been over for twenty minutes but Pink doesn’t dare move a muscle, knowing how much you need this, even if you hadn’t meant to curl against him. So slowly and carefully he begins to adjust you both on the couch. Turning to lay back against the cushions and lower you down with his chest. Once you’re tucked safely between him and the back of the couch, he pulls the blanket over you both, the wrapping his arms around your form and getting comfortable against your side. Allowing sleep to overcome him as well.

When you wake the next morning you’re more than confused, having not remembered falling asleep last night. It had been a long time since you felt so rested, so blissful, and so delirious. The room you open your eyes to is not your own, and the pillow beneath you is not a pillow but instead rises and falls with a breath. Eyes darting upward you find Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd evenly breathing and dreaming away, soft golden sunlight framing his face that peaks through the sides of his mismatch curtains. It’s then you feel the firm grip he has around you and realize your own. You must’ve fallen asleep during the movie but what was more unsettling about the predicament you were in, was how easily you had.

Breaking your thoughts, Pink lets out a soft groan, shifting in his sleep and rolling into you. You freeze as he snuggles closer, knee nudging between your own and tangling you whole. It’s then you realize you had only fallen asleep due to how comfortable you had been. Pink and this room had offered you something you hadn’t felt in a long time. The idea nearly brings tears to your eyes because he made you feel safe. Safe enough to fall asleep here and feel protected. He allowed you to get some real rest that you desperately needed, wanted more than anything. As you look at the long lashes that graze his cheekbones and his soft pink lips, your heart swoons. Pink was worshipped by every girl but in this moment you swear you love him. So you hug him close before kissing his cheek, soft yet firm.

When he doesn’t wake you kiss his other cheek before peppering him in kisses anywhere you can. Forehead, eye lids, chin, nose, and when your lips finally grace the corner of his own his eyes slowly flutter open. You watch as he processes the sight in front of him, you in his arms, and kissing his face. A dramatic turn around from the friendly and teasing relationship you had shared before this. “Hi”

“Morning Pink” you reply, hoping he doesn’t move from his hold on you. If you could stay like this forever now you would, sleeping right here peacefully in his arms.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, a small crease forming between his brows as he realizes he has no idea why you’d be kissing him the way you were.

“Yeah, I just wanted to say thank you” you say, throat already tightening as you use your hand to push some hair away from his face. That way he was easier to see.

“Thank you for what?” he questions, trying not to shiver from your touch. Mind reeling in how soft and warm you were against him. How beautiful you looked in the morning.

“I haven’t slept through a whole night in a very long time. It’s the one thing in life that makes me the most uneasy. So thank you for making me feel comfortable enough to finally sleep” tears fill your eyes and Pink notices, one slipping out and over the bridge of your nose due to your shared horizontal position. Quickly he reaches to brush them away before hugging you close.

“Of course, yes of course. Anytime” he mutters into your hair and you smile through your tears, feeling so much adoration and love for the boy beside you.

“I can leave though, I understand that I’ve probably overstayed my welcome” you say, beginning to lift yourself from between him and the couch but his hold tightens on you. Dragging you down and close.

“You have not overstayed, in fact you can’t leave until you tell me what all that kissing was about” he states and you blush cherry red, having realized that your joy for him had prompted some spontaneous action.

“I was just excited that I slept through a whole night. It was a thank you” you answer, unable to look him in the eye and he snorts.

“Really, that’s it?” and you groan, the blush darkening as you drop your head to his chest.

“Fine, I may or may not have been a little charmed by you. Couldn’t help myself” you offer and Pink chuckles, hand tucking under you to lift your chin. You allow him to pull your gaze back into his eye-line.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to a few more thank you’s” he whispers, lips close to your own and you gulp nervously. Feeling that magnetic pull and the thrumming of your heart that beat just for him in this moment.

When you’re sure you’ll combust you finally press your lips against his own, hands tangling in the chocolate strands of his signature hair, holding him close. Pink kisses back just as eagerly, unknowingly nudging his knee up more between your legs. His kiss is everything you imagined and when his tongue grazed along the seam of your lips you allow him entrance. Whining softly at the taste of him and how his tongue meets your own. He kisses you hungrily, desperately, wanting nothing more than to keep kissing you. In this moment you wish to keep him, not just for the comfort of sleep but for everything in between and after. You never want to stop thanking him.

“How was that for thank you?” you ask when you pull away for air and his grins, lips swollen and red from your own. He’s even prettier than before and when he tucks your hair behind your ear you know he’s meant to be yours.

“I don’t know, maybe we should try again” and you snort in laughter, hitting his chest lightly, but he draws you near again. When his lips brush against your own you stop fighting him and allow him back into a kiss.

Perfectly content with kissing him all day and sleeping in his arms all night.

[yum-bugs]

Some (more) agere snack ideas!

Sweet - Cookies, pudding/jello cups, caramel popcorn, fruits, brownies, Lil Debbie/Hostess snacks, Rice Krispies Treats, dry cereal, cereal/granola bars, muffins/cupcakes, candy/chocolate

Salty - Chips, crackers, pretzels, popcorn, nuts, Funyuns, Fritos, veggie straws, trail mix, beef jerky

Cheesy - Nachos, Cheetos/Cheese puffs, Cheez Its/Cheez It Snap'd, cheese & crackers, Goldfish crackers, Ritz cheese crispers/Ritz bits/Ritz toasted chips, Munchies cheese mix/cheddar Chex mix, Combos

Spicy - Takis, flamin' hot Cheetos, watermelon/mango w/ tajín seasoning, buffalo wing flavored Snyder's pretzels, Frank's red hot Goldfish crackers, Hot & Spicy popcorn, flamin' hot Munchies snack mix, spicy nacho Doritos

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Cold - Ice cream/milkshake, popsicle, smoothie, cold chocolate/candy, smoothie, yogurt, refrigerated Fruit Rollup/Gushers, cereal (with milk), pickles/olives, string cheese, Lunchables

Hot & Savory/Salty - Tater tots/french fries, pizza rolls/bagels, soft pretzel, bagel/toast, grilled cheese, mac & cheese cups/bites, jalapeño poppers, mozzarella sticks

Hot & Sweet - Toaster Strudel, PopTart, waffle, french toast sticks, s'mores, cinnamon rolls, hot chocolate

[voyagers-stone]

ashlyn banner hcs !! <3

Dips her french fries in milkshake/icecream

avid reader. specifically for high fantasy and thriller novels, she likes the world building and detailed monologue, which aiden is continuously confused about.

will NEVER speak about reading.

she thinks itd ruin her reputation as the responsible one.

the only reason aiden knows about it is because of the amount of times hes broken into her house.

knows a small amount of sign language and tried to speak with ben using it.

did not realize he was just mute and deaf, so he didn't know wtf she was doing.

embarrassed herself greatly with that last one.

took ben a couple of days of various frantic and concerned gestures to let her know that it was okay.

plays rhythm games on her phone when shes tired/can't access her ddr machine.

i think if anyone saw her playing, she'd tell them it's "just for the game play" but she knows somewhere deep, deep down shes there for the anime girls.

some of their stories are just so sad, okay? she can't help but want to keep reading a bit.

// im a hashtag "ashlyn as a normal teenage girl" kind of person okay. we saw her and her father outside of the hospital.

has a growing beanie collection, but only the soft ones so its not sensory hell.

listens to pink floyd, nirvana, michael jackson, red hot chili peppers, and the smiths (when shes sad)

fan of porcelain creechures. dogs, birds, cats. i like to think shes got a little showcase somewhere of them.

logan always gives her really big bouquets of flowers after ballet recitals.

she feels a bit guilty throwing old ones away so she dries them and uses them as book marks.

borrows books from the library that she sees logan reading.

this is something she thought of after taylor started to try and teach her how to talk to people.

she thought that if she wanted to start a conversation, she'd get logan to talk about recent books hes read.

taylor brings her out for slushies at the gas station often

practically begged taylor to come over to her house when her ddr machine broke.

she was absolutely distraught.

tyler witnessed her begging and wanted to make fun of her, but the pity he felt outweighed his need to be an ass so he shrunk back into his and taylors room.

taylor fixed it and she almost cried thanking her.

tyler and ashlyn are resident judgement and shit talkers.

eventually, taylor knows all of the gossip from the popular kids/sports kid so he's got to find someone else to talk to. his first person was obviously ben because hes a great listener, but he seemed too nice to laugh at others misfortune, so when him and ashlyn teamed up together to make fun of aiden eating shit on the sidewalk after he does something dumb....he found his new target.

i don't think its particularly mean gossip, but more like your average catch-up-on-events kind of thing.

dead silence "........you know who i really hate?" kind of talk

i also think tyler and ashlyn are gym buddies.

maybe it'd take her a while to get to the point to want to hang out with him somewhere like the gym, so they usually go on runs or bike rides together.

they make aidens scrawny ass play ddr with them. ill talk more about that in his headcanons though.

[scarletsaphire]

Dani and Danny return to Amity Park after a long time away, one last time.

--

This is my first fic for @phicphight, done for @ashseadreamer's prompt: They lay side by side on a blanket, fingers intertwined as they whispered dreams into the night. The fireflies look like falling stars-- beautiful, mesmerizing, and sad.

I hope you enjoy!

"Oh thank the Ancients!" Dani called out the moment the run down, faded "Welcome to Amity Park" sign appeared in their line of sight. "It feels like we've been flying forever!"

"It does feel like its been a long time, hasn't it," Danny replied. "It's nice to be back home."

Dani laughed. "I know. I still think we should've stayed in Taiwan."

"Yeah, well, you lost at rock paper scissors, so there." Danny stuck his tongue out at her, and Dani returned the gesture. It wasn't long before they both devolved into giggles.

After the two of them regained their composure, Danny spoke again. "C'mon, we've got a few hours to kill before sundown. What do you want to do first?"

Dani hummed thoughtfully. "Do you think the Nasty Burger milkshake machine is still running?"

"There's only one way to know for sure."

There was, unsurprisingly, nobody working, but one look at the machine, wrapped in bright yellow caution tape, told the half ghosts exactly what they needed to know. Much more surprisingly was the bundle of french fries, tucked in the very back corner of the freezer and next to some nasty sauce.

"Oh, there's no way that's any good," Danny said as Dani pulled the bag out.

"It's not like it can kill us any more," Dani pointed out as she opened the bag. "Besides. It's better than nothing, right?"

"Fair point."

The two ate the fries on the rooftop of the building. They definitely didn't taste as good as Danny remembered them being, but he blamed it on the fact that they were cold. At least they were still edible. Technically.

Dani belched, the sound echoing through the quiet streets of Amity Park. "That hit the spot."

All Danny did in reply was nod. At his silence, Dani turned to face him. "What's wrong?"

Danny shrugged. "You know. Same old, same old."

Dani leaned back on her hands, staring up at the sky. The sun burnt an angry red, low in the sky. It would've hurt her eyes, if she'd been human. "Yeah, I know." She tilted her head to the side, so that it rested on Danny's shoulder. "I can't imagine how weird this all is."

She felt the ice chill of his breath on her head. "It's... something, alright." He lifted his arms, pushing Dani's head off, and floated to his feet. "But we're not going to waste our time feeling sorry for me, okay? We only have..." He glanced down at his wrist, where a sleek watch sat. "An hour and a half. So, what do you want to do? We can check out the park, or maybe those sewer rat ghosts you befriended a while ago?"

Dani narrowed her eyes at him, the same expression he made whenever he was thinking. "Fentonworks. I think we should check out Fentonworks."

Dani did not miss the way Danny stiffened, or the single, sudden swallow, but his demeanor shifted back to casual not even a whole second later. "Sure. Let's go."

--

The halls of Fentonworks were never quiet. When Danny had been little, they were filled with the noises of two small children running around, getting up to all sorts of mischief. One of his earliest memories was of himself running through the halls on tiny little toddler legs, Jazz in hot pursuit and his mother not far behind.

When they'd outgrown those kinds of games, other sounds filled the void. Jazz's tuba practice from when she played in middle school faded into Danny listening to Dumpty Humpty with Sam and Tucker faded into alarm sounds for ghost attacks and phone calls about Danny's academic performance.

No matter how those noises changed, one sound remained consistent; the sound of metal and electricity and machinery. Sometimes it was loud enough to drown everything else out, and sometimes it was nothing more than the persistent hum emanating from the walls, so quiet and routine that Danny only ever noticed it was there when it wasn't.

Coming back to that familiar hum felt right, even if he wasn't pleased to admit it.

The hum of the portal underneath his feet, still as strong as the day he'd turned it on, vibrated in time with his core, with his bones, and he felt a bit like he was slotting back into place, like a puzzle getting completed.

It was nice to feel it again, after so long.

Danny ran his hand along the shelf in the living room, his gloved hand coming back coated with dust. Without a second thought, he turned and blew the debris into Dani's face.

She sneezed, shooting herself up into the air a good foot, before floating back down to ground level. "Hey!" she shouted. "What was that for?"

Danny laughed and danced out of the way of her lunge. It was clumsy; he didn't know if she was thrown off from the dust, or everything else. "Revenge."

"But I didn't do anything!"

"Uh-huh. Keep telling yourself that." Danny turned away, floating down the hallway. "Come on. Help me find a duster or something."

"But why? You've never cared about dusting before."

Danny shrugged. "Better now than never, right?"

Dani fell quiet behind him, but he didn't mind. He'd made it to the closet, and was busy searching for the aforementioned feather duster. The closet was filled to the brim with old junk; boxes of rusty spare parts, bits and bobs that would've been useless even if they were brand new, and cardboard boxes that looked more like flat pieces of cardboard after sitting under everything else for so long. No duster, or even something that could be used as one in a pinch.

He laid eyes on it after floating up to the top shelf, phasing through the boxes of board games so faded or covered in dust that their names were illegible. The blanket was folded neatly in the far back corner, and sparkled ever so slightly in Danny's natural green glow. He pulled it out without a second thought.

"Not a duster, but I guess if you're set on this idea," Dani started before Danny cut her off with a look.

The blanket was tiny and the years spent in the closet hadn't been kind to it; there were holes in the sides and center from where a moth had gotten to it, but Danny could still tell what it was.

"Do you recognize this at all?" he asked.

Dani narrowed her eyes for a moment, studying the worn fabric, before shaking her head. "Might not have gotten those memories."

"Yeah, well, I'm not too surprised," Danny said. "But this was my favorite blanket when I was a kid. I think Mom had to pry this out of my hands when i was in kindergarten, and even then I would try and sneak it into my backpack every day before the bus came."

He ran his fingers over the fabric. The edges, which had been lined with a soft silk, were still shiny, if not as reflective as he remembered them being, and the swirling pattern of pastel blues, oranges, and purples in the middle had muddied together into a faded mess. He folded it back up as neatly as he could before shoving it into his side.

"Are we using it for dusting after all?" Dani questioned.

"Of course not."

"Then why...?"

Danny didn't have a good answer, but he hadn't spent so long trash talking other ghosts to not be a quick thinker. "It might be nice to have. For later."

Dani nodded slowly. "Does this mean we're giving up on the feather duster dream? Because I'll be honest, that's not what I had in mind when I said we should come here."

"Oh?" Danny asked, flooding his voice with fake innocence. "And what did you have in mind?"

Dani opened her mouth before closing it again. "Fine. Dusting it is!"

They left Fentonworks an hour later. It wasn't perfect, but it was a lot closer to how Danny remembered it.

--

"I think this is the spot," Dani said, her hand shielding her eyes.

"Looks right to me," Danny agreed. Dani had started to lower herself to the ground before his hand on her shoulder stopped her. With a mischievous grin, he pulled the blanket out from his side and laid it out on the ground with a flourish.

"Told you it'd be useful," he said.

Dani didn't have it in her to argue.

The two of them laid down next to each other, arm pressed against arm, both pairs of eyes trained on the sky. Despite the time, it wasn't dark. Small lights danced in the sky, spinning and swirling amidst the stars.

"I didn't expect them to be so beautiful..." Dani whispered, near reverentially.

"Neither did I." Danny's tone matched hers.

"It's hard to believe they're-"

"Fireflies."

Dani spared one glance over at Danny, whose eyes remained trained on the sky. "Fireflies?"

"It's hard to believe they're fireflies," Danny repeated.

Dani shifted her eyes back to the sky. "Right. Fireflies."

She felt the blanket shift as Danny nodded his head. "We're just two cousins, watching the fireflies, on a warm summer evening."

"Just two cousins," Dani agreed. "And tomorrow, we're going to sneak into the movies, and we're going to watch the goriest, nastiest, R-rated movie we can get into."

Danny laughed, but it blended into the soft buzz that filled the air. "Yeah. And we're going to buy enough candy and popcorn and slushies to make us sick."

"Make you sick, maybe. I'm made of stronger stuff."

"If you say so,” Danny said with a roll of his eyes. 

Dani kept talking to fill the silence, even as the buzzing noise got louder. “After the movies, we're going to come back here. To the park."

"Yeah?"

It was Dani's turn to nod. "We're gonna play hide and seek."

"Whose gonna hide?"

"You will. Obviously. Because you were too weak to keep down the snacks."

"Oh, so you're going to send me on a wild goose chase through the woods?"

"We need to build your endurance for next time."

She heard Danny's sharp inhale next to her, followed by a deep cough. The scent of smoke filled Dani's nose, but she didn't need to breathe, so she didn't let it bother her. The fireflies danced in the air above her, so much brighter and closer than they were before.

When Danny had cleared the soot out of his lungs, he answered. "Next time. Right."

Dani's eyes burnt. She wanted to close them against the smoke and the angry, searing light, but she couldn't. She couldn't look away from the lights on the sky, falling ever closer. For a moment, she tore her eyes away to look at Danny's face. Tears streamed down his cheeks openly, and she wasn't sure whether it was from the air or his feelings. She reached out the few inches to Danny's hand, intertwining her fingers with hers.

"You don't have to watch," she whispered. The buzzing sound had gotten louder, changing to a whooshing that almost drowned at her words.

"You know I have to," Danny answered just as quietly. "This is my home. I can't just-" He paused for a moment. "Someone needs to see this." He pulled his hand away from hers to wipe away the tears. "I promised not to waste the time feel sorry for myself, and here I am."

Dani didn't answer. She didn't have anything to say that she hadn't said a dozen times over, through theirs hours of planning this day. She'd tried to talk him out of it, originally. She didn't see the reason they needed to be here, didn't think it was a good idea, but Danny had been insistent. Dani could understand that, at least. Amity Park had always been his home, not hers. Earth had always been his home.

It made sense he'd want to say goodbye.

The lights in the sky were closer now, close enough that the air was hot, and her watery eyes made them blur and elongate. The whooshing was louder now, so loud that she couldn't hear anything else.

The sound of the first meteor crashing was deafening, even with it being nearly a mile away. The ground shook beneath her back, and Dani couldn’t keep her eyes open against the searing heat anymore.

The world froze in an instant. Every sound, every motion, even the temperature in the air. 

Their time was up.

Dani opened her eyes, grateful to see the swirling green portal covering her view of the sky. Clockwork floated on the mouth of the portal, perpendicular to them. His face was customarily stoic, and his gaze was focused on Danny, who seemed to be staring straight through him.

"It's time to go," she said quietly. Her words shook Danny out of his trance, and he nodded stiffly before floating to his feet.

They'd made it most of the way to the portal before he turned around and hurried back to where they'd been laying, gathering the blanket back up in his arms once more, and returning to Dani's side. He mumbled something under his breath that Dani couldn't figure out, before walking through the portal. He didn't look back.

Dani did. It was a terrible sight, the world burning around her. She took one final deep breath, even though the smoke burned her nose, before stepping to the other side of the portal. It was time to say goodbye.

Their final goodbye to their dying world.

[gtzel]

Emiro and Zeal

Part of a roleplay im doing with @smf763

Zeal had been suspecting something was off with his human. The lady had been bribing boxes in ans out of the hours for months now. And when zeal went out one night to borrow and the house was completely empty, well, zeal began to panic.

About a week had passed and zeal was growing desperate. His back up supplies had been completely empty for two days now.

So when zeal heard the familiar click of the front door closing, he nearly ran out to greet the human. Thankfully though, zeal had a sense of self preservation.

The borrower waited and watched as the human-who was notably NOT the old lady- moved boxes around and put stuff in different places.

With a sigh, Emiro dropped the last box on the floor. Finally, this unreasonably time-consuming process was done. Any longer and he’d have to find new arms.

But really, the mass of boxes was his fault, and his fault alone. Emiro had refused to give up a single item from his previous home—save for the fixed ones like the shelves. It didn’t help that he enjoyed collecting glass figurines, which took up three boxes alone.

He looked at the mess of cardboard around him. Just how long would it take to sort through it all? He sighed again.

For now, he had to focus on only setting up the necessary rooms in his new apartment. Emiro began to take out items for his bedroom, wondering how long this unpacking process would take him.

Zeal sighed in relief when he saw the human drop the oh so fimilliar styrofoam box of leftovers onto the counter. The borrower knew it was a risk to go out into the open with the human in the house, but the painful cramping sensation of his empty stomach was enough to make him loose that concern.

Zeal carefully climbed out from the back of the kitchen cupboard and made his way quietly to the Styrofoam box.

Using his glass shard knife, zeal cut open the seal keeping the lid closed. As the lardge box sprung open, zeal melted at the sight of fresh food, and upon touching it, to his delight, it was still warm.

Zeal waisted no time in shoving as many French fries as could fit into his little bag. Then he shakily raised one and bit into it, letting out a weak moan of joy at the burst of flavor. He choked down as much of it as he could, not even caring about the human anymore.

Finishing up the bedroom, Emiro checked the time. It was already 2pm, and he hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday. He decided it was time for a break anyway, and headed to the kitchen.

He reached into the bag of takeout and put a few boxes of styrofoam onto the counter. Earlier, he had gotten a burger, a salad, some fries, and a milkshake. He turned away to wash his hands at the sink.

But what he saw next felt entirely incomprehensible, unfathomable. What appeared to be a tiny boy was digging in to a singular fry.

His brain stopped. He was 18 years old, not 4. He knew fantasy from reality. So, why did he see something-well, more like someone-so physically impossible?

Was he hallucinating?

Emiro decided he needed a way to determine if he was dreaming or not. So he waited to see if the other party would notice him as well.

Zeal didn’t realize until it was too late that he had made a mistake. The house had gone quiet and zeal froze, fear gripping at the bane of his existence. As dread-and French fries- filled his stomach, the blonde borrower looked up.

What he was met with was his worst nightmare, the most terrifying being in existence. A being that could crush him with no effort. A being that-if angered- could be the death of zeal. A human being. And it was looking down at zeal, its cold eues meeting zeals terrified ones.

Zeal stepped back, dropping the fry as his heart thudded in his ears, his vision tunnling with panic and his breathing becoming fearful as he prepares to make a run for it

Seeing the boy’s reaction, Emiro felt pretty bad. Yeah, sure, the presumed person in front of him was probably smaller than a pen, but... the fear in his eyes was unmistakable.

Something in Emiro’s mind tugged at him. He was suddenly reminded of stories and films he had seen as a kid. “Borrowers.” Wasn’t that what they were called?

If the situation wasn’t so tense, he would’ve joked about the mistake this—assuming he was right—borrower had made. Yet, he knew this was obviously not the right time to do so. After all, Emiro realized, he probably looked to be the size of a building. A dangerous and unpredictable one, that is.

He quickly made a decision.

“Uh, hey, sorry this is so awkward. Feel free to just continue what you were doing—I’ll just be over here, keeping my distance, you know?”

Emiro cringed at his words. Was that really the best thing he could’ve said? He had no answer to that. All Emiro could do was hope that the boy saw that he wouldn’t hurt him, and that he was trying his best to navigate this situation.

Zeal didnt listen. The second the human opened its mouth to speak, zeal bolted. He ran frantically, his breathing erratic as he stumbled and tripped in a frantic escape. He knew he couldn’t climb back into the cupboard because he didn’t have time to use his hooks. He would need to hide in a place the human couldnt track.

Zeal dove beneath the recently unpacked toaster oven, his whole body moving with tense and frantic movements as he squirmed under the tight surface of the oven.

His breathing was streangled and gasping, his panic at the situation reaching full throttle. He had been seen. Oh-oh GODS HE HAD BEEN SEEN!! After 17 years of life, zeal had finally fucked up and gotten seen. If he wasn’t caught and killed, he would have to move, and that alone was a world of hurt.

Emiro sighed again. Great, he had a billion more boxes to unpack, another billion assignments, and now a terrified tiny-someone hiding under his toaster.

He felt like screaming. Who told him moving out of his parents’ place was a good idea? But before he cursed his luck, he remembered the fact that it was his own decision. Emiro smacked his face with both hands, hoping that this day would just end already.

He stopped himself from sighing again. If he didn’t resolve any of his problems, he would only be delaying dealing with them; eventually, he would have to face them, whether he was ready or not.

He went over his choices. Boxes? Nope. There were just too many, and he was too tired. Assignments? Nah, he didn’t feel motivated to finish them.

That left him with one choice. He had to figure out what to do with his new “roommate.” Emiro considered politely asking the boy to come out from under the toaster. That way, they could discuss how to proceed with this peculiar situation.

But he knew the probability of the boy actually coming out and talking to him was extremely low. So Emiro took the burger and milkshake, walking away from the kitchen counter and into his room.

Zeal let out a shaky sigh of relief as he watched the giant leave the room. He waited a good 15 minutes before crawling out of his hiding spot.

He internally prayed the human would just brush off his sighting as a hallucination. Zeal threw his hook up to the cupboard and as it latched onto the solid wood, a light clink of sound could be heard. Zeal tugged to insure the security of the rope before starting his climb upward. Zeal grunted weakly as he heaved himself between the doors of the cupboard.

As the borrower entered the dark empty cupboard, he heard the human recentering the kitchen. Startled, zeal bolted into the small crack that lead to his home.

He ran all the way back home dispite knowing the human wouldn’t be able to reach him. Only realizing after the fact that he had left his hook still attached to the cupboard door.

After liking one of his friend’s posts, Emiro let his phone fall out of his hand. It landed on his bed with a soft thud. Currently, an empty wrapper and cup were the only decorations on his desk.

Even though Emiro had finished eating 20 minutes ago, he still had no idea what he ought to do about the person who possibly lived in his walls; he had done some searching on miniature people and found stories like Gulliver’s Travel and Arriety, and many more original online novels and art. He took some time to admire the works and skills of others, knowing the time and effort creators put in (especially since he was one himself).

But Emiro didn’t need, nor want, this additional stress in his life. He decided that the first thing he should do was throw out his trash. Slipping his phone in his pocket, he got up, collected his trash, and went back to the kitchen.

Tossing the trash in the bin, he leaned against the counter and sighed for the hundredth time that day. Then something shiny on the cupboard caught his eye.

Emiro moved closer, inspecting the object; it seemed to be a tiny hook. Okay, he definitely wasn’t hallucinating. Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind: What if he took the hook? Would that encourage—or almost force—communication between them?

He decided against it. There was no guarantee that this would work. Plus, it would be a risky choice. Emiro didn’t want to appear any more threatening than he already did.

In the end, he snapped a picture of the hook, and went back to his room. Maybe he would return to the kitchen later and see if he could coincidentally encounter his housemate again.

Zeal had decided against moving away for the moment. Though he still waited a few days before going to retrieve the hook from where it was lodged. After three days since he had been seen, zeal had run out of food, forcing him to muster up the courage to go try to borrow some from this chaotic human. Honestly it seemed as though the man had no schedule in the slightest. Zeal had listened through the walls until it was quiet and prayed silently that the human had finally left the house.

The borrower made his way into the pantry and groaned when the only kind of food the human had stored inside was a box of cereal. Zeal knew how hard it was to get both in and out of those boxes without making any noise or-in the worst case scenario- getting stuck in the ball pit like ocean of dried foods. Zeal prayed that the ladder didnt happen.

The borrower climbed to the shelf on top of the cereal and dropped down into the box. He opened the top of the box and…

OH FUCKING HELL!!

The human hadn’t bothered to even OPEN the freaking bag. Who opens the box but not the bag!?? Zeal knew that under normal circumstances he couldn’t open the bag because the human would suspect. But what the hell, hed already been seen, why not tear through the humans stuff as well!?

Zeal quietly sawed through the plastic and stepped into the bag. The air was grainy and tasted like crackers and honey. He opened his bag, trying his best to not shift himself too much, not wanting to sink into the cereal too much. Unfortunately fate (the writer) would have otherwise. Zeals stomach filled with dread as he shifted his weight onto one foot and promptly sunk to the middle of the pit of cereal. The borrower flailed helplessly as the light from the top slowly disappeared.

“Well isn’t this peachy” zeal groaned, hiding the fear that had a vice grip on him with painfully sarcastic comments. He tried his best to not move at all, not wanting to sink to the bottom and risk suffocation’. The borrower was already claustrophobic so this was absolutely hell to him.

[revenantlore]

. WIP introduction.

the spookyboys, in collaboration with @reeseweston

With an aching secret wedged between his ribs, Felix Novak embarks on a quest for truth and to unveil the existence of aliens, ghosts, cryptids, and everything in between.

Casper Nguyen, a firm non-believer in anything not proven by fact, unexpectedly becomes entangled in Felix’s pursuit of the impossible.

Together, they blur the lines between the known and the unexplainable—and their friendship along the way.

. soft rain hitting fallen leaves . disembodied voices on the wind . audio crackles on the radio . cozy sweaters a size too big . handprints on foggy windows . milkshakes and french fries . inside jokes between friends . murder mysteries and mayhem . a face in the mirror not belonging to you .

characters :

Felix Novak

Psychosis runs in the Novak family. At least that’s what his father’s been trying to convince Felix of ever since the day his mother was sent away following her hysterical claims of seeing a woman in their house that no one else could see.

Except … Felix is positive he saw her too.

Even more certain that he spoke to her.

Maybe not in words, but through his Ouija board.

Years have come and gone since then, and though Felix hasn’t yet been able to prove his mother’s sanity, he has seen his fair share of ghosts and monsters, of creatures both evil and benign, and he’s not given up looking for the truth.

Casper ‘Cas’ Nguyen

Ghosts don’t exist, Cas is as sure of that as he is the insomnia that plagues him.

That is, until he meets eccentric and curious Felix, a man insistent that this insomnia Cas suffers from might in fact be the cause of a ghost not only haunting his apartment but also sharing some sort of deeper connection that is much too extreme for Cas to grasp.

Even in the face of proof that this ghost, and others like it, might indeed exist, Cas remains skeptical.

Even after years following Felix prove the existence of the paranormal on film, Cas remains skeptical.

Because there has to be another explanation … right?

Croix Harvoth

Croix was once a kinder and gentler person, but ghosts ruined that for him.

A near-death experience during an attempt to bring his former best friend’s girlfriend back to life has left him haunted. Literally. To the point he can’t sleep most days because the ghosts in his occult shop / apartment won’t shut the fuck up.

Like he owes them something, they come to him seeking help, seeking guidance to the next stage of their lives … or lack thereof … and no matter what he does, he can’t seem to get rid of them.

It’s turned him into an asshole of a hermit who avoids the living as often as he can … which isn’t easy when you run a business.

Someone’s got to pay the bills, though, and his cat, Jackass, will starve without her damned cat food, so what’s a guy going to do?

Atticus Flood

Some might say he is too giving, too gentle, too eager to help, and they would be right.

Atticus can heal the ailments of others, from minor wounds to major ones, from simple sorrows to the deepest mental aches, but in turn, it takes a part of him, too.

His hair is losing its color, drained from its deep black roots to a haunting white like a spider’s thread. His nails have taken on a similar fate, but his eyes still hold some of the life still lingering in him.

Taking it too much further might mean the end for him, but Atticus isn’t sure he can say no.

Especially not when he meets Croix and knows he might be the only thing that can save him from his demons.

Katy Lovelace

Everyone needs a friend acquainted in witchcraft, though Felix might have been skeptical when they first met. Which is saying something, considering all of his out-there beliefs … but this was different. This was putting his best friend in the hands of a stranger, inexperienced in the ways of magic, no one quite knowing what risks they might face.

Now, though, she’s a go-to friend for advice on crystals and spells, and the occasional bath time essential oil recommendations.

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

Something I'm curious about: do people really eat fries with milkshakes? Fries here are french fries, right? Potatoes cut like sticks? And milkshakes are 'milk with some sort of fruit and sugar, mixed'? Cause combining those ... Is a new concept for me. I'm not from the USA, so maybe it's an American thing?

Oh absolutely! Carbs and fat, when it comes down to it, with some sweet and some salty. Theoretically a good combination, taste wise.

Fries are what you're thinking of, yes. Potatoes cut like sticks with some salt and sometimes another seasoning sprinkled over them. But milkshakes---you're right that they can be a fruit milkshake, but most dipping I've seen has been with vanilla or chocolate milkshakes. I feel like the tartness of the fruit might clash with the taste, but someone can correct me on that.

I am an American, so you know that I have no concept of a culture outside of my own (/j) but it would not surprise me if it was a largely American thing. Apparently its a thing in Australia too!

[delopsia]

del 🌼🍰🩷🌷💓 (i’ll let you decide if you’d like to include why or any headcanon-y tidbits that pop into your lovely noggin) 💐 but if you had to assign one for each man (hawthorn au rhett & robby)…

hotdog / hamburger 

pancakes / waffles (or a secret third thing, french toast)

onion rings / french fries

milkshake / soda float 

autumn / spring

cake / pie

usually in a hat / almost never in a hat (cowboy or ballcap)

chocolate flavored treat / fruit flavored treat

cats / dogs

most likely to text / most likely to call

(in the event of needing only one vehicle) who’s driving / who’s riding shotgun

big spoon / little spoon

Omg hello 🌷🍓💕

hotdog / hamburger Bobby is absolutely a hotdog kind of guy; he's the primary reason they appear at every Dagger Cookout. He can find Hamburgers near every fast food chain, so when he gets the chance, he'll absolutely go for a hotdog, but that's only if they're pan-fried or off the grill. They've gotta be a little bit charred.

Rhett loves to give him trouble for the amount of toppings he'll put on them, too. It's a remnant from when he was in college; his momma got him one of those indoor grills, and the only thing he could really afford to grill was hotdogs. At some point, he got bored of the flavor and learned to experiment 🌭

Rhett is the hamburger guy; it's just something he's learned to appreciate after a lifetime of raising beef cattle. He's pretty damn good at finding the good stuff, too, and fortunately enough, he's decently handy at operating a grill. It's the one thing he can cook, and he's damn proud of it.

pancakes / waffles (or a secret third thing, french toast) Rhett's heavily on the side of waffles; he likes that they're crispier than pancakes. Sometimes, he'll add chocolate chips or eat 'em plain without syrup; it depends on what he's craving.

Bob though? Die-hard french toast lover. Especially when he can add berries to them. Strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, together or individually. He'll even add some banana every now and then. Momma Floyd used to make them every Saturday morning, and they never fail to take him right back to his childhood.

Until Rhett drives by and steals a bite, at least.

onion rings / french fries A part of me likes to reckon that Rhett was the french fry lover until Bob finally convinced him to give them a second try. Come to find out, not every onion ring tastes like the vile ones he got from that Wabang gas station. Now you've got to beat him back with a broom to keep him from stealing one or three.

milkshake / soda float  Bobby adores his milkshakes, especially if there's a cherry involved 🤍 but he's been known to lean over and steal some of Rhett's beloved rootbeer float every now and again.

autumn / spring Rhett's an autumn soul. It's the prime season of his favorite sport, that time of year when his flannel and jeans aren't too hot or too cold. He's been known to come in with a leaf clinging to the brim of his hat as well 🍁

Bobby is spring. His allergies absolutely hate the season to its core, but he loves to venture out and see all the new flowers. You've gotta be careful with him because he'll go out and buy a bunch of flowers to plant in the garden, and he'll be sick before he's even got them out of the truck 🌷

cake / pie Pie and cake is a funny thing in this house. Rhett adores ice cream cake, but if it's not that, then he'll tell you that he likes pie (it's because Bobby makes them). Robby enjoys both, but he leans toward fruit-flavored pies. Now if you pull out a cake with fruit in/on it...

usually in a hat / almost never in a hat. Rhett has to be pried out of his hat; it's a little bit ridiculous. He's so used to needing one around the ranch that he just? Doesn't? Know how to act without one? He feels naked if he steps outside without one. And then there are the days when he's so tired that he walks into the house and forgets to take it off...

Bob isn't a fan of wearing them because they tend to mess up his hair, but sometimes Rhett will notice him squinting in the sunlight and offers up a spare. However, he isn't above stealing Rhett's cowboy hat in the privacy of their own home. Sometimes, Rhett will be sitting on the couch, and he'll see his own hat pass by in the corner of his eye.

chocolate flavored treat / fruit flavored treat Fruit and Bobby go together way too well; if the name mentions fruit, then he's more than likely gonna reach for it. Rhett? Cannot be separated from chocolate. Cheap, expensive, obscure, it doesn't matter. Their tastes collide for chocolate covered fruits 🍓

cats / dogs Cats are universally loved, but Bob is the true cat guy. He can walk into a room, and every cat in the vicinity will wind up in his lap. Likewise, Rhett can take a nap in the barn and more often than not, wakes up to a barn kitty on his chest. But he's truly a dog person; he's found half a dozen strays and converted them to ranch puppies.

most likely to text / most likely to call Bob is the texter. He's not all that great at filling the silence during phone calls. He just can't think of anything to say, you know? Unfortunately for him, Rhett has big thumbs and sometimes struggles to type on that tiny little screen, so he just calls without warning.

who’s driving / who’s riding shotgun Rhett loves to be the driver, given that he's in a semi-rural area/not in a city. The winding roads unravel all the worries that have collected up in his head. Robby loves riding shotgun; getting to lay back and gaze out the window is one of his favorite parts of being in the truck. There are so many things you don't notice when you're doing the driving! But he will get motion-sick if you put him in the backseat, so his riding options are somewhat limited.

big spoon / little spoon Big spoon Bobby! It's his favorite thing. He doesn't get to feel "big" a lot in his life, he's never been noticeably muscular or had a presence that fills the room before he enters. In fact, he didn't experience it a whole lot until Rhett and Reader wandered into his life.

He's obsessed with the feeling it gives him, like a pillar in the wind, warding off anything that could ever hurt whoever is snuggled into his arms. Rhett, in particular, triggers a sort of protectiveness Bob didn't realize he had. This massive, tough-as-nails cowboy trusts him this much? Ugh.

Likewise, Rhett adores being able to exchange his strength for vulnerability. It's nice to feel protected, especially when he's spent so much of his life being the protector. He's funny when he gets to fall into that role because he loves to snuggle his head over Bob/Reader's chin. He can and will fall asleep like that. Rough and tumble cowboy by day and oversized cuddle bug by night?

[rabbitcruiser]

McDonald’s Day 

McDonald’s Day falls on April 15, the anniversary day of when Ray Kroc opened his first McDonald’s restaurant in Des Plaines, Illinois, in 1955. Most, if not all, people around the world know this name, we believe. It’s one of the world’s largest fast-food restaurant chains. Did you know that Ray Kroc was not the founder of McDonald’s? The founders were the McDonald brothers. The current corporation credits its founding to Ray Kroc. So, let’s celebrate this McDonald’s Day in honor of Kroc as well as the restaurant founders, the McDonald brothers.

HISTORY OF MCDONALD'S DAY

The very first McDonald’s restaurant was opened by New Hampshire brothers Richard and Maurice McDonald on May 15, 1940, in San Bernardino, California. The McDonald brothers started by serving slow-cooked barbecue, and the business took off quickly. They later found out that 80% of their sales were from hamburgers, so they closed it for three months. They then remodeled it as a self-service restaurant, where customers placed their orders at the windows. It is said that they simplified their menu to just nine: hamburgers, cheeseburgers, three flavors of soft drink, milk, coffee, potato chips, and pie.

The McDonald’s brothers developed the “Speedee Service System,” allowing them to prepare the food quickly. All their hamburgers contained ketchup, mustard, onions, and two pickles. Although this newly remodeled McDonald’s struggled at first, once the brothers replaced potato chips with french fries and introduced triple thick milkshakes, the business started to grow again. In the early 1950s, they saw their profits double. They then established several franchises in California and Arizona. Ray Kroc, a milkshake mixer salesman, visited them in 1954, wondering why McDonald’s would order eight of his multimixers.

Once Kroc knew about McDonald’s restaurant operation, he saw potential in it. He then bought the rights to franchise the brothers’ restaurant across the country. He opened his first McDonald’s franchised restaurant in Des Plaines, Illinois, in 1955. But, their relationship was contentious due to philosophies that differ on how to run the business. Kroc later purchased the company from the McDonald brothers in 1961. The brothers who lent their name to the business and were pioneers of the business concept gradually faded to the background. They kept their original San Bernardino restaurant until they were out of business eventually.

MCDONALD'S DAY TIMELINE

1940

The First McDonald’s

The first McDonald’s restaurant is opened by Richard and Maurice McDonald in San Bernardino, California.

Early 1950s

Doubled Business Profits

McDonald’s profits double, and the brothers establish several franchises.

1955

The First Ray Kroc’s McDonald’s

Kroc opens his first McDonald’s franchised restaurant in Des Plaines, Illinois.

1961

The Business is Sold

Kroc purchases the McDonald’s company.

MCDONALD'S DAY��FAQS

How much is McDonald's worth in 2021?

Reportedly, McDonald’s has a net worth of 36.53 billion U.S.D.

What nationality is McDonald?

It’s Scottish, and McDonald is probably the most famous Scottish clan surname.

How rich is the owner of McDonald's?

Chris Kempczinski is reportedly paid 5.22 million U.S.D. annually as the C.E.O. of McDonald’s, with a net worth of 17.9 million U.S.D.

MCDONALD'S DAY ACTIVITIES

Go to McDonald’s: There’s nothing better than going to its restaurant on its day. Order some Chicken McNuggets for a starter. Then continue with the well-known Big Mac along with the World Famous Fries. To finish up, get Coca-Cola and a Vanilla Cone, or McFlurry, or Hot Fudge Sundae.

Spread the word: Tell your family and friends about this fun day in case you want some company. You can order through McDelivery and enjoy the food and drinks together at home. Or, you may want to bring them to McDonald’s and dine in.

Watch “The Founder”: If you’re home alone, you may want to watch the movie “The Founder.” Watch the story about the famous McDonald’s while you’re munching your Double Cheeseburger and McChicken along with the World Famous Fries.

5 FACTS ABOUT MCDONALD’S HAMBURGERS YOU NEED TO KNOW

The burger cost only 15 cents: In the beginning, a McDonald’s burger cost only 15 cents.

Billions of burgers have been sold: It is estimated that billions and billions of McDonald’s burgers have been sold.

A Big Mac was once 45 cents: The first Big Mac was created in 1967 and cost only 45 cents.

It can be a source of protein: It is said that a McDonald’s hamburger contains 25% of your daily value of protein.

Happy Meals were first introduced in 1979: McDonald’s launched its first Happy Meal worldwide in 1979, and in 2021, McDonald’s announced that Happy Meal’s plastic toys would be phased out.

WHY WE LOVE MCDONALD'S DAY

It’s convenient: McDonald’s can always be an option when you don’t have any idea where to go to eat. They’re everywhere, you know.

It’s affordable: McDonald’s food and drinks are affordable. Not only that, but they are also delicious. They’re worth buying.

It can be a nice place to hang out: If you’re going to hang out with your friends for hours, McDonald’s has got you covered. Sure, they have many selections of food and drinks. Besides that, most of them have spacious dining-in.

Source

[neonganymede]

WIP Wednesday #6

An excerpt from the prequel/sequel to Dates and Delusions

A sharp realization yanked Dazai forcefully out of his depressive thoughts. Hastily, he snatched up the red carton of french fries and held them over his head. Chuuya paused, one hand poised above where the fries had been. He blinked a few times, frowning, before his face twisted with indignant confusion.

“The hell, Dazai? Give those back!”

Dazai narrowed his eyes, acceptably suspicious in a situation like this. “What were you about to do with them?”

“They’re french fries, mackerel,” Chuuya reminded with a withering look. He aimed to grab the carton again, but Dazai angled it out of his reach. He huffed, his fingers twitching, and seethed, “The fuck do you think I’m gonna do with them!?”

“It looked to me,” Dazai drawled slowly, accusingly, “like you were about to dip them in the milkshake.”

Chuuya glanced down at the milkshake in his other hand, its lid pulled off and left to hang halfway up the straw. He heaved an inconsequential shrug, as if such a loathsome act should have been expected. “Yeah? So fucking what?”

“I’m sorry, chibi, but I can’t let you do that.” Scandalized by the mere notion of witnessing such a crime, Dazai scooted away from Chuuya, just in case the silly hatrack made a jump for the fries.

Chuuya’s eyes narrowed, fire glittering in moonlit blue as he struggled to contain his temper. “Oi, I fucking paid for those!”

“Ah, but chibi decided to share, so now this food is half-mine!” Dazai tutted with a wag of his finger.

“Yeah, and you don’t hear me bitching about what you do with your half, so hand over the fucking fries!” Chuuya did grab for the fries, his fingertips nearly grazing the bottom of the carton before Dazai held them away again. He raised them to the side, as far away from Chuuya’s sticky slug fingers as possible, and shot Chuuya a mirthless look.

“But won’t Chuuya ruin the milkshake if he keeps dipping his fries into it? How am I supposed to enjoy such a delectably sweet drink if it’s been tainted with leftover salt and grease, all because Chuuya can’t keep his disgusting habits to himself~?” Dazai didn’t even want any more of the milkshake, but he couldn’t sit idly by and let Chuuya make gross decisions.

Dazai expected Chuuya to keep arguing, but some of his impeccable logic must have reached Chuuya’s tiny brain because he huffed and dropped his arm at last. Dazai shivered, surely from the cold and not from the warm press of Chuuya’s fingers on his knee. That hand moved away too soon for Dazai’s liking, and he could only mourn the loss quietly as Chuuya begrudgingly snapped the lid back onto the milkshake.

“Last time I share my fucking food with you, shitty mackerel.”

[mercifulbutbroken]

🍝for Nav

🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)?

*claps hands together* Thank you so much for this question! I have a few solid foods, but for some, its surprising that they mirror each other so much- Nav, like said in his profile, LOVES diner food. French fries with a burger and a milkshake is a perfect meal he likes to have, and maybe a slice of pie to go along with it. Fast food is always a solid choice to have whenever you hang out with him if you don't have a local diner in the neighborhood.

Alex is a tricky one to nail down. Xey don't really go out much, but they do have places they prefer to go out to eat to. As a kid, they went to alot of luau's, taking bits and pieces of food that everyone brought or made. Chicken Long Rice would be a comfort for them, rice noodles, chicken thighs, ginger, garlic, and soy sauce all mixed and cooked together would bring back that warmth from home.

Theo is an Orycto, and as they are vegetarian, doesnt eat meat in their diets. They do raise chickens on their planet, and loads of other animals, so theres no real limit to their diet apart from that. They do like the creamy soups their mother made, but when they went out on the grand adventure with their other friends, the discovery of mac n cheese threw that out of the number one spot.

Last, but not least, Write Knight. Medieval times didnt have the luxuries of the foods of today times, so their food was the most limited. The taverns were the main places they gained any food to eat when cooped up in their home all day and night. They settle with a hearty stew and bread, good and warm to help keep them going. If they were to try food in the modern day, i'd think stirred fried rice would be a favorite.

[violentviolette]

5, 18, 28 and 29? (Hungry)

5. favorite form of potato? french fries, hands down. specifically curly fries but regular homecut fries are a close second 18. your boba/tea order? either black milk tea or some kind of coffee. i prefer caffienated boba drinks over the ones that are more like juices or milkshakes

28. last meal on earth? arroz gondules with pernil, platanos, and some pastalillos on the side. definitly ice cream mochis for desert 29. preferred pasta noodle? cavatelli, theyre so pillowey and theyve got almost a dumpling texture to them and so when u cover them in sauce and cheese its just perfect send me some weirdly specific asks

[munsonology]

I saw the other pregnancy story and I raise you MY parents pregnancy story

My mom is a nurse who works labor and delivery. My dad is well...my dad? He is a former stoner who somehow got a job as a security guard and got on the straight and narrow (can't risk his job if they drug test him!). Anyways, my mom also did not think she was pregnant right away because she is also very irregular when it comes to her period. Her best friend just announced she was pregnant. My mom's friend joked "maybe YOU'RE pregnant too". My mom was like ???....!!!!

Went home and tested and bam. Pregnant. My dad was panicking slightly (my mom's favorite story is how she told him he was so ecstatic and happy and they cried and hugged and after they calmed down he immediately pulled away panicked and said "WE GOTTA HIDE THE WEED" and she replied "you haven't smoked for a year there is no weed" and he just went "oh shit yea" 😭)

Then when it came time for the birth, you aren't allowed to eat or drink anything during. Just ice chips. So her water broke at my grandparents and she was just chilling whilst my dad was like "OH GOD ITS TIME GET JN THE VAN" and she did and he was so panicked he was like "wait how do I get there from here". So my mom is giving my dad directions and he's like a ball of anxiety until he realizes "wait we're in the middle of town now and the hospital is the opposite way". This bitch gave him directions to a Dairy Queen because she was craving a milkshake and French fries and knew they wouldn't let her eat when she got there 😭. He is not happy and is mumbling threats at her but gets her the food and off to the hospital they go! They arrive and according to my dad she "strolls in, sunglasses on, almost finished milkshake in one hand and the other on her stomach, looking like a goddess". And her coworkers looked at her and all she said was "its time" and everyone was like OKAY LETS GO.

After three hours of waiting (labor had started but I guess there are different stages idk like the water had broken but it still takes awhile if its your first?) My mother, my beautiful amazing snarky mother looks at my dad who is now mumbling about how he should have picked something up at the dairy queen, and tells him to get out. YES!!! He is sitting there like 😟 and she says "oh its gonna be many more hours go get something to eat then come back, cause you are NOT eating in this room in front of me". And my dad being my dad is like no I love you im going to stay and she tells him that his favorite local family diner opened back up after it had been closed for renovations. Mom jokes you could see smoke from how quick he ran out of there.

My dad then says while he was sitting at this diner eating a burger and humming, his waitress came up and asked what he was doing there (he did not realize she was flirting at the time but my mom yelled at him that the waitress was). My dad's reply was "Oh my wife is giving birth right now 😃" and this waitress immediately scoffed and the other diner patrons turned to look at him andglares at him! He realized his mistake but he already dug himself in the hole. He paid and left an extra large tip.

He returned to my mom, who was sitting watching TV and grumbling about how long this was gonna take. 8 hours later, j was born

(Ngl I think the story is cute but those are MY parents ljke ew. But I can totally see all the Eddie fans go crazy so enjoy. I prefer Steve but dabble in some Eddie)

Thank you for sharing this! I loved reading it ☺️

I know I said fuck them kids the other day but I really do love pregnancy stories and kids!! I just don’t want KARENS assuming I have a kid or should’ve had one already 🙃 and I found out my cousin is pregnant again and I can feel my auntie’s head spinning around 😭

And your parents are so cute! AND DAIRY QUEEN 😭😭😭😭your mom is a literal queen for walking in the hospital like the baddie she is!!

And the entire diner judging your dad 😭 like they could’ve at least let him explain. I’ve seen some guys take a ps5 to the hospital and ngl I think I’d be playing too if I was waiting around for 16 hours to give birth I’m sorry 😭

My mom made my dad get her fish sandwiches and taco bell 😭 and it’s funny because I’ve never been to taco bell ever in my life. And she had really bad preeclampsia so she was admitted like right after the visit. I was like 3 weeks early so idk if they even had stuff set up yet lmaoooo

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Yes!! Hello sparkle and mr aeron i am unfortunately british - most of my requests are about doctor who which aeron knows i am deeply closeted (although im not sure whether i'm bi or lesbian or demi or something else still havent found an answer after about 7 years) and desperately in love with clara oswald (aeron you could put a gif to show sparkle who I'm talking about if you want LOL) which is why nearly all my requests are clara and i'm boring aeron to death with it LOL

omg you have a switch so do i! aeron wait til black friday sales and then get games on the eshop!! SDV is so good its a calming farm game where you can get married and they have town festivals and stuff.

fried butter?? y'all are insane! and yes we insult people with silverware, or calling them a donkey, or a spoon, or a melon, or a donut hahaha also sparkle what does me being british makes sense im so curious, also yes we don't have saltines here and barely anybody eats crackers in general unless they're with soup but we just say soup and crackers. give me some other american things and i can say if we do them over in crumpet land or not!

also havent watched gossip girl but i get what you're saying about gorgeous women doing no wrong, i watched this show called wilderness and the lead got cheated on and all i could think was 'this show makes no sense because it assumes that a woman this beautiful would get cheated on' although dumb men are just dumb sometimes (not you aeron)

omg i love animal crossing too aeron!!

also are you still responding to my longer ask from the other day? no worries if you are just don’t want it to get lost :)

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You're not boring me with all the clara requests at all!! I love having people who are so dedicated to certain characters that they request a bunch for them <3 (sparkle anon this is clara btw)

What color is yours? Might is pink, and I decorated the back with a bunch of small stickers that went with the color 💞 and you're right, I'm definitely going to have to look for sdv when they have the black friday sales (as long as they're actually good- the sales have sucked the past few years here in the us)

Sometimes I'll eat just plain crackers haha, we have so many different brands and flavors of crackers over here it's not even funny. Gas stations alone have walls upon walls of different kind of chips (or crisps, because I know over there chips to you is what you call your version of french fries) I know you don't have sweet tea because I already mentioned that but do you have milkshakes? Because from what I've heard the us is pretty much one of the only places where you can get a real, authentic milkshake that isn't super liquidy (of course I've never been out of the states so I wouldn't know for sure)

Honestly I completely agree with men being dumb, a lot of them cheat on women who are so beautiful because they're insecure of themselves. And this is blair from gossip girl btw, just so you know what she looks like (she's also gorgeous)

Yay we have something else in common! Who's your favorite characters? I love Isabelle personally, she's my favorite (I hate tom nook though don't even get me started on him)

I am, don't worry!! It's a little hidden under stuff in my askbox but I promise I haven't forgotten and will respond to it asap :]

[ashtonlanger]

Where to Find Unique, Flavorful Burgers in Dallas: Black Tap Edition

Dallas is known for its vibrant food scene, particularly when it comes to burgers. Among the myriad of options available, Black Tap Dallas stands out as a haven for burger lovers seeking unique and flavorful creations. With an innovative menu that pushes the boundaries of traditional burger fare, Black Tap has established itself as a must-visit destination for anyone craving a culinary adventure. Here’s a closer look at what makes Black Tap the go-to spot for unique burgers in Dallas.

A Menu that Celebrates Creativity

At Black Tap, creativity is at the heart of every burger. The menu features an array of mouthwatering options, each with its own distinct flavor profile. Here’s a sneak peek into some of the unique burgers you can find:

1. The Crazy Burger

The Crazy Burger is an explosion of flavors and textures. Featuring a juicy beef patty topped with a variety of unexpected ingredients like crispy onion rings, BBQ sauce, and spicy jalapeños, this burger is designed for those who crave adventure in every bite. It’s not just a meal; it’s an experience.

2. The Buffalo Chicken Burger

For fans of bold flavors, the Buffalo Chicken Burger is a must-try. This burger features a breaded chicken breast tossed in spicy buffalo sauce, topped with creamy ranch dressing and crunchy celery slaw. The combination of spicy and creamy flavors makes it a delightful twist on the traditional burger experience.

3. The BBQ Brisket Burger

In a city known for its BBQ, Black Tap pays homage to this beloved cuisine with the BBQ Brisket Burger. This creation combines a juicy beef patty with tender, smoky brisket, topped with tangy BBQ sauce and crispy fried onions. It’s a Texas-style feast that showcases the rich flavors of the region.

4. The Mediterranean Veggie Burger

For those looking for a healthier option without compromising on flavor, the Mediterranean Veggie Burger is a fantastic choice. This burger features a house-made chickpea patty, topped with fresh tzatziki sauce, cucumbers, and ripe tomatoes. It’s a refreshing take on the traditional burger that celebrates Mediterranean flavors.

5. The Truffle Burger

For a touch of luxury, the Truffle Burger is the ultimate indulgence. This gourmet offering features a perfectly grilled beef patty topped with truffle mayo, Swiss cheese, and sautéed mushrooms. The rich, earthy flavor of truffle elevates this burger to a decadent experience, making it a standout choice for special occasions.

Sides that Elevate the Experience

No burger is complete without the perfect sides, and Black Tap doesn’t disappoint. Their menu includes a variety of delicious options, from crispy French fries to loaded nachos. One standout side is the Sweet Potato Fries, which offer a delightful balance of sweetness and crunch, making them a perfect accompaniment to any burger.

Crazy Shakes: The Sweet Finishing Touch

To round out your meal, indulge in one of Black Tap’s famous Crazy Shakes. These extravagant milkshakes are not only delicious but also visually stunning, topped with whipped cream, candy, and other treats. Flavors like Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough and Cotton Candy provide a fun and indulgent way to satisfy your sweet tooth after a hearty burger.

An Inviting Atmosphere

The atmosphere at Black Tap is as appealing as its menu. The colorful decor, lively music, and friendly staff create a welcoming environment that invites you to relax and enjoy your meal. Whether you’re dining solo, with friends, or celebrating a special occasion, Black Tap provides the perfect backdrop for a memorable dining experience.

Pairing Your Burger with Craft Beer

To complement your unique burger experience, Black Tap offers a selection of local craft beers. The knowledgeable staff can help you find the perfect pairing to enhance the flavors of your meal, ensuring that every aspect of your dining experience is enjoyable.

Rave Reviews from the Community

Black Tap has garnered a loyal following among Dallas locals and visitors alike. Diners rave about the restaurant’s creative menu, high-quality ingredients, and attentive service. Many reviews highlight the innovative flavor combinations that set Black Tap apart from other burger joints in the area.

Conclusion: A Unique Burger Experience Awaits

If you’re in search of unique and flavorful burgers in Dallas, look no further than Black Tap. With its creative menu, inviting atmosphere, and commitment to quality, this restaurant offers an unparalleled burger experience that caters to every palate.

So, the next time you find yourself in Dallas with a craving for something extraordinary, head over to Black Tap. Explore their diverse burger offerings, treat yourself to a Crazy Shake, and discover why this eatery is a beloved destination for burger lovers in the city. At Black Tap, every meal is a celebration of flavor and creativity, making it the perfect place to satisfy your burger cravings!