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eva-knits12 · 1 year ago

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CE characters as Dads

Steve Rogers:

Steve loves being a dad.

He's retired from going on missions, but still trains new recruits and does paperwork.

You help out on missions, but decided to work more on the training end rather than going in the field.

You and Steve have three kids: James Joseph Rogers, Sarah Anne Rogers, and Margaret Louise Rogers.

You were apprehensive about naming your last baby Margaret, but you wanted to honor Peggy Carter's memory.

James' and Sarah's first word was Mama.

Margaret's first word was Dada.

School lunches have to be meticulously planned and packed.

Steve is confused about nut allergies, gluten free stuff, and vegan stuff.

Remember, this wasn't a thing when Steve was alive.

Dietary needs have changed tremendously since Steve came out of the ice.

You help Steve pack the lunches.

Dinner? You and Steve cook dinner together.

Steve loves making meatloaf, spaghetti, lasagna, mac and cheese, pizza, and burgers.

You make more advanced things like baked ziti, baked chicken, fish tacos (they're a favorite with James and Sarah), regular tacos, sloppy joes (they're Margaret's favorite), clam chowder (a family favorite), turkey, roast beef, and pizza.

Steve loves family movie night and family game night.

You watch anything Disney, and family game night is always kid friendly games.

Steve never thought he'd have the chance to be a dad.

He achieved his dream with you.

Colin Shea:

Colin becomes a stay at home dad.

Eva works because she makes more money than Colin did.

It's an arrangement that works out for the both of them.

Colin volunteers in Harper's class and plays with Robbie.

Colin also keeps the house clean and keeps everything going.

When Eva comes home, he always starts dinner.

Pasta? Done! Fried chicken? Done! Mexican takeout? Done! Chinese takeout? Done! Pizza with cheesy bread and that giant brownie for dessert? Done!

Family movie nights are the best.

Colin and Eva fix a huge bowl of popcorn, and arrange some dollar store candy for everyone to snack on while watching the movie.

Colin also has the laundry done on laundry day.

He also plays his guitar for Harper and Robbie.

They often dance and nod their head to Colin's guitar.

Colin and the kids help you unwind after a long week.

Colin and the kids give you a spa day, manicures and pedicure, and massage included.

Family movie night is an event.

Pizza is ordered, and you turn on a Disney movie.

Harper and Robbie like to dance when they hear the songs.

Family days? Done! It can be a picnic in the park, ice skating followed by warm cookies and hot cocoa and hot coffee, story time at the library, spending time at the local retro arcade, etc.

Colin loves being a dad, and loves doing the stay-at-home duties.

Ransom Drysdale:

You, Harlan, and Katherine are Ransom's world.

Ransom embraced fatherhood.

He embraced married life.

He embraced your MS.

He often picks up the twins from pre-school.

He loves reading to the twins.

He loves cooking for the family.

Breakfasts, lunches, dinners, Ransom cooks it.

The twins love spaghetti with meatballs.

The twins love oatmeal for breakfast.

The twins also love Biscoff cookies and your homemade chocolate chip cookies.

Family movie nights? Ransom loves them, and watches the movies that he never got to watch growing up, due to the fact that Linda and Richard often neglected him, and often fought over Richard having another affair.

Ransom loves snuggling with you.

The twins will snuggle with you and Ransom on movie night.

Harlan and Katherine often snuggle with you and Ransom during story time.

You have a family day at the park, at the beach, and even take the twins skiing on the weekends when the weather gets nice and cold.

Christmas, Halloween, Easter, the Fourth of July are events with Ransom, seeing as how his holidays were always ruined by his dysfunctional family.

Ransom loves being a dad and a husband.

He lives for it.

Andy Barber:

Andy LOVES being a dad!

Andy LOVES being a girl dad.

Taking Joy to her dance class on Saturdays? Check. Taking Joy to her ice skating lessons? Done.

You often take Joy on playdates, and then you're off to Mommy and Me with Penelope.

Andy picks Joy up from her playdates.

Taking care of Penelope? Check.

Making sure that you're keeping your type I diabetes in check, and taking your insulin? Check.

Family dinners and family movie nights? Done!

Andy NEVER had those when he was still married to Laurie and Jacob was there.

He often ate frozen meals, or cooked for himself.

He enjoys cooking dinner and breakfast for the family.

Pasta with meatballs? Done. Pizza he made from scratch? Done. Oatmeal with fruit and toast? Done. Chicken Parm? Done.

Helping you clean the house and do the laundry? Done!

Watching a Disney movie or family movie or a musical with you, Joy and Penelope? Done!

Andy couldn't be happier or prouder.

Being a dad was Andy's life goal.

Andy loves being a dad to the girls and Andy loves being a husband to you.

At the end of each day, Andy loves giving you a foot rub and a massage.

"You do so much for the girls, honey. You deserve to be taken care of."

Jake Jensen:

Like Andy Barber, Jake LOVES being a girl dad.

The twins, Elsa and Anna, often like to do his hair, so Jake's hair will often have barrettes in them.

Jake's nails will often be painted in some interesting color choices.

The girls also get Jake to play Barbie and Disney Princess with him.

Dance class? Nope! Ice skating lessons? Nope!

The girls LOVE playing video games with Jake.

They LOVE Mario Kart.

They also love Minecraft.

Family days at the park? NOPE!

Family days at the library? NOPE!

The girls like story time at the library, and you have your knitting circle there, and your book club, but that's it.

Family days are often spent at Chuck E. Cheese, where they have an arcade.

You find an old-school arcade, and Jake takes you and the girls there.

Family days are best spent at Chuck E. Cheese and the arcade.

It becomes a competition between Jake and you to see who can get the highest score on Pac-Man, Donkey Kong, Ms. Pac-Man, Burger Time, Frogger, and even Mortal Kombat.

Racing games are a family favorite because Jake, you, and the girls can play together.

Family movie nights? DONE!

The girls watch Disney movies, the Harry Potter movies, the X-Men films, and they also love Star Wars and Star Trek.

Jake wouldn't trade this life for the world.

Johnny Storm:

Johnny loves being a dad.

He often takes Jake to work with him so you can take a nap, or take a shower, or even remember to eat.

His aunt Susan will often watch Jake when Johnny has to do something.

Aunt Susan often gives Jake candy or cookies when you and Johnny aren't looking.

Johnny and you bottle feed Jake because Jake was unable to breastfeed, so you pump your milk.

Johnny or Susan will often take Jake when you need to pump your milk.

Johnny is all about you and Jake.

Diaper change? Done! Giving Jake his bath? Done!

You often have dinner ready when Johnny comes home.

It's the only time you and Johnny can have an adult conversation, and talk about wedding planning.

Johnny loves spending time with you and Jake, and he loves being a dad.

#chris evans #dad life #steve rogers #ransom drysdale #jake jensen #johnny storm #andy barber

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 11 months ago

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🐟 anon back again!! and yes, i love easter because i always get spoiled with big chocolate eggs and warm, colorful easter bread <3333 i’ve never done the egg hunting because i guess in my country is not that big?? maybe just once when i was in kindergarten?? but i remember cooking the easter bread with my mother :,,,) lol i think this is the main giveaway that i’m from southern/mediterranean europe 🫂

to answer your question yes i do love skk!! but my favorites are kouyou, ranpo and lucy!! ofc chuuya too! also yosano but i like everyone from the ada because they’re just so silly together :((((((

ooooo suguru TT…………….. i believe cult!leader suguru is so soft in his ways to show affection??? maybe even more so than student!geto because he would consider you as family and he would be so tender…….. he also raised the twins (and i’ve read in the fanbook that he also took in another kid?? the same way as the twins, but i don’t know if it is canon atp) so he would make this small gestures of affection like preparing a soup or changing the wet towel on your forehead to make the fever go away 😭😭😭😭😭 i really love the idea of soft cult leader geto suguru sm…….…

aaaaaa sending you lots of hugs!!!!! have a nice day! 🫶🏼🫶🏼 sending you lots of water and a goofy bouquet of corals!! <333333

aaaa 🐟 anon!!! welcome back!!!! i’m cradling the pretty coral bouquet in my arms :33 here’s a normal one for you hehe 💐

oooooh that makes sense!!! i’m from northern europe so the customs are probably different, i’d never heard of easter bread before !! :0 that sounds so good…. BUT i’m glad we at least share a custom of devouring chocolate eggs 🙏🙏 do you also eat chocolate rabbits….. bc i love those sm /drools

AND ANDDD your favs!!! i knewww i could trust you to have great taste…. i love ranpo and lucy so much (and kouyou is sooo pretty 🥺)!!! overall my favorites r kuni and oda, but. there are a lot of silly guys from bsd that i like…. they rlly are so charming <33333

AND !!!!! WE’RE HOLDING HANDS SO HARD RN i completely agree……. i’m a soft!sugu believer until the day i DIE and that goes especially for cult leader geto!!! our family man 🥺🥺 but no you’re so right, he absolutely does see his s/o as family….. and yep, he did take in another guy, not just nanamimi!! i don’t think he exactly fathered him the same way, but it’s implied that he saved toshihisa from a similarly terrible situation as the twins…. hhh i love geto’s family so much. it’s so telling that he loves them the way he does… that he cares for them and misses them and doesn’t force his beliefs onto them :cc sniffle… he’s the papa Ever .

but yeah when it comes to geto his devotion is just so. abundant. there’s so much of it. and i think the main difference is that teen suguru is good at hiding that devotion, making sure it doesn’t spill out too suddenly…. maybe even a little ashamed of it? of how much he feels? but geto doesn’t hide it at all. his love for you is almost overwhelming because he’s just so intense about it. promises you the world and is willing to give it to you….. that’s the kinda guy he is. at his core he’s always always always fought on the side of those he loves, so sincerely that he breaks completely when he realizes that being a sorcerer means watching those loved ones die for the sake of people he doesn’t even know. geto would devour the world for you.

but !!! i do also think that he’s suchhh a softie :c which might seem a bit out of place after i just said his devotion is overwhelming LMAO but. he just has that contrast!! it’s easy to think that romances w him would be angsty, but imo that’s only true if his s/o isn’t on his side... if you are then he turns into the softest man on the planet. he wants so badly to be a good partner. even if he doesn’t think he could ever be a good man… and even though his devotion is overwhelming i think the fact that he’s open w it kinda makes him… mellow out? that depends on how much you feed into it though….

but yeah i truly do think cult leader geto takes on the caretaker role more than any other sugu :3 he’s the Mother ever. absolutely feeds you soup and tends to you!!! he wants you to depend on him so bad :((( he wants to be yours… wants you to be his… wants to be the most important person in your life. but it comes from a place of love that’s so dangerously soft it would give most people whiplash lmao (cue his followers watching him lull you to sleep on his lap during an important meeting only to be met with a warning glance when they stare at you for a little too long <33 yeah…)

………. i got carried away PSHFKDJJD 😭😭😭 as you can see i’m Normal abt cult leader geto he’s my mommy meowmeow ever. in conclusion!!! i agree w you wholeheartedly 🐟 anon !!!!

#sorry i can’t be blamed for how my brain responds to mentions of cult leader geto 😔#i love him just as much as teen sugu + the redeemed au sugu that lives inside my skull #but i think he does have an extra special place in my heart… his contrast is so Good it makes me insane #he’s a softie when it comes to his loved one and i truly will die on that hill it’s canon to me #forever thinking abt that One scene w nanamimi where he’s entirely unguarded and speaking so softly #thinking about his youth #:(((( i love himmmm #and i love you 🐟 anon!! tysm for stopping by <33 it’s almost easter now…. i hope you end up having a lovely time !!!#ask tag ✩#🐟 anon !! ✩

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aching-tummies · 2 years ago

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Oil and Milkshake

Happy (belated) Easter ^^

Life's been pretty hectic for me in the last week or so and I haven't had time to write about it until now.

Anyway...I think stuff started around Tuesday, April 4? Things at work were getting hectic because some coworkers were demanding to trade/pawn shifts off (to me) last-minute because they decided then and there that they wanted to attend Easter events. So...schedule is thrown out of whack and I'm picking up hours here and there as well as being told that boss is cutting my regular hours because he doesn't expect the weekend to be busy (I ended up with net-gains due to picking up all the shifts everyone else was dropping, so not too salty about the cuts). Welp, I was already dealing with the beginnings of a stressy belly around that day. I was looking forward to getting my errands done and using my one day off to rest up at home. Relatives pulled a fast one on us again, telling us with about 6 hours notice that they were coming into town and expected to stay the weekend at our place etc. 6 hours notice. At least 4 of which I had initially planned to sleep my stress and exhaustion away. So...yeah...got up bright and early to start whipping the house and guest-areas into shape for their stay (the guest area is usually a storage/laundry-folding area for those of us that live here when there are no guests).

With the relatives staying over, our usual diet got thrown for a loop. These relatives insist on take-out and always end up getting copious amounts of breaded/fried foods. So...yeah...that's all that was on offer at the house and in our fridge for 3 days. Fried chicken, fried squid, reheated fried something-that-may-have-started-life-as-a-potato. Honestly...the only greens I saw all weekend were the lettuce leaves fast-food joints use in their TV advertising. Yeah...needless to say that my stressy-belly turned into an upset one really quickly over Easter. To top it all off, Easter chocolate was going on sale and anyone that knows me knows that I never miss an opportunity to score some cheap chocolate. So...all weekend my poor belly became a vat of fried, oily food, and chocolate.

Come Monday morning, the relatives were gone and so was the fried hell that had taken up residence in our fridge all weekend. At this point my belly was just a constant ball of upset and I knew I'd have to work with the churning orb going at it for a couple of days...so I decided to try and salvage what I could of a healthier diet. I ate instant oatmeal and have been doing my best to ensure every meal I take in has at least 2 kinds of vegetables in it.

Anyway...my days off are coming up, and because I intend to rest and relax during them, I decided to run my errands immediately after work. I had some things to print off (graphic organizers...some for work 'cuz I'm in charge of training new hires so I create graphic organizers/charts to help trainees quickly find information rather than having to look all over the place or ask someone every 3 seconds). So...I went to go get those printed off and decided that I would treat myself seeing as it's the end of my work-week.

I went to a nearby food-court and tried out a new-to-me place, got a donair wrap with some roasted potatos to go with it. There were onions, tomato, and actual leafy lettuce on it...three whole chunks of lettuce, which is more than my tummy has seen in a week. I walked around the mall for a little while, hoping to settle my stomach 'cuz it was still pretty upset from the weekend and I wasn't sure if the new-to-me food would play nice. The potatoes were actually extremely oily. There was a noticeable pool of orange-y oil left on the plate after I finished the potatoes. As if I needed any more oil in my poor tummy.

To *really* treat myself, I splurged and bought myself a milkshake from an ice-cream place.

I don't know if it's the oily potatoes or the milkshake, or the combination of both...but my stomach's been more upset in the last 2 hours than it has been all week.

I got through 1/5th of the milkshake while waiting for my bus to come home. After getting off the bus, I still had half a hill to climb before I'd arrive at home and my belly was so uncomfortable. It wasn't aching...but there was a sickly, sticky feeling in it. It felt like my throat and esophagus was squeezing tightly together, preventing something from coming up. I felt a constant urge to burp, but every time I tried, I got nothing, despite feeling a pressure in my throat and in my diaphragm. Halfway home, I tasted something sour at the back of my throat.

I got home and made a beeline for my room. I recently purchased a cheap stethoscope to indulge in my own stomach's noises. Unfortunately, it hasn't been very vocal since I bought the stethoscope. Anyway...I immediately set it up on my stomach, prodding it into various areas of my stomach.

There weren't any loud noises, even with the stethoscope, but I could hear a constant burbling...like something was perpetually foaming within my guts.

Even as I type this, I still feel that nagging pressure telling me something needs to come up and having nothing actually coming up when I try.

Honestly...if I had a partner into this kind of stuff, I actually think I would welcome them being rough with my belly--anything to make this nagging "gonna come up" feeling disappear. I don't puke easily and can count on my fingers the number of times I've ever actually thrown up...maybe some manual encouragement would help? ;) In either case, feel free to take this as an invite/jumping off point for RP-Asks/Starter/Lite.

#tummy kink #upset tummy

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travelingtheusa · 12 days ago

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TEXAS

2025 Feb 26 (Wed) – We drove into town this morning so I could go to the chiropractor again. After that, we went back to Market Street for lunch. This time, we both had sandwiches. We ate half and brought the other half home for dinner.

Following lunch, we drove to the Littlest Skyscraper. A man proposed to build a skyscraper for the boomtown that was growing everywhere because of oil discoveries. He got investors together, had them sign off on the plans, and built the structure. Unfortunately for the investors, although the plans called for the building to be 420 feet tall, it was only built to 420 inches tall. They tried to sue the flimflam man but he disappeared. A judge ruled they had no case since they had all signed off on the plans. Done in by a little apostrophe!! The “skyscraper” is attached to another building where there is a small shop that sells a variety of goods. The owner told us the story of how the structure happened, then let us climb the four stories to the top floor. It certainly was a tiny little building.

We then drove to Sheppard AFB. This is a training base for pilots. There were many planes parked on the tarmac under shelters to protect them from the sun. It was a very large base. We stopped at the Express and picked up a couple of bottles of liquor.

2025 Feb 25 (Tue) – We stayed in the campground all day. Paul worked on the maps for the Louisiana caravan. I had a zoom meeting with the National Muster team. The weather was delightful.

2025 Feb 24 (Mon) – I went to a chiropractor today. It was a place called The Joint. It is a nationwide chain of chiropractors. I needed the adjustment so much. Although the pain returned later in the afternoon. After the doctor, we went shopping in the Market Center. It was a very nice grocery store and we had lunch there – Paul, baked chicken, and me, fried chicken. It was a very pleasant day today.

2025 Feb 23 (Sun) – I went out to Great Clips and got a long overdue haircut. Then we went to lunch at the Back Porch Drafthouse. Then it was a quick stop at CVS to get a prescription for Paul and some Easter cards for the grandkids.

I found out that Wichita Falls has no waterfall … exactly. There was a waterfall but it was destroyed in a flood back in the 1800s. In the mid-1900s, the town got together and built a small waterfall as you come into town. It happened to be turned off when we came in. That’s to avoid the water freezing in cold weather.

The weather is so much nicer now. Low of 50, high of 70. Very welcome.

2025 Feb 22 (Sat) – We packed up and left Vernon at 11:50 a.m. We waited so long to leave because we were only driving 58 miles today. The blocks supporting the rig were frozen on the ground. Paul had to use a hammer to knock them loose. At least the temperatures are warmer – in the 50s.

We are staying at the Wichita Falls RV Park in Wichita Falls. It’s a nice park. The sites are over 100’ long. There are many empty campsites. Guess it’s too cold for some folks to go camping. We took a stroll around the campground. There is a nature walk along a river in the back of the campground.

2025 Feb 21 (Fri) – Temps are climbing. It got up to 41 today. The bathroom pipes have defrosted and we are getting water again. The kitchen sink is still frozen. It should be back online soon. Paul ran out quickly to get fuel for tomorrow’s move. We took a stroll around the campground. I made stew. Paul ran over to WalMart to get some nice, crusty bread to go with the stew. We ran out of propane. We’ve been going through about one 30-pound bottle a day. Paul puts the bottle out in front of the trailer. The owner picks it up between 4 and 6 and returns it full. They bill our credit card on file. I have no idea how much it costs.

Poor Sheba is in a bad way. She hasn’t had a bowel movement in four days. She keeps asking for something but we can’t seem to figure it out. I think she wants help going potty but we don’t know how to do it any more than by putting Laxatone on her paw. I feel so bad for her.

2025 Feb 20 (Thu) – It was too cold to take a walk today so we went to WalMart and wandered around the store to get in some steps. While there, we picked up a few items. It continues to be very cold. The water pipes are still frozen. I have been boiling water to use in washing dishes. Back to our early camping days. Lol.

2025 Feb 19 (Wed) – When I woke this morning, the heat was back on. But the lines in the bathroom were frozen. We now have no running water in the trailer. We’ve tried to keep our power usage at a minimum by keeping the fireplace off. I had to boil water to do some dishes.

We went to WalMart to pick up some groceries and water. It was bitter cold. The weather app said it was 8 degrees and felt like -11 with the wind chill. We picked up a couple of runners to put on the floor to try and stay a little warmer. I made chili for dinner and will cook stew tomorrow.

This is definitely what we ever expected. When we left, we said it would always be spring or fall weather. Who would have thought Texas could be this cold!

2025 Feb 18 (Tue) – Oh, man! The weather sure has caught us short. The temperature is down in the 20s. There was blowing snow and thin ice covering steps and railings.

We went out to the Red River Valley Museum on the college campus. It was an interesting museum; most of it about cattle ranching and all the cattle drives that used to take place in Texas. I learned that although we’ve all heard of the Chisholm Trail, the Great Western Trail was actually the most traveled. Drovers moved the cattle to the destination point, often many miles over dry desert landscapes. There were different positions assigned to the drovers, depending on where they were along the herd. The cattle were very skitterish and would stampede over the smallest thing like lighting a match or the sound of someone getting on or off a horse.

Another part of the museum had a collection of wildlife that a man had hunted all around the world. His family had donated his collection to the museum. I always find it macabre to see an animal head mounted on a wall. There were dozens of animals, mostly from the family of deer and elk.

After the museum, we went to lunch. We both had the special: chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes and gravy. Later this evening, while watching TV, things started acting weird. The TV kept saying the memory was full and we needed to delete apps. What apps??? Then power came on and went off. The water line to the kitchen sink froze and we had no water. The bathroom sink and toilet were working ok. The temperatures kept dropping and it was cold in the RV. We think everybody in the campground was turning on heaters and electric blankets and that was messing up the electric service. Then we lost electric completely. That meant no furnace and no electric blanket and no fireplace. I had foresight enough to throw an extra blanket on the bed earlier today and it made a difference. I slept fitfully. Paul was up and down all night trying to figure out why we weren’t getting any electricity. The battery meter read that the batteries were empty. What a mess!

2025 Feb 17 (Mon) – We packed up and left Lubbock at 9:40 a.m. It was 180 miles over the longest road and plainest landscape ever. We passed through small towns on a 2-lane highway that seemed to go on forever. There were few trees and bushes and several small and large farms and ranches. We saw cattle, goats and sheep grazing on the land. We arrived at the Rocking A RV Park in Vernon a little after 1:30. The office was closed for lunch but the clerk saw us fumbling around trying to find out where to go so she came out to help. We have FHU right across from WalMart. I almost feel like I am parked in their parking lot. They even have a walkway from the campground to the store.

We ran out of propane last night. It got down into the 20s. It’s supposed to go down to 17 tonight. Paul put the propane tank out and the campground owner came by and filled it. Guess we’ll stay hunkered down in the rig tonight.

2025 Feb 16 (Sun) – The toilet clogged up today. We ran out to WalMart to get a plunger and snake. While there, we did some grocery shopping. Paul was able to clear whatever was clogging the toilet after we got back.

It was very cold this morning when we got up. The thermometer read 32 degrees. Brrrrr.

2025 Feb 15 (Sat – Hudson’s Birthday) – The temperatures have been very cold. We disconnected the water last night in case of a freeze. At 11:30 a.m., we drove into town and had lunch at the Italian Garden. The food was ok but nothing to rave about. The ambiance and service were very good.

After lunch, we went to the Wind & Air Power Museum. It is the largest collection of windmills anywhere. The windmills were used to bring water up from the wells on ranches out in the desert and dry lands. There were so many different kinds. What I found fascinating was the really big windmills had two tails. One was perpendicular to the fan and the second was attached at a 90 degree angle. When the wind blew, the angled tail would move the fan out of the heavy wind into a lighter wind. It helped to prevent breakage. Very ingenious. There are lots of miniature trains running all around the place.

2025 Feb 14 (Fri) – We packed up and left Roswell, NM at 10 a.m. It was later than we wanted to leave but we had to use the dump station since we didn’t have a sewer hookup. It was 180 miles of long, lonely driving over miles and miles of open prairie with tiny little towns sparsely populated and separated by long distances. If anyone mentions overpopulation to me, I will laugh until I am blue in the face.

We arrived in Lubbock, TX at the Lubbock RV Park right off I-27. The front part of the campground is old and worn down but the back half is newer. The campsite we got has a recently poured concrete pad and freshly planted trees. They haven’t even had time to fill in around the edges of the pad. We have full hookups, are right next to the laundry and bathhouse, and the trash container is just across the road. We did laundry and all the machines in the place are brand new. Maybe new owners have the place or current owners are upgrading. Either way it’s pretty nice.

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mydyspraxiablog · 1 year ago

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Having dyspraxia can be challenging reject not doing Queen Guide Award in girl guide but have hidding disabilities of Dyspraxia, half deaf and Coelic which mean can't eat anythings Wheat,Barley and gluten just make difficult for holiday Christmas and New year and Easter but Easter egg too far way at movent " It Christmas " so let talk about Christmas you see me and families always rowing over quiz but hate when people cheat in Quiz as lot family are cheating so ruin Christmas for me because like win at no cost it ruin my fun again rember day when host music Stop dance frozen again ,music chair,duck and hose game but those games isn't alway anymore in UK so taking fun out of game by Parants compliment it too danger and past and Parcle but have put sweet in ever paper in my days didn't have, when help Rainbow Guide Longton and Stafford play some great game Taffic light ,Monkeys field well really that brownie guide Pizza run ,duck and goose, and Dogs chase in park so Rainbow guide know what do missing those day but that past now.

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wolf-and-bard · 4 years ago

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Of Witchers and Eggs

Summary: Basically what it says in the title. Geralt doesn’t know how to cook eggs (which Jaskier finds adorable and annoying), neither do Aiden and Lambert. Eskel does, but keeps getting bothered by a friend. Contains a handful of swear words. Length: 1.1k

Happy Easter, y’all! <3

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„Fuck,“ Geralt grumbles. „What now?“ He stares daggers into the chicken egg he holds with two fingers, as far away from himself as possible. It’s still warm and a feather clings to it, all courtesy of the little coop from which he stole a handful of them earlier.

„Have you ever even held an egg before?“ Jaskier replies with an unveiled mixture of joy and exasperation. They’ve been here before, but that doesn’t make it less uncomfortable for Geralt who squirms under the weight of his earlier promise.

I want to make something for breakfast. For you and Ciri. Something other than last night’s cold stew or a stale loaf of bread. Grand idea.

“Not never,” Geralt says, gaze swivelling between Jaskier, the egg, and the pan the bard put onto the simmering coals. No time like the present. His hand shakes lightly as he brings the egg to the edge of the pan just a smidge to forcefully. It cracks almost straight through and when Geralt tries to pry it open to fry it, it falls apart, splatters onto his and Jaskier’s thighs where they are pressed together. Some of it lands in the pan, complete with bits of shell in it.

“Oh dear,” Jaskier sighs, and rubs his forehead. He picks bits of shell out of the pan, then decides it’s hopeless and empties the whole thing into the grass. “How are you still alive, dear? I mean I was pampered as a child, but even I know how to fry some eggs.”

“Hmm.”

“You’re lucky you’re pretty.” Jaskier grins and taps his finger against Geralt’s nose. It’s a bit slimy and cold from the eggs, but the motion has Geralt go cross-eyed and he wants so badly to try again. And again. Until he gets it right.

“I’m sorry.”

“No matter, I can teach you,” Jaskier says. He kisses Geralt softly, his bard, his stupidly forgiving companion, and Geralt draws him closer, cradles his chin. Who cares about eggs anyway?

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“Here you are, pup,” Aiden says with a yawn, joining Lambert by the stove in Kaer Morhen’s kitchen. They are both only half-dressed and the first to get upon this freezing winter morning, but Lambert seems wide awake and intent on bursting the handful of eggs on the counter by directing smothering looks at them. Aiden shrugs inwardly, he won’t even ask what they have done to him. Instead, he draws both arms around Lambert’s middle and nuzzles close. “Where’d those eggs come from?” They definitely aren’t chicken eggs, they’re smaller, grey-tinged and uneven in shape. Still, Aiden’s mouth waters at the thought of popping them into his mouth, nicely cooked with extra salt and pepper added. Why is his stomach always the first thing that’s awake about him?

“I collected them,” Lambert says. He has his palms braced on the counter on either side of the eggs, but leans into Aiden’s touch. His yellow eyes stay trailed on them.

“What? You went out already?” Aiden nibbles on the skin of Lambert’s shoulders, shuffles his feet closer. Jerks back. The hems of Lambert’s breeches are frozen solid and, on closer inspection, his lips are tinged blue. “Lambs, what the heck?”

“I thought we could cook them. You like cooked eggs, don’t you? There are a handful of nests in the stables and I know it’s not the season or whatever, but I did find these. We could have breakfast by the hearth.”

Aiden blinks. This counts among the sweeterthings Lambert has done for him. Luckily, Lambert’s foul mouth is the last thing about him that wakes up. He’s softer in the mornings, more prone to caring and being cared for. Aiden kisses him, then noses at the scratchy hollow of his cheek.

“Thanks… do you know how to cook eggs though?”

“Uhm, don’t you?” Lambert shoots back, eyes darting to Aiden for the first time. They look at each other for a long moment, then Aiden bursts into giggles, Lambert into growls.

“I have no clue.”

“But you eat them all the time.”

“Yes, when other people cook them.”

“It can’t be that hard though, can it?”

Aiden ponders it. It really can’t, they just have to boil it for a bit, right? But these aren’t even chicken eggs. “Let’s just… wait for Vesemir to wake up.”

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Eskel finds himself a nice rock in one of the smaller courtyards, one that is perfect for sitting on, feeling the burn of his muscles from the training sequence he’s just been through and smelling spring’s bloom which is clear and punctuated by soft winds up here in the mountains. After a hunt has left him with a shattered knee and several internal wounds, he decided to remain in Kaer Morhen until he feels fully himself again. The others left weeks ago, Vesemir the last one, and Eskel’s been enjoying the quiet, the peace. He only ever gets to see the spikes and hazards of the keep these days, it’s nice to see it come to life with warm sunlight and blossoms that burst through the cracks.

His knee creaks in protest when he sits, the day a warm kiss on his sweat-glistening skin, and his stomach rumbles. Eskel grins and pats it, then takes a hearty bite of the bread he prepared himself. After Lambert showed him all his secret spots for snatching eggs from nests, Eskel’s been living on a diet of them. They’re just neat. The slab of bread he holds now is buttered, overflowing with scrambled egg and dried herbs and just enough salt to leave him on the comfortable side of thirsty. Eskel’s about to take another bite when something nudges his bad knee.

“Oh,” he says and his grin widens. “Hello there, little one. How are you today?” Lil’ Bleater bleats happily and headbutts his knee again. A hiss of pain travels up Eskel’s leg, but he ignores it in favour of scratching the goat between the horns. It tries to lick at his food.

“Oh, no you don’t. This is mine, there’s plenty of grass and clover and what not around here for you to feast on.” Eskel pauses and tears a huge chunk from his bread which earns him a glare. Lil’ Bleater rears up a little, then quickly licks at the crumbs that have spilled onto Eskel’s thighs, the ground.

“Stop that, you’re going to get yourself sick. I don’t think goats are supposed to eat egg.”

The goat tosses its head, prances around him, licks at Eskel’s elbow. Eskel can feel his heart go soft. Fuck, what is it with these animals that make him so… so… silly. He sighs and holds out his bread. Lil’ Bleater sniffs at it, snorts, then stalks off.

“Told you so,” Eskel mutters. More for him then.

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pbandjesse · 3 years ago

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I hate writing my post this late but I was out on the town!! And I just got home.

Today could have been worse. It could have been better. Work was a lot. But we survived, despite everything.

I slept okay. I woke up and felt alright. Not thrilled. But alright. James texted me that there was drama at work already. So I was pretty jazzed to get in.

They picked me up donuts so I did not stop for breakfast. Yet still got to work at the same time.

The drama: Jessica was out sick and a surprise group showed up at 8am. What.

Apparently they were renting the musuem to film a music video for a school project. But the problem was that the person who made the rental thought it was for tomorrow and also didn't tell anyone?? It got lost in communication. But the museum is also open today so like. How did they think this was going to work?? We had 100 kindergarteners coming. Ugh.

And while they were mostly fine, they would act like we were in their way and messing with their shots. And it was frustrating. But for the most part they didn't effect my programs.

My main issue was my group was 45 minutes late. And then one of their three groups insisted on having the same lunch and so everyone schedules got messed up. And all of our first groups were so out of control. They wouldn't stop screaming?? And the chaperones weren't trying to calm them.

So we were all a little rattled come lunch time, especially realizing that meant one group had an hour lunch?

But the lunch helped. And my second program went great, they were all so calm. And I was able to read two stories to them! They made very cute hats (the program was making hats), and we went on a little hat parade around the musuem. It was very cute. And it helped improve the day.

I ran back to help finish Mike's program because me and Jordan were done. And then once the group was gone I would clean up the lunchroom where my program was. They were interviewing someone in there about Bethlehem steel so I tried to be really quiet, but I also just really enjoyed hearing this man's story. I'm glad we collect this living history stuff. It's so important we don't lose it.

I would leave at 2 again. I was happy to be done and go home. I wanted to rest.

When I got back here I parallel parked again! And then we had not one but yeo packages!

It was gifts form my mom. She sent us Easter baskets!! With cups with our names on them!! She's so sweet. I had sent her a video about an adult child asking their mom for an Easter basket and saying it was child neglect to not do it, despite being 24. And mom actually did it. She's the best. I was also excited for the snacks. And it had just like two nice pens in it? Awesome.

I put on my jumpsuit and laid in bed. I was going to nap but instead I just watched videos and enjoyed laying down.

James would get home. I had a snack. I laid down until 5. And got dressed again to go to dinner and a show.

Normally I would go with James. But tonight I went with their mom, Anne. Jess thought that it was weird to hang out with Anne without James. But I think it's healthy. I will admit I was nervous. About the food, about how their family talks over each other. But it would be mostly a lot of fun.

We went to a very fancy roof top restaurant, with wild views of the city. While there weren't great vegetarian options on the main courses, they had a soup, salad, and bread on the starters and I created a meal that was fabulous. And me and Anne would share the salad and the bread and she got a fancy tuna thing. The food was very good and we had pretty good conversation overall.

Some was weird for me. James says that their family isn't passive aggressive, but rather aggressively passive. And so while I might feel like something was weird I had to remind myself she probably didn't mean anything by it. Specifically wedding stuff. But for the most part we had good conversation and it was fun hearing stories. She's lead an interesting life and has fun things to talk about. Mostly though we enjoyed the food and atmosphere.

We walked to the theater next. This was the world premiere of this show and it was so good!!

It started a half hour late, but that was okay. We sat behind the playwright's mom for the first act, and then the playwright himself for the second. The mom from Malcom in the middle was in the show! And she was fabulous. The whole show was fantastic. The set was so cool. I am always a sucker for a set with stairs and two levels. The show was supposed to be a sitcom and they really sold it for me. The main couple is an interracial gay couple in their early 30s. They are married and live in Baltimore.

The black man loses his job, and so they are late on their mortgage on their very nice house, and so they are trying to sell it. Without luck. But then both of their parents, the white and black families, both also lose their homes and have to come live in the young couples house, not knowing they could also be losing it. It was a fascinating and hilarious show. I was like full belly laughing one second and very serious the next. They would talk about dreams for yourself and your children, optimists, realists, how black people have to be twice as good for half as much, while white people can skate along, but both can end up in the same space. I found it light at times but really spoke to the heart of so many things. Plus the relationships were so real and I loved the characters.

Which is why I was shocked when we left and Anne said they she was surprised it was funny but that it didn't have much to say. I was like. What??

The white mom character a few times during the show would say something just left of racist. Not exactly racist but not kind. Joking where it isn't appropriate. Being to much for the situation. Making a huge deal about what you do know about black people, as a white person, because you are awkward and want to show you are disarming and not like those other white people. But because of how we are coming off as, weird, to much, to big, and honestly patronizing. And it's something I have done, something I have seen Anne do, and something I have seen my own mother do. My mom who is kind and sweet and funny and tries so hard to see everyone. Really see them.

And I saw her in this mom on stage. Not exactly. But the mannerisms and the larger then life laugh and the laughing with your whole face to disarm another person because you want to be friends and make them feel safe. Because I do it do!

But I have also seen Anne do this. And I realized when she said that the play didn't say much she didn't recognize that she was that character. I told her what I saw and she was like, oh yeah I can see that. But I don't think she realized how close to her, to women in her and my mom's generations, this character was written.

And I don't want that to come across as me being like. Oh mom (or Anne) you are this bad person! Because this character was never bad! She was always kind, just maybe not always the best in uncomfortable social/racial situations. And by the end of the play when everyone understood each other better and found common ground I saw my mom then too. Sharing in celebrations, laughing with her whole body and loving and hugging everyone she can get her hands on.

And it made me miss my mom. I wish I was not so busy. I wish she didn't have so much going on. I miss going out to eat with her. I miss hanging out.

I am still hurting over not going on our trip to Scotland. And that time we missed out on together. I hope we can go someday soon. But I mourn those lost moments.

After the show they had a little award ceremony for the director where the city's president councilman awarded him a thing. And it was very sweet. Even if that man isn't without controversy and someone in the audience yelled something but the director deserved the nice thing so I am glad we didn't dwell.

Anne took me home after that. And I was really glad to be home. I had an excellent time but I am really glad I am clean and in my own bed now.

Me and James talked for a while. I took a shower. And now it is time for sleep.

I am at the nursery tomorrow. I hope it is a fun day. For you all too!! Goodnight everyone. Sleep good!!

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charmingradiobelle · 4 years ago

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Thanksgiving in Quarantine

(A/N: more Pixar AU!! no there's not really a plot I just wanted to write something for thanksgiving. Also friendly reminder I've never cooked a day in my life so Imma just be vague on those details)

"Alright Pixars, listen up!" Mike called to get everyone's attention. After their conversations died down, he stepped forward towards the front of the room so all eyes would be on him. As the group leader, it was his job to host the monthly meetings and inform them of recent events or decisions made by him or their creator, Luxo Sr.

Once he was sure they were listening, he proceeded to explain, "So as you all know, even though we aren't affected by Covid, we still have to stay in quarantine for the sake of others. So that means that this year, we won't be spending Thanksgiving with the Disneys—"

"YES!!" Everyone cheered ecstatically, some standing up to pump their fists or high-five each other.

Mike was taken aback by their joyous reaction. Not just because it was a response to what he said, but he couldn't remember the last time all of them were that excited about anything. "—like we usually do.." He finished.

"Oh don't act like you're not relieved about it, Mike." McQueen said, "You hate the Disneys just as much as we do."

"Excuse me, but we do not 'hate' here." He said, "We just strongly dislike. Anyway, I'm not that relieved like you guys are. I was actually looking forward to our tradition."

"Well, I'm just glad we won't have to be greeted by them singing 'Be Our Guest' for the millionth fucking time." Woody scoffed, earning some murmurs of agreement from the rest.

Their relationship with the Disneys was complicated, to say the least. Luxo Sr. started the alliance with Mickey Mouse himself several years ago, and thus they joined the Disney family. But the Pixars were never given a say in the deal, and while they did admire the Disneys and were grateful for the success they brought them, that didn't mean they were tolerable to be around. The Pixars didn't hate them (despite constantly joking that they did), they just despised their arrogance and their random outbursts of songs every ten minutes.

"Wait so if we're not going to the Disneys, we're gonna have Thanksgiving at our house?" Marlin asked, "You do realize we haven't done that in like, 14 years? And obviously the family's grown since then."

Mike nodded, "I understand that, but if we're able to somehow survive Halloween, Easter, Christmas, and New Years on our own, then how hard can Thanksgiving be?"

"Your optimism is appreciated." EVE said, "But from past experience, this feels like yet another disaster waiting to happen."

"Yeah, I mean, who's even gonna cook dinner?" Remy asked.

"You are." Mike shrugged.

The rat man widened his eyes, "Say what now?"

Remy was a great cook, and honestly he was the only one who actually knew how to use an oven. But cooking an entire Thanksgiving meal for the whole group was asking a bit much.

"I can't cook that much in one day by myself!"

"You won't, some of us will help you. Right, guys?" Mike asked. But he got no responses, instead everyone just awkwardly looked away.

Remy sighed, "Come on, guys. Do you really want to eat burnt turkey for Thanksgiving? Imelda?"

She put her hands up in defense, "Don't look at me. I don't know how to make white people food."

"Okay, relax. We'll have WALL-E help you." Mike said, gesturing to the robot man—who gave an enthusiastic wave.

But this offer didn't make Remy feel any better. Out of all the Pixars Mike could've suggested, it just had to be WALL-E. "Seriously?" He asked, "You know he burns toast, right?"

"He'll be fine." Mike waved a dismissive hand. "..probably. Okay, does anyone else want to help with Thanksgiving dinner?"

Once again there was nothing but silence and awkward glances. Remy looked around with a pleading face, trying to get anyone to agree, but no such luck. Well, until Atta got tired of the lack of responses and and decided it was best to take one for the team. "Alright fine. I'll help you." She said to Remy.

"Thank Luxo." He sighed with relief, "You are a saint, Atta."

She shrugged, "I try."

"Then it's settled." Mike said, "Thanksgiving will be hosted by Remy, Atta, and WALL-E. Let's pray they don't screw it up."

The three gave him a cold look, while the others nodded in agreement.

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Thursday came sooner than they realized, and unfortunately due to the pandemic, buying groceries was a pain in the ass and getting what they needed for dinner took longer than they would've hoped. Luckily they were able to have it all in their kitchen and (hopefully) would have enough time to make it. And even though they were spending the holiday by themselves, the Pixars still got dressed up and decorated for the occasion.

Since the kids would be joining them at the table as well, that meant having to cook for even more people. Remy, WALL-E, and Atta were hard at work in the kitchen making gravy, deviled eggs, sweet potato casserole, pumpkin pie, mashed potatoes, etc. And of course, turkey. At first it didn't seem like cooking was going to be so bad. They got an early start before most of the Pixars even woke up. If all went well, they would have dinner done by the afternoon.

"Okay guys, we've got a full house of hungry Pixars so we gotta get this done quick." Remy reminded them, "Atta, you're on pie detail, and you're gonna help me with the turkey. WALL-E, you focus on the casserole, eggs, and making sure Atta stays away from the marshmallows."

Atta slowly looked over at him while he pointed at her, "Yeah, I see you."

She narrowed her eyes at him before slowly reaching her hand toward the bag of marshmallows. He scolded her as she popped another one into her mouth, smirking at him and holding back a laugh. But then the two quickly moved on, since they couldn't waste much time on banter and jokes.

"I don't see how the Disneys do this every year." WALL-E commented, taking a bite of bread.

"Well, they don't actually make it. They have a whole cooking staff that serves them every meal. Which is kinda why they invite us in the first place." Atta explained to him, helping Remy baste the turkey.

Remy scoffed, "And yet there's only one chef in this house. Man, I'd love it if I could get more help around here. Hopefully the new Pixars will know how to cook."

"That's what you say every time." Atta chuckled.

"Maybe if I keep saying it, it'll happen." He shrugged.

After a few minutes, the turkey was ready to cook. They placed it in the oven and set the correct amount of degrees and time. Now all they had to do was wait and finish the rest of the meal.

Violet walked into the kitchen, inhaling the strong scent of half-cooked food. "Mmm, smells great in here." She commented, opening the fridge to grab a water bottle. "So how's slaving away for the others going?"

"We're not 'slaving away', Violet." Remy rolled his eyes. Although now that he said it out loud, it kinda seemed like they were, considering not a single other Pixar was offering to help. Instead they were all hanging out around the house doing who knows what. "Regardless, we're doing just fine."

"You wanna help us?" Atta asked with a mouthful of marshmallows—which earned a scowl from Remy.

Violet sighed, shutting the fridge. "I'd love to, but Joy's taking me out shopping for Christmas presents.

"But stores aren't even open today." WALL-E said.

"That's what I told her." The teen shrugged her shoulders, "But she insisted on taking me and a couple others. I honestly think they're just trying to get out of the house so they have an excuse not to help out."

The three exchanged an annoyed glance. While they expected that sort of behavior from their friends, it was still irritating to know they didn't care enough to even stay home for Thanksgiving. But then again, ditching her friends when they need her didn't sound like something Joy would do.

Before they could question it, they heard Violet's name being called from the other room, signaling her to walk away. "Well, good luck with dinner, guys." She said.

"Okay, have fun today." Atta said to her right before she left. The three then gave each other the same confused expression, all thinking the same thing. But it was a short-lived moment, as they quickly got back to work.

"Alright, making conversation is nice and all, but we can't spend much time having social interactions." Remy reminded them, "From now on, no more distractions, okay? Focus is key."

He turned around, seeing a certain someone once again stuffing three marshmallows in her mouth. "Atta!"

"Leave me alone!" She retorted.

—

Several hours passed since the three started cooking, and they were getting close to being finished. It was hard keeping the kids out of the kitchen to stop them from sneaking bites of the food, since they always did that even when eating at the Disneys' place. But in a display of irony, Remy always shooed them away or chased them out with a broom.

A little after noon the meal was finally ready to be gorged. Everyone had a little bit of everything on their plate and had to pull up a few chairs and small tables so they could all sit together in one spot (one of the tables was actually just an old nightstand). Usually when eating meals, the Pixars would just sit in different areas around the house since the table wasn't big enough for all of them to sit at. But since this was Thanksgiving, they wanted to be together.

"Alright everyone, before we eat, we should go around and say what we're thankful for." Woody said, "And I'll start if that makes it easier."

"It would." They all agreed.

They all joined hands as Woody began, "Well, I'm thankful for all of you. You're not just my friends or people I'm forced to live with, you're my family. Which is kinda the same thing but has better meaning. I'm also thankful for our success, and I'm thankful we're doing this here and not at Disney hell."

A few of them laughed and nodded, although they never thought they'd hear the words "Disney" and "hell" in the same sentence.

"I'll go next." Sulley said, "Let's see, I'm thankful for the food on my plate, and the hard-working people who made it for me."

Remy, Atta, and WALL-E smiled at him.

"And I'm thankful to have the privilege to celebrate this holiday with the people I love."

"Awww!!" They cooed.

Barley leaned towards Sadness to whisper, "Wait, are we supposed to say meaningful shit like that every time?" The girl merely shrugged in response.

Once everyone had a turn saying what they were thankful for, they were finally able to dig in. The turkey was even better than they were used to. The whole meal tasted far better than what they would've received at the Disneys' Thanksgiving. Except the sweet potato casserole appeared to be missing quite a few marshmallows.

"I'm so glad it's Thanksgiving." Joy said, a little out-of-the blue.

"Why's that, Joy?" Bob asked her curiously.

"So I can finally get in the Christmas spirit without people telling me to 'wait until Thanksgiving'." She rolled her eyes.

Out of all of them, Joy was definitely the Christmas fanatic, so much that all other holidays around the end of the year were irrelevant to her. The Pixars didn't mind it, though. They loved Christmas, and they were glad she was always the one to go all out on decorations so they didn't have to.

"Can't argue with that." Jessie said, stuffing a piece of pie in her mouth. "But sadly it's not gonna be the same this year."

"No kidding." Merida scoffed. "If people had just done what they were told back in March, this wouldn't have happened."

McQueen raised a brow, "Dude, we had a whole ass celebration for the Swearing-In in March—"

"That was before quarantine, shut up." She was quick to defend.

"When's quarantine gonna be over?" Dash asked, "I'm tired of staying inside all day."

Mike sighed, as he dreaded this topic every time it came up in conversation. But as the leader, he had to be the voice of reason. "Look guys, I know it's tough, okay? We can't even die from Covid but we're being forced to stay at home, and I know it's frustrating. Heck, there's probably not even gonna be a Swearing-In ceremony for 'Soul'."

"There's not??" Dory asked with a frown.

"If things stay this way, then no." He said, even though it hurt to admit. Swearing-Ins were a big deal for the Pixars. It was what made them apart of the family. "But there's nothing we've been through that we've faced alone, right? We've always had each other, and we always will."

Even though they were still sad about the situation, and even if what he said was a little cheesy, they knew he was right. They were the Pixars for crying out loud, they could handle any challenge as long as they stuck together.

Mike raised his glass, signaling everyone else to do the same. "I propose a toast. To our Pixar family."

"To our family!" They cheered, sipping their drinks afterward.

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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survey by ohsh1t2wksl8

Layers

Layer 1: The Basics

Name: Since there’ve been several people who’ve followed me recently anyway, HI I’m Robyn.

Age: 23.

Birthday: April 21st.

Gender: Female.

Zodiac Sign: Taurus.

Layer 2: Your Family

Do you have any brothers or sisters? Yes, I have one of each.

Do you have any pets? Yup, two dogs.

Do you still live with your parents? I do. I’m not in a rush.

Do you have any stepparents? Nope.

How many cousins do you have? 11 first cousins. Throwing my second cousins into the mix would dramatically increase the number and I don’t feel like counting rn.

Layer 3: Your Friends

Who is your best friend? Angela and Andi.

Who have you been friends with the longest? Angela and I have been friends for 16 years and it’s stronger as ever these days because of our mutual love for BTS hehe.

What do you like to do with your friends? It really depends! There’s no one thing I like doing most with any of them; as long as I’m with them I’d consider it time well spent.

Do you have more friends online or in real life? Real life. It’s hard to form friendships online once nearly everyone starts becoming younger than you.

What is a good way to make friends with others? One thing I learned is that you have to be okay to initiate, and that’s not really something I like doing all the time.

Layer 4: Your Home

Do you live in a home, apartment, duplex, trailer, etc? I live in a house.

How many rooms are there in your house? There are 4 bedrooms and 5 other kinds of rooms – that’s 2 bathrooms, the living room, dining room, and kitchen.

Is your home large or small? I’d say it’s medium-sized. It’s not small that I feel cramped or inadequate, but it’s also nowhere near a mansion. It’s very comfortable for a family of 5.

What is your favorite room in your house, and why? Rooftop. My family barely goes there (and what a shame they don’t), so it’s a nice place to go to when I want to be alone but can’t get out of the house. Not to mention that it’s open-air and windy there, so whenever I feel as if I’m getting cooked inside I can always depend on the rooftop.

Do you prefer having people over to your house, or would you rather go to theirs? I’d rather go to theirs. Our house is really deep into the village and is a challenge to get to, especially if you’re unfamiliar with the general area.

Layer 5: Can You

Can you fold your tongue into the taco shape? Yes, but that’s the furthest it can go. I can’t really bend or twist it into shapes more complex than that.

Can you touch your toes without bending your knees? Nah, I lost that ability years ago. I didn’t make the most out of my flexibility back when I still had it.

Can you tie a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue? I never tried.

Can you hold up your end of a physical fight? I bet I can’t.

Can you do any yo-yo tricks? No, I was always terrible at the yo-yo.

Layer 6: Who

Who inspires you the most, and why? I don’t have any ~inspirations. I do like looking up to whoever my current obsession is – be it Rhett and Link, Paramore, BTS, etc. – to help me be happy and have something to smile at, but I try not to let any of them govern every single aspect of my life.

Who helps you maintain your sanity? My best friends. And these days, surprise surprise! – BTS.

Who do you go to most often for advice? Depends on the topic; I always run to either of my best friends. If I need a collective opinion, I go to my college friend group’s group chat.

Who knows you better than you know yourself? At one point it had been Gabie, but *shrug* Nowadays, the person who knows me best would probably be Andi.

Who is someone that you would die or put your life on the line for, no questions asked? Any of my friends.

Layer 7: Do you

Do you still eat sandwiches without the crusts? Nah - I’ve grown to be a fan of the crusts. I used to make my grandma slice them off as a kid or else I wouldn’t even think of touching the sandwich; then something changed as I got older and now I absolutely have to have the crust. At home, I even call dibs on the first and last pieces of bread (the ones that are all crust) whenever we get a new pack of sliced bread.

Do you typically finish your meal at a restaurant, or need to take a container home? I usually ask for it to be packed up for takeout.

Do you pull an Oreo apart in order to eat it? No, I just bite into it.

Do you read a lot of gossip magazines? As a kid/teenager. I’m over that now.

Do you make friends easily? I’m not the biggest social butterfly, but I’m also not super closed off. I’ll be happy to talk to anyone who approaches me.

Layer 8: How Many?

How many people live in your house with you? Four.

How many pets have you had in your lifetime? In my lifetime...I guess a good rough estimate would be somewhere around 10? I’ll never know exactly how many we’ve had since I never kept track of how many goldfish we kept.

How many tries does it take you to become successful at something? Depends. I never learned how to ride a bike even if I’ve pushed myself to practice ever since I was 5, but there are other things I’m able to pick up easily.

How many meals do you eat a day? One, dinner.

How many people can you honestly tolerate? This isn’t really an issue to me haha, I like being around people and my patience around them is usually long.

Layer 9: How

How do you typically get to school or work? I work from home at the moment and probably would for a little while longer; but if things were different, I would be driving myself.

How do you deal with a breakup? When I was going through mine, I was stupidly stubborn at first and refused any form of help. I deactivated all my social media and shut both my best friends out; it even got to a point where mutual friends were beginning to ask Andi where I’ve been as I’ve “disappeared off the face of the Earth” (an actual quote they relayed to me). I cried day in and day out, cried during my shifts, stayed holed up in my room; and I skipped hundreds of meals, sometimes not eating all day. It wasn’t a good place to be in.

But I knew I was on the right path to recovering the moment I reached out to friends again and acknowledged that I needed help. I started to help myself, too; I cut the person off slowly, and I started to look for new things to get into, new hobbies to invest in. I let my friends give me tough love and show me the reality of my situation, and I listened this time around. I don’t know what drove me to make a sudden change in my life but I’m really glad I came around to the decision, because I’m happier than ever these days.

How do you like to help others? All sorts of ways. I always want to make others’ lives a little easier.

How do you know when you’ve found “the one”? I don’t trust that instinct anymore.

How do you sleep in bed? On my side, clutching a pillow. No pillow to hug, no sleep.

Layer 10: What

What do you think happens when we die? That I just fall asleep for a very long time.

What do you do if there’s no toilet paper left on the roll and you’re already peeing? Turn around and hope there is at least a bidet in the stall.

What do you eat most often? Rice.

What toys did you enjoy most as a child? Anything with a lot of buttons or features to play around with, like detailed dollhouses.

What do you do if you witness someone being awful to someone else? Intervene, for the most part.

Layer 11: Where

Where is your favorite place to eat out? BGC has great ambience and restaurant choices, but it’s been a while since I’ve been there. I also still feel weird about the place since Gabie and I had dates there pretty often, sooooo I really ought to make new memories there with new people once I can.

Where is the place that has the best ice cream in your area? We don’t really have places known for ice cream...most people just buy pints or tubs of them at the grocery lol.

Where did you meet your current or last significant other? School.

Where can you be found at 7 PM. typically? Wrapping up work in my room.

Where can you find the best French fries? Potato Corner.

Layer 12: When

When did you find out the truth about Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy? Never believed in the first two. Tooth Fairy I lost hope in when I placed a tooth under my pillow when I was around 6 or 7 and woke up to nothing.

When do you typically fall asleep? Early hours of the morning tbh. I’d sleep anywhere between 1-4 AM these days.

When was the last time that someone paid you a compliment? Kata and I often make sure to compliment one another for our hard work by the end of particularly grueling shifts.

When do you feel most comfortable? Friday nights when I’m sure I can finally close my work group chats for the next two days.

When did you last go to the bathroom? Around an hour or so ago.

Layer 13: Why

Why do you enjoy taking surveys so much? It’s a stress reliever that has never failed me, and it lets me answers quirky random questions no one would ever have to ask me.

Why do people gossip so much? For one, probably the thrill of knowing something that's meant to be a thing.

Why can’t humans fly? It wouldn’t have been a necessity, I’m guessing.

Why aren’t you doing something else right now? Because I just spent the last 24 hours streaming Butter on Spotify and YouTube to raise views and plays for the boys, and taking this survey is actually the first thing I’ve done all day after taking a quick nap this afternoon to recover from all the streaming I did hahaha.

Why is the sky blue? I don’t know.

Layer 14: If…

If you had a million dollars, what would you spend it on? Buy chocolate chips because I’m craving them rn; get all BTS merch in one go; give a chunk to my parents; keep the rest.

If you found out someone was cheating on you, would you ever take them back? I don’t really have consistency when it comes to this situation. I know I definitely would’ve been stupid enough to stay with Gab if she hypothetically cheated on me while we were still together; I’m not sure if I’d stay when it comes to another person entirely.

If you found a wallet with cash in the street, including identification, would you turn it in? Why or why not? Yeah, I’d look for the owner. I’m not that desperate for money, personally.

If you could have any food right now, what would you like? SUSHI.

If you found out that the world was going to end tomorrow, how would you spend your last day? Go to the mall and get some much-needed air, then probably drop off some japchae and tteokbokki at Angela’s place.

Layer 15: Firsts

When did you lose your first tooth? I was in Prep and it actually fell out while I was in school. We were having storytime and I had to interrupt the session to tell my teacher it was starting to feel loose, so she got me some tissues to help me get it out.

Who was your first teacher that you ever had? Her name was Kathy. I don’t really have any substantial memories of her because I was 4 lmao, but I know she was nice.

When did you first learn how to ride a bike? ...Still learning...

When was the first time you had sex? Like a day or two after turning 18.

Did your first birthday have a theme to it? Not necessarily but my parents threw me a party at Jollibee, so it kinda had to be Jollibee-themed lol.

Layer 16: Lasts

Last person you texted: I don’t feel like checking because it was most definitely a work-related text and I don’t want to be reminded of work on a Sunday, but it was a media person.

Last drink you sipped: The last of my coffee.

Last time you rode a bike: Like, March last year when the pandemic had still been fresh and I thought I could use all the free time to finally learn how to ride a bike. Absolute clownery.

Last time you swam in a pool: August 2019.

Last person you hugged: Not sure. Angela, I think.

Layer 17: Favorites

Favorite Color: I think pastel pink is still taking the lead for me.

Favorite Season: We don’t have the usual four seasons, but I do have a liking for winter. It just seems very cozy for me.

Favorite Shape: I don’t have one.

Favorite Letter: Mmmmm, don’t really have one of these either.

Favorite Number: 4 or 7.

Layer 18: This or That

Pepsi or Coke? I don’t drink softdrinks.

Movies or Television? Movies, but I haven’t really been watching much of either recently.

Phone or Tablet? Phone. Haven’t used a tablet in yearrrrrsssssss.

Fruits or Vegetables? Veggies. Hate fruits.

Animals or Humans? I think I like both an equal amount.

Layer 19: Which

Which Poke’mon is your favorite? Chikorita.

Which day of the week is your favorite? Friday, because of course.

Which birthday celebration was the most memorable for you? My 18th, even though out of all the friends I celebrated my birthday with I only have one of them left in my life. I know I was happy during that time so I wouldn’t invalidate that experience for myself.

Which holiday is your favorite? Christmas, only for the sheer amount of food I get to have.

Which shoe do you put on first? I always switch it up, I’m pretty sure. I don’t have a particular habit.

Layer 20: Love Life/Relationships

What is the name of your first love? Gabie.

How many times can you honestly say you’ve been in love? Once.

Have you ever been in a relationship before that was abusive in any way? After being able to take a step back and analyzing it deeper, yes.

Have you ever been engaged or married before? Nope.

Do you have any children? I don’t.

Layer 21: Jobs, Dreams, & Goals

What did you want to be when you grew up (as a little kid)? I couldn’t decide among being an astronaut, firefighter, or veterinarian.

What do you aspire to be now? What interests you? I realized I wanted to be in the field of media and public relations, and that’s where I am now. I like being able to use my writing skills for something I find fun and fulfilling, instead of rotting away in a newsroom writing news I’m usually too sensitive for.

What is the most recent goal you’ve achieved? I got regularized! :)

What is a goal you are still striving to reach? A salary increase would be nice, and then a promotion down the road would also be awesome.

Have you ever won any sort of awards before? If so, for what? Sure. I was consistently on the honor roll in college and graduated with Latin honors, if those count as awards.

Layer 22: Opinions & Beliefs

Pro-life or pro-choice? Pro-choice.

Were you raised with any sort of religious background? If so, then what? Yesss, I was and am raised in a Catholic household. Weirdly enough my parents have grown more laidback in the last few years and my mom no longer berates us for not doing the sign of the cross when we pray before eating (my siblings have taken after me and refuse to do it as well). No idea what sparked that change but I’m just glad I never have to do gestures like that one anymore.

Democrat, Republican, or Independent? We don’t have the same parties here.

For or against the death penalty? This is a very complicated web and for reasons largely relevant to my country and the issues we have, I am mostly against it.

Thoughts on assisted suicide? I am ok with it as long as there is consent involved.

Layer 23: Currently/Today/Present

What day is it? It’s Sunday again, blegh.

What’s the weather like outside? Sunny.

What have you eaten? Just a Fudgee Bar so far but I’m having breakfast with my family in an hour or so.

Did you run any errands? Well it’s only 8:37 AM so not yet, but one or two might come up throughout the day.

What time is it? 8:38 now.

Layer 24: Yesterday

Did you have a work shift? No, I don’t work Saturdays.

Did you eat out anywhere? No :( I’ve wanted to for a while, though. Maybe I might today, actually – they’ve loosened up quarantine protocols so restaurants have opened up again. Let’s see if I’ll feel like driving today.

Was it snowing? It doesn’t snow here.

Who did you last say goodnight to? Cooper.

Did anything unusual happen? It rained and there was cold breeze during the evening.

Layer 25: Tomorrow

Do you have to go to school/class? No, but I do have to go to work.

Does this day have any sort of significance to you? May 24...I don’t think so. Nothing comes to mind.

What is a chore that needs to get done? My veeeeeeery long list of to-do tasks that I’m trying not to think about rn.

Will you hang out with friends? No chance of that happening.

What time will you be expected to be awake by? 9 AM.

Layer 26: Have You Ever

Performed a magic trick successfully? I don’t think so.

Sat or laid on a rooftop and looked at the stars? I’m at the rooftop all the time but I only occasionally lie down to look at the stars.

Walked around with your underwear on inside out or backwards all day without realizing it? Nope.

Touched a snake? Yep. I’ve had one wrapped around me before, too.

Been bitten by an animal? If so, what animal? Just by ants and mosquitoes.

Layer 27: School Life

Are preschool and kindergarten mandatory where you live? Not sure about mandatory but I’m pretty sure I’ve heard of people who went straight to first grade as kids, either because of advanced intelligence or financial limitations.

Were you or anyone you knew homeschooled? I have one set of cousins who are all homeschooled; and I also used to have classmates who eventually transferred out of my school to be homeschooled instead.

Did you attend public or private school? Private.

Were you bullied in school, popular, or somewhere in-between? I was a loner for the most part, but after befriending the popular groups in high school I kind of got dragged into that scene as well.

What is the highest level of education that you completed? Undergraduate degree.

Layer 28: Your Appearance

Eye Color: Dark brown/black.

Hair Color: Black.

Height: 5′1″.

Weight: A little under 100 lbs.

Do you have freckles, moles, beauty marks, or birthmarks - and where? I have moles on my right arm, under my jaw, near my left knee, and under my left boob. I have a birthmark behind my left shoulder.

Layer 29: Electronics, Internet, & Social Media

How much time do you spend on the internet per day? Hahahah yeesh, way to put me on the spot. I wanna say anywhere between 16-18 hours? I’m online the second I wake up until the moment I turn in for bed.

Which social media platforms do you belong to? Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, Tumblr.

When’s the last time you replaced the batteries in your television remote? 4975493875495743 years ago.

Are you more likely to stream movies and shows on your laptop, or cast them to your television? Laptop.

Do you have an e-reader, or do you prefer actual books? I don’t read regularly anymore, but I’ve never liked reading from a screen. I prefer a physical book as much as possible.

Layer 30: Are You

Are you still in school? No. I’m not opposed to grad school either, but it has to be a REALLY REALLY REALLY fucking great opportunity for me to sink my teeth into it. We’re talking getting accepted to grad school in like Spain or NYU; otherwise I wouldn’t take it.

Are you a member of the LGBTQ+ community? Yes.

Are you looking forward to anything coming soon? Festa month!

Are you dreading anything coming soon? Work tomorrow.

Are you gullible or naive? I can be both.

Layer 31: Does

Does your workplace make you feel like you can never take a day off without feeling guilty about it? Not at all. I’m really grateful they take vacation leaves seriously; we even have a Mental Health Break Day scheduled two Fridays from now. Purely a company thing.

Does someone currently hold the key to your heart? Kim Taehyung... :/

Does anyone out there hate you? Idk and I couldn’t give less of a shit if anyone does.

Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? No.

Does crying make you feel less strong? Nope. It took me a while to realize it, but acknowledging feelings and processing them is actually one of the strongest things you can do for yourself.

Layer 32: Would You

Do the Polar Bear Plunge? Idk what that is.

Ever try to walk across a room blindfolded? I’ve done it before, so sure.

Swim with sharks? As long as I’m surrounded with experts, yes.

Go into outer space, given the chance? In a heartbeat.

Go out in public, looking how you do right now? Nope.

Layer 33: Pets/Animals

Do you have any pets? If so, what type, and their names… Yesss. There’s Kimi who’s an aspin, and Cooper the beagle.

If not, what type of pet have you always wanted?

What is your favorite animal? Dogs and elephants :)

Do you think it is cruel to have circus animals? Yes, or having animals do tricks for show, in general. I always discourage my parents from booking tickets to animal theme parks when we plan vacations.

How often do you walk your dog, if you have one? How often do you scoop the litterbox, if you have a cat? Every week.

Layer 34: Food

What is your favorite breakfast item? Fried rice.

What is your favorite kind of dessert? Macarons and cheescake.

Do you eat all three meals everyday? Nah. I have one meal on weekdays, and two meals on some weekends.

What’s the longest you’ve gone without food? Around 24 hours.

What do you like to eat when you are feeling sick? Greasy things haha. If I’m feeling like death, might as well be having good food.

Layer 35: Past

Does your past ever come back to haunt you at times? Not really.

What is one of your favorite memories of the past? Spending my college years with the right people.

What is something that you used to do in the past, but no longer do? Harm myself.

If you could have a meal with someone from the past, who would it be, and what would you ask them? Audrey Hepburn, but I don’t really have a question for her. It would just be nice to get to spend a few minutes with her.

Which historical time period would you like to go back to and check out? Precolonial Philippines.

Layer 36: Future

Do you think you will ever get married one day? It’s definitely a lovely scenario to have but I’m really unsure about it at the moment just because there’s no one I have in mind and I have no plans to start dating around again soon.

Do you plan on ever getting a different job in the future, or are you happy with the one you’ve got? I’m happy with the one I have and I don’t see it changing any time soon.

What age do you plan to retire at? Or do you plan on working til you’re dead? Probably the latter haha.

What is something on your bucket list worth mentioning? Going to Wrestlemania.

If given the opportunity to see how your future plays out, would you take it, or no? Yes.

Layer 37: Hygiene

How often do you shower? Once daily. Twice if it’s stupidly hot during the day.

How often do you brush your teeth? Once or twice a day.

Do you actually iron any of your clothes? Mm, not really. But if I was planning on wear something that gets easily crumpled, I iron that in advance.

How often do you do laundry? I’m not in charge of laundry.

How long do you use a bath towel before switching it out? Around 1–2 weeks.

Layer 38: Clothing, Makeup, & Style

Do you wear nail polish? If so, how often do you paint your nails? Nah.

How would your describe your sense of style? I like sticking with trends as long as I feel comfortable in them.

Are there any popular trends that you do not find appealing? Just makeup in general.

Where do you typically buy your clothing from? Local small businesses or H&M.

What sorts of accessories do you wear/use? I don’t really invest in them, but I wanna start buying more headbands, bucket hats, and earrings.

Layer 39: Hobbies

Do you still color, even as an adult? Occasionally.

Do you/would you like to crochet, knit, cross-stitch, etc? Yeaaah I do embroidery but I’ve stopped for a while since finding other interests and hobbies to dabble in. I have no plans to ditch it completely though; I’ll come back to it when the time is right.

What’s the last thing you crafted all by yourself? Not sure.

Do you use Pinterest at all? Nope.

What’s the last thing that you cooked or baked? Lol.

Layer 40: Dislikes

List some of your pet peeves here. Driving slowly on lanes intended for overtaking; taking too much of my food; being subtle about asking for favors.

What are some things that annoy you about yourself? Easily punishing myself for mistakes, no matter how small; I also find that putting others first before myself 100% of the time can sometimes end up being an inconvenience for myself.

Is there anyone out there who you actually hate? Who? Nope.

What is a feeling that you dislike? “I should have done/said this.” Not sure what feeling this falls under (maybe helplessness?), but having these thoughts irritate me to no end especially if I can’t do anything about the situation.

Do you get some ugly road rage while driving? Yep.

Layer 41: Random

Have you ever successfully pogo’ed on a pogo stick? Nah, I’ve never even seen one in real life. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always been dying to try getting on one lol.

Have you ever mastered the jump rope? I wouldn’t say I’m a master, but I can do the basic jumps and last a long time doing them.

Do you know what it feels like to be truly happy? I don’t know if I’ve determined this already; I have a lot of years ahead of me and lots of experiences I’ve yet to go through.

Is it winter in your part of the world right now? No.

What’s your favorite type of survey, and why? Random ones or ones with categories, like this one.

Layer 42: Music

What are some of your favorite genres of music? Alternative, folk indie, punk rock, R&B...and BTS.

What are some music genres that you can’t stand? Country, screamo, techno.

If you had a blank pair of concert tickets, who would you hope to be going to see? Any one of my holy trinity: Paramore, Beyoncé, or BTS.

Do you still listen to music on the radio from time to time? Not anymore, come to think of it. I’m completely unaware of the Top 40 space right now, and have been for a while.

iTunes, Spotify, Pandora, Amazon Music, or YouTube? Spotify.

Layer 43: Books

What were some of your favorite books as a child? The Septimus Heap series and the Percy Jackson series.

What genre of books do you typically read most often? Memoirs.

What are some of your favorite books as an adult? I don’t read anymore.

What is a book that you were required to read for school that you actually enjoyed? Hands down, Without Seeing the Dawn. I remember fairly enjoying Charlotte’s Web and Number the Stars as well.

Do you read any newspapers or magazines anymore? No.

Layer 43: Around the World

Where’s the best place you’ve taken a vacation and/or day trip to? Jeju, South Korea; Bali, Indonesia; Palawan; Batanes; and Boracay.

Where is somewhere that you’d like to go someday, assuming you have the funds to do so? Seoul, South Korea.

Where do your family members originate from? Just Philippines.

What is your favorite type of ethnic cuisine? All Asian cuisines. Each of them is so unique and always has something new to discover.

What is something that is typically representative of your own culture? Jollibee? Hahaha.

Layer 44: Would you Rather…

Drink apple juice or grape juice? Apple.

Wear pants or shorts? Shorts, as much as possible.

Be taller or shorter? Taller.

Go to a zoo or an aquarium? Neither if possible.

Visit an art gallery or a museum? Museum.

Layer 45: Movies

Do you remember what the first movie was that you saw in theaters? Stuart Little 2 when I was 4.

What are some of your favorite movies you’ve seen? Two for the Road, Gone with the Wind, Roman Holiday, Revolutionary Road, Toy Story, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, and Room.

What genre of movie do you typically enjoy? Drama.

What is a movie you’ve seen that you weren’t expecting to like, but were pleasantly surprised? Requiem For A Dream, but maybe remove ‘pleasantly.’ Anomalisa is also a good answer for this.

How many movies do you own? Are they all DVD’s, or do you still have some VHS ones left? I just watch them on Netflix, haha.

Layer 46: Personality

Are you more of an introvert or an extrovert? I’m really more of an ambivert than anything else. I can deal with alone time and more social days equally well.

Are you more easygoing and laid back, or anal? Again, I can be both depending on the situation.

Are you kind to everyone who shows that they deserve kindness? Yes.

Describe your sense of humor. I can laugh over anything from dad jokes to crackhead memes.

Do you tend to over-share? Not really. I tend to have a good sense of how much I should share depending on the person/group I’m with.

Layer 47: Celebrities

Which celebrity has given their child the most unique name, in your opinion? I mean, Elon Musk and Grimes have to be up there, right? The Kardashians have also given their kids unique names, but I actually am a fan of them all.

Are there any celebrities that you keep tabs on/read articles about often? Nah, I’m past that part of my life lol. As obsessed as I am with BTS and as unavoidable rumors about their personal life are, I literally don’t care and just want them to have happy private lives. That’s one of the reasons why I know I’m truly in my 20s now hahaha.

Who is/are your celebrity crush(es)? Kim Taehyung, Hayley Williams, Kristen Stewart.

Have you ever personally met someone famous before? If so, then who? A lot of local celebrities and personalities since it came with the nature of my course.

Who is a celebrity that you’re getting tired of hearing about all the time? Ariana Grande and Taylor Swift.

Layer 48: Emotions

When was the last time you cried? Earlier, but they were happy tears.

What are some things that you’re afraid of? Big change, injections, drowning, sharp objects.

What is something small that makes you happy? Cold weather.

Who is the last person that you were angry with, and about what? My mom wrongfully blaming me for something I had very little to do with. Both my siblings are very sensitive and are never scolded, so I usually take the heat even for things I’m barely involved in. Such is the life of the eldest daughter in an Asian household, lmao.

Are you typically a shy or outgoing person? I’m always shy at first, but end up being perky and outgoing once warmed up.

Layer 49: Digging Deeper

What is your favorite alcoholic beverage? Mixed drinks.

How old were you when you got drunk for the first time? 18.

Do you smoke? Very rarely. I don’t want to make it a habit.

Have you ever taken and sent naked pictures of yourself? I have.

Have you ever done any drugs other than marijuana? If so, which ones? No.

Layer 50: Games

What are some of your favorite video games? Mario Kart, Resident Evil, and Legend of Zelda are some of my favorite series.

Do you have any computer games that you play regularly? I don’t play computer games.

What was your favorite board game, growing up? Scrabble.

How about your favorite card game? I also don’t play card games.

How good are you at solving puzzles? (such as a Rubik’s cube, word puzzles, or putting together a jigsaw puzzle) I don’t like puzzles.

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dreamylyfe-x · 4 years ago

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When do you think we could expect a Bound update? I'm so eager :)

Hey! I don’t want to be too optimistic, so I will probably have a better idea when the long weekend (easter is a long weekend in Canada) is over. I was hoping to get some stuff done tonight but I threw my keys down the recycling chute, so. Not much writing happened. And now I have to make banana bread for my tall and thin neighbour who acted as a human pipe cleaner to get them for me.

(Still mildly traumatized. You probably didn’t need to know that.)

ANYWAY! It’s a bit of a long one. I want to generally start having it come out twice a month starting with April.

So: Definitely after the weekend! But I did write a one-shot in the meantime if people are interested.

(Also, if anyone is concerned that Stages took time away from Bound -- Stages took time away from sleep. Also, it indicated that I can in fact still write fast sometimes, which is nice to know.)

#asks #my fic #bound #thank you for asking!

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yeojaa · 5 years ago

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SUGAR HIGH, chapter vi. (w. JJK)

You're not entirely sure when it happened, though you'd come to terms with it. You'd counted the days, waiting for the inevitable. You'd truly thought you'd be okay, but by the broken, half-beating thing in your chest - you knew you'd never really been prepared.

alt summary. You thought you’d known real love and maybe you had - it just wasn’t with who you thought.

pairing. jeon jungkook. mentions/involvement of ot7.

tags. angst, break up, post-break up, comfort, OT7, slow burn, friendship, moving on, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, emotional baggage, fluff, canon compliant, jeon jungkook is bad at feelings, jeon jungkook is a good friend, jeon jungkook is a sweetheart.

rating. general (for now?)

word count. ~2400

chapter 6. What You Wanted

If you need someone who can love you while he's gone, baby, you've got my number. When you realize it ain't him that's on your mind, baby, you've got my number.

For how much you love the song, he'd think you'd realize by now.

The scenery glides by, grey giving way to more grey. You've got a bucket hat pulled low over your head - one of Jungkook's, you think, or possibly Hoseok's - and AirPods shoved into your ears. Familiar melodies keep you company as you stare out the window.

Why do you feel so nervous?

It's silly, really. You've known them for years. Being around them is as easy as breathing and when they have you doubled over in a fit of laughter, it feels like home. There's something about the ease with which they'd accepted you into their lives, a complete comfort found in the twinkle of their eyes and shape of their mouths. It didn't matter that you saw them as often as you did your distant cousins (at least, nowadays). It was always easy.

It's because you're with him, you can practically hear Yejin's eye-roll.

You don't think she's wrong - you just don't want to think about the implications.

Because he's your best friend. Has been since you were seven and you were the new kid, all awkward limbs and poorly done hair. (Your father had tried - he really had.)

He's everything you could ever ask for, your hopes and dreams come to life like a pumpkin on a fairytale night. He's never asked for anything from you, except maybe the last bungeo-ppang. For more than half of your life, he's been a reassuring presence, a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold. Even when he was gone, he was there with a funny message, or a delivery, or most rare, a little Easter egg in a public tweet.

You would have given him anything he wanted, if he'd ever asked.

But he didn't, and that was okay. You didn't need him to want you back.

You just wanted to be there as he gleamed like the star he was, even if it meant dulling your own light a little bit. You didn't need to be his moon and stars, so long as he shone even brighter.

"What's that?" The boy with the big eyes and bigger smile is towering above you, shadow encompassing the little anthill you've made out of barely wet dirt and dredges of torn up grass.

Despite how skinny he is, he feels larger than life. Maybe it's the way he speaks to you like he's known you forever - as if you weren't the new girl halfway through the year, with a skirt that's not very well-ironed and a cowlick on the crown of your head. Or maybe it's because he's too focused on the thing he's actually interested in - little fish-shaped breads tucked into a crumpled brown bag.

It takes you a moment to answer, curiosity lining the furrow of your brow as you try to decipher the enigma that he is.

(It really isn't that deep but you're uncertain and shy and you think your answer might be the key to all of life's mysteries.)

"Bungeo-ppang," you finally answer. Your fist is digging into the bag before you have a chance to think better of it and then holding out one of the pastries to him. You grip it tightly, as if it's a piece of your heart you're hesitant to give it away.

Your father had painstakingly made them for you, just like your mother had.

"For me?" Somehow, the strange boy is surprised, fuzzy eyebrows disappearing into his mop of hair.

For a moment, you wonder if you should snatch your hand away. He's waited too long to take it. Now it's awkward and you're huffing a breath that puffs your bangs away from your hair. "If you don't want it--" You don't mean to grumble.

You'd just wanted to be nice.

"No, I do!" In the same breath, he's grabbing the offering and shoving it into his mouth. "I'm Jungkook," he explains around a mouthful of red bean and bread. When he smiles, his eyes nearly disappear, forced into little half moons by his soft, rounded cheeks.

Your hand's still outstretched - you're trying to process everything that's happened in a very short period of time - and he grabs it. He shakes once, twice, like he's seen his father do, but his hold is flimsy, lacking practice. Still, you grip his fingers with your own and shake just as vigorously. You look like you're about to have an arm wrestling match.

"I'm Soomi."

By the time you've navigated the complex - it somehow never gets easier - you're late. Or maybe it's because you spent a half an hour in the nearby Paris Baguette, debating what to pick up for the second time in less than twelve hours.

(Yes, you liked carbs. They also liked you, and the way you let them settle on your hips.)

Either way, you're finally there, bag of goodies carefully balanced against your hip and bottom lip gliding sharply through teeth. You knock once, pause, and follow up with three in quick succession.

It's your knock - so you think they won't be surprised.

But when the door flies open and there's arms wrapping around your waist, hoisting you off the ground as if you weight nothing, you can't help but shriek. The bag hooked around your elbow swings wildly, surely hitting your attacker in the head. He doesn't seem to mind, though, big brown eyes gleaming as he's all but dragging you backwards into the suddenly boisterous apartment. He doesn't even let you down before you feel another pair of arms swinging around you.

"What are you doing here!" Jimin's usual rasp is all but squealed into your back, his cheek pressed flush against the curve of your shoulder. It's nearly lost in the sound of the Taehyung's low rumble - he's so close you can count each individual eyelash, make out the faintest shadow of facial hair across his upper lip.

"What a nice surprise." But he doesn't sound very surprised at all.

"I told Jungkook I'd be coming by," you explain once the giggles have subsided, ebbing into breathless hiccups. Taehyung doesn't seem to mind, though, his arms still wrapped quite comfortably around the circle of your waist.

"He didn't tell us," Jimin chirps, a look of indignation marking his soft, pouty mouth.

"Jimin-ah, it was a surprise," Taehyung reassures as he spins on his heel, bare feet carrying him silently back the way he and Jimin had just come from. Back to the remaining gaggle of Bangtan Boys, all in various states of relaxation.

There's Seokjin, standing in the kitchen, handful of Honey Twists almost at his mouth. He looks like he's been struck by lightning when he realizes who Taehyung is carrying rather unceremoniously, a booming 'Soooooooomi!' leaping past the oncoming snacks.

There's Hoseok and Jungkook, sitting beside each other on the large, L-shaped couch. The former's face splits into his mega-watt smile and you're reminded of a child on Christmas day. It makes your heart flutter with affection before you're finding his face, one that's equal parts surprise and something else. You're not sure it's meant for you, though. But you do note the way his stare flickers down - to hands clasped across your back - and returns to your face, expression falling for an almost imperceptible moment. You'd have to ask him about that later.

Then there are two heads bobbing down the hallway together, one looking decidedly disheveled. Yoongi must've just woken up from a nap, if the creases in his cheek are an indication. On the other hand, Namjoon looks well-rested, the glasses he occasionally wears sliding down the bridge of his nose when he tosses you a welcoming grin.

At this point, you're keenly aware of the fact that you're still a foot off the ground, carefully balanced across a warm body.

"You can let me down now." Of course, Taehyung does so without further prompting, setting you back on solid ground. He flashes his trademark boxy smile, a golden retriever in human form, and retreats a respectful step back.

Turning your attention back to the boys, you cannot help but sing the next words, proudly displaying the presents you've brought along. "I've got dessert!"

It takes no time at all for the pastries to be devoured, each morsel disappearing like they'd never existed in the first place.

You were always surprised how much they could eat. It's like they were walking garbage disposals or black holes, voids of space where things went to die. (In reality, it's their demanding schedules and back-breaking practices that have thrown their metabolisms into overdrive. Lucky bastards.)

"Did you miss us?" Silk tickles your nose, strands of Jimin's soft blue-grey toned hair falling across your cheek. He's balanced on the arm of the couch, lissome frame contorted over yours in a way that looks uncomfortable but doesn't seem to cause him even an ounce of issue.

You can't help but roll your eyes, the motion guided by adoration as you meet his gaze. He really is so pretty. "More than I can explain."

He preens at this, though it comes as no surprise. After all, they were the family you'd chose (or rather, Jungkook had, which forced you along for the ride). He shifts, sleeves of his oversized cardigan dragging across his finger tips as he twines them through your hair.

"I thought you were blonde."

It comes without warning - crashing into you with sudden, surprising uncertainty. "It doesn't look good?"

"Of course it does." Jungkook's quicker from a few feet away where he's been relegated, stuck between cushion and Hoseok once again. He should've moved when he had the chance, taken up the seat that Taehyung currently occupies. He'd be the one feeling your frozen feet against his thigh, toes seeking warmth. You'd always run cold.

"You look good with any hair colour," Hoseok reassures, reaching across to mimic Jimin's actions. "Your last photo was blonde, though. It's just different."

You release a breath you hadn't been holding and you can't help feel a little silly.

Stop it.

"I had to colour it because no one looks as good as Jiminie with blonde hair." You coo and you swear he blushes three shades darker, from the tips of his ears to his Cupid's bow. It comes across teasing, salacious even, but there's nothing but cotton candy fluff and pastel-coloured candy hearts.

"Stop," he whines, rolling off the back of the couch and disappearing into the kitchen.

You'd known these boys so long that it was almost too easy to push their buttons. Then again, it meant they knew your weaknesses, too.

"How's Seunghoon-hyung?"

It's innocent, posed in good faith and wrapped up in baby's breath. You'd always chided them for not liking him so they made an effort - as much as they could. They'd ask how he was, inquire when they knew it was a special occasion (your birthday, Christmas, Pepero Day even). So you know it's with nothing but well-meaning that your heart shatters in your chest, crushed beneath the weight of a simple question.

They didn't know.

Before you can respond, come up with some poor excuse for why your vision is suddenly swimming and 'pardon me' as you surge to your feet, there's a hand on yours, holding you in place. Two hands, in fact, coming from opposite sides.

"They broke up," comes Taehyung matter-of-factly from your right, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over your wrist. He says it with no malice, no petulance - as if he'd commented on the weather.

From your left side, Jungkook remains uncharacteristically silent. If it weren't for the way he was holding your hand, cradling it between his two, you wouldn't even realize he's there. From the look on his face, you wonder if he'd rather not be. There's tension straining, nearly splitting a very carefully crafted facade.

"Are you okay?" It's meant for just the two of you, spoken like a secret as he meets your concerned stare.

"Yeah." There's the heartbreaking smile you love, offered just to you. "But only if you don't cry. If you do, I'm going to have to do something about that.

"I won't - promise." You're wiggling your pinky within his grasp, pouring all of your appreciation into your smile. He can still see the residual wetness in your eyes, the way they sparkle when you turn your attention away and back to the conversation at hand, but says nothing. "Taehyungie's right - we broke up." You don't mean for your voice to wobble but it does. You push forward. "It's okay, though. I'm okay."

If no one quite believes you, they give you the benefit of keeping it to themselves.

"His loss," Yoongi remarks from his spot on the floor, back pressed to the soft grey weave of the far loveseat. It's maybe the second time he's spoken since being so rudely woken from his nap. It's important that you hear this.

"Soomi-ah, it's okay. You have seven other handsome men to take care of you!" Everyone is laughing at the way Seokjin rounds the corner, chest-puffed out like he's some kind of tropical bird doing a bizarre mating dance. It's so cute you really could cry.

But because you made a promise to your best friend, you join in on the hilarity instead. "But Jin-oppa, who will keep me warm at night like him?"

Now they're all howling, even half-asleep Yoongi. Hoseok looks like he might have cracked a rib and Jimin's rolling on the floor, his face almost as scarlet as Jin's as the eldest begins sputtering.

They're so distracting you miss the way Jungkook stiffens at your side.

'I could keep you warm at night,' he thinks to himself before he has a chance to stop the rampant thoughts, keep them neatly tucked away beneath lock and key.

It's hard when you're so close and you look like every wish he's ever made.

And yet, you're not even paying attention to him, instead deeply satisfied as you hum with amusement. Glee vibrates out of your body like it's aching to escape your bones and find a new home in his chest. He'd let it, honestly. He'd crack his insides apart into dust if it meant somewhere for you to lay your head.

Jungkook supposes that's a good thing when you're leaning into Taehyung's side, the two of ribbing Seokjin like some sort of stand-up comedy special.

If that was him, everything out of his mouth would be about you.

notes. this was fun to write because the boys are all so cute and special in their own ways. i hope i did them justice and you enjoyed.

as always, thanks for reading. <3

#bts fluff #bts #bts fanfic #bts fic #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook x oc #work.zip #bestfriends.zip #sugarhigh.doc #jungkook.doc

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kingofdirtandnothing · 4 years ago

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@polyfacetious big ass Christmas Drabble Extravagaza: Day Nine

Frank spent a good five minutes down the decoration aisle, the last time that he was at the store. Most of the time, it was easy. He got whatever kind of sprinkles went with the season. Or he’d get something that was color coded to match the season. Reds and greens for the winter time, pine trees and snowflakes. Pastels for the spring, easter eggs and flowers. Browns and yellows for the fall, pumpkins and leaves.

It was the summer now. He didn’t need anything holiday specific. Bright, primary colors were what he focused on. They didn’t do the Fourth of July out here, it wasn’t like he needed red, white and blue.

But that didn’t stop him from spending minutes of his life standing in front of canisters of sprinkles, trying to find the one he wanted to use for Matt’s donut. Because it’s become a Thing, now. A way for him to say something he was too chickenshit to say out loud. And it’s not like Matt was looking at the sprinkles.

It was the easiest way to air his feelings out, the way the therapist said he was supposed to, without having to actually do anything about it. Frank got lucky when he fell ass over teakettle for a blind guy, though he was smart enough not to say any of that shit out loud.

In the end, Frank comes back with four containers of sprinkles, and a half assed idea about what to try next. There were mermaid sprinkles, all done up in shades of pink, purple and seafoam green. Those would sell well, especially this close to the ocean. Tourists like shit like that, and Frank had a feeling Aerith would get a kick out of it too.

Two others were basic summer colors, one in bright reds and yellows and blues that looked like shattered sea glass, and the other an old school mix that reminded Frank briefly of the way his ma used to decorate cakes back in the seventies, a wild mix of jimmies, nonpareils, and quins in about every color under the sun.

The last bottle, the one Frank was currently holding in his hand, was the one he bought for Matt, and Matt alone. “You’re a damn idiot.” It’s a murmur to himself, but it doesn’t stop Frank from putting the bottle down so that he can start working on the small batch of donuts that have been on his mind all day.

The cabinet out front was ready to go, bright lights and variety. There was usually something new in there every few weeks, but Frank knew what sold. Blueberry cake donuts for the boys in the bookshop, old school chocolate glazed for Peter and Eddie down at the bar. The kids at the florist shop were always down to try anything he made, the more wild the better. (He’d candied tulip petals once and put them on iced yeast donuts, and the two of them bought a dozen just for themselves.)

A little bit of each of those things meant he rarely had stuff go to waste. And when he did have a little bit of leftover, he could usually get Stark to buy them, because he liked to throw bread pudding on the menu at his place now and then.

The shop wouldn’t open for another few hours. It was still dark outside. That would hopefully give Frank enough time to get this damn thing figured out and fully frosted, so that by the time that Matt came in, Foggy under his feet and morning coffee from Magnus’ place in tow, he could actually like the damn things were out on display for everyone, and not just a sad sack’s attempt to put a little love in his baking.

Frank wasn’t stupid. Yeah, Matt was a looker, and yeah Frank had spent more than a few showers thinking about him. But it wasn’t that pretty mouth or those long fingered hands or the column of his throat that kept Frank up at night. It was the smokey glass sound of his laughter, and how quick he always was with a comeback. It was the way he said Frank’s name like he knew a secret.

This wasn’t lust that was making him dumb enough to buy special sprinkles just for a six pack batch of donuts. It was longing. And guys like Frank, they didn’t get happy endings. Not after what he did overseas. (Funny how he still thinks of it as ‘overseas’, like he was sitting back home in the city and not on a pretty little street corner near a beach somewhere in paradise.)

But damned if Matt didn’t make him think about it. What it’d be like to wake up in bed next to somebody that you cared about. And who didn’t fuck your next door neighbor when you were doing a tour of duty in the desert.

Sharing dinner with somebody. Sharing your silence with somebody.

The metal mixing bowl comes down from it’s spot on the shelf, and Frank starts with the dry ingredients. He sifts the flower, watching it float down into the bowl like a hard winter’s snow, coating the reflective surface inside. Next comes the baking powder and the salt, through the same sifter.

Then comes the eggs. The milk. The butter. The dough comes together easy, even with the flat whisk in hand instead of using the stand mixer. Frank wanted these to come out perfect, and he wasn’t fucking that up with a machine. Last is the bloomed yeast in warm water.

He turns the dough out to rise, and looks down at Misty, where she’s curled up on her bed by the back door. “You ready to go out?” Her ears shoot up, and by the time Frank has the leash in his hand, Misty is dancing from foot to foot. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

They take their walk nice and slow. The streets are quiet, in that time between when the bars close down and the breakfast places open up. The streetlights are globes of gold between pockets of darkness, and the only sound is Misty’s nails on the cobblestones.

Once Misty is back snuggled up in her bed, Frank turns his attention back to the dough. He rolls it out, getting his biscuit cutter out to get them to the right size, and leaves them to rise again while he works on the fillings.

See, this is where he got hung up. Frank wanted to do something special for Matt, without it being obvious he was doing something special. And Matt, God bless him, didn’t have the most refined palette. He’d eat Boston cream donuts every day if Frank let him.

So Berliners it was. Six fried yeast donuts, with six different fillings, because Frank was a glutton for punishment. Two sweet cream, because that was what Matt liked best. Two lemon cream, because the lemons were fresh and in season and you couldn’t throw a stone without somebody trying to sell them to you on a street corner and two with a dark chocolate ganache.

It was too damn rich, and real Berliners called for a jam filling, but this was Frank’s dumbass idea and he was going to do it his way.

Three bowls of filling lined up on the counter, with taste tests from him and Misty, and Frank gets his donuts in the oil. He’d do the rest of this morning’s batch once these were done. He wanted these done in fresh oil.

It gives the Berliners time to cool while he gets the rest of the morning’s display set up, and then Frank takes the six smaller donuts and cuts into them with a paring knife, filling them each to the brim with their filling. When they’re done, he dusts them with powdered sugar and moves them into a cardboard pastry box.

It’s only then that he stops, looks to the shelf, looks to the box, and then looks to Misty, who’s watching him with one eye open. “Misty.” Her tail thuds against the wall in a slow rhythm. “Why the hell did you let me buy sprinkles for a goddamn donut that isn’t iced, and you don’t put sprinkles on?”

The dog doesn’t lift her head. Frank is pretty sure she’s calling him a dumbass in her head, but she’s too polite to make it obvious.

Well there it was, the definition of how damn stupid he was for Matt Murdock. Stupid enough to spend ten dollars on sprinkles in pinks and yellows and blues, that he wasn’t even going to use on these donuts.

The bell over the door tinkles, and Frank looks up to see Matt, backlit by the soft pinks, yellows and blues of the rising sun that looked an awful damn lot like the sprinkles sitting useless in Frank’s kitchen right now.

“Black coffee. Two sugars.” Matt shifts the cardboard container holding both of their drinks to his other hand so that he can feel out the counter before he runs his fingers along the sleeve on the cups. Magnus must have done something to tell them apart, because Matt feels something and offers the cup over to Frank, smiling.

“Thanks, Red. Have a seat, I’ll get you something out.” He hears a wry ‘sir, yes sir’ behind him, though how the hell he hears it over the beating of his heart is beyond him. Just like he knows that the pain in his ass is flipping a sarcastic little salute behind his back. A bad one, too. He’s shown the son of a bitch how to do it right before, now Matt was just doing it to get on his nerves. “I saw that!” He calls behind him, not bothering to fight his smile. Frank flips his judgemental dog the bird where she lays, watching him and grabs the small pastry box. Now or never. And he put hours into these damn things. It was now.

“I’m trying something new.” The swinging door to the kitchen catches him on the ass on the way out. Frank puts the pastry box down on the table he’s come to think of as Matt’s, and drops to a crouch so that he can offer a leftover piece of fried dough to Foggy. Even working dogs needed breakfast.

“Berliners. They’re real popular in…” Berlin, you damn fool. The name got the point across pretty clearly. “Chile.” They were, actually. But it’s pretty fucking obvious by the quirk of Matt’s mouth that he knows that Frank wasn’t thinking about Chile when he started talking. “Thought you might give them a try and see if they’re worth putting on the menu.”

They’re not actually that much work, compared to the hours he already puts in during the early morning. But it’s not about that. It’s about getting some kind of reaction out of Matt, and Frank is man enough to admit it.

“The two on the right are sweet cream filled. Two in the middle are lemon cream. The two on the right are a dark chocolate ganache.” Frank has to resist the itch in his legs to squirm, or move foot to foot. Matt makes a pleased sound low in his throat just at the mention of what was in the donuts and Frank feels it all the way down into his marrow. And other places a man didn’t talk about in polite company.

“And I want your honest damn opinion, Red. Not what you’d say to a friend who you’re trying to salvage their feelings. I want the review you’d give to somebody else if you never had to face me again. I wanna know if the filling is too sweet, or not sweet enough. If I cooked the damn things too long. I want ‘em to be perfect.”

I want them to be perfect for you, Matty. That’s the words he doesn’t say.

I want them to be perfect for you.

#ch: frank #polyfacetious | matt #v: expats row #queued #carlota's christmas drabbles

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bee-kathony · 5 years ago

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Kneading Love | Ch. 3 “Hot Buns”

a/n: thank you so much for reading! as always, thank you to @julesbeauchamp for the moodboard!

Chapter One | Chapter Two

April 17th, 1946

Weeks had passed since their picnic, but Jamie had thought of it nearly every day. He fell asleep at night picturing Claire in her bonny blue dress, and his hands itched with the feeling of her skin on his.

At work, Jamie was slower than usual and even Jenny noticed. His head was not on the dough in front of him, but imagining what it would be like to kiss Claire Beauchamp. They had seen each other in the village, but only in passing. Claire’s shop was taking all of her attention, and the bakery had an influx of orders.

Jamie was in the kitchen now, working on a brioche bread. He found that his mind instantly cleared whenever he was in the kitchen, hands deep in dough. As a young boy, he used to sit on the counter and watch his grandfather and father make all the bread. He was fascinated by the science of it, and how just a few minutes too soon or too long could completely change the texture of the bread.

He was thinking about his father whenever Jenny walked in with a vase of flowers.

“Where did ye get those?” Jamie asked, leaving his dough on the counter.

It was a beautiful assortment of flowers — white roses, purple Scottish thistles and heather with other bits of greenery. He knew where it’d come from, who it’d come from.

“Claire Beauchamp just dropped them off,” Jenny said and Jamie raced towards the door, hoping to catch her before she was gone.

“She’s left already!”

With no sight of the curly brown hair, Jamie walked defeatedly back into the kitchen. He wanted to see her badly, but the bakery was keeping him busy and by the looks of the bouquet before him, so was Claire’s shop.

“Tis a beautiful arrangement,” Jenny smiled. “I take it her garden is comin’ along quite nicely.”

“Aye,” Jamie said quietly and touched the petal of one of the white roses.

Jenny smacked him on the side of the arm and Jamie jumped, staring down at his ferocious sister.

“What’d ye do that for, Janet?!”

“Because yer a wee numptie, that’s why!” Jenny scoffed. “If ye are goin’ to mope around this bakery all the live long day, then I won’t be here to see it. I ken ye have feelin’s for the lassie.”

“What?” Jamie blinked. “We’ve only had a few conversations.”

Jenny rolled her eyes, “Sure, but she’s sent ye flowers and ye’ve been sendin’ her bread of no charge these past weeks. I reckon ye both have feelin’s for each other, but don’t know how to go about saying it!”

“Maybe yer right,” Jamie said under his breath and leaned against the counter, catching a whiff of the flowers.

“I ken I’m right, James Fraser,” Jenny smirked. “I always am.”

“So, what should I do then?”

“Ye should go and talk to her, Christ, do anythin’!” Jenny begged him. “I dinna think I can stand bein’ here much longer if all yer goin’ to do is wallow.”

Making up his mind, Jamie crossed the room and found a pad of paper and a pen. He wrote a short note, asking Claire to come to the bakery tomorrow. “I’ll drop it off at her place tonight when we walk home.”

“That’s a step,” Jenny nodded and feeling her job was done, went back to the storefront, leaving Jamie on his own.

With Good Friday in just two days, Jamie knew exactly what he wanted to bake with Claire — that is, if she had time to come tomorrow. Hot Cross Buns were the traditional baked good and they always sold loads over the Easter weekend. Tomorrow he would be in the kitchen all day, but hopefully Claire would be willing to help and keep him company.

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When Claire woke the next morning, the last thing she expected to find when she went downstairs was a piece of paper that had been pushed under the door.

Claire’s stomach did somersaults as she read it.

“Meet me at the bakery for your first lesson… J.F.”

Her shop had been taking all of her attention, so she thought at least for today, it could be put on the back burner. While she was anxious to open her shop — which would be happening in two weeks — she desperately wanted to spend time with Jamie.

Claire went into the small tiled bathroom to assess the damage. Her hair looked like a bird’s nest, but that wasn’t new. She piled it on top of her head in a loose bun, tugging on small curls near her face to fall free. Normally, she could care less about her appearance, but she wanted to look nice today.

“He’s just a man,” Claire said to herself in the mirror as she powdered her nose for the second time. Sure, he was just a man, but a very attractive, kind and lovely man.

She was surprised with herself, with her feelings for Jamie. There was only one time during the war that she felt remotely this way, and that had been with one of the officers, Frank Randall. He had charmed her and dined with her one evening that ended up being the night she lost her virginity. Claire thought she was in love with him, but when she woke up the next morning, the man was gone without a trace. She’d been broken, and alone, lying there wondering what she’d done wrong. Mostly, she blamed her inexperience, but she also blamed her naiveté.

Claire was wiser and older now, and had learned to practice patience when it came to love. Perhaps that’s why she was taking things with Jamie so slow. So slow that she had almost been avoiding him for fear that she would pounce on him when she had the chance or worse, mess up a perfectly good friendship.

Even now as she rode her bike to the bakery, her hands were sweaty and her stomach fluttered with butterflies at the mere thought of seeing him. He might be just a man, but he was a man Claire was falling in love with every passing day.

There was a sign that read “Closed” as she walked up to the door. Jamie had told her to meet here though so she tried the door and it opened with ease. The bell rang as she entered an empty shop.

“Is that ye, Jenny?” Jamie’s voice came from the kitchen. “Did ye go all the way to Glasgow to deliver the parcel?” He said with humor in his voice.

Claire walked behind the counter and towards the kitchen. “It isn’t Jenny,” she said, “It’s me… Claire.”

He turned quickly, nearly dropping the ball of dough in his hands on the floor at the sight of her.

“Och, of course,” he grinned broadly. “To be honest, I wasna sure ye’d show up.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Claire asked, tucking a stray wisp of hair behind her ear.

“Perhaps ye had a flower emergency,” Jamie chuckled. “Anyways, I’m glad ye came. Jenny is out on a delivery and as ye saw we’re closed for today. We have to make a lot of hot cross buns for this weekend.”

“Oh, I love those!” Claire smiled and walked further into the kitchen. Now that he mentioned it, she could smell the fresh baked buns that were sitting out to cool. “Is that what you’re going to teach me today?”

“Aye,” he plopped the dough on the counter. “Lots and lots of it. Come here.”

She took a tentative step towards him and faced the counter. “You should just know now that I’m not very skilled in the kitchen. So, don’t blame me when this batch comes out very poorly.”

“Well, it won’t come out poorly, Sassenach,” Jamie grinned. “That’s what I’m here for.”

He stood beside her and began to knead the dough in front of him, moving his hands back and forth. Claire watched the muscles in his arms flex with every push and pull of the dough. Her mouth was watering, but not because of the bread.

“Do your arms every get tired from doing that all day long?” She asked.

“Aye,” he nodded. “By the end of the day, I’m fair loused — tired that is. Would ye wanna try?”

“Sure,” Claire nodded and reached for the dough in front of Jamie.

“First, cover yer wee hands wi’ a bit of flour so they dinna stick to the dough,” he said and picked up a small handful of dough before rubbing his hands over hers. “Then ye just move yer hands like I did for a few minutes until it isna so sticky.”

“Like this?” Claire asked, pressing her hands gently into the dough.

“A wee bit firmer,” Jamie said and stepped behind her, wrapping his arms over her to touch the dough. “Like this, ye ken.”

Jamie had massive hands, and he pressed them over hers into the dough, showing her how to knead it. He was all too aware of how close his body was to hers at the moment and he hoped she couldn’t hear how rapidly his heart was beating. Their hands began in a sort of dance, firmly moving the dough together. It took all of his self control to not lean down and place a kiss to the back of her neck where he could see a small freckle.

“I think I’m getting the hang of it,” Claire said a moment later.

“Aye,” he cleared his throat. “It’s lookin’ bonny enough to eat!”

“Not before we cook it,” she laughed. “I don’t know how I feel about eating raw dough.”

“Trust me,” he chuckled. “It doesna taste too good.” They continued to knead the dough until it was ready. “Alright, now we’ll cover that dough and let it rise for about an hour.”

“Great,” Claire said and took her hands off the dough. Jamie’s arms were still wrapped around her and she was unable to move. Sensing this, he took a step back and reached for a towel to wipe his hands on. “Do we need to make more dough while this rises?”

“Aye,” Jamie nodded. “Now I can teach ye from the beginning. Ye walked in right in the middle.”

Jamie pulled out another large bowl and began to explain to Claire what ingredients they would be using. It wasn’t very complicated, but it took precision. Too much yeast and the bread might rise too quickly and then collapse in the oven. Too much kneading and the buns would be hard as rocks. Baking was a science, and Jamie was thrilled to be sharing it with Claire now.

As he instructed her with the ingredients, letting her pour each one into the bowl, he couldn’t stop watching her. Seeing how she bit her bottom lip in concentration as she measured out the salt, and then looked to him for confirmation. Seeing how her face would light up as the ingredients became a proper mixture.

“Surely we don’t need all these raisins?” She asked, scooping out a small handful to eat before Jamie poured in the rest.

When it came time to knead this mixture of dough, Jamie told himself he would let her do it. That there was no reason for him to show her how again, so he was surprised when it was Claire that asked him for help.

“Can you remind me how to do it?”

“Hmm?” He blinked, having been lost in his thoughts.

Claire laughed, and pressed a flour covered hand to her cheek leaving a print. “Can you show me again?”

“Of course, Sassenach,” Jamie grinned and came to stand behind her. She was so small and fit perfectly against his chest. The urge to touch her was strong, but he settled for simply her hands. “Like this, aye?”

They kneaded the dough together again, only this time slower. Claire kept turning her head to look back up at him. Jamie’s hands stopped and then so did hers as they stared into each other’s eyes.

“Ye’ve a wee bit of flour on yer cheek, a nighean,” Jamie pointed out, his finger brushing against her face.

“Do I?” She turned in his arms until she was facing him, her back to the counter. Jamie’s heart was beating so fast he thought it might actually burst.

He cupped her face, his thumb rubbing softly over her cheek until the flour was gone. Jamie was drowning in her whisky eyes, and then Claire wrapped her arms around his waist and he gladly surrendered to their depths.

“Claire,” he said softly. “I would verra much like to kiss ye. May I?”

“Yes,” she nodded, not able to contain the smile that spread across her lips. The very lips that Jamie kissed half a second later. Claire was intoxicated by him, the vanilla taste of his lips and the warmth of his hand on her cheek. For someone so strong and large, he was a very gentle man.

Her hands slid up along his back, feeling grooves that created a question as to how he got them. Before she could ask, however, his tongue parted her lips and pressed against hers. Claire melted like butter against his body, feeling limp and absolutely splendid.

She had never wanted someone as badly as she wanted him. It was there in that bakery that Claire fell for Jamie. And unbeknownst to her, Jamie was falling head over heels in love with her in that same moment.

His hand squeezed her waist, and his body pressed her up against the counter. Their breaths mingled, hot and quick. Jamie looked at her, a silent question between them and Claire nodded — she wanted this. He picked her up, setting her on the counter and stood between her legs.

“Oh God,” Jamie sighed. “Sassenach.”

“Jamie,” Claire said against his lips. She latched her hands into his curls, tugging slightly. Jamie’s hands rested on her bare knees and he began to push the material of her dress up her thighs, exposing the milky white of her skin.

Just then, the bell from the front door dinged. Jamie and Claire broke apart, both panting and looked to their right. Hopping down from the counter, Claire had just enough time to rearrange her dress before Jenny walked in.

“Oh, Claire!” She smiled. “Tis good to see ye again. Hopefully ye’ll come round more often.”

“Good to see ye too, Janet,” Jamie nearly scowled. Lord knows what would have happened next had she not walked in when she did.

“Yes,” Claire coughed and knew that her cheeks were a bright shade of red. “I think I’ll be visiting a lot more often. My shop opens in just two weeks!”

“Och, will it?” Jamie smiled. “Did ye need help wi’ the paintin’ still?”

“I do actually! That’s one of the last things and I just can’t seem to get myself to do,” she laughed. “You’re welcome to come and help too, Jenny.”

Jamie eyed his sister, willing her to turn down the offer.

“Paintin’ does sound like fun,” Jenny said and then saw Jamie’s look. “But, I dinna think I’ll be able to. I’m sure Jamie’s up for it, aren’t ye brother?”

“Always,” he grinned proudly. “Just let me know when,” he told Claire.

Jenny gave her brother a wink and then picked up a few envelopes on a nearby desk. “I’m headin’ home early to help Mam wi’ dinner, Jamie. Can ye lock up by yerself?”

“Aye,” he nodded. “We’ll just finish up here first.”

“Twas lovely to see ye again, Claire,” Jenny said and hugged her goodbye. “Please dinna be a stranger around here.”

Once Jenny was left, they both stood there quietly, not sure what to say after their recent encounter.

“So,” Claire said.

“I hope ye realize I would never ha’ done anythin’ here in the bakery,” Jamie said, feeling flustered. “I told myself I wouldna even kiss ye! But then ye looked so bonny wi’ the flour on yer cheek and —“

“It’s alright!” Claire laughed and took a step closer to him, sliding one hand around his waist. “I liked it.”

“Ye did?” One ruddy eyebrow raised.

“Very much,” she said through a smile. “And as much as I would have liked for Jenny to not have walked in when she did, I don’t think this counter would have been very comfortable.”

“Indeed,” Jamie blushed.

“I would appreciate your help with the painting,” Claire said looking up at him. “Would you be able to come by after the Easter holidays and help?”

Jamie wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “Aye, Sassenach.”

Claire stood up on her toes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away. “We’d better get back to baking if you’re going to make it home for dinner in time.”

“Well, how about ye come home wi’ me for dinner?” Jamie asked as he picked up the dough they had been working on earlier.

“And meet your mother?” Claire’s eyes went wide.

“Och, aye,” Jamie grinned. “Ye’ve lived here almost two months, Sassenach. My mam’s dyin’ to meet the wee lassie wi’ the garden shop.”

There was no time like the present, and if she was honest with herself, Claire had been wondering about the woman that raised Jamie. What was she like? Would she approve of Claire?

“Sure then,” Claire agreed. “I just wish I’d worn something better to meet your mother in.”

“She’ll love ye,” Jamie cupped her cheek. “Ye look bonny, Claire. Just bonny.”

#kneading love #outlander fanfic #jamie x claire #jamie fraser #claire fraser #claire beauchamp #outlander #outlander fanfiction #chapter three #hot buns ooo wait im not tagging this as that lmaooo

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WHY you shouldn’t feed these 10 foods to your dog

Dogs might think they’re human, but their physiology is not like ours. Humans might eat a wide variety of foods with little concern, but there are some very common human foods which you should not feed to your canine companion. You’ve probably seen the foods on this list before, but this is WHY these foods should not be fed to dogs.

Chocolate, Theobromine and Caffeine:

Everybody’s heard that chocolate is bad for dogs, and it’s true. Chocolate contains a compound called Theobromine. Theobromine is a type of compound called a methylxanthine, and another methylxanthine you might be more familiar with is caffeine. We know quite a lot about these compounds, as humans use them both medicinally and recreationally. The long version is that they all inhibit phosphodiesterase and antagonise adenosine receptors. The short version is that they increase muscle activity, including the heart, and stimulate the central nervous system.

This presents as dogs that have fast and irregular heart rates, high body temperatures and increased muscle activity that can progress to seizures.

It takes a reasonable amount of chocolate to poison a dog. One M&M isn’t going to do it. For a 35kg dog it’s going to take at least 3500mg of theobromine, which is about 5kg of typical milk chocolate. But only 1.2kg of dark chocolate or 600g of cooking chocolate, which is possible.

A 10kg dog needs much less. 1.5kg of milk chocolate would do it, which is only about 3 large Easter Bunnies, or 300g of dark chocolate, which is one packet from the cooking isle.

Chocolate is super tasty, dogs will absolutely gorge themselves on all chocolate available, so it’s not too difficult to poison smaller dogs with it.

And even if you get the dog through the toxicity, the high fat content of chocolate can go on to cause other gastrointestinal problems.

Onions & Garlic:

Yes, I said onions AND garlic. All allium species contain the same potentially toxic compounds, whether raw or cooked. That goes for spring onions too, it’s just really difficult to convince a dog to eat enough of them to be poisoned. These plants cause a Heinz body anaemia by inducing oxidative damage to the surface of the red blood cells, and for some reason breeds of Japanese origin like the Akita and Shiba Inu seem particularly prone to this toxicity.

It usually takes 10 to 15g per kg of body weight to poison a dog, but those breeds can be affected by as little as 5g per kilo. So for a big, 35kg dog, that’s about three medium sized onions.

Poisoning can happen all in one go, or it can happen by eating small amounts over a longer period of time, which is why it’s infuriating to see garlic being suggested as a natural remedy for things.

Bad cases will have to be treated with a blood transfusion as there is no direct antidote. And for interest, there are other things that can cause Heinz body anaemia too, like zinc.

Macadamia nuts:

You know how everything in Australia has a reputation for being deadly? Well the Macadamia is the one native Australian plant that has successfully become a mainstream agricultural crop. And it’s poisonous to dogs. Legitimately, for some weird reason Macadamia nuts cause progressive paralysis in dogs. We don’t know what the active toxin is, but we do know it’s present in both raw and cooked nuts, and as little as 5 nuts can cause paralysis in a 20kg dog. Sometimes the dogs develop vomiting and joint swelling in addition to paralysis, but most recover well with supportive treatment.

Grapes, Raisins and Sultanas:

This is another weird toxin when it comes to dogs, and it’s especially weird in that we don’t know what the toxic compound actually is. Grapes, raisins, sultanas and foods that contain them can cause idiosyncratic (unpredictable) reactions which result in kidney failure by ischaemic injury (lack of blood flow). It’s completely unpredictable which dogs will develop the reaction, and it’s independent of dose with as little at 10 grapes causing the toxicity.

In addition to being unpredictable, you really don’t want to mess around with it. Grape toxicity when it happens has approximately a 50% mortality rate.

Yeast dough:

A dog can absolutely eat cooked bread, but raw dough with yeast in it to make it rise presents some interesting problems. First is that the fermenting yeast produces ethanol, which can be toxic on its own. Second is that the yeast can and will continue to ferment inside the dog’s stomach where it’s nice and warm. This produces more ethanol, but can also cause bloating and the sticky dough is very difficult to remove by vomiting.

Chewing gum and Xylitol:

Xylitol is a sugar substitute used in many ‘sugar free’ products, of which chewing gum is the most common, but more and more foods contain it these days. It’s found naturally in many plants such as berries, but ingesting a large amount of it, about 75mg per kg, will cause profound hypoglycemia. Larger doses can also cause liver failure, and it’s only about 50:50 whether treated dogs will survive that. Dogs with hypoglycemia can look drunk with symptoms like vomiting and difficulty walking.

For a 35kg dog, 10 to 15 pieces of sugar free gum could cause this toxicity, and they will happily eat the entire packet if given the chance.

Alcohol (ethanol):

While humans indulge in this recreational plant toxin, we have spent a considerable amount of our history adapting to its use and some human populations have evolved a higher tolerance than others. Dogs have not done this, but they will consume it either in alcoholic beverages that humans give them for a laugh, or by consuming rotting fruit that’s fallen off trees. Yeast dough can contain it too.

Signs are more or less what you would expect for a drunk dog - sleepy and wobbly, but can progress to low body temperature, metabolic acidosis and some will stop breathing.

The median lethal dose of alcohol for a dog is about 1 standard drink for 2kg of body weight, orally. That’s an average, but some dogs will be more severely affected than others, and complications can still occur at lower doses.

And remember, wine is made from grapes, which can and will cause unpredictable kidney failure, so that’s an extra No.

Stone Fruit:

The flesh of fruits like apricots, peaches and cherries are fine to feed in moderation, but it’s the large seed inside the fruit that causes most of the problems. These seeds do contain cyanide if cracked open, but the more common problem we see is not a toxicity, but gastrointestinal obstruction.

Some of these seeds are small enough to swallow, but large enough to cause a blockage either at the pylorus, where the stomach empties into the intestine, or in the small intestine itself. This will obviously vary with the size of the pip and the size of the dog. A cherry pit isn’t going to cause much drama, and a large dog like a labrador might poop out a series of peach pips, but a small dog like a terrier may not be so lucky.

Avocado:

Avocados deserve a special mention because not only are they a stone fruit with a large stone that would cause an obstruction in most dogs if eaten, the flesh of the fruit also contains a toxin caused persin. Persin is very toxic to some species of birds and herbivores and will cause inflammation, swelling and cardiac arrhythmias. In dogs, it would be unlikely to see more than vomiting from this toxin. However, avocado is also relatively high in fat for a fruit, and fatty foods are also not ideal to feed most dogs and cats.

Fatty Foods:

The most common reason for me to see gastroenteritis in the vet clinic is a dog eating too much fatty food, but it will also potentially cause pancreatitis and that’s even more of a concern. We can tolerate dogs with some diarrhoea or a single vomit after eating something unusual - even humans do that sometimes - but pancreatitis will cause significant pain as well as nausea, and can progress to sepsis, disseminated intravascular coagulation, diabetes or death.

Dogs vary in terms of how much fat they can handle in their diet, with some being much more sensitive than others, and this sensitivity usually increases with age. For most dogs, moderation is the key, not gorging on fatty scraps that the humans didn’t want to eat or barbeque leftovers.

So now you know why these foods aren’t recommended for dogs. We’re not just saying it for no reason, even for the unexpected ones like grapes and macadamias.

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#veterinarian #vet #pet care #dogs #dog #poison study #toxicology #feeding pets #human food

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