#Fondue or Die

[jolieeason]

WWW Wednesday: August 28th, 2024

WWW Wednesday is a weekly meme Sam hosts at Taking on a World of Words. The Three Ws are: What are you currently reading? What did you recently finish reading? What do you think you’ll read next? Here is what I am currently reading, recently finished, and plan to read from Thursday to Wednesday. Let me know if you have read or are planning on reading any of these books!! Happy…

[woso-dreamzzz]

Playing Favourites III

Arsenal Women x Child!Reader

Summary: The annual Arsenal Christmas video

"Hi everyone," Leah says to the camera," I'm Leah Williamson and I just want to say, sorry, Mum. I know you told me not to let her do this before Christmas day, but I'm here with the youngest member of our squad and...What are we doing today, bean?"

You sit in the middle of a little half-circle of the Arsenal girls with a little sack in front of you. There's a Santa hat on your head and you're holding the sack like you're scared it will float away.

"Presents!" You cheer. "I'm like Santa!"

"You are like Santa," Leah says, smiling at the camera," So we've got our own Santa here at Arsenal and she's going to close her eyes, spin around and give everyone their Christmas gifts. Ready, bean?"

"Ready!"

You close your eyes nice and tight, spin around and aimlessly wander to your left. Arms clamp around your waist and you open your eyes to see Teyah and Lessi.

You beam and reach into your sack. "For you!" You give them both their gifts.

"Top trumps!" Teyah says triumphantly as Lessi pries her Michael Jordan Funko Pop out of the package.

"I'm gonna put this in my locker."

You close your eyes again, squeezing them tight as Lessi helps you spin. You go straight this time and fall into the laps of Noelle and Cloe.

Cloe ends up with the 100 pics riddle game and Noelle gets a fondue thing. They both seem especially happy and Noelle ruffles your hair.

"I'll have to bring you round for fondue, bean."

You don't know what fondue is but you think it's food so you're happy to go.

Next up is Lina and Stina - who catches you when you stumble - and they get a little teddy bear and a tree ornament of Stina kissing the trophy.

"You gotta put it on the tree," You say to her as she laughs at the picture," Because that's what it's for." You turn to Lina. "And have to give your bear cuddles. Teddies die without cuddles."

Caitlin and Vic are next and you get a picture on Vic's new camera with the three of you and Caitlin wearing her new Arsenal beanie.

You fall onto Viv on the next round and giggle hysterically as your favourite Lia moves to tickle you. You give her her gift first which ends up being big plastic things to pick up leaves with. Frida gets a special ornament with a picture of her scoring.

Viv gets a nice jumper with her and Beth on.

"You gotta wear it to the next game!" You say.

Viv laughs. "Maybe I will."

Gio and Kim follow them and you sit in Kim's lap as Gio unwraps the blue Arsenal bag that's meant to sit on her hips. Kim laughs in embarrassment as she gets a mug that proclaims her as the best captain ever and has an arrow that points at her when she drinks from it.

Laura catches you on the next round when you misstep on Kathrine's ankle.

Laia lets you have some of the Spanish gift she gets. It's kind of like nougat but it's got nuts in it and you're not too sure that you like the texture.

Kathrine gets socks (you always end up with socks in your stocking) and Laura gets a snow globe with a picture of her only goal in it.

Laia and Kathrine both help you do your spins and the next person you fall into is your sister.

She hugs you tight around the waist as you balance on her lap while digging through the bag. Her gift is one of the longer ones and it takes you a little bit to get it out of your sack.

You sit down properly when she leans forward to open it, bursting into laughter when it's revealed to be a keyboard.

"I'll teach you, bean," She says, pressing a few of the keys," Won't that be fun?"

"I don't have to do everything you do," You say a bit condescendingly but you're smiling so Leah knows how you really feel, pinching at your cheek.

"Off you go, bean," She says," You've got more presents to give out."

She spins you around so much that you basically crash into Jen and Beth.

Jen ends up with a book of Christmas carols for the guitar while Beth gets the same jumper as Viv just in a different colour.

"That's you and Viv," You tell her.

"Yeah, bean! That's me and Vivi!"

Naomi gets her gift next, a book of very unfunny dad jokes that you only laugh at so she doesn't feel sad that she's not funny at all.

Manu, Kyra and Steph come next.

Manu gets a picture of the goalkeeper union while Kyra gets a packet of Tim Tams that she lets you eat two from.

"It's a jumper for Calvin!" You exclaim when Steph unwraps her own present.

She looks ecstatic and she swears that she'll send a picture of Calvin wearing it to Leah's phone for you to see.

The last person to get her gift is Katie. She looks confused for a moment as she unwraps it before a smile splits her face.

"It's a luxury cat advent calendar," She says.

"For Cooper!" You say.

"That is class. He's gonna love that."

She pulls you in for a hug before letting you plop yourself back on your sister's lap.

She covers your eyes for the last time as someone places the last gift on your lap.

You rip open the packaging and squeal when you reveal an Arsenal jersey. It's got your favourite number on the back and instead of Williamson like all of Leah's jerseys, it's got the words 'The Boss' on the back.

You pull it over your head with help from your sister and she nudges you up to wave and smile at the cameras.

"Do you remember what to say?" She prompts you.

"Merry Christmas, Gunners!"

[i-fondued]

YALL MY PHARMACIST WAS LIKE OH WE ASSUMED YOU WERENT GONNA MAKE IT?? I WAS LIKE YOU DIDNT TELL ME NOT TO COME IN??

NOW THEY TELL ME THE OTHER TECH CALLED OUT AND ITS JUST ME AND A FLOATING RPH CLOSING?? MA'AM I DONT EVEN HAVE A LOG IN FOR THE REGISTER??? I HAVE BARELY TRAINED ON THIS AND I ONLY SORT OF REMEMBER HOW DO TO THIS?? HOW AM I GONNA MANAGE THIS??? WHYYYYY

Masshole Mutuals who work not remote; how are y'll fairing in the blizzard cause my ass almost died on 495 trying to get to my second job 🙃

[official-die-hauptstadt]

Kann ich mal in die runde fragen ob irge dwer hier weiß wo ich fondue schokolade herkriege?

[imagineredwood]

3. Roses 🌹

Summary: Miguel always spoils you, but especially on Valentine’s Day.

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x female reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI Sexual content. CONSENSUAL drunken sex,

Word count: 1.2K

A/n: I know these were supposed to be drabbles but my fingers had a kind of their own and kept typing 🤐

“Jesus. How much did this cost??”

You looked over at Miguel incredulously, still in shock by the what looked like hundreds of roses all bunched together neatly in the round case. The bright scarlet petals were dusted with a gold shimmer on the very tips, something that made the arrangement look even more expensive. Loose petals scattered on the tile leading out to the pool. Miguel grinned, his hand coming to snake around your waist as he kissed the very tip of your nose.

“Don’t worry about that. You’re priceless, and your gifts should be priceless. I have much more set up for us.”

With that, he squeezed your side gently, ushering you to follow the petals. You walked behind the trail out to the pool, finding that the usual warm white lights that were strung up were now in soft shades of pink, the entire backyard having a pale pink hue. The table was set up elegantly, an ice bucket right in front with chilled bottles of your favorite champagne and wine. A long charcuterie board with all your favorite cheeses and fruits, candied jams and specialty nuts. A tray of glistening chocolate covered strawberries sat off to the left, some with drizzles over top and others with sprinkles. There was a fondue machine towards the back and Miguel motioned over to the side where the outdoor kitchen was, two chefs moving around silently as they cooked.

“The main course will be done in half hour. Sit down and let me pour you a drink.”

You smiled, smoothing your hands over the back of the dress Miguel had picked out for you to wear and took a seat. He held up a wine glass and a flute, letting you choose which you wanted first, pouring one for you and one for him before he came to sit down beside you. He held out your glass and you took it, your mouth curling into a smile as you took a sip. Miguel’s smile mirrored yours, always loving to see you enjoy something, regardless of what it was.

“Good?”

“Great.”

“Only the best for my girl.”

Your eyes crinkled in the corners as you settled into his side, his hand coming to rest on the knee of your leg that was peeking out through the slit in your dress.

You both drank and ate and talked and laughed, well once the table was nearly empty and everyone save for the guards had gone home. You were both tipsy and giggly, as well as touchy. The wine and champagne had made you feel flushed, but Miguel’s wandering hands the entire night had served to do the same despite the soft chill of the night air. You swallowed down the last of the wine in your glass, eyes glazed as you looked at your husband.

“You always treat me so well. You spoil me.”

The cartel leader smiled softly, hand leaving your thigh to instead gently take hold of your chin.

“You deserve all of this and more.”

It was true. He viewed you as if you had been the one to hang the moon and all of the stars in the sky. You were everything to him. The only woman for him. People had said that once he was married, the novelty would die down. That you both would get comfortable, and the spark would dwindle. ‘Happens to every marriage at some point.’ People said. And Miguel was determined to make sure that didn’t ever happen to the two of you. So, he made it a point to always shower you in love, attention, affection, and gifts, never wanting the honeymoon phase to go away. And so far he had been successful, much to your appeasement.

Your eyes fluttered in your tipsy state, lashes heavy and seductive as you looked at him, a perfectly manicured finger running down the buttons of his white shirt.

“Maybe we could take a shower now.”

Miguel nodded, hand reaching for yours so he could bring it up to his lips, pressing an adoring kiss to your knuckles.

“That sounds like a great idea, mi amor.”

You were both up and off then, gaits a bit messy from the alcohol, giggles and snickers being shared amongst the two of you as you bumped into walls and corners in your haste to get upstairs. By the time you had, you both were sure there’d be slight bruises to your hips from all the edges you wandered into. That was the last thing on your mind though as you both stumbled into the bathroom, lips locked, hands wandering. It didn’t take long for your dress to be unzipped and discarded, Miguel’s button up tossed somewhere over in the corner. Your mouths were messy, hands even messier. A few bumped teeth and bent back thumbs earning laughs from the two of you.

The giggles remained even when he was inside of you, the air light and fun. When he pinched his finger putting you up on the counter. When you threw your head back and knocked it against the mirror. Miguel’s life was dangerous, as was yours by default, so carefree moments like this were what made it all worth it. It was the coil in your stomach that brought about more seriousness as you clung to him, legs locked around his waist as he pounded into you, the vase on the counter wobbling and rocking slightly

“God, you feel so good, Miguel.”

He grunted, cock twitching within you at your praise.

“So perfect. Just for me.”

He cursed, willing himself to hold back, never liking to be the one to come first. Granted, he had already made you come twice, once with his fingers and another with his mouth, but he still wanted you to be the one to come first. Your words weren’t going to make it easy for him though.

“You always know how to get me, preciosa.”

You laughed, Miguel shuddering as your walls clenched and tightened with your chuckling.

“Fuck, stop that.”

His words only served to make you laugh more, your drunken brain not able to understand.

“Stop what? I thought you liked my laugh. You always said it was cute.”

He nodded, a small laugh of his own leaking out.

“I do. And it is. But not when I’m trying not to come.”

It clicked then and Miguel shook his head as your lips formed an O, now understanding.

“My apologies.”

You had meant to stop laughing. Truly, you had. But now you had the giggles, and they didn’t seem to be going anywhere or stopping any time soon. So, you laughed, and laughed more at Miguel’s clenched jaw, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead as he struggled, cursing as he spilled within you. Your giggles died down as he settled, your eyes enamored as they looked at him with not an ounce of disappointment, only love.

“Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

Miguel nodded, understanding.

“Yeah, yeah. You owe me one.”

At that you quirked a brow, leaning up to tease him.

“I’d think you owe me one, actually.”

With a shake of his head, Miguel pulled out and nodded, a worryingly mischievous look in his eye as he agreed then sunk down to his knees before you, his breath chilling the mess that was spread over your lips and inner thighs.

“You’re absolutely right.”

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[artyandink]

just like us .ᐟ.ᐟ

↳ SYNOPSIS: WES and BETTY, class of ‘78s hottest couple, now farming in a small town called smallville. seeing their baby girl grow up was a punch in the gut, especially since they were rather outgoing couple back in high school— well, at least their daughter’s more responsible than them. still, now that they’re old souls, everything seems so much… calmer, and now everything feels so much more dear to them, close to their hearts.

↳ PAIRING(S): wes x betty, clark x bonnie (implied)

↳ WARNINGS: implication of sex, reference to sex, suggestive contents, a little bit of spice, a couple that was meant to be together, old souls, hopeless romantics

↳ RADIO STATION:

↳ suburban legends by taylor swift

↳ die with a smile by lady gaga + bruno mars

↳ lover by taylor swift + shawn mendes

Wes’d gotten the fright of his life that morning when he’d seen Clark and Bonnie, his baby girl, lying in a cuddle-like position on his bed in the Kents’ barn— it’s safe to say that he almost got a heart attack. Of course, the only one that could possibly calm him from the prospect of his daughter growing up… was Betty.

“They were cuddlin’, baby. Cuddling.” Wes ran a hand over his face, scoffing— what if there was something going on between them? What would he do then? “What if they’re full on f—fuh—fonduing next?” The thought seemed to terrify him, judging by the stiffness in his shoulders, so Betty cupped his cheeks to do some damage control.

“Just a tad dramatic, you are, honey.” She chuckled, smiling, patting his cheek, “Guess we know where our babe gets that from, hm?” A kiss on the forehead seemed to soothe him, thank fuck. “She’s a big girl now, and Clark’s a very good boy.”

“Might sic Logan on him, sugar, just to be safe.” He muttered, pressing a couple kisses to Betty’s lips. “When were we like that, huh?”

Actually, all the time. Wes and Betty in their youth had not been strangers to a hot make out wherever counted as mildly secluded or private, or even getting piss-drunk until the crack of dawn and rocking sunglasses through the hangover the next day (and making out).

“Every day.” She snorted, then cupped his cheeks and looked into his eyes intently. “Ok, honey, if I offer you a lil’ somethin’-somethin’, will you promise to leave our Bonnie alone?”

The offer had Wes taking a quick once over of his wife’s body— oh, yeah, he could hit that right now. Tossing the towel to the side, he grinned and firmly smacked Betty’s ass with a kiss to her temple. “Go get your gorgeous ass in bed, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Ok, then.” She smacked his ass in return, earning a “woah” from him— see, this is why he married her, all the fire, the spunk, he loved it. It got him to follow her with his eyes and a lip caught between his teeth as she skipped upstairs like she did when they were younger and stupider.

God, that smile she flashed back at him took him back to the old days.

𝒇𝒊𝒏 ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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[voidsentprinces]

A person with a nut allergy said, "No it will kill, me."

A person with a shellfish allergy said, "No, it will kill, me."

A person with lactos intolerance said, "Fuck it, if I die, I die," Before popping a pill and swan diving into a fondue fountain.

[firstprince-ao3feed]

and i i i cant keep my hands off you

by luisasfalsegod “I hate you” Henry complains, but the pink blush that has risen in his cheeks gives him away. “Sure you do” Alex says, feeding Henry a chocolate dipped strawberry. “Fuck me that’s good” Henry moans, as he lets the sweetness envelop his taste buds. “Again, I was hoping we could eat something first. I promise to eat you after though” Alex says teasingly, a cocky grin forming on his lips. Henry truly can’t stand him. Or the one where Alex surprises his husband who’s been working way too much and deserves a break. Words: 3463, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Firstprince As Troye Sivan lyrics Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Fluff, Picnic, feeding each other, Making Out, Mild Sexual Content, mostly implied - Freeform, some not, domestic husbands, Married Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, champagne kisses, Chocolate Fondue, Tooth Rotting Fluff, takeout, Stargazing, Flirting, Blowjobs, Overstimulation, acts of service, Loverboy Alex Claremont-Diaz, Pining Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Teasing, Kissing, So much kissing, Blankets, Quality Time, POV Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Unbetaed we die like Alex’s heterosexuality via https://ift.tt/RgOml0W

[rowdyhughesy]

Switzerland - NH13

📍Bern, Switzerland

liked by: jackhughes, yourbestfriend and others

tagged: nicohischier

yourusername: Just a German girl and her Swizz cheese enjoying summer break, Ich liebe jede Sekunde, die ich mit dir verbringe mein Nico🤍

jackhughes: I miss him, come home

→ yourusername: you spend more time with him during the season than I do!!

→ jackhughes: it’s still not enough dummy

nicohischier: Ich liebe dich mein Mädchen❤️

→ yourusername: ❤️

yourbestfriend: the cutest couple

john.marino: oh captain my captain🫡

dawson1417: ay ay captain don’t eat too much fondue and chocolate now

→ yourusername: I’ll grab the leash it’s fine Daws

→ nicohischier: not a real leash don’t chirp me guys please

hischier13: Keine wanderungen mehr bitte, ich schwitze😮‍💨

→ yourusername: Keine Zusagen Luc❤️❤️

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nicohischier: happy to be home

npatrick19: hope you’re enjoying it!

jesperbratt: just a dawg doing dawg things 🏌🏻

yourusername: my boyfriend the supermodel🤭

→ nicohischier: you make me blush pretty 😘

→ yourusername: that’s the point Hischier🤍

jackhughes: I miss mom and dad

→ dawson1417: me too🥲

njdevils: Looking good Cap!

yourbestfriend: you should become a photographer Nic

→ yourusername: I’m the one taking all the pictures of him!!🤨

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[ate-the-wordsmith]

Fluffcember 2024 Masterlist

Wow, 31 Tage Fluff. Ich hätte nicht gedacht, dass ich das durchhalte und ohne @indensternen hätte es auch sicher nicht geklappt. Sie hat selbst für die langweiligstens Prompts Idee gehabt, die dann tatsächlich zu einer halbwegs brauchbaren Geschichte gefüht haben. Und dass alles zusammen eine größere Erzählung ergibt, war dann das Tüpfelchen auf dem i 😊

Roasted Marshmallows: Spezialkaffee 

Winter Flu: Erkältungswelle

Snow Man: Von Schneemännern ...

Chrsitmas Sweater: ...und Winterpullovern

Northern Lights: Wunderschöne Anblicke

Gingerbread House: Schaffe, schaffe, Häusle baue

Condensed Breath: Wölkchen

Sparkling Snow: Schneeflöckchen 

Sugar Rush: Testreihen

Carols: Gemeinsamer Konzertbesuch

Slippery: Aufgefangen

Skiing: Unausgesprochenes

Fire and Ice: Guten Appetit

Winter Soup: Liebe geht durch den Magen

Naughty List: Geteiltes Leid ist halbes Leid

Chocolate: Süß und süßer

Snowed in: Retter in der Not

Mistletoe: Mistelzweig und Missgeschicke 

Fondue: Essensplanung

Fairy Tales: Wie im Märchen 

Cabin in the Snow: Nach Hause

Winter Storm: Zu Hause

Confessions: Klartext

Christmas Tree: Heiligabend

The Perfect Gift: Der Morgen danach

Forgiveness: Ein überfälliges Telefonat

Family Gathering: Überraschungen

Cold Turkey: Nicht mehr allein

Mint: Eine Frage des Geschmacks

Warming Up: Durchgefroren

Fireworks: Gutes neues 

[kalak]

Cinderella au where Luke gets hired in the imperial palace after he was orphaned and ran away.

He ends up as a servant in the imperial palace by some luck (he unconsciously mind tricked the hiring manager) and he has to do menial chores/clean up after the nobility - he quickly wins the heart of the other maids and cooks and servants with his politeness and sunny disposition. They always give him extra food when he stops by at the kitchen, ruffling his hair along the way.

But then - Vader stops by at the palace, and they draw a straw to decide the servant that's allocated to him, and Luke ends up drawing the short straw. (was it rigged? Maybe. Luke was small and easy to pick on after all)

And Luke's scared at first, thinking for sure that he would die, but Vader seems to be oddly warm.. and not that hostile (he reminds Vader of padme). Still, all the other maids are scared to death for him, gossiping about how Vader could kill without even touching someone, about how he could read people's minds and didn't like lying - people treat him like he's a dead man walking, pitying glances thrown his way.

Luke's resigns himself to one day being choked to death by Vader for some miniscule slip up, but until then, he's going to enjoy life to the fullest. So that's how, when given the opportunity to sneak into the imperial ball as a noble, Luke takes it - taking on the facade of luke naberrie, son of padme naberrie.. (she's dead, no one would check, surely? And she's from an obscure enough house!)

At the ball, Luke has the time of his life tasting all the fancy delicacies and watching the dazzling dresses move with the orchestra's music. Of course, Vader happens to overhear his name and instantly whips around to see who it is, but Luke's already gone, drawn by the chocolate fondue.

Vader spends the entire ball searching for him, but .. no luck, only thing he could find is a coat that Luke shucked off when things got too hot, with some odds and ends inside.

There's a japor snippet (this proves luke's heritage, to Vader. This is his son without a doubt), some mechanic parts (Vader smiles at the thought of his son also liking tinkering), a letter, scrawled to... Leia organa. It's not finished so there's no sign off, but he sees the dear leia at the top - and who else has that name?

So that's how leia has to deal with a sudden vader who barges into her lodgings at the palace, interrogating her about the letter. She recognizes it immediately as luke's, but she denies any knowledge out of fear that Vader will do Luke harm. Still, she lets slip the fact that the flimsi is from the servant's quarters .. and that's all vader needs to know.

All vader has to do now is match the coat to its owner and luke's so small, there's no way another man fits the coat - and that's how Vader finds his son.

[novashelby]

I love cheese. I love cheese in all ways....a bitch don't discriminate. Cheese on everything and anything......drown me in cheese fondue, and I'll die the happiest girl in the world.

[pentacle-artist]

Finished replaying Rhythm Thief! I also replayed the first two bonus chapters and rewatched a video of the last one (I can't get A on all of the minigames, I know my limits)

I completely forgot Natalie recognizes Raphael if you decide to talk to her on your way to find Elisabeth's house

Fondue looks so... offended?

How often does this happen? I am genuinely curious. Also someone teach this guy how to summarize. I bet he's used all the paper and ink in printers because of his papers.

I didn't take a picture, but Professor Alban says "you must already know quite a bit" so I assume he's involved in all of this somehow. Obviously on the side of good, he knows where Elisabeth lives

Seriously, Raphael? You went through the trouble of posing with statues, but don't bother hanging the painting straight?

I still love it when Marie says "I don't care whose mother you are. I don't want you to die."

This game really should've used dead silence to indicate when someone has been shot.

I completely forgot about the murder robots. Love that Raphael is posing while shoving a robot. Also, I just can't get the hang of any minigame involving soccer balls.

Ending is still fun. Also, Fondue following theatre etiquette better than the Vergiers is amazing.

RIP the second phase of Isaac and Napoleon's plan.

In Marie's extra episode, I noticed these two lines. Nothing crazy but I completely forgot about them.

So, Family Ties, Charlie saying, "We'll see how your dark deeds fare in the harsh light of justice!" adds to my whole thing about if we got a sequel, Charlie probably would've been tied to the sun.

Overall, I had a great time! Glad I replayed it! I'm definitely looking forward to writing soon. ^v^

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

got tagged in this AGES AGO by @royaltyisshe64 and @thedissenters and @iwannabeyourman but HERE I AM.

Three ships: I'm fundamentally Not a shipper, lmao. Like, I enjoy relationships and exploring them through writing and reading, but I rarely operate within fandom from that specific angle. I'd say McLennon but not in the way most people mean ..... Nathaniel/Rebecca from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend and Mikey/Titus from Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt are the only pairings I can recall ever rooting for specifically as the show was airing. But I also didn't seek out fic about them so. I'll throw in: John Lennon/Billy Shears (which is NOT McLennon) from the version of Paul Is Dead in my mind.

First ship: Dude, I don't know. also please don't make me think about my time in the BBC Sherlock fandom.

Last song: Never Without You by Ringo Starr :-) (currently listening to my "Moody Mix")

Last TV show: I rewatched all of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt recently and realized the amount I quote along while watching is embarrassing.

Currently Watching: 30 Rock!! so I would stop rewatching Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt

Currently Reading: The Beatles discord I'm in is currently discussing Love And Let Die by John Higgs, which is an analysis of the cultural impact of James Bond and the Beatles. Very fun and interesting!

Currently eating: nothing. had fondue for supper though.

Currently craving: chocolate milk.

no pressure tagging @likeadevils @the62ndbugsfan @torchlitinthedesert @sleeper9 @throwthewine :))

[howlingday]

Persemblance

1 / (2) / 3 / 4

Qrow: Hey. Some girl named Weiss Schnee went missing.

Qrow: All this work is such a pain! It's like people expect huntsmen to solve crimes or something!

Qrow: Ruby, get your uncle another beer.

Ruby: ...

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Neptune: Weiss really isn't at school today...

Port: THAT'S BECAUSE SHE'S DEAD!

Neptune: It's almost like that crazy TV world we fell into has something to do with the murders!

Naaaaah.

Neptune: I can't just walk away this time. I need to find out why Weiss had to die like this!

Yang: Neptune...

Neptune: ...So can we go back in the TV again please, please, please~!

Sure.

Neptune: YAAAAAAAAY~! THIS IS GONNA BE SO AWESOME~!

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Neptune: Alright, guys, this is going to be dangerous...

Neptune: So, I brought a rake!

Neptune: Also, Yang doesn't get to come!

Yang: Wh-What?! But I-

Neptune: Shut up and hold this rope!

Neptune: YAAAY, TV WORLD~!

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Somewhat: Hey! It's you guys again!

Somewhat: Now I get it... You must be the ones throwing people in!

Neptune: SHUT UP AND TAKE OFF THAT SUIT!

Neptune: (Yanks Somewhat's head off)

Neptune & Somewhat: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Somewhat: We must join forces~!

Somewhat: (Hands over glasses)

Neptune: What are these for?

Somewhat: So you can look cool during battles~!

Neptune: Battles- Wait! This is Weiss' parents door! I bet this place has something to do with how she di-

Somewhat: TUTORIAL FIGHT! TUTORIAL FIGHT!

Neptune: What?

Grimm: (Licks Neptune's face)

Neptune: WAIT, WHAT, WHAT IS THIS?!

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PERSONA~

The Rusted Knight: I AM THOU, THOU ART ME...

The Rusted Knight: WE'RE A HAPPY FAMILYYY~!

Somewhat: Okay, listen; some Grimm have weaknesses, but they never make any sense! So just guess until you get it right! Here, press this button to get a helpful analysis!

Somewhat: I'm CHEESED to see your GOUDA input skills and FONDUE diligence for this SQUEAKER of a battle~!

ZIO!

Somewhat: Wowie, sir~! That was amazing~! Don't you think so, what's your face?

Neptune: Hey, why don't you call me sir?

Somewhat: Because you're comic relief!

???: WHY DO I HAVE THE WORST DAUGHTER IN THE WORLD?!

Neptune: Is that Weiss' dad? I don't get it. Weiss always seemed like she was having fun at work... Y-You mean to tell me she WASN'T happy working at the store that drove her family out of business?!

Weiss: Hey, Neptune~!

Neptune: Yes, my sweet~?

Weiss: GO KILL YOURSELF!

Neptune: WHAT?! B-But we were gonna get married and have a million beautiful babies together!

?Neptune?: Whatever, man. She wasn't even that hot.

Somewhat: (Gasps) Two Neptunes?!

?Neptune?: More like one Neptune and one... AWESOME Neptune. Gee, living in the country sure is boring-

Neptune: NO, YOU'RE NOT ME, I WOULD NEVER SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT EVER!

Somewhat: Whoa~!

Neptune: Naptiiime~!

Grimm Neptune: SOUNDS LIKE SOMEONE JUST ORDERED A STUPID LOOKING BOSS~! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

ZIO!

Grimm Neptune: OW!

Neptune: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!

Somewhat: You have to accept it, or it'll attack us again!

The strength of heart to face one's self has blah blah blah...

Neptune: Okay, fine, I guess I do kinda hate everything.

He has obtained the facade used to overcome life's hardships... THE PERSONA FARMER PIG MONK~!

Neptune: Sweet~! Maybe now we can save people who fall in here before they die!

Somewhat: Yeah~! You know, since you guys came in here, I've been wondering where I come from and-

Neptune: Yeah, whatever! See you later!

Somewhat: HUH?!

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Neptune: Hey, we're ba- Oh, crap, I forgot about you.

Yang: You guys are jerks!

Yang: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~!

Neptune: Huh. I guess we should apologize.

Neptune: Later! I'm going to bed.

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Blake: I'm wearing a kimono because I'm filling in for my mom at the inn we run!

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TV: Blake Belladonna is wearing a kimono because she's filing in for her mom at the inn they run.

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You should watch the midnight channel. There's a high school girl wearing a kimono on the screen. ...but you can't think of anyone who fits that description, so you decided to go to bed.

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Ozpin: Helloooooooooooooooo~!

Ozpin: Person, persona, persona...

Ozpin: SOCIAL LINKS SOCIAL LINKS SOCIAL LINKS SOCIAL LINKS SOCIAL LINKS!

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Neptune: Dude! I'm so excited to find out who's behind all these murders!

Neptune: Let's be friends~!

You became friends with Neptune~! Neptune will now DIE FOR YOU

Yang: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Yang: BLAKE'S MISSING! BLAKE'S MISSING!

Yang: BLAKE'S MISSING! BLAKE'S MISSING! BLAKE'S MISSING! BLAKE'S MISSING!

Yang: (Scroll buzzes, Answers) Oh, is this Blake? Yaaay~!

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Qrow: Two bodies hanging from telephone poles... and we don't even know if this is a homicide yet.

Clover: Sir, I think we can probably assume it's a-

Qrow: Shut up, Ebi.

Qrow: We've got no clues about the perp. We don't even have a sus because the sec with the mo's got a perf al.

Clover: Sir, what are you even-

Qrow: SHUT UP, EBI.

Clover: Um, so what do we know about the case so far?

Qrow: The perp... is PROPBABLY in Patch!

ACE DETECTIVE~!

Qrow: Case closed! Let's get drunk.

Clover: Huh?!

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Ruby: ...

[ladamedusoif]

Sleigh Ride (Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels x F!Reader)

A Merry Fic-Mas - December 10

Part of A Merry Fic-Mas: A Holiday Fic Calendar - click for masterlist.

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Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x F!Reader

Warnings: Established relationship; no use of Y/N; no physical descriptions of Reader; non canon-compliant (this man survives and gets the happy ending he deserved); alcohol consumption; references to smut. 

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1283

Summary: Jack is dashing, and so are you - dashing through the snow, that is.

For @agentjackdaniels, with love.

In the bright light of a sunny winter morning, you blink awake, peek your head above the covers, and swiftly retreat when you feel the first blast of cold on your nose. You nestle in again and reach out to Jack’s side of the bed, seeking heat from your own personal furnace.

Instead of Jack’s solid, warm body, though, you find a little note: 

Had to check on something out in the stables - be back around ten or so. Have some coffee and make sure you’re wrapped up nice and warm for me when I get back, sugar - got something I want to show you. J x

It wasn’t unusual for Jack to be up well before you when you stayed on his little ranch. He’d inherited it a couple of years ago from a favourite uncle, Joshua - “I don’t even have to change the signage, honey”, Jack had mused, looking at the wooden sign at the main entrance that announced, in beautiful old hand-painted lettering: SILVER RANCH - J. DANIELS.

It had become a retreat of sorts for the two of you. The main ranch house was small but solidly-built, decorated in a simple, old-fashioned style that you fell in love with from the first time you saw it. Silver Ranch was the perfect place to spend winter holidays: just you and your cowboy, taking in the surrounding trails on foot or on horseback, giggling over your attempts at fondue, or snuggled up together on the couch in front of the stone fireplace. 

Sometimes, you or Jack would pull a few blankets onto the warm rug right beside the fire: a statement of intent, and the signal for an evening spent making love there under the layers until the fire began to die down and it was time for bed. 

You help yourself to a cup of fresh coffee - Jack always ensured he made a large batch if he was up first - and make some toast before padding back towards the bedroom to get dressed and ready for whatever he had in store. Wrap up warm, he’d said, and you heed his advice, pulling out your thermal layers and adding your warmest socks, a soft, long-sleeved cotton t-shirt and jeans, and slipping a denim shirt and fleece gilet over the top. Your knee-length padded coat and snowboots were out in the hall, ready and waiting with your hat, scarf, and gloves. 

Equine noises and the sound of Jack’s warm voice outside the house signal his return. He calls your name as he enters, finding you on the armchair with a blanket over your knees. 

“Well, don’t you look mighty cosy?”

He’s always a sight for sore eyes, even in layer upon layer of his warmest winter clothing. You know that a pair of brushed-cotton long johns and a long-sleeved thermal vest lie beneath the dark jeans and padded jacket he’s wearing. He’s unzipped the jacket, revealing a warm woollen sweater layered over a plaid shirt, the collar of a grey cotton tshirt just visible. In one hand, Jack holds a felt, extra-warm hat you’d given him the previous Christmas, along with a scarf and his trusty pair of suede, fleece-lined winter gloves.

You grin at him. “I am cosy - but I’m prepared, too. See?” 

You stand up and show off your winter layers, basking in the glow of Jack’s approving smile. 

“And a good thing too, sugar. C’mon - wanna show you something a little bit special.”

It’s… a sleigh. A real-life, as-driven-by-Santa-Claus, straight-out-of-Doctor-Zhivago sleigh. Jemmy (short for Jameson, much to Jack’s chagrin), the favourite horse of Jack’s uncle, stands proudly ahead of the wooden vehicle, bobbing his head and sending joyful little chimes pealing from the sleigh bells - sleigh bells?! - affixed to his bridle. 

You close the door of the house and walk down the front steps, jaw hanging open at the sight before you. The sleigh is dark wood, antique but well-maintained, with red leather upholstery on the seating. Fading gold accents pick out curved detail carved into the old wood. It’s small - certainly compared to the whoppers usually depicted on Christmas cards or in representations of jolly Saint Nick - but perfectly made for two. You notice bundles of blankets neatly folded on the main seat, awaiting the passengers.

Jack holds Jemmy’s reins and pats the horse’s muzzle affectionately before turning and grinning at you. His cheeks are flushed pink with cold and excitement and even with his aviator sunglasses on, you know his eyes are twinkling. “Well? What’cha think?”

“Where did you get a sleigh, Jack Daniels?”

He chuckles and walks around to your side, helping you into the sleigh like the gentleman he is. “I found it out in one of the barns last time we were up here. Came up on my own a couple of times to work on it and get her nice and pretty for my girl. You like it?”

He’s already packing blankets around you, tucking you in so firmly you have to wriggle a little to be able to move. 

“It’s incredible, Jack. I don’t think I’ve ever even seen a real one of these, let alone been in one.”

He crosses to the other side and hops in quickly, pulling a couple of blankets around his own knees before draping one big enough for the two of you on top. You feel Jack’s strong arm, made even bigger thanks to the layers and layers of clothing he’s wearing, wrap around your shoulders as he kisses you before firmly replacing his hat on his head. 

“Well, we’ll start off nice and slow. And then if you want some authentic dashing through the snow - well, you just say the word, baby.”

With a gentle word and a flex of the reins in his practiced hands, Jemmy starts to move and the sleigh begins to glide through the snow.

The sleigh ride feels like being in an old movie, or a picture on a vintage Christmas card. There’s no sound other than Jemmy’s hooves, the crunching and whooshing as the sleigh’s runners cut through pure white snow, the jingling of the bells, and the chatter and laughter between you and Jack. 

It is heaven.

You lean against your love’s shoulder, feeling a warmth course through you that has nothing to do with the thermal layers and Jack’s insistence on bundling you up for the journey. This is so him, you think - planning and preparing for this day for months, just to give you something special. Something shared just between the two of you. You sit up and lean in to kiss his cheek.

Jack chuckles, his beautiful, open face flushed pink and a sprinkling of powdery snow visible on his dark moustache. “So you like the sleigh, sugar?”

You nod and nestle back in against him. “I do. It’s a beautiful thing.”

He hums happily and nods towards your feet. “You'll find a little something extra down there, to keep us nice and warm until we get home.”

The chrome of the hip flask is blinding in the stark whiteness of the landscape and the bright sunlight. You help yourself before passing it to Jack, who takes a grateful swig and exhales. The warm vapor of his whiskey-scented breath is visible in the cold air as he rounds the furthest point of the trail and turns the sleigh for home. 

dividers by @stcvcngrant