#I have.. so many thoughts about eggy but for now I just really wanted to draw her as this song

[otterronpas]

Don’t look at me! You can’t understand, right?

I‘m just like a monstrous flower that bloomed too soon

(Ref under the cut!)

[radiaking]

Reading this review of fallout that essentially says they think it’s “just okay” but not great, seeming to attribute its success mainly due to being an adaptation of a beloved game. As someone who never played before watching and thought it was a great tv show (not just a great adaptation since I had no basis for comparison), obvs I disagree. And they really had no clear basis for why they think it’s not that great and more that they just don’t get the hype. Like they enjoyed it, they want more of it, etc. but interestingly they did say they hope it’s success makes them improve not approach s2 with a “if it aint broke don’t fix it” mindset, and that I can agree with. But tbh I think this speaks to a larger problem with tv at all and not just fallout….

[misfitclassismyfreetherapy]

Clara Appreciation Post

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I'm making this as contribution to Mairuma Manga's chapter 304

I'm surprised no one said shit on how Clara saved the day with her optimistic and fun personality. Honestly it was unexpected but also unsurprising and comforting that Clara was the one who stopped them. I genuinely thought Ameri was the one who would interrupt but you know, nevermind.

Also it makes sense in a way, Nishi didn't want to make Clara feel left out in the situation so she dropped the bomb (cliffhanger) on us so we would want to remember and look forward to what happened next and that's when Clara came in. The love trio does have to stick together afterall.

So without further a do here are 5 things I love about Clara Valac! Our adorable little charming playful demon!

Clara's amazing nicknames

These three being the dorks that I wouldn't trade for the world.

Like literally Azz-azz and Irumachi sounds so cute wtf- and like other nicknames Eggy-sensei. It reflects her personality well and actually makes her unique. ( I want to say quirky but it sounds weird so no. )

Her voice actor is also delivering her lines incredibly accurate also her voice actor is also known to voice Valac's entire family. Now that's what I called fucking talent. Since we're getting off-topic, let's move on to the next one.

2. Clara's overlooked selflessness.

I hate seeing Clara cry but I have to like put an image to showcase her selfishness.

You know how the netherworld always say that there are rarely other demons who would care for other people than themselves? If Clara was selfish, she wouldn't care for the other demons consent and she could easily force them to play with her.

But no, she wanted people to play with her with consent. She wants the other demon have fun as much as she has. There are many things that she could do but didn't because she cares for other demons feelings. She is a rare demon that wants to play and both side to have fun.

3. Clara has no doubt that Azz-kun and Iruma loves her.

Her eyes shine with utter confidence.

I don't need to explain much just-

Read this amazing post.

Totally not because I'm lazy. Also credits to @somayants for this masterpiece  🛐 .

4. Clara's unique family.

Shit I forgot the fucking twins-and the fucking brother-

Adorable as fuck. Wholesome as fuck. Cute as fuck.

Also her mum is such a MILF /j

Basically Clara's emotional support team besides the misfit class.

That's all I have to say.

Now I saved my best for last...

5. Clara's patience and endurance.

This is just adorable-

Clara's patience and endurance is honestly so admirable. I kinda lost count on the times, she endured being left out. We know well that Clara loves Iruma and Azz-kun so much that she doesn't want to ever get separated from them.

So the fact that she endured the clinginess of hers and have patience is so amazing of her. She truly does act like the role of the big sister sometimes. Honestly this is probably one of the few things that Clara does better than Azz-kun because let's be honest, he wouldn't last two weeks of separation from Iruma ( without training that is.).

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You can tell I lost motivation halfway through that but I really want to finish this so people could appreciate Clara more for who she is, and we wouldn't want to change her for anything.

Also if through chapter 304 I made this as a #ClaraValacAppreciation post. I just made that hashtag myself cause I'm an antisocial idiot.

But if you want to join in on the appreciation of Clara you can! By using this hashtag.

(This is probably gonna flop but I honestly don't care.)

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~Claire has logged off~

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

In The Present

Summary- 1.3k Curtis Everett x Honey. You can't help but compare your current situation with a similar one in the past.

Warnings- Jake is an absolutely abusive asshole.

A/N- Me dabbling tonight, I just love seeing where Honey came from to where she is now. What having a decent partner will do for you.

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist.

“Seriously Y/N, I asked for this to be classy tonight, for you to make an effort. What the fuck is all this?” Jake sneered at the layout you had made at the dining room table before pinching his thumb and forefinger against the bridge of his nose like he had a headache. 

You were tired too and could feel your own headache start to build up. “Jake no one is going to care if I bought all this stuff premade. I didn’t have time to-” 

“Don’t Y/N, you knew how important this party was to me, assured me I didn’t need to hire anyone to come in to cook and this is what you delivered?” 

You could feel the tears well up, you had indeed insured Jake that you would do the food, you were always a pretty decent cook and whipping up snack foods for his friends wasn’t a big deal. 

That was until your chill day became rather hectic when you were called to do a quick fill-in for one of the teachers where you were able to substitute part-time. Your part-time day turned into all day. 

You had rushed for all the favorites at the grocery store, heated everything up, and set them on the nice serving trays, rather proud you actually got that all accomplished for Jakes get together, games of poker with his old college buddies. But Jake caught sight of the boxes in the garbage and went to asses what you had done. 

Now he was mad about it and you messed up, cause you did assure him you could make it all. “I’m sorry, okay Jake? I took a job today that I thought was only going to be a couple hours. Do you want me to toss it and we can order something in?” You tried to placate him. Jake had his moments, sometimes he could just brush it off, forgive you with the explanation that you tried or hold onto his anger for days, belittling you in subtle ways till you felt like you were not even worth the effort. 

What was today going to be?

He sighed as he looked over the table, running a hand down his face and shaking his head. “It is what it is I guess.” He glanced over at you, his sharp blue eyes looking you up and down for a second. “Not like the guys will really notice anyways.” You breathed out in relief, he seemed okay with it. “I just like showing you off, I got myself the best girl out of all of us.” He wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing his hand against your soft belly like he was pointing out another flaw in you. “The sweetest anyways. I know you tried Darling and next time we will do it the right way.” 

You gave him a little smile and nodded, praying this was the only issue tonight to deal with. Jake was a perfectionist, it all had to be just so. “Now Darling, how about you go get changed, they will be here any second.” 

You shuddered at the thought as you stood in Curtis’s kitchen, slicing cheese while watching the group sitting around the Everett’s antique table playing UNO. This was so different, there was laughter and music playing. Way too many beer bottles scattered around the table along with piles of snacks that everyone brought. Ella had Sophia perched on her lap with a handful of cards, playing her hand while Edgar tried to bribe the toddler for information. 

“Come on Sophia, what color are you gonna use?” Edgar tried and Ella whispered in her ear. The toddler got a wicked little grin as she plucked out a card and threw it on the pile. “Blue! Draw four Uncle Eggy.” She was devious in her giggles as Edgar sputtered, drawing his cards while Timmy leaned across the table to give Sophia a high five. Tanya smirked over at him. 

“Teach you a lesson in not trying to cheat?”

It was a happy and playful atmosphere, there were no snide remarks about one another's jobs or significant others, no pretending to like one another, and all the teasing wasn't made to belittle anyone, but that of friends who knew each other for a lifetime. 

A warm set of hands on your forearms rubbed up and down as a solid chest pressed against your back. “Mmmh, need help?” Curtis asked from behind you and you smiled as warmth curled in your chest. He had already spent all evening praising all you have done to make tonight a success, which you couldn’t even take credit for. Everyone participated by bringing food and drinks. He also had been kissing and hugging you, making sure to whisper how sexy you looked in your outfit tonight, especially the tights, they were just driving him up the wall.

“No, I’m almost done. I was just replacing the cheese we polished off.” You scooped it up and laid it onto the plate, one of the many mismatched dishes being used tonight. Nobody cared, no one observed any of that. 

Curtis reached around you to snag a slice, popping it into his mouth over your shoulder. “It was damn good cheese.” He stated while cuddling you back into him. “How long do you think we need to play host though?” His mouth teased in the crook of your neck, knowing the scratch of his beard would tickle you, and make you squirm. 

“Night is just getting started Curtis.” You giggled as you twisted to face him, cocking a brow at him. “You know we never finish before midnight.” Sometimes game night lasted till the early morning hours, the only one who actually got any proper sleep that night would be Sophia, who Ella would lay her down in the spare bedroom off the kitchen. “So you have hours.” 

He groaned as if it was a chore, but you knew it was all for show, he loved having these game nights as much as the rest of them. “Or I could just kick them all out, get you all to myself.” He proposed, a teasing grin on his mouth as he wiggled his brows. 

“Good luck kicking your niece out.” You stuck your tongue out at him, easily playing back. You swore he growled as he gripped the back of your neck and pulled you into him, kissing you hungrily. 

Damn that man. You thought as you arched up closer, kissing him back. “Uncle Curtis!” Sophia bellowed from across the kitchen, making you giggle as Curtis lifted his head. “IT’S YOUR TURN!” 

“Okay! Okay! I’m coming! Can’t a man get two seconds with his girl.” 

Claude popped over to the counter, grabbing the plate of cheese you had been cutting. “Nope. You two are about to be lectured for inappropriate behavior in front of a minor.” 

Curtis flipped Claude off with a scowl, which didn’t scare her in the slightest and gave you a pat on your ass as he pulled away. “Too many damn freeloading people in my house, eating all my damn cheese.”

“Um, Grey brought the cheese,” Ella smirked while Curtis rolled his eyes, grabbing at his cards. “Tell Uncle Curtis he needs to share.” 

“You gotta share Uncle,” Sophia said so sternly that Tanya cackled from across the table. 

“He has to share Y/N too.” Ella pushed, her daughter gearing up to repeat it. 

“I most certainly do not have to share Y/N, you all see her all the time.” Curtis glanced at his hand and tossed down a card to play. 

You decided that it was time to return to the table, before you ended up getting yelled at by the group to hurry up, letting them ignore Curtis and hassle you instead. 

This kind of hassle you really didn't mind though. It was with people who actually considered you a friend and not just Curtis’s girlfriend. You returned to your seat next to Curtis, who promptly put his arm around your shoulders while you took your turn.

[themetalvirus]

thinks about eggman successfully erasing egghog shadow's memories of what made him run away, his time spent with tails and amy while he was away, and that silver ever ran away. thinks about it

honestly im mainly thinking about

1. how disoriented shadow is when he wakes up

2. the process of getting him out of The Tube (draining the green nutrient/sedative combo slime, filling the tube with a compound that breaks down the green slime [eggman has shadow take a deep breath in and out, one for mouth one for nose, to mostly clear out his lungs and sinuses of the green stuff], rinsing, drying, sanitizing spray, THEN the capsule opens)

3. eggy sonic waiting right outside the door bouncing up and down and before the door even fully opens he's already got shadow in a big tearful hug. and eggman says hey, be gentle with him and remember what we talked about (they talked about not telling shadow the truth about why he was out for so long or what really happened). and sonic looks up from shadow's shoulder at eggman, silent gratitude in his expression for making his brother normal again

i thought itd be lame to have part of the buildup to the climax of egghogs be eggman kidnapping the defected boys back but have no actual consequences / have them be saved and nothing changed. silver is just clockwork oranged but shadow is artificial and gerald developed sophisticated systems specifically on manipulating and removing shadow's memories

the effect on silver is just even MORE assurance that going back would be a mistake and that his father is firmly in the wrong. it's the final nail in the coffin of his past life. sonic visits him often, and no matter how many times they talk, no matter how many approaches he takes, there is no breakthrough.

the general sentiment is "don't you see what he's done to me? this isn't kind, this isn't loving. he may have given me a plush bed and a room, but this is a PRISON. he's keeping you in these same chains and you're suffering so badly and you don't even see it for what it is. he's abused you, belittled you, brainwashed you, lied to all of us. and you're complacent in what's happening to me, to shadow... you partially orchestrated us coming back here for your own gain and didn't even listen to us when we told you a long time ago we didn't want to come back. what do you hope to gain from this? all you're gaining is more hurt and you're losing my trust."

OH YEAH also i decided that sonic would pretend to run away, give a sob story to amy about how he's changed, and thus be led right to where shadow and silver are.

lots of complex emotions are had. sonic sees just how much his brothers have changed, have lost their way. and he sees how well they're living. this must be some kind of trick, this kindness is unfamiliar and wrong. indulgence in comforts must be why, or amy and tails brainwashing them must be why, or... y'know, anything. witnessing firsthand how they're living, how they think... he wasn't sure about this at first, but he's sure now. they need guidance and they need to be back to normal so sonic can have them back.

so that night sonic alerts eggman to their location. he raids tails' workshop and takes the boys with him. and sonic says that they're finally going back home.

[maii29]

Day 13: 1/31/23

I made sure to wear double layers today because I knew I had to walk to West bank today. It was another day of my daily routine. The skin products, the time, and energy spent on getting myself dressed and ready is the consumption that takes place in my household before leaving to campus for the day. I had checked the weather yesterday on my phone. It wasn't hard. The app was automatically installed into my Iphone, so all I had to do was scroll two times to the left to find a widget telling me the temperature. The weather app predicted that today would also be -12 degrees. It is -10 degrees now. I have consumed many hours a day on my phone that I don't even know the date and time without looking at my phone. I left the house 2 minutes later than usual.

Once I arrived in Coffman Union, I sat down at the same square table near the wall where there was an outlet. I check my email. I didn't write in my journal first thing. There was no particular reason to why or why not, but it may be because I felt tired and felt "slow." By 7:10ish, I ordered another all nighter sandwich from Eistein Bros through the kiosk. It was low-effort and comfortable to order the same thing. I still thought that the sandwich's name was appropriate for today, since I ended up staying up a little later than I should've. I expected it to taste the same as the one from yesterday, but this on tasted more "eggy" and was not as good. While eating, I would usually just drink water from the bottle I carried with me, except from Chick-Fil-A. But today, I felt more thirsty than usual and had already finished the water to the halfway point. On the topic of water, I haven't really thought about it, but water is used not only for drinking but for many other reasons. Other ways I consume water is when I use the sink (to wash dishes, my hands, and face), flush the toilet, and shower. Most of the time, I reduce the use of water in everyday life. For example, I lower the stream of water coming from the faucet when I wash my hands and face. I also turn off the water in the shower when it is not necessary but there are days when I consume more water in the shower because I want a warm shower or am feeling under the weather.

At home, I consumed another meal. It was lasagna in a ravioli form. It may just be ravioli but I am not sure. The food was stored in a clear plastic bag with no labeling in the fridge. I heat up the food by using the microwave. The microwave is the fastest and most convenient way of heating up food. Along with the main dish, I consumed a Go-Gurt yogurt tube. I spent more time consuming the product because, on the back, there was a fun activity. If I finished the yogurt, It would reveal my unicorn name. I have previously already consumed this product last week and there were other fun facts. I discovered that my name was "Sparkles the Magnificent" but was disappointed because I had already gotten this name before. Overall, the yogurt was good, but there was something that made the experience less satisfactory. On the product, there is a small slit used to tear open the yogurt. The yogurt opens by using the slit but there was still plastic that would not be removed unless there was more effort put into removing it.

[all-hail-the-witcher]

the absolute best quotes from bdylanhollis's vintage baking tiktoks

• "thought this was a joke. turns out im the joke."

• "you can use a mixer, i just do this to feel something"

• "fold in sauerkraut carefully. or what? im going to ruin your disaster?"

• "can a cake be tried for treason?"

• "either chocolate fixes everything or this is alchemy"

• *disgusted chewing noises* "DEMON BABY!!!"

• "before pumpkin pie became king people ate this....now they're dead."

• "combine all ingredients except for pie shell. were you rEALLY WORRIED I WAS GOING TO PUT A F U L L Y C O N S T R U C T E D PIE SHELL INTO THIS?"

• "im a fool, not an idiot."

• "its like reading directions to purgatory"

• "now we have carbonated mayonnaise lime water"

• "MARSHMALLOWS!! with the m a y o??"

• "chop up your dehydrated cow"

• "it tastes like it's insulting me"

• "and its not just a little bit. no. its a severe unauthorized CUP of mayonnaise."

• "honey you cant dilute a war crime"

• "you know its horrible now but i hope it turns out okay. like children."

• *beans boiling over in a pot* "ahhhhHH BEAN REBELLION!!"

• "eggie!! how many? i don't know. it just says EGGS."

• "did you just kill my blender?" *broken blender noises* "hello?" *insane maniacal laughter* "this is personal now. you swung first!!"

• "why are you good? yOU HAVE A BAG OF BEANS IN YOU!!"

• "one of the many questionable substances people experimented with in the 70s...pistachio pudding."

• "smells like a palm springs retirement home"

• "nixon wished it was this easy."

• "this was the cold war after all. fear of communist bananas was at an all time high."

• "the 70s. sponsored by the color beige."

• "its uncomfortably appetizing"

• "meat and desserts was quite common back then. so was botulism."

• "'honey would you like earl gray or pork?' 'ill take a divorce'"

• "sweet, bitter and meaty. like my ex."

• "don't say it dylan" *2 seconds later* "CIMMANIMM!!"

• "350 for two and a half hours! i suppose any less and it might gain consciousness."

• "its a little late in the century for war crimes."

• "are you just making things up? who are you??"

• *opening a can of spam* "you know ive never been particularly religious. but today might be the day."

• "a cup of evaporated milk?! have you lost the plot?!"

• "i feel like if i do this correctly im going to invoke the spirit of richard nixon"

• "this aint food honey this is a bioweapon"

• "sir your phone number is 4 digits"

• "well i don't have sorghum because i don't have a life expectancy of twelve"

• "thats the power of pine sol baby!"

• "bake to your liking. sweetie none of this is to my liking."

• "this is what id imagine a toilet brush to taste like"

• "this is why we don't perform lobotomies anymore."

• "should be a pale white." *holds butter up to arm for comparison*

• "i bet this recipe is just all the wrong answers on a baking test."

• "smells like dentures."

• "not bad dead people"

• "its incredible. and im mad about it."

• "sift your flour three times. lady your cake has tomato soup in it, this is thE LEAST OF YOUR WORRIES!!"

• "'911 whats your emergency?' 'yeah that lady carol is at the barbecue again.'"

• "careful not to over mix. sorry im just trying to kill it."

• "now i know this is going to be awful because it calls for soured milk. not buttermilk, not milk and vinegar, no honey sOURED B A D MILK!"

• "disgusting wasnt enough for you?!"

• "call the U.N."

• "bake until done. you're a piece of work."

• *plays accordion on his kitchen floor*

• "tastes like a shower drain or a bunion"

• "this recipe was sent to me by herbert hoover feet pics. theres something for everybody"

• "are you nine inches yet?? said 14 year old me."

• "i suppose its better than eating your offspring"

• "oh betty crocker WHAT ARE YOU UP TO??"

• "you could just use canned pineapple. if you were a communist."

• "can you bake a pie with four ingredients? yes! i could also eat my mattress."

• "add three gils of water. was this written for a fish?"

• "i think this qualifies as a preexisting condition"

• "unconstitutional!"

• "its a breast implant"

• *clunking from the cabinets* "i think ive summoned something"

• "it seems to have collapsed. like the south."

• "the slogan for this cookbook is 'it's digestible'"

• "remember kids the main ingredient in pie pastry is self doubt"

• "fry in two tablespoons of crisco. on this episode of dead white people."

• "i didnt know tuberculosis had a color scheme"

• "ive baked a toilet."

• "how am i supposed to know how big your teacups are, ira?"

• "why do dead people like dates?"

• "easy does it. wouldn't want to ruin a disaster."

• "'ira honey i'm going to war.' 'over what?' 'your cooking'"

• "tastes like a boot. like a size 10 boot."

• "why just live in the great depression when you could also have chronic diarrhea"

• "it wants me to plumpen my prunes in water. well i won't be plumping my prunes in just anything. buy me dinner first."

• "it looks like a failed grave robbery"

• "walnuts aint gonna save this recipe sweetie"

• "you know its not bad it just vaguely tastes like a felony."

• "'where you goin with that tuna dylan?' 'oh you know just making jello"

• "this recipe is making me cry, not the onions"

• "are we sure this recipe wasnt written by a cat?"

• "it already looks like the great depression"

• "bake in a moderate oven. no need to get political"

•"don't tell gordon ramsey"

• "it tastes like a question mark. but a good question mark"

[jlf23tumble]

hi jen~ whats your thoughts on the recent Louis interview with Jojo?

It was good? I actually found the 98.9 interview wildly more entertaining (not least because Louis himself was struggling, this guy was not the best interviewer), but in both cases, we learned some things, and that's always fun! I would argue you learn WAY more in the 98.9 one, Jojo is mostly repetitive fluff/filler, but I feel like UAs were really selective with both options. Anyway, since you asked specifically about Jojo, here's a recap, I haven't done one of THOSE in a minute!

Unrelated takes from me: 1) Jojo's hair, wow!! 2) How is Louis hotter every time he's on this show? 3) All the prework Louis did for this rollout is truly fascinating, even the "live" pieces

And now some momentsTM that I liked from the interview:

Louis spent the first half of COVID doing nothing but putting his feet up (lol, I would reckon he actually HAD it at least once, too, but whatever), then in the second half, doing this record

He's doing "gewd, a LI'TLE bit tired"

Damn, he's into that dude from Stone (note to self: would I call Stone punk???), and I love how he says he's pretty judgmental when it comes to music, so he's figuring it's on him to bridge the taste gap with his fans and introduce a lot of stuff he thinks they're gonna love (me: yeah, because they ONLY listen to 4 guys, literally ever, that lens has room for growth, my friend)

FITF is a distinct different from Walls in that it was a) designed to stand up at a live show ("Every song," says Jojo, "YES, every single song," says Louis, "Bullshit," says me, "those late-era Streets weepy cryalongs work for one song, tops!") and b) it's "hopeful, there's no emotional weight" (says the dude who wrote Chicago)

Louis wrote 40 songs for this album, recorded 25, then picked 16, 17, and he won't go back and unvault them, so don't ask :(

There isn't a track with the title in it, he tried at least twice (two sets of writers), but it's quite 'ard to capture it down in words, cut to the feeling! (paraphrasing)

He HATES being in the room for a listening party or to debut some tracks: "You feel like a bit of dick, just sat there, nodding your head along to your own tunes." (his voice during this bit, uncapturable in text) He wants people to have their own opinion, and, "If I'm sat there, they won't say it's shit if it's dead eggy, no offense to people who do that," with a cheeky smile

Louis's drummer is also his musical director???

He goes into the pit at the end during KMM because it's the same energy he gets when he first walks out on stage, only x10, which sure is some feedback, if you're looking for it!

In answer to whether he has an alias for hotels, he does, but he can't remember the ones from 10 years ago and is pretty sure it's the same one today anyway (okay, stoner!), but regardless, it's obviously a fake name, which is annoying when hotel staff want ID during the many times he's locked himself out (always the hotel keys! free idea for Oli, maybe just create a fake ID for this pseud, McLovin style)

Only Louis can say he never wants to come across as arrogant or wanky, and because of that, it stopped him from looking at how important he is ("dare I say it!") or his songs are for people in some moments ("it's us as a collective") and not have it sound like garbage

His take on the video for Bigger Than Me was that because it's a big-sounding song, you need a nice-looking place, and you have to have a bit of narrative beyond just walking around, so he's building a fire: "maybe it represents GROWTH...maybe it's just a fire" (his voiceeee in all of this bit, too, sarcastically hilarious)

The best and worst moments in past performances are captured elsewhere (long pause for the classic Freddie in the crowd story, puking after too many vodka red bull top-ups on stage story, respectively), but the drinking on stage got me because I think it has been pretty well established that they DID drink on stage, that it wasn't rare, so maybe this was the first time??? Anyway, it WAS just after Zayn left, so could be lots more going on...I keep thinking of those water bottle reaction shots, plus Liam Payne's own casual descriptions

He moved away from anything too dance-y on Walls because he had already done it with Steve and Bebe but acknowledges he was close-minded and overthinking it on that album, hence he's embracing the dahnce here

Louder, for people in the back, he's different than he was 10 years ago, he feels he's constantly evolving as a person and as an artist, it's a moving puzzle

Jojo's obsessed with the paranormal, and Louis's a cynic (hello, new X Files one-shot), so Louis's happy to stay in whatever spooky room someone wants to assign him to and report back (bonus points if you know the special word that'll get the ghosts to talk to him, he's down for it)

I wanna know more about the time Louis had sleep paralysis and thought someone was sitting on his chest, but it was probably just sleep deprivation, not a hag (!!!)

The tattoo discussion gave the rather obvious reveal that Louis's main point in exchanging tats with Jojo was to mildly embarrass him, so he's owed some sort of retribution for covering up the shit emoji (typo in FITF sees like an odd choice, but I'm not in the know on "shaming radio DJs")

Disguises are silly because even on Louis's first ski trip after he was famous, he was covered head to toe, you could only see his eyes, and people still spotted him and wanted photos. Jojo figures someone must have told them, and Louis thinks it's because of Harry being equally famous the person who he was with, but Jojo points out that Harry this person would have been covered up, too, which really gets Louis thinking, lmao. I loved the bit with Jojo staring into Louis's eyes (Louis: "Yeah, you get it now")

Old friends are super British about Louis's fame and aren't that bothered ("in the nicest way"), so once a year (!!), they'll give him a well done ("I know--at least I hope--that they're proud of me, we don't talk about it," what, not even Stan? ouch)

Louis DOES have a special relationship with Chicago, this affiliation, so the goings on in the song are half theoretical/imaginative and half based on real events (OOHHHHHH????)

[mgg-theprettiestboy]

a spook-tacular day

matthew gray gubler x fem!reader

request: having a lazy day with Matthew, like y’all wake up at noon and lay in bed together. just giggling and talking about anything and everything. Matthew keeps sneaking little kisses. once y’all decide to get out of bed you make breakfast together and it ends in a messy food fight and burnt food so y’all just order some breakfast from a diner and cuddle on the couch all day!!

FLUFF!!!

in which halloween in quarantine isn’t all bad, being stuck with the world’s goofiest boyfriend

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, a small injury

The feeling of warmth that surrounded you when you woke up was just phenomenal. You usually did wake up pretty warm, but with your boyfriend pressed against your back, and his arms wrapped around you tightly, you were cozier than usual.

You were semi-dressed from the night before, so, carefully unraveling yourself from Matthew’s arms, you made your way out of the bed and to the bathroom to relieve yourself, before putting on some comfy pyjama bottoms. It was when you tried to sneak back into bed, did his eyes slowly begin to open.

“Morning, mop head,” you giggled as you referred to the fluffy mess of hair on his head. He just grumbled incoherently, his arms reaching out to you like a child wanting to be lifted. When you were close enough, he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you, before rolling over to he could lay on you, with his head buried in your neck and pressing small butterfly kisses. His clingy-ness and childlike behaviour only made you laugh, “come on now, you have to get up eventually.”

“Don’t wanna,” he pouted, tightening his arms around you, “I just want to stay in bed forever with my goddess of a girlfriend. Why is that so difficult?”

You laughed, wiggling in his hold to mess with him, “because said girlfriend wants food.”

“Don’t you have a stash of emergency oreos in your nightstand? Just eat them,” he whined, nuzzling his face further into your neck. You only laughed more as his scruffy stubble rubbed against your skin, and you could feel his lips against your neck curve into a grin.

“Can’t have oreos for breakfast, Gube, that is a new quarantine low that I refuse to hit,” you smiled, moving to run your hand through his hair and play with it. He whined again, “but I wanna stay in bed. Cuddling, playing with my hair, tickling, teasing...”

“Matthew!” You squealed as his hands moved to tickle your sides, and he grinned mischievously, now straddling you as he tickled you mercilessly and laughed as you squealed and squirmed and begged, “stop, pl-please! Ah, oh my god! You are so on the sofa tonight!”

That quickly grabbed his attention his hands stilling as he stole a kiss, before he raised his brows, “is that so?”

You gulped as you smiled cutely up at him, feeling his hands lightly press against your sides, the threat of him tickling you again still looming, “uh. No, not really. I love you too much to kick you out of bed.”

He narrowed his eyes at you playfully, but his smile began to grow as he hummed, leaning down to steal another kiss, “right answer, pretty girl.”

You leaned up and pecked his lips, before quickly shoving Matthew off of you and sprinting to the door while giggling. You heard him grunt, before laughing, “oh that's it. It’s on! It is on like Donkey Kong!”

You had to hold back your laughter as you ran around the house to evade him, before settling on a good hiding place. You could hear his footsteps running around, but since you had the head start, you had lost him already. Making your way to his office, you gently shut the door behind you before ducking to hide under his desk. You held your breath in anticipation when you heard his footsteps get closer.

“Since when did tag become hide and seek?” He called out, grinning like a fool in love. Matthew opened the door to his office, and he had to bite back a laugh when he saw toes peeking out from under his desk.

“Baby? Where are you hiding? You should know I'm gonna find you. I’m the master at hide and seek,” he said, before moving into the office and closing the door, “I know you’re in here.”

You could feel your adrenaline racing as you bit your lip, trying to breath as quietly as you could. You wondered what your boyfriend you do when he found you, and your mind began to wander...

“Boo!” Matthew’s face popped up from above the desk, making you scream and jump, which resulted in you bashing your head against the desk.

“Oh shit!” He quickly climbed off of the desk and sank onto his knees to pull you out from under the desk, concern lacing his features. You clutched where you hit your head, but he pulled your hands away and parted your hair as he frowned, “show me where you hit. How badly does it hurt?”

You winced slightly as he tenderly touched your head, before snorting a laugh. He mistook this for tears, and almost started crying himself, “shit, Y/N I'm so sorry, I didn't think you’d hurt yourself.”

You covered your mouth as you began to laugh, and he pulled away from you quickly to confirm that you were indeed, laughing your ass off. “I can’t believe I bonked my head against the desk like that,” you laughed, and Matthew huffed and shook his head, before his own smile began to grow, “you are a klutz alright.”

You gasped and whacked his arm, “hey, you're the one who scared me.”

He pouted and rubbed his arm, “well you’re the one who shoved me and ran away.”

“Well you're the one who started tickling me.”

“..... Okay you got me there.”

You giggled as he grinned, before he wrapped his arms around you to lift you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he carried you downstairs. He had changed, from wearing just his boxers, to an old worn Charlie Brown T-shirt and maroon shorts.

“Hey look, we’re matching,” you smiled, pointing at your Snoopy t-shirt. Well. It was Matthew’s t-shirt, technically. He grinned, kissing your nose as he walked into the kitchen, “awesome. And we did it unintentionally, too.”

You hummed and nodded, with a stupid smile on your face, as he sat you down on the kitchen counter. He tried to move to the fridge, but you had your ankles locked together so he couldn’t get far. He chuckled as you pulled him back closer to you, wrapping his arms around you, “I thought you were hungry?”

“I want a hug. Hug first, then food,” you mumbled as you shut your eyes and rested your head against his shoulder. You couldn't help yourself, he was just so huggable. He was your home, and you took so much comfort in his touch.

“How does French toast sound?” He whispered as he rubbed your back, making you sigh happily, “how does French kissing sound?”

 He snorted a laugh, looking down at you with a goofy grin, “sounds like you wanna eat me for breakfast.”

“Oh, absolutely Mr. Gubler,” you retorted, making him laugh as he finally moved over to the fridge, taking out the different things to make breakfast. You watched him move the the cupboards next, and you hopped off of the counter to start making coffee. You felt something pat your head, so you frowned and turned around, thinking Matthew was patting your head. When you looked to him, he was stood behind you, with a mischievous grin and a bag of flour in his hand.

“I didn’t think we needed flour for French toast?” You asked, and he giggled, “probably not.”

And then it dawned on you. You touched your head, gasping when you saw your hand was white, “Matthew! You little gremlin.”

“If anything, you're the little gremlin. I’m a big gremlin,” he grinned, making you scoff, “oh yeah? Could little gremlins do this?”

You grabbed an egg, and granted, you had to jump a little, but you cracked it over his head. His jaw dropped, and there was a moment of silence as you both just stared at each other. Then you both moved. He started throwing the flour at you, while you broke as many eggs over him as you could. After squeals and giggles, from the both of you, he had tackled you to the ground, where you both lay in a floury eggy mess, laughing your asses off.

“I can't wait to do this with kids someday,” he hummed, smiling happily at the thought. You scoffed, “yeah right. There’s no way we can have a food fight with our future babies, cause then they’ll think it’s okay to throw food, and we’ll be living in a food-coated nightmare.”

“This is why you’ll be the responsible parent, and I will not,” he kissed your forehead, before grimacing as you laughed at seeing his lips coated with flour. He wiped his mouth, before standing up and pulling you up to stand, “why don’t you go shower? I’ll tidy this up and order us some food.”

“Hmm, I would stay and help, but since you’re the little shit who started this whole food fight, I’ll leave you at it,” you pecked his lips, before moving around the mess and upstairs to the shower. He joined you after ten minutes, and soon enough, you were both cuddled up on the sofa, eating French toast at 2pm, and watching halloween movies in the ugliest matching Halloween sweaters Matthew could find.

“I love you so much, you colossal dork,” you mumbled, smiling as you watched your boyfriend massage your feet. He sighed over dramatically, “the things I do for you, and what do I get in return? Insulted!”

You laughed, “dork is an endearing term. You’re my dork.”

He grinned widely, crawling up to kiss you lightly, “and you’re mine.”

[hauntedflamingo]

How many kids? part one

Eggsy x Reader

A/N: this one is cuter than the last one I wrote about babies. At least the beginning of this part. After that I think it goes downhill. I wasn’t planning on writing this one next but that is what happened. Sorry for any mistakes. Also  Y/A/N is your agent name. i just left it like that cause I am not good at making names up.

  “What are you doing?” The chair you are sitting in slightly dips as Eggsy looks over your shoulder at the computer screen. “Nothing!” You quickly move the mouse to the x on a tab, closing that web page. 

“The page you just closed was named baby clothes.” He points out.

“I was looking at them for a friend.” You grumble, hoping your attitude will get him off the subject. Scrolling down the screen, you continue your quest to find a hotel room. You and Eggsy had time off from Kingsman and you wanted to take a mini vacation. 

“Have you decided on a destination?” He asks. 

Resting your head on the back of the chair, you look up at Eggsy “How about Las Vegas?” 

“Actually, Las Vegas is a little too far.” He looks down at you. 

“Oh. Where did you want to go?” You ask, trying to hide your disappointment. 

“I was thinking about Paris.” He offers. 

“Can we also go to Disneyland?” 

“Sure.” 

Once you make the reservations, you grab them from the printer and walk over to the door. Eggsy takes your seat and begins typing on the keyboard. 

“What are you doing?” You ask, leaning against the door. 

“Nothing!” He mocks you, moving the chair to hide your view of the computer. 

Turning around, you head downstairs to watch tv. A few minutes later, Eggsy walks downstairs joining you on the couch. He sits next to you and stares at you with a ridiculous grin on his face. 

“What?” You ask, starting to feel a little nervous. That face usually meant he was up to something. “Why did you have 20 pages open about baby items?” 

“I told you I was looking at them for a friend.” One of your friends really was pregnant and that got you thinking about having your own baby one day. “So that’s what you were doing. Spying on me.” 

“You are going to buy her a crib?” He teases. “And I wasn’t spying. I was just keeping myself up to date on your activities.” 

“No. I didn’t buy anything.” You insist. “I was curious as to how much baby items cost.”

 “So, you don’t have anything that you need to tell me?” He scoots closer to you.

 “Um. No...like what?” 

The next week is your trip to Paris and the first stop is Disneyland.

The whole morning you are staring at every baby you see in the park. Even at the store where you are supposed to be buying souvenirs, you are drawn to the baby clothes.

 Once you sit down to eat lunch, Eggsy starts his inquiry. “What’s going on with you? You seem to be a bit preoccupied today.” 

“What are you talking about?” You ask, cluelessly. 

“Every time we pass a baby, you can’t take your eyes off them.” 

“They are cute, aren’t they?” You gush. “With their chubby cheeks and their tiny fingers and toes.” 

Eggsy laughs at your comment, shaking his head before he takes a sip of his drink. 

As you continue to eat, your mind races. You have to tell him. But how? The easiest way was to spit it out. “I want a baby.” You whisper. 

“Can you say that again?” He moves in closer, leaning his head towards yours. “I couldn’t hear you.”

 “I want a baby.” 

“Why didn’t you say something?” A smile spreads across his face. 

“Well…we haven’t talked about them for a while and I wasn’t sure if you still wanted one.” 

That seemed like an eternity ago.

 ……………………………………………………………………………………………

 Muting the tv, you turn on your side to face Eggsy. “I want to talk to you about something.” You whisper. 

“What is it, love?” He reaches over to rub your arm. 

You let out a breath, you didn’t know you were holding in. It shouldn’t be this hard to tell him how you feel. “I was thinking about getting birth control.” You spit out, hoping he doesn’t get mad. Your heart starts to speed up as you continue speaking. Worried about what he is going to say. 

“I mean, we have enough kids, right? You didn’t want anymore, did you?” Looking down, you watch your little girl sleep in between you and Eggsy. 

It seems like an eternity before he finally answers. “Yes. We have enough kids. I think birth control is a great idea.” 

That was not the answer you were expecting. For some reason, you thought you were going to have to fight with him on this subject.I wonder what he will say to the next question. “Can you go with me to the appointment so we can discuss the options together?” 

“Of course, I will go with you. But right now, this little one needs to get to her own bed.” Eggsy picks her up, cradling her against his body as he stands from the bed. 

“Wait!” You whisper, standing up from the bed. You meet Eggsy at the door before he leaves to give her a kiss. “Good night my sweet girl.”

 Sitting down on the bed, you grab the baby monitor from the bed side table and turn it on. You stare at it while you wait to hear Eggy’s voice from the other one. 

“Agent Galahad to Agent Y/A/N, she is tucked in and ready for a full night’s sleep.” 

“I hope so.” 

“I am going to check on the rest of the kids.” 

“Okay.” You set the monitor down. A few minutes later, Eggsy is back in the room. “Surprisingly, they were all asleep.” 

“Wow. That’s never happens.” You should have known since nobody ran into the room in the last 20 minutes. 

When they call your name, Eggsy follows you carrying your little girl. “We need to test you first to make sure you’re not pregnant before we put you on birth control.” The doctor says, holding out a cup for you to pee in. “Ok. I will be right back.” You grab the cup and leave the room to the toilets. After you pee, you head back to the exam room. Thirty minutes later and you are still waiting for the doctor to come back. “What is taking her so long?” You ask Eggsy. He shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know.” The doctor walks back in with a smile on her face. “Well, you won’t need birth control any time soon.”

 “Why?” You ask warily, confused by her suddenly cheerful attitude. “You’re already pregnant. Congratulations!” She looks from you to Eggsy Shock is an understatement of how you feel. Eggsy was lucky he was holding your daughter. Otherwise, you would have thrown something at him. You give Eggsy the death stare as the doctor continues to speak, not listening to her. Eggsy continues the rest of the conversation with the doctor. He also speaks to the receptionist to set up your next appointment.

 You follow him out to the car. He buckles the baby into the car seat while you get into the passenger seat. “Do you want to get something for lunch before we head home?” Eggsy asks, starting the car. You don’t even hear his question. You are in your own world as you stare out the window. He nudges your shoulder “Y/N??” You look over at him “What!”

 “Do you want to get something to eat?” Eggsy repeats.

“Yeah. Sure. Whatever you want.” By the time you go through the drive thru and get home the baby is asleep. You take her to her bedroom and put her in the crib while Eggsy brings the food into the house. You sit down at the dining room table, barley touching your food. 

“You need to eat.” He orders. 

You pick up a fry from Eggsy’s food and throw it at him. Looking down, you run your hands through your hair. “We just went through this the other day.” 

“Well obviously, you got pregnant before our conversation.” 

“It’s not funny.” You mumble, on the verge of tears. Eggsy gets up from his chair and squats down next to you. “Baby don’t cry. We will figure it out.” 

“I thought we were done.” The tears fall down your face. “I don’t know if I can handle five kids.”

tag: @deankarnysbitch​

[renova-writes]

Coney Island Hotdogs

Requested by: @maximeevansblog

Summary: “The reader is the daughter of bucky barnes, and the have a daddy - daugther Day, but the reader wants to sleep but her dad has other plans , and end of the Day the asks what do you wanna eat Mac donalds and the watch a movie, but the reader falls a sleep trough the movie, and he carries her to bed, but she wakes up and her dad she go back to sleep button, i am carring you to bed, and allot of fluff and cuteness and if its ready you tag me right thanks”

Words: 2,004

Warnings: Just basically a bunch of Fluff. Some mentions of bullying and death, but very light and fun

Other Works: masterlist

"Five more minutes," you whined. The clock on your bedstand read 5:39 am.

"Hey, button," you heard a voice whisper. The dark locks dangling over you told you that it was your father. "Get dressed. I have a surprise for you."

"It's too early."

"I know, but I'll make you a (your favorite caffeinated drink)" Your dad obviously wanted you to get up but was not going to force you. That was one of your favorite things about him. He never forced you to do anything you didn't want to.

"Really" Your sleepy eyes lit up at the mention of caffeine.

"Yes button, really. I promise. Just get yourself ready to go, and it will be waiting for you" he smiled and walked out of your room, "Also, bring a jacket. Just in case."

With that, your dad left. As you paused for a moment in your bedsheets, soaking up the last moments of fluffy warmth before you needed to get up, excitement crawled up your spine. It wasn't often that you and your dad did things, just the two of you. He was always busy with the Avengers, or you two were over with Sam and his family. When you did make time for special days, he usually asked you what you wanted to do beforehand.

His walking into your room at five in the morning, asking you to get up so that you two could have a bonding day, was unusual. He must have something special planned.

You forced yourself to get out of bed. That was going to be the hardest part. Half asleep, you dragged yourself over to the bathroom. You did your business and paused after washing your hands to brush your teeth and your hair. A smile crept across your face in the mirror as you tried to guess what you were going to do.

The zoo? The park? Maybe the museums?

You lived in the Avenger's tower in the heart of New York City, so there were many options. You gave up trying to guess and decided to go with whatever. It was going to be fun no matter what.

It was the beginning of spring, so it was warm during the day but cold in the mornings. You picked out a light floral dress, leggings, and a cardigan so that you could have layers. Some essential jewelry and your boots would also be a part of your outfit.

After putting on your clothes and some basic makeup, you made your way to the main room of your apartment. Just like he had promised, your dad had gotten your beverage from the Starbucks next to the lobby. He had probably gotten it before waking you up as it was sitting in the microwave/fridge.

"Hey button. Nice to see that you finally have awoken from your cavern of blankets," he joked, "You ready. I've got an amazing day planned out. Just the two of us."

"Yep. Where are we going."

"Button, that's a surprise!"

"Tell me!!" you giggled.

"Well, it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you," he smiled. A goofy grin was on his face, with admiration pouring out of his eyes.

"Just a hint…" you begged. "I'll probably forget by the time we get there."

"No. I want it to be a complete surprise," your dad insisted, "that's why, after you drink your drink, I want you to put on a blindfold."

Oh dear, he was very insistent about this whole surprise thing.

"But first, BREAKFAST!!!" he exclaimed as he presented you with your favorite breakfast, waffles, and strawberries. The plate seemed to sparkle with deliciousness as your stomach cried out in hunger.

"Yummy!!!"

"See, I remembered your favorite" he seemed very proud of himself. You had mentioned that you liked waffles when Wanda had made them for a birthday breakfast.

"Dig in! I put some strawberry syrup into the waffles themselves so that we would have extra strawberry flavor."

He handed you a fork and a knife, and you cut into them. The heat fell off of the bite on your forked, and you braced yourself in anticipation. Your father could cook; he and Steve used to make dinners for the team. But that was with Steve, now that he was gone, your dad rarely cooked. It had been hard for him. He was slowly getting over it; you definitely helped. Having somebody to take of, his therapist agreed, was very good for him. But his food was very hit or miss. This morning, however, the waffles were amazing.

The strawberries tasted fresh and had the perfect amount of sweetness. The waffles were eggy, precisely the way you liked them.

"Dad! These are delicious!" you exclaimed.

"I know, right, they're so good," he nodded in agreement, "but can I admit something? I stole the recipe off Auntie Wanda."

It didn't matter where he got the recipe from. They were delicious. It took the two of you a total of 10 minutes to eat the entire plateful.

He pulled a blindfold out of his pocket and put it around your eyes. You had faith that he wouldn't let you bump into anything. You weren't going to have to worry about the crowded city streets. When the strangers passing by got a glimpse of his metal arm, they always made a beeline away from him.

You knew it hurt him. You could see it in his eyes. He was your dad, after all. When you were younger, you couldn't understand why they were afraid, but now that you were older, you knew. It never, even for a second, hurt your relationship with your dad. You loved him. You knew that the real James Barnes was a cinnamon roll. This was a man who wouldn't kill spiders when he found them in the kitchen. This was a man who hung out with the Parker boy and played video games.

Even though the blindfold around your eyes took away your sight, you knew that your dad was checking to see if his gun was where he needed it. After all, he was the Winter Soldier. But that was an everyday thing. When he stopped rustling with his pockets, you felt a hand on your shoulder guiding you out of the room.

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As soon as you heard the crowd's excitement, you knew where you were. The smell of cotton candy and hot dogs confirmed it.

Your dad had taken you to Coney Island.

You hadn't been there since you were a little kid and couldn't control your excitement. The hand that had been guiding you on your shoulder disappeared and removed the blindfold.

After taking a moment to adjust to the light, your eyes took in the flashing lights and kids running around. The roller coasters and carnival games all around you captivated your attention and caused a smile to form on your face.

"How's this for a surprise Button?"

"Dad, this is amazing! Thank you!!!"

"What ride do you want to go on first?"

The morning flew by in a blur. You and your dad had decided to go on every single ride you could. He had enjoyed the bumper cars and had won you a stuffed panda bear on one of the shooting games. You got the famous coney island hot dogs for lunch and ate on a bench on the beach. The entire morning, there was one thing that you really wanted to do… Ride the Cyclone.

"Hey, dad….."

"Yes Button"

"Can we ride the Cyclone"

"Um. of course. We have to. What's the point of coming here if we don't."

You threw away your trash and got in line. A man with purple hair and tattoos strapped the two of you in and took your picture.

"Alrighty ladies and gents," the loudspeaker in the car said. "Are you ready for the Cyclone"

Everyone on the train whooped and hollered in excitement, and the car lurched forward. Slowly you crept up the first hill and felt the adrenaline follow. At the top, you saw the people on the benches below. You couldn't help but compare them to little dolls from your height.

With that, the car reached the top of the hill and falls.

"Whoa, Button, I think I'm going to be sick," Buck said once you were off. He was looking somewhat green and queasy.

It was your turn to guide him... to a trash can. It turned out he wasn't going to throw up, which you were grateful for, but the Cyclone's toll had been taken. He rested his body on a bench and called it quits.

"What time is it," he asked. You checked your watch. It was two in the afternoon. "How about we do something a little, slower."

"Sure," you agreed. You were in Brooklyn, his home borough, and he decided to take you on a tour of where he grew up.

"And this is the alleyway where your Uncle Steve decided to get in all those fights," he said you passed by. "One time, after I saved his tiny ass, he told me that he thought he had pulled a muscle, and I was all like, 'Steve, you can't pull what you don't have."

You giggled at the thought of skinny Steve. Continuing on your tour, you saw his old apartment and walked through the one he shared with Steve. It had been turned into a museum, and you laughed together for an hour as he pointed out every single detail that had been changed.

"There was no way that we could have two beds! There was no heater, so we shared one! Why would they change that! It wasn't like we had anything going on between us!" he argued. You laughed as the tour guide still could not recognize one of the old occupants of the apartment.

Once your dad seemed satisfied with his tour, the two of you walked down to the nearest subway stop. In the underground station, you passed those golden arches.

"Dad, can we get McDonald's," you asked.

"Are you sure, Button, we can get much better food back a the tower"

"Yeah, we haven't had it in forever, and I need to feed my inner Chicken nugget," you joked.

He must have been in an excellent mood because he gave in to the lure of the golden arches. He also seemed like he really wanted a burger because he got his usual order, Two big macs, a large fry, and an M&M McFlurry. The super-soldier serum had granted him the ability and need to eat loads of food. You also figured that he wanted a break from Pepper's food because she had decided that the entire team needed to become more healthy conscience. It wasn't that anyone hated her food; it was just somewhat bland. And besides, who wants couscous when you can have Micky D's.

After Bucky had wolfed down his food, and you had savored each bite of Chicken Nugget, you got on the train back home. You could feel yourself grow tired as your body finally rested from an exciting and full day. Your head drooped down and rested on your father's shoulder.

"Hey, button, let's watch a movie in the tower."

He picked out a classic, The Wizard of Oz, and made popcorn. You barely made it to the tornado before your eyes finally gave up. You were so tired that you didn't feel your dad pick you up and start carrying you to your bed.

Your eyes fluttered open as you heard 'If only I had a heart' playing from the TV.

"Hey, Button," your dad's voice whispered, "You fell asleep. I didn't want you to wake up on the sofa, so I'm taking you to your bed."

He laid you down and pulled up the blankets. With a kiss on your forehead, turned to leave.

"Dad, I love you," you called out.

"I love you too, Button" On that note, he turned out your light and closed your door

[old-crabapple-mckinley]

unfocused reaction to wot 10: crossroads of twilight

hoo boy.

so like, nothing happened. it kinda sucked, full stop. this probably could have been about a fourth of a better paced book tbh. this felt like a huge waste of time. it was the worst of the bunch by far!

the good

i think the best plot by far was alviarin & the white tower. because there's actual tension! there are stakes because we knew mesaana was in the tower, we hate elaida but know she's not a darkfriend so we have to be on her side, and the black hunters are getting results! And then the chapter where alviarin sees mesaana get got by the dark one? so so good! so many good spinning plates here.

the salidar tower voting to ask ashaman help was good, and the idea that shadar logoth was destroyed by forsaken is a cool misunderstanding! (but with the power of traveling or TAR, this could easily be rectified, but thats another issue.) side note: man it seems like robert jordan wants to pick on sheriam all the time. it seems like he's mean to her!

the bad, and there's a lot:

like the 1st half of the book was just people reacting to rand and nynaeve cleansing saidin, which is neat that it was felt around the world, but damn it took up a hell of a lot of time

rand is dumb for creating an unstable army wielding an incredibly destructive force, giving it to a power hungry warlord with no supervision, then getting rid of the only drawback on their use of said destructive force. like dude. check in once a week or something, jesus. nothing was ever stopping the ashaman from being a legit organization attached to the dragon reborn, so i dont know what the thought of freewheeling so hard was there. perhaps there was none. the black tower isn't fun to read.

(i can deffo see some sinister implications about the black tower and i dont like it, "im super strong at magic and i can use a sword, and all the women aren't as powerful as my magic, and if i kiss them they get bonded to me and i can have sex with them". a bunch of yikes at that crazy male power fantasy.)

what even happened with elayne? nothing interesting. gathering houses for the throne. everything with her is tedious and it's plain she's gonna be queen so there feels like there arent any stakes. also bullshit pregnancy plot is bad and handled bad. but she took the bath so i get that meme now.

i was under the impression a couple books ago that egwene's army was gonna siege tar valon and that would have been dope as hell! but she just kinda hung out outside the city and negotiations have only just opened up. i wish there was more conflict or anything that shows something was happening. there are a bunch of loose threads in eggy's camp right now and not enough focus has been dedicated to make any of them strong (saidin murder, cuendillar factory, attacking the tower, negotiation with the tower, etc)

release perrin from this storyline plz. berelain is more interesting than the story gives her credit for. "the dead have risen in this town" sounds like a fuckin sidequest if i ever head one

im not charmed by mat the way other people are, and his dynamic with tuon at this point isn't doing anything for me. mat's reliance on in-universe adages about women/gender stereotypes and him being surprised when they backfire has always bugged me (give this man some brains!!!), and him stumbling into courting tuon is another boring use of this (at this point) super overused device.

as a side note, they could have used thom as the way to hook up with valen luca since he and juilin were there in the fires of heaven. not that i care too much about thom, but he has been hardcore sidelined and it seems odd to me that noal has been added as yet another old man mat is friends with. as far as i can tell, thom could easily fill in whatever role noal is playing. juilen has really become useless too. i liked him in book 3. but now he's just another name i have to remember at this point. which bums me out.

im fuckin ready for this knife to kill me in my dreams y'all.

[jaffacakerebellion]

Hey it's Eggy Anon calling and may I just start by thanking you for the nickname, love it! I think you might indeed be on your way to becoming the tumblr egg guy but I'd consider it an honour! :D 

 

I really enjoyed your reply and that egg custard tart you described sounds amazing and it's definitely my mission now to try one! All those dishes you mentioned got me wondering if eggs have a significant role in British food culture? I never thought about it even though I lived there for a few years and also became a little obsessed with eggs. I would eat a bunch of them daily and my egg cooking game improved massively. And when it comes to british food in general, I really enjoyed every british dish I tried despite its bland reputation (deep fried mars bar was pushing it a little ngl). Though I did eat the vegetarian versions of most dishes so I probably didn't get the most authentic experience.

Eggy Anon my beloved! <3

I think eggs are quite important in British cuisine because basically they've been quite an accessible staple in Britain for hundreds of years. If you think about the geography of the UK, in terms of food, the only protein you can really get are meat from livestock, dairy products (which are also quite fatty and therefore good for keeping you going), fish and eggs. Eggs are way easier to get your hands on than fish (which you fish for), meat (which you have to butcher and cook/ preserve/ prepare), and dairy products (require milking and then preparation- cheese can take years).

A lot of British food is meat, potatoes and other veg because that's what we're able to get, basically. But the different parts of the country and the class structure have meant that people have adapted their diets differently.

For example, in largely-dispersed farming communities in the UK, up until less than 50 years ago it was regular for households to make 'pottage' for the winter, which is basically where you place a pot on top of a fire/stove which never goes out for the whole winter, and you just throw in any food you can get your hands on. Grains, vegetables, any meat you can catch, beans. This would just cook continually to avoid mould or germs or whatever, which would eat up fuel but that would just keep the house warm, too. It would be a good idea for the communities to keep chickens around this time to keep a continual supply of eggs or meat if they needed it. I think it was an idea brought over by the anglo-saxons, if I'm not mistaken.

Back in the middle ages, it was very hard for people to get protein and the average person would eat 2-3lbs of rough wheat & rye bread per day (as in, the bread would contain both wheat and rye). If you kept chickens during this time, you'd be way better off I imagine, although this is just my personal speculation.

Britain has many wonderful herbs which can create interesting flavours, although they're not really used much anymore. I mean, dandelion and burdock and wild garlic aren't as valuable as they were because Britain starting colonising other places and straight up thieving some wonderful herbs and spices from places like India and the West Indies, and creating plantations for the things they liked and wanted more of. Once we realised that we could totally fuck the rest of the world over and take whatever the fuck we want then we got things like ginger and tamarind and cumin, and drinks like tea and coffee, and damn the consequences. This is very much reflected in British cuisine.

I've been meaning to read 'The Medieval Cookbook' by Maggie Black, it's got lots of wonderful recipes inside which really contextualise a slice of culinary history and help us open up that slice of history because of the things we know people had access to, due to those recipes left behind. Really, textiles and food and other things found in the home, once looked at closely, can tell you more about history than documents and treaties and speeches. An Aran Isle sweater or a Welsh Love Spoon can tell you more about the geography, culture and history of Aran or Wales than a historian could put into words, honestly.

So yeah, a place is just made up of the things it's got and the people there.

Anyway, here's one of Maggie's recipes which she's put on the internet which I'd totally try:

Rose pudding:

Ingredients

Petals of one white rose

4 level tbsp rice flour or cornflour

275ml milk

50g caster sugar

3/4 tsp ground cinnamon

3/4 tsp ground ginger

575ml single cream

Pinch of salt

10 dessert dates, stoned and finely chopped

1 tbsp chopped pine nut kernels

Method

Take the petals off the rose one by one. Blanch the petals in boiling water for 2 minutes, then press them between several sheets of soft kitchen paper and put a heavy flat weight on top to squeeze them dry. (They may look depressingly greyish but blending will improve the dish’s colour.) Put the rice flour or cornflour in a saucepan, and blend into it enough of the milk to make a smooth cream. Stir in the remaining milk. Place the pan over low heat and stir until the mixture starts to thicken. Put in a (non-medieval!) electric blender, and add the sugar, spices and rose petals. Process until fully blended, then add and blend in the cream and salt. Turn the mixture into a heavy saucepan, and stir over very low heat, below the boil, until it is the consistency of softly whipped cream. Stir in most of the chopped dates and pine nut kernels and stir for 2 more minutes. Turn into a glass or decorative bowl and cool. Stir occasionally while cooling to prevent a skin forming. Chill. Just before serving decorate with the remaining dates and nuts.

[ichika27]

Mairimashita! Iruma-kun s2 ep7

Still continuing on the quest to get the Royal One classroom, Iruma and his classmates try their best to get everyone to sign letters of approval. It was entertaining, not gonna lie.

Robin-sensei doesn’t even have to be convinced. He wants to teach at the Royal One classroom so he’d benefit from giving the kids his approval. Not everyone is like him though especially since many of the teachers are also scared of Kalego-sensei.

The class, led by Iruma, thought the best way to go about this is to give the teachers a reason to sign. On their first try they had Jazz steal Kalego-sensei’s diary to bribe the teacher who’s into Kalego himself. It worked. This also showed off Jazz’s abilities and how he uses them to pickpocket.

Next, Allocer convinces the teacher to sign in exchange for intellectual discussions.

On the other hand, Kamui also has a teacher sign in exchange for a different type of discussion. One involving “culture”, if you know what I mean.

Gaap and Agares team up to help with gardening and it proved very successful cause the teacher not only gave her own stamp but she had gotten some teachers she works with to give their own stamps as well.

The ones above are some of the easiest. The rest of the teachers they have to have plans. Asmodeus exchanges his assistance to another student in return for information on the teachers. The student was part of the Battler Azz was temporarily in and was confused cause Azz didn’t want to help them before (by using fire magic) so why now? Cause Iruma. It’s always Iruma with Azz.

By far the easiest out of all the stamps they had to get. Grandpa will always be happy to help!

Iruma is still in his Wicked Phase though and it’s still something significant so of course, grandpa asks Iruma if he could take a photo to commemorate this occasion.

Iruma responds by getting all of them in a selfie surprising both gramps and Opera. He's one of those rebellious kids who still loves their family here. It’s so cute!

Next part of the plan is Iruma getting the support of the Student Council (by that, I meant Ameri). If they could get a letter from the student council, they could persuade even some of the teachers who were against it before.

He got Ameri to sign, of course! I didn’t take a screenshot of it but it’s an Iruma x Ameri moment and if you ship that you should totally watch it.

Lied, with Elizabetta as support, is battling against a teacher for his stamp. The game is Anjalaka which Clara created herself. It’s a pretty confusing and chaotic game which is not surprising considering who made it.

Lied’s ability is to steal someone’s senses for a certain period of time. And here I was wondering how his games got people hospitalized like Kalego-sensei said. I now know.

Sabnock has to talk to the same teacher he fought and injured on the first day of school (as seen way back at the start of season 1). The teacher is still obviously pissed at this and was ready for Sabnock if the kid wanted another fight.

In a surprising turn of events, Sabnock instead apologizes for his terrible behavior and what he’s done back then (cause he learned a very valuable lesson from Iruma, also back in season 1). He’s realized he was wrong and wants to at least apologize even if he doesn’t get forgiven. The teacher was shocked by this and is happy Sabnock is growing to be a better person and gave his sign of approval to support them.

On the 3rd day they finally got almost all of the signatures they needed. Only one teacher left and it’s going to be the most difficult one. How would they be able to get the guy to sign? I don’t know but I’m excited to find out!

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Some stuff I’d like to say about this episode:

The stuff they did to get the teachers’ stamps felt like I was watching a video game moment. You know those little side quest you have to do collect certain items in games or complete tasks? Yeah, it’s like this. It felt like watching everyone do a minigame. I like rpg games so that was entertaining to watch. If this were a game, this arc would be an entire section of plot-related mini games.

It’s fun to see how the class used their special abilities to get the stamps. For some of them (like Jazz, Kamui, and Lied) they used the very same abilities that got them admitted in the Abnormal Class in the first place. They caused problems using those abilities but instead of hiding those in order to get the teacher’s to approve of them, Iruma had those used to their advantage instead. I thought that was pretty cool. He did tell Ameri that he thinks their class is better than what everyone perceives them to be and that they just needed a chance. Iruma wasn’t lying about that.

Also, Iruma is their leader, obviously and it was surprising how everyone was cool with it and didn’t question it at all. No one complained about him giving orders. They had doubts about this all succeeding, yeah, but they had no complaints and they followed Iruma anyways.

Something I wasn’t able to mention earlier in this post but Kerori offered to use her idol persona to try and convince the teachers to sign but Iruma knew she’d like to keep her other persona a secret and told her she didn’t have to. She offered at the time they still had more letters needed signing but Iruma isn’t desperate enough to have a classmate put herself on the spotlight in ways she wouldn’t want to. Kerori seem to appreciate that very much. I like how close they became after the idol incident in the first season. They’re talking normally and she can bring up the idol thing to him without worry.

I wonder if Clara’s Anjalaka could ever be made into a real game at least, in fiction. Like I said before, if this was a video game, that would be a plot-related mini game and it seems so complicated and time-consuming (it has 1k+ pieces) that I’m not sure if anyone could pull it off.

I like this arc. It’s not as “epic” as the hype made it feel like it’s gonna be but it’s really fun to see what they’d do. The other students of the Abnormal Class is given the spotlight making them more than just Iruma’s classmates. It’s also not just them, some of the teachers were showcased, too with their personality, abilities, or both!

Next episode they’re finally dealing with Kalego-sensei! I also wasn’t able to mention this earlier but to distract him in order to steal his diary, Iruma lies to Kalego and tells him that Iruma plans on turning him into his familiar form and asking him to sign using their familiar bond which pissed off Kalego. That and Iruma calling him Eggie-sensei (like Clara does) lol.

Thanks for reading! Hope that wasn’t a bad waste of time.

[charlettebffxiv]

Prompt #19 Hungry (Extra Credits)

Gurgling guts are gross, and annoying. If Charlette could silence hers forever, without starving, she would. But as biology would have it this was never going to happen. Instead she had to close her book, get up from her comfortable chair in front of her lovely desk and the small, window-framed view of the village outside and go to the pantry. It was a hassle, eating. Would that she could learn to survive off of aether alone like in the legends of monks in Ala Mhigo or Doma. But no, here she was, collecting eggs to feed into her fleshy construct in an effort to keep going. It’s ilms from being a paradox: spend time making food, so you can have more time doing other things. Well, there is the benefit that food is wonderful, especially this favoured snack of hers.

Scrambled eggs on toast was not just something she learned to make because Charlette spent as little time in the kitchen as possible. Yes, the fact it’s so easy to make a partially reanimated corpse could master it, and that it was one of the quickest meals to prepare, did play a role in her making it almost every sun. But it’s also, you know, really really good. Three eggs, two slices of good, fresh bread lightly toasted in a pan with a small knob of butter. No milk or anything to add during the beating, just a handful of chives. Yes, that’s a lot of chives, but no one else was eating this but her, so damn that opinion. It’s what breath mints were made for anyway. It goes right in the same bin as the idea of ‘creamy’ eggs do. If Charlette wanted to eat bird snot, she would throw pepper in a chocobo’s face and stand ready to catch it with her plate. Disgusting. If you can’t stab your fork into it, it’s not bloody cooked. The very thought of it was getting to her, as she scraped the crumbling treat from the pan, onto her toast. You could tell by how she was hitting the pan hard enough to attract some attention. “Hungry, Bluebell?” Algernon Bellamy peaked around the doorframe of the kitchen, his slate-grey face looking a little concerned when regarding his daughter's furious cooking. “Not going to snap another pan handle, are we?” Charlette gave her father a withering glance “No, and that pan already had a crack in it. This one is fine.” two long strides and he stood next to her, looking down at the simple meal. There’s a thing he did, when he was trying to sum up a gentle way of letting someone know what he thought, his eyes became very narrow and his lips very frowned. “You are done? With this?” he waved a hand over her lunch, a flick of a wrist and a downward glance not hiding his worry that she might say yes. “Yes, it is done.” oh he frowned so much more, you would think she had cursed his mother’s ashes. He held up a finger, swung it toward her “One moment.” and strode over to the pantry. Algernon never half-did anything, not his tailoring, not his posture, not his dress, not raising his daughters and certainly not food. His or theirs. It was insufferable. “Eggs on bread, darling, is not a meal. It’s curdled custard. An aborted cake. The lazy woman’s aioli.” Charlette’s stomach rumbled as she waited for him to get to his point. “I quite enjoy a good, aborted cake on toast.” his head shot out of the pantry, disappointment open and over-acted “How dare you.” and he was gone again. But not silenced. “If you insist on shoveling that gross fare into your beautiful face, then at least cover it like you would a pimple on your chin. With the food equivalent of make-up.” Charlette was standing at the doorway, just about ready to walk off and leave her father to his preaching. “You want me to slather base onto my eggs? Are you sure you still remember how to cook, ‘elder’.” he finally returned, holding three items. Half a cheese wheel, small enough to hold in one hand, a jar of pine nuts and a sprig of rosemary. “Don’t call me that, now set that plate down before I ground you, you little shit.” No, you never stop being your parent’s little one, no matter how tall or old or wrinkly you get. Charlette laid her plate down, and enjoyed this comforting fact by hiding it behind an impatient frown, and a gentle sigh. “It is inevitable, Bluebell. A Bellamy will always prefer the finer things. Do not fight it. Now.” he held up the cheese, then placed it down. “A sharp pecorino, grated over the top.” He snatched the grater from the wall, and handed it to her. “I’ll say ‘when’.” And Charlette went about it. The soft, white flakes of the slightly stiff cheese falling over her perfectly good meal added a light dusting over the top, just enough warmth within to make them wilt, and shine with a gentle melt. “When! Add a few pine nuts, not too many! A little salt, a little pepper.” Algernon grabbed a pinch of each and sprinkled them across the cheese-capped mounds. “And just a little crushed rosemary.” he plucked several leaves from the sprig, placing some in the palm of her hand, and holding some in his. Pressing his thumb into them, a soft crunch sounded out. Charlette did the same, Algernon spreading his over one eggy-slice, with a little flair of a lifted elbow, pinched fingers, but a raised pinky and ring finger. Charlette mimicked him, but lacked the confidence. “And there! I present to you, my sweet child, the miracle we have created. It is called food.” Charlette was aiming to be back at her books within minutes of completing that meal. But perhaps making them wait a little longer wouldn’t be the worst thing. After all she was busy enjoying the end to annoying hunger by sharing a slice of what was now her favourite snack, with her dad. “You really never saw me eating that before?” she asked him, her final bite having just been finished. “Of course I did. But you were not ready yet, to have your mind changed. Your stubbornness needed to age a little, get nice and lazy and lax with its duties.” Argument was on the tip of her tongue, but then she just let it go. How strange, she thought. “I suppose it did, in more ways than one.” He actually looked surprised. It was perhaps the best flavour she got to savour that sun.

[castlesandships]

Taylor Swift and Easter Eggs

A transcript of a Lover era video that really just emphasizes how she encourages us to be crackpot detectives. ;)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O3YGh73XQU8

“Hey, guys, it’s Taylor Swift, and today I’m going to talk to you about Easter eggs. No, not the bunny pastel Easter eggs, although I really do like that aesthetic right now.  I’m loving pastels. But the Easter eggs I’m gonna talk to you right now about are the kind of cryptic, message-sending Easter eggs. When you’re watching a movie or music video and you notice something in the background, and that some thing leads to you was, sort of, behind-the-scenes information, that’s an Easter egg. So I love to communicate via Easter eggs. I think the best messages are cryptic ones, so I’m going to lead you through my favorite kinds of Easter eggs to lay.

“Easter eggs can be left on clothing or jewelry. This is one of my favorite ways to do this, because you wear something that foreshadows something else, and people don’t usually find out this one immediately, but they know you are probably sending a message. They’ll figure it out in time. Lots of examples of this exist over the history of my career, which I hope they have put near my face.

“A specific way you can leave Easter eggs is on nails. I’m not doing it right now, I just like glitter, but there was a specific occasion where I did a Spotify vertical video for Delicate, and I painted my nails the exact color tones that I wanted the next album to be. Some people picked up on it, immediately, others picked up on it a few months down the line, but it made me feel nice to know that when you plan something that far in advance—It’s kind of, you’re actually kind of just just flexing on planning, that’s what an Easter egg does. You’re really just like, “I planned this two years in advance!”Another way that I really like to use Easter eggs is I like to plant them in set design for photo shoots or music videos. I like to put coded messaging sort of, you can see like a sign on a building or something on a wall, graffiti, a code that has me opening a door could be something significant. And you know, I really started doing this in music videos much more during the reputation era, because I wasn’t doing interviews, and so I still wanted to be able to communicate messages to the fans. So the Easter eggs really wouldn’t overdrive. I think the most Easter eggy video of my entire career thus far was Look What You Made Me Do. Literally the whole video is just an Easter egg. It’s like thousands of Easter eggs. There’s still some that people still haven’t found. It will be decades before people find them all.

“I’m gonna take you back now to my original favorite way of Easter egg dropping, and that is my first album. It’s encoding messages into the lyrics. This is how I first started doing this. I just thought, "Why not capitalize random letters and see if the fans figure out that if you take all the random letters and you put them together, it spells out little codes, secret messages?" It could be one secret message per song, but then in other albums I had a secret message, like a story, that would go throughout the whole lyrics. I like this because, to me, it makes people read the lyrics, it makes an album more of an event. Easter eggs are a way to really sort of expand the experience of seeing something or hearing music.

“Another way you can drop hints and leave an Easter egg is in print. I’ll do an interview that's supposed to come out way before something else is supposed to come out, and I’ll foreshadow this thing that’s supposed to come out in this interview that I do that comes out way before this thing comes out. So for example I did a magazine interview where I mention Brandon Urie, I mention his band Panic! at the Disco, you know, months before anyone found out that I had then done a song with him.

“I also had a calendar in my merch line. On this calendar, I made sure to put a wax seal stamp of a 13 on April 13 because I had an idea ages ago that I wanted to do a 13-day countdown starting on April 13. So many 13s. Anyway, people started noticing there’s a wax seal on this date. What’s going on with this date? Sure enough, that was a date that we started the countdown for the new album. The new song and the whole thing.

“Another way that an Easter egg can express your message is through symbolism. So in a lot of the time I pick something that I think symbolizes something else. Like a snake as a mascot for feeling misunderstood or being somebody that’s not going to strike unless they’re stepped on. Or a butterfly, which is kind of just breaking free of that darkness and fluttering into the light. Or a palm tree. I did a post on my Instagram, and I posted seven palm trees. And I posted on the day that I finished my seventh album. And a palm trees symbolizes new birth, new beginnings, positive energy, so… [peace sign].

“And the last thing I will mention is my go-to Easter eggs. These are things that may not lead to something in the future, but they’re just a tribute to my love to them. Those things are 13s and cats. If you see a cat in symbolism in my Easter egg situation, that’s just because I love cats. It’s really that simple. Sometimes it means nothing other than just reminding you how much I love cats. Also the number 13--really close to my heart. I will pick dates, I will pick really important dates, just because the number of those dates add up to the number 13. It rules my life. So, you know, Any Easter egg fiend has their go-tos. Those are mine.”