#Oyster po boy

[fuckkbrunch]

Oysters were on sale, soooo...

Lemme just say, I'm not huge on seafood. I like shrimp, and a good fish and chips a couple times a year, and that's about as far as I go. The smell when I opened these oysters made me instantly unhappy, but the end product was surprising.

I took the risk and just deep fried these in a pot on my stove. My thermometer sucks, so it was a bit of messy start but I got all the oysters fried off pretty fast. Simple buttermilk soak and corn meal dredge. Salt the dredge more heavily than you think you should, he doesn't give an amount.

I have such a small, dark kitchen. Yes that's a toaster under my veg cutting board. I'm also using a random dish rack as a cooling rack here...

Now, I tried to make Tony's homemade mayo recipe here. I can make homemade mayonnaise in my sleep, I've literally made thousands of litres of it during an old kitchen manager gig a decade ago. That goes out the window when I realized (after the fact) my canola oil was rancid and my freshly made mayo tasted like an old kitchen rag. So I settled for store brand, which the recipe also says is acceptable.

I think this needs all the things it calls for in the recipe, even the optional pickles. If it didn't have the pickle, the fishy flavour would really punch you in the face. Root beer on the side was also a perfect palette reset, and I'm not a big fan of pop either.

We added additional hot sauce, which really improved it. The two of us powered through and finished the whole thing, but you'll definitely be eating light the rest of the day after that. If not straight up napping.

Tony says to serve with Barqs root beer, and we looked everywhere. Even stores I was SO SURE had it. Alas, we had to settle for Mug. Flavour is probably arguably similar, but still annoys me.

| Oyster Po'Boy |

Difficulty is a 3 out of 5. Deep frying is a little tricky, and it's a little bit of mise en place. Then the soak and dredge.

Taste is a 3 out of 5. Fishy, but tangy and crunchy. Refreshing lettuce and tomato. Add more Louisiana hot sauce.

Total time was 1 hour. 15 minutes of veg prep, 30 minutes soaking the oysters, 15 minutes cook time. Assembly time may vary.

I wanna try this again in the summer, with deep fried shrimp. I think they'll have a much nicer texture than the oysters.

[fieriframes]

[AND HIS BREAD... OYSTER PO BOY. BUT ELEVEN O'CLOCK THAT NIGHT I WAS OUT OF THINGS TO DO. YOU MAKE FRENCH BREAD EVERY DAY... MM-HMM. YES.]

[meetmeinmontana]

GRILLED STUFFED ALLIGATOR | Recipe | BBQ Pit Boys

[pjackk]

pjackk i won the lottery. you should gamble too

Thank u for telling me u won big and set for life on the same day i figure out i can never be prengant because im made of metal so basically i thought my day couldnt get worst but well i guess it always has room to make me feel bad as shit for no reason so thanks for making me feel really bad for no reason at all its ok to rub your money that u never worked for ever or invented anythig with your hands and just got lucky for right in my face BTW i gamble every day with big stakes never won 1 time because i gues im not even good enough for luck no more or anything at all so im basicaly having a really bad day and u made it worse just to be a real jerk to me its ok go ahead to eat a oyster po boy in front of me to and not share it with me even if i ask really nice since theres nothing i realy deserve at all for being happy or anything anything so just keep rubbing it in my face like im wearing a money mask i cant touch at all

[dadvans]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @tiltingheartand, thank you! from an almost finished Tommy POV

They go surfing. Well, Evan surfs, and Tommy just kind of chills from the beach and gets a nice tan. It’s fun to watch Evan show off. He’s still baby deer nervous sometimes with Tommy, like he’s relearning how to walk, or like Tommy is the proctor of a Good Bisexual test, and Evan’s trying a little too hard to pass. But on the water it all fades away as all the overthinking he does melts off him, riding down the line.

He comes out of the water goofy on endorphins after a few waves and collapses cold and wet from the ocean on Tommy, who is warm and dry on his towel, smothering him with a kiss.

“You sure you don’t want a lesson? I’ve been told I’m a very capable teacher,” Evan says, voice dripping suggestively. “Worked my way up and down a few coastlines, you know.”

Tommy likes this side of Evan when Evan lets it out. Maybe they need to go to the beach more, even if he doesn’t really care about getting in the water. “Nah, I’d be shark bait out there.”

Evan rolls his eyes and zips open his wetsuit, peeling it off so the arms hang loose at his hips. “Chances of a shark attack are less than one in three million. You have a higher chance of getting struck by lightning.”

“Should I be worried about you then?” One of the first things Tommy learned about Evan before he really knew him was that the kid was kind of a disaster magnet. What’s the probability of being bitten by a shark when you’ve already been struck by lightning?

“You don’t need to worry about me, not out there anyway,” Evan says with a gentle tilt of his head toward the ocean. He’s delusional. Tommy likes him so much. “Kind of feel like you might have jinxed a second ride out today though. Wanna get lunch instead?”

They wind up at the good kind of greasy seaside bar. Tommy gets the fish tacos that came recommended, but Evan is making love to an oyster po’ boy with his mouth.

“You know,” Evan says, licking at the mayo clinging to the corner of his lips, “I totally fell for the idea of being a pick up artist when I heard about it in high school. Always tried finding new ways to get with girls. I read up on aphrodisiacs once.”

“Are you trying to seduce me, Evan Buckley?” Tommy asks wryly, staring at the half-chewed fried oyster hanging out of his sandwich.

“Nah, turns out it’s all bullshit. Found that out after I took my prom date to this seafood place and ordered us a dozen raw in the half shell thinking maybe I’d get lucky. I looked up at her after slurping down three of them, and you should’ve seen the look on her face. I thought she was gonna puke.”

Tommy snorts the sip of water he was taking back out onto the bar.

“The only natural aphrodisiac I can think of that isn’t like”—Evan lifts his own beer—“or a party drug is ambergris, which is kind of like whale shit, but not really. It’s illegal in the states though.”

“Evan, I’m eating,” Tommy says, but he’s laughing.

Evan, oblivious, continues, “They say it smells like shit on its own too, but something about it has them putting it in perfumes. I can’t remember what. Can you imagine if I showed up caked in whale shit for a date though?”

Tommy looks at him and Evan stares back, smile half-knowing and all hopeful, waiting for anything Tommy is willing to give him.

Just for that, Tommy doesn’t call bullshit. He says, “You think you’re hilarious,” and Evan shrugs, happily taking another bite of his po’ boy.

tagging: @thekookster @plethoriall @marmolita @al-the-remix @rcmclachlan

[cameronspecial]

Before The Last Petal Falls (Part 4)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Substance and Alcohol Use, Talk about Addiction, Swearing and Toxic Relationship Signs.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: Y/N takes the first steps to move on and she finds Rafe in a compromising position.

Masterlist

The Outer Banks isn’t famous for their food selection, so Y/N decides to take Cole to The Wreck. “This place doesn’t look like much, but a family friend owns the place so it’s good,” she promises to Cole, walking through the door he holds open for her. He nods and places his hand on the small of her back, “It’s okay. I like the mom-and-pop vibe of the place. It’s cute.” Kiara spots Y/N easily and squeals. “Y/N, I heard you are back! I’m a little offended that you didn’t come sooner,” Kie tackles her in a hug then spots Cole. “Oh, he’s cute. I approve. I’ll give you the back seat near the window. It’s the most romantic one.” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. Y/N laughs at the girl’s comments. The couple is led toward the table and he lets her sit on the booth side facing the front door. “The hostess here is very friendly. I like her,” he jokes as he settles into his seat. Y/N roars with laughter, “Yeah, that’s Kiara. We’re friends. She can get a little excitable.’ Cole chuckles with her. “So what should I eat?”

Y/N smiles at him and points on the menu to her favourite meal. “I love the po’ boys. I normally go for the oyster one, but the shrimp one is good too. Fun fact, these were only supposed to be a special item for the summer menu, but I begged Kiara’s parents, who own this place, to keep it on the menu and I guess I am a very good negotiator.” Cole looks over the choices and nods, “Ohh, that does sound like it would taste good. And you are a very good negotiator, I heard the story about how you negotiated with the people at one of your Canadian venues to have a poutine bar at the signing.”

“Wow, you heard about that? I did do that because who wouldn’t want a poutine bar at their first Canadian signing? The poutine was good in case you were wondering. One of the best decisions I made on the tour. Right after giving out free devil horns and angel wings at each venue. It was so fun seeing everyone wearing them in person and on social media. So how’s work going?” 

“I’m slowly making my way to the top. I would do even better if I could get a certain OBX native to sign on with us.”

“Oh, so that’s the real reason why you wanted this date. I see how it is.”

“I’m joking. I’m joking. You know that. It really is going well, though. The fact that they trusted me to scope out this place is a good sign.”

“So if they do open up an office here, would you be the one to come here?”

“Uh, yeah. I would probably be the one to do that. Have you ever thought about moving back home?”

“Uh, I love this place, but I don’t think my forever home is here. My whole life I’ve dreamed of living in London. Ever since I went to London with my mom when I was younger to check on the publishing of one of her books. It was absolutely magical and plus, I’m already setting up shop there a little more permanently with my bookstore.”

“Right, I heard about your bookstore. I hope I’m going to be on the guest list for the grand opening.”

“Of course, you’ll be first on my list. I promise.”

The rest of the date is spent joking and talking about various things. She honestly had such a good time with him that she forgot that their first date so many years ago was not a great start. It made her forget that she once couldn’t get the idea of Rafe outside of her head. Maybe it really is time for her to move on. 

—���

Why she keeps letting Mason drag her to different places is beyond her. She doesn’t want to be at Kelce’s party right now. She hasn’t had a chance to see him yet since she came back but this is not how she imagines their reunion. “Y/N, I was beginning to think you didn’t want to see me,” Kelce yells over the music, giving her a big hug. Y/N returns the hug, “It’s good to see you too, Kelce. Nice party.” “You don’t really mean that, but it means a lot that you are here. Even if I know Mace brought you here.” Y/N shakes her head and lets Kelce get back to greeting other people. She moves towards the kitchen to get some snacks and something to sip on. Mason ran off to talk to friends, so she makes small talk with people she knew, who passed through the kitchen. 

With all the sipping she does, nature starts to eventually call and she makes her way to the upstairs bathroom in Kelce’s room. She knows only his closest friends would dare to go up there. She enters the closed bathroom without knocking because she wasn’t expecting anyone to be in the bathroom. However, she is surprised to see Rafe in there already. She is outraged at the activities she finds him doing up here all by himself. Rafe is leaning over the counter with his nose dangerously close to a white powder substance. He quickly bolts upright and uses the back of his hand to wipe the powder residue around his nose. “What the fuck are you doing?” she yells with anger. The last time she had seen him, he had given up weed because he knew how she felt about drugs. She couldn’t believe he escalated to something stronger.

When she found out about Mason smoking weed, she wasn’t thrilled, but she did research to find out that there was a low risk of drying from a weed overdose. It gave her some peace of mind, but she made both Mason and Rafe, once she found out he picked up the habit too, promise her that they wouldn’t try anything else. They agreed because they knew how terrified she was of losing some after she went to a funeral for one of her mother’s friends, who had died of an overdose. Even though they broke up, she could not believe that Rafe would go against the promise he made fifteen-year-old her. “This is none of your business, Y/L/N,” he spits out, moving in front of the counter, subconsciously, to hide the drugs from her. 

“Rafe, you broke your promise. You and Mason both promised me that you wouldn’t do anything other than weed.”

“Don’t worry, Mace isn’t doing this shit too. He doesn’t know that I’m doing it either. I just needed something to make me forget.” 

“Right now, he is the last thing I’m worried about. What could you possibly need to forget about so much?” Her anger turns to concern as she can see the pain hidden in his eyes. She may not like that he is now doing the drug, but she is slowly piecing the puzzle together. The steps she takes forward are small, as though she is approaching a fawn, because she fears he is going to run from her. He lets her place her hand onto his bicep as he looks at her with blown pupils. “Like you need to ask that question,” he grumbles, moving out of her reach. “No, I guess you don’t. But you aren’t allowed to come back after all these years and pretend like you care.”

“Rafe, I’m not pretending. I really am concerned about you.”

“Don’t lie to me. You don’t care about my feelings. Because if you did, you never would’ve come back. You never would’ve stopped talking to me. And you never would’ve broken up with me.”

She begins to feel frustrated and attacked in this conversation, which causes tears to fall down her cheek. “Really? I broke up with you because I care about you. I sacrificed my future with you because I cared for YOU!” 

Rafe shakes his head and lets out a low chuckle. “No, you sacrificed our love so you can stop feeling guilty.” He doesn’t say another word as he pushes off the counter he was leaning on and storms out of the room. Y/N sits on the toilet and lets her tears stream down her face. 

—— 

She couldn’t stay at the party any longer, so she called Cole and asked him if he could pick her up. He was there about thirty minutes later in a rental car. She gets in without a hitch and he immediately notices her sadness. “Are you okay?” Y/N gives him a tight-lipped smile, “Can we go somewhere else first, please?” Cole nods and starts the car. He takes her to a McDonald’s parking lot. She feels a pain in her chest at the memory of the last time she went to an OBX McDonald’s with a boy. “Thought you might be hungry, so how about I get us something to eat and then you can pour your heart out to me after?” he promises, getting out of the car and into the establishment.

A few minutes later, he jogs out of the restaurant with a bag and tray in his hand. He puts the paper bag on the dashboard and hands over a McFlurry first. She gives him a questioning look, “Dessert first?” “As I like to say, it all ends up in the same place, so why does it matter what you eat first,” he says with a massive grin on his face. Y/N giggles and digs into the frozen treat. She eats some more of her ice cream before talking, “Rafe is doing cocaine.”

“Rafe… as in your ex, that Rafe?”

“Yeah, I saw him doing it at the party and we got into an argument. He knows how I feel about drugs. I can’t believe he would turn towards it.” 

“I can. I mean, I don’t condone it but I can understand why. When I was doing my A-levels, my brother died and I turned to alcohol. I know the pull he feels towards anything that could make him forget,” he begins to explain. “It isn’t healthy how we choose to forget about our problems, but I know how much he must have been hurting to decide to use the drug. You have to understand that he isn’t doing it to hurt you though, he’s doing it because a part of him is hurting.”

She can see the vulnerability in Cole’s eyes and reaches over the centre console to give him a hug, “Thank you. It made me feel better, but I just can’t help but feel guilty about being the one to cause him the pain.”

“I know, but I also know that you didn’t mean to hurt him. Whatever reason you have for breaking up with him, you thought you were doing the right thing. And this may come off as a little selfish, but if you didn’t break up with him, then we wouldn’t be in this car right now. So I am very grateful for that,” he whispers, bringing his face closer to her. She smiles at him and closes the gap between them. 

——

Rafe had made the poor choice of driving while he was high; all he was focused on was getting back home and away from her sad expression. His family was away for the weekend, so it was only Blythe waiting for him to get back. He enters the house with a loud bang coming from the front door. He stays at the front entrance and paces around the room. His hands run through his hair, tugging at the end of the strands. Blythe comes down the stairs wearing just his t-shirt, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” she asks, walking over to him. He turns at her with angry eyes, “Everything is fine, Blythe.” She places her hand on his bicep and rubs it soothingly. “Really? You don’t seem to be.” 

Rafe harshly yanks his arm out of her touch, “I said that I’m fine, Blythe. Geez, why do you have to be so nosy all the time?” His words hold so much venom that she doesn’t miss it. She goes up the stairs and turns back towards him halfway up. “I can see you are hurting right now, but it is no excuse for you to take it out on me. Come find me when you are done being so angry.” With that, she continues back upstairs to their bedroom. Rafe lets out a scream and punches the door near the archway that leads to the family room. He stares at the hole his fist left and makes another one beside it. 

Taglist: @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @gillybear17 @f4ll-for-you @winterrrnight @maggiecc @magicwithaknife @loves0phelia @jiarapamuk

[nolafoodporn]

Before I devoured "the Peacemaker" @seithersseafood, I couldn't remember the last time I had a fried oyster po-boy. Now I'll never forget! Plump, juicy #gulfoysters, crispy bacon and a creamy remoulade atop New Orleans French bread. . . Tis the season 🦪🦪🦪

[milk5]

NOBODY IN THIS TOWN SELL OYSTER PO BOY ANYMORE

[meltedbuttersblog]

goofy nicknames for twst cast :D

i originally sent these to @duskymrel but she said i should post these so here we are

heartslabyul

riddle: riddler, mr. president

trey: reddit nice guy (me), bread boy, oyster sauce fiend, peeta

cater: caycay the craycray, mr. chronically online, vil's aborted son /j

ace: little shit, asshat, acehole

deuce: big shit, double trouble, double bubble toil and trouble, bonk, cauldron

savanaclaw

leona: lil kitty meow meow, princess, regina george, apex predator (mean girls reference, meant to go with the regina nickname), munchies (ruggie, see his "grammy doesn't need fancy" vignette), sir snores-a-lot

ruggie: buggie wuggie ruggie, snuggie as buggie in a ruggie, reggie

jack: big buff cheeto puff, furry, handcrusher (back to my anime origins 😨😔), beast mode

octavinelle

azul: daddy (rook), monopoly man, stonks

jade: shroomie, mr. premeditated murder

floyd: chiropractor, mr. non-premeditated murder, psychopathic adhd

scarabia

kalim: big dick baby, death's best friend

jamil: x-games mode, sheryll's mexican neighbor (he seasons his chicken) (maybe just a little too much...)

pomefiore

vil: regina, heather, germy wormy ( /affectionate, cuz he's german)

rook: titty croissants, theatre kid (derogatory), theatre kid /pos, fox

epel: peepaw, meemaw, chicken fried by the zac brown band, good lookin' by dixon dallas (I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING WHEN I THINK ABOUT THIS SONG) (it's a very homosexual country song and it makes me crack up) (it used the word bussy)

ignihyde

idia: beta cuck, stinky boy (me: /j, /affectionate) (others: /srs, /derogatory)

(not including ortho cuz idk what to do for him 💀)

diasomnia

malleus: malicious malleus, gargling gargoyles (that would be a great catchphrase for him ngl), daddy (lilia but we don't talk about those many one or two times EVER.)

lilia: peepaw, serg (called serg once cuz he very sternly gave an order to player or smth and was like "if you're going to give me a military title, it best be general."), daddy (mal, but this time we do talk about it)

sebek: croc shoe, speaker, iida kinnie (player) (sebs has no idea what they're talking about 💀), sergeant

silver: sleepy, lil guy, kiddo (lilia), narcoleptic (me)

[bayesic-bitch]

*assuming ethical concerns arent an issue -- really good vegan versions of just about all of these are possible

[fieriframes]

[THAT LOOKS GOOD LIKE THAT. BOOM. BOOM. THERE IS AN OYSTER PO BOY. LOOK AT THE LOAD ON THAT. MMM. MMM. IT'S GOT GREAT CRUNCH. THE BREAD TASTE ON THE OUTSIDE IS AWESOME.]

[bluejaysandblackbats]

An Oyster's Pearl

Fandom: DC Comics

Summary: Shortly after moving in with Joseph Wilson, Grant Wilson makes friends with a fellow pledge for a fraternity. During this time, Grant grapples with realizations about his childhood trauma, his sexuality, and his relationships with his father and siblings.

Chapters: 10/?

Characters: Grant Wilson, Joseph Wilson, Rose Wilson, Dick Grayson, Slade Wilson, William Randolph Wintergreen, Original Character(s)

Relationships: Grant Wilson/Original Character, DickJoey

Additional Tags: University AU, No Capes AU, Angst, Deaf Joseph Wilson, Fluff and Angst, Romance, Grant Wilson has a Sexuality Crisis, Frat Boy Grant Wilson

Chapter Ten: Herd

After I dropped Rose off at school on Monday, I went somewhere I thought I'd never go. I knocked on the door and stood straight. "Grant, it's good to see—."

"Hi, Wintergreen. Is Slade here?" I asked. I wasn't in the mood for small talk. It was hard enough that I'd come to talk to the one person I swore I'd never see again. I hated him so much, or I wanted to hate him. Wintergreen welcomed me in, and Slade stood in the kitchen making chicken cheesesteaks. My favorite.

"Wintergreen, who was at the door? Is Rose home early?" Slade asked. "Wintergreen?" He glanced up at me. I'd never seen him shocked before that moment. His eyes lit up, and I think he smiled.

"Grant?" Slade asked. I nodded and rubbed my arm. "Wanna sit down and eat?"

I nodded. I found myself without words. Slade made my plate, and I took a bite of my sandwich. He smiled. "That tackle in the fourth quarter... That was something special," Slade chuckled as he poured himself a drink.

"You were there?" I asked.

"I always come... What's wrong?" Slade questioned.

I took another bite, and Wintergreen poured two drinks, one for me and one for himself, before leaving Slade and me alone. It wasn't like Slade to talk about feelings, so I felt uncomfortable, but that was the main reason I had to be there. "Do you remember when I was nine, and I lost that little league game?" I questioned.

Slade nodded and gestured for me to continue. "And I cried... Remember what you said to me in the car?" I asked.

"Failure is expected, but weakness is unacceptable... Grant, listen. You're far from weak. You're probably the most headstrong child I have, and I put unbelievable pressure on you—."

"Did you ever think I was gay?" I interrupted him. Slade sat back in his chair and finished his drink. He couldn't look at me. I wondered if that meant it was true. "Slade?"

"No, I'm—. I'm shocked that you would ask that. I thought you were here to talk about your childhood and what I could've—. Should've—. Are you dating someone?" Slade asked.

I shook my head and finished eating in silence before finishing my drink. "Not ever?" I asked. Slade shook his head.

"Grant, I never would've forced you to be straight if I thought—. I could see how you would think that, but— Why are you asking?" Slade questioned.

"I'm starting to feel—. I think I'm falling in love for the first time... And I don't know if that makes me gay because I've never felt this way with any woman," I explained.

"Have you talked to Joseph or Rose?" Slade asked.

"I'm scared to talk to Joey... I talked to Rose. That's why I came to you. I've never been afraid to say anything to you, and I can't afford to be scared now. I don't want them to see me like that... But I wanted you to see me. I wanted you to know," I confessed. Slade's lips twitched into a grin. It was the same grin he always gave Joey. "What's that look for?"

"Grant, you've never asked me for anything. I'm glad you finally came around," Slade whispered, "And I know this doesn't fix things, but—. Grant, I'm sorry. I hate that my pride let me lose you. I should've been better to you, and if I could do everything over again, I would've been better for you. I never should've let you leave."

I wanted to be hard-hearted and take Slade's apology and spit on it right in front of his face because I was in a perfect position to hurt Slade and crush him... But I wanted my dad so bad I couldn't help it. I started crying and turned away from him. Slade grabbed my arm and made me face him. I balled up my fists and tensed up. It was instinctual, but something about his body language was different. Slade seemed hurt to see me cry, not disappointed, hurt. "It's okay, kiddo... Let it out," Slade whispered as I cried. I let him hug me, and I hugged him back. As much as I wanted to believe I hated him, all I ever wanted was his approval.

Wintergreen came back in, and Slade let go. "Did you tell him?" Wintergreen asked.

"I didn't think it was the right time," Slade replied. I looked at him and wiped the tears from my eyes. "Grant, I understand—. Grant, Wintergreen lives with me."

"He's lived with you since you and Mom got divorced. I knew that already—."

"Grant, I don't live with Wintergreen because we're good friends. I live with Wintergreen because—."

"Because you're a couple... Were you cheating on Mom with—?"

"No, we didn't become—. We weren't involved until almost two years after the divorce," Wintergreen explained, "Slade never thought of me in that way when—. He didn't know until two years after."

I sat down and took a deep breath. "So, you found out late just like I did?" I asked.

Slade nodded. "Feel free to ask me whatever you want," Slade replied.

"How—? Are you happier?" I asked. Slade nodded.

"I think so... But it wasn't easy. He made me go through therapy and a handful of other things, but I think it made me better. Having him not only makes me happy but having two fathers seems like it's been good for Rose," Slade answered.

"Rose knows? Of course, she knows. She lives with you. So, is Wintergreen our stepfather?" I asked. Wintergreen looked at me. I remembered every time Wintergreen was a stand-in for my parents. All the bedtime stories, all the games of catch, all the piggyback rides... Wintergreen was always a father to us, and I always overlooked it.

"Grant, you don't have to accept—."

"I do accept you... You've always been family," I paused, "It all makes sense now... And now, I understand myself a little better. I think I'm gay."

I stuck around for a few hours and took a nap on their couch before driving to Lixin's dorm. I wasn't the type to leave people hanging for a long time while I mulled over details. I liked to give decisive answers quickly. Besides, I couldn't wait to see him again.

I promised Slade and Wintergreen I'd come back next week since the football season was over, but I explained that I wasn't ready to let Joey and Rose know we were on speaking terms. So, I'd be back whenever I could slip away from school.

My mind drifted to Lixin while I drove, and I started feeling dizzy in my head again. It was so intense I had to pull over and lay my head on the steering wheel. My hands shook, and I felt like I'd throw up. I knew what I wanted, but the thought of getting it was so frightening I wasn't sure I could handle it. After the dizziness subsided, I turned on the radio and pushed forward.

[bluezey]

Shared another fanart about Alastor's love of jambalaya, and my friend asked "Is jambalaya really all he eats? He’s a Louisiana Creole he should at least have some deer Po boy"

Yeah, Al, have you tried a po boy?

Alastor: uh, yes, in all varieties of meats

Gumbo? Shrimp and grits? Fried okra? Uhh.... sorry, I don't know many Creole dishes 😅 hold on, I just found out about this Creole restaurant in the area, let me look up their menu

Alastor: you know, maybe you should look up a Creole cookbook before discussing-

Hot damn! They serve alligator, oysters and cocktails! We gotta check this place out!

Alastor: this is so humiliating...

[speedlimit15]

i need a fried oyster po boy from a place with a flaking hand painted sign rn or i’ll pass away

[morethansalad]

Vegan Oyster Mushroom Po Boy

[ghostiewriter]

Since I follow Elame on insta I know she has another job still working for Netflix that’s why she was in New Orleans when she posted about that po boy and oyster place so maybe that’s why she’s not working on OBX 4 this season there’s no way madison unfollowed her if she would still be talking pictures of her for season 4 content it would be so awk 😭

oh to be a fly on the wall on that set