#Salsa Barbecue

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¡Para los parrilleros! Costillas de cerdo a la barbecue - Cocina y Vino

Unas deliciosas costillas de cerdo acompañadas de una salsa barbecue, que aportara una sensación agridulce para hacer vibrar nuestro paladar. Disfrutar de un buen almuerzo sin algún tipo de carne es un gran pecado para muchos. No importa la manera como esté cocida, debe estar presente. Una de las formas más amadas es a la parrilla, en cuyo caso, las costillas de cerdo son ideales. En esta…

[fieriframes]

[The fresh relief that you're getting from this corn chip salsa is dynamite. [ Laughs ] Let's champion the tiger 'cause. This elevates the barbecue to another level.]

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[planetwapalate]

This week’s upcoming episode features lots of products from the Great State of Texas! Texas-style Nachos, ya’ll! Yum, yum!

[iltopdelbarbecue]

🔥💣Cheddar Bacon Bombs 🔥💣 Fantastiche, uniche, inimitabili..... Macinato di carne danese, cuore di cheddar avvolte da una morbida pancetta e gassate con salsa barbecue #homemade. . . . . #fodriss #cheddar #bacon #bomb #bombs #salsa #salsabbq #bbq #salsabarbecue #barbecue foodporn #food #cibo #joebastianich (presso Roma, Italia / Rome, Italy) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClWslRrLw_D/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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TIME CRUNCH

PAIRING: DBF! Joel Miller x fem! reader || WC: 2.7k

SYNOPSIS: The Miller household is hosting a neighborhood barbecue for the 4th of July with your father on the grill. While you're there, you steal a couple of minutes to get much more than beer and cooked meat.

CONTENT/WARNINGS: MDNI/18+. NSFW. [NO OUTBREAK] SMUT. Age gap implied (Joel is 36, Reader is 21+). Kissing. Oral & Fingering (f receiving). Panty stealing. Bathroom shenanigans. Beer drinking. Allusions to secret established relationship/messing around. Joel is down bad & calls reader several pet names. Descriptions of reader wearing a dress & mini skirt. No use of y/n.

A/N: Hi hi. I don't know how this happened, but it just did. The idea came to mind yesterday and I sat down and wrote the whole thing in one sitting lol. Anywho, it's just some fun silly smut with DBF! Joel being a simp cause I love him like that. I imagined HBO Joel specifically for this one so this is a win for Pedro Pascal fans. Reblogs, comments, and likes are greatly appreciated! Not-beta'd cause I'm just real like that. Dividers by @saradika-graphics.

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The sun scorched the streets of Arlington, and the heat wave warning issued across the state of Texas did little to reflect the overwhelming weather. Coincidentally, it was the 4th of July, a seemingly exciting day for most patriotic Texans and Americans nationwide. You didn’t care much for the holiday, but it was a great excuse to enjoy the day off.

Your father had other plans. He hoped to use most of the weekend to crack open a cold one and fire up the grill. His good friend and neighbor offered to host a celebratory cookout at his place with mutual buddies tagging along, and with the newly available free time, you didn’t have any excuse to reject the offer. 

You found yourself in the backyard of the Miller’s residence, a home you’ve grown quite familiar with over the past few years, and especially since coming back from the college semester in Chicago. Initially, you had travel plans for the summer with friends, but your luck struck out when you landed an internship opportunity in Dallas, and your father was more than glad to welcome you back home.

It has been a busy summer for you since the beginning of June, and the prospect of a four-day weekend was too generous to pass up. You didn’t expect Joel Miller to be a face you saw regularly when returning to Texas, but you didn’t complain. Actually, you were much more content than you should be, and his close friendship with your dad only served as a better excuse to have him around more often.

Nursing a bottle of beer, you brought the lukewarm tip to your lips, sipping away at the tangy beverage as it washed down the thirst settling in your throat. You watched from afar as your dad was in his element, operating the grill like a soldier would his post. He flipped the burgers and poked at the hotdogs with ease, the black smoke surrounding him as he continued to cook.

“Meat’s looking nice.” You told him affirmingly with a smile and a hand on his shoulder, passing him a fresh bottle of beer.

“Nothing I haven’t done before.” He said, graciously accepting the bottle and taking a drink, sucking his teeth at the bitter taste. Miller Lite, it wasn’t his preferred Budweiser, but it will do the job. “Sun’s beating down on my back, though. Not easy to grill in this heat.”

“You’re handling it well, bearing the burden for all of us.” He laughed at that, gently kissing the top of your head in paternal affection.

From your peripheral, you observed Joel coming into his driveway, returning from a pitstop at the grocery store for extra hot dog buns and more beer. His younger brother Tommy strode ahead, carrying the buns in one arm and a bag filled with chips and salsa in the other. Behind him, Joel carried a large box of beer in his grasp, your sight trailing down his forearms to peek at the veins that protruded his skin.

His long legs sauntered over to the coolers near the tables, decorated in red, white, and blue embellishments. Sarah Miller came scampering towards her father, dragging Tommy along to reiterate a joke he had mentioned, playfully teasing her uncle. The next time Joel raised his head, his brown eyes landed on you, prolonging his gaze for a second more and giving you a charming grin before you looked away.

By 2 pm, other residents in the neighborhood and long-time friends of the Miller household flooded through the backyard, busying themselves with eating your dad’s cooking and drinking more alcohol. Some of Sarah’s friends had stopped by, engaging in the girlhood tradition of exchanging gossip or whatever the young kids spoke about in this day and age.

Every few minutes, you’d glance over to Joel to see what he was doing. Whether he was refilling the cooler, jesting with his brother, setting up the stereo, or even reminiscing with your dad, your eyes followed him wherever he went. As elegantly as possible, you approached the pair, politely stopping your dad’s conversation with his friend.

“Going to the bathroom. I’ll be back, Dad.” You told him, darting to Joel and meeting his eyes again before turning your back and walking towards the kitchen.

Stepping through the yard door to reach the stairs, you quickly trekked up to the bathroom down the hall and locked the door. Freshening yourself up in the room, you glimpsed at your reflection to fix the cleavage of your dress, making your breasts more prominent. A minute goes by, and you find yourself waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting.

At the three-minute mark, you hear a knock at the door, two firm taps followed by three smaller ones. Before opening it, you hid behind the door, allowing Joel’s broad figure to enter the gap and step inside. The click of the lock broke the tense silence in the room, and your lower back was pinned against the edge of the bathroom sink with Joel’s rough hands on your hips.

“Took you long enough. Thought you wouldn’t come up.” You muttered to him, his lips quickly leaving a trail of kisses over the side of your neck and shoulder.

“Sorry darlin’, your dad wanted to have a chat,” Joel said hastily, his mouth occupied with tasting the skin of your collarbone as your hand rubbed the hair on his nape. “Been thinkin’ about you since the other night.”

You beamed at Joel’s comment, the genuine tone of his voice brought comfort after hearing his confession. You didn’t know how this “relationship” with Joel happened if you were willing to call it a relationship to begin with. He wasn’t supposed to be this close to you, to know you so intimately, but the way you’ve inhabited his mind since returning to Texas was almost too much to bear.

He drove you home one late night from a club downtown, not wanting to bother calling your dad or worrying about taking an Uber alone. Ever the gentleman, he kept his eyes on the road and his hands on the steering wheel, trying his hardest not to skim at your bare thighs when your mini skirt shifted higher up your leg.

You thanked him with a drunk kiss on the cheek, drawing away only to have his thumb caress your chin, luring you forward to mesh your lips against his own. The memories of that night were fuzzy, but what you remembered most was the feel of his hand curling around your neck and his cock thrusting in and out of your cunt, molding you to the length of him until you ached and woke up in his bed the next morning.

That happened a month ago. It was meant to be a one-time thing, an accident after too many tequila shots at the bar. But the convenience of having a capable man like Joel across the street was something you wouldn’t find back on campus. It couldn’t be so wrong to fuck your father’s best friend, not when it felt like reaching a high every time he made you cum.

“If you don’t say anything, I won’t either, and your old man never needs to find out. This stays between us.”

He told you that after the second time you “accidentally” slept with him, and since then, you have been around Joel whenever your father wasn’t paying attention. Having to dodge your dad along with Tommy and Sarah on Joel’s end wasn’t easy, but it was doable. You’d usually meet him late at night when you were free, opting to have fun in the backseat of his truck. When you both had the luxury of time, you’d spend the day at his house when Sarah was having sleepovers or when your dad was out of the house.

Any time you weren’t at work, or Joel wasn’t busy juggling his job and caring for Sarah, you spent it with him. So far, your summer has gone much better than you expected.

“You just saw me two days ago.” The smirk on Joel’s face was infectious, his signature dimples poking through as he feverishly kissed you again.

“Still not enough, and your dress ain’t helpin’ my case.”

“What’s wrong with my dress? Thought you liked it when I got dolled up for you.” The lightly colored sundress was a simple addition to your wardrobe, throwing it on for the barbecue. Despite the tame silhouette that hugged your figure, the low neckline sent all the blood in Joel’s body rushing south the minute he saw you on his front doorstep.

“Oh, I like it very much. It’s just a shame I can’t fuck you the way I want.” He pressed his hips into your lower stomach, the dark denim of his jeans doing nothing to conceal the bulge hidden underneath.

“How much time do you think we have before they send over the search party?” You asked him, gasping when you felt a soft nip behind your ear. 

“Five minutes, maybe eight. Your dad’s busy makin’ ribs, and everyone’s occupied downstairs for now.”

Joel maneuvered himself down to his knees, playing with the hem of your dress and raising it to your hips. His fingers grazed over the panties you wore, placing an affectionate kiss on your sensitive mound before tugging them down your smooth legs. He helped you step out of them, discreetly shoving the damp cotton into his back pocket to save for later. 

“You said we had five minutes.” Your breathless voice began to betray you, and you felt him grip your thigh with a large hand to set it over his shoulder.

“That’s all the time I need. Be a good girl and stay quiet for me, yeah?”

That was the last thing he said before he licked a languid stripe over your pussy, your teeth digging into your bottom lip to stifle the mewl that threatened to spill out. One of your hands reached down to clutch at his dark tresses, keeping him in place as he feasted on you like a man starved. 

“Fuck, Joel.” You moaned under your breath, huffing out an exhale and tossing your head back in pleasure. He hummed in reply, spreading you wider and nuzzling his face deeper between your legs, the hair on his jaw scraping your inner thighs.

Joel quickly learned what you liked, how you wanted your pussy to be treated, whether it was by his hand, his tongue, or his dick. Precise circles on your clit, diligent sucks around the sensitive nub, and two thick fingers curling inside to hit the textured spot tucked in the very roof of your entrance. He paid attention to all the signs that would signal the best way to make your body convulse under his touch and excelled in doing so.

Nudging the bridge of his nose against your bundle of nerves, he tilted his head up to wrap his plush lips around it, pulling a suppressed whimper from you with a roll of his tongue. Your hazy eyes opened to watch Joel, maintaining his ravenous gaze and bucking your hips, greedily seeking more friction. 

“That’s right, baby. Take what you need.” He mumbled against your folds, increasing the flicks of his tongue and dipping two thick fingers deep inside you, bending them just right.

The warmth that simmered deep in your belly intensified, coursing through your veins and rushing to the center of your body. Your knuckles turned white from tightly gripping the edge of the porcelain sink, and your throat bobbed to stop yourself from crying out Joel’s name. You were so close, so fucking close, whining as you quickly reached your climax. He didn’t need a warning, already familiar with the cue of your walls clenching around him when you were about to spill over his hand.

Joel gave you a blunt suck and drove the tips of his fingers further inside with practiced precision, sending you tumbling over the edge. Your legs shook from the force of it, his hand on your thigh holding you steady as he coaxed you to ride the wave all the way through. With a gentle yank of his head, he parted from you, placing one last wet kiss on your oversensitive clit before standing up straight with a grunt.

The dopey smile plastered on your face said all that needed to be said, and Joel took it in with appreciative eyes. He brought the two digits that he used on you to his mouth, cleaning off the remnants of your slick without shame. If you two weren’t on a time crunch, you would be on your knees repaying the favor.

“You’re insane. You know that, right?” You expressed with a laugh.

“It ain’t my fault you taste better than the cool beer downstairs, sweetheart.” He kissed you then, the leftover taste of your arousal on his lips made your head fuzzy and your body pulse. “You should go back before your old man wonders where you went.”

He dropped the hem of your dress back down, smoothing out any creases while you adjusted the neckline and fixed up the rest of your flush appearance. The plan was simple: you walked out first, and Joel followed a few minutes later with some eloquent excuse to use for cover. Surprisingly, it usually worked without a hitch, you two had this down to a science after all.

“I’m still seeing you later tonight, right?” You almost didn’t want to ask him that, afraid you’d seem too eager for his attention. But he was always there with the reassuring answer you wanted to hear.

“Yeah, baby, you will. I’ll come by and grab you. Now go, I gotta take care of this.” Joel gestured to the obvious tent in his jeans, your hand reaching for it to caress him with your palm. The rumble of a groan vibrated through his chest, kissing him once more and moving to the door. He spanked your ass before you slipped out of his grasp, turning back to catch his cheeky expression and leaving him in the bathroom to tend to his own needs.

You strolled back into the backyard with a pep in your step and found your dad setting aside a fresh round of cooked hot dogs and burgers for the crowd. He drenched the ribs in a concoction reminiscent of barbecue sauce, closed the grill to leave them to cook, and saw you closing near him.

“You alright, hun? Got worried the beer hit you the wrong way for a second.” Your father’s eyes were full of concern, soothing him with a shake of your head. If only he knew where his best friend’s mouth had been a few minutes ago.

“Nah, the beer is just fine, promise. How about a bite to eat? I’m hungry.”

Munching away at your burger, Joel returned to the yard just as you expected, with no hard-on and more charcoal he was allegedly looking for in the garage. You eyed him as he spoke to Tommy, accepting a new beer bottle and taking an ample sip. He knew you were paying attention to him despite his face remaining neutral, but his eyes told you another story, something only meant for the two of you to understand.

A calm breeze swept through the backyard and up your legs through your dress, forcing you to remember that you were bare underneath the flowy material. The culprit had the evidence safely tucked in one of the drawers of his dresser, away from sight and probably already stained with his release.

You didn’t need to worry, you know you’ll get them back later tonight.

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[overstuffd]

Taking you out to a - unbeknownst to you - feeder cinema.

'It's amazing!' I tell you. 'They have waiter service right to the seats - and I got us a great deal. We're going to watch a marathon of classic stoner movies and we get dinner and unlimited snacks. Doesn't that sound perfect?'

Without thinking your hand goes to your growing pot belly. You kept saying you need to take it easy on indulging your appetite for greasy food - but your gut rumbles in response.

After a moment's hesitation, you agree that it sounds like fun. I smile, hungrily.

They're stoner comedies, so of course I get you stoned beforehand. Plenty of bong hits before we head out, encouraging you to hit my vape on the -thankfully- short walk to the movie theatre.

When we get there, the staff are so delighted to see you. They explain that you'll be served one course of dinner between each of the four movies and there'll be a midnight feast at the end. In the meantime, help yourself to the snack table.

Snack table hardly does it justice - there's a huge buffet set up with every kind of appetiser you can think of. I encourage you to go through to the theatre and get comfy in your seat while I fix you a plate.

The seats are really two person couches, with soft looking pillows to prop ourselves up on. They're pretty well sized, but with your thicker thighs you realise we'll be pressed close together.

You get settled, and I show up with your pre-dinner snack. If you weren't so stoned you'd say it seemed like a lot. Your plate is stacked with mozzarella sticks, garlic bread and mac and cheese, all of them geneorusly portioned out for you by me.

As it is though your munchies are kicking in hard, so you accept the plate and start eating. Before the film starts one of the attendents comes by and smiles as they place a bucket sized soda cup and extra large popcorn next to our seat, on your side naturally. I already let them know your favourite candies, and they're mixed through the popcorn, the chocolate gently melting in the still warm kernels.

The film starts, and soon you're snorting with laughter like a dumbass at the cheesy jokes and slap stick. Your mouth is dry from the smoking and all the salty food, so you end up chugging your soda hard, but whenever it starts running low one of the attentive staff is there with a replacement.

The same happens with your popcorn, you're only halfway through before your carton is replaced with a fresh batch. It makes it hard to keep track of what you're eating, but between the snack plate and the endlessly refilling bag you're pretty sure you've already had what most people would consider a meal.

It's hard to concentrate on that though, because the first movie is over and it's time for appetisers to be served. You almost don't believe me when I say you haven't even had the first course yet.

Before you put up too much of a fuss though I hand you my vape - no, the staff won't mind I promise - and you relax again, especially when I offer you a pair of gummy edibles to kick in during the movie.

I took the liberty of ordering for you, and you're already faded by the time your heaping pile of nachos arrive, loaded with cheese, guacamole, sour cream, hot salsa, jalapenos and brisket. The spiciness hits your sensitised pallet hard, but there's always more soda to soothe it.

The second movie has started now, and as it plays you polish off your nachos, and most of my order of onion rings once I pass it over.

At some point, your soda cup is replaced with an extra-large cold beer, but you chug that down just as happily, your mind getting floatier with every gulp.

At the end of the second movie the main courses arrive, and you try and tap out. The greasy, double-patty burger is huge, even ignoring the massive side of fries and slaw. The attendents have bought you mug sized tubs of spicy mayo, creamy burger sauce and barbecue to help everything slip down easily, but even so.

You turn to me, your eyes big as the third film starts to roll. I pretend to be sympathetic, but my words are the last thing you want to hear. 'Oh, poor thing! Are you too out of it to eat your dinner even though you're so hungry?'

You try to put together a protest but forming a whole sentence is beyond you at this point, so you flop backwards and let me slowly feed you the burger and sides, holding the dripping handfuls to your mouth until you take a bite and then pushing salty fries in afterwards. When you slow too much I push my vape into your mouth again and the new rush of haziness gives you another burst of energy.

You don't remember anything that happens in the third film, just the growing heat between your legs as your waistband presses harder and harder into your stomach.

The final break - dessert. I get up from our seat, and even if you'd been able to speak you didn't think to ask where I was going, your mind completely preoccupied with the pressure in your belly.

When I come back though, you've realised there's a sundae bar in the lobby that I've visited on your behalf. A huge bowl of softserve, another bucket really, smothered in caramel and chocolate sauce, peanuts, cookie crumb and whipped cream.

Your stoamch audibly groans when you see it, but you're so docile you let me push more than a few spoonfuls between your lips before you start turning your face away, struggling even to move that much.

You're expecting me to grow more forecful, but instead I set the icecream aside and pay attention to your straining gut, undoing your pants (you sigh in relief, they were moments away from bursting) and rubbing slow circles on your belly. My hand dips lower as I make lazy circles and you moan appreciatively, way too far gone to care about embarassing yourself in public.

The film is drawing to a close, the lovable losers have completed their stoner quest, and you're getting close to finishing too. Once you're frantically grinding against my fingers, though, I pull away, and suddenly the icecream bucket is back at your lips.

No spoon now, the softserve has melted into a thick and creamy shake mined with sweetness. I part your lips and tilt the bucket so it pours into your mouth. Youf flabby mind can think of only one defence against choking on it so you swallow, slowly, painfully, your overstretched stomach straining at the additional pressure.

The credits of the movie are rolling and you're almost finished with your shake - and my hand is back between your legs, rougher than before.

I've been training you to come when your stomach is straining, so I up the speed as you take your last mouthful and you finish over my fingers.

I ruffle your hair and wipe a little icecream off your cheek as I coo at what a good job you did for me.

The staff are in no rush for us to leave, which is good because you can't stand right now.

Instead they leave the lights low as I gently rub your eager belly, enjoying the deep rumbles as you start digesting your enormous meal.

When you've recovered a little I'll walk you to the car - and maybe if you're good we can get drive through on the way home.

[incorrectbatfam]

There was Margie, and then there was the batfam, what about the rogues with Steph time in retail?

Part 1 with Margie

Part 2 with the batfam

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[at the grocery store]

Riddler: Riddle me this: you eat me before I'm born and after I'm dead. What am I?

Steph: Eggs are aisle 3, chickens are aisle 4.

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[at the coffee shop]

Ivy: Is the oat milk locally sourced?

Steph: Yes, I don't recommend it.

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[at the clothing store]

Scarecrow: *walks in*

Steph: Sorry sir, this isn't a Spirit Halloween yet.

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[at the drive-thru]

Steph: Welcome to Batburgers, what can I get you?

Harley: Hiya! Can I do a double cheese batburger deluxe with no onions and extra pickles, and I'll have a side of nacho chili cheese fries with a drizzle of barbecue sauce. I'll also take two Bat-Hound Doggy Bags—one with Robin nuggets, honey mustard, milk, and apples with caramel, and the other with the steak Talon tacos minus the sour cream and with the salsa separate, fruit punch, and the Hush Puppies.

Steph: Anything else?

Harley: Yeah, I'll do the Create Your Own milkshake with vanilla bean, chocolate, strawberry, cookies 'n cream, cherry, black cherry, cotton candy, funfetti with double the fetti, mint chip, salted caramel, peanut butter crunch, brownie bites, extra whipped cream, and gummy bears on top.

Steph: Alright, that'll be $20.37. Please pull up to the next window.

Harley: Before I pay, could you read that back to me?

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[at the furniture store]

Steph: Let me guess, you need new cushions.

Clayface, while dripping clay: *nods sadly*

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[at the restaurant]

Joker: Give me a good laugh. A hearty chuckle. Serve me up nice, warm smile.

Steph:

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[at the call center]

Steph: Wayne Enterprises account support, how can I help you?

Black Mask: *starts threatening every member of the Wayne family*

Steph: Mhm. I understand. Please hold.

Steph: *puts him on hold*

Steph: *clocks out*

Steph: *goes home*

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[at home]

Steph: You won't BELIEVE the week I had.

Tim: Remind me again why you work seven jobs simultaneously?

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

what are the weirdest cravings that gentle giant!jason has gone out and bought for reader?

"But why does it have to be this specific barbecue?"

"It just does," you pout, "Please?"

Jason shook his head and smiled a little, leaning down to kiss the top of your head, "I'll be back in a little bit. Text me if there's anything else."

"I can go with-"

"You stay here and stay cool," he said. "Drink your water and just relax for a while."

"Getting tired of me?" you ask.

"No," he chuckled. "I just don't want you to fuck up your back again. And I know this heat is just not your friend right now. I'd rather you stay home and get some rest."

"I'm very spoiled."

"As you should be," he said, making a mental note to grab a pint of ice cream for you and a handful of other odds and ends while he was out. Last week you'd put salsa on chicken and noodles, so comparatively, if you wanted barbecue he was more than happy to get what you wanted.

"You promise it's not-"

"Cutie," he said, crouching down next to the sofa, "It's not like you're asking for a whole hell of a lot. It's just a Barbecue place that's annoying to get to. It sounds good to you. You're not asking for something that major."

"I just don't want you to think-"

"You're having a baby," he said, resting his hand on your stomach, rubbing lightly. "My baby. And it's my job to make sure my Cuties are taken care of."

"Still-"

"Still nothing. You just chill out and let me do your bitch work."

[ofc-vi-writes-too]

a continuation of things that i think happen in my favorite fucked up silly little city (gotham)

• In hosptials in Gotham there’s another wing dedicated to super villain attacks Like how theres the ED, NICU, L&D, ICU, etc., theres another branch called Excessive Villain Attack Department (for) Emergencies. Also known as EVADE for short. it’s a brag to say you work in EVADE for doctors/nurses because A. the pay is ridiculously good, and B. how much extra stuff you had to learn to work there. People who work in EVADE have to go through weekly psych evaluations as well as physical testing to make sure they are still fit for duty.

• there are EVADE pop ups all around gotham so it’s citizens ares never more than 5 minutes away from medical attention. You have to work at a pop up before you’re allowed to work in EVADE in a real hosptial. People say working the pop ups is a lot harder and a lot nore stressfull, because people can come to you in really any condition out there.

• Similar to how kids in some areas cant wear certain colors like red or blue to school because of gang affiliation, gothamite students cannot wear anything superhero, vigilante or villain adjacent. No birds, bats, clowns, etc. Its a way for schools to try and stop kids from being targetted by their peers/ crazy adults who will attack them for supporting a specific person or party. Hero or otherwise.

• A lot of mom and pop diners/townie bars have foods named after vigilantes and specialty drinks named after villains. Some examples are:

Red Hoods Hot Chicken and Mac: bufallo mac and chicken with house hot sauce, so hot and tasty it will bring tears to your eyes! (this is true. jason tried it and he literally couldn’t feel his face. He couldn’t tell if he was blinking or not. Dick swears up and down he wasn’t.)

Nightwings: boneless chicken wings with a honey barbecue dry rub, with bleu cheese dipping sauce and chips and a blue corn dip. Dick can and will order 4 and eat them all by himself in one sitting.

Robins Eggs Breakfast combo: 2 sunny side up eggs, strawberry french toast, vegetarian sausage, house salad and an OJ. They tried to make it vegan but no one in Gotham wants breakfast without eggs. Robin said he appreciates the thought anyway. He is very smug and protective of his meal and the restaurant that made it. When he has the day shft he stops by there for breakfast, which isn’t often but still.

Signal soup: a classic squash soup, house focaccia and a garden salad. Its a seasonal meal that comes around every fall, and sells out almost every day for the entire season.

The Scarecrow: literally a long island iced tea with black liqueur in a martini glass with 3 olives. It tastes fucking horrible but will get you beyond hammered

Poison Ivy: shot of pochteca lime liqueur and pink whitney. Very tasty.

Regulator: its a blue margarita with coconut milk in it. Its a little sweet but its yummy. It’s common to black out on these because you cant taste the alch and by the time it hits you its too late and its the next morning and your naked in a strangers bed. Darn those regulators for a night you wont remember! at least the guy is handsome…

• See also the Condiment King challenge: A pint size glass of equal parts ketchup, mustard, pickle relish, mayonnaise, hot sauce, soy sauce, honey mustard, sweet and sour, bbq, salsa, fish sauce, vinegar, ranch, and wasabi. Hell in a cup! If you can drink it within 10 minutes without throwing up, you eat free at the dinner for a month and you get a t shirt that says “I completed the Condiment King challenge at Jimbo’s Dinner!” With a poorly drawn picture of condiment king on it. There has only been one winner: Timothy Drake. Jason dared him to try it after he hadnt slept in 3 days. Tim didnt puke, but Jason did. There were threats of violence if Tim ever told anyone that. Tim didn’t believe him, told Dick and magically ended up with a broken finger. “No AlfredI have NOOOOOO idea how it happened! Must’ve had a bad fall on patrol :3”

• taxes in gotham are shit-your-pants-when-you-see-it-the-first-time high. Gotham has to be able to pay for all the damages somehow, despite Bruce Wayne paying for about 15% of those damages out of pocket, its still not enough to stop prices from skyrocketing. To try and combat this, there is a Gala held anually for the top 10% of Gotham to fundraise for emergency city repairs. It helps a lot but doesn’t solve the problem.

[eroticcannibal]

Also I will never understand other Americans weird hatred for bean toast. Full disclaimer I’m very American and I haven’t been anywhere close to the UK let alone beans on toast but it’s just savory toast why the fuck would it be bad??? Beans good! Toast good! Have they never had savory toast before! Once I had almost nothing in my fridge so I ended up making toast with some salsa and parmesan cheese and it was Fucking Delicious! It’s one of my favorite snacks now! Another time I put a little bit of fancy mustard with cheese on my toast and it was also delicious! Why the fuck would beans not be good on toast!? Like yeah beans on a cupcake would be gross but we’re talking about fucking toast! What kinda beans do they think ur using. Like there’s some black beans or refried beans that don’t sound that appetizing on toast but I’ve seen pictures of beans on toast it looks like the beans u eat at a barbecue. Of coarse barbecue beans would be good on toast!! Also beans like that are about two steps away from chili do u know what u eat with chili? FUCKING TOAST YOU DIP IT IN THE CHILI! fucking Americans! We’re a bunch of idiots. I have a friend who puts melted marshmallows on sweat potato’s if u want to talk about an actual crime against nature. That’s like a staple some Americans eat on thanksgiving. beans on toast at least sounds good and not an like abomination made up by a 7 year! Fucking Americans I swear. I will never get it

Thank u! U get it! Its warm and savoury and FILLING and its so easy to mix in things to make it how you like it. Sprinkle on some cheese. Mix in some spices. Hell you can use them as a base for some many meals. Like u say chilli, they are a staple for curries, any kinda liquidy meal u need to stretch out a bit? Chuck some beans in. They're so versatile. And then toast! Just goes with stuff! Its bulk! It fills you up!

This is just the principles of poor cooking. Cheap, filling, warm, goes with everything.

[iboatedhere]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tag @lemonlyman-dotcom and @liminalmemories21

Planning on posting this on Tuesday.

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On the patio his other half picks up a pair of tongs and clacks them at Alex through the window.

“Son of a bitch,” Alex says as Henry mimes opening the grill.

He throws the rest of the salsa together, leaves his hands smelling like cilantro and lime and rushes out to the patio, pushing the bowl into Henry’s hands as he grabs the tongs.

Henry laughs and gives him a kiss that tastes like sangria.

Alex gets the ribs off the grill and sets them on the table between the salsa and wedges of watermelon that Henry sliced earlier.

Henry digs in right away, no hesitation like the first time at the lake house, cleaning the meat off the bone then licking his fingers free of barbecue sauce before reaching for another.

“You’re staring,” he says around another bite and Alex nods.

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Tagging: @cha-melodius @welcometololaland @sunshinestrand @lightningboltreader

[eva-knits12]

Going to the Farmer's Market with Chris Evans Characters

Steve Rogers

Steve was overwhelmed with the farmer's market.

You take James, Sarah and Margaret around, and they help pick out the veggies, fruits, and they love getting penny candy at the penny candy booth.

Steve grabs several tote bags to transport the veggies, fruits, and other interesting things.

You get lunch for everyone at one of the local food trucks.

You get James, Sarah, Margaret some donuts and some apple cider at the donut truck.

You get coffee for you and Steve.

You have Margaret's stroller with her in it, and she loves the petting zoo.

Margaret loves animals.

Eventually, you and Steve leave because Margaret is wiped from overexcitement, and James and Sarah are hungry.

The farmer's market is a great way to spend a say as a family.

Ransom Drysdale

Ransom has never been to the farmers market.

So, you make it a point to go on Sunday, when they have the farmer's market.

He has you in the wheelchair, and you have several tote bags on your lap.

He goes to every booth.

You buy fresh fruit and fresh veggies.

Ransom buys beer bread mix, because he's never heard of beer bread.

He's making steaks on the grill tonight.

You also get a lemon pound cake for dessert, and you get some salted caramel brownies because Ransom loves those.

You made some for him, and he can't get enough of them.

You get some coffee and cookies at one of the food trucks.

You get some at your cousin Joelle's food truck, and you talk to Andy Barber.

You guys go home with LOTS of stuff, and the price doesn't phase the trust fund playboy.

Ransom wants to go to the farmer's market more often, especially since you cousin owns a baking business.

Andy Barber

You got there before Andy.

You had to get up very early to start the prep work for your food truck.

You have a food truck that will be there, where you'll be selling your baked goods.

Your brother helps you, and so does his girlfriend.

Andy arrives, and he gets some donuts and coffee from you.

He has a dinner planned just for the two of you.

Joy and Penelope come a few years later, so they walk with Andy.

Andy gets fresh veggies, fresh fruits, and he gets beer bread, barbecue sauce, salsa, and some other things.

He runs into your cousin Louise, and he tells Louise and her boyfriend Ransom about your food truck!

It's an amazing day, and Andy grills some pork chops on the grill.

He made corn on the cob at the grill, and you have the beer bread.

Saturdays are perfect for the farmers market.

Jake Jensen

You and Jake make it a point to go to the farmers market every Sunday when it's in season.

Sometimes you don't buy anything, sometimes you do.

Even if it's just coffee and donuts at the bakery truck.

It's the perfect Sunday coffee date.

When the girls arrive, they join in, too.

You also bring Mario, the dog you and Jake adopted.

You adopt another rescue dog at the pet adoption booth.

You name him Fagin.

For lunch, you and Jake get hot dogs, and park on a bench, and eat your hot dogs, and drink your lemonades.

You and Jake couldn't think of a better way to spend a summer Sunday together.

It's the perfect date!

Colin Shea

Colin and you go to the farmers market every Sunday.

Harper and Robbie join, too.

Colin, you, and the kids love walking around, getting donuts, coffee, and apple cider.

You get fruit, veggies, hot dogs, pretzels, and other yummy eats.

The kids love the petting zoo that happens every week.

You go back home, and make a veggie pizza for lunch, and the kids love it.

It's a great way to spend a family day.

Johnny Storm

You and Johnny go to the farmers market every Sunday.

You have Jake in the stroller.

Coffee and donuts are a must.

But Jake loves your milk!

You get fruit, veggies, soda bread, beer bread, and you get donut peaches, because you love donut peaches.

You have fruit crepes for breakfast.

You get some cannoli.

You have pizza for lunch, and split it with Johnny.

You feed Jake from a bottle.

You burp him, but he spits up on Johnny.

"He got you good!"

You clean the spit up off your husband.

Farmer's market day is also family day.

You and Johnny wouldn't have it any other way.

You have mac and cheese for dinner.

Frank Adler

You and Frank enjoy going to the farmer's market every Saturday.

It's your first stop after you've gone grocery shopping.

You get coffee and some cookies.

You, Frank, and Mary love getting hot dogs.

You and Frank are walking around, wedding rings on your fingers.

Mary is walking with her head held high, knowing that you're in her life, her uncle is lucky, and Frank keeps stealing kisses whenever he gets the chance.

A year later, it's farmer's market day, and your first wedding anniversary.

Frank and Mary give you a journal full of things they love about you.

You give Frank something just as meaningful.

You give him an ultrasound.

You and Frank are going to be parents!

Mary will have a cousin.

You and Frank are completely over the moon!

You, Frank, Mary, and Dylan make Saturday's family day at the farmer's market.

Pete Brenner

Farmer's market day is also family day.

You, Pete, Zoe, and Mary love walking around the booths.

You and Pete find a ton of gluten-free options for Zoe.

There's even a food truck that sells gluten-free baked goods.

The girls love the petting zoo, and they love eating their snacks that they get at the farmer's market.

They love the apple slices with caramel dip.

You and Pete make it a point to go every Sunday.

Pete gets some gluten-free soda bread at the gluten-free bakery booth, and he makes some gluten-free chili with Zoe for dinner.

Pete and Zoe love making different gluten-free dishes.

When Zoe becomes an adult, she owns and operates a gluten-free bakery.

Her sister Mary works at the family insurance office alongside Pete.

Zoe has a booth at the farmer's market, and loves meeting kids and adults who have to eat gluten-free.

Cole Turner

Cole is a farmer, so he spends every week at the farmer's market.

He sells his flowers and plants.

You help out at the booth, too.

Your students recognize you.

Cole and you break down the booth at the end of the day.

You and Cole spend every week at the farmer's market, and you help Cole sell his plants and flowers.

You and Cole eat Mexican takeout because you're both too lazy to cook at the end of the day.

Ari Levinson

You're battling cervical cancer, so you and Ari go to the farmer's market if you feel up to it.

Ari is following the nurses orders to make sure you're having healthy, nutritious meals.

You can only keep down pancakes and chicken broth.

But, Ari won't stop fussing over you.

"Come on, sugar. You need to eat something!"

"I can't," you plead.

Ari gets lots of veggies, fruit, and even some bagels, bread, and things that you can easily eat and keep down easily.

You eat a few bites bland veggies and bland fruits.

You throw up because the chemo is kicking your ass.

You keep down some veggies and some broth, and that's it.

Next year, you're doing much better, and have started to put on some weight.

Farmer's market day is a favorite with you and Ari.

The food at the farmer's market is organic.

Which is why you could keep it down for the most part during chemo.

You and Ari love going to the farmer's market.

[beardedjoel]

omg had a pretty little wife x joel thot I had to share

Joel teaches her a family recipe for some kind of sauce (pasta, salsa, barbecue, etc) and he’s making a big batch of it on the stove. While he lets it simmer, he obviously gets hands with his wife. He gets her nice and wet, then starts fingering her and says, “see now when you stir the sauce and it sounds like this, that’s how you know it’s done” 😳

ANON YOU CAN'T JUST SEND ME STUFF LIKE THIS!!!! BUT ALSO YES YOU ABSOLUTELY CAN AND I AM LITERALLY JUST SPEECHLESS BYE (he's so fucking nasty I LOVE IT)

[princessbrunette]

im desperate because i keep thinking about lord!rafe but I don't have any damn good ideas for you to draw inspiration from if you were to write for him again and im just sitting there

barbecue salsa on my titties

AAAA thank u he’s sooo hard to think of ideas for i never know where to go with him….. happy you like him though !! 💕

[mariacallous]

I love summer cookouts, but at some point this summer I will get sick of the usual burgers and hot dogs and crave something a little more interesting on the grill. Not to mention the lack of fruits and vegetables found at your typical summer barbecue. I’ve been keeping my eyes peeled for some grilled dishes featuring fruits and veggies and I’ve put together some of the standouts:

While Paula Deen is not best known for her healthful recipes, this Grilled Radicchio and Walnut Salad is a real winner and a great side for any grilling party.

I love grilled peaches, especially as a simple dessert served with fresh whipped cream. But I had never seen a recipe quite like The Food Yente’s Grilled Peach Salsa which would make a great appetizer served with tortilla chips, or would also be delicious served over grilled chicken or salmon.

Guacamole is a crowd-pleasing starter, but try changing it up by grilling your avocado with these Grilled Avocado Toasts from Martha Stewart — you will wonder why it’s taken you so long to try it!

Finally, this grilled eggplant with chermoula (a herby, flavorful North African spice paste) takes vegetables to a whole new level, and is perfect for hot summer nights alongside your protein of choice.

I must give credit where credit is due, and my husband’s roasted (or grilled) corn salad is one of his best dishes. While this dish is best made while fresh corn is in season, you can make this side dish all year round using canned corn as well.