#THIS WAS REQUESTED AFTER I LISTED THE BROAD STROKES IN A TAG RAMBLE

[words-writ-in-starlight]

insurrection chili, i guess

Make it for when your country throws a coup and you need something incredibly idiot-proof but also very satisfying.

BASIC CHILI

Acquire the following between 10 AM and noon:

one or two onions, chopped (I use white onions but whatever you’ve got)

kidney beans and white beans and maybe also black beans, if you’ve got an excess of beans and you’re looking to get through them (whatever amount you have is fine)

corn of some kind (I do like one can of corn per three cans of beans)

chili peppers if you’ve got them (however many of whatever pepper you know your family can handle eating, I do like three jalapenos but then my girlfriend and boyfriend are afraid of spicy food)

However Much Crushed Tomato Fills The Rest Of The Crock Pot (or pureed, or diced, or I guess even canned whole tomatoes if you’re willing to squish them yourself later, Idk, I just usually have crushed tomatoes in the house)

Put all of the above in a crock pot.  Like, the biggest crock pot you have, as a present for Future You.  It should be liquidy enough to stir easily but not watery.  If it’s too wet, cook it with the lid off for a while.  If you can’t stir it, just put water in it.

Add chili powder, cayenne pepper, paprika, and cumin, in whatever amounts speak to your soul.  More spices are good.  Probably more chili powder than any of the others.  Sometimes I put garlic in there if I remember.

Add salt.  It’s mostly tomato, so resign yourself here and now to adding more salt every time you taste it for the next few hours.

Set crock pot to high (if cooking for 4-6 hours) or low (if cooking for 7+ hours).

Ignore the chili while you doomscroll news sites.  Whenever you start being able to hear your own heartbeat, step away from the news for long enough to taste the chili and inevitably add more salt.  Maybe make cornbread if you really need a minute.

IF YOU WANT TO PUT MEAT IN YOUR CHILI

I personally don’t put meat in a food that I intend to make into a psychological crutch during a coup, because meat requires slightly more babysitting, but whatever works for you, my dude.

Acquire the following:

chorizo, any chorizo is fine, precooked, uncooked, whatever (chopped into like whatever size feels bite sized)

bacon, but probably only like half a pack of bacon, with the rest to be used for whatever moment you decide you really need bacon in your life (chopped into squares)

If you’re cooking the chili for like 8 hours, just chuck the chorizo in your crock pot at the bottom of everything, even uncooked.  If less, do uncooked chorizo in a pan first, then chuck it in there.  Ignore the chili for a couple hours, then stir the chorizo in with everything and go back to ignoring the chili.  Just check the chorizo by cutting it in half or maybe sticking it with a thermometer later.

If you’re dealing with cooked chorizo, just throw it in the pot and get on with your life, it’s already cooked, it doesn’t care.

DON’T COOK THE BACON FIRST, that’s a bad instinct and it makes shoe leather.  Layer the bacon on the bottom of the crock pot, put everything else in, set the crock pot to HIGH for an hour or two.  Then go back and mix everything together and (if you’re doing the chili for a long time) turn it down to low.  Then ignore the chili.

As yet a third option, you can do ground beef, which you can add like chorizo--either at the bottom of a crock pot for a long time, or in a pan ahead of time.  I personally don’t like ground meat but you CAN do it if you don’t like/can’t eat chorizo or bacon.  

Eat it when you get hungry.  If you’re so caught up in the news that you forget about it and make something else or don’t eat dinner, it’s fine.  Set it on low and eat it for lunch.  One time I forgot it for twenty-five hours and it was fine.  It’ll be kind of a darker color but it’s still chili and it’s still fine.  The world outside might be the first five minutes of a dystopian apocalypse flick, but the chili is fine and you probably can’t fuck it up no matter what you do, so take some comfort in that, I guess?  I don’t know, I do.

I guess if you’re doing meat in your chili, you probably CAN’T forget it for twenty-five hours without doing something weird to the meat.  But like.  Somewhere between 4 and 12 hours is probably the right amount of time.  Do whatever, as long as your meat is cooked through.  

You’re fine.  

The chili is fine.  

Eat something while you doomscroll.  

I love you.  

Drink some water.  

Bye.

[sneezefiction]

sunshine

Lev Haiba x Reader - Drabble

event request: “Congratulations on 600!!! For the event can I request Lev + Sunshine?”

a/n: some poetic rambles for my love, Lev♡

warnings: none! pure fluff, my loves.

wc: 500 exactly

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Gentle streams of golden sun illuminate loose strands of hair. The curtain you forgot to close welcomes in the faint glimmer of day, sending dappled light onto the figures below. Your warm bodies sprawled out across the grey, textured futon.

Late-night dates topped with cinnamon rolls and syrupy sweet kisses often turned into Saturday sleepovers. These kinds of weekends never took much convincing with Lev. Actually, it usually took none at all.

The moment you suggest something that places you in his proximity, you gain his full, unadulterated attention. He’ll do whatever it takes to encircle his protective arms around you at all times. So whether it be baking, studying, or the tantalizing request of an uninterrupted make-out session, he’ll be there.

He loves every moment.

But when it comes to you... it’s the morning after that captures your heart.

You’re grateful for the first break of diluted daylight. For the flush of sunshine that allows you to rest your eyes on his beautifully delicate features. The contours, lashes, and those slightly parted soft, sweet lips. You can’t get enough.

Your eyes lazily flutter open to see the snoozing face of your favorite person.

The scent of vanilla still hovering in the air from your prior baking activities. A pile of blankets strewn across the hardwood floor from whoever kicked them off in their deep sleep. Mornings like these came easy. 

The sleepy rhythm that emanated from the rise and fall of Lev’s chest lifts your head slightly. Heavy, slender limbs tangle around your own tired body, the warmth beckoning you to release a dreamy, contented sigh. Movement is unnecessary.

Because why would you move if the universe itself wished you to be in this very position?

Even if you had invited your body to shift around, it would’ve shaken its satisfied head at you, refusing to lift even a finger.

All you needed was right here. Your arm draped over his broad chest, the silver-haired boy’s long, toned legs stretching the length of the makeshift bed. You wanted to soak in every last second of his beautiful form, drawing yourself closer to him in a sincere attempt to pause time.

But soon his eyes peak open to the top of your head. Like second nature, Lev places his arm, which previously hung over the ledge of the futon, over your back, stroking and tracing it. He’s clearly in a sleepy daze, his hands tickling your sides unintentionally, but you move your head to catch his eye, not quite lifting it off of his chest.

He squints as the sunbeams dance their way into his bright green eyes. But even with his slanted gaze, you’re being submerged in a meditative look of adoration.

You naturally thank the sun for the way it kisses his skin.

But to him, it’s you who glows. 

It’s you who takes his breath away, no matter how early the morning or how dark the night. 

With or without the sunshine, you are radiant. 

Beaming. 

Perfect.

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for Gracie’s 600 Follower Event!!

tags: @cherryonigiri, @yams046, @kaidasen 

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[when-the-day-met-the-night]

The Queen of All my Dreams

Smut, Fluff

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Y/N), Mentions of Sam

Warnings: NSFW, Unprotected sex, Oral sex, Masturbation, Language, Sad!Dean (just a little bit)

Summary: Dean and Sam had a rough hunt. All Dean wants to do is get home to his girl.

Word Count:1,897 (a mere drabble hahaha)

Author’s Note: This is my first fic, so it may be garbage. I need to thank @helvonasche and @madamelibrarian for all their help and support. You guys are the shit.

P.S.

If you like this and want to be added to my tag list, (that has like two people on it) let me know. There will be more fics soon and feel free to request things.

xoxo - Laney

Dean’s POV

The hunt wasn’t supposed to go like this. It was a simple, salt and burn. Shit we could do in our sleep… Sam and I had done all the research, but something wasn’t right when it came down to it. There was something different about this vengeful spirit and a girl almost lost her goddamn life… and it was my fault. Things like this have been happening way too often during easy hunts…

I was brought out of my thoughts by the song on the radio. Ramble On by Zeppelin… her favorite song.

“Gotta find the queen of all my dreams...”

God damn was she the queen of all my dreams. Y/N had something about her that always brought me back to Earth when I felt like all I ever did was fuck things up. All I wanted to do was get home to her.

Y/N wasn’t a hunter, but she knew about the things Sam and I did. She knew that there were dangers around every corner, but she didn't care. Like an idiot, I even tried to make her leave. But she never faltered, even when I said some of the nastiest things to her. Deep down inside, she knew I didn’t mean them. That’s what I love about Y/N, she can always see right through my bullshit.

I sighed as I thought about Y/N… Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sam glance over to me. We hadn’t said a word to each other after we got in the car and we probably wouldn’t. I didn't want to talk, I just needed to get back to Y/N.

“I’m goin’ around the world, I gotta find my girl…”

9 pm rolled around and we finally made it back to the bunker. I’d never been happier to hear the iron door slam behind me. Shuffling down the metal stairs, Sam and I went our separate ways; Him to his room. Me, to my girl.

I peeked my head in the door to make sure I didn’t come barreling in and wake Y/N up, but there she sat, in her favorite tank top and boxer shorts, reading some trashy chick book… God she was beautiful. I dropped my bag by the desk and the door softly shut behind me.

I slowly moved toward the bed, kicking off my boots with each step. She softly said, “Hey Deano.” Deano… I loved it when she called me Deano… Without a word, I slowly climbed into bed and curled up by Y/N. I noticed the cadence of her breathing and slowed my own to match her pace.

I rubbed my hand up her soft thigh and laid my face in her lap as she continued to read. Her body was so comfortable and relaxed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her peek over her book at me. I closed my eyes trying to hide the tears that started to well up. She was home to me and I couldn’t help the emotion that overwhelmed me when I was with her, especially after that horrific hunt.

Noticing my tears, Y/N slowly laid her book down and said softly, “Bad hunt?” All I could do was nod against her thighs. I couldn’t speak, because I knew if I did, I would break.

I felt her tiny hands move to my scalp. Y/N knew that scratching my head always helped me relax. She was so giving of herself to try to make me feel better, no matter what the circumstances were. I sighed and relaxed into her touch, mumbling, “I need you, Y/N/N.”

Y/N made me sit up, as she shimmied out from underneath me. I slid over to sit on the side of the bed, feeling Y/N move on the bed behind me. Her gentle hands rubbed over my shoulders, tugging at the material of my flannel. “Let’s get this off.” she said. Pulling my arms out of my flannel, she moved her hands down my back, gently applying pressure to my tight muscles. Unconsciously, my back muscles relaxed and I exhaled the breath I was holding in. Her hands traveled to the hem of my undershirt and I raised my arms so she could pull it over my head.

Humming as I felt her lips graze the shell of my ear, she nipped at my earlobe a few times and giggled as she moved down to the soft spot under my ear.

Y/N ran her tongue over the sensitive spot under my ear and gently sucked the skin into her mouth. As she continued to suck on my neck, I noticed her hands progress down my back, to my hips, where they came to rest at the junction of my thighs. I could barely feel her soft touch through my jeans. I grunted as she moved her mouth to my shoulder continuing to suck and nip at my skin. I had to get her in front of me so I could see her. Y/N hands migrated towards my rapidly hardening cock and began to palm me through my jeans. I quickly grabbed her hand and stilled her palm on my erection. “C’mere Y/N/N.” Keeping her hand in it’s place, I felt her move around my side, coming to stand in between my thighs. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.” I said, taking her figure in.

Her face was bare, no makeup in sight. She had that glimmer in her eye and the little upturn of the corner of her mouth she always got when she got worked up. I raised my hand to caress her face and she stood in front of me. Without a word, she grabbed my hands and put them on her hips. I raised her shirt up over her head, exposing her bare chest. I leaned forward and took one of her nipples in my mouth, letting my teeth lightly scrape the sensitive skin. Y/N moaned, moving her hands to my head again. Pulling my head into her chest, I heard Y/N cry out as I sucked a purple mark into her breast. I needed to be inside her, now. But she had different plans.

Y/N pulled away from me and stepped out of her boxers, exposing her entire body to me. “What did I ever do to deserve someone like you?” I said, as my cock throbbed at the sight of her fully naked body.  

“Shhh…” she said, in a soft and sultry voice. Before I could get my hands on her again, Y/N sank to her knees in between my legs. “Let me take care of you Dean.” Fuck, I need her so bad.

Slow enough to kill me, Y/N unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs, along with my boxers and threw them into the corner of the room. Running her tiny hands up my thighs, I looked down and the woman that I loved and knew that I was the luckiest man in the whole fucking world. She took me in her hand and slowly pumped my cock. Y/N reached with her other hand and cupped my balls, making my eyes flutter shut.

I barely heard her say, “Deano, look at me.” I opened my eyes and locked on to her Y/E/C eyes. Never breaking eye contact, she leaned in and licked a broad stripe up the underside of my cock. Swirling her tongue around the head, she hummed in satisfaction. She loved the way I tasted...

Y/N continued to stroke my cock as she let some of her spit run off her lips, slicking the way for her hand. Finally, her mouth made contact with my cock and I immediately melted into the bed. Falling back on my arms, I kept my head up so I could see Y/N. Taking me all the way in her mouth, I felt the back of her throat contract around my cock. I could see the pleasure building up in her face, as she was enjoying this as much as I was. Keeping one hand on my length and continuing to take all of me in her mouth, I saw Y/N’s hand drift down in between her legs. “Fuck, baby girl.” I said, watching her begin to rub her clit at the same pace she was sucking my cock. Soon, I could hear the wet sounds coming from her pussy. She loved getting off on getting me off. She began to slow down her movements on my cock as she came. I held out my hand to pull her up off of the floor and into my lap.

Panting from her orgasm, Y/N collapsed into my arms. I reached for her small fingers and sucked them into my mouth, cleaning them of her sweet juices. “Y/N, look at me.” I said softly. Y/N looked up at me through her hooded eyes and hummed in response. “I love you… so goddamn much, let me show you how much you mean to me.”

Y/N reached her hand up to cup my face and whispered, “I love you too Deano, so so much.” I was home.

Settling into the sheets of our bed, I positioned myself over Y/N’s petite frame. Running her nails over my chest, Y/N spread open her legs, giving me access to her pussy. I rubbed the head of my cock through her soaked folds a few times, teasing her just a little. She shot me a frustrated look and I chuckled, “Sorry.” Y/N pulled my face down and kissed my lips. She always tasted like cinnamon gum, which she chewed all the damn time. “Y’ready?” I asked as I pulled away from her lips.

“Always, Deano.”

Lining myself up with Y/N, I slowly slid into her, feeling her walls contract around my pulsing cock. It took everything I had not to cum as soon as I was fully seated inside her. Y/N moaned as I slowly pulled out of her, quickly thrusting back in again. Y/N gasped for air as I began to pound into her. “Breathe baby” I cooed as I continued to speed up my thrusts. It wasn’t long before Y/N was cumming all over my cock and soon it would be my turn. Continuing my movements, Y/N grabbed onto my shoulder and looked me straight in the eyes.

“Cum inside me Dean, I need you.” That did it for me. A few thrusts later I reached my apex and flooded her cunt.

Still inside her, I rolled Y/N over on top of me. Brushing the hair out of her face and lightly grazing my fingers along her back, I thought about how bad I needed Y/N. She was the woman I loved, the one who was always there, no matter how shitty things got and I didn't want her to go anywhere. Man, was she really the queen of all my dreams. “Hey, Y/N/N…” I whispered.

“Hmmmm…?” she said sleepily.

“Marry me.”

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