#Trashcan Mac

[river-taxbird]

Update: I bought a 2013 Mac Pro, (Iconic Trashcan Design!) and I'm doing it. My goal is to get a powerful creative workstation you can fit in a backpack.

Have you got an old Mac that is no longer supported by Apple? It's time to give it a new life.

How to install the latest MacOS on Mac hardware that is no longer officially supported using OpenCore Legacy Patcher.

I recently discovered this and it has been a game changer. Recently my partner needed a Mac for her music course, so we bought a 2012 Macbook Pro as it was cheap and on paper still had decent hardware for working with music. We were then disappointed to find out that it is no longer supported by Apple, and therefore can't run the latest version of Logic, which she needed to inter-op with the school comptuers. Just as we thought we had bought a less than useful computer, I found this video about OpenCore Legacy Patcher from Youtuber Action Retro.

It's a community made piece of software that allows you to install the latest version of MacOS on any Intel Mac, from the late 2000s onwards. All you need to do is download the application on a mac, it will then allow you to make a bootable USB drive for any version of MacOS you want, and you just need to choose the specific mac you are targeting from a list, and it "blesses" the bootable drive, allowing you to install it on your unsupported mac using the normal install process.

I tried it and it it worked perfectly on the 2012 Macbook Pro, and the latest version of MacOS Sonoma is running perfectly well on the 12 year old hardware. It also allowed us to install the latest version of Logic, so it's working great.

Props to the team for making this and allowing hardware that would otherwise be e-waste to continue to be usable with the modern internet and software. If you end up using it, please consider donating to the team as apparently they had to jump through some serious technical hoops to get this working. Here is the link again if you need it: https://dortania.github.io/OpenCore-Legacy-Patcher/

[morerogue]

[phxntomsdusk]

It’s paying off - Tutor!Will x GN!reader

summary: being tutored by your crush finally pays off!

warnings: none<3 (this sucks cause it was so rushed)

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog (ask to be added)

word count: 683

Failing wasn’t fun. Especially when you need a tutor.

And that’s exactly where you are right now, getting extra help in the library after school for your classes. It sucked to say the least, but there was one plus side, your tutor was the smartest and possibly cutest guy in school. Will Gold.

You were happy your teacher recommended him to you, after all, you had been crushing on him for months at this point, but you never had the guts to talk to him. This finally gave you the chance!

You entered the library like always, making your way to your usual table and seeing Will. You instantly smiled, waving at him and blushing lightly as he waved back.

“Hey, good to see you.” He spoke softly as you sat down, gesturing for you to pull out the work you needed help with, to which you obeyed. “So, how was your day?” He began to pull out his things but kept glancing at you until you responded. “It was okay, hated lunch though, some kid threw Mac and cheese all over my table.”

He laughed lightly, opening up his laptop and grabbing your notebook, scanning over the notes you previously took. “Was it that Kyle guy? I heard he always does that stuff.” You nodded along, laughing along with him. “He does. This is the fifth time this year.” You rolled your eyes at the thought, trying your best not to stare at him.

The conversation quickly went from normal to school, he began asking questions about your lessons, which you had to answer without getting distracted by his smile.

For some reason there was a different tension in the air, he was acting different somehow. You didn’t know how or why, he just was.

The tutoring session came to an end after an hour as always, with Will helping you pack your things and walking you out to your car. But before you got inside he stopped you to ask a quick question.

“Hey, if you want we can continue back at my house. I live down the block so we could just drive there in your car.” He shrugged awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he waited for your response.

You just got the opportunity to go to his house, the boy you had been obsessing over for months, who would let that go? “Yeah, sure. Sounds good.” He got into the passenger seat of your car with a smile, waiting for you until he began small talk again.

The ride was short of course, the two of you sat at his dining table and continued to work on your assignments. The entire time you caught him staring at you, not in his usual way though, it was a new and different look than the ones you grew used to. “Will, you staring.” You waved your hand in front of his face, watching him simply smile and nod. “I know.” He sighed lightly, looking away and chewing at his bottom lip.

“Would you wanna go on a date?” His words caught you off guard. He was asking you on a date? He simply continued to erase some of the pencil scribbled on his paper, waiting for you to answer still.

It took a few seconds, but of course you agreed. “Yeah, of course. I’d love to.” You watched as his smile widened, looking at you as his hand continued to erase the pencil on the paper. “Movies on Saturday?” He raised a brow, his voice hopeful.

“Yeah, that works. Also, you’re gonna rip the paper if you continue to erase.” You chuckled lightly as he quickly stopped, wiping away the indane amount of shavings into the trashcan nearby. “Sorry, sorry. I got distracted by how pretty you are.” He smiled shyly and put his pencil down, scratching the back of his neck.

“Let’s get back on track!” He smiled and picked up one of your pens, beginning to explain the concept of whatever subject you were on.

Maybe tutoring was better than you thought. It’s finally paying off.

[massivedrickhead]

32 for the sleepy prompts please 🥰

32. "Those energy drinks really aren't good for you."

Prompt taken from here

Read on AO3

“Those energy drinks really aren’t good for you.”

Chloe’s voice startled Beca so much that she almost jumped out of her chair.

“Jesus, Chloe,” she said, cleaning up the spilled drops of Red Bull from her desk with a wipe of her sleeve. 

Chloe frowned, arms folded across her chest as she raised her eyebrows at her wife. Beca saw her eyeing the numerous cans on her desk.

“These aren’t all from today,” Beca said, hastily sweeping them into her trashcan. 

“Uh huh,” Chloe said, clearly not believing her. “They really aren’t good for you, Bec.”

Beca frowned and picked up the can, squinting as she tried to read the nutritional information. “They aren’t? I could have sworn these were full of vitamins or something.”

“Don’t be a smartass when I’m mad at you,” Chloe said. 

Beca grinned. “Come on, you can’t stay mad at me.” She took hold of Chloe’s hand and tugged her towards her. “I don’t drink coffee, so this is what I have instead.”

“You’ll be up all night-”

“I won’t,” Beca said, cutting her off. “This stuff doesn’t even really affect me anymore.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better! Your body is so used to all this crap that it’s just built up a tolerance to it!”

“You know, a lot of people in my industry would just smoke crack instead. I think, personally, this is better,” Beca said, trying not to smirk. 

“You’re being an ass,” Chloe said. “Here I am, worried about your health, and you aren’t taking me seriously.”

“I’m sorry,” Beca said, tugging at Chloe’s hand again until she was sat in her lap. “Would it make you feel better if I switched to sugar-free?”

Chloe pulled a face. “It would make me feel better if you switched to water.”

“A surefire way of stopping me from falling asleep at my desk,” Beca said, her voice heavy with sarcasm.

“If you slept properly at night, then you wouldn’t be falling asleep at your desk, and if you weren’t drinking seven cans of Red Bull a day, you’d be sleeping properly at night,” Chloe said. “Please, Bec, I’m being serious. Can you try and cut back?”

“Is it genuinely worrying you that much?” Beca asked. Chloe nodded. “Then I’ll cut back.” She picked up the can on her desk. “My last one until tomorrow, I promise.”

Chloe raised an eyebrow. 

“My last one until Friday? Saturday? I can’t have one on Saturday?”

“You aren’t working on Saturday, so you don’t need to stop yourself from falling asleep at your desk,” Chloe said. “Your last one until Monday. Unless you want to put that one in the fridge and you can have it tomorrow?”

Beca pulled a face. “Ew, flat redbull, no thanks.” She took a sip and sighed. “My last until Monday. The things I do for you.” 

“I’m a very lucky woman,” Chloe said, unable to resist an eye-roll. Chloe got off Beca’s lap so she could let her get back to work.

“You’re going to have to deal with me when I get a headache tonight from withdrawal,” Beca said, turning back to her computer. 

“A small price to pay,” Chloe said. 

“I’m going to be a real baby about it!”

“I know you are!”

-

Later that night Chloe was reading a book on the sofa when Beca finally emerged from her office.

“It’s about time,” Chloe said, glancing up as Beca dropped onto the sofa beside her. “Dinner is almost done, are you hungry?”

Beca groaned in response, her head coming to rest on Chloe’s lap.

“Let me guess,” Chloe said. “Headache?”

Beca nodded.

Chloe sighed and started running her fingers through Beca’s hair. 

“M’tired,” Beca mumbled. “My head hurts. I’m grumpy.”

Chloe had to fight the urge to chuckle. 

“I know,” she said. “Stay here, I’ll get you something.”

Chloe got off the sofa, ignoring Beca’s protests, and went into the kitchen. 

She returned with a glass of water and some Advil, before making a trip back to dish up two bowls of mac and cheese. 

“Here,” Chloe said. “You’ll feel better once you eat and drink something.”

Beca stirred her fork listlessly around the bowl, feeling vaguely nauseous. 

“Eat,” Chloe said again. “I promise it’ll help.”

Beca sighed and took a bite. 

When she finished she took two Advil with a swallow of water, and then Chloe frowned at her until she downed the whole glass.

“Thank you,” Chloe said, smiling as Beca immediately put her head back down on her lap. “Feel better?”

“A little,” Beca said. She yawned. “Why am I so tired?”

“I feel like you don’t need me to say it’s because you didn’t drink seven Red Bulls today,” Chloe said. 

“Is this just what you feel like all the time?” Beca asked. 

“No,” Chloe said with a small chuckle. “But I’m not crashing right now.”

“It’s a good job I never got into actual drugs because this sucks,” Beca grumbled.

“Wow, you really are being a baby about this, huh?” Chloe said.

“Shut up,” Beca said, laughing. “I’m suffering.”

“I know,” Chloe said, running her hand through Beca’s hair. “You’re being really brave.”

“I am,” Beca said. 

They sat in silence for a while, Chloe’s hand moving constantly through Beca’s hair, as the TV played quietly in the background.

“Thank you for doing this for me,” Chloe said. 

“I’d do literally anything for you, Chlo’,” Beca mumbled. “You should know that by now.”

“Are you falling asleep?” Chloe asked. “It’s 7:30.”

“Just resting my eyes,” Beca said, stifling a yawn. 

“I totally believe you.” 

[slafkovskys]

have Petey and princess ever talked about her not wanting kids? Like how did that conversation go?

warnings: talks heavily about the possibility of never having kids due to a medical condition and also talks about said medical condition. please proceed with care.

princess had never wanted a serious relationship, but things were different with elias. when they get back to vancouver from sweden and she’s spending basically all of her nights at his apartment, she knows that they’re serious before they even put a label on it. she knows that she has to tell him then.

“we need to talk,” she breaks the ice over dinner. she has cooked that night, just a basic pasta and sauce but elias still said that it was the best he had ever tasted, “about something serious.”

“okay,” elias sets his fork down and crosses his hands together in front of him.

“i care about you, elias. i can see a future with you and what i’m about to tell you, i can’t move forward with us without you knowing it. there’s only two people in the world that know,” she swallows the lump in her throat, “me and the doctor who diagnosed me.”

“princess,” he trails off, a look of concern taking over his face as he reaches across the table to grab onto her hand and she’s so grateful for that in the moment, “you don’t have to tell me-”

“i have endometriosis,” she says the words that she had never uttered out loud to another soul before. her eyes search his face for a reaction which she doesn’t get. “it’s a medical condition where basically the tissue that’s supposed to grow inside of my uterus, isn’t growing there and because of that, i may never be able to have children.”

realization flashes across his face and she nods.

“i’ve known for a few years now and i’ve made peace with the fact that children just may not be in my future. i- i love them, but just not for me,” she squeezes his hand, “if that’s a deal breaker for you i understand-”

“no, it’s just- i don’t know anything about the condition-”

“endometriosis.”

“endometriosis,” he looks at her for confirmation and she nods her head, “it’s not a dealbreaker for me, princess. not at all. thank you for telling me.”

“you understand that i may never be able to give you children,” she needs that clarification and he cracks a small smile. “elias-”

“but i’ll still have you?” he asks and she nods, “you’re going to have to teach me about it because i don’t know anything, seriously, but i don’t look at you any differently than i did five minutes ago when i thought you were going to tell me that you just ordered this from a restaurant and threw away the boxes.”

she can’t help but laugh at his attempt to lighten the mood, “is it that bad?”

“you burned microwave mac and cheese the other day, princess. and i saw the receipt sticking out of the trashcan.”

[nailgunstigmata]

mac keeps getting boyfriends but dennis keeps finding out and chugging them silly. tom and jerry scenario where mac has a boyfriend he only meets under the cover of darkness and in a shady corner and dennis is hiding inside a trashcan and jumps out the second mac leaves. mac has a boyfriend and doesnt even want to know his name or face because dennis cant find out if mac doesnt know but then macs boyfriend sends a message to break up with him and mac is like „did he chug you“ and the bf goes „yeah. yeah“. mac and boyfriend number 27 are on a date and mac turns around once and suddenly hears furious chugging noises and when he looks back his boyfriends pants are around his ankles and he just goes „i think we need to break up“

[seancamerons]

as far 90s shows, did anyone watch any of these:

teen angel it was like on after sabrina or something during the tgif era of the 90s? i found it lowkey funny, idk if it was like shortlived i assume that, but idk if it was good or cringey? i think it was only on for one or two at the most seasons, i remember he would literally talk to the moon/stars/god but also like have teenager hijinks

smart guy as it is, a smart guy. young kid maybe 10 years old in college, skiped grade school/high school and is now in college with his dumb brother. i think it was on disney channel.

my brother and me a two season show on nickelodeon in the 90s, i don't remember that much about it tbh, just that it existed and i know i watched it but idk if it held my attention. it seemed run of the mill early nickeloeon two brothers, their friends and random things that would happen like in the style of most of the shows of the time.

gulah gulah island a show about a family and a large amphibian friend of their family on a island (where is gulahgulah?) i was able to do a killer impression of the pollywog. i would make a garden bc the mom had one in the summer before kindergarten and i would sing plant a seed in my garden, my garden my garden plant a seed in my garden watch it grow 🎶 i still if i hear it on a nostalgic video sing the theme. i found out the husband and wife are an actual couple irl earlier this year, and simeon (sp?) and shayna i think was their child biologically. the other two kids were hired to be their other kids, the one daughter was on keenan and kel as far as i know. she played keenan's sister who crushed on kel after gulah gulah ended.

pete and pete a show in the 90's quirky as all get out. good music, good vibes, a child with a beautiful mermaid tattoo and more questions than answers tbh. the mom had a plate in her head, thee dad was oblivious, speaking of oblivious the next show:

the secret world of alex mac yet another 90's show, about a girl with a secret, which the theme gives you the run down, alex is not average in the slightest. i loved that show and people often forget all about it.

so let's just say everyone knows sabrina, but do they remember clarissa? if you don't know, clarissa explains it all. i think there were a few things she didn't know about, or left out. clarissa was the effortlessly cool girl, but she was also painfully average and her brother reminded her of that, much to her chargrin. from her cool ass bedroom, her boy bestie sam who'd climb in the window via ladder, and she nonchalantly greeted him with a friendly, "hi sam!", her weird ginger brother who was like a 'genius' but a jerk at the same time, her descriptions and slideshows about things she'd explain in detail at length, her dated little computer, her pet in the sandbox and a lot more things i forgot or are self-explanatory. na na nanna, nananananaana, hey cool!

doug if he's not bangin' on a trashcan, blasting killer tofu, arguing with his parents, clashing with his thespian sister, in the company of a blue dog named after dinner parents cook and kids love to hate, beefing with a rival in a leather jacket with a cat sidekick, or with mayor's stuck up daughter, surrounded by random kids with quirky names and dining a cool hangout called the honker burger he was writing in a journal or dreaming of fake worlds that are anything but normal. he was doug was one of the defining guys in 90s cool back in the day, he was cool bc he wasn't a showboat or an over confident or arrogant guy like chalky studebaker at times, or green-skinned rival roger who came off like a coward internally but tough and had an obnoxious laugh on the outside. he 's a guy in middle school with tensions with the principal, a total everyman with a big imagination who wrote his dreams, thoughts, and hopes in a journal, crushed on his girl next door/the show essential 'good girl' patti mayonnaise and of course, he had a loyal bestie skeeter. if it were 99-the 00s it was the spongebob/patrick dynamic, and even doug had an alter ego which was quail man. i believe the original story of doug, he was new to town and he came to be fast friends with skeeter, and quick enemies with their principal who always threatened him to put things on his permanent record, which i was afraid of when it was time for me to go to school when it came to going to the office for anything tbh.

[fluffypotatey]

*wheezes and gasps on the floor* It's so hard reading fic, Fluffy because without fail there will be a moment where MK is like "there's a situation with Macaque" and Wukong would just be *sighs and places hands on his hips* "alright what did he do this time." like Macky is some unruly raccoon in his trashcan that gets up to situations, and it's hysterical because I think about the polite boi sitting all smol and fluffy at the dinner table with his quiet little shy smile and like??? Wukong needs to keep this guy on a leash???? ITS HYSTERICAL FLUFFY- sir what happened, you're the one who caused the havoc in heaven now you're the office mom.

the true shy/quiet kid to theater kid pipeline

all i am getting is that Wukong was Macky's impulse control because he was so busy reeling Wukong in when shit hit the fan that his manners seem so polite in comparison. he had to be the reasonable one because Wukong sure wouldn't. so the moment they broke up and Mac was on his own, he had no one he needed to reel-in, leaving him more prone to reckless decisions (maybe. probably. listen, he is not perfect when it comes to taking care of himself ok?

and now their roles have flipped Imao 😂 Wukong is still impulsive and thinks on his feet, but he's definitely matured and tries to be reasonable (he's also a mentor now and has to be a good example for MK). meanwhile, Macky is a revived corpse who needs therapy pronto but decides the best course of action is revenge, then starting a play, then squatting out fim.

MK post-s4 just like “Wukong, Mac is....doing something" and Wukong is like "fucking dammit. is he screaming at Pigsy and Tang again?"

"No. He's messing with Sandy by making him purposefully lost”

“Stupid ducking shadow demon, messing with my day offs. MK have some tea prepared for Sandy while I beat Mac off with a broom”

[clementine-side-blog]

Sick - E.N

Summary: Y/n gets extremely sick and she had planned to go out and get stuff to make her feel better. But, she got too nauseous and isn't able to go out. Edward, being a good boyfriend, goes out and gets those things for her. (short but cute <3)

Content warning: Vomit, explicit language, sexual themes, Edward being a paranoid boyfriend, GN reader, they/them pronouns, Edward gets some anxiety in public.

Word Count: 1.9k

Songs for Inspo:

Put Your Head On My Shoulder - Paul Anka

Show Me How - Men I Trust

Heart To Heart - Mac DeMarco

Choking On Flowers - Fox Academy

Dreams - Fleetwood Mac (i love Fleetwood Mac <3)

Call It Fate, Call It Karma - The Strokes

"Why wouldn't I be sweet to you, angel?"

Y/n rested on the couch, a fluffy blanket covering their body as they shivered. In the morning, they were supposed to go to work. But, when they woke up they felt like death itself. Edward had already gone to work since he got up earlier then them, so it left them alone. They had called out of work and spent the entire day watching Courage The Cowardly Dog on the tv on the couch. Y/n loved the old Cartoon Network shows.

'jingle jingle'

They didn't even bother to move their body as they heard Edward's keys, scared that they might throw up if they did. The door opened and y/n's boyfriend walked in, placing the keys in the bowl next to the door. Hanging up his coat, he turned around and gasped quickly, holding a hand to his heart.

"Jiminy Christmas! Y/n, you scared me!" He groaned, running a hand through his slightly curly hair.

Y/n raised their hand up, waving at him without looking. They mumbled something under their breath. Edward raised an eyebrow, walking over to them. Looking down at the floor, he mouth an 'oh' as he saw a trash can lined with a bag, vomit covering the bottom of the bag. Tissues were piled up in a plastic grocery store bag as well. Y/n's nose was red, dark circles under their eyes, skin flushed. He bent down, to meet eye line with his partner. They groaned, rolling over to face away from him.

"'M sick..." they mumbled against the couch cushion.

He nodded, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Sighing, he grabbed the bag full of tissues and tied it up. Walking to the trashcan in the kitchen, he disposed of it. Y/n coughed, covering it up with their elbow. Edward frowned as he grabbed another plastic grocery bag from the pantry and brought it to the couch.

"Do you know how you got this sick, angel? Is there anything I can do to help?" He asked, sitting on the floor with his back against the couch.

"No, it's ok..." They mumbled.

"No, it's not. Here, let me check your temperature. Ok?" He asked.

Even though Edward had a thermometer in the apartment, he had gotten used to taking temps at his job. At this point, he could tell someone's temperature using the back of his hand. Brushing y/n's hair back slightly, he placed the back of his hand against their forehead.

"Oh dear, you're burning up. Are you sure you don't need anything?" He asked again.

"Maybe some crackers and ginger ale..." They weakly responded.

(a/n: I have IBS and these two things are perfect for when you are sick. If you have an upset stomach/are sick, I highly recommend you eat saltine crackers and drink ginger ale. The ginger will soothe your stomach and the crackers will help with filling your hunger but not being too heavy on your stomach. <3 hope you all are happy and healthy right now)

Edward nodded, rubbing their back. He stood up, walking back towards the front door. Putting his coat on, he grabbed his keys and opened the door. He looked back at y/n, frowning.

"I'll call you when I get to the store, ok? That way if you remember anything else you need you can tell me. Keep your phone near you, hun. I'll be back soon." He said.

~

Edward pulled up to the grocery store, finding a parking spot relatively close to the entrance. Getting out of his car, he locked it, double checking just in case. He shivered in the cold winter air, wondering if y/n got sick from the cold. After his chill left, he grabbed his phone and pulled up y/n's contact. As it rang, Edward walked into the entrance of the store, sighing happily when the gust of warm air hit his face. A rustling on the end of the other call signaled to Ed that y/n had answered.

"E-Eddie...?" Y/n asked, voice cracking.

"Oh darling, your poor throat probably hurts. I didn't think about that. You should just text me what you need." He mentally facepalmed himself.

"N-No, I wanna stay on call with you. I'm lonely."

"Y/n y-, ok fine, just try to talk as soft as you can."

Edward walked down the aisles, trying to find the one with the drinks. He got a little spun around, but he found the correct aisle eventually. His shoes clicked against the floor as he looked over the sodas. Smiling, he reached out and grabbed a bottle of ginger ale.

"Alright angel, you wanted crackers right?"

"Yeah..."

"Ok, let's see. Crackers, crackers, crackers, where are th-..."

Edward got silent.

"Eddie?" Y/n asked.

"Sorry, this lady looked at me weird because I was saying crackers over and over again." He muttered, slightly embarrassed.

Y/n laughed softly, coughing as it slowly started to hurt. They wheezed, coughing away from the phone and into their elbow. Edward chuckled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Stop laughing, y/n!"

"S-Stop being funny!" They retorted.

"Touché."

After a minute or so, Edward made his way towards the chips and snacks aisle. He groaned quietly, voice shaking as he walked past a few people. Y/n knew that Edward didn't like going to grocery stores or malls because of the amount of people. If he was at work he was fine, but any other setting made him uncomfortable. This is y/n was hesitant to even ask for anything in the first place.

"Yo-You're doing great, babe." Y/n reassured

Edward smiled softly, feeling a wave of comfort wash over him. It was true that crowded places made him anxious. Usually, y/n would go with him to the mall and stores. Neither of them liked going alone, so together they were able to comfort each other and have fun. And even though they weren't here, Edward felt better with y/n being on the phone with him.

"Thanks, y/n."

Quickly, Edward grabbed the box of crackers and tucked it underneath his arm. He looked like a mom with 3 kids. He held his phone up to his ear with his shoulder, propping it up against him. The bottle of ginger ale was gripped tightly in his other hand. Pieces of hair had fallen down in his face.

"Ok sweetie, I got everything. I'm pretty sure we have cold medicine in the medicine cabinet as well. So, I'm going to hang up, ok? I'll be home soon."

"Ok, bye Ed-Eddie, I love you..." They said breathily.

"I love you too, angel. Bye bye!" He said.

Grabbing the phone he pressed 'end call' and tucked it back in his pocket. Hurriedly, he walked over to the self-checkout, not having the social battery to make conversation with a cashier. He scanned the two items, swiping them over the red laser that read the barcodes. Deciding he didn't need a bag, he selected 'no bags' and inserted his debit card into the card reader. With a quick punch of his pin number he put his card back into his wallet and took the receipt. Putting his wallet and the receipt into his pocket, he grabbed his purchases and walked back outside. He unlocked the car and placed the drink and box of crackers in the passenger seat before he drove back to the apartment.

~

The door to the couples apartment opened, Edward walking in. He dropped his keys into the bowl next to the door. Kicking his shoes off, he groaned, the cold from outside still nipping at his ears and nose. He looked towards y/n who was in the same spot they were earlier.

"Hey angel, let me get you some medicine." He said.

"Hi Ed..." They mumbled.

Edward placed the bottle of ginger ale on the kitchen counter, dropping the crackers right next to it. Taking his coat off, he walked back to the front door and hung it on the coat rack. He placed his hands on the small of his back, grunting as he stretched out his back.

"What have you been doing since I've been gone?" He asked, curiously as he opened up the medicine cabinet.

"Just watching Courage, you remember that show?" They asked softly, pointing at the tv.

"Hm? Oh, wait, yeah I do. I liked that show a lot." He replied.

Edward grabbed a bottle of cough medicine, reading the instructions on the back of it. He narrowed his eyes at the words, confused as to why they always made the print so small. Once he got the proper dosage amount, he walked over to y/n. He gestured for them to sit up more. They groaned but did as he suggested. When there was room, he sat next to them.

"Alright, you need to, uh...ok yeah, you need to take a capful of this." He said, pouring the liquid into the provided measuring cap it came with.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, nose crinkling up in disgust. Edward looked at them, shrugging.

"What flavor is it?" They asked.

"Um...orange?" He said.

"Oh what the actual fuck?! Orange? That's the worst flavor you can make medicine." They groaned.

"Yeah, that sucks." He said, wincing when he saw the flavor.

"Grape is the best flavor for medicine." Y/n stated.

"Yep, grape is definitely the best, uh huh, now shush and drink this." He said quickly, trying to open their mouth.

"Hey! Hands off you cretin!" They hissed.

"Look, just plug your nose. You won't taste it as much. You can drink some of this water afterwards." He said, pointing to the water bottle on the coffee table.

"Ugh, fine." They groaned.

Edward gave them the capful of liquid, watching them plug their nose. Hesitantly, they gulped down the medicine in one swig. Ed grabbed the cap from them. Gagging, y/n stuck their tongue out and grabbed their water. Taking a huge sip, they swallowed and screwed the lid back on.

"See, that wasn't so bad! Let me go put this back up." He smiled.

Y/n smacked their lips, the foul taste still lingering in their mouth. Shivering, they pulled the blanket up around their neck. Edward rinsed the cap out before putting it back on top of the bottles lid. Putting it back into the medicine cabinet, he grabbed a bag of cough drops before closing the cabinet door.

"Catch! Make sure you take one right now." He said.

Y/n turned around, reaching up and grabbing the bag. Looking at it, they smiled when they saw the flavor of the cough drops. They opened it up, taking one drop out and unwrapping it. The set the bag on the coffee table as they popped the lemon cough drop in their mouth.

"Do you want some crackers and ginger ale?" Edward asked.

"Um, maybe some crackers. I'm ok with water for now." They replied.

Edward took a sleeve of crackers, opening it up and placing a good handful of them in a small bowl. Walking back over to the couch, he sat next to y/n. He handed them the bowl, wrapping an arm around their shoulders. Y/n shook their head.

"You're gonna get sick!" They said.

"I'll be fine. If I get sick, it's no big deal. I'm due for a few days off at work anyways." He smiled.

"Oh Ed, you're too sweet..."

He leaned down, placing a kiss on the top of their head. Y/n smiled, resting their head against his shoulder. Edward sighed happily, rubbing their arm with his hand.

"Why wouldn't I be sweet to you, angel?"

[isaut]

cheers!— rex x f!reader, divorcée au… written on tumblr LOL

“i’m going to the restroom,” you say, downing your martini and setting the, now warm, mason glass on the coffee table. there’s a bit of a wobble as you stand, before you disappear up the stairs to the second floor.

you don’t use the guest bathroom.

instead, you let yourself into rex’s room. use his bathroom. pull your toothbrush out from its hiding place and brush your teeth. you also find the makeup remover wipes you keep there too, wiping at least your foundation on. you don’t want to fight with your eye makeup.

stumbling and catching yourself on the door frame, you help yourself to a big tshirt of rex’s, leaving your halter top in a puddle on the floor.

you haven’t said goodnight to anyone. still, you peel off your jeans and let them join your top on the ground. taking a moment, you inspect the imprints left on you, but stop before it can become self loathing.

back in rex’s drawers, you find a pair of sweatshorts that you left there to sleep in. you plop down on his bed, applying some of his lotion, which is now your brand.

“i’m going to go check on her,” rex announces, standing and heading upstairs. he slowly opens up his bedroom door, eyes softening when he sees you.

you look over at him.

“hey,” he whispers, closing the door behind him. “what are you up to?”

“i’m tired,” you sigh softly, leaning back on your hands.

“yeah? you coming back downstairs, sweetheart?”

humming, you close your eyes as rex cups your face. “mmm… i don’t know… i think i might just stay here… with you…”

“i have to head back downstairs,” rex murmurs.

“you’re so attractive when you’re hosting…” your eyes flutter open to gaze up at him.

“i think you need to sleep,” rex notes. “want to take off the rest of your makeup?”

you shake your head, falling backwards. “i tried already.”

“i got you something,” rex says, leaving your side and heading into his bathroom. he emerges with a bottle of makeup remover and a few cotton pads.

sitting up on your elbows, you eye the bottle for a moment, trying for focus your eyes on it.

“is that mac?” you ask.

rex nods, putting some on a cotton pad. he leans over you, gently pressing the pad to your eye. “i’m tired of cleaning your mascara and glitter off my bedding.”

you lie under rex and let him clean off your makeup, resting your hand on his forearm.

“alright, i’ll tell everyone you passed out,” rex says. “you want some water?”

“some kisses. and a nice long cuddle,” you say, climbing under the sheets as rex holds them up for you.

“i can make those happen after everyone goes home,” rex says.

“i’ll be asleep by then,” you pout.

rex presses a kiss to your forehead. he drags a trashcan over, pushing what’s in there (a soda can and some tissues) down further to make space.

“I’ll get you some water and tea,” rex says.

“maybe something for me to throw up,” you mumble.

once you’re settled in upstairs with pretzels, tea and a water bottle, rex takes his seat back on the couch. it’s after conversation has picked back up and fallen back into its normal swing of things that you reappear.

rex sees you first, standing on the stairs with a frown on your face and brows furrowed.

quickly, he stands up to try and push you back upstairs before anyone can see that you have clearly been made ready for bed— his shirt, your shorts, makeup free.

“i need some ibuprofen,” you say, a little louder than you mean to, the second you see rex stand and come your way.

“i’ll grab you some,” rex says, but he knows it’s too late. he’d been sitting next to echo and his wife, and he’s sure they saw you as well.

“i threw up,” you add on, letting yourself be shooed back upstairs. “did you move your mouthwash? it wasn’t on the counter.”

“i’ll find it for you,” rex says gently. he doesn’t bother looking over his shoulder, instead guiding you back into the bedroom. the mouthwash is on the counter— it’s just green instead of blue.

he gets you all settled back in, makes sure you’re laying on your stomach, before heading back downstairs. you’re asleep before he even closes the door.

rex sits back with his friends, rubbing the back of his head and clearing his throat.

“i think we should cheers,” fives says, picking up his beer bottle. “to being just friends.”

“we don’t need to cheers to that,” rex protests.

his friends cheers without him. they’re cheersing to him, anyways.

[dollythesheepp]

Veronica, Chapter 4.

You can read it on ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44050953/chapters/112647532

JD was right, Veronica's office was chaotic.

As a writer, Betty couldn't judge, her own office back in her apartment always looked like the aftermath of a tornado -and thinking about having to organize everything before her eviction was enough to give her a pounding headache.

Unlike Betty's office, however - if she could call a room where she put her wobbly table, the cheapest computer she could find, and a washing machine, since there was nowhere else in the apartment to put it in, an office- Veronica's was big, and it looked expensive and professional, even in its current state. On one side, a built-in bookshelf -one of the many Betty had seen during the rest of the house tour.- occupied the entire wall, every inch of it filled with a rainbow of books, with varying sizes and genres; there was a small blue couch, leaning against one of the walls painted light grey; on top of the big oak desk, placed in front of a huge window, there was a computer, a pencil holder filled to the brim, and a heap of notebooks, tumbling slightly to the right thanks to their weight.

The first thing she noticed, of course, was the mess. The piles upon piles of papers, scattered on the sofa and the table, on the many boxes in the corner, some crumpled up on the floor and overflowing the trashcan with ideas that would never see the light of day, post-it notes glued on every free space of the walls, containing details of Veronica's books like character traits, birthdays, lines, as well as personal things from her everyday life - pick up the dry cleaning, don't forget Mac's birthday dinner, tell JD to buy cat food. They shouldn't be, but Betty couldn't help but find the notes a little somber. Did Hazel get to go to her dentist appointment before she died? Did Veronica have that meeting with Mr. Gowan or did JD have to call him and explain that his wife wouldn't be present because of her accident? How many of their plans had to be canceled because God rolled the tragedy dice twice on their family?

The other thing that caught Betty's attention, in a positive way this time, was the view, with a huge glass window overlooking the backyard in all its glory, she could see the wooden patio, the walnut trees, and the sycamores far ahead, and the lake, with the sun starting to hide under it. It was beautiful, almost like a painting. Betty couldn't help but imagine how she would have loved to work in a space like this.

"Are you terrified?" J.D. said from behind her, referring to the state of the office.

"Just a little," Betty chuckled, her eyes moving around, still unable to process everything. "I think I can handle it, but you're right it's probably going to take more than a couple of days."

"Told you," he said with a smirk. "You underestimated how messy Veronica can be." He pursed his lips after saying the last sentence, as if he was suppressing his urge to correct himself by saying could be, past tense.

"I can't judge," Betty replied, fixing up her ponytail. "But is it going to be a problem? Me staying longer, I mean. I-I don't want to intrude or-"

"Don't worry about that," he dismissed her. "Ronnie and Martha have their daily routine all setup and I'm usually working. You won't be a problem at all."

"Oh, ok then," she said. Betty would keep her goal of being as brief as possible, but the idea of prolonging her stay for a couple of days didn't sound that terrible anymore. She followed her eyes to where JD was staring: a photograph of Veronica and him, she was smiling at the camera and he was staring at her with a smile on his face like she was the only person who mattered.

"She's very beautiful," Betty said, and she didn't do it only to be polite, she truly meant it; Veronica was a very pretty woman, with a beautiful smile and warm brown eyes that looked so full of life in every picture.

"Yeah, she is," JD said, not taking his eyes off the photo.

"Is there any chance that she'll ever get better?" Betty said, surprising even herself for being so blunt. "I-I didn't mean to sound so intrusive, sorry.."

"You can ask questions, Betty, it's ok," he reassured her. "But it's unlikely, the accident caused too much brain damage. She was in a coma for a month, and when she woke up we found out that had lost all of her motor functions, we're not sure how much she can process in her state," he continued, his hands mindlessly fiddling with an eraser he found on the table. "She spend months in physical therapy and there was no result. The doctors said that her chances of recovering grow smaller as time passes."

"Oh," Betty eloquently said, to which JD responded with a meek shrug.

"As I said, we're dealing with it," he said, his expression neutral. "Did you eat anything before you came here? You're probably starving..."

"It's ok, I ate a questionable gas station sandwich that didn't sit very well, I don't think I'll get hungry anytime soon," she said.

"Alright, well if you do get hungry, help yourself to anything in the kitchen, there's plenty of food there. Or, there are some numbers taped on the fridge door, from the restaurants we like, if you feel like ordering something," he said, making a motion to leave the room. Betty wasn't sure if she should follow him or not.

"Ok, thank you, Mr. Dean..hm, JD," she said, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

"I'm gonna turn in, I have some stuff to do tomorrow."

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna stick around for a bit if you don't mind," Betty said.

"Alright. Goodnight, Ms.Finn."

"Night," she said, making way for JD to move. He closed the door behind him, leaving a trail of his perfume behind —aftershave and a light hint of cigarette smoke— leaving Betty alone with a room full of memories of its former owner, she could almost sense Veronica's presence in every inch of the office.

Betty took a few steps back to take in the sight in front of her. It would be hard, but she figured she could do it. She wasn't going to be the idiot that passed down such a huge job opportunity because of a little mess. With the two cups of coffee and a bottle of energy drink she drank that afternoon still pumping through her veins, Betty figured she wouldn't be able to sleep anytime soon, despite knowing deep down she was exhausted.

She decided to gather all of the boxes she could find, to make things a little easier for future Betty the next morning, including the black storage box she found on the top shelf. It took her a few jumps in the air to get her hands on that one, and when she finally grabbed it, the weight of the box made her stumble and drop it on the floor, all of its contents falling on the ground with a loud thud. Betty cringed and cursed herself, praying that the noise didn't wake up Veronica or J.D.

She got down on her knees to clean up her mess, shoving all of the papers and manuscripts back where it belonged. One thing, in particular, caught her attention, however. A small leather book, the cover old and starting to fall apart; intrigued, she opened it on a random page, where a single paragraph was written, cursive letters scribbled into the yellowing pages.

Sometimes I can't help but wonder how my life would have turned out if JD and I had never crossed paths...

[maxbytes]

I've designed a smash moveset for peridot

Peridot is a light-mid weight fighter (Probably around Little Mac level weight) who has a medium speed and 2 jumps. Their jab is a two-hit jab of one punch and one kick. The dash attack has peridot spin backwards and backpedal with paintcans on their feet (You know what it references). The up tilt has a metal spike point up, holding her hands up. The side tilt has them head but to the side. Their down tilt has them jump, place a Flask Robonoid down and it spins, exploding into goo afterwards. As for the smash attacks, Peridot uses their limb enhancers. Up smash has Peridot uses their propeller limb enhancer for a multi-hit attack. Side smash has Peridot kick upwards with their enhanced legs. Finally for the normal attacks, the down smash has peridot spins around and her limb enhancers fall off. Now for the specials; Neutral special has peridot send his tablet forward with their eyes closed. The tablet flies forward until it hits a player or the blast zone, flying at a slow speed. Side special has Peridot fly forwards on their trashcan lid at twice their movement speed for a short distance, hitting any enemy in their way. Their up special has them hold the bottom of their trashcan lid flying up at about the same speed as K. Rools up special. Finally, the down special has Peridot place down a tv and play a Camp Pining Hearts dvd (The good season too) which heals any fighter nearby.

Now, the Final Smash Peridot's appearance changes to their season one appearance and goes to the very left of the screen, screaming "DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE!" As they shoot a bunch of large lasers across the screen

awesome

[mistresstrevelyan]

My RDR2 dilemma is like my DAO dilemma thirteen years ago

Everyone: Alistair is adorable. He is the best pixel bf EVER. Me: He sure is adorable and cute. Loghain Mac Tir shows up and says ONE line: That’s the one. Bury me in this trashcan vs. Everyone: Arthur Morgan is the greatest protagonist in gaming history. Also HOT AF. Me: He sure is the greatest protagonist in gam-... Dutch van der Linde saying he missed me/Arthur during the Blackwater heist: That’s the one. Bury me in this waste bin.

(All very LOVINGLY, mind you)

[ouiouixmonami]

Thanks for the tag, @my-deer-friend! :)

Song stuck in my head: Our Song by Taylor Swift.

Favourite colour: Dark green and almost any shade of autumnal orange.

Last song I listened to: Unheavenly Creatures by Coheed and Cambria courtesy of a writing inspo playlist for a delightfully (?) dark AU.

Three favourite foods: Baked potatoes, nachos, and mac and cheese (subject to change...)!

Last thing I googled: "benedict arnold outlander"

Dream trip: France! I'd also love to do the Freedom Trail in Boston again and return to Philadelphia in the not-so-distant future.

Something I want right now: More iced coffee, a ticket to WrestleMania, and a heated blanket.

Tagging: @dearxtallxboy, @amor-bycandlelight, @sam-from-the-trashcan, @frenchiefraise, @raebleraeble

[pbandjesse]

I am a bit emotionally exhausted today. I felt like it was coming from all sides. I have to be okay for tomorrow. I have to hold it together. But I am still coughing so much I almost throw up. It's terrible. I am feeling better but not better you know what I mean? Like we are on a good trajectory but I'm not healed yet.

Last night was pretty rough. No more shaking but I was coughing a lot and waking myself up. It wasn't a very good sleep.

When I woke up for real I went and got washed and dressed. My hair was insane. James and me laughed about it. They made the bed while I put real clothes on. It was nice to be dressed.

James would run over to Walgreens to get me medicine and milk. And that would help a little.

They would eventually go to the grocery store. I had a little energy at this point and decided to dye my hair. I thought that would help me feel better and it did. I was in a good mood.

I cleaned the water in the fish tanks. And that was a little much. Made myself very dizzy. Had to lay down. And that was a lot of today. I would push myself to hard. Do to much. Feel horrible. Go lay down.

James was gone for a bit. I was happy when they were home.

I worked on my embroidery. And got the 9th row of my blanket done. It is super cozy to lay under. I am still going to put a fabric back on it but it's great for right now. I was trying to do to much but I was also just trying to not feel like a lump.

Jess was dealing with a lot today too. One of her chickens got killed by a fox and her very new car she literally got on Saturday got hit by a trashcan in the wind. And so I was talking to her a lot today. Then dad told me he crashed his car in their front yard? It's been a day for sure.

I would open the backdoor for the first time since it's been fixed and Sweetp almost knocked me down he was so excited to go out. It was ncie to have a breeze in here.

I feel like I'm jumping around a lot because today feels a little muddled. I have taken 3 different kinds of medicine today. And I'm sure it's got me a little confused. But at least it let me accomplish some stuff today.

I did not nap. I was determined to stay awake so I could hopefully sleep better tonight. But we know I was very tired when I cried when the Mac and cheese James made for me was the wrong texture. They would remake it but man was I emotional about some noodles.

Eventually I got another burst of energy and did some closet organization. Pulled out some new stuff from storage, put other stuff away. We both chose what we are bringing camping this weekend and James helped me pack my backpack when I lost my energy and couldn't do it anymore. It was nice to do something together.

Now though I am very very tired. I am going to go to the nursery tomorrow. Fingers crossed. I promised to let them know in the morning if I was worse. But I do think I'm getting better. It just always takes me forever to get back to normal. Remember last spring when I got RSV and was sick for two weeks?? I'm assuming it's like that.

Send me some good vibes that I will be okay. I also have a potential job interview tomorrow afternoon. Let's hope I'm not hacking up a lung for that. Don't want to freak people out.

Goodnight everyone. Take care of yourself!

[spaciousreasoning]

A New Home

Nancy and I slept in until nearly 9 a.m. on Wednesday, her birthday. We immediately began contemplating what to do with everything and how to organize so much in the limited space we were moving into.

We started the day by stopping at Old Crow Coffee, a little drive-up place only a few blocks from our place. It had been on our radar since looking at the map of our neighborhood after Nancy found this place during her visit last December.

After a visit to a nearby Albertson's for a few groceries, we went for breakfast at Todd's Place, a little spot recommended by the barista at Old Crow. Then we headed to the nearby Jerry's Home Improvement Center for a couple trashcans, a paper towel dispenser, and a bath mat for the tub.

Following a brief stop to see Nancy's granddaughter's house—which she moved into after our visit last summer—we went to the local Xfinity store to work out the login details for our new internet service. It's nice to have a decent connection again and not need to work off the hotspot provided by my iPhone.

We spent a little bit of time trying to turn chaos into order before Nancy's daughter and son-in-law stopped by. Kurt mowed the lawn, which was wildly overgrown, and then he and Kalen helped us put the bed back together so Nancy and I did not have to sleep on the mattress on the floor again.

The whole convoy crowd got back together to officially celebrate Nancy's birthday at Roaring Rapids Pizza Company, located just across the Willamette River in Eugene. We sat outside, enjoying the cool weather and the view of the river. We were also entertained by a middle school jazz band that was there for their own celebration.

Once we got home, Nancy and I watched another episode of "Midsomer Murder" on the laptop before turning in for the night. Thursday morning we were up early, making coffee with the supplies and instruments we had dug out of boxes. Then we spent most of the rainy and cool day, still in our PJs, putting the kitchen and living room in order, stopping to lunch on some of the Pad Thai leftovers from Tuesday night.

After a shower and brief nap we did a little more work, including setting up my 27-inch Mac desktop in the living room to provide better viewing of streaming entertainment until we can buy a new television to replace the old one we donated to the Assistance League before leaving.

We briefly looked at new TV models at Costco after a bland dinner at a Mexican restaurant in Springfield. Eugene's only Costco and Trader Joe's are just a few minutes from each other along Coburg Road, and we hit both for more supplies, including the ingredients for our favorite breakfast of oatmeal with raisins and walnuts.