#and can’t forget McNuggets

[rosereign]

I am no longer in the trenches with making cheese sandwiches multiple times a day….. now it is corn dogs

[super-nova5045]

PSA: believing Mike is emotionally cheating on El and writing him as the moral villain in fanfiction is biphobic

(Disclaimer: I’m going to give y’all benefit of the doubt here because I get it. Fiction is just fiction, and you’re right on some level that Mike is being dishonest with her. You probably don’t mean any harm and you’re not intentionally biphobic. However, that doesn’t take away the harmful effects of this take.)

To begin this little ~announcement~ off, I’ll give some background info. For context, I’ve been seeing a lot of posts saying Mike is emotionally cheating on El, and just in general there’s a LOT of fanfictions that demonize bi Mike. Although I’m a gay Mike truther, I love the bi theory just as much (especially AS a bi person who had internalized homophobia and fell in love with their best friend) and it hurts me so much to see this villainization of Mike.

Emotionally cheating on El allegations??

I understand this take 100%, but let’s talk about how it’s not true and is borderline harmful. I think a common thing people forget is that there’s a big difference between actually cheating and genuinely being in love with someone else. Nobody said Nancy was cheating when she was comforted by Jonathan and was with Steve. Nobody said Joyce was cheating when she was close with Hopper and was with Bob. So why is it different for Mike, Will and El? Mike has never confided in Will on the same level Joyce and Nancy have with Hopper and Jonathan (respectively) while with El, and even if he has, El wasn’t present in any of the major Byler scenes (re: The Nina Project or, I don’t know, being assumed dead?!) thus, Mike couldn’t talk to her. Why is it such a crime for him to talk to his closest and oldest friend about his fears and insecurities?

Yes, Byler’s conversations did have romantic subtext, but we have to consider also that Mike wouldn’t have had any intention to cheat on El, nor did he have any intention to ‘flirt’ with Will. For all he knows, he’s just speaking to his best friend.

Not to mention, as talked about in this post, McNugget was bones in every Byler chat.

‘Crazy Together’ – El was considered dead, and Mike and her weren’t in a relationship.

‘Not Possible’ – This was just before El saying ily to Mike (for a reason). Mike and El weren’t in a relationship again/were ‘taking a break’.

‘Friends. Best Friends.’ – El had left for Nina with the chance that she could never see Mike again (Mike knew this, btw). Mike had thrown away her potentially last ever letter to him signed ‘From, El’ (a reference to their big fight that they ‘can’t come back from’) and was planning on going to Hawkins. This applies to the junkyard chat, too, and although Mike’s motive had changed, there was still no hope of finding El (no Nina number).

Making Mike the bad guy in fanfiction???

This is what, by far, bothers me the most. Recently I’ve seen a rise in ‘Mike cheats on El/does something awful to somebody (mostly El)’ fanfics, and this is so awful, especially when the Mike in these stories is queer.

First of all, let’s talk about the ‘Depraved Bisexual’ trope. This is how Devon Price defines it:

A Depraved Bisexual is a character, usually in a work of fiction, whose bisexuality is used as an indicator that they are untrustworthy, perverse, and morally corrupt. […] Because they cannot “decide” on a gender to be attracted to, the logic goes, they also cannot say no to anything sexual or pleasurable.

Examples of this trope are Frank Underwood, Cal Jacobs and Raoul Silva – all characters depicted as bisexual and evil antagonists – their bisexuality, as aforementioned, plays into their predatory nature; because if you feel attraction for both genders, surely that means you have no fidelity and morality.

Making Mike do things in fanfiction such as be with El but cheat with Will (or vice versa), or commit a heinous action (while being bi-coded), or both, is following this trope. While unintentional, it still deeply affects and hurts bisexual people - we are portrayed, once again, as cheating monsters who do awful things.

Not only this, but it’s incredibly OOC. While fanfictions are, as the name suggests, fan works of fiction, and being OOC is granted; making Mike, the albeit annoying, but kind-hearted, brave, compassionate leader do such awful things out of the blue? And be bi-coded? It seems clear to me why you’ve made him the antagonist.

I’m sure NONE of these lovely people had bad intentions or wanted to directly harm bisexual people. Once again, this is just their takes, and this is just mine. In summary, Mike isn’t emotionally cheating on El, purely because he has no intention to be, and while his relationship with Will is romantically-coded, most of the time he’s just confiding in and reassuring Will – which is not emotional cheating. Magic Schoolbus was also broken up every time that Byler talked – Mike can’t be emotionally cheating if he’s not in a relationship to start with. Finally, making Mike the bad guy who cheats and does bad things is following a harmful, biphobic trope and is quite offensive.

(again, not trying to start beef or anything. I, as a bisexual, just personally disagree with these takes and the amount of fanfictions that make Mike evil)

[officialwittek]

pt. 3

*gif is not mine* 

word count: 2,454

8:00 am.

The ringing of my alarm clock wakes me from my sleep. I grab my phone and scroll through the notifications. I look at the time and decide to get my nails done today, I call all my girl friends and ask if they want me to set an appointment for them to. Carly, Corinna and Erin agree, Natalie and Mariah were busy at the moment. I text them to meet at the apartment and call the nail salon. Thankfully they were open for 2 manicures, 2 full sets, and 4 pedicures.

I hop in the shower and rinse off before starting to do some simple makeup. Instead of my usual falsies I just curl my lashes and put some mascara on. I get dressed in a light blue tank top, a white cropped cardigan, and black yoga flared yoga pants with my white Air Forces. I went to the front door and unlocked it so Corinna and Erin could walk right in. I made some coffee and some tea for myself. After about 15 minutes Corinna and Erin showed up. Carly finished getting ready and we hopped into my car. Carly and Erin started vlogging while I quietly sang along to the music.

We finally got there and checked in. I showed the nail technician the photo, I got a medium length coffin shape with a glitter ombre. After about 2 hours our nails were finally done and we headed to get lunch with Nat, Zane, Todd, and Jeff. We grabbed a table at Olive Garden. Jeff “coincidentally” chooses the seat next to me. Jeff and I had always been touchy with each other, so it was no surprise when he instinctively puts his arm around my shoulder. I still felt bad about the other night, but I was fed up and drunk.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole. I understand that it was sort of a dick move to kiss you while I was drunk” I whisper, he looks at me in surprise and smiles

“I got my girl back” He exclaims, hugging me tightly as I laugh

We eat our lunch in relative peace, a few loud moments here and there. After lunch with everyone we decide to head to David’s house. Jeff, Carly, Corinna and Erin came in my car. We drove to David’s house blasting music with the windows rolled down. Our 20 minute journey ended and I parked my car. Corinna, Carly, and Erin exited to give Jeff and I some time to talk.

“Listen I’m sorry about snapping at you last night. I was drunk and upset. I didn’t mean to be such an asshole. But please talk to me as soon as I put you in a situation that makes you uncomfortable. I just hate being ignored, especially by you. Do you forgive me?” I ask, holding my hands out and he quickly hugged me

“You’re right. I should’ve talked to you. It was unfair of me to leave you hanging” Jeff replies, pressing a kiss to the top of my head

“Now, I got my dick grabbers done. Let’s test it” I joke, his loud laughs ring through my car as I unbuckle my seatbelt

The two of us enter the house and Jeff quickly runs to David to tell him what I said. I knew from the wide smile slowly making it’s way across David’s face. He grabs his camera and quickly runs to me.

“Sage why are you so horny all the time? And please tell me you don’t actually call your nails dick grabbers.” He says, I shove my hand in the camera and laugh loudly

“I’m only horny for Jeff get it right bitch” I reply sassily, David laughs loudly and walks away to film some other bets

“Maybe I should make my own channel” I joke, Corinna quickly whips around and screams

“YES PLEASE!! YOU CAN UPLOAD COVERS AND EVERYTHING. I WANNA BE YOUR FIRST SUBSCRIBER” she yells, catching everyone’s attention

“I’ll literally buy you a camera right now” David says, my eyes go wide and I quickly nod

We all pile into our cars and run to Best Buy. David and all our friends walk me through everything. I grab a Canon EOS M50 camera and a tripod for now. I had music equipment at the apartment. David pays for my things as my friends endlessly talk about what kind of videos I should make. Ranging from get ready with me, vlogs when I go to the studio, covers, styling videos, and the occasional challenge. I choose to start with one cover, one get ready with me, and one vlog a week. All our friends offered to teach me everything having to do with running a successful YouTube challenge. We clear the podcast room and have a makeshift recording session. I quickly scroll through my phone and find a song. ‘Gut Feeling’ by Ella Mai ft. H.E.R

‘Something in the walls

Something in your walk looks different

Something deep inside

Got me wondering why I don't understand

Why I can't put my finger on what the fuck is up

What's missing?

You're distant, and I'm spinning...’

“I’m literally speechless because I forget you can sing” Todd comments, my friends clapping

“Private gig! Private gig!” Zane chants, I roll my eyes playfully and put my playlist of my favorite songs on shuffle

After singing for my friends for about 15 minutes we decide it’s time to get ready to go out. David thought it would be a good idea to kill two birds with one stone today, throw a party for me to celebrate me signing with a label and getting content out of our dumbasses. The girls and I squeeze into my car and head to my apartment to get ready.

“Oh my god Corinna I’m so fucking you tonight” I say, watching her try on one of my dresses

“Good, I’ve been alone for too long” she replies, I wink at her and pick out an outfit for Natalie while Carly and Erin raid Carly’s closet

“Nat this is so perfect for you” Corinna compliments, I agree with a nod and go to pick an outfit

I settle on something a little more comfortable since I’m pretty known to blackout easily. I decide on a red spaghetti strap crop top, a white pleated skirt, and my red and white old school Vans with a slightly oversized leather jacket. Natalie, Corinna, and I work on our hair and makeup. I decide on my usual look with my hair in a ponytail. After about an hour we head back to David’s to pregame.

We take shots and I’m pretty tipsy by the time we all get in David’s Tesla. I find my seat on Jeff’s lap. We loudly sing along to David’s music on the way to the club. We all get in and head to the section that David got us. Zane, Toddy, and I instantly gravitate towards the bottles already there. The loud music making me ready to act a fool for David’s vlog. After another three rounds of shots I become one with the music.

“Where the fuck am I?” I joke loudly, somehow I ended up on the floor while Zane danced on me and I smacked his ass

“Ow you bitch” He slurs, I laugh and Todd helps me off the ground

“OHH SAGE” Corinna yells, and there it is.. the familiar beat to ‘Back That Azz Up’

Corinna instantly gets behind me while I twerk on her. Everyone in our section forming a circle. I spot Natalie on the couch and I walk over to her before giving her a lap dance. David films her reaction while Jason hands her a bunch of singles. She throws it on me while I dance. The mixture of alcohol and music making me lose myself. The song ends and I’m a little sad. Although the universe instantly answers my prayers and I hear the beginning to ‘Panoramic’. This time I decide to dance with Jeff.

“You ready bub?” I ask, he looks at me nervously

“Huh? Oh my-” Jeff replies, I bend over and start dancing again

After a few seconds he quickly finds himself dancing with me as best as he can. Our friends scream as he gains confidence. He pulls me up by my neck, leaving a hand there as he pours the vodka in my mouth. I swallow and turn so Corinna can grind on me. I feel someone behind me and turn to see Natalie. The three of us forming a chain. Which we keep up depending on the song. After two hours David taps me on the shoulder

“Alright guys, let’s go back to my place. It’s getting a little stuffy in here” I nod and hand Jeff my things

I find myself in the passenger seat. Never a good thing in David’s vlogs. Somehow Zane had walked out with a full bottle of vodka and we were all passing it around. Before driving David turns his camera on and I’m too drunk to listen to reason

“David.. I’m so drunk” I yell above the music, he laughs and turns the camera so I’m more in view

“Is there anything we should ask Sage since I think she’s the most drunk here” David says, turning the music down as our friends fall quiet to think

“Sage what are your thoughts on Jeff getting a boner after you danced on him” Mariah asks, I laugh loudly and hiccup

“My thoughts? Head empty, no thoughts” I reply, they laugh and continue asking me questions

“Sage if you were a man for a day what would you do?” Jason asks, also recording me

“Dude I’d honestly try to have a threesome with Natalie and Corinna” I reply, he laughs before replying

“You try to do that now” He says, our friends laughing loudly

The car ride seems like it went on forever. Finally we ended up at David’s house, I quickly run to the fridge and grab water. Wanting to sober up a little bit because I felt too out of control of my body. I chug the water and throw the empty bottle into the recycling bin. Jeff walks over to me and hugs me from behind. I smile lazily and sway to the music David is playing.

“Can we get DoorDash please” I whine, the group instantly nods while Jeff and I walk over to the group

“Get a room you two” Carly jokes, watching me cling onto Jeff while he sat me down

“I fucking wish” I say, quietly sipping my water as Natalie takes everyone’s McDonald’s orders

I decided on a 20 piece chicken mcnuggets with sweet and sour sauce and a Sprite. I blush as Jeff’s hands find themselves on my thigh. It’s no secret that I’m high key attracted to Jeff, but it recently started becoming real that I actually have a crush on my best friend. I realize that all the girls were looking at me and my face turned bright red. They shared looks before pulling me off the couch and taking me outside.

“You have a real fucking crush on Jeff don’t you” Mariah says, the girls crowd around me as I laugh

“I need a fucking joint, yes I do ok” I confess, they scream and jump around and I can already see the guys heading out to see what all the commotion is about

“What’s going on out here ladies?” Todd asks, wrapping his arms around Natalie and Jeff came next to me and thankfully it was pitch black and he couldn’t see the blush spreading across my face

“God I need to smoke so bad what the fuck is wrong with me” I mumble, Jeff hears me and pulls a preroll out of his pocket

“Let’s go, princess” He says, asking our other friends if they want to join, Zane and Todd agree and we sit on the couch outside and smoke a little bit

After we finished the pre-roll I head back over to the girls. We continue talking and they encourage me to talk to him about it. Apparently he has an actual crush on me too. I brush them off the but the substances in my system were giving me too much courage.

“No no... I’ll think about it when I’m sober” I say, they all agree and we go back into the house

“Ok guys I think I’m gonna head out” I say, I had a few more drinks with Zane and Heath so I was back to being drunk and a little high

“You are not driving home like this” Dave says, I nod and look around. Carly left a while ago since her and Erin had a meeting in the morning and I didn’t want to disturb her because I knew I would be loud when I got home

“I’ll take her, I should head out anyways” Jeff replies, I grin and collect my things and grab a water from the fridge for the road

“Can I stay over? I miss Nerf and I can’t go to my apartment since Carly has something important in the morning and I don’t want to disturb her” I say, he nods with a big smile

“Sure thing princess. We’ll stop by the store and grab some makeup remover and face wash” He said, driving to the nearest CVS

After our quick run to the store we finally arrived at his apartment. We got in and I walk over to the fridge and get a water. I hear Nerf’s claws on the floor and crouch down. After petting him for about five minutes Jeff comes out with a shirt and some boxers. I smile gratefully and head to the bathroom.

I take my makeup off and wash my face. I change into the shirt and boxers and head out. I make myself comfortable on the couch while Jeff changes. He walks out and shakes his head

“No, your back and neck are going to be sore. Just share the bed with me” He said, I look at him skeptically but nod

“Finally, thank god I shaved recently” I joke, he laughs loudly as he shuts the door

“I’m not that tired, you wanna watch a movie?” He asks, turning the TV on I nod and let him pick while I make myself comfortable with Nerf

Halfway through the movie I start drifting off, resting my head on Jeff’s chest.

“Goodnight princess” He said, pressing a kiss to my head before turning the movie off

“Goodnight.. I love you” I mumble, not noticing the look on Jeff’s face

[queenofallimagines]

Bro, okay so I was watching wild n out and DC young fly is a damn fool😂. So can u do hcs on with icy hot, boom boom boy and scarface (dabi) with a female black s/o that roasts like dc? Thanks and stay safe😊❤

LMFAO BRO WILD N OUT IS MY SHIT

Dc young is a c l o w n

Shoto:

- He is just as shady

- Like I feel like everyone forgets that he is a shady ass bitch too

- When you start so will he

- “Listen here you bamboo built bitch.”

- “Bet your boyfriend fucks you with a blindfold on.”

- Don’t matter when or where it is

- He has your follow up

- Will do it with a smile on his face and an arm around you

- Like he’s just the captive audience

- “Pick your clown mask up off the floor sweetie.”

- “ get they ass babe.”

- Trying not to laugh so hard

- He’s so proud

- Will get you to roast his dad

- “Why?”

- “I’ll be funny I promise.”

- Sends the video to his mom

- “Bring that ass here!”

- 💀💀

- “Why you smell like car grease? If you don’t get your top heavy built ass outta here”

- “Built like a bag of blankets.”

- “Ol patchy beard headass, ol green neck BC I wear fake jewelry headass.”

- “Tell your dad to get a bra man”

- Bro pls take him to the hospital BC he’s dying

Bakugou:

- biggest hype man

- “GET THAT ASS”

- He will be screaming worldstar the whole time

- Records your roast battles to watch later like looking through a scrapbook 😂😂

- “Remember this one? You let that Karen looking bitch know what’s good.”

- He can’t roast as good as you so he hyped you up

- “You built like fridge all fax no printer”

- He’s smirking

- “And that’s on what??? Period!!”

- He will take you out for ice cream later

- If it turns into a scrap even better for him he watches you Tiara someone and gets to fight?

- He lives for the drama

- Will take you home to his mom on some

- “LOOK WHAT MY BABY DID!”

- Lmao absolutely clownery

Dabi:

- okay so

- He’s pleasantly surprised

- “Dam. And I thought I burned people.”

- Like if anyone tries to come for him incorrectly it’s over

- “Talk to me nice”

- Like he will just sling an arm around you and let you run like a lawnmower

- Won’t do anything to stop you in the lightest

- The league has learned to tolerate you at this point

- Even better if it’s shigaraki

- “Hey hands McGhee what’s up?”

- “Yoooo fuckhands mcmike? Jack off lately?”

- “Hey shiggy! Does it hurt when you sit? On account of you having no ass at all?”

- He’s laughing his ass off

- Will whisk you away before chapped lips can retaliate

- “That was amazing babe.”

- Will have you roast hawks when he comes around

- “I knooooooow your cock a doodle doo ass aint talking.”

- “Ard chicken McNugget.”

- He loves it lmao

[susssoo]

Midnight trip to McDonald’s

Pairing: Park Jaehyung and Younghyun Kang

Genre: fluff, college au, late night antics

A/N: I really wanted to write something with just Jae and Brian, so here you go. Enjoy ;)

If Younghyun could ask for anything in the world, right now, it’d be a burger. Specifically from McDonald’s.

It’s an odd request, he knows, but it’s 2 in the morning, he has several deadlines he has to meet before Friday, and he’s freaking the fuck out.

And the only thing that could make him feel better is a burger, from McDonald’s specifically.

And he knows only one person who’d be willing to take him.

Park Jaehyung.

He closes his laptop, and places it to the side. He searches for his phone through a mess of papers spread lazily across his desk, after hours of frustration. But when he finally finds it, he sees it’s only at 12 percent and groans inwardly.

He’ll have to charge it later, because right now he only wants one thing and one thing only.

A burger, and to see his boyfriend.

Okay, so maybe two things.

He goes to his contacts, clicking on Jae’s and pressing call.

After it rings a couple times, someone finally picks up.

“Jaeeeeee~” Younghyun says sweetly over the phone.

“BriBri, It’s 2 in the morning, shouldn’t you be sleeping?” He questions.

“I’m hungry, and I can’t finish this stupid fucking project and I need food and to see you right or I might actually break something.”

There’s silence for a moment, before Jae speaks once again.

“McDonald’s?”

“Please.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in five.” He remarked, Younghyun could hear him over the phone shuffling around, probably searching for his keys and a hoodie.

“Thanks Jae, I love you.”

“I love you too, meet me outside the dormitory.”

After that, the call ended, and Younghyun practically beaming.

He quickly stood up from his chair, nearly falling over as his limbs protested him after being seated for nearly 10 hours.

He ignored it, grabbing his keys and a hoodie and making his way to the front of the campus.

~

Younghyun had been sitting in front of the campus for half an hour and he was beginning to think that Jae had fallen asleep, but not a moment later, a tall, lengthy blonde could be seen sprinting towards him.

Jae immediately engulfed him in a hug, apologizing profusely for being so late.

“I’m so sorry, as I was walking to the front, I saw security so I was basically running around like a fucking mad man trying not to get caught.” He huffed out, wiping the sweat on his forehead away with the back of his free hand, as his other arm was wrapped comfortably around the younger waste.

Younghyun cackled at the elder and his antics.

“Don’t worry about it, at least he didn’t see you, that could’ve been a shit show.”

“You’re telling me, I nearly had a heart attack!” He exclaimed, making gestures with his hand.

The two stood there for a moment, in comfortable silence just enjoying each other’s presence.

“So, McDonald’s?” Jae said, breaking whatever trance the younger had been in.

“Fucking please.”

~

The pair had decided they were going to walk, since Jae had forgotten the keys to his car (typical Jae, but he loved him regardless of his forgetfulness) and Younghyun didn’t even have one at the moment.

They spent the walk talking about nothing in particular, hands eloped in the others, enjoying the frigid night.

“God, You’re such an emotional drunk. Clingy too.” Jae provoked.

Younghyun scoffed, hitting the older on this chest playfully.

“I am not!”

“Really? I specifically remember after Youngjae’s party, you cried the entire way back to campus, and then when we got to my room, you were upset because we didn’t get McDonald’s and then you started crying again, so I had to turn on animal planet until you eventually knocked out. You almost threw Youngjae’s espresso machine at Wonpil!” Jae retorted, before breaking out into bouts of laughter.

“Okay, but that’s because he called me a bottom! I’m not a fucking bottom!” He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You in bed the other night moaning my name said-“

Younghyun stopped walking, glaring at the older.

Jae threw is arms up, surrendering.

“I mean, no, of course not.”

The younger broke out into toothy grin, and resumed walking once again.

~

Nearly 20 minutes later, they finally arrived a McDonald’s. It was empty, besides the cashier behind the counter, wearing a bored expression. They entered the building, and walked towards the counter to place their orders.

“Hi, welcome to McDonald’s, what can I get for you today?” The employee forced a smile onto their face, but their weary tone betrayed them.

“Hm, can we get two large cups, with two Big Macs and 10 piece McNuggets, with a side of fries.” Younghyun replied, digging into the pockets of his sweatpants for his wallet.

“Sure, will that be all for you?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Alright, that will be 15,470 won.”

Younghyun handed her his credit card. She took it, swiping through the machine behind the counter and then handing it back to him, with a receipt, and two large cups.

The two walked towards the drink machines, Younghyun filling his cup with a sprite, while Jae got himself an iced tea. They both made their way to a empty table near the back of the restaurant, and sat down across each other.

“Thanks. Honestly, I really needed this.” Younghyun blurted out, looking at the older thankfully.

“You don’t need to thank me Bri, you know I’d do anything for you.” Jae responded, a smile making its way onto his face.

Younghyun grinned, enveloping the others hand into his own.

~

10 minutes later, their food is finally ready. Jae gets up from the table, going to the counter to grab their food.

Younghyun’s mouth is practically watering, hungry would be an understatement of words, he’s ravenous.

Jae sits back down, placing the tray on the table.

He immediately grabs his burger off the tray, quickly unwrapping it, and taking a bite.

The younger leans back in his seat, letting out an unintentional moan.

“It’s so fucking good.” He says, mouth still full of food.

Jae stares at him for a moment, amused, before beginning to eat his own food.

They eat their meals in silence, because when Younghyun is really invested in something, there is no breaking his concentration, and he’s really invested in this burger, as he’s already finished with half of it.

Jae smiles to himself, Younghyun looks so adorable, even with a face full of food.

30 minutes later, Younghyun has finally finished his meal and is now sitting in the booth, half asleep, hunched over the table.

Jae still has half his fries left, but it doesn’t seem like he’ll be able to eat much more as his stomach is practically bulging from his sweatpants.

He looks up at the younger, and sees his current state.

“Yo Bri, you good?” He asks, putting all the trash onto the tray.

“I’m tired, that was really good. It was so good it took all the energy out of me, and now I want to sleep” He murmurs, still hunched over the table.

Jae cackles, before getting up to throw the thrash away.

He walks back over to the table, carding his fingers through Younghyun’s hair.

“Well, we’re about to leave. You want to sleep with me tonight?”

Younghyun only nods, getting up from the booth and lacing his fingers into the elders.

“Okay.”

They leave the restaurant, and begin walking back to the campus in silence. Although he may not say it all the time, but Younghyun truly does adore his boyfriend. And it’s moments like these, that only makes him adore him more.

~

[hellrisen]

WHAT IS UP, MY DUDES ?                  the name’s mads. short for mads mikkelsen’s #1 fan and lover —— alternatively amanda. you can call me whatever you want, though. or anytime :wink: i am twenty - three years young, and i go by she / them pronouns. my favorite movie franchise is scream and i think machine gun kelly is the best thing since sliced bread. but that’s enough about me … so, click the      READ MORE     below for a brief introduction to my oc’s ! 

ALISHA BOE, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER   …   you’re looking for sawyer kinney? town as small as this, you’re bound to find them — the twenty-two year old nephilim and student with an unadulterated love for soccer, bonne bell cotton candy lip smackers, and 1980′s romcoms. with blondies′ sunday girl set as the soundtrack of their stroll, everyone can see clear as day that they’re tenacious, and yet blithe. i just hope you’re finding them for the right reasons …

BACKSTORY …

MEET SAWYER KINNEY —— half angel, half fun. adopted by a nice christian pair in ‘97 after her mommy kicked the bucket. that’s what happens when you fraternise with angels, you see. so … daddy dearest dropped her off at one of eden’s many, many, many churches and said SEE YA !

since then, angelic endeavours have been stifled. for the most part. her adoptive parents died when she was thirteen years old. car crash. and it might’ve been partially sawyer’s fault. we can’t all control our divine urges. or the powers inherited from fathers we never knew.

premonition and other sorts of fun hasn’t been experienced since. partially due to the seizure meds her family feeds her like tic tacs. she’s got epilepsy ! except she like, doesn’t. but from an adult pov and an absence of telekinetic rages since childhood, sawyer accepts the diagnosis at face value. nobody said she was smart.

she’s a vet student, though ! so, she’s semi - smart. sawyer loves all animals ( bunnies mostly ) and has since she was a wee lass. same goes for soccer. nobody loves muddy balls as much as sawyer kinney, y’all.

survivor of three near death experiences, only one which was self - inflicted, sawyer’s kind of convinced herself to have a purpose. she doesn’t. but since the third incident, she’s been more connected to god than ever before. a poor idolisation considering he’d have her sniped if he knew of her existence.

another addition to sawyer’s idiocy is her lack of deep thought regarding the town she lives in. yeah, it’s quirky ! and people are superstitious ! but that’s all there is to it. but as she’s starting to engage more with the vamps of eden, as well as pushing for a release from her medication, she’ll have to unveil this creep - fest for what it is … well, a creep fest.

PERSONALITY …

she’s pushy. like, very. sawyer’s very engaged with her friends and family, possibly due to middle child slash adopted child syndrome. include her or die.

competitive, too. she can get kinda mean when there’s a WINNER title on the horizon. because she has to win, she must win — she’s the best person at whatever they’re competing in. swear to satan ! ( that was me, not sawyer, don’t worry. )

on top of that, sawyer’s the epitome of a social butterfly. she’ll befriend anyone at any given opportunity, and maybe that’s why she’s gonna end up dead in an alley. either way, if there’s a person she does not know —— sawyer will know them by the end of the day. so, it goes without saying then, that she’s quite the partier. drinking is fun ! dancing is fun ! okay ? cool.

STEVEN YEUN, DEMI BOY, HE/THEY   …   you’re looking for wolfgang baek? town as small as this, you’re bound to find them — the thirty-seven year old human and podcast host with an unadulterated love for dario argento films, his super 8 camera, and chicken mcnuggets is easy to spot. with charles manson’s look at your game, girl set as the soundtrack of their stroll, everyone can see clear as day that they’re meddlesome, and yet voluble. i just hope you’re finding them for the right reasons …

BACKSTORY …

MEET WOLFGANG BAEK —— flop movie director / screenwriter, son of a successful movie director / screenwriter, who resorted to hosting a spooky podcast. men, am i right ? always making them podcasts …

wolfie is what you call a movie buff. horror movies specifically. he loves himself a good scare ! hence why he moved to this little hell - town called eden. it was all for that sick and twisted inspiration. for what you ask — well, for his next movie, duh ! the one he started four years ago and has yet to finish … yeah, that one.

due to his father’s job he spent the majority of his childhood on the cinematic scene. both off and on screen. yeah, he got a cameo in one of his daddy’s 1980′s films ! jealous yet ? you should be. but it isn’t just because of that he has never done a sport in his life, okay … he also has heart issues, baby. a defect heart valve that got fixed ( best it could ) when he was a wee bean. it’s fine now. for the most part.

now he’s kind of obsessed with outdoing his dad even though that is the biggest cliche out of all the cliches and he’s aware of the fact. simply being introspective is not enough, is it ? he’s made a couple shorts, and one feature length — flops the whole bunch. i mean, they’re decent to OUR standards. but to this perfectionist ? nah, son. burn that shit.

PERSONALITY …

wolfie can be … callous. insensitive. a bit of a prick. not in the sense of deliberate asshole - ness, but — he’s desensitised to the world’s tragedies ( too many true crime dramas ) and he’s incredibly pretentious. it’s cinema, darling.

he talks a lot, too. TOO MUCH ! nobody asked for his input regarding the rise and the decline of the slasher genre but here he is … putting it in regardless. odds are every other sentence includes either a. a movie reference, or b. a true crime reference. pick one.

because he’s all work and no play, he’s never had a serious girlfriend. i know ! shocking, right ? i mean, look at him !!!!!!!! but no. longest relationship lasted a whooping four months and we don’t talk about that one. there might be a part of him that believes he’s incapable of love … we don’t talk about that either.

AUBREY PLAZA, AGENDER, SHE/THEY   …   you’re looking for muriel stafford? town as small as this, you’re bound to find them — the thirty-five year old possessed human and journalist with an unadulterated love for impromptu road trips, take-out delivery food, and burt’s bees pomegranate lip balm is easy to spot. with santana’s she’s not there set as the soundtrack of their stroll, everyone can see clear as day that they’re aloof, and yet perspicacious. i just hope you’re finding them for the right reasons …

BACKSTORY …

MEET MURIEL STAFFORD —— stanford graduate and general pain in the butt. disowned by her family and the whole ghost hunting community. things we don’t discuss: see above.

to make a long story incredibly short, merle grew up in a haunted house. or so they say … you see, when merle was nine years old, her sister was possessed BY THE DEVIL. or so they say … and all that trauma ? documented, darlings. because momma and poppa don’t hesitate to capitalise on their own children. sickening.

according to merle, her sister suffered a psychotic break, and her parents — previously z listers with an affinity for running ghost hunting blogs — didn’t hesitate to make the fact their latest pitch. AND TO STARDOM THEY WENT ! meanwhile, agnes delgado chugged drain - cleaner two years after it aired.

fast forward last year of college, and the anniversary of the notorious exorcism documentary comes creeping up. so merle says enough is enough ! girl puts her soon - to - be journalism degree to use and writes an extensive exposé on her own fam. that ought to show them, right ? well …

turns out : her input was not wanted. as if it wasn’t bad enough to have the remainder of the delgado clan turn on her, the anonymous identity she’d craved ever since entering the spotlight years ago — it is snatched from her ! safe to say she did not think it through.

so, what now ? well, we change our last name to our mommy’s maiden name and we escape the hell - scape that is texas and then, we hope nobody added your newly - zit - free face to memory. because it’s been * math years * ! okay ? forget it … you never read any of the above …

PERSONALITY … 

merle has never cared for much in general, and that’s very obvious. she has a very deadpan approach to life and all of its difficulties. plus, riveting backstory in mind — she’s unlikely to share details of her life unless it pertains recent mundane bull - crap !

going against everything previously established, her attitude towards the supernatural is not skeptical. aliens, ghosts, ghouls … all things that exist. because muriel delgado grew up in a haunted house. and while her adult mind rationalised all that was seen in her childhood, it also suffered a break of its own post her sister’s death - aversary.

it’s nice to come face to face with old friends, though, innit ? and if all she has left of her past is the demonic presence lurking in the back of her mind, then so be it. beggars cannot be choosers, merle.

[liliisms]

the one where they tell mads.

TAGGING: Lili, Cole @hqcolem, Madelaine @madelame-x

LOCATION: Vancouver, Canada.

TIMEFRAME: August 26th, 2019.

NOTES: Lili and Cole only want one person to be their baby’s godmother.

Cole: Finishing mixing the sauce that was meant to go with dinner, Cole studied the recipe carefully so that he didn't screw it up and once he was satisfied that he'd prepared it correctly, added it to the already cooking pan of vegetables and noodles for the vegan stir fry he was currently making. He and Lili had invited Madelaine over to announce to her that Lili was pregnant and subsequently ask her to be the godmother over dinner. Cole wasn't an expert in vegan cooking, he could make a limited amount of dishes but he hoped that everyone liked the noodles and that they wouldn't be too hard on Lili's unpredictable stomach. Once it was finished, he set the temperature on the stove to the lowest setting and let the vegetables keep warm as he made to set the table, glancing at the clock. "Hey, Lils are you ready?" He called through the apartment, stopping to pet the two dogs on his way to replenish their food and water. Cole wasn't nervous about telling Madelaine, he knew she was good with kids and was constantly going on about how cute their child would be. He was mostly just excited to share the news with someone else that they were close to.

Madelaine: After a weekend full of emotions and watching Evan go, talking with Vanessa and deciding to give things a try, Madelaine was more than excited to go visit Lili and Cole. She wasn't gonna tell them anything since they had agreed with Ness to tell them together at work, but it was still dinner with two of her favorite people on the planet, so after stopping at a store for a bottle of wine and some chocolate for desert (Lili always needed chocolate, it was something well known amongst her friends), the redhead drove the short distance between her home and the Sprousehart, as their fans had dubbed them, residence. Walking up to the front door, knuckles rapped on the wood before ringing the actual doorbell.

Lili "Is this going to be edible? I'm wary." Lili wrinkled her nose as she glanced over the pot that Cole was cooking in. She wasn't doubting his cooking skills, more like if it would taste tasty to her. Vegan food wasn't one of her top choices but she knew the circle of food that Lili and Madelaine could both eat had little similarities. "And I'm ready. I'm just trying to find something comfortable to wear." There was a tight band of red around her stomach from the jeans she had had to wear on set today and she was dying for some relief. Choosing sweatpants and a cozy hoodie, hoping nobody else dressed up, Lili pulled her hair into a messy bun and looked over as she heard the knock. "Hiii," she greeted Mads with a bright smile and drew her into a hug. "Come on in, it's almost done. Ooh. Chocolate!"

Cole: "It's just vegetables and noodles babe" Cole replied, pulling out the bowls and cutlery they'd need and then starting to plate the stiry fry up into three bowls to put on the table. The dishwasher had been stacked with the dinner equipment and he was setting a jug of water and glasses on the table when he heard the knock on the door and smiled at Madelaine as she came through the house. "Hey! You're just in time, I just finished cooking" He told her, hugging the redhead in greeting "You really didn't have to bring anything. Come and sit down"

Madelaine: Smiling as Lili hugged her, Mads cuddled her back "Heyy!" She squealed as they hugged before stepping in and letting her take the chocolate "I knew better than to come with empty hands, especially with your lady and her sweet tooth, Sprouse" She teased, walking over to the kitchen and hugging Cole when he came into her view "Thanks for veganing up for me, guys" She said as she took a seat on the table.

Lili "Yeah, don't tell her she can't bring chocolate." Lili was practically heart eyes for the box and she held it chose to her chest as she shut the door behind Mads and then followed her in. Sticking it on the counter and scratching behind Gus's ears as he came running up to inspect their guest, Lili sank down into a chair next to her. "Apparently I can eat this. Who knew?" Vegetables and noodles didn't sound too bad, and it sounded light for her stomach which was actually perfect. "Do you want something to drink before I get too comfortable in this chair and forget I'm a hostess?"

Cole: "I was definitely talking about the wine but we can go with the chocolate too" Cole joked, pulling out a chair when he was satisfied that they'd have everything they needed on the table. "It actually wasn't that hard to make. I just followed a recipe from online. I've never had it before though so I'm not taking any blame if it doesn't turn out right". He started on the noodles with a pair of chopsticks, happy that the meal actually tasted somewhat okay considering it was off the internet and any recipe from there was always a little bit of a gamble on whether or not it would really work out. "Did you have a good time at Lulu's birthday yesterday?

Madelaine: "I know you Lils, I know you have your secret stash by your bed. I'll never not bring chocolates" The redhead said with a quick wink at her best friend. As if it were her own home, Madelaine walked to the kitchen and grabbed a cork screw to open the bottle of wine, coming back to the table to crack it open "I'm sure it's gonna be great, Thumper, don't worry about it" She said with a big smile as she sat back down "I did! The party was beautiful, the cupcakes were dangerously bright and you looked like you were having a blast, Mr. Bouncy Castle. Did you have a nice time, Lils?" She asked, turning her head to the blonde as she opened the bottle "Wine, guys?" She asked, pouring her own cup first. One glass of wine wasn't gonna hurt, and the drive wasn't too long back home.

Lili "More like my own little compartment in the cupboards," Lili quipped back. "Lili's junk food stash, it's legendary." She brought her legs up underneath her to sit criss cross on the chair, watching Mads move about their kitchen and thinking back to how familiar it felt to living with her once upon a time. Shaking her head at the mention of the bounce house, Lili took her own sip of water. "I have video of that I wanna show you," she told Mads and then watched the wine being poured. She had been wanting to bring up her pregnancy in the same manner as they had with KJ - tell him with the sonogram, no beating around the bush but once Lili denied alcohol, it was going to be hard to act like it wasn't for any other reason. "I kind of..can't drink wine for a while," Lili demurred with a growing smile on her face. "But thanks for the offer, Mads."

Cole: "I don't think I've ever seen that cupboard empty since we moved in" Cole didn't have as big a sweet tooth as Lili did but there was sure to always be something in there whether they needed it or not. When she opened the wine, Cole's eyes flicked to Lili for a moment before looking back at the bottle "I'll have one but just a little bit" He spoke, sliding the glass over to Madelaine and thanking her when she had handed it back. When Lili spoke a smile reappeared on Cole's face and he got up for a second "Actually, we have something we wanted to show you" He told her, leaving the room and coming back with one of the copies of the sonogram that they had stashed in their bedroom for safe keeping and away from wandering eyes. He sat back down, placing it on the table in front of Madelaine.

Madelaine: Happily pouring herself the glass of wine and pouring a little bit on Cole's, Madelaine looked at Lili with confusion on her face. It wasn't often that Lili didn't drink wine, but then again, everyone had their moments so she just decided to put it behind her. But then Cole stood up and he was smiling and so was Lili, they had the same look on their faces, and it just- "Oh my..." Her eyes widened as she let her jaw drop in a huge smile looking at Lili for a second before Cole came back, leaving the sonogram picture in front of her "Oh my god, you guys!! No way!" She said, picking it up with her hands "No way, no.... Oh my god, Lil!" She couldn't really make any bigger words before she went up to hug the blonde.

Lili grinned as Madelaine put two and two together. She had been hoping it'd be a happy reaction but this was even better than she imagined. "Yeah!" She laughed, hugging her friend back tightly. "I'm almost two months. I told Cole Saturday, we told KJ yesterday and now you know. Well, and Dylan too," she added. Only a select group of people were finding out before Lili and Cole wanted to expand it so that it could stay a secret for just a little while longer. Lili still had to figure out how let Roberto know and she had to tell her family and Cole's family before they went and shared the happy news with the rest of their friends. "A little McNugget is cooking in there." She patted her stomach, taking another drink of water. "That's your copy because..well.." Lili looked over at Cole. "I asked KJ, honey, why don't you ask her."

Cole: Cole wasn't surprised that Madelaine was happy for them. He hadn't really anticipated any other reaction out of their friends. All the same, it was nice that the few people they'd told so far had been really happy and supportive. It had just made the whole experience a lot more enjoyable. "If it wasn't a baby, it probably would be a McNugget" Cole took a sip of his water as he listened to Lili speak. "We were wondering whether you'd like to be the godmother. You're one of our closest friends and we couldn't think of anyone else that we'd think would be better suited for the role"

Madelaine: Madelaine was far too entranced with just looking at Lili and then down at her stomach, and back up at Lili again. Her best friend was growing a human.... Who's father was the other one of her best friends. She could feel the love irradiating in that room coming from that very stomach. Hearing what Lili said, about keeping the copy of the sonogram, she looked down at it with tears in her eyes, and when Cole talked, she looked up at him. "What? Me?" She asked, and that's when the waterworks started. Reaching out to hug Cole, who she hadn't congratulated yet, she all but broke down in his arms "Of course I'll be their godmother" She said, hugging him tightly before pulling back and looking at Lili, her lips pouting and quivering before she hugged her again "Thank you... Thank you so much" She whispered in her ear, taking in a deep breath and calming herself down as she took a small step back. "Wow... Wow this is-" She mumbled, picking up the sonogram picture in her hand again and putting it on Lili's stomach "You're the luckiest little nug in the world. With these parents? You're set for life, bug"

Lili was beaming as Madelaine took it all in. KJ had cried, Madelaine was practically crying..Great. Now Lili was seconds away from crying too just like the other night. She wrapped her arms tightly around Mads, trying not to think about how they had started this whole wonderfully wild journey being roommates and now they were /here/, going on a brand new adventure together. She tried not to because she knew she'd definitely start blubbering then. "Oh God, don't," Lili wiped at her face, laughing as she started to fail against the not crying. "C'mon, Mads, I'm barely keeping it together here and I'm trying really hard not to be the cliche pregnant lady who cries all the time!" She glanced down at the sonogram pressed against her stomach and a warmth spread over her, already knowing their baby was so lucky to have a group of people who loved them from the start.

Cole: Cole hugged Madelaine back, happy that she'd accepted being the godmother. The three of them had been close since the show started and Madelaine had been with the two of them through their whole relationship, especially in the beginning when she was Lili's roommate. So it made a lot of sense that she was godmother. Cole had seen her with babies too and they adored her so it was exciting that it'd actually be their child this time around. "Of course. We wouldn't have wanted it any other way" He reassured her. "And Lils, I love you but I definitely think you've already fallen into that cliche trap of being the one who cries all the time" Now that they'd had both the godparents told, it was really just their families they needed to tell and that'd be it for a while.

Madelaine: Wrapping her arms protectively around Lili, but also in sort of a hug, Madelaine chuckled into her friend's shoulder "Don't worry, I'm crying too and I'm as far as it gets from being pregnant, so you can blame it all on me" She joked with a smile, looking over at both their friends and bringing them together, one under each arm "I'm so happy for you guys. This is gonna be the adventure of a freaking lifetime, and I'm so happy and honored you've chose me to come along with you. And I promise I'll make sure to always be on your side, and be the cool aunt who lets you do the silly things and brings you back home unharmed whenever mom and dad say no, Nugget" She said, putting a hand on Lili's stomach.

Lili "Shut up," Lili sniffled but knew Cole had a point. She was a sensitive girl to begin with and now her hormones were really going to come out to play. She'd soon be crying over everything. She leaned into Mads's embrace and smiled, wiping at her eyes again as Madelaine talked to her stomach. She wasn't showing apart from a little pouch and yet, nothing felt more real than Mads's cool fingers splayed across the front of her hoodie. "We're going to be the cool parents, I don't know what you're talking about. Can we eat before I really embarrass myself and start actually sobbing?"

Cole: "We are going to be the cool parents, that's for sure" Cole agreed with Lili, gently using the soft sleeve of his shirt to wipe the remaining tears off her face. It had been a pretty emotional weekend and if anything it had just shown them how much love and support they really had from all their close friends, it was almost overwhelming. "We'd still love you even if you started sobbing" He spoke, sitting back down in his chair now that the madness was over "But we should eat before it gets too cold too"

Madelaine: Tucking the small sonogram picture into the back pocket of her jeans, Madelaine wiped her eyes with the back of her hands and took a couple steadying breaths "I don't know what you guys are talking about since the waterworks clearly came out of me, today" She said, chuckling as she found her way back into her seat to pick up the glass of wine. She was about to take a sip, but sympathetically towards Lili, she moved it out of the way, taking her water glass and pouring herself and Lili some water. "I know you haven't told many people but Ness... Can I tell Nessie?"

Lili "You can drink wine, Mads," Lili chuckled, trying to keep a hold of herself and get herself back on track. "I promise I won't get upset. It's not like I'm going to make Cole stop drinking." That..might change but he didn't need to know that, especially as it would depend entirely on how Lili was feeling as the months progressed. "Tell her if you want but tell her /you/ insisted on telling her so she doesn't get mad at us for not," Lili shook her finger at Mads but knew just how tempting it'd be for Mads to share that happiness with somebody and Vanessa was definitely someone Lili wanted to know.

Cole: Cole wasn't too fussed on whether or not Lili wanted him to stop drinking. It'd probably be nice to go for a little while without it. He was planning on quitting smoking or at least severly lessening the amount he did smoke. It just wasn't worth it anymore, even if he didn't do it too much, there wasn't any point to continue. "Yeah. I think we'll probably tell a couple other people soon enough but we're really hoping to just keep it a secret for as long as possible and then announce it when we're ready to" Cole knew it'd have to happen eventually but he was really hoping they'd be able to announce it themselves before the media or press got a hold of the news.

[shellheadtmark2]

@cptsrogers “There’s nothing quite like a good vegetable.”

          THERE IT IS.  He’s known Steve long enough that sometimes...Sometimes it’s easy to forget that Steve is.  Well.  Kind of weird.  Or maybe that he’s a different weird than Tony’s brand of weird.  Weirds that coexist side-by-side but rarely touch upon the same weirdness.  It’s weird.  

“How long have we known each other, Steve, a long time, right.  A really long time.”  Long enough he doesn’t want to peg a number of years on it.  It reminds him he’s not getting any younger.  His statement seems disconnected from Steve’s - a good vegetable, who actually says things like that - until he continues, picking up his coffee in its carry out cup.  That’s dinner, along with some leftover pizza in the communal tower fridge with his name and dire warnings of horrendous and grievous bodily harm scribbled all over the box that he plans on collecting and dragging down to the workshop.

“I used to think the whole Captain America says you should eat healthy thing was a joke, you know.  Propaganda.  Encouragement to get the kiddies to not live on McNuggets and pizza alone.”  It clearly hasn’t been successful, in Tony’s case.  “I mean, I remember a time before the food pyramid, you know, when it was still Food for Fitness.”

Enjoy that, Steve, he hates admitting how old he is.  He’s vain like that.

“But,” he says, holding the coffee cup up, but not drinking it.  “I didn’t think anybody bought into that bullshit, you know, it’s all...It’s not actually...It’s all about subsidies.  What agribusiness is lobbying the government, not actually what you should be eating.  It’s all about-”  He holds up his free hand, rubbing his first two fingers and his thumb together.

“But here you are.  Waxing poetic about vegetables.”  He’s not surprised.  He’s actually not, he’s been sniping from Steve’s plate for years, and Steve has a much better and wider palette for things that are green than Tony does.  And he can’t count the number of times he’s been guilted into eating said green things himself.  “You’re so earnest, it’s adorable.  It almost makes me want to go out and buy a carrot or something.”

skyrim starters | accepting

[mooosicaldreamz]

idk how you & lynne are able to write so much. tbh y’all are a blessing. i did a random # generator for the things u said prompts so i’m submitting 40 for supercorp!

according to lynne i have sucked up all the inspiration in the apt, which is apparently a finite resource, so i guess i will be the one producing any writing today…….anyway here it goes. things i said when you met my parents. @narraboths said there was only one choice when i was given this prompt. 

One second, Kara is flipping Lena’s omelette over in the pan with careful and steady precision, dancing to the Real Estate song pouring out of Lena’s way-too-big sound system, when the door opens.

It’s been three months of dating, two blissful months of having great sex, one month since Lena had insisted Kara take a key to her large off-campus apartment and told her to go get milk and kale on the way back from her radio journalism class. Kara had got the milk, some cookies, a giant bouquet of shitty grocery store flowers, and forgotten the kale, but Lena had kissed her anyway.

She had met Lena freshman year in their shared Intro to 18th Century Lit class, and they had been through a lot of nonsense to get to here - Kara had dated this shitty dude named Mike, Lena had nearly blown up their friendship group by dating James for three weeks sophomore year. But Kara had felt it this past summer, while Lena fell asleep on the phone because she was in Turkey with her brother and Kara listened. It would be this year that they would figure it out.

They had, and that was awesome. What was not awesome was Kara turning away from the electric stovetop and seeing someone other than Lena in the doorway, while wearing an FBI t-shirt reading Female Body Inspector (gifted from her sister in a fit of drunken Amazon shopping) and boxers covered in tiny little flying cupids. Last night, when Lena had taken them off of her before giving her some inspired head, she had said they were cute.

The woman with brown hair and a Valentino bag did not look like she would share such an opinion. Kara recognizes her immediately, of course. Her first instinct is to punch the woman, because Lena had just finished a phone call with her mother that set her in such a mood that she demanded Kara drive to the dispensary just on the edge of campus and buy some edibles. They had sat in the dark and watched Mighty Morphin Power Rangers and then when that had worn off, Lena had cried and Kara had kissed her face all over.

“I didn’t realize Lena had a roommate,” Lillian Luthor, drawing to her full height. She’s taller than Kara, serene-looking and unperturbed. Kara was very perturbed, because she was wearing boxers and had nothing as smart as that to say back, besides a colorful string of curse words.

The door opens again. Lillian sidesteps the wide arc it makes as Lena barrels in without looking up from her bag.

“Darling, I hope some of that food is for me, because I’m starving, and I think my mother wants to have dinner with me tonight-“

Kara makes a strangled noise. Lena looks up her way and the smile on her face is pretty enough that Kara forgets that her mother is watching and smiles back. But then Lillian makes a soft coughing noise, and a look of deep horror rushes over Lena’s face as she looks over from Kara to the visage of her mother, dark and batlike in the corner of her formerly sunny kitchen.

“Lena, there’s an FBI agent in your home,” Lillian says, deadpan. It would be funny if Kara didn’t feel like dying.

They go to breakfast because in the process of getting dressed and resolving to burn her FBI t-shirt, Lena’s omelette burns and Kara’s assembled collection of breakfast items get sneered at by Lillian. Apparently Rice Krispies is not a meal to be eaten by anyone with a job over the age of eleven.

“You do have a job, I assume,” Lillian says. Kara doesn’t muster a response, just holds tighter to Lena’s hand as Lillian’s driver takes them over to Salt and Pepper. Lena’s jaw clenches.

“You know, mother, when you insisted on having a key to my place, I thought you’d agree that barging in without warning was a healthy boundary,” Lena says.

“I was in town, and you weren’t answering my calls,” Lillian says, breezily. Watching the two of them talk at each other is sort of like watching Winn and his nerd friends play Pong. Kara isn’t sure how or when to interject.

“You want me to go to that awful gala with Jack, I know,” Lena says. Her head drops against the seat of the car, and her neck rolls as the car moves along. Lillian cocks her head.

“I see now why you didn’t like the idea. You might’ve told me. Surely Kara has a dress suitable for the occasion,” Lillian says. The smile on her face does not meet her eyes. Kara is not inclined to smile back. She just grips Lena’s hand and draws patterns across the back of it, trying to bleed some calm into her. It isn’t clear that it works, but when the car rolls to a stop and Lillian insists they sit in the window seat at the restaurant, exactly where Lena hates to sit because the early morning sun is apparently too bright on her, she gives Kara a small smile.

“What all is good here, then?” Lillian asks. Food is something Kara is capable of talking about to almost anyone, so she gives it a shot, letting Lena take a long drink of water.

“I’m a big fan of the eggs benedict,” Kara says. She feels Lena’s hand arrive on her thigh in a soft, reassuring gesture, and it provokes her to give a smile to Lillian. There’s nothing but a frown in return.

“Certainly not very healthy,” Lillian says. “Lena, I certainly hope you haven’t been eating things as fattening as eggs benedict while you’ve been gallivanting with this one.”

“She eats a lot of kale, actually,” Kara says, dropping her hand under the table and holding Lena’s hand. Lena is rubbing her forehead with her spare hand in much the same gesture as she makes when she’s been staring at blueprints for five hours. Kara likes it then, because Lena with her reading glasses and work face on is cute, susceptible to snuggles, and always open to buying them late-night cheese fries at Devil Dawgs. But this Lena is not as fun.

“That would explain the sallow look,” Lillian says.

Kara knows the definition of the word sallow, definitely read it in her SAT prep classes, and it’s not how she would describe Lena. Lena is gorgeous, has been gorgeous since she stood up on the first day of class and said her name was Lena Luthor and that her favorite book was Siddhartha, and Kara had watched her take studious notes for an hour and a half. She was beautiful the day she kissed Kara in the freezing cold rain on the corner outside McDonalds right after Kara had tried to eat three McNuggets at once. She was beautiful when she came and she was beautiful this morning when she had let Kara keep her in bed for five minutes extra so that they could share sleepy, morning breath kisses. Kara is certain she will be beautiful in graduation robes, and wedding dresses, and holding babies, and solving world hunger.

So she can’t help but take offense.

“I’m going to the restroom,” Lena says. She stands abruptly. Kara watches her go with some worry. It’s too early in the morning for Lena to be crying about anything, but it looks all the same like she might be about to when she turns the corner into the restroom.

When she looks back to the table, Lillian is looking at her.

“So, a journalism major,” Lillian says. Kara stares at her. Apparently the spate of silence is too long. “Are you going to speak? Or stare?”

“Yes,” Kara says. Frustration is thrumming through her, an old anger that’s mostly quelled when she’s around Lena, absorbing the atmosphere of Lena. Her therapist used to call it orphan anger, which had seemed sometimes crass, but usually just as descriptions go.

“Which one?” Lillian asks. She smiles, takes a sip of her water. Kara feels her hand as though it were separate of her body reach up to grip the edge of the table.

“Why are you such a jerk to her?” Kara asks. She leans a quarter of the way over the table to make sure that no one overhears her disrespecting what is supposedly an adult.

“I’m sorry?” Lillian asks. She looks intrigued, like Kara has said something surprising and she’s halfway interested in hearing what else she has to say. Or like how people look at puppies barking at mirrors. Like it’s amusing. It makes Kara feel crazy.

“She is so - good, and she tries so hard to impress you when she doesn’t even need to, and you’re such a jerk,” Kara says. “Why?”

She doesn’t mean for it to sound so impassioned and sad, but that’s how it comes out, and it makes Lillian smile very gently.

“I don’t think you know your place,” Lillian says. “Perhaps you should find it.”

“My place is with Lena,” Kara says, and she smacks the edge of the table so hard that the water glasses shiver. “I’m with her. And you know what? She doesn’t need you.”

“I want what’s best for my daughter,” Lillian says.

“So do I,” Kara says. “And that includes you not being a jerk.”

“You may not understand Lena and I’s relationship, but I do care about her,” Lillian says. She leans back in her seat like she’s won something. Kara almost stands up and swings, but instead she chooses to reach into her lap and place her napkin on the table in front of her, standing slowly.

“I’m going to go check on her and make sure she isn’t crying because you’re a jerk,” Kara says. “When I come back, you can either be gone or in a fifty percent better mood, which I’m sure is the best your robot heart can manage, or else I’m going to make my friend James who works here drop hollandaise on your stupid, jerky head.”

Lillian stares at her. James, who’s just arrived at the table to take their drink order, stares at her. She brushes back him with a very dark look that has him scurrying backward.

She finds Lena in the women’s restroom, leaned up against the sinks and staring at the ceiling as though it might collapse down upon her. There’s no hesitation in wrapping her arms around Lena, pressing kisses up the column of her neck until she starts giggling and pushing Kara away.

“I’m sorry I left you out there,” Lena says, reaching up and pressing her long fingers into either side of Kara’s jaw, pulling her down into a quick kiss. It’s something like cool rain after an oppressive heat, kissing Lena right now in this restaurant bathroom after yelling at her mother. The sinks are fancy and the lights are bright and her mother is decidedly not here.

“It’s alright,” Kara says. “I left her out there. I’m sure that’s not in the etiquette books.”

“I read the etiquette books,” Lena says, kissing her again. “It was not in the etiquette books.”

“Is making out in this bathroom in the etiquette books?” Kara asks. Lena kisses her and keeps kissing her, and they super make out for a solid thirty seconds before Lena draws back with a sigh.

“As much as I want to keep breaking the rules of etiquette books, we should probably go out there and suffer through,” Lena says. She keeps pressed close to Kara, and Kara keeps holding onto her. She loves feeling Lena. Loves Lena. She had been meaning to tell her so.

“Your mother sucks,” Kara says. “But just think. When we get married, I can hand deliver the invitation and I’ll dunk it on her the way Winn does with his 64 controller when he wins at Mario Kart.”

“Oh, when we get married?” Lena asks. She’s smiling so pretty that Kara can’t think of the words inside her brain even though she’s real smart sometimes. So she just leans forward and kisses Lena again. “It’s only been three months, Danvers.”

“If you ever think of breaking up with me, just know that whoever you date after me will not dunk your wedding invitation in her face,” Kara says.

“I suppose we can’t break up, then,” Lena says, smiling.

“Probably not,” Kara says.

It takes them five more minutes to get out of the bathroom, and Lena is even smiling when she sits down again, her hand wound up in Kara’s. Lillian is still there, and Kara feels like she needs to mime buckling in. She settles for taking a drink of her mimosa, which James has taken the liberty of delivering for her without even her ordering. She’s glad they’re all still friends.

“I apologize, Lena,” Lillian says. She sounds like someone is holding a gun to her back and she’s swallowed a razor, but Kara grins as wide as she pleases. She does not elaborate, but Lena looks nearly stunned. Kara squeezes her hand. “Tell me about…journalism, Kara.”

Kara does.

[motownfiction]

this year’s love

Elenore sneaks out to see Charlie somewhere in the middle of the afternoon. She figures if she visited with one Doyle sibling in the morning, she owes it to the other one to spend a few hours with him, too. It’s not like Sadie’s going to visit him while she’s here. She already mentioned something about it to Lucy. Elenore pretends not to know why she thinks it’s her duty to visit him instead.

He’s all alone in the apartment. Carrie and Cordelia went shopping in Paramus earlier today, and they won’t be back until tonight. Charlie says that for as cosmopolitan as she is, Carrie gets strange hankerings for the suburbs every now and then.

“Do you remember much of it?” he asks as he finishes making her a cherry iced tea. “Living there, in the suburbs?”

Elenore takes the glass from Charlie’s hand and ruminates over a sip.

“I mean, sort of,” she says. “I remember we lived a block and a half away from a McDonald’s, a Burger King, and a Taco Bell.”

Charlie laughs like he wants to be wistful for something he doesn’t miss.

“Restaurant Row,” he says. “Don’t forget about the Pizza Hut.”

“Hey, I’ve been in New York since I was seven,” Elenore says. “That’s twelve years. I left out the Pizza Hut on purpose.”

Charlie smiles. He meanders over to the CD player in the kitchen and flips on whatever’s still loaded in there. Elenore recognizes the song.

White ladder / water and wine / don’t wanna feel tonight …

She makes a strange face.

“David Gray?”

Charlie nods, almost embarrassed.

“This one’s mine, I’m afraid,” he says. “Sometimes even I like what’s popular. Or, you know – what was popular before the turn of the century.”

Elenore nods (a little too flirtatiously).

“Well, look at you,” she says. “I’ve always wondered where we draw the line.”

Charlie’s face turns stark white, and Elenore pretends not to notice.

“Between what?”

“You know,” Elenore says. “Between when something’s popular and when it’s a classic. Like, tons of people like The Beatles, but they’re on classic rock stations all the time. And lots of people have read Jane Eyre, but my mom teaches it as a classic novel. So, which one is it? Is it popular, or is it a classic?”

Charlie laughs, and Elenore isn’t sure she knows why – not this time.

“I think those questions are a little above my paygrade,” he says. “Of course, depending on the night, Chicken McNuggets are above my paygrade, so I don’t really know what I’m saying, do I?”

Elenore grins, trying to be as silly as she can. She doesn’t know why, but it feels like her only defense.

Defense? Against Charlie?

She pushes her father’s voice out of her mind.

“That’s another one, though,” Charlie adds. “Chicken McNuggets. Are they popular, or are they classic?”

“Well, that opens up a whole other question,” Elenore says.

“What’s that?”

“Food. Is it popular culture, or is it something else? If we commodify sustenance, what does that mean?”

“I think it means you just gave way too much credit to Ronald McDonald.”

Elenore blushes and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. All the while, she can’t help but think that her mother would be so disappointed.

“Yeah, well,” she struggles, “I guess that’s what your first year of college will do to you. Get you thinking as absurdly and as theoretically as possible.”

Charlie chuckles.

“You know, some people would call those synonyms,” he says. “Absurd and theoretical.”

Elenore grins (again, flirtatiously – why can’t she just stop?).

“Uh-huh,” she says. “And what would you call them, Charlie Doyle? Synonyms or not?”

Charlie shrugs. Always underestimating himself. It makes Elenore go weak in the knees. After growing up in a family of overachievers who eat other overachievers for breakfast, it’s nice to spend some time with an underdog (or somebody who thinks he’s an underdog).

“I think I’d call them Carrie’s domain,” he says. “I’m just a piano player.”

She sighs, picturing herself and Charlie like they’re in Moulin Rouge. She shakes her head and tries to snap herself out of it – she’s too old for fantasies like this – but it doesn’t work. The longer Charlie locks eyes with her, the more she thinks in song and dance.

The David Gray CD switches to the next song. Probably the most popular track. Elenore’s not sure she cares. She’s always liked what she wants to like, no matter how many times it’s played on the radio. She thinks she might have gotten that from Sam.

“You know,” Charlie says, leaning across the counter and coming almost face to face with Elenore, “Carrie and Cordelia are gonna be gone all day and all night.”

Elenore laughs.

“That’s funny,” she says. “What could they possibly have to do in New Jersey?”

“Carrie’s got a real thing about hitting up Applebee’s whenever she’s there,” Charlie says, again with the forced wistfulness. “She says there’s something about ‘Eating good in the neighborhood’ when you’re in a real neighborhood. Not Times Square.”

“Does she also have a thing about shitty mozzarella sticks?”

“And Oreo milkshakes.”

Elenore smiles. She’s not sure if she’s doing it to be polite or if she likes the thought of Carrie enjoying something as simple as an Oreo milkshake. Of all her parents’ friends, Carrie has always been the most difficult to please. At least, that’s how Elenore always wanted to see it.

Charlie leans farther across the counter, and Elenore’s stomach is in a French twist. She’s frozen as he gently takes her hand. Her heartbeat overpowers the music, but she can still hear it.

When you kiss me on that midnight street / sweep me off my feet / singing, “ain’t this life so sweet?”

She wants to say something, but her mouth is so dry. Charlie’s not saying anything at all. He’s just holding her hand, letting Carrie’s absence hang in the air for Elenore to grab onto. He has a look in his eye that outside of the movies, Elenore usually only sees her father give to her mother. It’s the look Sean was supposed to give her. Sean, the man she was supposed to love. Sean, the man who stopped loving her. As Charlie holds her hand, Elenore can’t stop thinking about Sean. If they hadn’t broken up – if Sean hadn’t fallen in love with someone else, someone who’s better and smarter and more mature than Elenore – then Charlie Doyle surely wouldn’t be holding her hand this afternoon.

And why doesn’t she want Charlie Doyle to hold her hand? This or any afternoon? She used to write poetic journal entries where she wished for nothing more. She used to listen to that song by The Goo Goo Dolls and picture them gliding across a dimly lit dance floor. But it was different then. She was fourteen. She didn’t understand that he was a man, and she was a child.

She doesn’t see it until today, when he won’t let go of her hand.

Eventually, she wriggles out of Charlie’s grip (at least, it feels like a grip, in her memory) and breaks eye contact. David Gray still warbles in the background. She thinks she might have to destroy her copy of White Ladder when she gets back home (to see Mom and Daddy and Emma).

“I should go,” she says and hops off the kitchen stool.

Charlie begins to follow her out the door, and her whole body tenses. But she does not freeze. She has just enough Will in her to fight.

“But there’s so much left we can still do,” he says.

He sounds like a disappointed child. Elenore feels sick. She shakes her head and makes a claw out of her keys. Charlie seems like the type to avoid the claw of keys.

“I should go,” she says.

This time, Charlie doesn’t argue. Elenore half-heartedly waves at him and practically runs out of the building. She stops right before the front door and grips onto the handle as tightly as she can. Before she knows what’s happening, she begins to cry. Before she knows she’s crying, she begins to sob.

She tells herself she doesn’t know why she’s crying or what she’s feeling, but none of that is true. Elenore knows exactly why she’s crying.

In all her days, she’s never been so scared.

[cderenn]

McDonald’s Manipulative Methods

Your child is hungry. You hold her hand and start looking for a restaurant in the mall. An appetizing red sign appears right in front of you. Your child freezes where he is, like a statue, now he knows very well what he wants to eat. However, with the word no coming out of your mouth, he starts shouting as much as his mouth comes out. Then she starts quivering her lips to add some drama, her face red, her eyes full of tears. After this point, you cannot find the strength to say no and you enter the restaurant. You ask your child what he would like to eat and you get the answer "bugs bunny with a carrot". Doesn't the scenario sound familiar to you? I know you know the name of the restaurant as well as your own. It is Mcdonald's. Mcdonald's is one of the well-known and established fast-food chains in the world. Have you ever wondered why its recognition is so high?

Mcdonald's is captivating the minds of its consumers without even knowing it, with the manipulative techniques it uses. Its main target consumer group is children. Mcdonald's is captivating the minds of its consumers without even knowing it, with the manipulative techniques it uses. Its main target consumer group is children. Knowing that children are easier to manipulate than adults and how persuasive children can be to get their parents to do whatever they want, it might be wise for McDonald's to choose children as their target audience, but this is just one of McDonald's manipulative methods. Just like in the scenario I mentioned, parents can't stand their children's insistence and shout in the middle of the mall, and they enter McDonald's. But we all know that the real reason kids want to go there isn't because they think the hamburgers are delicious. How delicious can something be made of greasy paper-like meat, two cold pieces of bread, and ketchup the size of a fingernail sandwiched between them? The most beautiful thing is the colorful toys in the window in that corner. This is how McDonald's stays in the minds of children as a restaurant full of toys that keep them happy and entertained. This image lasts until adulthood. Thus, McDonald's guaranteed its income for about forty years, thanks to the customers it manipulated when it was young. In the interview with the man who introduced the toys to McDonald’s, the man explains how the toys are used as manipulating children.”If you get the child at you know four-five years old to come to McDonald's, he is probably going to continue to come as a teenager and as an adult and then to bring his kids so ray always said if you had one dollar to spend on marketing spend it on kids marketing”

Mcdonald's does not forget to manipulate the minds of children, which it uses as an investment for the future while preparing advertisements. With the so-called happy meal menus Mcdonald’s prepared, it gives the impression that children will be happy when they receive that menu. The clown mascot prepared for children convinces children to eat that greasy hamburger made of paper meatballs without even realizing it, by visiting schools and dancing in commercials on TV. According to Julie Jargon, “McDonald’s launched a new mascot shaped like a Happy Meal box. The character, dubbed “Happy,” will be used to promote healthier children’s meal options such as yogurt and apples. The fact that they added apples and yogurts to Happy Meals to make their meals look healthier, but that creates a way to cover up what is the main meal is which is the burger or the Chicken McNuggets and it is also possible to make parents believe that since it is healthier, they could take their children more often. Advertising is looked upon in all aspects of children’s lives because the industry provides visual representations on various things such as in movies, television shows, toys, sports, and other things that can make their image better.

So ​how right is it to manipulate these innocent children, who will shape our future, to direct their perceptions in a certain direction?

We all know that Mcdonald's is a "fast" food chain. It fascinates children with practical but unhealthy foods. Our children are raising our children as diabetics of the future, with fatty meat, flavor-filled hamburgers that we don't know what's in them, and the acidic and high sugar cola served with them. Increasing obesity rates resulting from unhealthy diets are also indisputable. “The UK has an obesity crisis,” Tom Watson, media and sport secretary, writes. “Almost two-thirds of adults in England are overweight or obese. A quarter of children in England are overweight or obese by age five, rising to over a third by the end of primary school. Obesity and a sugar-filled diet cause a variety of serious health conditions, including Type 2 diabetes which costs the NHS 10% of its budget every year to treat."

With the methods it uses, McDonald's targets children who have not yet completed their development and uses their weak points for their own benefit. However, the health problems it creates and more have a shocking effect on the way the world goes to the future. Children's exposure to advertisements that manipulate them from the very beginning of their lives and the rise in obesity as a result of unhealthy diets prove to us that these shocking effects are not in a good way.

[indigo-night-wisp]

The Queen of I-75

(OR: This Never Would Have Happened at Dairy Queen)

---So uh, there is historical precedent that says the easiest way to get me to write something for you is to shower me with compliments and then drop a prompt on me while batting your eyelashes, so... this is @queensandkingsofattolia‘s fault (with a bit of @wolf-thecontradictorysentence as well). based on/inspired by this post

I wrote almost 2000 words in a little under 5 hours while working my customer service job, so here, enjoy this customer service AU in which no customers are served.

Irene has been the manager of the McDonald’s on the I-75 exit since she was 17 years old, and if Nahuseresh thinks he’s going to take over this restaurant like he did the Long John Silver’s across the way, he’s got another thing coming.

She stares into Kamet’s longsuffering face and says, “Does he think I like you better or something? I’m still not signing anything for him.”

Kamet doesn’t look like he thinks anyone likes him at all, much less that they could like him more than his charming, handsome boss. “He just wanted me to deliver a message,” he says tiredly. Kamet doesn’t get paid enough for this. Kamet doesn’t get paid enough for the job he was actually hired to do, which was frying hushpuppies. Playing messenger in Nahuseresh’s game of fast food corporate intrigue was never in the paperwork.

“Speak,” Irene commands.

“He’s going over your head if you don’t sign within the week,” Kamet recites. “Your boss will agree even if you don’t.”

Irene narrows her eyes at him. She only enjoys it a little bit when he flinches. “Tell him I’ll think about it,” she says finally. Visibly relieved, Kamet backs away from the counter and leaves the restaurant through the kitchen.

“Teleus,” she says.

“Ma’am.” He’s 5 years older than she is, but Teleus will call Irene ma’am until the day he dies, probably. It’s an honorific he gives literally no one else. He’d die before saying, “Sir.”

“Don’t let anyone burn the place down,” she tells him. “I need to talk to Relius.”

Relius is sitting on top of the safe in the cash office, meditating. “We’re going to lose the restaurant,” Irene tells him, pacing back and forth furiously.

“Well,” Relius says after a moment, opening his eyes. “With that attitude.”

“What do I do?” Irene demands.

Relius breathes deeply. “Look inside your heart,” he suggests.

“I don’t think I can actually murder Nahuseresh,” she tells him. Relius shrugs.

“It’s an option,” he says.

Something clangs! in the front. Irene closes her eyes and then goes to see what disaster has happened this time.

Teleus is holding the arm of one of her best shake-makers, whose name Irene can’t exactly remember –Arrow, or something –but who is definitely an invaluable member of the team. He’s also fuming mad.

“Eugenides,” Teleus says darkly. Irene’s eyes blaze.

Eugenides is at the register, ringing up customers and filling drink orders like a pro. He’s in uniform.

“Arrow,” says Irene.

“Aris,” he corrects. Oops. Whatever.

“Go take over,” she orders, pinching the bridge of her nose. Aris goes, glaring at Eugenides, who offers a sunny smile as he comes to meet Irene.

“You don’t even work here,” she hisses at him when he’s in arm’s reach. She grabs his sleeve and hauls him to the back with her. He lets her manhandle him with a smirk. “Why do you always do this?”

“This” being stealing his roommate’s uniforms and coming in to work despite not being employed by McDonald’s. Any McDonald’s.

“I like smelling like McNuggets,” Gen says. He’s laughing at her with his eyes.

“You can’t work here!” Irene whisper-shouts.

“Discrimination!” Gen says, waving his prosthetic hand.

Irene sees red. “We didn’t refuse to hire you because you only have one hand!” she yells. “We didn’t hire you because you’re a menace! And you wouldn’t stop stealing the McFlurry Oreos.”

He won’t stop grinning. “You know you love me,” he says.

The awful truth of that statement sometimes. Irene grits her teeth and glares at her boyfriend. “I can’t let you work here while I’m the manager,” she says. “It would look like favoritism.”

“I can’t imagine that anyone would suspect that I’m your favorite,” he drawls. “Not with the way you treat me.”

“I don’t have time for this,” she snaps. “Nahuseresh is breathing down my neck, and I have to come up with a way to keep him from taking over this entire junction.”

Eugenides sobers. “I could–”

“No,” she says. “I can do this.”

Eugenides snorts. “Of course you can. But you don’t have to do it alone.”

It’s weird, it can’t be real, how just hearing him say that feels like a weight lifting. She doesn’t need his help, but if she did…

“You should leave poor Costis’ uniforms alone,” she says instead of thanking him.

Eugenides’ eyes are bright, like he’s laughing, like he’s happy. “Where’s the fun in that?” he asks.

~~~

Nahuseresh has been trying to convince Irene to sign the running of the I-75 McDonald’s over to him for 3 months. He gets more annoying with every conversation she is forced to have with him.

“You can’t run a restaurant on a crew of three people,” she seethes into the phone. “Even a fast food restaurant. It’s just not going to work. Not if you want good service and edible food.”

“But my dear, paying a full crew the wage you propose for every shift is impossible! There’s no way you can sustain that!” His voice sounds like an oil spill.

“We’ve managed it fine so far,” she says coolly. She fought too long and too hard to run a full crew at a decent wage to give him any ground. She can’t let Nahuseresh win. He’ll gut her team and pay what’s left less than minimum if he can.

Irene is a little worried about how the team at Long John Silver’s across the freeway is doing. Kamet always looks a little unhinged when he comes through. Underpaid and overworked employees are not a good combination for a successful restaurant.

It’s not like Irene feels particularly loyal to McDonald’s, but she does feel responsible for her team, and she’s a perfectionist, so half-assing the manager gig isn’t an option. She hangs up on Nahuseresh when the sleaze becomes too much to stomach and goes to find Teleus. He and Costis are arguing with the ice machine.

Well, Teleus is arguing. Costis is pleading.

“Please work,” he mutters, stroking its side. Teleus sees Irene and grunts.

“A woman yelled at him for giving her a drink without ice a few minutes ago,” he explains.

“There was a sign,” Costis moans. Irene pats his shoulder.

“Anyone yells at you about the ice, tell them they’re welcome to take it up with me,” she says. Teleus smirks.

“Ice queen,” he says. Even Costis cracks a smile at that one.

“And don’t you forget it,” Irene says. She needs to talk to Relius.

He isn’t in the back. Irene calls him and Eugenides picks up. “Relius is busy,” he says. There’s an echo to his voice and Irene can hear someone hollering in the background.

“Thief,” she calls him. “Stop stealing my people! First Costis, and now Relius?”

“I didn’t steal Costis,” Eugenides protests. “And if I did, I gave him back!”

“You can’t just steal my employees!”

“I’ll steal whoever’s employees I want,” Eugenides replies saucily. She can hear the laughter he’s trying to hold back.

“Eugenides!” Relius wails loudly.

“What are you doing?” Irene asks incredulously.

“Do you really want to know?” Gen asks.

Not really, to be honest. “No,” she says.

“What did you want Relius for?”

Actually. “Never mind,” she says. “I have an idea.”

~~~

“It’s cold,” Kamet complains. “And early.” He shivers theatrically. Irene hands him a fresh cup of McDonald’s coffee, black as night and strong as Costis. He sighs and accepts it. “What do you want? I could be sleeping.”

“Give me something on Nahuseresh,” Irene says. Kamet stares at her. She stares back, face like ice.

“Like what?” he asks.

“Something incriminating,” she says. “Embezzling, code dropping, unethical business practices. I know there’s something, and I want you to give it to me.”

Kamet’s mouth is a thin, hard line. “And you think… what? That you can buy me?”

“No,” says Irene. She taps her fingers on the rim of her coffee cup. “I think I can steal you.”

Kamet laughs. “Really? How are you going to do that?”

“With a living wage, for one thing,” Irene says dryly.

Kamet squints at her over his coffee lid. “Think,” she continues. “One way or another, Nahuseresh is going out of business. And then where will you be? Jobless, most likely, because if I have to resort to formalities, that restaurant is going to be shut down. But if you help me, you’ll have a job, and it’ll be in the office. No more frying and cooking. Just money and paper.”

“I thought you already had a paper man,” Kamet says suspiciously.

Irene has no idea when Relius will be back, and regardless, if he can be lured away so easily, he’ll take what he deserves and just have to get used to sharing his office.

“Now I have two,” she says.

Kamet wavers. Irene plays her trump card.

“Costis is worried about you.”

He gnaws his lower lip. “I can look into the books. There’s this guy in the kitchen at Long John’s. He told me he thought Nahuseresh had been messing with the time clocks. I’ll start there. Promise I’ll have a job when this is over?”

“I swear,” says Irene, “on Costis’ honor.”

~~~

About a week later, Kamet comes out of the back office just in time to watch Gen pretend his hand has been cut off by the potato slicer.

“What the –you!” Kamet exclaims.

“Eugenides, that is disgusting,” Teleus says calmly. “Now wash that slicer and then get out of my kitchen.”

“You!” Kamet repeats, dumbfounded.

Irene starts paying attention and gives Eugenides a suspicious looks. “You two know each other?”

Eugenides looks innocent, which means he isn’t. “Sometimes I worked at Long John Silver’s,” he says.

“What?” Costis looks betrayed.

“Not anymore!” Gen assures him hastily. Costis aggressively makes a parfait and puts it in the fridge, pouting at Gen.

“Alright, everyone who actually works here,” Irene says, “back to work. You,” she grabs Eugenides by his good wrist, “come with me.” He follows her meekly to the store room.

“I told you I didn’t need you to fix it,” she says.

“I didn’t,” Eugenides insists. “You did.” He reaches up to brush her hair out of her face, pushing her McDonald’s cap off at the same time. “You did it all by yourself.”

Irene gives him a disappointed look. He winces. “Okay, so I dropped a few hints. But you did this, Irene.” He tips his head back to look into her face. “I wouldn’t have even thought to look for inconsistencies in Nahuseresh’s time books if you hadn’t been ranting about how he ran his crew ragged and they hardly got paid for the work.”

Irene glares, but she doesn’t really mean it. She’s been extremely busy for the past few days, managing both McDonald’s and Long John Silver’s until Nahuseresh’s replacement comes in next Monday. She had convinced him that retiring was better than jail and he had caved with bad grace, leaving her the undisputed ruler of the I-75 junction. Irene had tried to get Gen to help with the managing, but it turns out that he actually hates working in fast food when he’s being paid for it.

“You stole Relius,” she accuses.

“Ah,” Gen looks sheepish. “But I did put him back.”

She can’t help the look she’s giving him, knows it’s the strangest mix of smug and smitten, doesn’t care. “I won,” she says.

“Yep.” Gen lets her pull him in by the collar of his stolen uniform polo, lets her run her hands through his hair.

“I outsmarted the Fish,” she says.

“Yep.” His face is almost as smug as the one she’s trying not to show. “You know,” he adds, “this whole destroying someone else’s reign of tyranny thing? It’s really hot.”

“Yeah?” Irene says, arching an eyebrow.

He really does have a wicked grin. How does she like him this much?

“Oh yeah,” he says. “I’m lovin’ it.”

[girlonthenet-xo-blog]

20 facts about me

1. I love food…who doesn’t! My favorite starter on a meal out to the pub would have to be either tempura king prawns or garlic mushrooms, my main would have to be either sausage and mash with gravy and loaaaaads of veg or a bacon and cheese burger with chips, and my dessert would have to be a waffle with chocolate sauce and ice cream or apple crumble and custard.

2. I am a musician. I love singing and writing my own music it fills me with a sense of enjoyment that I can get my feelings down on a page and get all my points across however, I hardly ever sing these songs to people because in my opinion they’re really bad!

3. I am currently studying my A-Levels and sixth form and my god is it difficult! “You only have one academic subject!” the teachers keep saying but what they just don’t understand is that art and music has a lot of effort needed to be put in as well if not more than English Language at the minute.

4. I have the most amazing online friend! He is literally the best, I can talk to him about absolutely anything that I’m worried about and it’s just great having him being there for me whenever I need him. He is one of those friends that you just cannot go a day without speaking to and maybe that is a little odd but do I care? Nope.

5. I have two dogs. Although this is something that is cliche to some people my puppas are my life! They just make me so happy. I love having them there when I walk through the door and they start greeting me and I just think, it’s nice to be so appreciated by pets. 

6. I love nature. My favorite colour is green and I love anything green! I love trees, I love leaves, I love being in the great outdoors! Being in the woods is amazing because you hear so many sounds and sometimes when everything is quiet except the leaves beneath your feet or the trees blowing in the wind it is just so peaceful. 

7. My favorite season is Autumn. The season of pumpkin spice and all things nice! I love when the leaves turn orange and brown and go crisp on the pavements crunching beneath your feet. 

8. Sometimes I get low. I mean doesn’t everyone? I don’t mean get low as in dancing I mean really low, emotionally low. Sometimes it’s hard to talk about but I think this is one of the things I am going to push on my blog. I think people are so unaware of things going on in peoples minds and it’s time to start speaking out! 

9. I love Halloween. It is my favorite celebration although for some strange reason it hasn’t really been a big influence in my families lives, we have never decorated the house on Hallows Eve which is something I intend to do when I am older and I have children of my own. It isn’t just Christmas that spreads joy! So does spook ghouls.

10. I love interior. Although I haven’t done much with it I love designing furniture and layouts on multiple apps that I use. If you’d like to know those apps just ask away! I visited a University where I looked at different types of art and design and although my kind of art is illustration I was drawn to the interior section of the building.

11. I love coffee. It is like my savior…without coffee my day is literally hell on earth. I feel groggy and I can’t wake up so yeah coffee is my fave drink ever. Not to mention the wonderful different types! Before I started my diet I had to have two sugars in my coffee which sweetened it now I have no sugar and the taste of coffee is much much better. I love caramel lattes too and gingerbread lattes from costa!!! And let’s not forget to mention the oh so famous caramel frappe from McDonald’s and Starbucks…yep heaven!! 

12. I love my best friend and he knows and that’s good because he loves me too apparently. Which brings me into the fact that I am a very cheesy person…without intention sometimes…okay so I know it can be annoying when someone is nagging but apparently I nag too but I’m only human guys! 

13. When I was 13 years old I went through a really tough life experience which I know many teenagers battle. And I’m not going to go and self diagnose myself with depression or anxiety but I do have depressive episodes and most of the time I don’t know why however when I was 13 it was at its height and I’m always in fear that another one will soon come back around just as bad as the one those many long four years ago. Although I have had a few that have been minimal I have still had what I call low depressive episodes and it is so hard to explain to somebody why I get them. Part of the reason I’m doing this blog is for that reason just as a reminder that I can let these things out and that’s partly why I like the idea of being anonymous. I can be myself. And I know it’s wrong to say that and not show myself but it’s my way of coping with it and hopefully, if I get any readers, you will understand but I may just be talking to myself right now and that’s fine too because I know deep down it’s helping. 

14. I write way too much…as you can see I wrote quite a lot in the last point that is a tendency I do a lot!! Especially in word counted essays…I am very bad at word counts. 

15. I love special effects makeup. Okay so fun fact about me I love makeup, any type of makeup will do but I love sfx makeup and doing it for others or for myself and so I hope to be sharing that on here with people or with myself obviously but hey ho! Life goes on. 

16. I love quotes…I have a thing about quotes I’ll probably post quite a lot on here, the only thing with quotes is I like them to be personal and meaningful to me otherwise they don’t hold meaning however they might to others and that’s fine. 

17. I still sleep with a teddy bear. Yep you heard me, 17 and Dogsby (weird name but I love him) still sleeps with me. Only if I’m on my own. If I’m sleeping in the same room as someone else I no longer need him but he’s always there to help me out when I’m alone in the dark which is another thing I am terrified of the dark! 

18. I have a phobia of clowns and dolls. By clowns I don’t mean IT 2017 I mean IT 1990. The classic clowns. Ronald McDonald and all that jazz. Despite my love for chicken McNuggets and ketchup Ronald McDonald is the biggest fear of my entire life…if there’s a McDonald’s with a statue of him I will not go in. Absolutely not. And as for dolls well why the hell would anyone want an Annabelle sitting in their bedroom? Honestly…I don’t just mean conjuring style dolls but any china doll in general. No. They just can’t be near me at any given time. 

19. I originally wanted to be a music journalist and I was told if I wanted to do journalism I had to first start blogging about the topics I liked/loved. So you could say this also has influenced me to set up a blog account.

20. I love the sound of rain! It is just so calming and whenever it’s raining outside I seem to have a much better sleep when it’s raining. I also like listening to it during revision time because it helps me concentrate more.

[penguin-cafe]

Congrats on reaching 100 followers my soy sauce!! Hey can I get uuuuuuuuuu tsukkiyama Crack fic where instead of tsukki bringing Yamaguchi to McDonald's, he brings McDonald's to Yamaguchi ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

im sorry this took so long and im also sorry for the content. please catch these sinful hands, i know i am an embarrassment to the family.

anyway, enjoy! 

It’s date night.

Now, they weren’t a particularly romantic couple. Big showy sorts of things? Not their style. (Save for the certain occasions of birthdays and anniversaries, which time and time again, they would forget, but, you know, technicalities and what not.)

No, their ideal bouts of romantic gestures were in the simple things. Like when Tadashi would stick post-it notes of motivation quotes to the bathroom mirror before work. (Usually consisting of memes) Or when Kei would remember to save pictures of animals on his phone to show him later. There’s a whole folder on their computer of their ‘doggo collection.’ Tadashi has to remind him that they can’t house a dog, a lizard, a cat, and a bird all at once and Kei, stubborn to the point of relentlessness will mutter in a monotone of how Tadashi can take that opinion and shove it up his ass because if there is a will, there’s a way –

You know, the simple things.

Which brings the tale here, with Tadashi opening their door with two shoves of his shoulder, because god DAMN, everything needed fixing in this dingy apartment, and almost takes two steps back, the air practically knocked from his lungs.

“…What –”

He tries to say, before his words are practically slapped away by the sound of music ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yiIynI0tjB0 ), and he just stares, eyes possibly going wider, and head turning to find the source of where it’s coming from, and very plainly not trying to stare at his boyfriend. Naked. Well, half naked? Presumidly? On their couch. Is that a 10-piece chicken mcnugget meal?

“Whaaat the fuck?” He says, manages to breath out, kind of squeaks it. He shoves the door closed, looking like a scared doe. Kei, on the other hand, looks quite serious, and Tadashi just now notices the array of sauces splayed next to him – oh dear fucking god.

Kei picks one up, french fry between his teeth, almost like a cigarette, maybe like a rose. Oh, yeah, he’s probably going for the rose look.

“Honey mustard?” Kei asks, then snaps his fingers, seeming to remember. “No, you’re more of a,” He looks over Tadashi and Tadashi gives him what he probably thinks is a weird look in reply, shock, and like, twelve other emotions just kind of sprinting through his mind and spirit. “Spicy buffalo.”

“Uhhh?” He’s sure that’s a valid question, because making the words go from his mouth is not so good at the moment.

Tadashi looks around. “Where’s the food?” He asks, completely regrets it upon a raised eyebrow. Kei, with dramatic flare, pulls back the blanket and reveals –

“Oh – god, okay.” There’s a soft gasp and a silent question of why me.

Kei only swivels his head to look back up with a smirk. Tadashi points.

“Kei.”

“Tadashi.”

“Explain why there’s a Big Mac on your –” Tadashi searches for words, but his mouth is too quick and too stupid, “–Schlong.”

“It wouldn’t balance anywhere else.”

“Sure. Makes sense.” He steps back, and a shrill cry screeches from his foot. He yelps, discovering he’d stepped on collectible toy from a Happy Meal. He gives Kei a pointed look to which his reply is a snap of his fingers and a small ‘ah, right’ sound.

There’s a moment’s pause as the song still plays in the background.

“I’m leaving you.”

“I can respect that.”

[awesome-brick]

stupid shit my friends and i have done/said over the years

this is going to be an ongoing list, i’ll reblog and add to it every so often with new material. if you want a full story, let me know a “ ^ ” means that it relates to the previous item feel free to tag yourself

chugged five double shot espressos in an hour and almost died

wobbled into our lounge after a party one night, completely unaware that he had ripped the front of his pants and his dick was completely out

got completely lost in the mardi gras parade with a dead cell phone, cause his girlfriend abandoned him

^ and then somehow pissed off and got a double k.o. on a massive redneck dude named keith who was probably thrice my friend’s size

^ him calling me when he came to, saying “help, i’m dead” to my other friend who replied, “hi dead, _i’m dad” _before he passed out and disconnected

peed in a bush, on campus, in broad daylight, in the middle of our conversation, while two hot girls were passing by

^ did it again ten minutes later

brought a violin to a frat party, to play while drunk (there’s still some videos of that floating around somewhere)

gotten stabbed by some dude after coming home from a different party

during campus tours, as a tour group was coming out of the elevator and we (4 of us) were going in; waited until right as the door was closing and said very loudly so they could hear, “SO HEY YOU GUYS WANNA GO SMOKE SOME POT?”

 camped out in the floor lounge for the entirety of finals week building a settlement in a minecraft server

“i’ll have you know, I once injected _five whole marijuanas” “_oh shit can’t fuck with this guy”

organized a candlelight vigil for Sparky, a raccoon that allegedly jumped into a power transformer and cut off power to most of campus, canceling classes for a day and a half (over 200 people attended)

sat on the floor in the right of two elevators in our dorm, covered in blankets. when somebody would walk into the elevator, we’d pop our heads up in succession and say “welcome to Right Elevator Inc. If you look to your left, you’ll find the informations desk.” “How may we help you today?” and as they were exiting, “DON’T FORGET TO RATE AND REVIEW US ON YELP”

the tale of The Bridgebuilder

gave so little fucks for the chem test that he went in his pj’s, wearing a bathrobe and topknot. thus becoming notorious around campus as the “Chem Ninja”

“it’s hard to date girls taller than me. Given that i’m five foot two, I don’t exactly get a lot of options here”

actually smoked legit weed (instead of fake weed) onstage in the middle of a performance of a play

got “sexiled” (kicked out of the room for sex) by his roommate three times during orientation week, as in before freshman year even began

bought a wheelchair from goodwill on two different occasions bc it was <$10, so now he just has two wheelchairs for no reason

sold his gamecube and all his games to another friend for $50, all of which went to buying weed

^ one of the games was an original GC copy of Pikmin 2 which would go for about 100 alone on the internet these days

^ he also burned through (heh) all of that weed in a day

somehow woke up half naked in a parking lot, (just like the CaH card) missing exactly $20 cash. he had more, but he was only missing $20

somehow got sexiled out of his room by two other people, neither of which lived there

one dude that can spit mad freestyle bars, but only when he’s high

bought an IKEA storage shelf and generic painting to make our dorm room look _even more _like a hotel room than it already did

made a tally count to keep track of how many times my suitemate locked me out of the bathroom when he wasn’t in there (final tally was 215)

earned the title of Il Duche for his drunk!self

“It was not my intention to make out with your sister!”

^ he accidentally made out with each of his girlfriend’s siblings, on separate occasions

hooked up with someone over the summer, only to find out afterwards that they were seven years older

“mom, i’ve had more relationships than you”

_^ _(he’s at i think #29)

went to the mcdonalds drive-thru, he wanted chicken nuggets but didn’t know where the “mc” prefix went. it came out as something along the lines of “uh can i mchave a mcchicken mcnuggets and a large mcchocolate mcmilkshake” 

^ we each wanted separate orders that time, so we had to drive around four times in a row. they were so tired of us by that point

missed an uber because he was too busy saying goodbye to literally everyone at the party he knew

said to a police officer, deadass, “i’ll let you walk me home, but there’s no way in hell i’m getting on that fucking bike”

^ afterwards, tried to jot down the officer’s name, badge number, and name of his superior so he could “put in a good word for the guy” (he was so wasted he had to sit down to write it all out)

dude getting so wasted at a party he started timeskipping, thought the year was 2025

gave my friend a glass of water at a party cause he was fading in and out, needed some water. to gauge his mental state, i ask him “what are you drinking” “water” “what’s the chemical formula for that?” deadass replied “hcl” without missing a beat and he keeps drinking

had a drunken rap battle with some famous local rapper at a party (my friend actually won)

crawled from the taxi to the apartment, cause he couldn’t walk

^ “I said one thing, ‘don’t say anything.’ One thing. Of course, you said something.”

so wasted he couldn’t get off the floor, the owner of the apartment going “you gotta go, dude!” “bruh” “i’m not your bruh, now get up”

“wake up with a random mexican guy in your bed. College, amirite?”

all three of us have “slept” in this one friend of ours’ bed, but only literally and not sexually. one of us cuddled with her and others platonically, another slept in the bed while she wasn’t there, and a third had passed out and she let him use her bed that night

"Marcus, you’re a socialist, why don’t you distribute some of them hot dimes”

“Rainbows, unicorns, Xanax- The classic stuff.”

(arguing about which pocket the phone goes in) “You put the phone in the butt, and the hands in the front”

my friend Robert, who is “the weebiest weeb to ever have weebd”

the fact that i accidentally always cockblock my friend unintentionally by virtue of being ace

my friend, (a dude) showing up to a date only to find out she’s a lesbian 

the guy who routinely calls his exes while drunk. apparently he has a “system”, as to which exes he calls depending on how drunk he is

fencing practice on the courtyard

[sarcastically] “okay well as a straight, white male in politics, now i have to oppress you”

all of us basically ganging up on and whipping like the only white kid in our friend group (who’s like five feet tall) with our belts

barrel rolling down the mountain after someone stopped him from going home with a girl cause he was too wasted

the guy who asked his crush of 4yrs out in his valedictorian graduation speech, only to get shot down instantly (like jesus christ rip)

^ his mom to him, “why don’t you love me as much as you love her”

guy’s family owns a quiznos, so his go-to pickup line is, “hey, i own a quiznos, want me to make you a sandwich?” (times successful: none)

my friend’s little brother was reprimanded by his parents, cause he was reading up on buddhism, “i mean, I didn’t see what the issue was. Worst case, you’re learning buddhism, best case...you’re learning buddhism”

the time the timeskipping friend found himself a confederate soilder in the civil war era, but in an AU where the south won

^ he looks at my face, points at me, looks like he's about to start laughing hysterically, "you're fucked", "why" "because you're brown, and the south won" (keep in mind, this dude is 100% filipino and almost as brown as i am)

^ he starts rattling off some bullshit jargon about what division he was in, his name, blah blah blah, but we look it up later and everything exept his personal details lined up with actual historical fact, down to where his unit was based and the name of the commanding officer, noting details that even our resident historian hadn't even heard of before

^aaand he wouldn't go to sleep until we played dixie for him on a continuous loop

one of my friends has a habit of becoming both kleptomaniac and amnesiac when he’s drunk, so here’s a tally of the stuff he’s stolen, some of which we don’t even know where it came from (almost all of these have hilarious stories behind them so please ask);

pair of trash cans and recycling bins

half a bed frame

a large ten gallon paint bucket

pack of frozen tortillas

giant industrial fucking cinderblock, which was about the size of his abdomen

a pair of white shorts (he didn't own any)

a full set worth of coasters and shot glasses

a lawnmower

a vacuum cleaner

a broom

a sprinkler

a traffic cone (one of the tall skinny ones)

a banged up car door

a pack of cards

half empty paint cans

half a bra

[hungryhugh]

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