#and processed that ''oh shit that's garlic''

[thethingything]

accidentally ate something with garlic in it and oh boy I do not feel good but luckily I guess it didn't have enough in it for us to end up needing to take our rescue inhaler or anything

[swagging-back-to]

you can easily tell someone does not live with stomach issues when their go-to recommendation if you have no appetite/nausea is strongly flavored Japanese, Mexican, or indian food because it 'helps with digestion and is easy to get down!'

[chainelunaire]

how we fight each other

gojo satoru

starts an argument unknowingly. he usually just says some random shit out of nowhere, which might leave you speechless. is ready to appologize if asked for, but rarely fully understands the reason behind. however, he doesn't like the tension, so he's willing to compromise. has a trauma regarding fighting with someone dear to him. during fight, is either calm and collected or relaxed and playful, which is somethimes infuriating. he might sound cruel (unintentionally, but it feels personal, bc of his sharp tongue). in general really doesn't like arguments, would like to avoid them at all but he sort of can't stop his mouth from spewing shit. most of the times he's pretty chill and peaceful, he doesn't just go around looking for someone to annoy (if you're not nanami, of course). fights with him are about stupid little things, mostly chores or something like that. he rarely engages in something serious, he refuses to and he will avoid it like a vampire avoids garlic. because of this behaviour, sometimes he might seem distant or secretitive, but he's really not. actually he's kind of a sweetheart, he never truly gets mad and feels bad after. he's usually the one to make a first move and make up. does not hold grudges, very forgiving, even if you really hurt him during a fight.

geto suguru

complete opposite. it's impossible to have an argument with him about something as stupid as who cleans the kitchen next, he won't engage and simply do it himself. will appologize for things he haven't even done, all in order to keep peace (mark that part). he won't let you to start a fight either, he's a great mediator. hates the idea that you are mad or upset with him, is very dependant on others opinion of him. takes time to understand your reasoning, is compassionate, and he's in general careful with words, so if it is an argument, it is for sure a serious one. he has some issues with anger managment and he feels weak if he feels anger, so he prefers to avoid conflict at all costs. he might go like that for literal weeks, if not months, until the bubble finally pops. it takes a lot for him to be truly angry and start a fight. he's taking it very seriously, even if he has that relaxed and cold demeanor. everything he says is very intentional, so if it hurts, do not second guess it - he wanted it to hurt. will remind you of everything he's done for you and hold it over your head (remember i told you that?). is the type to end relationship over one argument. he also holds grudges, even tho he refuses to acknowledge that.

nanami kento

actually, he's kind of easy to get into an argument with, but it's because he's usually very tired and therefore easily irritated. he doesn't like that part of him, when he lashes out. he prefers to avoid conflict until he literally can't anymore. he sounds more pained than angry, it feels like he's desperate and just wants it to end (he does want it to end). easily appologizes, each time genuine. he's also careful with his words even when he's angry, but unlike geto, he doesn't want to hurt you in the process. fights drain him out to an extent even sorcery can not. kind of willing take all the blame, if it means this all will end. could piss you off with his selflessness, because sometimes this could be something really important to you, and it feels like he would choose to end your relationship rather than listen to your complains. he wants to, he really does, but he rarely is able to do so bc of how worn out he is. however, when he's rested and has more clear mind, it's almost impossible to have an argument with him. he's perfectly able to talk things out calmly. just don't start anything when he's right back from work, please, and you'll be fine.

fushiguro toji

you would be surprised, but he's very difficult to have an argument with. mostly because of how absent he can be, when he senses trouble, and oh he senses it from very very far away. he'll be back when you cooled off and will play it off like it was nothing. very hard to corner, it's practically impossible to talk things through with him. but, if you somehow manage to do that, you will be surprised again at how calm and collected he could be. you want to talk about things - okay, he will, do not complain later, because he warned you. he's won't show any empathy towards you. everything he says is calculated and very rational, he's also has almost godly patience (thanks to his past with zenin clan, he can go very far with being the last sane person in the room). it doesn't even feel like an argument, it's very one-sided with you being hurt and him complitely unaffected. he's not even mad. if you want to say something, let it be something very logical and rational, so he can take it into account. otherwise, he simply won't listen. you want to hear his side - fine, perfect, but he won't compromise in any way if everything you have is just your emotions. he has his reasons to behave like this, it's either you accept it or you suggest something more effective (from his perspective of course). and don't cry. god forbid you start crying.

ryomen sukuna

another anomaly. even tho he's not easily pissed off, fights with him are frequent. not because of you, but because he enjoys to annoy the hell out of you just for fun. the more aggressive you get, the better. absolute win if you cry out of helplessness, since you can't physically shut him up. but he rarely means anything with all the shit he throws your way, it's mostly because he's bored. like gojo, he's usually chill and peaceful, when he's in a good mood - and he's rarely in a bad mood. however, unlike with others, he has a twisted mind, and he himself is a sadist, so his good mood doesn't really apply to yours. but, these are still some small petty fights, which are not even considered as such in his mind, it's more of a playful (almost loving, from his perspective) banter. when he's not bored (when he's somewhere near actual battlefield, for instance) he's very calm, dare i say, serene. when he's not mocking or teasing you, there's nothing to fight about. if you want to fight back and have your revenge, well, mostly likely you won't. to hurt him - to really hurt him deep inside - you need to be at least mentally on his level. he usually just laughs everything off, if notices at all. for him to listen to you takes a lot of effort from your side. your words won't sting if you can't see through him, and to do that you need to match his intelligence and share his worldview. the only way not to get hurt by him is when he respects you. and it's easier said than done.

[reallaiz]

iii. deuce fucking it up | "looking for (your) attention" masterlist

. . . riddle rosehearts x gn!reader

a/n : lowercase intended and possibly grammar mistakes

"stop playing with your food, [name]."

"i'm not? i'm just trying to pick out the bean sprouts."

yuu could only give [name] a look of doubt, still thinking that everything they did was the result of the lack of attention they got from riddle. but, they were seriously just not in the mood to eat bean sprouts.

both of them, along with deuce, were at the school's cafeteria enjoying their lunch. and ace? well...

"by the way, i've been meaning to ask this since the first period but where is ace?", the only non-heartslabyul student in their group asked.

deuce and [name] were either too busy chewing on their food or picking out the last few bean sprouts to answer, leaving yuu to suffer in silence. it was only after a few seconds did both of them speak up, at the same time.

"gluttony got the best of him."

"he's saying his last goodbyes."

they made it seem like ace had committed a severe crime and was getting executed tomorrow. yuu could only deadpan, "okay... what did he do?"

[name] simply rolled their eyes and one would think that they were annoyed, but they were actually amused. "he ate a tart."

"...", yuu was waiting for them to elaborate further, yet they didn't utter another word after that. to say he was flabbergasted was an understatement. it's so absurd to think that ace got punished just because he ate a tart.

before he could comment on it, deuce spoke up. "well, a whole tart that's made for a party in heartslabyul tomorrow."

'nevermind, it was his fault.' was what yuu thought, though he wasn't able to say anything at all because someone else decided to join their table and intrude on their conversation.

"oh~ are we talking about ace?"

ah. cater diamond, their upperclassman and someone who's quite close to riddle rosehearts. well, good thing they weren't talking shit about the redhead. (not like [name] would let that slide if someone did)

no one invited him, but they didn't have the heart to kick him anyway. the only person that was able to do that was ace but he wasn't there.

"uh, maybe?", deuce replied.

the oldest one among them merely grinned before he said, "alright! let's stop talking about him from now on." chills ran down the others' spines, clearly taken aback by his tone.

despite being a little scared of his senior, deuce still decided to take one for the team and ask the question they were all curious about. "why?"

cater sighed in response, "because of him, riddle became quite upset and was being stricter than usual. now i'm the one who's suffering, you know?"

the mention of riddle's name caused [name] to perk up. this didn't go unnoticed by their upperclassman, who raised an eyebrow at their behaviour.

"oh, [name] has a crush on riddle."

deuce, no matter how much of a sweetheart he is, was being utterly stupid at that moment, for who would be dumb enough to reveal that kind of information in front of someone you're unfamiliar with? much less a friend of said crush!

a sound akin to someone choking could be heard at their table. [name] quickly chugged a cup of water down their throat.

it was like their world shattered right then and there, with no more will to live anymore. they placed both of their hands on deuce's shoulders, and violently shook him. on the other hand, cater was taking his sweet time to process this newfound information.

yuu just watched it all unfold with garlic fried rice in his mouth. he took out his phone and started to record the scene, even narrating it.

"welcome to another episode of 'deuce fucking it up', everyone."

fun fact :

× ace wasn't suspended or anything, he just didn't want to have any accidental meetings with his dorm leader, so staying in his dorm room is the safest option.

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[redflagshipwriter]

Reassembly 5

Masterpost

(What the frick is the bat guy about???)

They did serious damage to Lexy’s credit card in the form of a cast iron pan, a pot, basic cooking utensils and a four-person set of dishware before they even made it to the grocery store.

Peter tried not to go nuts there. He really did. But Kon had that empty kitchen! And to be honest, shopping was major wish fulfillment. Even though he knew he wouldn’t be eating all of the food he got way into it. They stocked up on easy freezer food like pizza rolls and fries. They got pasta mixes and jarred sauces and they got snacks and sweets. He even got Kon baking basics. It might take Kon a while to get into his fresh bread era, but it was going to happen. Peter was calling it now. Kon was just that kind of guy.

The last thing he got was meat. Meat and cheese and fresh vegetables. Peter ended up putting back half of what he initially put in the cart because, honestly, Kon didn’t have a massive super appetite and he didn’t know how to cook yet. Vegetables were just going to go bad, so he only got what he planned to use that night. He also stocked Kon up on breakfast supplies- bread and jam, eggs, sausage, coffee and tea and juice.

‘I wish I was staying with Kon to eat this. I’m going to be hungry again tomorrow.’

Peter pushed down that greedy little thought where it belonged. He was going to be eating lunch and dinner with Kon tonight, since they were cooking together. That was already really generous on Kon’s part. He couldn’t ask for more.

The boys ended up making spaghetti. Peter wasn’t the best cook in the world, but he could cut onion and garlic to cook meat in, shred in carrots and zucchini, and add a jar of red sauce to make something nutritionally dense that tasted really good. Kon hovered over his shoulder watching this process and making faux sports commentary. 

“Go away!” Peter shoved Kon with his shoulder, laughing. “Go start the garlic bread.”

“...Garlic bread?” Kon asked hopefully. He seemed way younger than he was sometimes. “You can make that at home?”

“You can, if you get to cutting garlic really small.” Peter tossed him a bulb without looking.

They ate dinner while watching some drama that Kon picked out on a streaming service. “Holy shit,” Kon said quietly after his first bite. He put down the plate and took a photo.

Peter snorted. Kon must have sent it to someone because his phone went off constantly after that.

He wasn’t even done eating their late lunch when he first wondered where he was going to sleep tonight. Peter stared down into his pasta like it might have some answers. When should he leave? What would he say if Kon asked for his phone number? He didn’t have one. He couldn’t give Kon the number to the phone he had on him– he was pretty sure that he really should get rid of it in case someone was tracking him. 

He should ask first. If he directed the conversation it would be easier to be normal than if he was just answering questions. So Peter swallowed hard, made himself smile, and said, “This was fun. Wanna hang out again?”

Kon noisily slurped down some sauce and wiggled in place while he chewed and swallowed. “Yeah, we should!” he agreed. “You uh, free later this week?”

He was jobless and homeless with no other acquaintances. 

“I have some time,” Peter said casually. “I’m kinda busy tomorrow, but the day after? Should I come over in the afternoon?”

“Yeah!” Kon bounced up off his seat for a moment. “We can finish the projects. Or work on them, at least.” He screwed his face up with a thought. “Can I get your handle or number, in case my work pops up?”

Peter’s smile turned fixed. “Actually, not now,” he said as casually as he could manage. “I dropped my phone in water. I just have my Dad’s old phone right now for emergencies.” He didn’t need to add that lie, but what if he needed to pull out the flip phone later? He didn’t want Kon to think that he just hadn’t wanted to give his number.

Kon laughed. “That sucks, man,” he empathized. 

Oh thank Thor, he bought it. 

The fabric was dry by then, so Peter helped Kon cut it out and sew it into place. Kon modeled his new look in the living room and then took approximately two hundred selfies while Peter worked on his project. Kon eventually flopped down on the sofa upside down and started sketching out design ideas. Peter glanced over and saw what looked like a boob window cut into some kind of top.

…Kon would look great in it. Peter didn’t comment. He smiled a little more when he went back to cutting out pieces for his own jacket.

“Smile!”

Peter looked over on reflex and cheesed. A shutter went off. “Can I send that to my friends?” Kon asked, so casually that Peter knew it mattered a lot. “Cassie says no way did I meet someone without her.”

“Go ahead.” Peter gave a thumbs up for reasons even he did not understand. Good thing he wasn’t a weird little guy! 

Kon looked relieved. There was less tension when he went back to looking at his phone. “Thanks, man. You want to think about dinner soon? You’ve been working for a couple of hours.”

Peter had to blink a few times to process that. Oh yeah, he was pretty stiff. He stretched experimentally. “You’re right,” he said, mildly surprised. “Huh. What did you have in mind?”

Kon shrugged. “Pizza?”

Peter hummed. “We can pull that off,” he decided. “We have… two more jars of marinara, one will do. Cheese, the bell peppers- yeah, that’ll work.” He stood in a smooth movement. “Could you get the flour down from where we put it- yeah, thanks.” Kon hovered back down and handed him the bag.

“I meant that we should order it,” Kon said, but he didn’t protest. “You can make pizza? At home?” He was delighted by this new information.

“You can make basically anything at home,” Peter said, because it apparently needed to be said. “Can you look up a pizza dough recipe?” He got out the salt and tried to remember where he’d put yeast.

Pizza did not go quite as smoothly as the pasta had. Kon brutalized the dough by over mixing it and the gluten developed bonds strong enough to rival the Hulk. But it was still edible! Kon was openly delighted with what he had made. Peter stole sideways glances at him, wondering if he should reassure that it was a great first try.

‘..I’m not sure he knows that it’s really tough,’ Peter decided. He said nothing. They watched one episode of Kon’s selected drama before Peter decided it was time to go.

Kon seemed surprised when Peter said that. He blinked at him a few times. “It felt like I was at the tow- a sleepover,” he said self consciously. He forced a laugh. “Yeah. You wanna leave your stuff here?”

Peter looked around Kon’s surgically clean living room and wondered if Lexy’s cleaning staff would throw away his stuff. “Yeah, sure,” he said, because it wasn’t like he had a place to store a project. “I appreciate that.”

He left not much later, making his excuses and backing out into the night with dread that he didn’t want to face curling in his gut. The feeling intensified as he got down to the lobby of Kon’s apartment building.

It was dark out, even with the streetlights on. The air was cold against his face. Peter huddled into his jacket, hand wound tightly around the strap of the bag with everything he owned in it.

At least he knew the time. It was a little past 10 pm.

He needed a shower and to sleep. The gym should be empty now. He could break back in, shower, and then go sleep on the library couch again. Even if the librarian came in early again, he could get a few hours of sleep.

He woke up again to the sound of keys in the door downstairs. This time he woke up feeling much better rested. Peter wandered blearily until he found a clocktower and realized it was nearly 9 am. Nice. He was working on his sleep debt, then. He surely hadn’t spent more than an hour between traveling to the gym, showering, and getting to the couch last night. That was maybe 9.5, 10 hours of sleep?

He left to a new hotel for a breakfast buffet. This one was particularly sad. He had two pieces of peanut butter toast and a glass of milk before he heard the front door staff quietly phone someone else asking if they had any teenagers staying at the moment. He left pretty quickly after that and walked for a while, heart pounding. The police didn’t descend on him with sirens and lights, so he was probably okay.

‘I can’t go back there.’

Later that day, Peter grimaced and took a moment to indulge in burying his face in his hands. He was overwhelmed and he still felt shitty and dirty and gross despite his shower. Maybe it was getting spotted as a homeless teen eating from the buffet? Yeah. Probably that.

He was in the library again, sitting in front of one of the older computers and hoping he'd get a reply from a potential client who had asked for some information. 

Maybe it was a little weird to spend all day in the library. He was on notice for librarians acting like they wanted him to clear out, just in case.

But, assuming no one had any problems with it, why not spend most of his daylight hours there? He could study computer science, use the computers to do his work, and be somewhere temperature controlled for free. They also had pitchers of coffee and tea for free that he took advantage of. 

He was hungry, though. He was always hungry. Maybe it had been a mistake to go to Kon’s house. It almost felt worse to be hungry again after eating everything he wanted two meals in a row. Peter suppressed despair. He was doing his best! He was taking care of himself.

"Is everything alright?" 

Peter shot up and gave a sheepish grin to the librarian. He hadn't noticed her approaching, but he'd been lost in his head. "It's fine," he said. 

The older woman gave him a sympathetic smile. "Well, let me know if there's anything I can help with. It's what I'm here for." 

Oh. Before she could turn away he blurted out, "College!" 

Her face lit up. "Are you applying?" 

"I need to." Peter wrung his hands together. "But I don't know where to start. I want to go somewhere with a strong sciences program but I think I need to go there on scholarship." 

She sat down beside him, an easy smile on her face like this was a topic that she enjoyed. “Do you care about where it is?”

Peter shook his head. “It would be best if I could stay in NYC since I know here, but I’m willing to go anywhere that meets those conditions.”

She nodded slowly. “There’s a few places I can think of.” She hesitated. “Do you expect to be eligible for testing related scholarships?”

“Yeah,” said Peter, who was so good at tests but would probably falsify the results that he needed if he didn’t manage to take tests in time. “I test well. Very well.”

“That’s great! And you said sciences? Technological sciences?” she didn’t glance at his current computer science book, but she didn’t have to. 

“Yes,” he said, not entirely sure what he should be focusing on. Engineering, to build some kind of portal? Astrophysics like Dr. Foster, to find an Einstein-Rosen bridge? He’d have to get his foot in the door to figure out what was going on in the fields here. Shit, he should have looked into that already. 

“And you would be looking to live by yourself, on campus? Or off? With family?”

“By myself,” Peter said, and wow that was depressing. “And whichever way is cheapest.” He cringed as he said it. That felt pathetic too. He wanted to say he wanted to live on campus since he’d be more likely to meet people that way. But honestly, he had no resources, at all. He couldn’t afford to be picky. 

The librarian’s smile was a bit fixed now. “I… I almost hate to suggest it, but have you considered Gotham?” She continued before Peter had to decide whether or not he should admit he didn’t know that university. “It’s a dangerous city to live in, but it’s very affordable, and there’s extensive funding for the sciences and student support services.”

“...Because it’s a dangerous city and doesn’t get many people?” Peter confirmed.

She was doing her best to keep a poker face. “That’s right. They have a brain drain situation at the moment, so the sciences are really well funded. I think you could probably go there with full support, though that might be contingent on taking an internship or job in Gotham after graduation.”

Huh. He considered it. He’d never heard of Gotham, so it had to be a city that didn’t exist back home. But so what? How bad could it be? It was like, Chicago or something? He could handle that. He was Spiderman. He was an Avenger, sort of. So he directed a real smile at the librarian. “If I could get a full scholarship there, I would go in a heartbeat,” Peter said. “Thanks for the suggestion! I’ll look into the university there.”

The librarian patted the side of his chair as she stood up. “Wonderful! Let me know if you change your mind or have any questions!”

He ended up having a lot of questions, actually, once he started looking into Gotham, but he didn’t think, “What the frick is the vampire bat guy about?” was what she’d had in mind.

[melanated-writersblock]

OMGP Prologue

For those of you that actually appreciate some sort of plot😩🍸

For as long as you’ve known him, Toji Fushiguro has never been one to back down from a challenge. He’s always going out of his way to prove you wrong and it only got more frequent after you two got together. So when you made a passing joke about how Toji wouldn’t be able to survive the infamous No Nut November, he took that shit to heart.

And the challenge was set.

But it’s not like he was just doing it for the sake of novelty, there was a reward. You and Toji made a pact that if he completed No Nut November SUCCESSFULLY, then when the clock stuck 12 midnight on December 1st, he could have you. Whenever he wanted. However he wanted. You offered up more days, in case he’d need breaks. But he insisted, saying he only needed one. And when you two shook on it, Toji smiled, because he knew he’d win.

The month was long, and obviously it was a pain not being able to touch him and him touch you. The sexual tension that radiated off of the both of you when lounging in opposite sides of your apartment felt stronger than any cursed energy a sorcerer could possibly harness. It was almost concerning. Finally, November 30th came.

2:30 PM.

There was a certain…peace…that fell over the apartment, all day. You knew Toji was around, because you could hear his footsteps and movements when he went to do stuff….but it seemed like he was purposely avoiding you. Matter of fact, you KNEW he was avoiding you!

7:45 PM.

You were in the kitchen making dinner and needed something from an overhead cabinet above the stove, and SOMEONE decided to conveniently place it further back than you could manage. Toji watched you from the living room couch as you bent over the stove slightly, reaching as far back into the cabinet as you could for garlic salt that genuinely shouldn’t have been there. He studied the way the hem of your shorts rode up your ass cheeks and got caught between your thighs. He wanted to be between them so badly. He NEEDED to. He wanted to see you struggle for a bit, before he could put you out of your misery. At least in the only way that was allowed, for now. “Stop, before you hurt yourself. I got it.” You hadn’t even processed that Toji was already behind you when he leaned over you to grab the seasoning salt. Oh god he was so close. He smelled good, he FELT good, big and firm, like he’d gotten impossibly stronger or something. It made you wonder how many poor sorcerers had to suffer because of this silly little bet. His abs pressed against the folds of your clothed back, and maybe you were just that feral, but you swore on your soul you could feel his hardness right against your ass. You didn’t dare look him in the eyes…unless you were ready to throw your 30 day streak down the fucking drain. He knew what he was doing to you, and he enjoyed that it was working. Toji handed the spice to you, smiling to himself before walking off. You finally stopped holding your breath, and went back to cooking.

9:26PM.

Time was tormenting you both. You took your 2nd cold shower of the day and it didn’t help a damn thing. Toji flipped through channels to try to distract himself from even looking in the direction of the bathroom in your shared bedroom.

10:32 PM.

Toji poured a glass of water in the kitchen, and you watched from behind your phone screen on the couch as he drank, and droplets of water trickled down his chin…down his neck…down to his fitted SavagexFenty shirt that you actually regret buying for him right about now. This man had the actual BALLS to LOOK AT YOU while this was happening. Your eyes stayed locked on each other while he came back to sit on the other couch across the room. He was almost at the finish line.

11: 45 PM.

You laid in bed, dozing off. You decided to turn in after you felt like the tension between you and Toji started to die down. In and out of sleep, your eyes lazily swayed between the clock on your nightstand and the cracked bedroom door where faint light from the living room TV reflected on it. Everything was so peaceful that you hadn’t even noticed your clock inching towards 11:58 PM. You close your eyes for a mere few seconds, opening them to see Toji removing his shirt as he walks through the bedroom door tossing it off to the side as he walks towards you, undoing his sweatpants with a devilish smile.

It’s officially midnight. December 1st is here. And you’re in for a long day.

December 1st

[beguilingcorpse]

PLEASE tell me some of your favorite sandwiches...i work at a diner and i get one free sandwich per day and i almost always get the exact same thing. gimme something that will deeply bamboozle the kitchen staff

thank you for this ask. i am so sorry for the sandwich tangent that it inspired. this post is in fact so long that i have to put it under a read more tag so it doesn't reach Do You Love The Color Of The Sky notoriety. also this has been written as, like, a general cooking guide instead of Things You Can Order At A Diner, but otherwise feel free to show this post to your kitchen staff and watch their minds crumble

to build a great sandwich - a truly Fucked Up Sandwich - you must first understand that a sandwich is, at its core, just some bread with stuff on it. as a disclaimer, i don't mean to diss the classics. they're around for a reason. i just know that PERSONALLY i am a little bit sick of the same second grade lunchbox sandwich, and PERSONALLY i prefer to push the boundaries of simple food preparation into the realm of the eldritch and unknown.

the sandwiches i make are different every time. you may have heard the old adage "cooking is an art." that is partially true, sometimes, kind of. cooking, for me, is more like a four year old getting access to paint for the first time and losing their whole goddamn mind about it. i want you to let go of every rule you think there is. make things up. go crazy.

the bread of the sandwich matters only insofar as it can support its fillings. i tend to use plain ol whole wheat, but honestly, you can use whatever you'd like. my big piece of advice here is to think about the structural integrity of your design. much like a bread engineer, because that's what you are. if your fillings are wet or gelatinous (hold on, we're getting there) you NEED a crustier bread. sara lee won't cut it. some people like fancy bread with herbs and shit. i see the bread more as a canvas than as part of the painting, but like, there are no rules. go ham.

speaking of ham. this is the section where you expect me to disavow lunch meats. i shan't. pre-sliced meat is a brilliant (and cheap!) way to provide the basis of flavor for your sandwich AND to make sure you get enough protein. if you're vegan or vegetarian, you'll have to skip this step, but that's okay because it's not an integral part of the process. that being said, i think it lays a solid foundation for the whole sandwich's raison d'etre.

pairing with a good cheese is a classic for a reason. i stay away from american - it melts beautifully, which makes it great for grilled cheese, but it also has an artificial quality to it that i don't really vibe with. swiss, provolone, and cheddar are staples, but honest to god, any cheese can be made to work if you build around it. (side note: the best grilled cheese uses american, pepper jack, colby, and a tomato. season the OUTSIDE of the bread with butter, red pepper flakes, garlic, and a dash of oregano. fry up an egg and put it on top and oh baby. ham optional if you want some extra protein.)

ok. you have your basics. now i need you to take a look around your kitchen and GO WILD.

one of my Go To Combinations is turkey, swiss, and a fruit jam (i like apricot). it is EXTREMELY good and easy to make, and the jam gives it just the right touch of sweetness to complement to mellow flavor of the turkey. if you're like, "oh, wow, you put JAM? on a SANDWICH??? ARE YOU OK????" you need to stop reading right now. the shaggy-like combinations that i concoct may be too strong for you, traveler.

if you like sweet foods and want to lean into that, keep exploring Fruit Road. jams and preserves work wonders. fruit butters are also nice for a more savory touch, but can get expensive and/or seasonal. you can also go for Fruits themselves: thinly sliced apple + ham + brie (or swiss, if you can't swing a more expensive cheese) is a godsend. most fruits belong on a sandwich tbh. grapes, tangerines, bananas, pineapple: it's all about the right context.

if you want to go Even Further Beyond, Fruit Road takes you right down to Sweets Avenue. honey works on most sandwiches, and - hear me out - will cut the tangy, eggy flavor of mayonnaise. it's easy for honey to overpower, though, so i'd say to go for a little before tasting and reassessing. plain or vanilla yogurt also complements fruit really well without being overpowering. if you REALLY want to go sweet, i like marshmallow fluff + bananas + peanut butter for protein. i've yet to find good vegan alternates to these, unfortunately - agave nectar would work in place of honey, but play around and see what you can come up with.

if you want to go savory, then Aromatics Boulevard will make sure you get substance and flavor. basil is an underrated addition to sandwiches, as are green onions, garlic (jarlic works great for this, don't @ me), and cabinet spices. you might need to try a little to get the proportions right, but chicken + mozzarella + plain yogurt + curry powder is frankly a godsend. i also lovelovelove a good sauce; nando's perinaise is usually region-specific, but it's creamy and tangy and goes with everything and i'm obsessed with it. get creative with what you have!

ok. this is my secret ingredient. come here. lao gan ma is chili oil, but with chili crisps in it. it is the single best ingredient in my kitchen. it's not expensive, a jar of it lasts forever, and you can find it at almost every asian grocery store. it is the perfect kick of spice to add to a sandwich. plenty of heat but not overpowering, and with a mostly savory finish. god it's so good. i scoop it with a knife to avoid most of the oil and spread just the crisp over the sandwich. crunchy, spicy, savory. mamma mia.

those are the BASICS of what i can give you. if you've read this far and you actually make a Fucked Up Sandwich PLEASE tag me in it, because odds are i'll try it. be bold. make a potato salad + tangerine + tahini monstrosity. (i haven't tried that but maybe it's good???) anything is a sandwich if you're brave enough. if you're still looking for inspiration, i get a lot of ideas from traditional tea sandwiches, which are usually ~3 ingredients and can get absolutely hogwild.

if you want more specific recipes or combinations then reach out and i can send you a list, but i hope that this gave you the tools and confidence to go forth and wreak havoc. have fun stay safe eat sandwiches!

[mangosimoothie]

𝕮𝖆𝖓’𝖙 𝕿𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖙 (3/4)

Thanks to Collin, Ardor might be moving in a new direction. Who says vampires can't appreciate fine dining?

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@mobwhim @bibliosims

RYAN: Let’s do this. Walk me through the menu. Hold on - that’s not my thermidor. The hell is that? 

(Collin's thoughts) Crapcrapcrap he knows you don’t know what you’re doing he’s not gonna like your idea he’s gonna think it’s stupid he’s gonna think you’re a waste of space he's not gonna like you he’s– oh shit he’s looking at you, say something, stupid! 

COLLIN: Um, well, I had some trouble with the shell…but it gave me the idea to braise the meat in pig’s blood? 

RYAN: You fucked around in my kitchen? 

COLLIN: N-no! One of the chefs did it for me– 

RYAN: So you interfered with my staff. 

CAMILLA: Oh come on, Chef, give him a break. Why don’t you try it? You might even be able to taste it like that.

RYAN:…Okay, yeah. This changes things.

COLLIN: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to– RYAN: It’s good, Waites.  CAMILLA: See? Told you you didn’t need to worry so much. 

RYAN: It almost tastes like it did before I lost my taste for mortal food. If we could do this but with human blood it could be BIG for newly turned vampires…I’m doing the whole menu like this. Now it’s just a question of what else would translate this well. 

CAMILLA: The soup, maybe? It has a sharp, earthy taste that the metallic taste of blood might blend with in an interesting way. 

RYAN: That soup is ​​česnečka – Slovak garlic soup. You want me to serve that to a vampire clientele? It’s getting cut.

CAMILLA: Oh. I guess I’m not that knowledgeable in Slovak cuisine. What if–

RYAN: Forget it, I’ll figure it out. Ideally without poisoning myself in the process. 

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #105

I did a much better job with my to-do list today.

I went to therapy and drew a picture. We're gonna keep working on my ability to have faith in the integrity of my own senses, perceptions, and experiences. From there, I did laundry, washed a bunch of dishes, and made whipped cream - one was just plain cream and sugar, and the other is cream and hot chocolate mix, beaten until it has a mousse-like consistency. I like to call that one "hot chocolate pudding"!

…You wanna know how to make it, doncha? 😁 Who wouldn't, ahahaha~! So I'll tell you:

You need 1 cup of heavy cream (or coconut cream, if you prefer!) and 8 tablespoons of hot chocolate mix. I use Sillycow Farms; it tastes really good, and it's vegan and gluten-free, just in case that matters.

Then you stick the heavy cream and the hot chocolate mix into a bowl, and beat the shit out of it until it's a consistency that you like. If you have a stand mixer (I have one of these, because trying to mix stuff together while dyspraxic is an exercise in messes and frustration…), it's very, very simple. Then, you have a bowl full of foamy, chocolatey goodness that is suitable for putting on ice cream, spreading around as frosting, sticking into tea, or just eating straight from the bowl with a spoon!

I will show you some pictures now!

This is the finished regular whipped cream. I wonder if you like this stuff:

This is what it looks like when you combine the hot cocoa mix and the heavy cream in the stand mixer:

Here is the resulting hot chocolate pudding!

...And here is the whisk I wish I could give to you to lick. Everyone should get an opportunity to lick a whisk that has tasty things on it:

...And this is Hoshi! Hoshi is sad that he can't have anything on the whisk (chocolate is poisonous to cats; they can't process the theobromine in it), so I gave him some scritches:

I also got around to trying that lychee and rose tea. Apparently there is also vanilla in it; I missed that little detail in my previous letter to you. Sorry about that. It's very good!! But I can't give you a cup of it. So I'll send along some pictures.

This is the tin it comes in:

Here's how it looked like after it was brewed; I used my fancy DINOSAUR MUG!!! OH MAN!!! 🤩🤩🤩

Here's how it looked after I added honey and milk:

I also cooked a steak! Because I need the iron! It's seasoned very simply with some salt, pepper, and garlic powder! It's good stuff!! I also can't give you any, and this is very sad, because this one turned out REALLY good!! So I'll send along a picture:

…I'm definitely in the "leave it mostly raw" camp, when it comes to steak. Naturally, you have to kill the surface bacteria to avoid getting sick (this is why I make the outside all brown and crispy), but that's pretty much it. I wonder how you like yours cooked, if you like beef at all. Some people don't, and that's okay too.

There's so much still that I wanna do today. Last time I was at the grocery, I managed to get the supplies needed to make a recipe that was sent to me in this space, and I'm VERY eager to try it out in the near future. Sadly though, I think I might have to wait until some of the other food I made is eaten so that we have room in the fridge…

…For some reason, I get the feeling that if you were around, we'd have absolutely no problem making room in the fridge, though, hahaha! For sure, I wish you could be here so I could give you all sorts of tasty and wholesome things to eat. There's a lot I wish I could give to you, actually. My world has its problems, for sure, but there's also lots of cool stuff to do - lots of good books to read, pretty places to go walking, awesome music to listen to, fun games to play, and enlightening things to watch. I really, really wish you could visit. You'd be safe here.

I can't really think of anything else to write today, so I guess I'll end things here. Don't lose sight of the fact that you're loved and that there are people who wish well on you.

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[habitual-creatures]

Duudde:(

I think I'm sick so I'm staying home!! Might have covid (｡•́︿•̀｡)

I'm bored,,

- 💜 anon

Oh no! That sucks, I'm sorry you're feeling bad! I hope you feel better soon!! Remember to be gentle on your body, that means lots of fluids, bland or high nutrient foods (such as hot tea, ginger, bananas, broth, oatmeal, garlic, chicken soup, honey, and a variety of other things like crackers and bread!!)

And to avoid spicy and/or greasy foods, heavy meaty foods or sugary processed things, and drinking anything caffinated, alcoholic, or citrus-y!!

Also, remember not to eat too fast or too much, so you don't get nauseous! And try not to hold off eating if you feel nauseous either. Try to nibble on something (I find crackers best to nibble on when nauseous) so that you're not giving your stomach more reason to be upset!

...Wow, um- sorry for rambling about how to take care of yourself when sick... I have a shit immune system... so I just want to make sure you're taking care of yourself.

Anyways, I hope you feel better soon! Being sick is never fun...

Also, if you're bored we're always here to talk!

(( Might not answer right away, but I'm here!! ))

[posttexasstressdisorder]

"The best revenge..."

...is living and eating WELL while (and in spite of) living in poverty.

I actually had the gumption to try and have a cafe 30 or so years ago, and I live with a guy who had his own bakery: a Danish-trained Chef currently working as a Sous Chef at a big hotel in The City, and his 21 yr old son (who has literally been an assistant sous chef to his dad his whole life).

We're all barely afloat, his son is looking for his first real job-job "out there", and getting discouraged. Y'all hear regularly about my poverty status, and my roomie chef is doin' as much as he can, and we're all three freakin' broke.

Fuck it. We may be broke, but we are are gonna Eat as best we can with what we got. So to the current example.

Yes, I know how to cook Mexican Food like any native ex-south-texan worth his salt and lime. Yes I learned how mama/grandma did it, either mine or someone else's.

Roomie and I are carnivores, son is veg. We all agree that Mexican Food is good, so I'm always looking for how to spend my "old-fuck-on-food-stamps EBT the best way.

Behold, Example 1: 20 lb. bag of dried pinto beans.

20 lbs for $17. And lookee there: it's Fiesta, no stranger to this former Austinite. And anyone who knows knows that this boy knows how to make a pot o'pintos, with/without carnivorousness. Keep 'em on the stove long enough you got Refrieds.

Somebody at Groce-Out is from Texas, gotta be: They have Velveeta and Rotel (for QUESO!) at near-normal prices! I laughed today. Velveeta was 6.99 at Groce-Out, and I shit you not, $14.95 at Lucky.

Got that along with a couple 2-lb bags of their "Hollis Street" whole bean French Roast (Dark) for $11.95 ea. This is surprisingly good coffee beanage, freshly roasted right up the road in Emeryville, evidently. So good coffee for cheap. A similar brand at the 'non discount' grocery store I go to is $21 for a 2lb bag.

While they aren't the winner in the coffee bean competition, Lucky (the non-discount store) is great for meat, especially mid-week, when they have lots of specials. Their "megapaks" of chicken thighs (10/pkg) were buy one get one free. So for ten bucks, I got 20 thighs (over 7lbs), which, when roasted with lots of salt and pepper, and cooled and shredded and deboned become something like 4 pounds of Chicken Enchilada Meat. For ten bucks.

Tomorrow I go to another discount store closeby roomie told me about that has the best commercial Hatch Chile in a jar I have ever found. Tastes like mine, when we would get a case at a time at Central Market, get 'em roasted in the parking lot, and take 'em home and shuck most of the the skins/seeds, and saute onion and garlic and add. In. A. Fucking. Jar.

So you see where this is heading.

We will be having a TexMex Enchilada/taco Feast that can be repeated at will until we've eaten/given enough away. Freezer. Vacuum sealer. Oooooooom.

And yeah, we got the dessert thing covered. I buy flour, the three sugars, butter, real cream, good organic milk, good brown eggs. I bake everything from fucking scratch. I buy berries and grapes as my main fruit. I don't buy a lot of processed ANYTHING. I buy ingredients. And bread/tortillas, obvs. And I'm happy I have the "card" that gives me my eeked-out apportionment of "food funds".

So that old adage of "The Best Revenge" being "living well" means we may be fucking poor, but goddammit, we are gonna Eat, with a capital E if I have anything to say about it.

All three of us are pretty much clinging to the same leaky life-raft, this accursed but oh-so-necessary apartment, not much overlap in our lives/diets/schedules, but every once in awhile I get to go back into "restaurant mode" and do up a Massive Feed. Share with the neighbors and stock the freezer.

And a pot of beans on the stove in perpetuity.

[audblogforfanfics]

@hijacksecrets this is the first part of the fic, I hope you like it!

Part One- Vampire Things

  Jack woke up in a small clearing in a forest, with zero memories. A tall, imposing man with white hair and red eyes was staring at him with a sad but gentle smile. “Jack Frost,” the man whispered. And then the man walked away into the night. That’s the last Jack had saw of him.

  He saw his reflection the first time in a nearby pond, lit by the light of the moon. His hair was snow white, his eyes were an ethereal ice blue, and his skin was as pale as the dead body at the other side of the water.. hold on why is it enticing?

  So. Jack may have blacked out for a minute. Or two. But he knows that he was on the other side of the pond, yet now he’s with the dead body that apparently has puncture wounds on the inside of it’s wrist. He wipes his mouth with his sleeve and sees the red. Blood? Is he bleeding?? He checks if he lost any teeth and nicks his thumb in the process.

  He shouldn’t have teeth that sharp, he wasn’t a vampi-…. Oh. Oh shit.

~~~~

  It’s been 300 years now. He’s only seen the albino vampire (which he now thinks knew what made him a vampire) in passing, and has never been able to reach the man. They never spoke, not once. Yes, Jack was salty about it, but it’s whatever. Everyone else in the supernatural community seem to avoid him, too, so he assumes he did something wrong before...

  But that’s not important right now. Right now, he’s focused on remaking his list. After three hundred years, it makes sense for it to get lost or destroyed sometimes, leaving him to remake it once in a while. So, Jack is currently typing up his list in a cafe in some small town in Scotland- Berg? Beark? Oh well, he’ll probably remember it later.

        Jack’s Vampy Features:

Pros: capable of flight, capable of turning into a bat, capable of eating human food (less of an appetite for it tho), curses have little affect, garlic does nothing, can enter places just fine, fast healing factor, temperature has no affect, can’t get drunk, cool elemental powers- mine is ice!, easy to travel the world, able to see the evolution of mankind, ...

Cons: spiky wood causes wounds to heal slower (human rate), allergic to “holy” things, need blood to not pass out/get sick, no memory of past life (is this just a me thing?), chased out if found out, hunters exist to kill us, monthly existential crisis, sun = death, mortal friends die before you do, things you treasure get destroyed due to time, places you loved are no longer there, living through wars, unable to keep lasti-

  His laptop was forcibly shut, nearly crushing his fingers. He looked up at the tired barista, who looked quite exasperated.

  “Sir, the cafe closed ten minutes ago. I already cleaned up, and would greatly appreciate it if you left. Immediately. Right now, even!” they paused, as if remembering this was a customer. “Please.”

  Jack hastily stood up, putting his things away. “Of course! I didn’t even realize the time, my apologies- your service was excellent, and the meal was delicious, I hope you have a wonderful night, goodbye!”

  As soon as Jack was out the door, he heard it lock. Which, ouch, but it makes sense considering he was there for far too long. It was incredibly dark, and there were hardly any people out.

perfect time to go hunting

  No. No, he will not. No, instead, he’s going hom-

but you need to, it’s been too long

  ...Fine. He’ll have a small snack at a park, but that’s it. Nothing else.

....

  “Nothing else,” he muttered, walking briskly towards the nearest and emptiest park. “Just a.. squirrel, or something- Nothing. Else.”

                                                      ~~~~~

(next part will have Hiccup’s POV and story, woot woot! I hope you enjoyed!!)

[contentloadingandstuff]

Food Whump Ideas 🍗

Everyone needs to eat, including our beloved Whumpers and Whumpees. Oh, and Caretakers as well. Here are some thoughts I had about it.

💔Whumpee:

Starvation. Another fairly unimaginitive form of torture, but one of the most horrible of all of them.

Whumpee does incrisingly horrific acts for a mere promise of some food.

A whumpee with food allergies, who has three choices of meals. Whumper tells them that one of them contains the allergen, and Whumpee has to choose themselves. Cue the horror and paranoia, as well as imagining sympthomps of an allergic reaction (confirmation bias, happened to me on several occasions). Bonus points if the meals don't *actually* contain anything dangerous to the Whumpee.

Whumpee being fed their favourite meal every day, for months on end, and growing to distain it.

Loss of taste, maybe due to brain damage, extended sickness or lack of meal variety.

Just Whumpee being grateful for getting to eat a piece of bread or something similiar.

Whumpee being overwhelmed by the amount of food choices in stores, and going with the simplest, most bare-bones version of the food (inspired by the movie Hurtlocker).

Simple stuff like bare bread becoming Whumpee's comfort food.

Whumpee is abducted with their pet animal, or one of their favourite animals is thrown into the cell with them. The hunger is unbearable, and the animal looks...so...tasty.

^Maybe Whumpee is non-human, and they start to question their sanity when the primal desire to hunt and eat kicks in.

Whumpee being fed only gruel or something similiar, with a taste as bland as it can get. After the rescue they are unwilling to eat more fancy foods like cereal or sandwiches.

Anorexia, bulimia or any other eating disorder as a result of trauma the Whumpee went through.

Being force to get fat, well paired with permanent crippling.

🖤Whumper:

Having the hungry Whumpee sit still on the floor while Whumper enjoys a lavish meal, perhaps the Whumpee's favourite dish, only to make them suffer.

Finally feeding the captive a full meal, only to next tie them to an office chair and spin them around until they've thrown up everything they ate.

Giving the Whumpee only leftovers from their meals for them to lap up like a dog.

Giving out food only in dog bowls.

Whumper, having had a good day, gives Whumpee something like a basic apple or a pear as an act of kindness. Whumpee is reluctant to take it at first, but ecstatic once alone again.

Whumper who forces Whumpee to cook for them (under the proper surveilance of course), and giving them what's left of the cooking process (stray pieces of cheese, leftover slices of tomato, cloves of garlic).

^Same idea, but Whumpee farming or taking care of animals (same leftover rule for animals if you're feeling especially disgusting).

^^Whumpee working in an orchard, and only getting the fallen, rotting fruit to eat.

Whumper throwing some scraps of food between two captives, and watching them fight for them.

Hiding needles/razors/glass in food, just for shits and giggles.

Pouring filth and trash (hair, feces, sewer water etc.) into dishes it's hard to notice in, like soups.

Forcefully getting Whumpee drunk, and having them do things they wouldn't do sober. Works best with defiant victims.

Taking photos of their progressively lankier form, and sending them to the Caretaker.

❤️‍🩹Caretaker:

Seeing Whumpee, once muscular and strong, now withered and husky for the first time.

Carrying the haggard Whumpee, who used to carry Caretaker the same way.

Caretaker afraid to touch Whumpee in fear of hurting their delicate form.

Helping them return to full physical condition; doing stretches, light exercises etc.

Making the Whumpee their favourite meal; Whumpee cries either because they now hate it (see the Whumpee section for reference) or they eat it for the first time since their capture.

Whumpee who's been enslaved for so long they forgot about daily things, or one who never got to experience it in the first place comes home and excitedly tells the Caretaker about something taken for granted, like ice cream. Caretaker nods along, happy to see Whumpee smile again.

Slowly helping them gain weight again, starting with dry bread and thin soups, working up to more heavy meals.

Helping the Whumpee lose weight and develop some muscles again.

Whumpee, having been brainwashed, thinks the meal Caretaker gives them is not meant for them.

Seeing the Whumpee take apart food, combing for any unpleasant surprises, and trying to assure them it's safe.

Helping them, overwhelmed with choice, pick a meal at a restaurant.

Cooking with Whumpee.

Remainding them to eat regularly.

Caretaker packing them launch on their first day of new work/school.

Feel free to use them in your stories, as always. Actually, I wonder if people actually write stories inspired by the Tumblr prompts, or enjoy them more as food for thought and the imagination. Whatever the case, poor Whumpees 😭

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

Spinach Asparagus Risotto

OKAY SO @tinpotterror (WHY WONT TUMBLR EVER LET ME TAG U ILL JUST SEND IT TO U)

the first thing to cover is that recipes, like real recipes in cookbooks, have been tested and written carefully, thought about and shit

I'm going to do none of that because the few recipes I have written are so full of shorthand to be illegible to anyone else, and they're only for baking

but I start with the things I need to do before you ever get the shallots for the 'sotto going

the chicken was just chicken thighs with salt pepper oil chili powder and onion powder, cooked on 400 until done and then set to the side. i nuked it in the mike to serve because chicken thighs are forgiving abt that, chicken breast less so.

the vegetables were cooked on a sheet tray at 400 for ??? until the tomatoes started to blister. It was a pound of asparagus, ends chopped off, cut into like... 1/3-1/2 inch long pieces and a pint of... grape? tomatoes cut in half. If you have thick asparagus i'd leave teh tomatoes hole, because youll need a longer cook time, but mine were really thin which Im not pleased abt but whatever

while ur cutting veg i'd chop your shallot, I go for pieces the same size as the rice grain, when I'm adding it to any rice dish, because I DO NOT like cooked onion texture and I want to lose it in there. set it aside

ur also gonna want to grate your own parmesan, i use a microplane, pregrated cheese is covered in cornstarch to keep it from sticking together and It fucks with the consistency of everything

I also cooked 4 slices of bacon and rough chopped them, set them to the side. Save the grease if you want to use it to sautee ur onions, i did bc i wanted the extra flavor. otherwise use ur oil of choice

the most annoy part was blanching the spinach? you can ABSOLUTELY just rough chop some spinach and throw that shit in after you've added the other veg, but i had a whole bunch i needed to process that I got for free from work. You get a large pot of water, boil, dump in your spinach. dump into a strainer, squeeze out some of hte excess water, but be careful it's hot as hell, and then dump it onto a sheet tray and throw it into the freezer for a few minutes. Take it out, blend or food process it, and then put it back on the tray and then back in the freezer. i know ur about to use it, in this case, but cooling it quickly helps retain the color, some bullshit to do with chlorophyll

then you can start the 'sotto. take ur bacon grease or oil, let that get hot, then add ur shallots. when they get transparent, add minced garlic, i use the jar kind because I'm VERY LAZY, give that a minute, listen to the sizzles, dump in ur optional bacon, and then u add ur rice. get the rice to stock ratios from a random recipe online, that's what I did, and then you toast that shit for a little bit. I don't really know WHY you're supposed to do this, maybe depth of flavor maybe liquid retention?? i just know that you DO and it helps or some shit.

once it's like, toasted, (I had a lot of rice and a bit too much fat so it took like five minutes), add your stock like, 1/2 a cup at a time? I don't measure, so idk if i'm actually adding 1/2? you just add a little stock, let it get fully absorbed, and then add more. when you can scrape the bottom of the pan and the like, goo stuff, stays fully in place, thats when ur good to add more. once you've added all the stock, dump the spinach puree in, if you pureed it, because it will have to come to temp. then add the veggies you roasted, then ADD the parmesean, then let it cook a bit longer to get everything together

i don't cook with alcohol really, so I don't use white wine, but i know lots of recipes do use it? i hope that ANY of this makes sense, but that's what I did!

oh yeah and then nuke the chicken in chef mike and put it on top and BAM you got 'sotto!!!

[shaunsummers]

Tek's Birthday!

The tone seemed a bit off from what she knew from Beatrix so far and when her head turns with a brow lighty cricked in suspicion, Siren is met with a teasing sneer. That observant bitch. "Yeah, well, I don't mind playing doctor." Her eyes turn away as she represses a guilty smile, she was too high for this shit, and goes for the wipes on the end table to clean her hands of the strong scent of menthol. Seeing as though Devin had been patched up and heavily medicated, she should start to feel some relief. The morning after was bound to be hell, however, and, on second thought, a t-shirt may be a little difficult for her to get into. A tank top would be better. So, she travels to the closet to retrieve just that, handing it over to her in exchange for the bottle of vodka after Devin takes a hearty swig.

Seeing the tank placed into her hand, Devin felt a sense of relief. Any pressure against or movement of her shoulders just seemed like a bad time. "Oh yeah?" Still, even in the strain through her voice as she places herself into the top, Devin couldn't help but to tease. "Where did you get your experience? Ho academy?" But to her dismay, she is swiftly met by the threat of Siren's mighty flick with her curled middle finger and thumb hovering just over her nose. Her heart drops. "Please, don't."

"You must be allergic to the phrase 'thank you'." Siren's death stare softens a bit as she lowers her hand. Like Devin ever said 'please'. That royal ass kicking from Beatrix was doing quite the number. Then as her eyes were stilled locked with Devin's, Siren enjoys her share of the bottle before passing it to Quinn with a light smile, "Your go."

"Uhhhhhhhhh." Rebel's cognitive processing nearly fails in the proposal as many things were working against the brain cogs turning without falling off the hinges. The garlic bread, the many ingested doobies, a few shots, and the simple fact that her feelings for Tek never actually went away created a cocktail that was difficult to know what to do with. She knew what she wanted and it showed as Rebel glanced down at her lips in hard pressed debate. But, a simple fact remained, they had never talked about it. What happened, it wasn't good nor something that she wished to repeat; and definitely not something she was proud of how she handled. If it was back then, Rebel would have taken the leap no problem. But now? She yearned for more than to steal a quick kiss. She wanted clear communication. "Yo, dude, we should probably talk..."

------------------------

"I'm sure you do." Beatrix mutters in humor, barely audible. But watching things play out in front of her, she can't help but laugh. Devin had, against all odds, been so swiftly humbled. She'd never seen that before.

Quinn takes the bottle from her with slight eyes of judgement, taking a swig. "C'mon, you guys need to quit being so goddamn mean. Devin's gotten enough shit for a night." Sure, sometimes she talked out of her ass, but she was just talking out of her ass. Plus Devin got the fuckin' torture rack on her arms, they could cut her a break.

"What? I'm just sitting here, and I brought free booze." Beatrix arches an eyebrow at the continuation of Quinn's diatribe. What was her problem?

"Just...fuckin' be nice. Both of you." Quinn cuts a look between them before passing the bottle along, letting it drop again with mild frustration. Devin had been dogged on a lot tonight, and it was starting to annoy her. She'd been going through a lot lately, it had rarely stopped for her, really, so fuck. Let the girl have a decent fuckin' time.

...Oh shit. Despite how nervous she already was, it skyrockets with Rebel's words. Never had that particular string of them ever ended well, and she hadn't expected all the lightness and silliness to get sapped away so quickly. The fear that she had overstepped gripped Tek first, and she was suddenly all too aware of every time they hadn't talked when they probably should've, and the horrible time when they had and it only imploded everything.

Tek nods in response, silence blanketing her lips under the chaotic whirling in her mind. She didn't know if it was real or just some reactionary thing that was driving the abrupt worry of losing her again. It had taken so much time for them to be okay. "Did I just...mess up?..." She asks, loosing a measured breath in attempt to calm herself. Her fingers pensively trail down the outside of Rebel's arm, still cognizant of the mutual desire hovering steadily between them—Tek couldn't miss it with her lingering so close—but it was hard not to be so unsure, even after all this time.

[heartstopper-lover123]

Mine goes:

See an apple, see it on an apple tree, that tree is in the garden at my primary school, now forget the apple we are at my primary school, oh there was this one guy who bullied me, life was shit, now scrap primary school and move on to secondary and that guy in my year who's an asshole and irritates me, he's in my art class, oh I have art homework, it's about photography, I just reblogged from @purple-aesthetica because their page is about photography, the most recent reblog someone was in a car, oh car, I love cars, especially when they go fast, like in books, that reminds me of the inheritance games when Jameson and Avery went driving in that fast, expensive car, oh the inheritance games series my Jenifer Lynn Barnes, I'm reading The brothers Hawthorne, I haven't finished it, or read it in forever, I should read it today, but today is mother's day, so I'll be busy, and I've got maths homework, ugh and I have a maths test on Wednesday, I also have orthodontist on Wednesday, my bracket broke but its still hanging, how will they fix that, is it going to hurt again, I hate being in pain, I was in a lot of pain when I fell off a pony horse riding, I didn't like that riding school, my instructor was mean, I left, then covid came. I got it 4 times, my grandad refused the vaccine, my grandad booked a holiday for me and my sisters to stay in a caravan for 3 days in 2 weeks, I'm just going to read my books because I hate engaging with other people, oh my grandad needs to put up new shelves in my room for all my new books, I buy a lot of books, but I love buying books, but only fictional ones, oh I have a shit ton of queer books, I should have a shelf dedicated just to them. Oh wait, but I need to finish getting Alice Oseman's new UK covers first, but my mum said no more books for months and months, but that's not fair, I'm mad at her, wait but it's mother's day I can't, I have to bring her breakfast in bed, ooo we have smoked salmon, I love smoked salmon, and we have garlic and herb cream cheese, I'm going to have that and smoked salmon on toast, but not regular salmon because that's gross, I'm such a pick eater, I have sensory processing disorder, I hate beans and the smell of jacket potatoes, I hate apples with the skin on, oh wait, apples, wasn't i supposed to visualise one, let me try...

(This process will now repeat until someone pulls me out of it)

i have neither a good imagination nor aphantasia, but a secret third thing