#apparently it'll be hot tomorrow

[fazcinatingblog]

I went outside in 30 degree heat and now I'm dead. Learn from my mistakes, Tumblr. Never leave the house.

[cjlouwho]

Bucktommy prompt - maybe something fun and summery? beach day or Tommy knows a guy who lets them use his pool for the day or a cook out in the backward, could be just the two of them or them dragging Eddie along to cheer him up or the entire crew. Just something fluffy and happy!

this is... not what you asked for. Although it does include dragging Eddie along. But, I still hope you enjoy!

“Tommy!” Eddie greeted, a little surprised to see the man at his door. “What are you doing here? Did I miss your call?”

“Uh, no. I'm kidnapping you, apparently?”

Eddie raised his eyebrows. “You're what?”

“Kidnapping you,” Tommy repeated with a nod. “You have to come with me.”

“I don't understand what's happening.”

Tommy sighed. “Listen, man, Evan told me I had to be the one to come to the door. Said you'd fight him more than you'd fight me. Told me to tell you we're kidnapping you and taking you to a spa thing.”

“You're not supposed to tell him where we're going!” Buck's voice rang out from the driveway. Tommy took a step back so Eddie could poke his head out. There was Buck, sitting in his Jeep with the window down.

“What the hell are you doing, Buck?”

“Ugh! Just get a change of clothes and get your ass in the Jeep or I'm gonna have Tommy hoist you over his shoulder and shove you in the trunk!”

“What?!” Tommy exclaimed. “Yeah, I will not be doing any of that.”

“You're my muscle, Tommy!” Buck yelled.

“Okay, Buck,” Eddie took a step out onto the entryway, “you can just take your Jeep and your spa and your,” he motioned to Tommy, “your muscle someplace else. You're nuts!” He went to head back into his house, but Tommy placed a hand on the door before he could shut it.

“Please just come with us,” he practically begged. “He's had his clipboard out for two days and it's usually cute and, if I'm being honest, kinda hot-”

“Gross.”

“-but this time it was just terrifying. His checklist was seven pages, Eddie. Single spaced. Help me.”

Eddie glared at him, but his shoulders fell and he relented. “Fine.” He stepped back out and pointed at Buck, “But I'm doing this for Tommy, not for you!”

Buck smiled brightly. “Don't care!”

*****

They were quiet for the nearly hour long car ride to wherever Buck was taking them. It wasn't until they pulled up to some giant pop up tents in the middle of the desert that both Tommy and Eddie realized they had both been duped.

“What the hell is this?” Eddie asked.

“This is a meditation retreat.”

Tommy stared over at Buck from the passenger seat. “You said we were going to an overnight spa.”

Buck nodded. “It did include the word 'spa' on the initial brochure I received.”

“You've got to be joking!” Eddie exclaimed. “Are you clinically insane?”

“Not officially.”

“Evan.”

“Come on, guys! It- It'll be fun,” Buck said, turning off the car. “This lady told me all about it on a call. I checked everything out. They've got different activities in each of the tents, tons of food, a trail to go on. We can connect with each other and nature.”

Eddie's eyes drifted between Buck and the keys in his hand.

“No,” Buck warned.

Eddie lurched forward and grabbed for Buck's keys, nearly elbowing Tommy as he and Buck got into a cat fight for control of the car.

“Give me the keys, Buck!” Eddie yelled.

“No! This is for your own good!”

“Guys-”

“Buck, I was promised a spa day!”

“I promised nothing!”

“Guys-”

Somehow in the chaos, Buck managed to open his sweatpants and drop the keys inside. Eddie stopped, pulled back just enough to turn to Tommy. “You get 'em,” he instructed.

“Excuse me?”

“It's nothing you haven't touched before!”

“I am not grabbing at my boyfriend's dick to get the keys, Eddie.” Tommy opened the passenger door and stepped out, leaning down to face the other two. “Let's just get this over with and we'll be home tomorrow.” He slammed the door and headed for the trunk to get their things.

Buck smirked over at Eddie. “Are you ready to transcend?”

“Sleep with one eye open, Buck,” Eddie warned, scooting over to the door to get out. “One eye open!”

*****

After dropping off their things to a tent that they'd be sharing with nearly 40 other people (something Buck apparently didn't know judging by the look on his face), they headed to the meditation tent.

“I heard this is a great way to lower your blood pressure, increase pain tolerance, and reduce anxiety,” Buck whispered as they entered the space.

“All true,” a woman with the softest voice they'd ever heard greeted them at the entrance. Her nametag read Shawna. “We do like to warn that transcendental meditation can, while very rarely, cause anxiety symptoms, physical pain, dizziness, depersonalization, and derealization. All temporary, of course.”

The three men shared looks, then slowly backed out of the room, with Buck explaining. “I think we'll, um, look around and uh, try this later.”

*****

Next they headed to the 'cleansing center' which turned out to be a mud pit that everyone was entering sans clothes.

“This does not look sanitary, Evan,” Tommy said, grimacing at the thought of where all that mud would end up.

Eddie shook his head. “I am not bathing nude in mud with either of you.”

“It didn't... They didn't mention this online,” Buck admitted.

“Maybe you should start with some refreshments.”

Tommy jumped when he realized Shawna was right beside him. “Oh God! You are quiet.”

She smiled gently. “A lot of our newest members are often thrown off by some of our methods here. But we have a tent over there with delicious food and drinks. You could start there.”

*****

Leaving Shawna behind, they walked to the refreshments tent. There were two tables with food spread out over them, along with cups of lukewarm water.

“Mung bean salad,” Eddie read off an index card beside a plate of food. “You brought me out to the desert for mung bean salad, Buck?”

“That can't be all they have.” He pointed to something in front of Tommy. “What's that?”

“Garlic vegan-parmesan white beans,” Tommy read. “It's like eighty-five degrees out here and they've got garlic parmesan beans?”

They moved down the line until Buck stopped at something else. “Okay, this! How about fifteen... bean... casserole. Why is everything bean?”

“Because beans are a great source of protien.”

“Jesus!” Tommy jumped again, Shawna beside him. “Seriously, do you glide or something?”

“You know what,” she said, placing her hands on her hips, “I think I have the perfect place for you three. Come along, follow me.”

Reluctantly, the group followed her to yet another tent, this one empty. She gestured for them to sit on these little towels that were lying on the ground in a circle, and once she closed the tent doors she joined them.

“I'm sensing tension between you three,” she began. “When we sense tension in a group, we like to take you here to the reflection tent and have conversation.”

“There's no tension,” Eddie insisted tensely.

Buck scoffed. “Yeah. Okay.”

“See,” Shawna motioned between them. “There's the tension.”

“I'm actually pretty fine,” Tommy said. “Can I go?”

Shawna shook her head. “If one part of the throuple has an issue, then you all have an issue.”

Eddie snorted at that one. “We are not a throuple.”

“Oh.” The softness of Shawna's voice broke for a second. She cleared her throat to recover, “You're not?”

Buck shook his head, pointing around the room as he explained. “I'm dating him, he and him are good friends, and he and I are best friends. At least, we're supposed to be.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, Buck.”

“Alright.” Shawna stretched her arms out to stop them. “Let's take a breath and readjust our inner monologue.”

“I actually have a question,” Tommy said, raising his hand.

Shawna nodded. “Please, lead the way.”

“Yeah, alright. Are you actually a certified therapist or...?”

Shawna smiled, although a bit coldly. “I believe life gives me all the certification I need.”

“So that's a no then.”

“Tommy,” Buck warned through gritted teeth. “Eddie needs our help, so that's what we're going to do.”

“I do not need your help, Buck! I don't even know what you're talking about. Everything's been fine.”

“Ha! It has not been fine, Eddie. I mean, look at you!” he exclaimed, waving his hand up and down in Eddie's direction.

Shawna and Tommy both looked over at Eddie, seemingly confused.

“Buck,” Shawna instructed, “why don't you tell us exactly what you mean?”

“The mustache,” he clarified. “It's a cry for help if I ever saw one.”

Tommy ran his hands through his hair. “You brought us here because of a mustache?”

Eddie glared. “You cannot be serious.”

“I am very serious. First Christopher left, then Gerrard came, you- you started working out more and more, and finally the mustache appeared. That's when I knew something had to be done.”

“Who is Christopher?” Shawna asked.

“He's Eddie's son,” Tommy explained, “that Evan helps take care of a lot, and I was starting to get to know.”

“And he left?”

“Because he,” Buck took over, “started a relationship with a lookalike of Christopher's dead mother.”

Eddie shook his head. “It was not a relationship.”

“It was a something-ship.”

Tommy was beginning to take pity on Shawna. Poor woman looked in way over her head.

“And Gerrard?” she asked.

“Gerrard was my old captain at the fire station I used to work at,” Tommy said. “He got transferred for being an asshole, but now he's back and he's currently their captain.”

“But not your captain?”

“No, because I transferred.”

Shawna paused. “But that's where you met your boyfriend and your friend?”

“Oh, no, I met them years after I transferred when I agreed to fly them through a hurricane to find their captain-at-the-time, who also used to be my captain, after their cruise ship got caught up in the storm.”

Shawna stared off into the distance. “I'm not sure life certified me for this,” she murmured.

“Let's get back to my mustache,” Eddie demanded. “There's nothing wrong with it.”

“Cry. For. Help,” Buck replied pointedly.

“His mustache doesn't even look bad,” Tommy defended, turning to Eddie. “It doesn't look bad.”

“Thank you, Tommy. See, Buck, Tommy likes my mustache!”

“Tommy also likes fanny packs. He's not the best for advice on fashion.”

“Hey!” Tommy folded his arms over his chest. “Fanny packs are convenient and they've made a comeback.”

“Fanny packs are just fine,” Eddie agreed. He held up his hand for a high-five, which Tommy returned.

“So now you're both ganging up on me?”

“No one's ganging up on you, Evan. We're just confused as to why we're here. Especially me though, because I'm good with both you and Eddie.”

“I thought we were good too!” Eddie exclaimed.

“We are good,” Buck reassured, “but you're not good. I- I don't know, Eddie. You're home all the time, you don't do much except work out and brush your mustache-”

“Brush your mustache?” Tommy questioned.

“-and I wanted to do something that got you out with your friends for a little bit. Something different. Maybe you find yourself in the process.”

Eddie took a breath, relaxing a bit at Buck's reasoning. “Buck, I appreciate you trying to help me, and I admit that I haven't exactly been social lately, but do you really think coming here is what's best for me?”

Buck glanced around the tent. Dirt under their feet, sweat dripping off their clothes, hunger pains already starting from the lack of edible food. “Probably not. Besides, the uh, the research I did online didn't mention like any of this stuff. I'm pretty sure we're at a cult right now.”

“It's a way of life,” Shawna interjected on deaf ears.

“Pizza and beer at my place?” Tommy suggested. “We'll have a movie marathon and, you know, air conditioning.”

They all began to stand.

“I'll get our stuff,” Eddie offered.

Buck nodded. “I'll start the car.”

“Thanks for all your help, Shawna,” Tommy said, sending finger guns her way. “You really... You did something.”

Shawna simply waved at them as they left, not even trying to get them to stay.

She needed to head to the meditation tent, stat.

[phoenixcatch7]

The One Fact Pact

I want to see a fic where the chain is rigorously keeping their secrets and stories hidden, but they've all learned to trust one another. Like, it's past time they should probably be sharing things because it's beginning to get annoying, they all agree, but it's sorta become a habit by now? They kept those secrets and now no one really wants to share first?

So, to keep things interesting and get some momentum going, they make a deal.

Whenever they come across something that reminds them of their travels, their quest - be it an item, a familiar name, a location - they've got to share ONE fact or story about it.

But only! When they're in other people's time, because otherwise it'll just be a staged tour and one person infodumping and that's exactly what they're trying to avoid (and it won't be a fun competition they can make bets about).

And then either they go through worlds slowly building trust and understanding of each other through a long drawn out and incidental series of tidbits....

Or they immediately get stuck in wild's hyrule for ages.

Everyone's arguing over who the latest ruin belongs to. Time and wind are getting into an argument about the kokiri. No one can agree on the zonai. Wars is taking immense pleasure in pointing out anything someone else might have missed. Legend is resolutely ignoring eventide. Twilight claims the entire faron woods until they step into the hot and humid jungle for the first time.

Wild thinks he's immune because it's his world so he legally can't answer questions, but everywhere they visit there's a piece of his own story in the rubble or on the wind.

Wild: *happily making tea and checking his slate with the other hand* okay, looks like tomorrow we can reach the breach of demise and to new serenne stable. Just past that- Sky: *choking on his drink* the what?? Wild: the breach? Sky, weakly: Why's it uh, called that? Wild: oh, it's an old story. Apparently eons ago it's where a demon godking came up from underground to the surface world... *suspiciously* Why? Sky: gimme the slate. *squinting at the shape on the map*... I can neither confirm nor deny. Wild:... What do you mean? Sky, remembering the One Fact Pact: I can neither confirm nor deny. What's important is that I killed him. The entire chain, variously: YOU KILLED A DEMON GOD?!!? Sky *recalling the hardest fight of his life*: what, like it's hard?

And then he just refuses to elaborate.

[kelcemenow]

As The Snow Falls - Chapter 4.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1117

Warnings Strong language, slight smut and some pretty intense moments.

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

You leaned in, his hands moving to your waist. Your lips were parted and Travis' head tilted upwards, his eyes studying your face. His hands felt strong and you imagined that he would be easily able to lift you up or throw you onto a bed with an intense passion. Something tightened inside of you, an undulation of desire for the man you had tried to forget. His soft lips ghosted over yours, a tingle of warmth surrounding you as his fingers drifted to your lower back, ducking underneath your swimsuit.

You felt his hips roll slightly underneath you when a growing noise from the cabin distracted you.

"Shit." You pushed yourself up and quickly back down onto the seat next to Travis, the water rippling across the surface fiercely.

He looked at you with bewilderment as he adjusted himself, his brow furrowed.

Jasmine skipped onto the decking and as her eyes fell on you and Travis, her face changed immediately, "Oh. You two look cosy?"

Travis smirked and looked down at his lap, his hands swirling the water to distort the obvious appearance of his growing erection.

"What's going on?"

You forced a smile, "Nothing. Nothing at all. We're just...catching up."

Jasmine stared for a moment, before turning to Travis, "We're heading out to hit the slopes. Travis, are you coming?" Jasmine said, almost through her teeth.

He turned his head to you before looking back at Jasmine. Her eyes flickered between the pair of you, in a slight accusatory manner, and she tapped her foot whilst she waited for Travis to respond.

Travis exhaled sharply before resting his head back on the edge of the hot tub, "Nah, I'm good."

Jasmine blinked a couple of times, her eyebrows raised high, "Are you sure? I know all of the secluded routes...it'll be fun"

"Thanks Jasmine, but I'm actually thinking of catching the first snow tomorrow." He stretched his arms out, his left hand gently tickling your back, "Y/N and I will have dinner ready for when you all get back."

You watched Jasmine from the corner of your eye, not daring to fully face her. She was well known for having a tantrum if she didn't get her own way. You knew she was trying to get close to Travis and whilst you didn't own him and he was free to do whatever he wanted, you secretly wanted him to yourself.

"Okay." She said quickly, "Your loss."

She quickly flashed a smile before whipping around, her long hair following her head.

"Oh, you're in trouble now." You said quietly as you watched her disappear back into the cabin.

Travis hissed through his teeth, "I'd much rather be in trouble with you."

He leaned in towards you, his mouth only inches from your neck and his solid chest pressing against your arm. As his lips grazed your skin, you pulled away.

"I think you've had more than enough female attention, don't you." You stood up, water dripping down your body. "And I'm not about to be involved in any love triangles."

Travis' eyes widened as he watched your soft curves and glistening skin. You bent over the side of the hot tub, grabbing the bright orange beach towel and pulling it over your shoulders, your ass peeking out from underneath it. You turned back over your shoulder to see Travis unable to tear his gaze away from you.

"Wait, w-what?" He stuttered.

"Come on." You said as you gracefully stepped out and onto the decking, "We have dinner to make...apparently."

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Steam billowed from the large pot of chilli that was resting on the stove. You stirred it occasionally as you prepared the potatoes and counted how many bags of nachos you would need. The smell was inviting and mouth watering, a recipe that you had perfected and was always a big hit at parties and barbeques.

As Travis walked into the kitchen, you turned over your shoulder, "How was your shower?"

"So good." He stood next to you, glancing over at the plethora of food, "Something smells delicious?"

"Well, someone took so long showering that I thought I would get dinner started on my own. Homemade chilli, baked potatoes, cornbread, nachos and a big bowl of rice."

Travis inhaled and smiled warmly to you, "You're awesome. Need any help?"

You laughed, "It's all done, Travis. I'm just waiting for the chilli to finish cooking." You placed the tray of potatoes in the stove and closed the door, "You could help me by grabbing a bottle of wine from the refrigerator though?"

"For the food?"

You shook your head, "For us. I think I've earned a drink after this."

Travis turned and made his way to the other side of the kitchen. As he moved, your eyes couldn't help but to glance down, his perfect ass firm and tight. You took a deep and controlled breath as you felt your eyes becoming hazy at the sight in front of you.

"Can I ask you a question?" He said as he perused the multiple bottles.

Your head quickly snapped back to the countertop and you started stacking the plates that you would need for dinner. Clearing your throat, you responded, "Yeah, shoot."

"Why did you jump off of me like a kangaroo in the hot tub when Jasmine walked in?"

You sighed and turned to face him, "She's clearly got her eye on you and I don't want to upset her."

Travis reached across you to collect two wine glasses, "W-wait...she knows we've sort of got some history between us, right?"

You shook your head, "I met Jasmine after that and we all didn't really talk about it much. Well, me and Jason did. But Jasmine only hears what she wants to hear, most of the time. Besides, I don't want to make a big deal out of it. It isn't a big deal, is it?"

He opened the bottle with ease, his bulging muscles contorting next to you, "So if it isn't a big deal, why don't you just tell her?"

"Because I don't really know what I'm actually telling her." You turned to face him, "Like, what is this?"

Travis grinned and moved in closer to you, "It can be what you want it to be, baby."

Your stomach fluttered for what felt like the hundredth time. His glittering eyes locked with yours and were suddenly lost in his dreamy gaze.

"Travis-"

His hand moved up to the side of your face and he brushed some hair from your cheek, "Just think about it?"

You stuttered a breath and watched him leave with his wine glass as your stove timer snapped you out of your trance-like-state.

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I've tortured myself over this chapter, not being able to decide on the direction of the plot, hating certain moments and re-writing them all over again to realise that they were fine all along...so I really hope you enjoy this one. It's becoming a slow burn which seems to be my default! I'm getting started straight away with the next chapter so it shouldn't be too long of a wait for the next part but I've been knocking these out fairly quickly anyway which I'm pleased about. If you want to be included in my Taglist, comment or drop me a message and that way, you won't miss the next one!

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[pvnks0ul]

༺SHIVER༻

❥ riri williams x fem!reader

summary: braiding her hair

🚨: short + overusage of the word braid, that's it!

ஐ it's no secret that Riri loves herself a good braid down! And as much as she gets cornrows & stitch braids, including the hairstyles we see in the little pics and stuff we get from the show, I refuse to believe she's tenderheaded.

ஐ riri'll be at your doorstep, in her casual wear, durag loosely hanging as she was only using it to hide the fading in her once neatly done parts, bookbag filled with overnight clothes & other supplies drawn over her shoulder, a tight smile on her face cause she knows you're about to get her right.

ஐ baby, loves being pampered!! She purposely doesn't take her hair down before coming over even when she knows you'll open the door with a lecture ready on how she should be letting her hair breathe before getting another hairstyle back to back because it'll end up with you standing over her, thighs & tummy in her face while her only contribution was to 'entertain' you by poking and grabbing at said places, scrolling through her phone when she realizes you weren't giving her a reaction and occasionally taking out a braid to speed up the process.

ஐ she'd 100% make you wait to set up the washing station(your sink) so she can set the water to the perfect temperature! No cold water at all but she doesn't want it scorching but it also needs to be mild-hot and apparently she's the only one who can get it just right so you let her take care of it.

ஐ nods in & out when you're scrubbing the shampoo into her scalp with your fingers. Tongue sliding over her chapped lips as she blinked slowly to keep herself up because It feels to much like a massage and you're sure if you didn't make her promise to rinse it all off when you were done she definitely would've signed off for the night, right there; bent over the sink.

ஐ has no problem sitting ontop a pillow on the floor, risking cheeks numbed to such an extreme that she would get up jelly legged, just so she gets to lay her head in your lap!! She's so sweet.

ஐ bites morelikenibbles you when you tap her forehead with the comb cause she didn't turn her head the right way... Only for you to pop her again.

"Damn-" Ri hisses, her hand flies up to her forehead, rubbing away at the spot, ever the drama queen.

"You really need to chill on that 'popping me with yo ugly ass comb' shit, ma."

"Did you not bite me first?" you asked before griping two strands of her coily hair, starting a new row.

She smacked her lips.

"Oh, ok."

ஐ winces when it doesn't even hurt because she likes having your attention... Huffs loudly when you don't react to her doing it after the fifth time because what if she was actually hurt?

ஐ accidentally left her phone on a table while you were washing her hair so now she has to entertain herself by messing with you until you got distracted from the braid so you had to start over, muttering something about her needing to "find somebody else to play with."

ஐ finds that "somebody else" in your thighs when she hooked her arms under them and shrugged them onto her shoulder like they were the straps of her bookbag or something and honestly once you felt your feet lift off the carpeted floor you had to pause to take it in...You didn't bother to say anything cause at least she was quiet and you were on the last braid.

ஐ you're getting down to the final steps which were to lather some mousse on each row down to the end and wrap them with the aforementioned durag that she brought over, only tying it tight enough that it would protect her hair and not prevent her from lifting it up because you knew riri would want to go look at it in the mirror before she goes to sleep.

ஐ she thanks you with her love; lots of wet kisses, sleepy waist rubs and slurred promises to make it up to you tomorrow as she drifted to sleep and you accepted them because she also thanks you by doing helping you with the assignments you haven't looked at since they were handed to you.

A/n: I think about riri so much that I daydreamed about doing her hair...she's completely infiltrated my mind, sns

[denaliwrites]

I Got This Feeling On A Summer Day

Cale Erendreich x Fem!Reader

Summary: (18+) The sight of you in a sundress drives Cale wild.

Soundtrack: Summer Days by Fall Out Boy

Requests: Open!

Warnings: It's Cale Erendreich and it's smut.

"It's so. Fucking. HOT!" you shout into your boyfriend's wide open house, poorly cooling your face with a cheap electric handheld fan like it'll do anything to help. Hell, you're sure even an expensive one wouldn't be able to break this unbearable heat.

"You sure are!" comes your boyfriend's returning shout from the kitchen. You're too hot to laugh, or even be mildly amused, really. But it's nice, you suppose, to know he thinks you're attractive even now, covered in sweat and dying of heat stroke.

"When are the repair people coming?" you despair.

"Tomorrow at noon."

That is not soon enough.

You're on the verge of disrobing yourself it's so hot, and you're not wearing much to begin with. Just a simple sundress -- and nothing underneath. Not even to be sexy, but because you're not sure you can handle the layers right now. Especially a bra. Seriously, fuck that.

Cale returns from the kitchen holding two glasses of lemonade, and as he approaches you sit up and throw your legs over the edge of the seat. "Thank you," you gasp dramatically, taking it and struggling not to chug it all down at once. "Oh, God, that's so cold. Thank you."

You notice he hasn't moved, and your eyes drift up to him. He's staring down at you, eyes zeroed in on your breasts. You realize that he must have a perfect view of them from his angle.

"Cale?" you prompt, trying to break him free from the spell your apparently incredible tits have on him. It doesn't work. "Cale!" you repeat, firmer.

"Yeah," he finally says, belatedly, startling as he looks at you. "Sorry, I... was imagining what I'm going to do to you in..." He pauses, setting his drink down and checking his watch for effect. "Roughly one minute and forty-two seconds."

You're stunned by his precision, and even more stunned when he takes your glass from your hand and sets it down next to his own. "On your knees," he commands. "On the sofa."

You obey immediately, if a little awkwardly, shifting so that you're sitting on your haunches on the couch.

"Wrong," he tells you, not unkindly. "Turn around. Hands on the back."

Oh, no. You feel a rush of pleasure course through your cunt as you realize his plans. Eagerly, you move into position, nails biting into the fabric of the sofa in anticipation. His hands run up your thighs, fingertips feather light against your skin. Those fingers brush the skirt of your dress up, up, up over your ass, until it's pooled into the small of your back.

"Look at that," he murmurs pleasantly, "you're already wet for me."

Indeed, your folds are slicked with arousal. Your fingers twitch against the sofa, only to still in a tight grip as you feel his press at your entrance.

He chuckles breathily at the delicious little sound that passes through your lips. "Good girl," he tells you, his fingers dipping in to slowly, teasingly rub at your nub. You find it hard to focus with his hand playing your clit like a master pianist, but you swear that you hear him undo his belt at some point between moans. And -- you're pretty sure that's the sound of his zipper -- and --

"Oh!" you cry out in glee as his cock buries itself inside your cunt and you're rocked forward. He hisses as you tighten around him, his hands curling in your sundress as he adjusts to your heat.

Maybe having sex right now isn't the smartest idea, you almost think, before his hips connect with your ass again and you lurch forward. There's a wall behind the sofa, and you have to shoot a hand out against it to keep yourself stable against his cock's onslaught.

"F-fuck, Cale--" you keen, walls clenching him desperately. "Can I..." you pant, feeling heat building between your thighs. "Can I touch myself?"

His chuckle behind you is breathless. "You are being such a good cocksleeve for me, aren't you? Go ahead."

You moan with relief, one hand staying firmly planted on the wall while the other breaches your folds, fingers dancing around your clit furiously, desperately.

It isn't long before you're reaching your peak, screaming out your orgasm while Cale keeps fucking you.

You're surprised -- and turned on -- when Cale's hand wraps around your throat and pulls you up so that your back is flush against his chest. "Now that you've had your fun," he growls into your ear, "I'm gonna have mine." He pulls out, leaving you cold and hollow without him.

His hold on your throat disappears, but is soon replaced by his hand winding tightly in your hair. You squeal as he yanks you up and throws you roughly into the wall. You barely manage to keep yourself from slamming into it, and then he's on you, his hands pinning your wrists above your head as his cock slides inside your aching tunnel.

"That's a good girl," he praises you, licking the back of your neck and leaving a stripe of saliva from the base of your skull to the shell of your ear. You moan, pussy squeezing desperately. "Such a good girl for me, aren't you? You're being so good, I may even let you cum again."

His words send a thrill down your spine, and you whimper needily as you look back at him. "Cale," you try, but he shushes you gently.

And then he batters into your cunt mercilessly, relishing in the sounds you make with each ruthless stroke of his cock. "Fuck," he groans, and you feel him twitching inside you as he nears his orgasm, "you're so fucking tight."

It only takes a few more thrusts for you both to fall over the edge. His comes first, and feeling his warmth spread inside you pushes you over again. As he comes down, his hands release you, and as you do the same you fall back into his chest with amorous murmurs of his name.

He catches your lips in a kiss that's impassioned and doubles as an effective way to (mostly) silence you, though you can't help the moan that spills forth from your lips into his.

"I love you," you gasp as he pulls away.

"I know.”

[icy-watch]

That was so cute and wholesome. Aaaaah.

Um. Yeah. Just me crying over here.

I'm not really sure what to expect of the next season, but I was told it's called Master of the Mountain.

No idea what that could really mean, but I'm guessing there's a mountain and some guy who's the master of it. And that's really about all I have.

So, since this is the end of Prime Empire, I'll be watching the shorts tomorrow that explain some things. So, a chill day tomorrow. Until then!

Correct and incorrect predictions under the cut.

Correct

Unagami is one of the people in charge? Or an AI? Unagami is an AI and he was in charge.

Milton Dyer created Unagami. Yes.

The ninja will listen to Okino as he helps them thru Terra Kerana. They did, and Lloyd got a new dad.

Okino became more cognizant while he was with the ninja. He's also going to Go Thru It. He learned so much, and he gained so much more. Gained more Trauma, that is.

Unagami is an AI that gathered some consciousness. He did.

Unagami wants to go to Ninjago to find Milton Dyer. He did, and he was reunited with his dad after they had an emotional talk. The emotional one was me. I'm a wreck.

The ninja being out of credits will be important later. Meanwhile, in the very next episode...

The race is going to be the next episode. It was!

Seven will make it past the fourth mile marker. She did!

Rescue mission to recover Zane from the Mechanic. Surprisingly, yes, in the same episode as the background of Milton and Unagami.

Unagami is going to visit Ninjago, and he's going to bring some friends. It's not going to go well for Ninjago. The city has been in worse shapes after the final battle, but there was some damage. And people might have been injured.

We're going to lose Nya. She got rubix cubed, just like everybody else.

A confrontation between Milton and Unagami. TT__TT Yes.

Milton won't die.

Incorrect

Evil video game. Just a normal video game that was abandoned, and the AI in charge lashed out.

Milton Dyer was pulled into the game. He was just in hiding.

It will be a few more episodes before the rest of the ninja make it into Prime Empire. They made it in during the very next episode.

The motherboard needs to be inserted back into the arcade game for everyone to be able to return to Ninjago. A giant gateway also works.

It'll be a hot minute before the other ninja find Jay in Prime Empire. They were told where to find him in the very end of the next episode.

The League of Jay will be helpful down the line. They really just helped out that 1 time and that was it. We were cheated out of some more Jays all season.

Unagami is an old enemy with a new alias. Boy was I wrong there.

Lloyd will be the first ninja to lose all his lives. *crying about Cole and Kai*

The ninja are going to return to Scott's garage to find it trashed and him missing. He was alive and well, until Seven showed up.

Time flows different in Prime Empire than it does in Ninjago. I thought I had something, but it was a nothing.

Everyone will leave Prime Empire using the inter-dimensional arcade portals. Apparently, I never said anything about the gate in my main prediction posts (which I go off, not my opener "what's this ep gonna be about" post), sooooo... yeah.

Zane's not going to come out of this whole thing ok. He was able to shake it off faster than Taylor Swift.

Partially

Kai and Scott will lose their last life. Kai doing something stupid, and Scott in the race. They both did lose their last life, but Scott sacrificed himself for the ninja and Kai and Cole both lost their last life during the race.

We're going to lose someone during the race. We lost 2 someones.

The level to get the third Keytana will be a fighter game. It was a platform game + infinity maze + fighter game.

It's going to come down to Jay vs. Unagami. Yes, but mostly no.

Unconfirmed

Unagami paid attention to the ninja back on Ninjago. It wasn't ever confirmed how Unagami clocked the ninja as his enemies before they arrived in Prime Empire, but the Mechanic might have been the person informing him about the ninja. He might have informed Unagami of everything the ninja have done.

[notmorbid]

hacks: season two.

dialogue prompts from the second season of hbo's hacks.

it feels racist in here, but i can't tell why.

i need you to take your phone and i need you to throw it into the ocean.

yo, are those ashes?

if you need to talk or whatever, i'm always here. except tuesdays and thursdays.

you've always been pretty entitled and annoying.

have you ever tried a regular meditation practice? apparently, it can really help.

i don't have 'emotional irregularity'.

i've never said this to anyone in my life, but i think you need to read less.

i don't need to see all the nasty things people have written about me.

i got the recipe from my favorite vegan beauty podcast.

you'd think at one point i'd stop caring.

this is the one place nobody judges you.

a dude did just call me 'socialist bitch' for walking out on the national anthem.

there is one thing that you could help me with.

___ is absolutely capable of killing me.

you're famous, right?

don't be a snob.

betrayal is the worst feeling in the world.

at least let me snap a pic of your aura real quick.

you're always trying to get me to be more honest.

you said you wouldn't hit people.

you're just like me. you're as selfish and cruel as i am.

once it's in your file, it's in your file.

i'm gonna be better. i'm gonna stop doing shit that makes me be impulsive.

haven't you ever been in litigation before? it'll be a good experience for you.

you never take my fashion advice.

you're talking in your sleep again.

i'm trying to be a good person, you dumb bitch.

get back to being 'good' tomorrow morning.

don't make me drink alone.

you're incredibly emotionally intelligent.

those compression socks are fierce.

you told me that? i must have blocked it out because it's so sad.

your assistant said you were at anger management.

excuse me? i am very self-sufficient.

i'm going to stay here and take one of those 'depression naps'.

i can only imagine what perverse road we're about to go down.

do you feel that society has programmed you to feel this way?

fuck it. i'm gonna start voting.

i do mean what i'm saying. i'm just saying it because i'm on molly.

good luck with your marriage. your wife's obsessed with me.

wow, you're hot and funny?

i was almost a victim of unprovoked physical violence. where have you been?

i called ___ 'mommy' earlier. i don't even call my mom that.

i think that was just a hill. now, you're climbing a mountain.

stop trying to cheer me up.

'one of'? how many stalkers do you have?

i'm kind of hard to describe. you kind of have to experience it.

no, it's cool. i love nosy people.

i was so lonely, i used to draw faces on our pillows and talk to them.

how'd you get that scar?

how could they do that to you?

i looked tired while i was sleeping?

i can't believe you won't just say you're sorry.

i was hoping you would just be proud of me for doing something.

i always thought you just didn't even try.

you will fuck up. it's impossible not to.

can we go out? i want to get fucked up.

i know what you're doing. you're pushing me away because you're afraid.

people want you right now. they won't forever.

you have to be a shark. you have to do what's best for you.

what do i have to even say?

i told you. you're just like me.

you've got your own mountain to climb.

i don't want to be here. i want to be wherever you are.

that's it? we're not gonna talk anymore? i won't see you?

sounds problematic to me. but what do i know?

[nicistrying]

Weds 17th July

HOW is it Wednesday already i.e. Thursday tomorrow i.e. our wedding celebration is 3 fucking weeks tomorrow?!!! In TWO weeks on Saturday we'll be legally married what the fuck?! It's felt like such a far-away, intangible thing for the last 2 years this is insane. Anyway moving on 😳

Beautiful walk in the sun with Mags this morning. So grateful for the weather improving after so much rain! We saw lots of deer

Maggie was NOT impressed

Until we saw her boyfriend Logan!! They're always so happy to see each other 🥹

Oat muffins for breakfast

Worked at home and had just a ridiculous amount of technical issues. It was so frustrating to not just be able to do my job but it's apparently an organisation-wide thing so hopefully it'll be fixed soon! Had lunch out in the garden with Matt when he came back after his exam, got to sunbathe a little bit too which just felt magical after wearing big jumpers for the past 2 weeks!

Had a fairly smooth afternoon, walked Maggie again together before dinner. Did some weeding, had a hot bath, now melting in bed. Office days tomorrow and Friday 🫠

[nottheweirdest]

chat I've been off of tumblr for months and then I come back and I see that apparently Shadow's pregnant as of Clean Slate's sequel smh

No but for real, it's been a HOT MINUTE, but I'm happy to be back, and I'm EXTREMELY happy to see updates for your fics!!!

I hope all is well for you, and your staying hydrated in this heat !!!!

Welcome back!! I hope you're doing okay and enjoyed your time away!

As for Shadow in Clean Slate, I am unable to confirm or deny for risk of spoilers, only that I like the way people think lol which is true 😝 I love it when people guess at what's going on. Makes that single dopamine molecule in my brain dance the hokey pokey 🥳

I'm still planning an update for tomorrow but it'll be late EST assuming my beta can read like the wind tomorrow morning/afternoon because I'm still working on edits 😂

Also, the heat can fuck right off. RIP my electric bill 😭 hope you're staying cool and hydrated too. Some summer huh? 🫠☀️

[thessalian]

Thess vs Overtime, Again

Yep. Definitely going to have to do some hours tomorrow.

Look, I counted: including the urgents, the doctors dictated 330 reports today. The 300 per day seems to be an average for these yahoos. They come in at 8am if not sooner; the last of them leaves at 6pm if not later, and there are lots of them. It's bad enough when we have everyone in the office. When we don't? It's painful as fuck.

Anyway, I cleared yesterday's queue and got stuck into today's stuff during my overtime, as well as every single last one of the urgents. Total reports typed? Somewhere in the 200 range. Partly because we didn't have any actual monstrosities in the queue - just Annoyances. And it is now painfully obvious that the rest of the people typing are deliberately avoiding the Annoyances. I grabbed 50 bits of typing out of the queue right off the bat because it was the only way to ensure that I got some clear and easy ones for once. The ones where the doctor doesn't dictate the lab number for each and every sample pot, or remembers to put a halfway decent block key, or doesn't say "several in one" instead of "multiple in one" when their "several" sounds like "seven" because they talk like an auction barker.

So apparently Goblin's away a couple of more days, and Temp is not looking at returning at all next week. So that's not going to be particular amounts of joy. Hence working Saturday (they can go screw if they want me to work Sunday and Monday, though). And then there's the one I haven't met yet so I haven't given her a nickname. I have not met her because she has been on a combination of long-term sick and maternity leave for years. We've heard, "She should be coming back soon!" for literal years. It obviously has not happened yet. I mean, it's great that she can have long-term sick and not have to worry about what's happening with her job, but ... gods, we should have found a temp. Well, a better one than Temp and New Girl, who started as temps and basically got hired as "You're here; it'll do". My mother says that what they really want is an office full of me's, but it's not like they're actually properly looking for another few me's. They got lucky with me, and they expect to get lucky again somehow, I guess? The world doesn't work that way.

I also had to take a break early, if you can call it a break when it's "I have to go out to get some mallet meds because I will not be able to cope with this weekend without serious painkillers and also there was a road closure which made the trip a bit of a mess". After that, a hot bath, and something resembling food, I feel a little better, if exhausted. At least I can start at whatever time I want tomorrow. And I have to do some of it, because we still have over 250 items in the queue and those yahoos will come in on the weekend. Woe.

[squarebracketsmileyface]

Ignore this, I need to scream into a void about disability services being basically unusable lol

The state of disability services in the UK is fucking insane. Like, I know I live in a shitty little county in the middle of nowhere and you can't expect rural areas to be given the funding to make them properly liveable for disabled people, but Jesus Christ. it makes me want to tear my own flesh off. Like, what do you mean you're no longer picking me up at 11 like you said you would and now I have to wait until probably 3pm or later??? (Knowing hospital transport. It'll be later 💀) Fuck my energy levels and my ability to get literally anything else done I guess.

It's the way they keep changing the ETA too. Like, phone them at 11 right after my appointment like I'm meant to: yeah your transports ready for you right now, you've got like 10 minutes to wait.

w a i t i n g

Nothing fucking happens. Phone them at 12: we don't have anyone allocated to you, whoops! Phone us back in 20 mins and we'll try and get you someone

w a i t i n g

Phone them at 12:20: yeah, we don't have anyone still, you're looking at anywhere between 1 and 3 for collection sorry bye.

Like, I can't stand that long. Its hot. I'm stressed. My legs are trying to fall apart under me, my neck and back are also trying to fall apart and I have something important to do tomorrow that I have no idea if I'll have the energy or pain levels or the LITERAL ABILITY TO MOVE in order to get to. Because this is the exact thing that's likely to fuck up my brains signals and leave me with paralysed legs or hands or bladder (which is apparently a medical emergency. Learned that recently. If you can't pee, go to the ER or A&E immediately. It's like, really dangerous apparently?), or an episode where it looks like I'm having a stroke. And if I get a migraine or slip one of the bones in my neck or ribs or spine out of place from the tension I'll fucking kill someone. I will run them over with my fucking wheelchair, clean the gore out from my casters and wash it into a fucking sewer.

I can't even do anything useful with the time I'm waiting to get picked up, (1 because pain and exhaustion, and 2) because unless I'm standing exactly where they expect me to at exactly the time they expect me to, they'll just drive off and fucking leave me here, an hour from home in a city I really don't fucking know my way around. I know the outpatient facility and the Greggs down the street from it and that's it lol

Christ I'm so tired 💀.

Top tip folks. Don't be disabled in the UK, and definitely don't be disabled and dare to try and retain even a fraction of your ability to be independent. It won't fucking work. /Sarc

Anyway, if anyone needs me I'll be sulking with No Hope Street (NHS) by Eras End on loop at full volume lmao

[fantasticcloudcreation]

Update from the cracker barrel parking lot, I made it just past halfway and stopped here to sleep but it's too hot in here even with the fan on so I can't actually sleep, plus the RV next to me has their generator going which is very noisy.... 8 hours left for tomorrow, I'll probably start driving early and just get toasted by the sun the entire morning...

Drank a lot of water and a body armor electrolyte drink (I haven't checked the cal/sugar content on those but tbh I don't think I want to know), ate a granola bar and some potato chips...

I'm mad bc apparently I was supposed to be at work today and nobody fucking told me the dates changed lmfao like they're not mad at me but I'm mad at them like I'm driving all the way down here for a week of work when it could've been 9 days instead of 7 days lmfao like it's just silly, these people need to get their shit together 😂 it's ok I was in a weird mood anyway the past couple days and now I feel refreshed and ready to start, probably would've had a meltdown today if I tried to go into work so its probably for the best. But I still would've liked to know that the dates were changed ? Like who's in charge here lol.

I'm tired and grumpy and I wish I could open my doors and get some more airflow in here, I should've booked a state park site but I didn't know how far I'd get today, it's fine just relax and breathe and think about ice cubes :) once I get to the hotel in Miami I can take an icy shower and eat a good meal and relax :) still thinking about my first trip in the van, going out to California through Oklahoma/Texas with 100+ temps and 30+mph winds, those were some shitty days of driving haha and then on the way back, it was like 115+ in Arizona and that one night it was still 98 at midnight?? And then the starter died the next day?? Yeah this ain't so bad lol I made it through all that on my very first trip. Oh and a tornado warning on the very first night lmfao wow I actually went through a lot on that journey. Maybe I need to go out west again, shake things up again. Maybe in February I'll reach out to those guys out there and see if I can work with them again. (Maybe I should upgrade my van situation before I do that so the weather isn't such a stressor on my journeys haha.) Idk it's midnight whatever I'm halfway there it's already cooling down a lil bit I'm gonna sleep til the sun comes up and then drive all day and it'll be hot but I'll survive and then life goes on etc :) stop thinking so much and go to sleep lol

[guardevoir]

Tour de Fleece update #1 (day 1)

First of all, not technically TdF, but I did get the sparkle merino plied yesterday after all because apparently spinning is more fun than video games.

Sorry for the cryptid photo, my camera has a personal vendetta against this fiber. Making 4-ply yarn is surprisingly fun and I've yet to screw it up - and I'm pretty pleased with this one too (even if it came out much thinner than I would've expected. Ah well, I can always double it up when crocheting). Will probably full this tomorrow, and then it's onto crocheting. Might have to spin up some more though, this seems a bit on the low end even for a headband.

Then, Wheel Update:

I. Adore. This fiber. If I hadn't bought the last braid, I would be ordering more right now. Last time I spun Shetland I was bored and not overly amazed, but this? Hot damn. First of all, I love the fiber prep - it's not quite as thoroughly combed as something commercially dyed, but the fiber prep is grippy without being felted and basically spins itself. Also, the combination of Shetland and silk is amazing. Sure, silk and merino would have been softer probably, but this one has definition and character and I love it. I might see if I can get a cowl out of the finished yarn or something.

Spindle Update:

Well, it's Coburg Fox. You could throw it against the wall and accidentally end up with yarn, so it's simultaneously one of my most and least favorite fibers, and those unruly guard hairs don't help. The colors are nice, though! Not sure if the contrast is enough to make for a good fractal spin, but it'll be pretty for sure.

The main challenge with both projects so far is spinning thick enough to end up with a usable 2-ply yarn that actually shows off colors while actually keeping things consistent - but it's the good kind of challenge! I can spin consistently thin, but consistently medium-weight is something I have much less practice at but really want to master.

[elegyofthemoon]

logging o7

a friend and i made plans to play genshin on friday so thatll be fun!! she wanted some help with grinding so i was happy to pick up the game again to help alskfjh originally we were gonna play today which made me panic because "oh god i havent touched this game in a hot minute can it still run???" turns out it can

but while doing that, i realized where i left off was me playing through thoma's hangout for the 1000000th time FOR HIS BIRTHDAY LMAO so i really really havent touched it since and Man. i forgot how much i like thoma.... so that made me happy ALSO HIS VOICE ACTOR... its so weird because just the other day i couldve sworn thats his voice actor who plays jeremiah in lads... so its a funny coincidence that i went back to listening to thoma. his voice acting is just got a certain style to it thats very unique to him. and the way he was so excited to play thoma originally? it makes listening to the voice acting all the sweeter - but enough about me rambling about voice acting again LAKSDJFAH

OH YEAH and making progress a bit in um. the story where i left off. I was doing miko's character story and I think I only have one little bit left and then I think my original plan was to do Kazuha's?? idk aslkdjfha it just makes me happy that i made some progress there asdkljfaslkh it was a Struggle to cont. (internally fighting self basically)

I FINALLY!!!!! AM MAKING PROGRESS!!!! ON THIS STUPID WIP!!!!!! IVE BEEN WORKING ON !!!!! FOR APPARENTLY THE WHOLE !!!!! MONTH!!!!!!!!! I've been dancing around it for a while because I just hated how it was coming out BUT pushing myself to work on it, I'm finally getting things clicking and >:)

Getting news that the one thing that would make me go to work tomorrow got cancelled? 🥳woo! freedom!

I completed going through a Child's Dream in HSR, which was fun!! But now the other areas are kinda. Huge. So it'll be a bit overwhelming to do those BUT it was cool to see the little bits and pieces of memory in there ; v ; it just makes me more sad though for Misha :( ALSO I DIDNT REALIZE YOU CAN PICK UP THE PHOTO OF TRAILBLAZER AND FIREFLY IN THE DREAMSCAPE REVERIE that made me so sad cuz I was just passing through there to find something but :( oh my god (ik this is a happy log i am happy i decided to drop by there again but also what the hell 😭

I'm probably going to use the rest of the night to try and finish up this wip hopefully Might stay up a bit more to go explore/read some stuff in star rail but we shall see :)

[spooniechef]

The Dinner Diaries Days 9-11 - Meat Tips

The last few days haven't exactly been massively exciting in terms of menu stuff. In fact, Monday and Tuesday were pretty much one meal of "heated-up meat, some carbs, something that qualifies as a vegetable" supplemented with fruit smoothies. Today was the tuna broccoli lemon pasta (I finally remembered to go pick up some tinned tuna), so that'll keep me going a little. Just I figured I'd mention a couple of tips and tricks when it comes to meat. I'm sure a lot of this is stuff everyone knows, but ... I didn't know this stuff once, so maybe it'll find someone who needs to know.

Steak: Well, specifically rump steak (other cuts are a whole different beast in some respects, but rump steak is cheaper) but apparently this goes for more or less all red meat. Main thing - let it reach room temperature before cooking. Apparently this helps it cook more evenly. Also, if you spice the steak while it's resting to room temperature, the spices have more time to flavour up the meat. On the subject, one of my favourite things to do with a rump steak for flavouring is to leave it to rest to room temperature in a shallow dish, sprinkled with some garlic salt, some onion powder, a little pinch of celery salt, little bit of dried chilli flakes, and a splash of lemon juice. I'm not sure why lemon seems to enhance chilli, but it does, and that little bit of heat will seep into the steak really well. If you're frying it (which is generally how I do it), heat the pan to very hot but not smoking before putting the steak on - that'll sear the steak and keep it juicy on the inside. Honestly, I figure most of this stuff works for all red meats. As for cooking times, I'm not exactly an expert, because I like my steaks very, very "are we sure they're not a vampire?" rare. I leave them a few minutes per side at most.

Chicken: I'm talking quarter-chicken - thigh and drumstick, still attached to each other, skin on. I'm good at roasting a whole chicken, but I got the general vibe of it from roasting chicken legs on their own. The thing about resting the meat to room temperature before cooking holds true here as well, for pretty much the same reasons. In this case, it's more that whatever salt you're putting in your seasoning mix will permeate the skin and make it nice and crispy - similar principle to making crackling (it's a roast pork thing; I'll handle that one another time). Similar blend, too, though I find the lemon-and-chilli thing a bit overpowering with chicken if not brining it. So I generally stick with garlic salt, onion powder, and a little bit of season-all. Just put it in the oven at about 400F (I generally do 200C fan assist, for those working in celcius) for maybe 15 minutes. If you want to check and don't want to use a meat thermometer, find a small, thin knife and jab it deep into the thickest part of the thigh. If the juices run clear, it's okay to take out. If not, leave it in another few minutes. One of the good bits about the skin being crispy is that it's just another way of searing the meat; not as much moisture escapes so you're not in too much danger of overcooking it if you leave it in a few minutes longer than you need to.

That's basically been the it and all of it - it actually took longer to think about how to describe the tips I used the last couple of days than it did to use them. I do this stuff so often now that I don't even think about it. (Honestly, that was a gripe an ex of mine had with me; he wanted me to tell him how I made his favourite dishes and I gave him so many generalities when he wanted specifics. I measure that shit with my heart, is all.)

Anyway, tomorrow's probably going to be largely about the leftovers, but I'm about to round off today's 'being busy' with making chocolate chip cookie dough from a recipe I found on Gluten Free On A Shoestring. I don't generally post recipes here until I know they actually work, and the dough needs to chill for at least twelve hours, so I'm going to make that now with a view to having at least one mini-break from my work-from-home job involve putting cookies in the oven and maybe rewarding myself for the bullshit my workplace is putting me through right now. I'll keep you posted.