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[thewingedwolf]

eight hour shifts are the devil what the fuck am i supposed to do at work for 7 and a half hours.

[cumikering]

Werewolf Keegan x reader 3

2.3k | fluff The fighter and the handkerchief in his pocket (part 1) (part 4)

How the turns have tabled. You took a selfie with the dude from the woods and sent it to your group chat ‘just in case’, but a few hours later you hopped in his car for dinner.

Yes, Keegan was unsmiling the first time you met, unsettling when coupled with the fact that you were lost and just had a huge wolf sniff you. But that day, with a little smile, he was dashing with his intense blue eyes and short black hair, striking against his creamy skin. He was funny even that he didn’t speak much, which was a shame because that voice.

But if people brought strangers home on the regular, you were allowed to be a little adventurous too, especially after a long week. And it was just a burger dinner, nothing more would stem out of it. At best, he’d be your hiking buddy, and you weren’t going to say no to that. It didn’t hurt that Raider was adorable too.

When Keegan took his jacket off as you waited to be served, you tried not to stare at his solid arms as he leaned back, or the way his strong neck flexed when he turned his head. His eyes piercing as the chuckle rumbled in his chest.

Over dinner, he revealed that he was military which explained the theme of his sleeve tattoo. You wished he’d roll up the sleeve of his t-shirt and lay his left arm across the table so you could see the art in its entirety. Maybe even let you run your fingers down the dips and curves of his arm too, if he was generous.

The chance you took proved to be fruitful because one dinner turned into two, and three. And after a few innocent ‘I think you’d like this place’s from him and a handful of unassuming ‘there’s this place I want to try’s from you, dinner became a regular occurrence when he was in town.

You found yourself looking forward to each meeting, including that day, the last weekend before his next deployment. He said he would be gone for about two weeks, and even thinking of how much you were going to miss him felt embarrassing and clingy.

Oh, but why were you so on edge about it? It’s not like he’d disappear, right? Even when he was away, albeit on short missions, he was steady with his replies at the end of the day, sometimes even called when the time allowed. Those nights his voice would be tired and hushed, but so much richer. The gentleness in it always made you smile as you imagined him far in the middle of nowhere, but looking up the same moon as you. It was selfish of you to not tell him to rest up, so you did, but he always stayed a little longer.

One of you was yet to address what it was between you. It hadn’t even been two months after all – you weren’t supposed to be overthinking it, especially when he was more reciprocating than some of the men who rushed into exclusivity. So was this gift you brought a bit much, presumptuous even?

He took you to a small park at the other end of town for lunch. He’d said he’d take care of the food, promising there would be more than PB sandwiches. You laughed. You wouldn’t mind either way.

Under the clear sky, the both of you sat under a tree and you watched as he unpacked the sub sandwiches and of course some of his favourite treats. You made lemonade and brownies for dessert.

In the distance, Raider ran among other dogs as you ate. You glanced at Keegan, a small smile on his lips as he looked ahead. The trees swayed, the soft rays of the sun shining through the leaves danced on his face. His hair was tousled from the breeze, unusually fluffy that day, tempting you to run your fingers in it.

You couldn’t look away fast enough when he turned to you. He scooted closer, his tattooed arm pressed against yours.

“The subs were great. I can see why the deli is your favourite,” you said, putting the wrappers away. If you were honest, you liked his sandwiches a touch better for the simple reason that he made them.

“I’ll take you there next time. You’ll love their cubano.”

His gaze and soft smile made your heart flutter. You averted your gaze. “I got something for you.” You pulled out your gift and held it out to him. “It’s not perfect but-“

He took the folded handkerchief from you, his smile wide. “It’s perfect.” He ran his finger over the corner, a German Shepherd wearing a helmet you spent too many hours hand embroidering. “I love it, really. Thank you so much.”

He pulled you into a tight hug, the longest one he’d given. His pretty smile remained when he pulled away, so you braved yourself to kiss him on the cheek, the quiet Marine with the odd penchant for peanut butter.

The simmer in Keegan’s chest after the first dinner with you felt foreign, but he knew he wanted to see you again. He’d asked for the selfie you took on top of the trail and found himself looking at it a lot – at you, not him. You were the pretty one and he didn’t like how he looked in photos.

It didn’t take him very long to figure out that he, in fact, maybe, kind of liked you. So he texted and texted, and maybe you didn’t mind that he did because the conversations often lasted well into the night.

He had been busier the past month, and between missions, he preferred to spend the weekends he had taking you to new places in the city while holding hands instead of holing up in the cabin. With a social life and someone he genuinely wanted to talk to at the end of the day, he felt more human than he’d been in a very long time.

He shifted less and less, nowadays the idea of being human was far more appealing than rolling around on the rug as a wolf when he could be seeing or texting you. The thought of the scent never crossed his mind again.

He let himself enjoy your company without the labels – less mess in the future. It always ended the same after all. You just needed a few months to understand why it wouldn’t work out.

But as he sat on the plane taking him thousands of miles away from you, your gift he loved beyond words tucked in his pocket, he wondered if maybe he’d break this time. If maybe he’d give in to his silly daydreams and allow himself to feel more than this, even if only for a short while. Even if when he started he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

His deployment ensued like any other. He’d text you when he got back to the safehouse at the end of the day, and if the time allowed, he’d go outside for some privacy for a call. By then you’d typically be comfy in bed and would tell him to get some rest, but how could he - it was his favourite time to speak to you. He wanted to imagine that he was next to you a little longer before he had to come back to the reality of his cold mattress next to the snoring Ajax.

A week into his mission, Keegan woke up agitated. It wasn’t unusual - some days he would be from anticipation, but it was nothing a little run before leaving the safehouse couldn’t fix. That day, though, the jitters didn’t leave completely.

With their silenced rifles, he and Merrick lay prone behind the bushes, yet the faintest buzz remained in the back of his mind - so faint that it made him question if he was just imagining it. Under the starless sky, they had waited for what felt like hours, but the guards wouldn’t disperse.

It wouldn’t have been a problem on a regular day, but that day was far from good. Once again Keegan closed his eyes as he exhaled, chanting in his head to keep still, his nails digging painfully into his palms, but the urge to strike consumed him.

As a Ghost, he’d been in worse situations with less. He knew he could take down the group with no issue, but he went against protocol. The frown Merrick wore and the deep huffs of breath he took as they proceeded to gather intel told more than enough that he fucked up.

He did. He risked the operation for a compulsion, uncharacteristic of him, an anomaly as a sniper. Keegan was not impulsive.

The captain was wordless the whole ride back. Kick shot a concerned look at Keegan from the rear-view mirror, but he couldn’t meet his gaze. He had spent enough years with Merrick to know that it was the calm before the storm, but he didn’t expect it to strike as soon as the door to the safehouse closed.

Merrick turned to him. “What the fuck was that, Keegan!” he yelled in his face. “You’re a fucking Ghost. You don’t make hair-trigger mistakes, blazing guns when you’re supposed to maintain stealth!”

He grabbed Keegan by his vest and slammed him back against the door, knocking the air out of his lungs. He held his breath, seemingly as shocked by his action as Keegan was. He stepped backwards.

“I deserved that.” The sergeant gritted his teeth.

He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just… Don’t let it happen again.”

With his hair still damp from his shower, Keegan groaned loudly into his pillow, but it was cut short. His pillow smelt different, light and pleasant. He lifted his head, looking at the handkerchief he just buried his nose in. He’d fallen asleep clutching it the past days, the only physical reminder of you as he smiled, remembering your voice while waiting for sleep to fall upon him.

The simmer in him halted. He picked it up, inhaling it. It was nowhere as strong as when he was a wolf, but the scent was there even if just a hint. The tension in his muscles melted away, his weight sinking into the mattress. His breathing slowed, and he fell asleep with it over his face.

The buzzing ceased. He kept your handkerchief in his chest pocket in the field. The rest of the mission went as planned and before he knew it, he was back on the plane. Merrick didn’t mention the incident again.

Freshly showered, Keegan headed straight to your place from the base. It was past dinner time, but he wasn’t willing to wait another night without seeing you.

“Keegan!”

You swung the door open with a smile and he took no time at all to pull you in a bone-crushing hug, making you laugh. He buried his face in your hair, trying not to make it obvious that he was inhaling you. The hug was curiously long to take place in the doorway, but you smiled when he pulled away.

“Smells great here. Did you cook?”

You tugged at his hand, leading him to the dining table where you’d set. “I did. I figured you’d be hungry.”

He always was. “You know me,” he said as he sat.

“I was too hungry so I ate a bit.” You brought the pan of lasagna out of the oven and took the seat across him.

He’d mentioned in passing how his mum always made the dish when he visited. “You really didn’t have to wait up, let alone cook for me.”

“I wanted to.”

His heart raced as you cut squares and served the both of you. With a home cooked meal and a satisfying hug to welcome him home, being back never felt this satiating. He didn’t deserve this.

You looked up, pushing the plate towards him. “Dig in.”

He gripped your hand. “Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes widened, amplifying the thumping in his chest. He was digging his own grave knowing this would inevitably end like any other, but he couldn’t help it.

You gave him a small nod as your eyes went to your hands, chewing on your lip.

Keegan shot up, his chair skidded behind him. He knelt next to you, a hand on your knee, the other on the back of your seat. Leaning into your neck, he wasn’t shy about inhaling you anymore, before trailing kisses along your jaw. With your arms around his neck and that bashful smile, his breath caught in his throat.

His eyes shut, finally pressing himself against your lips, savouring how soft they were and how perfect they were between his. He let out a content sigh into your mouth. You giggled, cupping his cheek and he lingered, trying to commit to memory the shape of your lips. He pulled your soft body flush against him, his fingers gripping your waist.

You pulled away, smile supressed, not quite meeting his eyes. “Have your dinner, Keegan. It’s going to get cold.”

“Don’t care.” He couldn’t hide his grin when he brought your hand to his lips, internally screaming that he finally kissed you. He just hoped his lips weren’t too chapped.

Keegan fought a losing battle. He should have accepted that he’d already lost when you laughed at his lame jokes over greasy burgers, when the thoughts of you started plaguing his mind.

Always a fighter. This time he wanted to be a lover.

More Keegan: second chance, fake dating

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[euniexenoblade]

i'll never eat Five Guys again. i was served a wet burger. not dripping with sauce, nor meat drippings of any kind. water. it was a wet burger.

anyway what's your favorite sandwich place? i don't mind local places of course but what's your favorite sandwich place.

Recently learned I love Cheba Hut. I think it's a national chain but I can't remember if it actually is. Their sandwiches have like, an extra bitterness, a tang. I love it.

Snarf's sandwiches, which I think is here and Texas, is probably my second fave for similar reason. I like their seasonal cubano.

Uhh more fast foody. I like Firehouse. I like warm stuff. Jimmy Johns is second cuz they're only cold. Potbelly was pretty good.

I've ate enough subway in my life that I probably don't need it again.

[shop-korea]

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[0pticblast]

Day 100

I woke up early and watched unboxing and Street Fighter videos. Eric and Amanda had brunch plans so I ate at Calle Ocho Cubano Cafecito by myself. I had Lechon Fries and Passion Fruit Agua Fresca. I waited for a bit until Pre-Release started and I got to see Eric before he left. I'm lowkey glad he didn't stick around because I honestly didn't do so well. I misplayed 1st and 3rd Round when I could've honestly won and I was disappointed in myself .

I drove to Michael and Vee's afterwards to watch UFC. It's been awhile since we've been together. Usually it's Brian, Michael, and I but these past few months someone was busy so we'd take photos of our beers while we watch the fights. I told them about Mo and how it's been hot and cold with her. It got to the point where I'm okay without going out with her and that we're good as friends. I said how she tried to invite her cousins to things when I only intended to see her. They told me that I didn't need to apologize and how they just want me to be happy and that I didn't need all of that. They also said Ashley and I look good together when they watched our YouTube videos. We had tacos for dinner and we drank enough that we were just chilling all night.

When I got home I cried in the parking lot for a bit. I'm on Day 100 without the apps. I'd be lying if I didn't want to reinstall the apps almost every week. This cold turkey is still frozen but I know that I can't be there for anyone right now. To be honest I'd rather just do things on my own minus asking Ashley if she wants to hang out with me. I'll be okay though

[artsysister]

I went to Miami Beach to Sazon. This is what I ate.

Sazon Cubano Restaurant Travel Miami Beach Flans and Three Milks By Teresita Blanco (artsysister.com)

[fru1tb3tz]

I just ate the best cubano of my life holy fuck

[davidsoto666]

Elegguá, Elegbara, Elegba, Echu, son nombres que se utilizan con el niño mimado de la Ocha. Así que presta mucha atención, porque es quizá el Orisha de más trascendencia, tanto en Ocha como en Ifá. Elegguá es un nombre que fue acuñado en Cuba y hay muchas teorías al respecto, pero en realidad se llama Echu. Hoy en día, muchas veces se le llama Elegguá al que es entregado por Ocha y Echu al que es entregado por Ifá, pero esto tiene su historia. Para que estés claro, no encontrarás el nombre Elegguá en África. Este nombre es netamente cubano. El nombre, pudo venir de la degenaración de la lengua, que se desprendía de una ceremonia que hace mucho tiempo ya no se hace, por el tema de la era comercial en la que nuestra religión se encuentra hoy en día, cuando se recibían los Orishas guerreros en la que se

Realizaba un awan y una pequeña prosecion en la cual se cantaba el suyere ile wa Esu que significaba Esu está en mi casa el odun por el cual bajó a la tierra es el 29 de los 256 oduns de IFA Ogbe ate, de igual forma es importante señalar que cuando olodumare repartió todos los Iru mole(energías de la naturaleza a Esu no le tocó ninguna y esté dijo que sería el encargado de reprendernos cuando cometieramos una falta prescrito por olodumare .es por ello que esté orisa se encuentra en medio del opon que representa al mundo ya es el mediador entre las 200 deidades positivas y 200 deidades negativas dando un total de 400+ 1 deidades las que conforman el panteón Yoruba

elewa es el portero de la religión Yoruba tal como lo establece las escrituras de ifa en el odun okana trupon.131 de los 256 oduns de ifa Nos dice: que elewa era el encargado del palacio de Oloddumáre. Sin embargo cuando. Aquel salía elewa. Tenía la desfachatez de sentarse en el trono e imitarlo los demás orisas al darse cuenta de lo que hacía Elewa se lo comunicaron a Oloddumáre y este no les creyó pues elewa era su hombre de confianza hasta que llegó un día que Oloddumáre. Llegó a su palacio. Y se percato de la actitud de elewa lo relevo de su puesto y condenó a ser el portero de su palacio y de toda. Las. Puertas (shilekun) del mundo y vagar por las cuatro esquinas. Shango al enterarse de lo sucedido. Solicito a Oloddumáre el puesto de portero. De su palacio sin. Embargo se negó y le asignó el trabajar. Con la candela. Poniendo a orumila en el puesto que ocupaba elewa y así orumila se convertirá en la mano. Derecha de Oloddumáre

De igual forma es quien se encarga de abrirnos o cerrarnos los caminos una muestra de ello la encontramos en el odun de IFA iroso umbo 77 de los 256 oduns de IFA

Eleguá el Pedigüeño” . Un día Eleguá le pidió un real a Orula para comprar ek��, eyá y epó; Orula se lo dió, pero Eleguá cogió la maña de pedirle todos los días algo diferente, hasta que un día se le antojó pedirle un aunkó. Orula no quiso dárselo a pesar de que su apetebí le aconsejó que se lo diera. Entonces Eleguá se paró en la esquina y a todas las personas que llegaban preguntando por Orula les decía que este se había mudado y no sabía para donde. Viendo Orula que sus aleyos no visitaban su casa, salió y buscó a Eshú,, hizo osorde, y salió este signo donde Ifá le mandó a hacerle Ifá de gratis a Eleguá. Cuando Orula acabó de hacerlo, Eleguá se marchó muy contento vestido de blanco muy figurín. Fue a la playa para que sus amigos lo vieran, en eso se encuentra con un omó Yemayá y Eleguá le dijo, “¡okunle, okunle!,” hasta que tuvo que saludarlo como awó, entonces el omó de Yemayá le pidió para que le hicieran también Ifá. Eleguá pensó le pedirá las cosas por canastas para así pagarle el Ifá que su padrino le había hecho de gratis, recibiendo Orula una fortuna. Toto Iban Eshú.

Muchos creen que el santo que come primero Es Elegguá, pero no Es así señores Babalawos, Uds. saben que hay una historia que confunde a muchos por no saber interpretar el significado. A Elegguá se le brinda primero que a los demás , pero el que primero come Es Oggún y Orishaoko, Elegguá Es el último de los tres, puesto que él en ese caso desempeña el papel de Rey y todos trabajan para él, uds saben que siempre hay que mentar Oggún choro choro, y que Es lo que representa Oggún?, el cuchillo, que si no pasa por el cuello del animal no sale sangre, y cuando la sangre toca el cuchillo antes de caer encima de Elegbá, cae en la tierra, Es por eso que hay un refrán que dice así: ( Orishaoko ofereré uwé), dice que Orishaoko quiere bañarse con sangre, y con Oggún hay que darse cuenta que donde haya accidente está Oggún, si ud le arranca la cabeza al pollo está usando la fuerza, y todas las fuerzas las representa Oggún, analicen, uds saben que el Rey no trabaja

por lo tanto después que está la comida se la llevan a la mesa y primero la prueba el cocinero y el criado .

HIERBAS ( Ewes) de Esu/Elewa

1 hierba fina

2 rabo de zorra

3 aguacate

4 timoreal

5 pica pica

6 pendejera

7hierba fina

8 maztuerzo

9 bledo blanco

10 romerilo

11 almacigo

12 albacar.

13 alacrancillo

14 rompesaraguey

15 hierba bruja

16 ébano

17mejorana

18 perejil

19 algarrobo

20paraiso

21helecho macho

22 cañña de azúcar

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Animales Esu/ elewa

Akuko (gallo)

Owunko (chivo)

Osadie ( pollones)

Eku (jutia/ tlacuache)

Jio jio( pollitos)

[howdoyousayloco]

muggy weather and the neighbor's mangoes

Sometimes when it’s muggy out I say it feels like Florida. Even though my hair will be three times more frizzy by the end of the day and I will sweat my eyeliner off, I love every second. It feels like all of my rose-colored memories from when I am pretty sure I didn't have a care in the world even though that is probably not true.

Muggy weather reminds me of mangoes that grew from a branch of a tree in my grandma's neighbor's yard that she would pick from. Except, not "grandma," because to me and my sisters she was "little lela" since we couldn't pronounce Abuela and she was little and frail from years of chemo and had a much smaller presence than Big Lela, my other grandma, who has had plastic surgery and has tattooed makeup and talks loudly and is a little rude.

My little lela's house was where we spent every trip we made in the summer to south florida. She had a ranch-style house, like most people in hialeah do because of hurricane season, and a linoleum porch that i would crouch on when it was raining sometimes to watch it pour down and feel it on my hands because it was different from the rain at home and was warm. The air was so thick after a rainstorm that it weighed down on you and you could feel it against your skin like honey and it was fragrant with the smell of wet earth. In the front room of her house there was a piano with a bench that i would sit at and pluck out "chopsticks" slowly and it would annoy my older sister heavenly and make my mom think i was a musical genius. The floor was always cold, especially when i would walk barefoot in the morning out of the little room with the dollhouse that was actually a refurbished cd case and had two beds that i shared with three sisters that was next to the bathroom with the sign that said "powder room" on it. I would tiptoe so i wouldnt wake anyone up across the house to the yard with the square of sort of pink concrete that was in the middle of the crab grass that was spiky but didnt have ticks like up north so i could run around in it that was surrounded by wire fencing and palm trees and i tried to catch lizards. I didn't often succeed but when i did i would trap them in a little toy pot so i could show my sisters and parents and little lela who would tell me to get it out of the house and wash the toy. She worried a lot. I guess her life gave her a lot of reasons to.

We would congregate for breakfast in the morning in the living room, all eight of us and eat toasted cuban bread with butter and guava con queso pastelitos from vicky bakery that they don't have here up in Jersey that I am always craving and mangoes that are so much better than the ones we get now and café cubano that i wasn't allowed to have because it would make me short with lots of sugar and milk. I look back on those days like im clicking through a ViewFinder held up to the light. Hazy, otherworldly, so far removed from my current life that it makes me question if i was always who i am right now.

We gathered one time, my whole family with my little brother who was born by then and friends of my awela who were tías even though they werent really and my cousins who i didnt really talk to anymore and tías that were actually tías, and sat around a table that we set up in the front room, the one with the piano, that was filled with cuban food. Bread, and pastelitos, and mangoes, and coffee, and black pudding that i was too scared to eat because did you know it's made with blood, and isn't that weird, and a lot of other things that i dont really remember, and we ate and talked and tried to ignore that little lela was in a wheelchair and she was speaking more spanish than english when its usually the opposite and even though she lived ten more years than the doctors said she would i realized she wasnt immortal and it was scary because she had a tremor and i couldn't really understand her and i felt bad that i couldnt talk to her the same way that i used to because her voice was really high and im not good at speaking spanish and i had trouble looking at her in the eyes because i was old enough to know that she didnt have a lot of time left but too young for that to really sink in and i wasnt sure how to act and so i tried to be happy to make her happy and ate a lot of desert and i thought about other things.

After we packed up, said long goodbyes, and i poorly played her a song on my clarinet, my family squished into the seven seater car that somehow held all of us and took the really long ride back to New Jersey where the mangos were not as good and where there were no vicky bakeries and where little lelas house was not, and i sat cramped in the backseat where it smelled like clementines and the sweat of eight people and gas station coffee, and i played on my sisters DS when she let me and felt weird because i knew it would probably be the last time i would be in this car in florida on a road trip. The last time staying in my little lelas house had came and gone, and we went back after that to Big Lelas house but its not magical anymore it just feels like Florida but in the capitalized way that feels like Vacation and Tourists and Disney Adults instead of just our florida that felt like happiness and home and muggy weather and the neighbor's mangos and i miss it every day.

Its strange to think that florida is Florida to some people, and they take a plane, and they dont see any relatives that havent seen them since they were this big dame un besito mi niñita linda tienes un novio? No? Eso es bueno, men are no good. They go to Disneyland, and they probably stay inside when it rains and dont eat at pollo tropical or stay in a house that doesnt fit all your siblings but maybe im just being bitter because i cant go back to the florida that i want to go back to but maybe everyone has a place like that and its just as hard for everyone to lose but oh well, find a new one because life only moves forward and its not always that easy and definitely not as carefree as you imagined that it most likely maybe was in the past, but it could just be the golden sun that always seems to be behind you teasing you with its unreachable warmth on your back even if its still up in the middle of the sky and doesnt actually move and it still shines over everything because life is still ok and the weather can still be hot and humid and beautiful in new jersey too sometimes.

[casadranguet]

Arte con café (+fotos)

Arte con café (+fotos)

Durante siglos, el café ha sido protagónico en la vida de muchos en Cuba, por eso es fácil suponer que ha tenido un referente en el arte, pues ¿qué es la creación sino, en parte, un reflejo de la realidad?

Indagar la relación entre café y arte es una línea bastante novedosa dentro de las investigaciones que se realizan en el Centro de Interpretación y Divulgación del Patrimonio Cultural…

[foodmyheart]

[I ate] a Torta Cubano Source: https://reddit.com/r/foodporn

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[santeria]

No hay nada que diga "soy cubano" más q sentarse a la mesa y comer pan con tomate, cuando vives en los yunaites y puedes comprar comida decente en la tienda de la esquina.

[get2del-taco]

I really ate half a Starbucks cubano sandwich and passed out on the couch

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

thanks to @thelightofthingshopedfor for tagging me, i'm Bored(TM) tonight and this is fun!!!

rules: tag nine people you want to know better.

three ships: Sylki is the most recent one, and i have many reasons for shipping it but essentially it boils down to (what i consider) extremely good writing, EXTREMELY FREAKING GOOD ACTING, and just the fact that enemies/begrudging-teammates-to-lovers is highkey my biggest weakness in ships. mostly it's just that i think the characters individually, as well as their relationship, are written super super well and in a way that resonates a lot with me personally.

Brax/Romana from the Gallifrey series and i have no idea why it just vibes apparently????

Bellarke is for some reason on my mind lately even though i've never in my life watched The 100? i had a friend who was really into it and she and i would get together and infodump about our respective fandoms, so we ended up trading a lot of random information and at some point i started reading Bellarke fanfic?? idk if i would ever watch the show, but it's definitely a secondhand fandom even after like... however long it's been since that friend and i even talked about it lol. apparently some stuff just stick in your head forever.

last song: pretty sure it was... Top of the World by Greek Fire, i had it on loop earlier and was crying over it

last movie: Princess Mononoke!!! i'd somehow never watched a Ghibli movie before that and honestly? the "i'll slit your throat"/"you're beautiful" scene slaps just as hard as everybody's multifandom redraws implied (which was... actually the reason i originally watched that movie lol). the vibe is also vaguely spooky and i'm EXTREMELY here for that

currently reading: uh... several things?? mostly fanfic but occasionally i sit down and read a few chapters of one of my James Herriot books

currently watching: at this moment i'm sitting next to my kid sister watching Classic Doctor Who, we're on season 18 with the Fourth Doctor and Romana II

currently consuming: nothing?? it's like 11pm right now, but i think the last thing i ate/drank was the huge cup of coffee i made myself a few hours ago (caffeine doesn't keep me awake so i have a habit of having a cup of coffee at 7 or 8-ish while i relax)

currently craving: cubano sandwich my beloved

gonna tag @birdbrain90, @amerakandreamz, @thatgeekydame, @spacekrakens, @ladyverachtung, @susieskinner93, @ontologicalmoki, @starfightersandscavengers, and @bird-of-paradox if you guys want!! also anyone else who sees this and wants to do it, i just picked from my following list and/or mutuals who i don't know as much about :)

[detroitpigout]

This Puerto Rican and Cuban restaurant in Southwest Detroit serves up a big, meaty, messy Cuban sandwich that is everything a Cuban sandwich should be. La Nena’s Sabor de Mami Restaurant in Detroit 3503 Junction Ave, Detroit, MI. Open just 2 weeks in a real 1930 Gas station converted to a restaurant with outside dining. The owner had a place on West Vernor at Lawndale in 2015, we visited several times. Today I picked up the Fantastic Cuban Sandwich, Puerto Rican Rice, Pork Chops and a delicious Soup with Pork, Chicken n Noodles OMG Wonderful. Give them some time to post a full menu and get the hours straight. For now open Tuesday till Sunday mid afternoon thru dinner time. Easy to find on Junction just south of Michigan. Show them some Love. Including my review from old location, looking forward to full menu soon. Only 2nd full day open superior quality Puerto Rican n Cuban food a first for us. Outstanding balance of creative flavor tickled our taste bud's. The Yuca WOWED us think Tater Squash slathered with Butter, Pasteles OMG like a Tamale on steroids loaded with ground Pork and small cut Tater n Veggie we ate 4 n going back for many more. Had a great Cubano Sandwich with Chunky Pork n Ham. The winner of the day Arroz Con Grandules Con Pollo Gisado which be a deep Marinated Chicken in chunky flavor infused bites like no other came Salad n Rice with Lentil. Going back in a couple weeks to work on the menu. Note they be slammed with orders, a few growing pains that be why I say give them a few weeks to work out the kinks. https://la-nenas-sabor-de-mami.business.site/?utm_source=gmb&utm_medium=referral #lanenas #cubansandwich #puertoricanfood #cubanfood #eatswdetroit #motorcitymunchers (at SW Detroit) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUDzNhvg0k9/?utm_medium=tumblr

[foodies-channel]

[I ate] Cubano Sandwich with Honey Crusted Bread.