#but like. the cookies i made are really good.

[wizzdot]

*short fic alert* (fic under page break)

Hear me out. Is this….John Price?!

The 141 get home late from a mission, Johnny and Gaz go straight to the showers and Simon slinks off to wherever it is he winds down after a tough few days.

You have been sat on the proverbial bench for the past few weeks with a bullet wound to the shoulder. While rendered useless to the team, you decide to take up a new hobby. So far, the boys have been lab rats for the taste tests of whatever concoction you pull from the oven.

The burnt cookies (that you’d forgotten to put eggs in) that Kyle had whined about almost breaking his perfect teeth. Johnny managed to gobble them up and didn’t seem to understand what the problem was, leading Simon to joke that the man had no taste buds.

Or the time you accidentally used Salt instead of Sugar in the Victoria Sponge cake. Kyle subtlety threw his slice in the bin while you weren’t looking making sounds as if he had enjoyed in. Johnny ate it, making it look so delicious that you were getting confident that your baking skills were finally improving. Simon took a slice back to his room and in the privacy of his own bed, took a bite, and immediately spat it down the toilet. “Christ Almighty, that fuckin’ twat really doesn’t have taste buds” he cursed.

You perfect your skills over the next couple of weeks, with Johnny and Kyle remaining endlessly supportive of your new venture. But the entire time, John avoids your baking attempts.

“Need to watch my weight, love”

“Wish I could have a bite, but I’m on a diet, sweetheart”

“Can’t afford to pile on the pounds at my age, Dove”

They are John’s favourite excuses. You won’t admit it, but it makes you sad. You want to make all of your boys happy. Also, he isn’t even that old for gods sake.

Simon knows that the Captain is avoiding your god awful attempts. But even Simon notices that your skills are slowly improving. He keeps sneaking cupcakes and cookies into his room and this past week, especially, they’d been… alright. Well - apart from the horrifically deformed attempt of decorating a cake like Yoda. It looked like a slimy goblin with wonky eyes - but it tasted ok.

So picture this, they get home from a three day long mission. You’d missed your boys. You’d left your most recent cake on the kitchen counter before going to bed. You climb out from your bed when you hear their tired footsteps heading down the hall.

You poke your head out of the door. Johnny and Kyle come over and give you a soft hug. “Christ, you boys stink” you say. “Fuck off” Kyle laughs, before stripping himself of his shirt “gonna hop straight in the shower anyway. See you in the mornin’, yeah?” he asks. I nod and watch as he leaves towards his room.

Johnny stands, watching Kyle retreat. “I smell even worse than him, hen” he says, trying to shove your head into his armpit. You fight him off and shoo him down the hall.

Simon walks past and gives a small nod, “you might want to go and see Price. He made a beeline for the kitchen” he grumbles, continuing on his way casually.

That comment puts you on edge. Is John hurt? Is he looking for you? You quickly slide on your fluffy slippers and shuffle down to the kitchen as quickly as you can.

The scene that greets you is the last thing you expect to see. The Captain, in a wide stance, leaning one hand on the counter, devouring your Cake (the best one you’d baked so far!!!) with just a single fork. He’d polished off at least half of it, showing no signs of slowing down.

You can’t help but giggle at the scene. “Is it good…?”

“Fuckin’ hell, Love. It’s delicious”

The blush that erupts over your cheeks is immense.

“That was supposed to be shared..” you mumble.

“Not in a sharing mood” he says through a mouthful of cake.

“It’s rude to chew with your mouth open, Captain” you joke.

“Teach me some manners then, sweetheart” he teases, stabbing the fork into the top of the remaining quarter of cake before crowding into your personal space.

“Cakes almost as sweet as you” he whispers into your left ear before leaving the kitchen with a smug smile as you stand frozen in place.

“Oh, I’ve forgotten something!” He mentions from down the hall before turning back and snatching the cake box from the counter. He pauses on his way out, pecking you on the cheek and heading to his office as if that was totally normal behaviour.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t stand touching the spot that he’d kissed for half an hour after he’d left.

Your phone interrupts your frozen state. It’s a text from the group chat.

………..

Johnny: “Kyle, d’ya think Cap told her how he feels yet?”

………

Johnny: “c’mon ya cunt, don’t ignore my message. I know your out the shower I can hear you laughin through the wall”

………

Simon’s voice bellows throughout the hallway “wrong fuckin’ chat, you moron” followed by Kyle cackling and Johnny swearing loudly.

You’re still standing in the doorway of the kitchen, in shock, when the door to John’s office opens.

“Guess you saw that, eh?” he asks, sheepishly.

You nod your head, zoning in on a piece of icing on the corner of his mouth. As if on instinct, you reach up and wipe it with your finger, sticking it into your mouth, before freezing again, realising what you’d just done.

Johns eyes follow your finger, hungrily.

“If you wanted to taste it, you could’ve just asked, love”

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

I LITERALLY THOUGHT OF YOUR JASON WHEN I SAW THIS TIK TOK: it was someone getting emotional because of their s/o reconnect with hobbies they did during their childhood.

and i just thought of jason presenting reader with baked treats, unknowingly rambling about the treats him and alfred made to give to bruce and kids of crime alley.

and reader just tearing up or (if like me) full on crying and jason holds your hands with his mitten hands, wondering if you burnt yourself from eating them too quick. only for reader to be emotional over his hobbies before he died :(

Cookie Sheets

Ah!! Wait, I LOVE this. Here's a little (mostly) fluffy ramble that spiraled because self-control and Jason Todd do not go together for me. ~500 words

You didn't think anything of it, when Jason picked up baking ingredients during your weekly grocery shopping trip.

You were mildly curious, when he pulled out a worn, handwritten page from his pocket and started to move around the kitchen, pulling bowls and pans out of the cupboards.

You were engaged, watching silently from where you're sat, when the smell of baked goods started to fill your apartment.

He was obviously focused, eyebrows knitted together, and lower lip pulled between his teeth. You really, really wanna listen to the cliché 'kiss the cook' apron he's wearing, but something about the intent look in his eyes tells you this is important.

So you wait, content to study him as he moves fluidly around the kitchen. Your bright grin matches the giddy expression on his face when the oven timer goes off.

It's when he's finally, carefully moving each cookie off the tray to cool when he starts to talk, "Alfred and I used to bake together all the time."

You straighten out immediately, "Yeah?"

He hums in acknowledgment, "Yeah. For everyone, really. Brownies that B took into the office for his meetings. Cakes for Dick to take back to the Titans. Bags of cookies for the kids on the streets. Pies for the shelters in Park Row."

"Oh," You say softly, and the weight of what he's doing settles on your shoulders. It makes your throat tighten, in grief of what was taken from him and in pride that he's rekindling that part of his life.

You almost want to cry over the fact that he's really always been so good. You practically jump out of your seat, moving to pluck a cookie off the counter.

"Doll," Jason practically cries out, voice pitching. He goes to snatch the treat from your hand, "It's still hot!"

You bite into the cookie instead, "It's delicious."

His eyes soften a little, but he still fixes you with a disbelieving gaze, lifting your hand to inspect it for burns, "They weren't going anywhere, you know."

"We can make more, if you want. Take them down to the soup kitchen," You suggest, a little sheepish as he presses a kiss to your fingertips.

Jason smiles at you, and you know you've said the right thing, "I'd like that." His eyes dart back to the cookies for a moment, "Were they really good? It's been a while since I, uh, made them."

You grab another cookie and grin, biting into it even under his disapproving glare. This time, you listen to the apron and plant a kiss on his cheek, "They're good. Really good."

He kisses your forehead in return and tentatively picks up a cookie, turning it over and inspecting his work. He takes a bite, like he's braced for it to be nothing like he remembers. But his body relaxes instead, "Yeah, doll, they are."

You spoil yourself and chase his lips, curious to see if his baking tastes just as good on his tongue. (It does)

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

i'd love to see more from the poly reader x poolverine verse im obsessed w them

"I didn't realize your... roommates were home today," Your sister said helping the youngest into his coat.

"It's what happens when you don't call," you caution. "They live here. You want free babysitting, you accept the terms. Sometimes it's kazoos. Sometimes it's roommates." For now, you'd accept her calling them roommates. It was partly true. And it was less rude than what your mother had said. She called them your caretakers.

Sarah narrowed her eyes at you and you shrugged, "They're fed and in one piece. And Zach has part of his social studies paper done. You're welcome."

She watched for a second as her boys willingly accepted hugs and kisses as you ignored her, beseeching them to learn something at school and make good choices and she sighed, "Thanks."

"Call next time," you tell her giving her a meaningful look. You didn't live alone anymore. And if she didn't want her kids exposed to certain things then she needed to give you enough lead time to hide those things... Today she got lucky.

________________

"Shhh," Wade said, holding up a hand, "You hear that?"

"Hear what?" Logan said opening a beer.

"Silence," Wade sighed, sinking on to the couch next to you, handing you a glass of wine. "Holy shit."

"And that's why I like being the cool Aunt," You tell him yawning. "I show up late. I bring presents. I leave before the crying starts. And then I enjoy my nice quiet house."

Logan snorted and reached over to rub your neck as he took your other side and picked up the remote, "Nice little racket, bub."

You take a sip from your glass and stretch, snuggling into Logan's side and putting your feet in Wade's lap, "Not too shabby, boys."

"For roommates," Wade teased, smacking the bottoms of your feet affectionately. "Didn't know roommates fuck like we fuck."

"Sorry-"

Logan grunted and wrapped his arm around you, "Pause was doin' some heavy lifting there."

"Mom... doesn't approve. What dad knows depends on the day. And I think my grandparents would just drop fucking dead. So. There's that." You lean over and lift a sleepy Mary into your lap and stroke her back before resting your head against Logn again. They are who they are and you are who you are. You don't fit in with the cookie cutter perfect family they have and you haven't from the second you took your first breath. But you fit here with a variant and a mercenary and their ugly little rat dog.

"We could ruin Christmas," Wade offered, "Just go make out in front of-"

"Or," you hum, "we can leave well enough alone so I can still hang out with the kids and let them have someone around that's somehow less fucked up even if I'm objectively a mess."

The boys traded a look and Logan kissed the top of your head. They'd work out the specifics later but for now, as long as your sister kept her comments to herself they'd behave- mostly. As long as it meant you got to see the kids. Because it was clear it made you happy, and because; truth be told, it hadn't been too bad today.

Wade cradled one of your feet in his hand and grinned, "I got a question."

"Might have and answer," you tell him, hissing when his thumb hit a tender spot on your instep.

"Why do all the rugrats call you, Shush?"

"My parent's housekeeper calls me Sugar," you answer. "Everyone sort of adopted it and Zach couldn't say it- so it devolved into Shush and stuck."

"Stop it, that's precious," Wade cooed, "I thought they called you that because they were always telling you to shut-"

"Not all of us went to school thinking our first name was Damn it," you snort.

Logan smirked and let go of you long enough to light his cigar. "What'd she call your sister?" he asked.

"Honey. Or Princess if she was being annoying... it's just that neither ever really stuck."

[fkinkindagauche]

The Most Gourd-geous Pumpkin in the Patch

I did, in fact, start a fic based on this Wiggly Wednesday. The first chapter is up on AO3 - read it here, tags/content warnings over there. Brief description - No Upside Down Omegaverse AU, explicit, Steve and Eddie meet in their mid-to-late thirties over some pumpkins.

Here's a little excerpt.

“Hello?” a man’s voice said. Steve could hear loud music playing in the background. 

“Um, hi,” Steve said. He hadn’t prepared a spiel like he usually did when calling someone, and he froze. Amos meowed loudly.

“Are you a cat?” the man asked, laughter in his voice. “Is a cat calling me? This is wild.”

“N-no,” Steve stammered. “I mean, yes, there is a cat here, but there’s also a person. Me. Steve.”

“Ooooh,” the man said. “The plot thickens. A Steve and a cat. What’s the cat’s name?”

“Amos,” Steve replied automatically. How had this conversation gone off the rails so quickly? Amos lifted up his head at the sound of his name and meowed again.

“Anus? You named your cat anus?” the man asked, incredulous.

Steve rolled his eyes. He hadn’t anticipated how common this response would be when he chose Amos’s name, but a surprising number of people did mishear it as “anus”. “No, no. Amos. With an M as in major. Amos, like the Famous Amos cookies. Or the minor prophet in the Old Testament.”

“That makes a lot more sense,” the man said. “So, Steve and minor prophet slash cookie cat, to what do I owe the pleasure of your call?” 

“Um. I got a card. In my door today. From Munson’s Curiosities. About selling pumpkins.”

“You’re the pumpkin magician!” 

“Well, I don’t know about that. It’s my first time growing them.”

“Even more magical. Those have got to be the most perfect pumpkins I’ve ever seen.”

Steve felt himself blushing. Over praise of his pumpkins. What was going on? “Um, thanks?” he said. “Anyway, I wasn’t sure what you meant, by your message. Did you want to buy my pumpkins, or did you want to sell me some pumpkins?”

“Why would I need to sell you pumpkins when you’re a pumpkin magician?” the man asked. 

“The lack of punctuation on the note made the situation unclear,” Steve explained. 

“Well I feel like the context clues made it very clear,” the man interjected, though he just sounded amused, not annoyed.

“What do you want the pumpkins for?” Steve asked. 

“Need to make sure they’re going to a good home? I get it. I’m doing this Halloween-themed event in a few weeks, and I just thought they would be perfect for decorating.” 

“Hmm. Alright. You can have six,” Steve said. 

“Awesome!” the man replied, seeming genuinely enthused. “How much do you want for them?” 

“Oh, you don’t need to pay me,” Steve said awkwardly. “I just grew them for fun, and wasn’t expecting them to all survive. I don’t actually need eight pumpkins.”

“Let me at least buy you a drink or something, man.” 

Steve thought about it for a second. Did he really want to agree to getting a drink with this rather unconventional stranger? He had grown more introverted in recent years, and generally avoided potentially awkward social situations, preferring to stick with people he knew well. But he had actually been enjoying this odd conversation. “Alright, fine. I can bring the pumpkins with me, and we can meet somewhere for a drink.”

“Fantastic! You doing anything Friday night?” 

“No,” Steve was slightly embarrassed to admit. “I’m free.”

“Great. Meet me at Bobby’s at 8? I have a lot of hair, I’m hard to miss.”

Steve laughed. “Alright. Wait, what’s your name? I never asked.”

“Eddie,” the man said. “Eddie Munson.” Again, Steve felt a vague sense of recognition, like he’d heard the name before, but he couldn’t quite place where.

[lilsoftext]

•~* FULL OF SURPRISE *~•

-chris sturniolo x female reader

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It was just past midnight when Chris leaned back in his gaming chair, stretching his arms over his head. He had just finished editing the last clip of the night, a funny highlight from his latest stream, and was feeling a strange combination of exhaustion and restlessness. He glanced over at Sof, who was curled up on the couch, her face illuminated by the soft glow of her phone screen.

“Hey,” Chris said, breaking the silence. “You feel like doing something crazy?”

Sof looked up, an amused smile already forming on her lips. She knew Chris too well—he always had these bursts of spontaneous energy, especially late at night. “Define ‘crazy,’” she replied, raising an eyebrow.

Chris grinned, pushing his chair back and standing up. “I don’t know. Let’s just get out of here. Drive somewhere. Do something unexpected.”

Sof tilted her head, intrigued. “Where are we going to go at this hour? Everything’s closed.”

“That’s the fun part,” Chris said, already pulling on his jacket. “We don’t need a plan. We’ll figure it out as we go.”

Sof laughed, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous. But... I’m in.” She stood up and grabbed her coat from the armrest. “Where are we headed, captain?”

Chris flashed her a mischievous look. “Anywhere but here.”

They hurried out the door, adrenaline kicking in as they climbed into Chris’s car. The air was cool and crisp, and the streets were quiet, the world seemingly asleep around them. As they pulled out of the driveway, Sof leaned back in her seat, feeling a thrill she hadn’t expected.

“So,” she said, glancing over at Chris, “what’s the plan, really? Or are we just driving until we find something interesting?”

Chris smirked, his hands gripping the steering wheel. “We’ll know it when we see it. Trust me.”

They drove through the empty streets, passing darkened houses and quiet storefronts. The silence of the night was broken only by the low hum of the engine and the soft music playing from the radio. Sof felt a sense of excitement bubbling up inside her. There was something freeing about not knowing what would happen next, about leaving behind their usual routines for something spontaneous.

About twenty minutes into their drive, Chris suddenly swerved off the main road and into a parking lot. Sof looked around in confusion. “A gas station? Really?” she asked, amused.

Chris grinned, pulling up next to one of the pumps. “Not just any gas station. The best gas station snacks you’ll ever find.”

Sof rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress her smile. “You seriously brought me out here for snacks?”

“Hey,” Chris said, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Midnight snacks are an adventure in themselves. Come on.”

They both hopped out of the car and made their way inside, the bright fluorescent lights almost blinding after the darkness of the night. The gas station clerk barely looked up as they entered, clearly used to odd late-night customers. Chris immediately made a beeline for the snack aisle, his eyes scanning the shelves with childlike enthusiasm.

“Alright,” he said, turning to Sof, “pick anything you want. We’re going all out.”

Sof laughed, grabbing a bag of chips and a couple of candy bars. “You’re too much, you know that?”

Chris grabbed a random assortment of snacks—chips, cookies, energy drinks, and a massive slushie for good measure. They paid for their haul and headed back to the car, where they sat parked under the neon lights, tearing into their snacks like two kids on a sugar high.

“So,” Sof said between bites, “was this your grand adventure plan all along?”

Chris chuckled, shaking his head. “No, this is just the beginning.”

They continued to drive, munching on their snacks and talking about everything and nothing. The conversation flowed effortlessly, the way it always did with them. They shared stories, jokes, and dreams, the miles slipping away beneath them.

After another hour of driving, Chris suddenly turned down a narrow road that led into a wooded area. Sof glanced out the window, curious. “Where are we now?”

“Wait and see,” Chris said, his tone teasing. The road eventually opened up into a small clearing by a lake, the moonlight reflecting off the still water.

Sof gasped. “Chris, this is beautiful!”

Chris parked the car and turned off the engine. “I figured it’d be a nice place to just... chill for a bit. No distractions, just us.”

They got out of the car and walked to the edge of the lake, the cool breeze ruffling Sof’s hair as she gazed out over the water. It was so quiet, so peaceful—nothing like the hustle of their usual days. Chris stood beside her, his hands in his pockets, his eyes focused on the shimmering surface of the lake.

“I needed this,” Sof said quietly, breaking the silence. “Just... to get away for a little while.”

Chris nodded. “Me too. Sometimes, everything gets so... loud. It’s nice to just be somewhere quiet.”

They stood there for a while, taking in the tranquility of the moment. It felt like time had slowed down, like they were the only two people in the world. Sof leaned into Chris, and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

“You’re always full of surprises,” Sof said with a smile.

Chris laughed softly. “That’s my job, right? Keep things interesting.”

“You definitely do,” she replied, her voice warm with affection.

They eventually headed back to the car, but neither of them was in a hurry to leave. They sat on the hood of the car, sharing the last of their snacks and watching the stars above. Chris pointed out constellations, making up funny stories about them, while Sof listened, her head resting on his shoulder.

As the night wore on, they finally decided to head home, feeling lighter than when they had left. The drive back was quieter, the earlier excitement replaced by a comfortable calm. By the time they pulled back into their driveway, it was nearly 3 a.m.

Sof stretched as they got out of the car. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

Chris grinned. “Told you it would be fun.”

“It was,” Sof admitted, smiling at him. “Thanks for dragging me out of the house.”

“Anytime,” Chris said, pulling her into a hug. “I love our spontaneous adventures.”

Sof hugged him back, feeling a sense of contentment settle over her. “Me too. Let’s do it again soon.”

Chris smiled as they walked back into the house, already thinking about where their next adventure would take them. But for now, he was happy just knowing that, no matter where they went or what they did, as long as Sof was by his side, life would always be full of surprises.

---

[coveofthesiren]

Hiii, could I request a Carl Grimes oneshot about cute aggression? Carl doesn't like to show affection because he fears it will make him look weak or vulnerable, but he just can't help how excited and touch starved he becomes around the reader and ends up randomly biting their hands or arms.

In other words: Carl is whipped and won't really want to show it but will bite you any chance he gets

I hope you're doing good, sorry if the prompt is shitty, I never do reqs 🏃‍♂️

Not a Walker

Pairing - Carl Grimes × Reader

Warnings - None that I can think of!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Carl had always been cold. Always stone-faced. He hated showing emotion, it made him feel weak.

Even when you got together, he refused to show any more emotion than he viewed as necessary. That all changed when you found your way back to the group after getting separated for over a month. Upon seeing you after what felt like an eternity, he wasted no time practically tackling you.

In the weeks following he became more and more affectionate. He was constantly nearby, holding your hand, leaning his head on your shoulder, playing with your hair...pretty much anything he could do to be close to you. It was like he had become a different person, no longer caring if it made him seem weak.

When the next supply run came around, Carl refused to let you out of his sight. Having gotten lost during a run, you were basically his only focus. If you somehow got out of arms reach he would grab your arm, locking it with his own as you continued to look for things on the list.

Once the sun had set and everyone had started heading back to the vehicles, it became increasingly obvious how tired the boy was. His head didn't leave your shoulder until you were both settled in the backseat. As you stare out the window, a sudden nip at your arm draws your attention. Looking over you see Carl looking up at you sleepily, an innocent grin on his face despite having just bit you.

"What? You're just so cute! I can't help it." His voice is high-pitched, eerily similar to that of a child having been caught digging in the cookie jar.

"You're not a walker, Grimes, so quit acting like one."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AHHH! Sorry this took so long! I know it's super short, and it's def not my best work but I really didn't wanna keep you waiting any longer! I really hope you enjoy it, and I can always re-write it if you want :)

[g8d]

its wack that i have to eat

dgmw i love food but like im binging and ive quit enough shit that i know i can grok Just Quit but like. moderation escapes me

[nothingbizzare]

Three tipes of people on valentine's day

[maretriarch]

Just in time for 4/13 here's the second line of my r63 dolls, this time CREEPover themed with bonus accessories! in an ideal world they would come in adorable recuperacoon shaped packaging. and probably a sopor slime making kit because kids love slime. which one are YOU picking up from your local Goreget today?

[tongues--and--teeth]

What if just this once, things worked out?

[hecksupremechips]

Shinjiham is cute when it’s romantic but tbh I think i vastly prefer the idea of them being best friends instead. Like, neither of them really saw it coming and weren’t really looking to get another best friend (Shinji has Akihiko, Kotone has Junpei and Yukari respectively) but it happens anyway. Kotone takes a liking to Shinji much faster than she does anyone else and I’d say a big reason is just the fact that he’s so reserved that it allows Kotone to do most of the talking while he just listens and they love this arrangement cuz Kotone doesn’t get to talk about her own interests very much. Though I think some of her needs to talk to Shinji stems from this insecurity that he isn’t happy in the group and she has this people pleasing problem and wants everyone to be happy so she makes a much bigger effort to talk to Shinji. And it’s very unfortunate because Shinji intentionally acts cold and distant because he doesn’t want to form any attachments because he wants to die soon, but aaaaaaaagh dammit this girl just keeps talking to him and being sweet and encouraging him to engage in his interests and share them with the others and he just can’t seem to say no when she’s got those damn puppy eyes. And Kotone is just able to get him out of his shell by being persistent but not in an overwhelming way, she’s very cheerful and supportive of him. And Shinji is able to offer her support by encouraging her to talk about herself and by making sure she’s taking care of herself. They just click really well and make such a positive dent in each other’s lives and it’s all about basic acts of kindness going a long way you know?

[ageless-aislynn]

Nowwwwww, I facetiously mentioned at the bottom of this post about the Halo: Reach achievement:

To do that, you have to go under or close to par time on pretty much each level ON LEGENDARY.

I have beaten Reach on Legendary but it probably took me closer to 30 hours than 3 because I did my slow, methodical strategies to get through. I did the par time achievement by running past everything I could on Easy. Can I combine the two successfully?

I decided to give the first level "Winter Contingency" a try (after watching some Youtube vids on getting this achievement, of course 😉). Par time is 15 minutes.

That was my third try, the first was 16 and some minutes, the second got it to 15 and some and then that one got under the par by 32 seconds! I should note that this is considered one of the easiest levels to do on Legendary and the guide I watched by the ever-awesome Halo Completionist did it under 12 minutes and you're going to need every spare second you can scrap together to give you a buffer for some of the long, difficult levels. But still!

It's silly, I know, but I feel so proud of me! I'm an old lady (well, middle-aged, if I'm being generous 😜) playing Halo with shaky hands but I made under par time on Legendary! 🥳🥳🥳

PS - Tried it again and got 13:55!

[usertoxicyaoi]

“Because Sung Ho was the only one sitting on his left side ...” HIS MAN 2 (2023). Jun Sung + Sung Ho in Episode 5.

[pekoeboo]

some thoughts.

been thinking about actually giving the Primordial SMP a real story title after all this time, since it's not really an SMP anymore. it used to be based on actual Minecraft gameplay, but Cookie and I have just come up with so much original content over time that it's kind of its own thing now, to some extent??

only thing I'm really unsure of is whether or not I should continue to tag it with the Minecraft tag, since like. part of it still very heavily references things that have actually happened while playing MC, including direct relation to a legit adventure map that doesn't belong to us (as well as some gameplay mechanics that are relevant for certain parts of the story). but also the story is filled with a LOT of original content that we just came up with ourselves, like the characters and their backstories, so I don't know.

I do know I'll likely be splitting everything into three distinct Acts, with both Act I and Act II of the story taking place within Drehmal and Atria, respectively (two worlds based on actual Minecraft worlds that we've played in)... so maybe just those two could be tagged as Minecraft? not sure. Act III takes place within Aya's home world though, which is a fully original concept that's separate from any Minecraft mechanics or ideas, so I don't need to worry about that.

either way, all of this is still just kinda rotating around in my head for now. haven't decided on a story title yet, but if I do, I'll be sure to let y'all know how I'm planning on organizing it from that point on :'0

[reggiestein]

dont talk to me

[ereborne]

What is a Monday? A miserable little pile of obligations.

semester turnover restructure

generate/send out error reporting

figure out how to separate out unique counts

create polite reply to Massive Dick Move email

finish the bad book >:(

bò kho (not an obligation. dinner)

laundry

lizard bath