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[scarletunit6]

THE GREAT BRITISH BREAKFAST!

"And then to breakfast, with what appetite you have." Shakespeare

The great British breakfast is famous (or notorious) throughout the world! Actually nowadays it is a bit of a myth, today many British people are more likely to have a bowl of cornflakes or a cup of coffee with a cigarette than to indulge in the wonders of this feast!

However that is not to say that the traditional breakfast is dead, far from it, it's just not often eaten every day of the week. Speaking as a true Brit I occassionally push the boat out and treat myself to the full monty (not to be confused with the film of the same name).

The typical English breakfast is a 19th century invention, when the majority of English people adopted the copious meal of porridge, fish, bacon and eggs, toast and marmalade, that has now appeared on English breakfast tables for 100 years.

The annual consumption in the United Kindgom is 450,000 tonnes of bacon, 5,000 tonnes of sausages and millions of eggs, so you can see the Great British Breakfast is very much alive and well. It has retained its popularity as one of the country's favourite meals, and survived a whole series of eating trends and food fads.

Mrs Beeton would have recommended a large list of foods for breakfast such as, bread, rolls, toast, toasted teacakes, Sally Lunns; eggs cooked in various ways; fish, baked halibut steaks, fried whiting, broiled fresh herrings, soused herrings, fishcakes, broiled kippers, 'Findon' haddock, sprats fried in butter, fish kedgeree, fried salmon, salmon pie, baked lobster, codfish pie, cod's steak, croquettes of cod's roe, herrings stuffed with fish. Fruit such as stewed figs, stewed prunes, and fresh fruits in season. Game and pheasant legs, brawn, devilled drumsticks, and meat dishes both hot and cold, such as collared tongue, kidneys on toast, sausages with fried bread, pig's cheek, Melton pork pie, ham, galantine, spiced brisket, pressed beef...

So what does the great British breakfast consist of nowadays?

Simpsons in the Strand, a well know (and expensive) restaurant, serves breakfast daily. Their full English breakfast consists of the following:-

The GREAT BRITISH BREAKFAST at £13.95 includes:- Toast with jam or marmalade, pastries, fresh orange juice, freshly brewed coffee, a choice of cereals, porridge, stewed fruit or half a grapefruit, The Simpson’s Cumberland sausage, scrambled egg, streaky and back bacon, black pudding, grilled mushrooms and tomato and a daily newspaper (not for consumption).

In addition to the GREAT BRITISH BREAKFAST, for serious breakfast eaters, Simpson's offers THE TEN DEADLY SINS - at £15.95 per person this includes: Toast with jam or marmalade, pastries, fresh orange juice, freshly brewed coffee Choice of cereals, porridge, stewed fruit or half a grapefruit The Simpson’s Cumberland sausage, fried egg, streaky and back bacon, black pudding, lamb’s kidneys, fried bread, liver, bubble & squeak, baked beans, grilled mushrooms and tomato.

Hand, L.R. (2019). British Food - British culture, customs and traditions. [online] Learnenglish.de. Available at: https://www.learnenglish.de/culture/foodculture.html. ‌

Guests may also choose from an à la carte selection of classic breakfast dishes such as: Smoked Haddock Kedgeree; Poached Finan Haddock; Quail’s eggs with haddock; Smoked Salmon with Scrambled Eggs; Grilled sirloin steak with grilled mushrooms and tomato and welsh rarebit. There is also a selection of plain, cheese, bacon, herb, mushroom and smoked salmon omelet

[michimonie]

Gus the Goose's Spaghetti with Peas

(Disney Recipes: From Animation to Inspiration)

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"With the technical experience of an industrious and productive grandmother, int he 1939 short movie Donald's Cousin Gus, this silly goose is able to knit spaghetti with tomato sauce into a sock, and then consume it. Rather messy, one would say. He can also shuffle and deal slices of bread, cheese, and luncheon meats into sandwiches the way dealers in Las Vegas hand out cards—all before a befuddled Donald Duck. In honor if Gus the Goose's voracious appetite, here's a recipe for the spaghetti he loves so much. Of course, you won't have to knit yours, nor should you suck the peas off your neighbor's plate with a straw, either!"

"P.S. He don't eat much."

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HOW TO MAKE IT

4 Servings 45 Minutes Preparation Time

INGREDIENTS

28 ounces - canned whole peeled tomatoes 1/4 cup - extra-virgin olive oil 1 medium - onion, finely diced 1 tablespoon - chopped oregano 1 cup - vegetable stock 4 ounces - peas, frozen, defrosted 1 pound - spaghetti salt and pepper to taste Parmesan cheese to taste

Crush tomatoes with your hands in a large bowl.

Heat a large pot of water to boiling. Heat olive oil in a large nonstick sauté pan until hot. Sauté onion until softened but not browned.

Add crushed tomatoes and oregano, bring to a boil, and reduce to medium heat, cooking until pasta water comes to a boil.

Add salt to boiling water, and cook pasta until al dente.

Add vegetable stock to tomato mixture and bring to a boil. Stir in peas, turn heat low, add salt and pepper to taste.

Drain pasta, reserving 1/2 cup of cooking water.

Add pasta to tomato sauce and continue to cook 1 to 2 minutes. Add some of the reserved water if a bit dry.

Serve on a large platter, garnished with grated Parmesan cheese.

VARIATIONS

Change the shape of the pasta to penne rigate and use "stringed" English peas still in their pods, cooked for just 1 to 2 minutes. Otherwise, proceed as above.

MENU IDEAS

Serve this pasta before "Captain Hook's Codfish Fillet" and a large portion of "Pumbaa and Timon's Potatoes with Caramelized Onions."

NOTES

Add leftover roast chicken or turkey to the tomato sauce to transform this vegetarian delight into a hearty dish.

WHAT CHILDREN CAN DO

If you are lucky enough to get fresh peas, little hands can help with the shelling. They can also crush the canned tomatoes.

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[justsomewritingblog]

Dancing With The Devil

Request: Nope

Requested by:  Nobody

Pairing:  Jacksepticeye/Antisepticeye x reader

Rating: PG-13

Summary:  You’re Jacksepticeye’s best friend, and he turns into Anti.  

Warnings: Mentions of blood, mentions of swearing, kind of gruesome descriptions, (it’s Anti) demon possession of a stereo

A/N: This was fun.  I also had a couple writing blocks…….so, if it’s a little choppy, I’m sorry.

Word count: 819

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You wandered through your best friend’s house.  He was currently recording, so you were staying quiet, although, it’s not like the viewers would hear you over his obnoxiously loud voice. Jack stepped into the kitchen and screamed, causing you to drop the bowl you were holding.  It shattered, and you looked down at the shards scattered across the floor.  You looked back up at him.  “I’m sorry.” Jack shook his head.  “It’s my fault.”  He chuckled.  “You should have seen your face though.”  He somehow remained grinning, even though there were pieces of glass everywhere.  You stared at him, mouth agape.  He walked over to you, and softly put his thumb and forefinger on your chin.  He smiled at you.  It was a nice moment until, “Close your mouth.  You look like a codfish.”  You rolled your eyes, but complied anyway.

You bent down, and started picking up the pieces.  Jack joined you, and picked up the biggest pieces. You heard Jack cuss lightly under his breath, so you turned to look at him.  It was then when you saw it.  His eyes briefly flashed a different color.  Your eyes widened, and you looked down at his hand, which had been cut.  You looked back up at his eyes, which were flashing from blue, to green, and back to blue.  You furrowed your eyebrows in worry, and scooched a little closer.  His eyes were rapidly changing now, as if Jack was trying to stay in control.  “Jack, it’s okay.”  You said. All of the sudden, the room got cold, and it felt like it was buzzing.  You winced, because the buzzing was also hurting your ears.  You heard a cackle, and you turned to look at Jack. His eyes were green now, with green mist coming from them.

All of the sudden, the lightbulb shattered, and you let out a shriek. You turned, and Jack’s eyes were the only thing you could see.  He let out another cackle.  “Ja-Anti.” You started.  The creature turned towards you, “Can I have some light, please?” You asked.  Anti emitted a green fire from his uninjured hand, and held it. You smiled.  “Thank you.  Follow me.” You stood up, and began walking around, avoiding the glass, Anti following you.  You got to the bathroom, got out the first aid kit, and made your way into the living room.  You gestured at the couch.  “Sit down please.”  Anti complied, and you turned on the light, making him hiss.  You had a good look at him.  He had grown fangs, and his ears were pointed with his earrings in them.  He had stitches across his neck from Halloween, and his hand was still bleeding.  He closed his other hand, effectively putting out the fire.  You slowly reached for his wounded hand, as to not disturb him.  When you got about three inches away, you stopped.  “May I?”  He looked up at you, and nodded.  You smiled lightly, and carefully took his hand in yours.  You pulled out some paper towels, and began cleaning away the blood. Because he’s a demon, he does heal faster than a normal human would, but you still needed to fix him up for maximum healing.

You had cleaned his wound, and was currently wrapping a bandage around it, when he reached up, and brushed your cheek with his hand.  You made eye contact, and you raised an eyebrow. He shrugged, so you went back to work. As soon as you finished, Anti turned his hand over, looking at the work you did.  A spark flew from him, and hit your radio.  You gasped, and turned to it.  Its color has changed from a blue, to a scratchy grey, while emitting a green, eerie glow.  It had begun playing old classics, and Anti grabbed your hand, and started swaying to the music.  You chuckled, but played along.  You two spent about half an hour, just dancing around your room, until Anti started tickling you.  You gasped. “Anti, no!!”  You screamed.  He had tackled you to the ground, and tears were streaming down your face.  “Stop it!!”  You yelled. He finally rested his hands, as you caught your breath.

After you had both relaxed, you were sitting on your couch, with Anti’s head on your lap.  You were running your hands through his hair, as you hummed.  Soon enough, he was asleep.  You smiled.  He then opened his eyes.  His eyes were now blue, and his normal features had returned.  (As did your stereo)  He walked to the kitchen and swept the remaining pieces of glass.  You raised an eyebrow, slightly confused, as you pushed yourself off the couch.  As he dumped the remaining pieces of glass into the garbage can, he turned his head to you.  You re-raised your eyebrow, and he grinned at you, his eyes flashing green for a split second.  You raised your other eyebrow, and smiled back.

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A/n:  Yikes, how do y’all read this?  I mean, I realize I wrote this a long time ago and I’ve improved since then (I hope) but wow.  Cringe levels are off the charts

[pronounsrus]

can i request some fish themed pronouns pretty please^___^

Of course!

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Ang/Angler/Anglers/Angler's/Anglerself

Angler/Angling/Anglings/Angling's/Anglingself

Aqua/Aquarium/Aquariums/Aquarium's/Aquariumself

Aqua/Aquarist/Aquarists/Aquarist's/Aquaristself

Aqua/Aquatic/Aquatics/Aquatic's/Aquaticself

Anchov/Anchovy/Anchovies/Anchovy's/Anchovyself

Blub/Blub/Blubs/Blub's/Blubself

Bub/Bubble/Bubbles/Blubble's/Bubbleself

Bite/Bite/Bites/Bite's/Biteself

Bait/Bait/Baits/Bait's/Baitself

Bob/Bob/Bobs/Bob's/Bobself

Barb/Barb/Barbs/Barb's/Barbself

Brack/Brackish/Brackishes/Brackish's/Brackishself

Barra/Barracuda/Barracudas/Barracuda's/Barracudaself

Blue/Fin/Bluefins/Bluefin's/Bluefinself/Blueself

Blow/Fish/Blowfishes/Blowfish's/Blowfishself

Carp/Carp/Carps/Carp's/Carpself

Clown/Fish/Clownfishes/Clownfish's/Clownfishself/Clownself

Cod/Cod/Cods/Cod's/Codself

Cod/Fish/Codfishs/Codfish's/Codfishself

Cat/Fish/Catfishes/Catfish's/Catfishself/Catself

Cray/Fish/Crayfishes/Crayfish's/Crayfishself

Dart/Darter/Darters/Darter's/Darterself

Dory/Dory/Dorys/Dory's/Doryself

Dog/Fish/Dogfishes/Dogfish's/Dogfishself/Dogself

Eel/Eel/Eels/Eel's/Eelself

Fin/Fin/Fins/Fin's/Finself

Fish/Fish/Fishes/Fish's/Fishself

Fish/Fishing/Fishings/Fishing's/Fishingself

Fishing/Line/Fishing lines/Fishing line's/Fishing lineself/Lineself

Fishing/Net/Fishing nets/Fishing net's/Fishing netself/Netself

Fishing/Rod/Fishing rods/Fishing rod's/Fishing rodself/Rodself

Fishing/Pole/Fishing poles/Fishing pole's/Fishing poleself

Fish/Pond/Fish ponds/Fish pond's/Fish pondself

Fish/Bowl/Fish bowls/Fish blow's/Fish bowlself/Bowlself

Fish/Keeper/Fishkeepers/Fishkeeper's/Fishkeeperself/Keeperself

Fresh/Water/Freshwaters/Freshwater's/Freshwaterself

Flound/Flounder/Flounders/Flounder's/Flounderself

Gil/Gil/Gils/Gil's/Gilself

Gold/Fish/Goldfishes/Goldfish's/Goldfishself/Goldself

Gup/Guppy/Guppies/Guppy's/Guppyself

Hook/Hook/Hooks/Hook's/Hookself

Jelly/Fish/Jellyfishes/Jellyfish's/Jellyfishself

Koi/Koi/Kois/Koi's/Koiself

Larva/Larval/Larvals/Larval's/Larvalself

Mari/Marine/Marines/Marine's/Marineself

Mack/Mackerel/Mackerels/Mackerel's/Mackerelself

Mar/Marlin/Marlins/Marlin's/Marlinself

Min/Minnow/Minnows/Minnow's/Minnowself

Manta/Ray/Manta rays/Manta ray's/Manta rayself/Mantaself

Pole/Pole/Poles/Pole's/Poleself

Pond/Pond/Ponds/Pond's/Pondself

Pike/Pike/Pikes/Pike's/Pikeself

Ray/Ray/Rays/Ray's/Rayself

Scale/Scale/Scales/Scale's/Scaleself

Swim/Swim/Swims/Swim's/Swimself

Sal/Salmon/Salmons/Salmon's/Salmonself

Sword/Fish/Swordfishes/Swordfish's/Swordfishself/Swordself

School/School/Schools/School's/Schoolself

Salt/Water/Saltwaters/Saltwater's/Saltwaterself/Saltself

Shoal/Shoal/Shoals/Shoal's/Shoalself

Star/Fish/Starfishes/Starfish's/Starfishself/Starself

Shark/Shark/Sharks/Shark's/Sharkself

Sea/Horse/Seahorses/Seahorse's/Seahorseself/Seaself/Horseself

Tail/Tail/Tails/Tail's/Tailself

Tail/Fin/Tailfins/Tailfin's/Tailfinself

Trout/Trout/Trouts/Trout's/Troutself

Tuna/Tuna/Tunas/Tuna's/Tunaself

Water/Water/Waters/Water's/Waterself

🐟/🐟/🐟s/🐟's/🐟self

🎣/🎣/🎣s/🎣's/🎣self

🐠/🐠/🐠s/🐠's/🐠self

🐡/🐡/🐡s/🐡's/🐡self

🎏/🎏/🎏s/🎏's/🎏self

🦈/🦈/🦈s/🦈's/🦈self

🍣/🍣/🍣s/🍣's/🍣self

🌊/🌊/🌊s/🌊's/🌊self

💦/💦/💦s/💦's/💦self

[koreanfoodrestaurant]

https://maps.app.goo.gl/6KTG65do2FdMSEWa7

[종로찌게마을, Jongno Jjigaemaeul]

If you want to experience real old Seoul people's life, then you should visit this restaurant ✨️

You know, a restaurant in which many old people are in is the most delicious one in that area. This place is perfectly fit in this statement ❗️

Now in viral, also many young people are waiting in a queue. You know what it means 😌

Okay, the foods you must order are

1. 알고니볶음/Stir fries of Fish Roe and Intestine

The most popular menu in this restaurant. Actually I visited here for this. This is the red one on pictures I posted. Stired and fried with special sauce, you can taste real Korean style food with steamed rice. You may recognize you already ate 2 bowls of rice with this 😋

2. 대구탕/Codfish Soup

Second food I strongly recommend to you guys. One funny old idiom : Korean food must be served with a soup ❗️While you eating your rice, you may recon that you need a soup for drinking. Then this crystal clear codfish soup will satisfy your thinking.

❗️You must order 'extra' codfish soup, not for a main dish one❗️

🔥 And all of these foods are perfect with soju and beer

I hope you enjoy this restaurant while you traveling in Seoul ♥️

All of questions, text me 📩

[darksapphire29]

Imagine #5

Peter being afraid of needles.

Warnings: blood, needles, inaccurate description of wound-fixing (basically; don't copy how the reader fixes Peter cuz idk what I'm doing)

You pumped your legs harder, faster. Your heart pounded in your ears. Your limbs ached with every swift movement and you had a stitch in your side. Your pursuers followed with an energy you had left in the camp.

“This way!” Peter hollered from in front of you. He turned suddenly, your exhausted brain making you nearly ram into a tree. Luckily, Peter had slowed to grab your hand. He dragged you along through a thicker and darker part of the forest. After a minute, he pulled you around behind a tree. He pressed his back into the bark, his arms wrapped over your stomach as he clutched you to his body.

The two of you stood immensely still, huffing and puffing, sweat dripping down your back.

The pirates ran right past you.

The stupid men hurried off into the woods, and when their grumbles were out of earshot, you slackened against Peter. A relieved laugh bubbled up in your chest. Peter’s chest shook behind you. His angelic giggles filled your ears, and soon you were both trembling with mirth.

Not 10 minutes earlier, that codfish Hook had somehow found his way into camp. But it didn’t matter. You and Peter and the Lost Boys were prepared and hungry for a fight. Before you ran off to play tag, half of them were bleeding on the ground. It was grand fun. It still baffled you how they ever thought they could win.

“How many… did you get?” He gasped from behind you. You were still laughing, ignoring your ever-worsening stitch.

“E-Eleven.” You turned to face him, and he was grinning, his eyes sparkling with joy. It was a rare and beautiful sight. But then, he winced, and your laugh caught in your throat.

“You alright?” You took his hand, feeling familiar tingles from his skin on yours. It gave you butterflies, but something was wrong.

“Yes, I’ll… I’ll just walk it o—” He cut himself off, collapsing into you. You caught him, you hand touching something warm and wet on his side. He cried out.

“Peter! H-Hang on, we need to get you b-back…” You looked around quickly, trying to remember where you were. You had never been to this part of the forest before. You looked back down at Peter. The side of his shirt was soaked in his blood, and some of it dripped onto the leaves.

You lowered him onto the floor, peeling back his shirt to look at it. A long line of his skin was split open, blood leaking down the sides and staining his paling skin. It wasn’t too wide, but it was deep. You guessed he had been sliced by a sword. It was a clean cut. Easy enough to fix. But that didn’t make it easy to look at. Against your wishes, you started to tear up.

“Oh my gosh…” You whimpered, staring down at the red in shock. “A-Alright. L-Let me see if I h-have anything…” You searched your pockets. Normally, you would bring supplies for something like this. You were basically Neverland’s doctor. But you hadn’t, this time.

“Peter, I-I don’t have anything!” Your hands were shaking. Peter grabbed them.

“(Y/n), it’s okay…” He croaked. He closed his eyes, frowning a little. Suddenly, he was lying on a cot, and you were kneeling beside him in your healing chambers.

“Oh, Peter, thank you.” You scrambled to your feet and ran to the cupboard. Gathering ointments and disinfectant and stitches and bandages while Peter groaned in response. You placed everything on the table beside the bed, gathering some cloth and a bowl of warm water.

“Okay. This is gonna sting, so, on three?” Peter nodded; eyes squeezed shut. You breathed out slowly. “One…” Peter’s breathing sped up a little, and your chest tightened. “Two…” You got some scissors and cut open his shirt so you could get to the wound. “Three.”

You dabbed gently on and around his cut. You swiped away any dirt and washed the cloth in water a few times when it filled with blood and grime. All the while Peter squirmed and grunted and whimpered. It broke your heart to know you were causing him this pain.

"For Neverland's sake, Peter!" You grumbled, washing out the cloth for the third time. "Were you running even... even with this?"

How could the poor boy even move with such a wound, let alone run around in the forest?

Peter shrugged while lying down, which you weren't afraid to admit looked really weird.

"What could I say?" He smirked. "You were having such a good time, after all. It was fun... you don't smile like that often." You shook your head.

"For the record, Pan, you hardly smile at all." He laughed, but his eyes showed his pain. Both physical pain and emotional.

There was one speck of dirt that wouldn’t budge, you using the corner of the cloth to try and move it. Peter squeezing the mattress, you finally got it out.

When you finished cleaning, you rinsed off the cloth again. Your hands were a little red. You gagged at the sight. There was so much of Peter's blood; on your hands, in the bowl, on his shirt, on his skin, on the cot... it worried you. And it had to be fixed up before he lost any more.

“Peter.” He groaned again, opening his eyes to look at you. There were swollen and misty. “I’m going to need to stitch it together.” Peter’s eyes widened. He recoiled into the bed.

This was always the part you and every Lost Boy hated most. You just hoped Peter wouldn’t kill you; on purpose or accidental.

You’d had stitches before, and it sucked. The only difference here was, you were all out of poppy seeds, and Peter wasn’t about to fall asleep any time soon. Besides, he was the lightest sleeper on the whole of Neverland. So, you were going to give him a needle.

He seemed to read your mind, and you saw he was trying to prepare himself. You gathered your things, dabbing disinfectant around the wound. But when you brought out the needle, he was stiff as a board. “You okay?”

“Of course.” He said a little too quickly. You giggled.

“Are you afraid of needles?” He glared at you, trying to look intimidating. You waved the needle in his face. He flinched.

“Aw, Pan, it’s alright. (Y/n) will be gentle with the scary needle.” You teased.

“Just get it over with.” He growled. Your gaze softened.

“Really, Pete. It’ll be alright. Loads of people are afraid of needles.” You tried calming him down, the playful mood dissipating faster than it appeared. Peter scoffed.

“I am not afraid of needles.” You smiled softly. It was cute that the tough and intimidating Peter Pan was afraid of needles, but it was a pretty big needle. You weren’t about to mock his pride. Not again, anyway.

“Wanna hold my hand?” You held out your other hand for him to take. He looked away from you before he (somewhat begrudgingly) grabbed it. You smirked.

“Shut up.”

You positioned the needle over his skin, and he looked over into your eyes. His gaze steering clear of the small but sharp object.

“Ready?”

“No.” He grinned sheepishly, before it was replaced with a look of fear. He gulped, clutching your hand. Just before you pushed the needle through his skin, a vase nearby exploded. You and Peter jumped, a few shards of glass flying across the room. One of them nicked your cheek while another got your arm.

"(Y/n), I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" You shook a little, the needle still in your hand. You looked over to where the vase used to be, little pieces all over the table and ground. Some were even sticking out of the wall behind it.

Lucky for you, th vase was on the other side of the room. So aside from a scratch here and there, you were fine.

You looked back down at Peter. "Uh... yeah! Yeah, let's just finish this."

He didn’t move while you injected him. And to your relief, nothing exploded this time. He watched you with guilt in his eyes.

He fell asleep almost right away, and you went to work sewing him up. When it was done you washed the blood off his and your skin, taking off his shirt completely and putting him in a fresh one. Then, you sat in a chair with a book and waited for him to wake.

When he finally stirred, the first thing he searched for was you.

“(Y/n)?” You heard, and you put the book down.

He was looking around the room for you, eyes blinking slowly and his arms stretching above him. It was adorable.

“I’m here.” You smiled. His head turned slightly to the side, finding you. He smiled lazily.

“Come here.” You sat on the bed beside him, he not even bothering to sit up yet. Which was good, since it would ruin your human needlework. He grabbed you shirt and tried pulling you down. But he was still weak from sleep.

“Oh, stop it, Pan.” You giggled, taking his hands away. He just linked his fingers with yours. “Your still injured, and there isn’t enough room, anyway.”

Peter pouted. “You know you… want to.” He tried, but then yawned slightly. You laughed at his attempt to seduce you. He frowned.

“You’re tired. Get some rest.” You kissed his forehead, standing up to walk away. But his hand was still holding yours.

“I just was resting.” He argued, going to sit up. You quickly grabbed his shoulders.

“Don’t!” He stopped. “You’ll hurt yourself. Pop the stitches I was working on for hours.” He chuckled.

“My hero.” You ignored the sarcasm, forcing him to lie down.

“And as your hero, I am ordering you to go back to sleep.” He rolled his eyes, letting go of your hand and sighing (rather dramatically).

“Only if you stay with me.” You thought about it for a second, biting your lip. You weren’t a sound sleeper. What if you touched his stitches? Or took all the blanket? Or rolled on him? Or pushed him out of bed? Or—

“Just get in, (Y/n)!” He laughed at your thoughts, and you gave up. You climbed under the blankets next to him.

He went to roll on his side to face you, wanting to hold you. But then he winced and stopped himself. Instead, he put his arm under your neck and tucked you into his side. You laughed at the awkwardness of it all.

“Happy, now?” You giggled. He smirked at you.

“More than happy.”

***

“So, All-Powerful Pan… wanna talk about your fear of needles?”

“Shut up.”

You laughed.

[kitchenwitchtingss]

hi! i love your blog so much. i am an aspiring kitchen witch:) i was wondering, do you have any recipes that would serves as a good offering to hermes, or recipes that he would like to be a part of in general? thank you for the amazing posts as always~❤️

Wellll he usually seems to like things like beer, honey, eggs, and clean water. So what about some honey beer-battered fish?

HERMES HONEY BEER BATTER FISH

Ingredients

5 cod fish fillets

12 oz bottle beer of choice (the alcohol with boil-off while cooking, please don’t have a heart attack yet)

1 beaten egg

4 cups vegetable oil (for frying)

2 tbsp raw honey

2 tbsp garlic powder

1/2 tsp paprika

1/2 tsp old bay seasoning

Salt and pepper (to taste)

1 cup flour

Directions

In a pan or bowl, combine flour, old bay seasoning, salt, pepper, garlic powder, and paprika. Whisk in your beer, honey, and egg. Season your cod with salt and pepper.

Coat your codfish in batter one at a time, pour oil into a deep pan or pot. The oil should be about 3 inches deep. When your oil becomes very hot. Add your cod into the oil and let cook until golden brown, about 6 minutes, or until fully cooked. 

Plate with some fries and enjoy!

[askwhatsforlunch]

Red Kuri Squash Accras (Vegetarian)

When, we were holidaying in Guadeloupe in the Summer of 2017, we ate giraumon (a local squash) accras by the water in Pointe-à-Pitre, and I’ve been thinking about them ever since. The most common you find in the West Indian island are the famed and also delicious  Accras de Morue, made with codfish. But, I wanted to try this vegetarian option -great thing to make if you have under six guests over for New Year’s Eve- ever since our drinks at The Yacht Club. We can’t find giraumon here, but Red Kuri Squash is close enough in texture and taste and makes beautiful Red Kuri Squash Accras. I made those as a side to a lobster with Caribbean flavours for our Christmas Eve dinner, and they were a success!

Ingredients (makes about 16):

1/2 large Red Kuri squash, rinsed

1 Sprig onion

2 fluffy sprigs flat-leaf parsley

1/4 Habanero chili pepper

1/3 cup + 2 heaped tablespoons plain flour

1/2 teaspoon baking powder

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/2 teaspoon freshly cracked black pepper

1 egg

1 tablespoon whole milk

about 1 litre/1 quart vegetable oil

Seed Red Kuri Squash halve, and cut into two large pieces. Place in a steamer, and cook, over simmering water, about 25 minutes, until both flesh and skin are tender. Remove from the heat, and let cool slightly. Then, scoop out Red Kuri squash flesh into a large bowl, and let cool completely. Set aside.

Finely chop Spring onions and parsley and combine in a medium bowl.

Put on disposable latex gloves, and chop Habanero chili pepper very finely. Add to the Spring onion and herb mixture.

In a small bowl, combine flour and baking powder; give a good stir. Set aside.

Thoroughly mash cooled Red Kuri squash with a potato masher. Season with salt and black pepper. Stir in herb and chili mixture. Break in the egg and stir into the squash mixture along with the milk until well-combined. Finally, fold in flour mixture until just blended. Cover bowl with a tea towel, and let batter rest, at room temperature, at least an hour.

Heat vegetable oil in a large, deep skillet or pot over medium-high heat.

Once the oil is hot, using two tablespoons, gently drop dollops (heaped tablespoonsful) of the Red Kuri squash batter into the hot oil. Fry accras, about 5 minutes on either side until golden brown and crispy. Transfer to a plate, ladden with paper towels to absorb excess oil. Repeat until there is no more batter.

Serve Red Kuri Squash Accras immediately, very hot, with lime wedges and Ti’ Punch as appetizers, or along as a deliciously crispy side!

[haitianculture509]

You will need a clean sterile jar.

Be sure to rinse the garlic, shallots, onion, and peppers after peeling them.

Ingredients:

2 garlic cloves, peeled and slice thinly

12-15 shallots, peeled and sliced

1 small red onions, peeled and cut in slivers

1 jalapeño pepper, cut ends and slice

4-5 Scotch Bonnet peppers, various colors, cut ends and chopped

6-8 black peppercorns

2 cloves

1/2 tsp seasoned salt

1-2 Cups of Sour orange juice

(Filipino lemon called Calamansi is a good substitute; or lime juice. I highly recommend the sour orange or the calamansi juice better)

Direction:

Place everything in a bowl except the juice. Add the seasoned salt and mix together.

Put all in your glass jar and set aside.

Pour the juice in a saucepan and let it get hot but not boiling.

Then pour it in the jar over everything to the top.

Seal your jar, shake it once or twice.

Let it stand at least until cool, but preferably 24 hours before using.

It is great over fish, codfish, tassot and griot. Can be added to all other meat. Use it to your taste. Enjoy.

My family love it. This was my mom’ recipe.

[grimalkinmessor]

Refract

(Okay, so, a friend of mine pointed out--after I pestered her for days--that she can't read things on Ao3. So I'm reposting this here so she has no excuse to deny me feedback anymore 😜 Love you, Hev!!!)

Starker - Superior Iron Man/The Spider

It was an oversight on his part.

A grevious oversight.

An oversight that was costing him time, money, and popularity. Unacceptable. Time was annoying, money was dispensable, but someone had publicly defaced his name. On his own damn building.

Unacceptable.

Tony stared up at Stark Tower with a scowl that could melt titanium. Several jittery, frightened PR agents and employees fluttered around him, not daring to get too close. At least they weren't that stupid.

"Who did this," Tony seethed. No one answered him for a beat, and his fury skyrocketed. "Who did this? I want a fucking name!" He roared as he whirled on the fidgety interns, who scattered like bowling pins in the face of his rage.

"W-We don't know, sir," A random employee in a lab coat stuttered. "The c-cameras were s-sc-scrambled, sir; they didn't catch the perpetrator. But the criminal did leave behind this." She shakily extended a black slip of cardstock, and Tony snatched it from her.

He flipped the flimsy strip of paper over to reveal a bright red spider printed in the center of the black. His lip curled up into a sneer. "A spider? Is this supposed to be a calling card?"

The woman swallowed. "With all due respect, sir," She pointed a trembling finger up at the message splattered across the stainless steel and glass of Stark Tower in drying blood, a body staked beneath it. Tony unwittingly followed her gaze. "I think that's enough of a calling card."

He's Gone

STARK

Ravin' Mad!

Tony snarled, "I'll find this bastard. And when I do, they're going to wish they'd never been born."

•🕸️•

Rumors of a mercenary called the Spider littered the darknet like candy wrappers. Attestments to his prowess, curses to his name, shaky accounts of his insanity. It was enough for Tony to put together a profile, but not enough to get an actual name.

The Spider had popped up in the merc community about six months ago, by the looks of it, and began to carve his name into the world with numerous bodies in various stages of dismemberment. Statements said that he hung around a regular haunt for mercenaries all the way in New York, but no one had ever seen his face, nor heard of a name beyond the one used as a title.

"What the hell was a merc from New York doing in San Francisco? Besides fucking up my building," Tony growled as he ripped ruthlessly through firewalls and code locks in search of more to go on.

When further digging yielded nothing, Tony nearly flipped the table over in a fit of anger. Instead, he dug his fingers deep into the lacquer his desk and drew in a deep breath. Tapping the bracelet on his wrist, Tony stood and rolled his shoulders. "JARVIS, clear my schedule for the next week. I'm going to New York."

"Shall I reschedule your meetings for next week, sir?"

"No. I wasn't going to go to them anyway. Send Pepper and her complaints to voicemail," Tony drawled as the symbiotic metal slunk up over his chest and secured itself into something solid.

"Of course, sir."

Then Tony was off to stomp on a pest.

•🕸️•

Tony Stark walking into Sister Margaret's was like a lion strolling into a herd of sheep. The entire bar immediately went silent, tension and fear thick and cloying on the back of his tongue. Tony strode across the room with easy confidence until he reached the bar itself. The crowd of unwashed murderers parted for him like the Red Sea for Moses.

Shaggy, dirty blond hair hung over thick coke bottle glasses to tangle in an even dirtier goatee. Bloodshot eyes of an unidentifiable color glanced lazily up at him. An almost imperceptible flash of tension twitched through the bartender's body, before it slumped back into a nonchalant slouch. "Can I help you, Wall Street?"

"Weasel, is it?" Tony drawled, the picture of relaxation. "I'm looking for a friend of yours."

"Friendship is for toddlers and Bronys," Weasel sneered. "Whoever you're looking for, they aren't here. Now run along back to your supermodel orgies and Extremis campaigns. Unless you have a fetish that makes you make want to rub elbows with us peasants, that is."

"Oh, but I would just love to get up close and personal with a certain arachnid of yours. Because he's already rubbed me all kinds of the wrong fucking way." Tony lashed out a hand caught Weasel by the collar of his hoodie. Almost every patron in the bar pulled a gun on him, and a few even shot. Tony glanced back dispassionately with half-lidded eyes as the bullets ricocheted off his force field and sought their way back into their owners' skulls. Six people dropped to the floor of the bar, dead. Tony sniffed and turned back to Weasel, whose calm facade had abruptly abandoned him. "You have three days to get the Spider to come to me in San Francisco, or I burn you and your establishment to the ground, understand?" He said darkly.

Weasel had gone pale, faintly green, and he looked half a second away from puking as he nodded rapidly. Tony released him and wiped his hand off of his pants with a grimace.

"Good. Three days, and then I come after you with war on my heels. Don't disappoint me."

Tony left the bar behind him and straightened out his three-piece suit with a huff. He flicked his wrist and the surveillance device he'd implanted in Weasel's phone flared to life. Sure enough, not five minutes after he'd walked out of the bar, the Bluetooth in his ear flared to life.

"Wes! What's the occasion? You calling to congratulate me? I've gotten several thank you notes in the mail these past few days—I'm famous!" A voice considerably younger than Tony expected chirped.

"You are an absolute fucking idiot that's going to get me killed," Weasel snarled back. "Do you know who just walked into my bar?"

"Kesha!"

"Tony Stark, you fucking crazy bitch," Weasel hissed. "Your little stunt on your last mark brought Zeus himself down on my ass. Now you have to get your ass down here and fix it before I strangle you."

The voice's jovial tone dipped into something black and sharp. "Careful, Jackie. You wouldn't want two demons on your ass, now would you?"

A falter, then Weasel seemed to shake it off and said, "Just get down here before I throw away all of your Gushers."

"Not my fruit snacks! You monster!"

Tony's nose scrunched up in reproach. This was the man who'd defaced his building? Well, from the sound of it, the 'man' was a boy who wasn't really all there. Not that the knowledge softened Tony's ire in the slightest.

His bracelet pinged with a location. Tony grinned, shark-like, and let his armor slough over him once more. From there, it wasn't hard to launch up and over the few streets to where the signal was originating from. Sure enough, a brief scan of the alley displayed a man with all his organs neatly arranged outside his body on the dirty concrete. A small figure was crawling along the wall of one of the buildings, away from the scene. It was a full body suit made of black spandex, which left little to the imagination. The same blood red spider symbol that had been printed on the card marred both the back and the chest of the suit. The Spider.

Bingo.

Tony dove down towards the alley and fired off a repulsor blast just in front of the figure. Recoiling back from the blast, two slim lenses of red snapped over to glare at him. Tony slid to a smooth stop just before the Spider and hummed as the merc tipped his head at him. "Hi there, Muffet. I don't think we've formally met."

The lenses flickered at him as the Spider leaned back to lounge easily on the wall. "Nope, can't say we have. But what is formality, really? It's an outrageous concept when you think about it. After all," Here, the Spider leaned forward and his mask stretched like he was smiling beneath it. "If formal was wearing a codfish on your head, would you wear it?"

The casual reference to Alice in Wonderland reignited Tony's fury at the message left on his tower. It was obviously meant as a dig. He raised his hand to fire off another repulsor blast right at the Spider's face, but instead of looking scared, the brat just draped an arm dramatically over his face like a fainting maiden.

"Oh my, mister, please don't shoot me," He bemoaned in a theatrical southern bell impression. He fanned his mask with his other hand, only held up by his feet as he swooned. "I don't think I could take you teasing me so."

Before Tony could disperse the cloud of confusion the Spider's rambling had incited, the brat flipped off the wall and onto Tony's shoulders. One hand keeping his balance, the other reached between the shoulder slats and wrenched out a handful of wires. The suit guttered.

"Oops! Hope you didn't need those," the Spider sang as he backflipped off Tony and onto the nearest roof. The suit quickly made up for the lost tech, but it was enough of a stall for the Spider to vanish, "It hasn't been a pleasure, Stark! Buh-bye!" Called over his shoulder.

•🕸️•

Tony was infuriated.

He was known as the unbeatable, the untouchable, the one not to be outwitted. He was Tony fucking Stark.

And yet in his first altercation with what had to be a middle level threat, he hadn't been able to get a word in edgewise, much less actually make a move. It tore at his pride until he became obsessed, tearing through archives and sending scans through voice recognition for something—something that would give him leverage.

Which he shouldn't have even fucking needed in the first place.

But no, there was nothing. Nothing but the memory of a glittery voice laughing in his ear, the stretch of black spandex over distinctive muscle that made Tony take more bedpartners than normal, growling angry obscenities into the sheets as he took everything out on his conquests—both his rage, and his lust. It left them bruised and limping away from him after, a spooked look in their eyes. It just made Tony angrier.

Three days ticked by with nothing. Then, just when Tony was fully ready to go blast Sister Margaret's into next week, about to take off towards New York, an encrypted email pinged into his inbox. It was an address.

'Do not tell him I gave this to you. If you can't kill him, then I don't want him coming after me. Frankly, I'm more scared of him than I am of you. I just don't want you nuking my bar.

—W'

Tony bared his teeth in a savage grin, triumph blooming hot in his chest. The slight niggle of indignance in the back of his mind—the brat was hardly more intimidating than him—went ignored. Address loaded into his suit, he shot off towards Queens.

•🕸️•

The side of the building exploded beneath the force of the blast Tony directed at it. He flew forward and could have laughed in delight when the sound of a familiar voice cursing reached his ears. The dust began to clear as Tony ventured confidently into the rubble. A rough bout of coughing drew Tony's eye towards the far wall, which had collapsed on top of a waifish figure that was struggling to pull themselves up.

Wild brown eyes snapped up to glare at him, plush lips twisted into a snarl that bared actual fangs. "You bastard," That same shimmering voice rasped, scraped raw with pain. "You destroyed my lab!"

"You hung a dead guy from my tower," Tony replied as he made his way forward, head tipped to the side curiously.

"Oh don't tell me you're mad that I killed one of your chairmen." Doe eyes rolled as the kid shook out the dust from his curls. He had freckles. Tony drew his tongue across his bottom lip, intent. "I doubt you have actual emotions as it is. You didn't even know he worked for you, I bet," He said daringly as he twisted to try and push the wall off of him.

"You smeared viscera all over my name. Literally," Tony growled as he stalked even closer.

"If it makes you feel any better, it wasn't actually about you," the Spider drawled as he began to heft the wall up with the barest of strains. A mutant.

It decidedly did not.

Tony raised an arm and fired off a slip of liquid metal. It landed on the piece of wall the Spider was levering and quickly forced it back down. He wheezed as the full force of Stark tech crushed back into his chest. Tony stopped to look over the pinned bug, brow raised. He leaned down to better take in the amber shine of narrowed eyes, the sprinkle of freckles across a button nose, the endearing tangle of coffee curls draped over dark spider-leg lashes. He took in the sharpness of those bared fangs, then admired the petal pink softness of those lips. Tony wondered if he defanged the little pest, if they would grow back. More relevantly, how quickly would they grow back, and if he could fit his cock between those lips in the recovery time.

He leaned down even further. "Did you really think that you could get away with defaming me?"

A wide, broken glass grin cut up at him. "What're you gonna do, big man? You gonna toss me off a building? Threaten my loved ones? I don't have any!"

Just then, JARVIS chimed in his ear, "Facial recognition scan complete, sir. The Spider's true identity is one Peter Benjamin Parker."

"Peter Parker, huh?" Tony mused with a grin. The feral amusement slid off the Spider's face, and he went pale. "Let's call your bluff, Spidey. Any extended family, J?"

"All deceased, sir. But records display what appears to be a close friend of Parker's: Harry Osborn."

Tony smirked, "Is that so?"

He expected Parker to blanch further, maybe even make a bid for his friend's life, but to his surprise, Parker just tossed his head back and laughed, long and loud and unhinged. He gasped for air in between cackles, and Tony flicked his fingers in annoyance. The metal pressed the wall down harder, and Parker wheezed out a last delirious giggle. "You think I give a single shit about that piece of literal fucking human garbage? You're grasping at straws, Red Queen!"

Tony wasn't deterred. "I'd say something witty involving 'off with your head', but I've come to the realization that I don't actually want you dead," He mused as he propped his boot on the wall as well, just because he was feeling vindictive.

Parker raised an eyebrow, both wary and intrigued. It probably wasn't very often that people declared that they didn't want to kill him. He searched Tony's face with eyes that had lost their earlier giddy sheen. In their place were two hard shards of topaz, much more intelligent than the madness he'd observed before. "Then how do you want me, Executioner?"

"At my feet," Tony hissed as he fired a second slip of metal right at the kid's face. It was a sedative, one that worked instantly and wore off only when the tech was removed.

Parker was out like a light.

•🕸️•

However tempted he was to tie Parker to his bed, Tony wasn't an idiot. The casual strength the brat had displayed would hardly be the only mutation Parker had up his sleeve, and Tony didn't want his house trashed. So he tossed Parker into the cell he'd created to house the Hulk, then left to give himself a congratulatory glass of Scotch, leaving JARVIS with orders to notify him when Parker woke.

Tony poured himself three fingers of Scotch, feeling like he'd caught a wild panther. He had wrangled a wild animal into a cage, a collar ready to be fastened around its neck, but the challenge of taming the beast looming overhead left a tingle of thrill in his chest.

He wanted to break Parker, to weigh down his limbs until he could lift nothing heavier than a butterfly, to cut up his sharp tongue beyond repair, to pry out his fangs and carve away the stores of venom likely resting in his jaw until he was nothing more than a pretty bauble for Tony to admire.

(There was a small part of him—very, very small—that lamented that Peter would become disgustingly boring should he lose those things. That suggested that he cap the fangs instead of removing them, just to let Peter try to bite him, try to end him, and watch that sweet face blossom in rage when nothing came of it. Wanted to hear him curse and watch metal twist beneath those delicately small hands as he railed against Tony, oh so powerful and yet oh so his. Fashion a sign that read 'Beware of Spider' because a pet he wanted but a beast he'd gained. See those amber eyes burn up at him because that helpless rage was a thing of beauty. The part of him that acknowledged that part of Peter's appeal was that he was a beast, a monster, and Tony wanted to make him kneel.)

(Not that he would ever admit it.)

"Sir, Mr. Parker is awake." JARVIS intoned, a bit ruffled if Tony was reading that tone correctly.

"Awake and lively, I assume." Tony tossed back the rest of his drink and wiped the corners of his mouth with his fingers as he made his way back down to the cell.

JARVIS didn't answer, but he didn't need to. Tony came in sight of the cell just as he heard a loud bang echo down the hall. Peter had apparently thrown himself at the wall. They held up, of course. The brat may have super strength but he was no Hulk.

He stilled when Tony came closer, poised to leap again at the walls, fangs bared. Though the window into the room was mirrored, Peter's head snapped to the side and focused with startling accuracy on Tony. Slowly, he straightened out of his crouch and turned towards the mirror. His head tipped, puppy-like.

"Do you think you can hold me?" Came the soft inquiry with an innocent blink of those doe eyes.

"Yes, actually." Tony didn't bother with the microphone. The kid's senses were enhanced—he could probably pick out Tony's heartbeat through the four foot reinforced concrete. "I'm doing it right now."

"You're letting your technology do the holding for you," Peter spat back. "Because you know you aren't man enough to grapple with me face to face."

Tony's lips twitched. "Does goading usually get you what you want?"

Instead of getting angry, or denying the blatant manipulation tactic, Peter smirked at him, amused. "Yes, actually. Wes can't stand it."

The gleeful note to his voice made something in Tony's chest flicker. He drew his tongue along his bottom lip in thought, wondering. "So what are you, Peter Parker?"

He, of course, meant the mutations. He had never seen a mutant that could do what the Spider could do. He could stick to walls, he could spin actual webs, he could lift things easily ten times his own weight, not to mention his bite was most likely lethal. Almost all mutations manifested in a latent gene of some sort, one that had to be put under stress to become active. The gene was not all-encompassing. It gave one gift, and no matter how powerful, it was still only one. Peter had at least five.

But Peter didn't take it that way. He beamed at Tony through the glass and began to him to himself, swaying in place to a silent rhythm. "I am what happens when an angel falls from the sky. I am what happens when goodness realizes that good and evil do not truly exist. I am that one that dared to ask why a God sits on his throne, and lead a third of his children down into the chasm with me." He drew his arms sensually up his sides, cupped his throat, and ended with his hands tangled in his messy curls. He grinned at Tony, eyes half-lidded, taunting. "Do you think yourself a God, Stark?"

The conversation he'd had with Murdock rang in his ears like the high of a church bell. A damning, indisputable truth.

"No use thinking when I know," Tony drawled, heart thudding calmly in his chest. But Peter seemed to hear the flutter of his excitement anyway, known what he was thinking, because his grin widened.

"Mayhaps this was supposed to be the ultimate battle!" Peter tossed his arms high. He began to twirl across the room, light on his toes, humming erratically. "God versus Man! Or, well, it would have been, had poor Daredevil been up to the task. But alas, he fell to the temptation of sacrificial miracles—the taste of the rainbow! Let's call him Skittles from now on, yeah? But if Man won't kill God,"

Peter slung to a stop in front of the glass, a small palm smacked up against the glass, and it cracked. The Spider grinned, predatory.

"Then the Devil will do it."

Adrenaline flooded Tony's veins, made his teeth buzz in expectation—an urge to bite. "Are you forgetting Revelations?"

"Hardly," Peter trilled, ecstatic. "I don't need to win to ruin you, baby. I can the devastation to your reform! Besides, I like you much better than the other one. A Martyr. Please." His eyes rolled as his fingers scraped along the hairline fissures in the glass which had, until that moment, been bulletproof. "But you're not him. You're not Jesus—you're Judas. Ready to sell out the world for a few slips of paper that ultimately will amount to nothing. You are...pure greed," He breathed, enraptured even as his eyes darkened.

"And you think you can stop me? You're a child," Tony sneered, but it was a front for the surge of angry hunger that had roared to life in his chest. He ached with the need to press his fingers around that pale, flawless column of flesh and stain his mark upon it. Take that odd, rapturous insanity and breathe it into his lungs. Brand it back into Peter's skin with his mouth. Mine.

"I saw the way you looked at me, Stark. I can feel it right now," Peter sighed pleasantly as he continued to stroke his fingers down the glass. "The temptation that will allow me to strangle your empire from the inside out. Press my knives to your skin and snip it from the roots." He crooned.

"Oh please, baby," Tony purred. "We both know you don't actually give a shit about me taking over the world. You profit off other people's anger. You can't have the moral high ground. Your hands are covered in blood."

Peter slammed his hand into the glass again, hard, and the glass splintered. It pierced his skin, drew blood to paint its way down his wrist. He started humming again, louder. "Hmmm, you can't fix your broken promise, our ties have come undone; your lies fool no one. You can't offer your poison to me, in your kingdom of filth," He sang, high and eerie. He grinned, fangs bared. He leaned his head against the glass, pupils blown, and looked up at Tony through his lashes as he murmured, "You're just afraid to get your hands dirty."

"Oh but I don't need to," Tony breathed, giddy. "Not when I have you to do it for me." Without further ado, Tony spun on heel and began to stalk away, back turned on Peter's sudden snarl.

•🕸️•

When Tony pulled himself from beneath the rubble of his building three days later, the Spider's farewell still sparkling in his ears, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Forgot to tell you, I hid some bombs around here when I left Louie up there on your sign. My bad. Payback's a bitch, baby. But really, you could use some redecoration—far too much white. Red's more my color, for future reference, though I'm going to assume you knew that." The recording had mused, suit reaquired as black, clawed fingers toyed with the leather strip of red around his throat. He'd blown a kiss at the screen, the brat, and then the explosion behind him had cut out the feed.

Laughter rang from Tony's chest, light and toxic, and he turned his dusty face to the sky and grinned. A predator, a chase—a hunt.

"I'm going to fucking kill him."

[thenearbycloudgazer]

.. and what comes after.. is a journey into the unknown.

written by: thenearbycloudgazer

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It’s 4am. Auren can’t seem to sleep, he tosses and turns in his bed, unable to not concentrate and after a while he gives up and wanders around the house to find Eligian. 

Eligian is on the roof enjoying a snow-white fishball.

A: “Is there really peace after death?” 

(Eligian looks up from eating his small bowl of codfish fishballs.)

E: “Peace… peace is after all a manmade concept of limitations. And death… death is inevitable.”

(Auren take a seat beside Eligian.) 

A: “Eli, I’ve been thinking, where does one go when one dies?”

(Eligian stops in his eating, looks up from his meal, and says softly. )

E: “No one knows, I’ve heard it said that some say your soul goes somewhere, some say there’s an afterlife, though there’s an unspoken consensus that there’s nothing.”

(Eligian stops talking and then finally takes a bite out of his fishball, but Auren moves it away.)

A: “And if there’s nothing? What then?”

(Eligian doesn’t want to continue, but it’s Auren, so he compromises.)

E: “…Auren, death is scary. There’s no shame in admitting that, all humans, animals, and even plants eventually wither because their time’s up.”

A: ..

E: “I want you to know that.. that even in death, you won’t be alone.”

(Auren ponders this, fishball in his hand, Eligian swipes it from his fingers and devours the ball.)

A: .. “It just freaks me out that someone isn’t coming back, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

(Auren can’t process his feelings and covers his eyes. Everything is blurry and nothing seems right.)

(Eligian looks up, upset that Auren is, furrowing his cat brows, Eligian climbs onto Auren’s exposed lap and lets out a stressed*murrr*)

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E: “You’re a powerful halfling Auren, but not even the high angel of Distore herself can find a way to stop a death… and you have to understand that no one expects you to do so.”

A: “Right, right. Well, I think I’m gonna go sleep. I’m feeling a bit tuckered out, and it’s getting late.. so-”

E: “You do know it’s 4:30am right? Let’s just watch the sunrise together, *soft smiles* you should get your mind off these heavy things anyways.”

A: “Mm. Fine, I’ll wait then.”

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(Auren and Eligian sits on the roof, sitting and waiting, sitting and waiting, sitting and waiting and watching until slowly, so very slowly, rising from the west mountains, the glowing sun shows his friendly face.)

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A: “Good morning Mr. Sun, I missed you.” 

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[drowning-in-dennor]

Epilogue

In his final moments, Harald enjoys a bedtime story from his older brothers. [This takes place in the same universe as Every Time You Kissed Me.]

  He has been dreading this day since Harald was born.

  Nothing seems to have changed — his baby brother gets home from school, finishes his homework and invites a few of his friends over. It’s completely normal. But, as he watches Harald mess around with his friends, Stellan cannot help the dread piling up inside him.

  He continues to watch, and suddenly, as though taken back in time, he is ten years old again. The brief conversation between his parents and the local doctor replay in his head; their long, grave conversation regarding the illness plaguing Harald.

  “As of now, there is no cure for him,” one of the doctors said.

  “There is no way to prevent his death, only to delay it,” the other announced.

  And they showed Stellan’s parents just what would be done to keep Harald alive, all those strange procedures that wouldn’t have helped anyway. They couldn’t afford them, not a single one. He listened numbly, to those big words and stared at Harald, playing with his toys at the corner of the room.

  They were given the exact date Harald was to die, apologised to and promptly ushered out of the clinic. Stellan clutched Harald’s hand tightly, so much that it must’ve hurt, all the way home.

  Six years later, his parents are not present any more, let alone capable of paying for the medicine to save Harald. Stellan returns his attention to the pot of stew bubbling away on the stove, although he is still listening to Harald and his friends playing their games.

  Dinner is nothing grand. Harald talks with his mouth full, nearly spills his glass of water and drops his fork, but Stellan doesn’t have the heart to tell him off. He smiles at Harald’s classmates, all innocent little twelve-year-olds unaware that they are about to lose their friend, asks them to share about their shenanigans at school. The conversation is so rowdy, so cheerful that he nearly forgets about what will happen.

  Not long after, all the children have left, running home under the setting sun after goodbye-hugs for Harald. Stellan places a hand on his brother’s shoulder, forces himself to keep his emotions under his control, and says, “go take a bath. I’m going to Henrik’s.”

  The journey to his lover’s house takes no time at all. Stellan nearly collapses into Henrik’s arms, just barely holding his tears back as he stammers, “Harald — he — tonight, oh goodness, he’s going to — “

  “I know.” Steadfast arms wrap around him, pull him upright. Henrik shuts the door behind him and holds him all the way back home.

  When they reach home, Harald has finished taking a bath, and sits at his bed waiting for his hair to dry with a towel around his shoulders. Henrik reaches him first and tackles him in a hug, bowling him sideways into the mattress. Stellan watches, still too somber to smile, as he and Harald get into a quick pillow fight that ends with Henrik (and the blanket) being kicked onto the floor, feathers littering the mattress and Harald’s hair being shaken dry.

  He cannot help the chuckle that escapes his lips. Stellan forces himself to look stern as he orders Henrik to sweep up the feathers and dispose of the burst pillow, then for Harald to pick up the blanket and get into bed. The joyous moment is gone, as quickly as it started. 

  Once the bedroom is tidied up, Stellan tucks Harald in, staring into eyes that already look glassy. “Do you want to hear a bedtime story?”

  Harald pouts, sticking his arm out to poke him in the forehead. “I’m too old for bedtime stories.”

  “Nobody’s too old for bedtime stories!” Henrik returns, a few feathers still stuck to his shirt. “When I’m feeling sad, I wouldn’t object to falling asleep to one.”

  For a while, Harald just stares up at the ceiling, and he is silent for so long that Stellan fears his time has come too early. But then he mutters, with all the faux-resentment of a preteen, “okay, fine.”

  Henrik grins (the tears threatening to break through are badly-hidden), reaching his little bookshelf with a few large strides. “What do you want to read?”

  Stellan points instead at the thin volume on Harald’s reading desk. “How about we finish that tonight?” He picks it up, runs his fingers over the gold-embossed words that line the hardback cover — The Snow Queen. “You were up to the fifth story yesterday, right?”

  “Mmhmm.” Harald props himself up slightly and closes his eyes. Stellan hands the book to Henrik and waits for him to begin. He takes his little brother’s hand and presses a thumb to his pulse, still hammering steadily, albeit slowly.

  “Story six: The Lapp Woman and The Finn Woman...”

  Dread, cold and nauseous, settles in his stomach. Stellan holds Harald tighter, trying to record the sound of his heartbeat in his memory. At a disgruntled squeak, he realises he has been squeezing too hard. He simply cannot enjoy the story.

  Thump, thump.

  The only sounds in the bedroom are those of Henrik’s voice, the turning of pages and their quiet breathing. Harald’s slowly-failing heart is clearly struggling to beat. His heartbeats slow. His breaths grow. Henrik must know this, but his voice remains steady as he continues to read. Stellan envies his calmness.

  “As soon as Gerda had thawed out, and had had something to eat and drink, the Lapp woman wrote a few words on a dried codfish, told Gerda to take good care of it, and tied her again on the back of the reindeer. Off he ran, and all night long the skies crackled and swished as the most beautiful Northern Lights flashed over their heads.”

  Thump, thump. Heartbeats grow even more sluggish. Henrik reads on.

  “She took the reindeer aside in a corner, and while she was putting another piece of ice on his head she whispered to him: ‘Little Kay is indeed with the Snow Queen, and everything there just suits him fine. He thinks it is the best place in all the world, but that's because he has a splinter of glass in his heart and a small piece of it in his eye. Unless these can be gotten out, he will never be human again, and the Snow Queen will hold him in her power.’”

  Thump, thump. Harald gasps. Stellan presses a kiss to his forehead, murmuring half-hearted reassurances that he probably doesn’t hear. Still, Henrik reads on.

  “Little Gerda walked on, unmolested and cheerful. The angels rubbed her hands and feet to make them warmer, and she trotted briskly along to the Snow Queen's palace. But now let us see how little Kay was getting on. Little Gerda was furthest from his mind, and he hadn't the slightest idea that she was just outside the palace.”

  Thump, thump. Harald’s eyes squint half-open. They are glassy. He exhales, going limp beneath his blanket. All three of them know that it won’t be long.

  “Story seven...”

  Thump. 

  The warmth of his hand is still there, still lingering, but it is fading. His fingers are limp. Nestled in his bed, surrounded by untidied feathers and his two loving brothers, Harald lies. His eyes are half-open. He appears to be smiling; he must have liked the story. 

  Letting go of his brother’s stiffening hand, Stellan gets up and presses his forehead to Harald’s, finally letting himself cry. His tears fall on the sheets, staining them dark with his despair. Eyes blurred, he cannot see Henrik, but the gasps that sound behind him are clear evidence of his grief. 

  The night is long. Stellan and Henrik remain next to Harald, small and vulnerable and long-snatched from life, in vigil until the sun rises.

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10 Keto-friendly recipe ideas

Starting a new diet can be difficult, and sticking to that diet can be even harder! A new diet means a lifestyle change. One major reason why people don’t stick to their diet is because they run out of ideas on what to cook

Well today I’m going to help by providing 10 Keto-friendly recipes that you can try out right now! Read more down bellow.

1) Keto Beef Stew

Let’s kick things off with this beautify beef stew, it’s sure to fill you up and keep you satisfied for the remainder of the day.

2) Garlic Butter Brazilian Steak

Juicy, tender steak with golden butter sauce to top it off. Need I say more?

3) Quick Frittata with Tomatoes and Cheese

A quick and easy dish that can be prepared in just a few minutes.

If you’re a fan of seafood, then you’re bound to love these next two dishes.

4) Blackened Salmon with Avocado Salsa

This mix of Salmon and Avocado is sure to stimulate those taste buds.

5) Buttered Cod in Skillet

Not a fan of codfish? Well that’s because you’ve never made it like this, make this and you’ll change your mind

6) Zucchini Pizza Boats

Okay, I’m not gonna lie, I’m not the biggest fan of Zucchini…but after seeing this, I’m willing to give it a shot.

7) Chicken Enchilada Bowl

This one’s my personal fave (just a tip, add more cheese and jalapeños, you’ll thank me latter)

8) Shrimp and Sausage Paleo Skillet Meal

We all know that shrimp goes well with anything, so there’s really not much to say about this one, just try it! (Unless of course you’re allergic to shrimp…in that case I would advise against trying this one)

9) Thai Chicken Lettuce Wrap

If you like Thai food then give this one a shot, fair warning though, it’s spicy.

10) Thai Beef Salad

And what better way is there to end it than with beef, hmm? That’s right there’s not!

Well I hope you’ve found this useful and informative, please feel free to comment down bellow and let me know what you think about these recipes.

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Polish Christmas

Exactly Christmas in my family, in my home. Because each polish family has some own traditions, each city, each region, etc. So I’ll try to explain what’s going on in my home during Christmas :D So what’s going on? A LOT! Christmas have a loooot of traditions. I tried to focus as much as possible to remember what I want to describe and I noticed that there are some small things which we do and I even didn’t think about them like a tradition. Strange, no? :D OK. Let me try to write it. It will be so long.

Before Christmas

We don’t start that early like the rest of the world. I mean, I just came to Spain (October), on my way to the beach I saw in the shops so many christmas decorations. NOPE. Come on. Of course there are some crazy people who want to follow “american” style and decorate everything asap (like shopping centres) but houses we decorate just few days before Christmas. Also we don’t sing carols before 24.12, you can hear on the radio songs, christmas songs, but not carols. I hope you know the difference.

So in my home we decorate the christmas tree one/two days before Christmas Eve or that day in the morning. Depends how much time do we have. Normally it was me decorating with my younger brother, this year I arrived home too late so my mum did it with him. For many years we have a true, real tree. It’s getting more and more popular, for me it looks much better and I hate plastic. What do we put on it? Of course christmas balls, tinsels, lights aaaaand SWEETS! My father brings from Austria so many christmas sweets. And because during communism time there weren't many options, it was famous to put “long sweets”, my father still, every year, buys pack of them to keep his “childhood” traditions. The thing is, that we can’t eat them before the priest visit (about it later). But yeah... nobody will notice that there is one sweet less.. (or more). Even Bruno likes to go to christmas tree and enjoy ;)

For last years, my mum has learnt how to do those decorations from floss and here you have new tradition.

My father is responsible for house decorations. He is crazy. Maybe you know that movie, where one man wanted to have so much lights on his house to make it visible from the cosmos. My father is going crazy in the same way... xD At least it looks nice, just look:

Of course you have so much time to buy gifts, but like always one week before everyone is going crazy. EVERY YEAR. ehh In my home christmas gifts are quite valuable. We don’t give gifts on 6th Dec, in other families they do 2 times. We prefer once but good XD

24th December 

With my father we use to go to the city to buy last things. One of them are those long sweets, another mistletoe (again, my father HAS TO have it during Christmas). I think you know the tradition - if you kiss under the mistletoe, it means love forever and more rainbow...

My father goes also to his brother house, where the aunt makes a homemade bread (traditional way in the masonry oven). It’s one of the thing on the christmas table. My mum cooks all day. It’s better to not try to help her, you know, she does it better, bla bla bla. With my brother we prepare the living room for the dinner. It’s like preparing for a biiiig party. Cleaning, cooking, decorating, taking showers like never, etc. 

Jaka Wigilia, taki cały rok One of the traditions says, what you do during that day, you will do the whole year. So it’s better not to stress, not to scream, not to be sad, etc. This year my father was cleaning all the time, and during sweeping he was “angry” that all 2019 he will have to do it. To be honest I don’t remember the next day what I was doing so if there is any true - no idea. 

Also strange superstition is that, the first guest on 24th Dec can’t be a woman. If the woman will pass your door first it means bad luck for the coming year for all people in the house. So in my village men are visiting each other to spread a good luck... ehh

And remember to give back all your debts before! Also means bad luck if you won’t do it. Don’t borrow things, don’t get sick, have your perfect life that one day because the coming year depends on that. 

Table The table should be prepared for 1 person more than you expect. It’s for a lost tramp - it’s to show how welcoming we are or it’s for a family member who we remember about, who we want to be with us.  Others say that is for Jesus Baby. Under the tablecloth we put hay. On the table we put some oats. It symbolizes poverty - you know, Jesus was born in the stable. Also on the table should be a wreath. With mum we used to create our own but now we like this one (or maybe we are too lazy xD )

The wreath is based on pine twigs. Then you should put a candle (which you can buy during the Advent in the church from Caritas) which means the giving life light (or the eternal life), the ribbons and the bows symbolize the bond in the family. This is basic, but you can make it as you want, there are many beautiful possibilities! This one is from my aunt:

You can notice there also oats and a lot of food (it’s the second day of Christmas).

Food The tradition say: 12 dishes! And I know families where they do it. In my home we have 6. I think that when are you going to spend that dinner with a big group, like more than 20, then 12 dishes is ok, everyone can prepare something and it’s easier to eat it. For 6 people in my home, 12 is too much, definitely. There is some superstition that we should eat 12 or at least odd number of dishes (like 9 or 7). But in my home we don’t care. You should try each of the dish. This is my nightmare because I don’t like most of the christmas dishes, they are based on sauerkraut which I hate. So for me it’s like enjoy one pea etc xD And when “normal” people are overfull after the dinner, I may be hungry xD

Step by step

The dinner we can start when we notice the first star on the sky. And because in Poland during the winter the sunset is really early (between 15-16:00) so the dinner is also early. In my home we start more or less around 17:00. In some families the time depends also on working hours of a family member (like policeman, nurse, doctor, etc). First we pray, there is like a list of prayers. In my home is: Our Father, The creed, The Angelus. Then one of us reads part about Jesus born from the Gospel according to Luke. Then is time for wishes. This tradition is very important. We do it also during christmas dinners with friends or following days with all people who we meet and we want to wish them something. In the past we used to send a lot of Christmas postcards with wishes to the families which are far away or friends. Now it’s time of online wishes. We send them from 24th till 26th Dec. I like wishes only when I say them to people who I know very well and I know what I want to wish them for the coming year. And yes, it’s time to hear “I wish you a boyfriend/fiance/husband”. KAWALER TIME. Ehhh. On youTube you can find many guides how to skip (or answer) those questions xD But let’s come back. So it’s wishes time, we use the Christmas wafer to share and wish. Also the next day you take it with you when you go to visit anyone. 

When this step is done we can eat! When you sit finally, you can’t leave the table till the end. Only person who brings dishes can leave the table. In my home we try to do it but also we help our mother with bringing new dish and cleaning previous one. In the past there was tradition that the all family ate from the same bowl. My fathers remembers that. We have never done it. Let’s write about those dishes finally. So we start with borscht with ravioli - barszcz z uszkami (beetroot soup). Symbolizes beauty and longevity.

Then is time for pea soup with dried plums. Luck, wealth and health.

Third soup is a mushroom soup. The same, wealth, health and luck.

Then is sauerkraut with pea or pea with sauerkraut. Meaning the same like above.

Then my favorite: pierogi! Normally should be with sauerkraut and mushrooms, for me and my brothers we have with apples xDDDD

And the main and last dish: fish! And again, in my family we have fish with chips xDD Just because us small children we didn’t like fish so at least we could eat chips. In “normal” families” they just have boiled potatoes - boring :P Fish - it should be carp. My parents prefer trout. For us, we have fillets, this year of a codfish. Why? Because I don’t like when food looks at me (that has eyes. That why I don’t eat sea food...).

And of course with sauerkraut. It’s very healthy, I know, my father loves to eat it a lot!  He is crazy with sauerkraut and always says that I get sick because I don’t eat it...

For drinking we have kompot. Because this dinner is a special one, also there is special kompot made from dried plums. There are 2 groups of people, who hate it or love it. Guess which group I’m in XD

Because for the dessert there is another “stomach”, you still can eat. Christmas sweets: poppy seed cake and gingerbread.

Of course the best after that heavy dinner is red WINE. This year we had a white one, because my parents got this bottle from us for their 25th wedding anniversary and we couldn’t drink it before because I’m in Valencia.

And now is the best time for all children. It’s presents time! In my home gifts bring Santa Claus. In the past in some regions it was Ded Moroz - Dziadek Mróz (russians...). The youngest goes to Christmas tree and take and share gift by gift with others. If you were naughty during the year you will get a rod - rózga. Bruno is always a good boy :D

After everything you can sing carols, lay down, visit others orrrrrrrrrrr watch Kevin! That’s also very polish tradition. Every year on the TV on 24th Dec there is Home Alone. Always. Once they didn’t want to play it, but people were going crazy and finally Kevin appeared. We know this movie by heart. I don’t remember Christmas without that movie xD

Also we say that after the dinner you should listen to animals, because they will speak that time with a human voice and they will tell you what they think. For girls, they should go outside and listen to the dogs barking. It’s important from which side they bark, because from there their future husband will come - kawaler xD

At midnight we should go to the church for a special mass. It’s called Midnight Mass - Pasterka. I’ve never been 🙈 I’m sleeping already xD It’s a mass where 80% of people in the church are drunk... after wine and classical polish alcohol - vodka. But my cousins and neighbors go every year, by foot, 2km, drinking % during the way to warm up xD It’s nice when is snowing, then we say that we have a true Christmas.

That’s all about first day. Let’s go on more! Are you still fascinated? ;)

25th December

We start a day with a mass, some people with hangover. Pasterka was a first mass with carols, this one is the second one. After the mass we usually go to the cemetery to visit our grandfather. Then at 12:00 we go to the sister of my mum to eat lunch together (2 families, ~12 people, depends on the year). Ester lunch we eat together too but in our house. The lunch is very typical polish, with chicken broth - rosół, and then some potatoes with what my aunt wanted to prepare but always there is a chicken chop to choose. And of course kompot and sauerkraut. After that, dessert - some special cake. Then we clean the table and we put another food, like salads, cakes, fruits, meats, etc. You know, eat eat eat repeat. And on the table appears of course polish treasure - vodka! :D I know, for you polish people may drink a lot, but it’s kind of roots, for us it’s nothing special, we just enjoy it in that way. This year we tasted a homemade vodka of my uncle based on quince. Tasty!

We can stay in that aunt house till night or change, visit others, wait for others, depends on the moods and it’s more spontaneous.

This day we start also caroling! It’s my favorite tradition! Mostly children are going from house to house, with some costumes, singing carols, doing some performance, people give them some sweets, cakes and money! You can be Maria, Joseph, shepherd, king, Death, etc, etc.

Long time ago my grandpa made a Nativity with some figures. My cousins (I was ~10) were doing the performance with some rhymes and carols, they could earn a lot of money because it was really well prepared.

Hahaha XD me on the right xD We still have that Nativity and I hope my brother with the youngest cousins will go next year, because it was really nice! 2 years ago, my cousins and friends (16-18 years old) decided to walk and sing. 1 year ago I joined them and we made some costumes, prepared some rhymes and carols. And we walked from house to house in our village and we performed. Of course in every house they give you money and they make you drink vodka... so imagine how we looked like at the end 🙈 Guess who I was XD Of course a devil XD

This year we went only to our families or people who told us to visit them, we spent more time in their house (yes, drinking) and we just were singing, without any rhymes and costumes. Just to keep the tradition but in a basic way.

I love it ! :D

26th December

Second day of celebration. Of course we start with a mass. This day you take to the church oats from the table, to make them saint and then you spread them in the house you visit. My father’s favorite tradition XD He always goes to my cousin Kinga and spread around her room, bed, kitchen, in her clothes, everywhere. For girls it’s kind of luck, but yeah... clean it later.

Then just lunch. and then we wait for guests. Because grandma lives with us, second day we spend at home because their children with families are visiting her and us. So party in our house. And oats spread in our house as a revenge. Clean it... Again eating and drinking, also singing carols. In my family we love to drink, sing and dance :D

You know what is also connected with Christmas? Oranges and mandarins! We eat tones of them during Christmas :D Of course they are not polish, I think it’s because in communism time it was a luxury and to make Christmas a special time.

We can also go second time for caroling to the house which we haven’t visited yet but this year we didn’t.

Young wild freeeeee :D

Uffff this is how we do it! It’s all about family, to spend time together, to be a little bit lazy, to enjoy, spread luck and many nice wishes around. I hope I didn’t forget about all suspicious in my family. And I hope you know better now polish Christmas and maybe one year you will have a chance to spend Christmas in snowy Poland :)