#dew this is why you’re BANNED from the kitchen

[momskitchen2]

Taormina is Sicily's first true holiday resort and has been drawing visitors to the island for centuries, all of whom fall in love with its sparkling and colourful beauty. Taormina makes a fabulous holiday with glorious hotels, restaurants and shops as well as gorgeous beaches and beautiful gardens. It is a great base for exploring the rest of the island and boasts a micro-climate all year round.

[mamirhodessxox]

Hey There Delilah Incorrect Quotes.

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Jey: If we’re in trouble, just throw Cody at the problem, and hope for the best.

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Seth: *slams books down in front of Cody*

Seth: Boil up some Mountain Dew. It’s gonna be a long night.

Cody: You could of said literally anything else.

Seth: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja Blast to fuel my trouble.

Cody: I’m going to just stop challenging you when you say random shit. I won’t win. I realize this now.

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Seth: Let's just agree to both say we're sorry on the count of three.

Seth: One... two... three.

Cody: ...

Seth: ...

Seth: See, now I'm just disappointed in both of us.

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Cody: Okay, looking good. Okay, ciders mulling, turkey’s turking, yams are yamming … What?

Mira: I don’t know. It’s just not the same without Randy in the kitchen.

Cody: All right, that’s it. Just get out of my way and stop annoying me.

Mira: That’s closer.

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Seth, playing a video game: This game is so frustrating! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!

Randy: Ok, I think it’s time to turn off the game for a little while.

Seth: But I’m having fun!

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*The gang is learning CPR on a test dummy*

Seth: So, assessing the situation. Are they breathing?

Mira: No, Seth. They are not breathing. And they have no arms or legs.

Seth: No, that’s not part of it—

Mira: Where are they? You know what? If we come across somebody with no arms or legs do we bother resuscitating them? I mean, what kind of quality of life do we have there?

Jey: I would want to live with no legs.

Mira: How about no arms? No arms or legs is basically how you exist right now, Jey. You don’t do anything.

Seth: All right, well, lets get back to it. ‘Cause you’re losing him.

Mira: *pumps frantically*

Seth: Okay, too fast. Everyone, we need to pump at a pace of a 100 beats per minute.

Mira: Okay, that’s uh, hard to keep track. How many is that per hour?

Cody: How’s that gonna help you?

Mira: I will divide and then count to it.

Cody: Right.

Seth: Okay. Well, a good trick is to pump to the tune of ‘Staying Alive’ by the Bee Gees. Do you know that song?

Mira: Yes, yes I do. I love that song. *clears throat, begins to sing* First I was afraid, I was petrified.

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Cody: Does everyone know their job for today?

Delilah: Water the flowers.

Seth: Vacuum the carpet.

Mira: Wash the dishes.

Randy: Pretend to be a wolverine.

Cody: Close enough.

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Delilah, carrying a box: What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with 7 kittens one day?

Cody: …

Cody: What’s in the box?

Delilah: What woul-

Cody: Delilah, what’s in the box?

Delilah: I think you know.

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Mira: Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count.

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Seth: What do you want for breakfast, Randy?

Randy: Gay Cheerios.

Seth: I TOLD YOU TO STOP CALLING FRUIT LOOPS THAT!!

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Rhea: ARE YOU-

Jey: Fucking.

Rhea: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Jey: Fucking.

Rhea: IDIOT!

Cody: …What was that?

Jey: Delilah banned Rhea from swearing, so I’m helping them out.

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Randy: Why cant trees give off something important like wifi??

Cody: So fuck oxygen, I guess.

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Cody: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Delilah: Okay.

Cody: And make out during the scary parts.

Delilah: Th-

Delilah: The scary parts.

Delilah: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

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Delilah: I know what a prism is! It's where you put bad people.

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Randy: You guys worried about Mira?

Becky: Totally!

Cody: Yeah, they called me in the middle of the night and just yelled, "what do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?"

Randy: And what'd you say?

Cody: "I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno."

Becky:

Randy: They're lucky to have you as a friend.

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Randy: Deep down, I'm sure I was always pretty okay with you.

Mira: Thanks, Randy!

Randy: It wasn't a compliment, numbnuts.

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Delilah: According to the footage here, you shook the vending machine and when the shake alarm went off, you punched the glass and broke it.

Mira: …I was hungry.

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[wizardcommune]

you’re taking recs? for economos?? with male reader??? I AM ON MY KNEES. I AM SCREECHING. THANK YOU. IM SCREAMING oh my god finally finally some content about my malewife.

could i pls get an economos x male reader w the fluff prompt “i’ll kiss you right now to prove i don’t feel anything for you” but the kiss does the exact opposite”

(from the friends to lovers prompt list <3

@lunaticsandidiots

pairing - john economos x male reader

a/n - i always get nervous opening requests but yours watered my crops and fed my chickens im going insane. economos is gay and underrated and i will prove it in this essay

i hope he's in character; i haven't written in. so long.

warnings - cursing

word count - 1.1k

after pulling quite a few all-nighters working for waller on the new force, economos pitched in and bought a mini fridge. it was typically stocked full of red bulls and chocolate (to which murn had questioned him relentlessly on why the hell he would keep chocolate in the fridge; economos looked scandalized because "why wouldn't i keep chocolate in the fridge") but after a few weeks the others started keeping more permanent staples. a small kitchen was unintentionally set up in one of the empty rooms, mainly consisting of extra panda express chopsticks, paper plates, a toaster, and a single "cutting board" adrian sawed from a floorboard to everyone's horror.

every once in a while when the team was expected to stay in for a long period, chris could be found cutting bagels with his keys (and in one case, one of adrian's literal military-grade knives). adebayo banned him from the kitchen. after that, adrian would leave with him fairly often to eat out.

adebayo herself didn't use the "kitchen" very often, mainly going out to eat and coming back smelling distinctly of italian food (or home-cooked food, if she went to see her wife. she never said it's where she was going, but she always looked substantially happier.)

murn didn't use it either for... obvious reasons.

no one knew when or where harcourt ate. honestly, she went out to eat more than anyone but didn't say as she didn't want chris following on her heels.

that left you and economos. the two of you stayed in the most, practically held at gunpoint to do whatever project they needed to be done before a mission the next day, ranging from two-minute powerpoints to literally altering police records.

this was one of those days. you hadn't looked anywhere remotely near a clock in four hours, but it was probably bordering three in the morning. between your exhaustion and the music economos was blasting in hopes of keeping the both of you awake, you didn't realize his chair was empty until you got up. assuming he was in the bathroom, you stretched, wincing at the noise, and made your way to the kitchen. you stopped short.

"what the fuck are you making?"

the man himself was hunched over the table, mixing together a concoction of mountain dew, red bull, and something from a bag. your jaw dropped further as he set it down and you realized it was doritos.

"what the hell, man?"

adjusting his glasses, he straightened up and looked slowly between you and the fucking abomination he was about to eat.

"listen-"

"is that soup?"

his mouth opened and closed for a second before he heaved a sigh and rubbed his eyes.

"dude, look, i-- stop laughing at me-- i was going to try and eat it all before you came in. i wasn't planning on making you look at it," he tried to amend.

"is that supposed to make me feel better? i think you've ruined my whole week, actually. what kind of fucking atrocity..." you trailed off, shoulders shaking with laughter.

"don't call it an atrocity, man! it's rancid, but it helps me get through all-nighters!"

"if this is what you come up with when you haven't slept in twenty-two hours, i'm considering lacing your soda with nyquil. what else did you even put in it?"

you shook your head, standing behind him to look over his shoulder at the bowl. he stayed silent, watching you with a sheepish grin.

"jesus christ."

economos fucking laughed.

"what, you want a taste?"

"dear god; i can't look away. it's like watching a car crash. is that captain fucking crunch? i bought that out of the kindness of my heart so you wouldn't starve in the mornings, and you used it for your sick amalgamation? i feel betrayed, actually. have fun working alone; i'm transferring to do fieldwork. god."

the two of you were fully laughing now, leaning on each other so you wouldn't fall over from exhaustion. when it died off, you flushed, suddenly realizing how close the two of you were. economos was still staring at you with a grin.

"do you want some?"

your knee-jerk reaction would be to say no. of course it fucking would be. so maybe it was the exhaustion, or listening to music at 500 decibels for nine hours, or the way he was smiling so pretty at you like he knew what your response would be, because you gave him a deep frown.

"fuck it. i need to know what you've been eating behind my back for god knows how long."

his grin widened and he rushed to grab another bowl, quickly pouring you a very generous amount and passing it over. he bowed, sweeping an arm towards you as you took it.

"your sustenance."

"dork."

and you took a sip.

it was silent for a solid minute as you stared at him.

"what the fuck?"

it was like a punch to the face. your heart was beating wildly, and while that was expected being around economos, this was. more so.

"how much red bull did you put in this?"

"...a lot."

"christ."

but you took another drink, scrunching your nose as you bit down on a piece of cereal.

"this is triggering all of my sensory issues. all the alarms are going off. i feel like i just contracted every disease."

he laughed.

"it's good, right?"

"no? yes? fuck, why is it good? it's rancid but i'm still drinking it. i hate this experience."

you set the bowl back down in disgust, and after a moment you shook your head.

"actually, no, the aftertaste is pretty awful. this sucks. i think the only reason i even agreed is that i like you. i wish i could take back the last five minutes."

you didn't even realize what you said, enraptured by the hell that was his soup. it didn't click until you looked up and his face was beet red.

"you like me?"

your face matched his in a matter of seconds. you felt like you were in middle school.

"no, i-- no! i meant like. no. damn."

but he wouldn't wipe that stupid smile off his face, staring at you.

"you like me."

"no! dude, i will literally kiss you right now to prove i don't feel anything for you."

he was holding your elbow, now, beaming.

"definitely."

"...yeah."

and he ducked down. both of you had to hold in your laughter as to not ruin the kiss, but you could feel the curve of his mouth against yours. you held him close, running a hand gently through his hair as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

you weren't very persuasive.

[ur-mr-perfectly-fine]

So, since I'm bored and I have like 3000 Agents of DIO headcanons, I'm posting them, but a good amount of them include my ships :)

(I have an entire au where some of the Agents help the Crusaders take down DIO, so that's what these kind fit in with)

Mariah and Oingo are best friends, and spend their time bullying everyone else (mostly Terence and Hol Horse) for no reason.

Midler is essentially the mom friend, and takes care of Boingo (even though he's perfectly capable of opening his own fruit snacks), and insists on cooking all the time.

Terence turns his lame gaming basement into the ideal gamer cave and there's a sign on the door that reads, "Gamers only (no girls allowed)". The only people Terence lets in there are Boingo (bc he likes watching Terence play Minecraft and sometimes gets to play Stardew Valley) and Vanilla Ice.

The only things Terence eats are Cool Ranch Doritos, Pink Lemonade PopTarts, espresso flavored ice cream, and Mountain Dew Voltage (sometimes mixed together in a large Kona Ice cup), and he has two refrigerators just for his soda and ice cream bc it wouldn't all fit in the kitchen upstairs. Most of the time, when Midler goes shopping, she refuses to buy Terence's stuff bc "he needs to break his unhealthy habits", so VI goes and buys the snacks, bc he definitely doesn't have a crush on Terence...

Terence listens to girl in red, Mother Mother, and Kikuo. (his favorite songs, however, are Minecraft parody songs)

As soon as any of the Agents come out, Milder buys them as much pride stuff as possible. (When Terence came out, Midler bought him a shirt that said "Born this Gay".)

Mariah's favorite movie is Mean Girls, and the house has watched it at least 24 times before DIO was defeated. Terence refuses to admit it, but it's his favorite movie, too.

N'doul likes to sit on Hol Horse's lap. He will actively move from where he is if Hol Horse enters a room to sit with him.

Everyone is sick of N'doul insisting that he doesn't like Hol Horse. Mariah and Rubber Soul have made their goal to get the two of them together (they're doing an awful job).

After N'doul attempted to kill himself after his fight with the Crusaders, he was sent to a hospital and the Speedwagon Foundation helped him. It turns out that N'doul damaged the part of his brain that helps with balance, so he has trouble walking (this is the basis of a Hol Horse x N'doul fic I'm writing).

Chaka survives (bc I love him) and keeps Anubis in a locked case in his room. He starts working at a cafe near the mansion (Oingo's favorite place, coincidentally), but since Anubis is more than just the sword, he'll appear behind Chaka at work. Anubis generally shows up when Oingo and Chaka are talking while Chaka's on his lunch break, and just makes comments on how bad they both are a flirting. Some of his lines are:

"My god, you two are awful at this!"

"Just go on a date already and save me agony!"

"Chaka thinks you're cute. I read it in his diary." (to which Chaka responds with an exaggerated gasp)

"He also said he likes your dumb hat."

"Hey, Oingo! How bout you spend the night in our room tonight? You can even sleep in Chaka's be-" *Chaka smacks Anubis on the head with a rolled up newspaper* (I'm aware that's not physically possible to hit Anubis, leave me alone lol)

Most of the Agents got banned from the kitchen for doing something stupid, and there's a list in the dining room of who's not allowed to use the kitchen all. Essentially the only people who aren't banned are Midler, Chaka, N'doul, Vanilla Ice, and Boingo (I might post who's banned and why).

Daniel isn't allowed to use Osiris in the house because he lost a game of Uno that he'd bet on to Steely Dan, took his soul, and dropped it into the kitchen sink. Thankfully, Geb was able to retrieve it, and Midler grounded Daniel until he let Steely Dan go.

N'doul once mentioned that he hates the smell of cigarettes and because of that, Hol Horse tried to start smoking less.

Sometimes, the Agents decide to have a 'night in', and the only people who don't drink at all are Midler and Oingo.

Hol Horse grew up in Italy, though he isn't Italian and wasn't born there.

That's all for right now, I might post some more later, if anyone is interested :)