#do we have paprika.......hm

[kristhekrispy]

does anyone else ever eat spices straight up or

[alastor-simp]

Lilia Vanrouge Catches Reader Cosplaying As Them

"Do Do Dodo~" Lilia was inside the Diasomnia kitchen, preparing another one of his "meals" for his adopted sons and Malleus. "Lets see, a dash of paprika, a drop of soy sauce, and a few handfuls of chopped cherries." Lilia was floating around gathering all of the ingredients, until he heard the sound of the door opening, and came to see Silver entering the kitchen, looking confused. "Oyaji-dono? What are you doing here? Weren't you just at Ramshackle?" Silver had come closer to Lilia, but he still had a confused look on his face as he was trying to figure out how Lilia was in two different locations. "Hm? I was here preparing dinner the whole time." Lilia had turned towards Silver, but he was still floating around the kitchen, gathering more ingredients from the cabinets and fridge. "How strange. I was passing by Ramshackle and I happened to spot you in one of the windows.", Silver placed his hand on his head, trying to recall what he saw. "Kufufu, Silver. You must have dreamt it." Lilia chuckled as he stared back at Silver with an amused expression, finding it adorable that Silver was envisioning him in his dreams. Lilia went back to preparing the "meal", but noticed that there was on ingredient missing, "Oh dear, it seems we are out of lemon juice. Seems I will have to visit Sam's shop. Silver, can you watch over the dish while I go to the store." Silver nodded his head and came closer to the dish on the counter, letting Lilia know that he would watch over it." Lilia thanked Silver, then left the kitchen, as he began heading over to Sam's. Silver waited until he knew Lilia was gone, and proceeded to toss the concoction in the trash. He then started to clean up the counter to prepare making some mushroom risotto for dinner.

On the route towards Sam's, Lilia had noticed Malleus walking down the same path, most likely heading back to Diasomnia after his evening stroll. "Ahh Malleus. Coming back from your stroll I see." Lilia smiled, as he walked closer to Malleus. Malleus having spotted Lilia, looking slightly shocked to see Lilia. "Lilia? How odd. I had thought you were at Ramshackle." Lilia was now surprised, as he had not only been told by Silver that he was at Ramshackle, but now Malleus. Lilia explained to Malleus that he was preparing dinner and was told by Silver that he had seen him at Ramshackle, but assumed Silver had only dreamed about it. "That is strange. Do you suspect someone is pretending to be you to cause mischief?" Malleus said as he placed his hand on his face, tilting his head in thought. Lilia now decided that he should check out Ramshackle and see if he could find this person pretending to be him. He told Malleus that he would handle it and not to worry so much. He bid Malleus a good night and proceeded to head towards his new destination.

Lilia had arrived at Ramshackle, scanning his eyes around to see if he could spot his clone, but did not see anyone around. "Hmm. Maybe the prefect has seen them. I'll go and ask them." Lilia made his way to the door and knocked, but got no response. He knocked again, but realized that the door was still open and not fully closed. Entering through the door, he walked down the hallway and peeked inside the rooms, seeing if he could spot the prefect. Lilia stopped for a second as he was able to hear voices coming from the bedroom, most likely Grim and the prefect talking to each other.

"Nyah! Of all of the people you could dress up as, you chose the bat guy, and NOT THE GREAT GRIM!?", Grim was bouncing up and down on the ground in anger. You were inside your room, having finished dressing up, but you did not dress up for bed, You were wearing an outfit that resembled Lilia vice dorm leader outfit. Along with the uniform, you had also put on some fangs and a black wig with pink highlights. Giggling, you bent down and pet Grim's head, apologizing to him, but also saying finding a cat costume to resemble him would be much harder to put together and more expensive. Grim huffed yet slowly started to purr as you kept petting his head. Grim was still annoyed, but he said nothing as he jumped up to the bed and curled into a ball, getting comfortable for his nap . Walking towards the mirror, you examined how you looked, making sure that everything was in its place. You had a thing for cosplaying, and ever since coming to this world, you were amazed by how decorative and beautiful the outfits were at NRC, especially the dorm + vice leaders uniforms. You didn;t choose Lilia specifically, but you decided that out of all of the outfits, his seemed like the most easy to put together, also it was very beautifully designed. As you continued to look at yourself in the mirror, you were able to see a reflection from behind you in the mirror, Alarmed, you turned in shocked, wondering who it was, only to realize that it was none other then Lilia himself. Both you and Lilia were having a stare off as you both said nothing while you continued to look at each other.

"Kufufu, well well" "IM SORRY!" You didn't catch what Lilia said, as you apologized profusely, while running towards the bathroom, hiding yourself from him. Lilia howled with laughter, finding your reaction adorable. Grim hadn't even registered that Lilia was in the room as he was already knocked out on the bed. Lilia made his way over to the door, knocking as he called out your name, telling you to come out. "Y/nnnnn~ Come on out.", Lilia sang your name out playfully, as he continued to knock on the door. After a few moments, you called out from the other side saying okay and that you were coming out. You left the bathroom, and came face to face with Lilia. but you casted your eyes down, feeling super embarrassed that you were caught by the person you were cosplaying as. Twiddling your fingers, you looked up at Lilia, who was still smiling at you. "A-are you mad?" Giggling, Lilia shook his head no, continuing to stare at you with a happy expression. "I'm not mad, but I would like to know why you are dressed as me, do you find me that cute that you couldn’t resist dressing up as me" Lilia said, placing his hands on your wig, playing with the strands.

Feeling shy and face as red as a tomato, you explained to Lilia that you were into cosplay and told the whole story about how you decided to cosplay as him. Your intentions were innocent and you felt sorry if you caused problems for him. Grabbing the wig from your head, you started to take it off, however, Lilia stopped you from doing that. “Oh no you don’t. Put that wig back on.” Lilia said as he slid the wig back on your head. “You went through all the trouble to dress up like me, so there is no need to take it off now.” Lilia then started to squish your cheeks playfully, as he looked at you with loving eyes.

“Hehe, I swear you are the most interesting human I have ever met. I have traveled all over and come across many humans in my lifetime, and out of all of the humans I have met, you stand out the most. For as long as I live, I will never grow tired of you and your precious antics.” Lilia smile widely, revealing his fangs, while you were feeling like putty under his gaze, while he continued to squish your cheeks. After finally finding the strength to speak, you asked Lilia if he would like to take a photo/selfie of the both of you, as a way to remember this moment and also shocked the others with if they were to see it on Magicam. Chuckling, Lilia agreed and floated behind you, wrapping his arms around you in a back hug. Taking your phone out, the both of you smiled, saying "Cheese" and titling the pic #BatCuties🦇.

[vodika-vibes]

Crosshair as a LOVING partner lives rent-free in my head.

A Loving Man

Summary: Crosshair comes home to you after a long day.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x Reader

Word Count: 1361

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So, I wasn't going to write this until tomorrow. "vodika," I said, "You wrote five stories today, take a break before you hurt yourself". And then I saw this and I needed to write it immediately. So. Here you go.

You hum along with the music as you prepare dinner. This is your favorite time of the day. When the rest of the world starts to slow down and you have time to think, rather than to react to whatever disaster happened to come your way that day.

When you can just relax with whatever meal you decided is on the menu that night. When you can look out the window and see the fireflies flickering to life around the yard, dancing to a tune that only they can hear.

When you know that the love of your life, of any of your lives, will be home at any moment.

And true to your prediction, you hear the front door open only moments later. The familiar sound of the old wooden chair near the front door creaking as he sits down to pull off his boots. The sound of the closet door opening and then squeaking shut as he hangs his jacket. And then light footsteps padding down the hall into the shared bedroom.

He’ll take a quick shower, wash off the strain of the day, and dress in clean relaxing clothes, and then, and only then, will he join you in the kitchen. He hates touching you when he’s covered in a day's work, though he’s no longer a soldier and the worst thing he’ll get on you is motor oil.

You tilt your head to the side as you hear the shower click on. If dinner didn’t require an active participant tonight, you would go and see how he felt about having a shower mate.

Oh well, maybe tomorrow.

You pop a roasted pepper into your mouth, before you focus your attention back to the meat. It’s getting to be the time of year where you can pull the grill out of storage. Only a few more weeks. Maybe you’ll finally talk Crosshair into learning how to cook if it’s something as enjoyable as using the grill.

And then strong arms slide around your waist and you feel a warm kiss against your cheek, “Snacking, kitten?”

“It’s a tragic side effect of being a cook,” You joke as you pick up a piece of pepper and offer it to him.

He eats it from your hand, and hums thoughtfully, “Needs a little something extra,” Crosshair decides.

“Oh? You think so?” You nod to your spice rack, “Pick your poison, Cross.”

He chuckles under his breath, and presses another lingering kiss against your cheek, before he releases you and heads over to the spice rack. “What did you already use?”

“Mm. Garlic and onion powder, paprika-” You list, “How was your day?”

“Uneventful.”

“Well, better that than over-eventful,” You quip with an easy smile, as he returns with salt and pepper. “Look at you, I’ll make a cook out of you yet.” You take the spices from him, though he doesn’t release them.

Instead he leans in and kisses the tip of your nose, “You’re not tricking me into using that death trap you call a grill, nice try though.”

“It’s not a death trap. It’s only blown up, like, twice.”

“Sure, sure. Buy a new grill and we’ll talk about it,” Crosshair finally releases the spices and he turns to set the table.

“Ha! I’ll hold you to that.”

He shoots you a fond look, “I know you will.” He sets the table with the ease of long practice, “Need anything else done before we eat?”

“Hm…” You run through a mental list, “Will you run into the basement and grab a new carton of ice cream, I think someone ate the last of it last night.”

“Oh. Someone did, did they?” Crosshair teases, “Is this someone you, or do we have rats eating our ice cream?”

You press your hand to your heart, “I would never eat the last of the ice cream.”

“Of course you wouldn’t.” he heads towards the basement, “I’ll get you your ice cream, kitten. But you’re going to share this time, right?”

“Oh, yeah. Totally.” You smile at him angelically as he shoots you a look and then he vanishes into the basement.

Crosshair showed up at your clinic 2 years ago. Badly injured, overly cautious, and absolutely terrified, though he did an excellent job at hiding his fear. You knew, just by looking at him, that he was a deserter from the Empire, though you were very careful to not let on that you knew.

It took you six months of patient care to get him to agree to see a therapist, and it took an additional two months after that before he admitted to you that he deserted the Empire…and before that he abandoned his brothers.

Your relationship started not long after that. Though he never mentioned his brothers to you again. And you never pushed, it’s not your place, even now. Crosshair moved in with you six months after you started dating, and now people are starting to wonder when he’s going to pop the question.

You don’t expect him to. You don’t mind either way, you don’t need a legal document to prove what you know, and what he knows.

You hear the basement door open again, and Crosshair reemerges into your home with a carton of ice cream, which he promptly shoves in the freezer. “Thank you, Cross.”

“You’re welcome.”

You beam at him, “Dinner’s done. Bring me your plate.”

“Oh no you don’t,” He directs you to take your seat at the table, “You sit down, I’ll get us food.” He lightly runs his hand over your hair, “It’s not your job to serve me, kitten. We’ve talked about this.”

“I know. I just…I like doing it. I like taking care of you.”

“And I love that about you, but you’ve been on your feet all day, and I know your feet hurt.” Crosshair serves the food, making sure to give you more of the veggies than the meat, and then he sits next to you. 

You smile at him lovingly and tangle your feet with his under the table, and huffs out a laugh, “I love you, Cross.” You say adoringly, mostly because he deserves to know that you love him, but partly because even now his face burns with embarrassment when you say that to him.

“I love you more.” He replies with a slightly ducked head. You don’t mind, a year ago he wouldn’t have even been able to get that much out. So this is a massive step forward.

You decide to have mercy on him and you take a bite of your peppers, and you eat in silence for a time, before Crosshair hesitates and sets his fork down, “Something wrong with the food?”

“No, it’s delicious, as usual.” Crosshair replies, “I…uh…I talked to the Doc today.” You nod, Doc was the only licensed therapist within three hours, and Crosshair has been his patient for over a year now, “He suggests that I reach out to my brothers.”

“Oh.” You set your fork down and fold your hand over his, “Is that what you want to do, Cross?”

He turns his hand over and threads his fingers with yours, “I…don’t know. We…there are some things that can’t be forgiven-”

You nod understandingly, “Do you maybe want to write a letter, and if you decide not to send it, then that’s fine, but it’s there if you want to?”

His shoulders relax, “That’s what Doc suggested. I’d like them to know you, even if they don’t forgive me. They deserve to know the person who encourages me to be better.”

“Well, I’m flattered, Cross.”

He smiles softly, and he reaches out to trail his thumb over your lips, “When I get there, when I’m ready, I intend to ask you to marry me.”

Your lips part in surprise, and then you beam at him, “When you’re ready, Crosshair, then I will be waiting to say yes.”

***********

Three weeks later, on Pabu, Hunter receives a letter from Crosshair. Inside is a simple one page long letter, a picture of you and Crosshair, and an address, if he should want to write back or visit.

[adminbryantsaki]

Paprika

Sero Hanta X Reader.

Day 1

How to say good morning.

(I do not own Sero Hanta. Horikoshi Kohei does . Any of the students are aged up to college age/adults. This story belongs to my 2023 Spice-tober collection. I hope you enjoy. If this story isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee move on. Reader discretion is advised.)

TW: Mostly fluff, mornings.

WC: 492

 You were fast asleep until the loud beeping of your alarm disturbed you slumber. You smacked the snooze button and rolled over and woke up a little to see your boyfriend sit up and stretch. You crawled over and propped yourself up to wrap your arms around him as the warm autumn sun glowed through the blinds of the window.

“Good morning, Y/n. I bet your still sleepy, how about I make you your coffee and ring it to you? Hm?” He asked you and moved his arm so he could hold you close. You had to be careful of the tape dispensers on his elbows because they had special ridges to cut the tape that he created from them.  Your boyfriend was a Cellophane: The Taping Hero. You reached up to kiss him gently before he went to make your coffee. He kissed you back and stood from the bed and walked out of the bedroom. You rolled back into your spot on the bed and got cozy back under the covers.

A few minutes later, Sero came back into the bedroom holding a mug with hot coffee in it and he placed it on your nightstand. He bent over to pull the blanket back and kiss your head.

“Sweetheart, coffee is here. I made your favorite.” He spoke and you opened an eye to him and he chuckled. You sat up, still cozy in the blanket, and took the mug from the nightstand and began to drink the warm, energizing beverage as Sero went to shower, change into his uniform, and get ready for work.

After you drank your coffee, you emerged from the safety of the blanket and started your day.

You were getting dressed when Sero exited the bathroom and walked over to you, giving you a hug from behind.

“Why don’t we stay home and cuddle in bed?” You asked.

“I have the world to keep safe and you have your job as well to do.” He told you and kissed your neck.

“Ugh, fine.” You spoke exasperated.

“I have an idea. You get back under the covers and get cozy for a little longer while I make us my famous egg and bacon sandwiches?” He offered. You hummed and agreed to the idea. He kissed your cheek and left you to go start on breakfast. You went back under your covers and got cozy while you waited for food.

Man, you loved waking up like this.

The end.

[tia-amorosa]

Sunset Died - Michael & Peter

Trip for two (Part 4)

The trip is something special for Michael. What he had always experienced with his father, he was now experiencing with Peter. And slowly their hunger started to kick in. "I'm curious to see how this combination tastes. Garlic, paprika and tomato…"/ "Believe me, it tastes fantastic together. And the good thing is, we'll both stink…"/ "hehe, definitely".

After the first bite, Peter wasn't quite so enthusiastic. "mh…hm, maybe we should have fished somewhere first"/ "And where? All the lakes here have practically been filled in"/ "hmm…"/ "See… Oh man, I miss our beach. We really had a lot of fun there"/ "Yes… And there was good fish"… Even though he wasn't necessarily thrilled with the taste of the roasted vegetables, Peter ate everything anyway, after all, he was hungry too.

After dinner, Michael didn't want to lie down in the tent straight away. Instead, he lay down on the blanket in front of the tent and looked up at the night sky. Peter joined him a short time later "Are you OK?"/ "mhm. It's so quiet out here. Even though there are no more cars in the city, everything is still somehow… loud."/ "It is. There's hammering, drilling, people are trying to get their houses warm for the winter".

"Do you think everything will be a bit more normal here again one day? I mean… I've got used to all the walking, it's not wrong that there are no more cars, but… there's just so much missing. In summer it was always nice to be on the beach or at the fairground…"/ "mhm. Now we have to provide entertainment here ourselves".

"I'm not just talking about entertainment. We used to be able to just go into a store with our pocket money and buy whatever we wanted. A magazine, or lemonade". Peter thought for a moment and smiled. "Or a bag of potato chips, man, that would be great now"/ "hnhn, yes, or cookies…"/ "hehe. No, they should first make sure that we all have a working heating system. You know… I think there's something going on in the background…" Peter's voice became more serious.

"Do you think…they're deliberately not giving us any help here? It's been almost a year now… They should have asked about us a long time ago. I mean… Three people came back, they found a way back here…"/ "Exactly… Actually, someone from the military or some other aid organization should have turned up here a long time ago".

"Do you think they've forgotten us? Or think we're all dead?"/ "It's possible. Certainly not forgotten… But you've experienced what happened here yourself. Maybe no one wants to look… but I still have the feeling that someone here knows exactly what's going on."

"I think … that the Altos know something. I mean… Have they ever helped us in all this time? We kids in particular should have been given better support. I don't know what I would have done if Xander hadn't turned up on our doorstep one day…" Peter nodded in agreement. "Yeah, even if he screws up now and then, he takes care of you guys…hmm, do you think he might know something?".

"I don't know, I don't talk to him about his work and I don't think he would tell me anything. Besides, he's often pretty exhausted when he gets home, so I don't want to bug him…"/"hhh, oh man. ". Peter rubbed his eyes, he'd been up a long time and it was quite late. "Let's go to sleep now, shall we? " / "mhm."

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While Peter and Michael are already in their sleeping bags, Xander is a little surprised that evening. "hm. You do realize that this is my bed, don't you?"/ "I know that. But if Michael's not there, I don't want to sleep alone in the room"/ "ah… OK, then… Shall I read you something again? But the three little pigs are not for the night, that's an explicit instruction from your brother"/"hm, then another story…".

A children's book, appropriate, but not quite age-appropriate. Bella has long since outgrown the level of knowledge she gains from this book. She knows that herself and she's sure Xander knows that too. But it's something light, something that doesn't strain the mind too much, but also tires you out at some point because of all the colorful pictures. "Well, and that was triangles, circles and lots of other shapes."

After the girl fell asleep, Xander was in his own thoughts. "I got used to you guys really fast. Maybe… I should go check on her after all? I'm off tomorrow… Finally. And I haven't had a chance to check downstairs to see what's going on. Nick has the key. But a locked door isn't necessarily an obstacle, hnhn. Sleep well, girl".

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End of this Part

@greenplumbboblover ☺

poses partly by @justanothersimsblog (I don't know if I have chosen the right simblr to mark, unfortunately your Sims 3 Poses download page is not accessible?)…

[mudhamster]

CHWHWN: 15. December - "a meal"

Kacchan: wtf Why? Deku: hahah what is it Kacchan: *image attached* I don't know what I find weirder. Eating somewhere else with you or eating something you claim to have cooked Deku: I have my rice thingy!! And I can cut potatoes and fry meat too ᕦ⊙෴⊙ᕤ Kacchan: Equating frying meat with cutting potatoes is a red flag in itself Deku: Why? Kacchan: 'Why' he asks What do you want to cook? Curry? Deku: What do you want to eat? Kacchan: Curry. Deku: Ah. Ok. Curry then i guess haha Today? Kacchan: Today is Friday Deku: Shit, it's movie night. Well, then… Tomorrow? Evening? I think some of the others are home for the weekend. Or are we going to cook for everyone? Kacchan: No You and me on Saturday. I'll buy the meat. Deku: Then I'll buy the potato. Kacchan: And the rest Carrots Celery Onions Paprika chili pepper Curry cubes And not just one potato, you total culinary catastrophe!!!!!!! Deku: hm hm Watch out, bold question: Shall we go shopping together? Not the meat, Your Highness, but the rest? Kacchan: Would probably be for best …did you actually get everything you needed yesterday? There were only Doritos in the picture. Deku: Yes! And I wanted to ask something... What did you delete? Kacchan: If it was any of your business, it would still be there Deku: ಥ_ಥ

"We could have just cooked together, you know," Izuku pointed out, standing in the doorway with his arms full of bags of chips, pretzel sticks and crackers. Kacchan stood in front of him, scanned the selection and then picked out the Doritos, not caring if anything else fell out of his arms. But that didn't happen. "I know," he replied slowly, tucking the bag under his arm and licking his gums thoughtfully, "but it felt like shit knowing you all hang out together every fucking Friday. While I'm alone in my room." Izuku's eyes widened and he fought off a serious wave of pity. "That's actually the time you go to sleep…" he started to explain, but it sounded a bit pale on his tongue, "But we should have asked more often. I'm sorry." "Not your fault." … He closed his mouth and blinked at the boy in front of him, stunned. He was right, it wasn't his fault. But Izuku had the feeling that less than a month ago, he was to blame for EVERYTHING that went wrong in Kacchan's life. "The idiots accepted it too," he finally said, curling the corners of the chip bag and the second wave of pity hit Izuku harder than the first. "I'll ask you next time, Kacchan. Even if we just go to the mall after school." "You and your nerd gang?" Izuku nodded, thinking that the prospect of eating frozen yogurt at the mall with him and Shouto and Iida Tsuyu and Ochako wasn't something Kacchan would want to be a part of at all. "Yeah. We usually go when a new place opens. Last time it was churros. Before that, frozen yogurt. But it's just me and-" "Cool." "C-cool?" "Yeah," he growled into his face, then finally took a step back, leaving enough room for Izuku to step out of the space between Kacchan's solid body and the door, "Better than meeting at the arcade every other weekend and spending a bunch of money on stuffy air and empty hands." "Oh," Izuku breathed, blinking sideways, "that sounds really… not very smart." Kacchan reached behind him to close the door before Izuku could try to do that with a sleeve or an elbow. His internal mountain of astonishment and admiration grew with each of these actions. Kacchan carried the chips Izuku had bought for him in his arms and had picked him up from his room on the way to the common room. Besides, he assumed that their little conversation had led to the idea that Izuku would ask Kacchan… if he wanted to accompany them (HIM AND HIS FRIENDS, not particularly cool or badass!!) into the city. Right? He cleared his throat and started walking, "Just to make sure…" "Do you know the Nikoman booth? At the end of the main street by the library?" "Ugh. Yeah." "Dad told me they're going to add grilled meat and spareribs to the menu in the new year." ... if Izuku's arms weren't full, he would have squealed into his hands like a toddler at Christmas. That was the sweetest 'I want to be part of it' Izuku had ever heard. As it was, he could only bite his lips and watch Kacchan with raised eyebrows and eyes full of devotion as he grumpily finished his thought: "That would be something similar, wouldn't it? It's not a new place, but the menu-"

"Absolutely!" he interrupted him and Kacchan looked up as they reached the landing side by side.

His ears were red. A corner of his chip bag was suspiciously black. "This is definitely worth a visit," he repeated, and to relieve Kacchan of some of his tension, he awkwardly raised his overloaded arms: "My elbows still hurt from the day I fell down the stairs."

Red eyes flitted over his fingers and the many bags, "not to mention my back..."

Their eyes met.

"Could you maybe help me?"

Izuku saw that Katsuki took a deep breath. In a way that showed how agitated he actually was. But the moment passed quickly and he lifted enough of Izuku's burden that he could see the stairs at his feet and slowly began to walk down to the common room.

Kacchan followed at a minimal distance, but quickly caught up with him as Izuku threw him a fond, affectionate grin.

Every day felt more and more like… progress. Hope filled him to the tip of his nose and made his heart tingle for the rest of the evening.

[mrhaitch]

HIHI Mr. Haitch!

I just have some questions for you feel free not to answer if you don’t feel comfortable! I just like chatting!

What is your favourite mundane detail about being married or in a relationship?

What is your favourite thing to learn about?

Can you name a dish from your culture or just one you like so I can have meal prep inspo?

What animes do you watch? And is it a thing you do individually or like movie night with @pseudowho

1. The small touches, smiles, meeting each others eyes across a crowded room. Passing each other in the kitchen, and brushing hands or giving each other a squeeze.

2. Something new and challenging. I remember having to familiarise myself with basic quantum mechanics - with no background - to grasp Tim Morton's Hyperobject theory and it was thrilling.

3. Hm, a lot of English cooking is pretty dreadful and uninspiring. Here's a quick thing I make which I use for a quick calorie/protein injection when on a bulk cycle:

In a frying pan or wok gently heat diced chorizo until the oil seeps out, then fry until they start to turn crispy. Add a teaspoon of chipotle paste and half an onion cut into half rings, fry until fragrant, then add smoked paprika, cayenne pepper, a small amount of ground coriander, BBQ sauce, and hot sauce to preference. Fry for a minute, throw in a tin of baked beans and heat until cooked. Serve with cheese on toast or as a dip with nachos. It's like 1000 calories but it's a personal favourite.

4. At the moment - Goblin Slayer, SpyxFamily, Gintama, and we're about to catch up on Demon Slayer. We usually watch together but for some series (say Gintama) that Haitch isn't interested in I'll typically watch it while she writes.

[bluesky88diary]

Reading your replies on Twitter for me is such an interesting thing each time I guess what emotions you put in each reply. Are you laughing or take it seriously, you do it for fun and to make your fans happy or both.

After common morning routine, wake up thinking about you, read a little to settle thoughts down, pray, eat oats fruits nuts... After all that I thought to write but have no thoughts, thus went to cook. I don't read receipts, merely play with food. It can end up tasty or not, but I like to imagine how mixing this or that will end up. This way I find out delicious ragout receipt. First I fry in oil big chanks of carrot, then add a little onion and one stick of cinnamon with paprika and other ingredients to stuff the dish.

Last days I feel myself a little nasty, say careless words. Today I looked at me from aside wondering where it came from. Like a bad ass guy. Hm, is this the influence of people I live with? If so then I wish to leave....... This quality to soak in around environment requires to choose carefully. That's why I'm okay to push people away, keep them remote, because often I want to be the one I like to be. What I like about nature and traveling both take out best qualities of me. People ask am I afraid to travel alone? I don't feel ever alone. Very comfortable with nature around and company of living beings (except mosquitos).

Here in U.S. now I can buy things I would never afford, but things mean nothing for me, only like a tool, I won't buy if I can't utilize it well. Here is things but I feel lacking myself a... I think what the difference now and before. Only conclusion I make I feel lacking of you. Do you understand? I miss you....... .. . Okay, but you have your own life. Weird thing, we want to unite our lives with somebody special but at the same time hesitate worth it or no.

There is good reason to think so, but only one thing makes me calm, whatever God does is the best, that's why I don't hesitate to make step after step closer to you. Because of you many good things happen.

Perhaps you too imagine a thousand stories about how our date could be and more likely it will be none of them, something unique.

Anyway God holds our future in his hands. Let's enjoy it for his glory.

[strywoven]

Back straightens , paws motion about , ❝ Nothing fancy , I can take care of the particulars for the transmutations you may need me to do , but it must be stur— ❞ Fur ruffles , head cocking back over winged shoulder to peer quizzically towards the guest room – rather , h i s new room.  Huh , seems if there’s ever a need for something , the cottage would oblige.  Dyn’lo has never known such magic afore , he finds it both startling as much as FASCINATING .  Clearing his throat , looking back to Myles , he bows his head in a show of respectful g r a t i t u d e , ❝ Thank you , Master Myles , ❞ The formal moniker comes out automatically in lieu of their contract , ❝ That will do nicely. ❞  Hasn’t even looked at it , but then again he doesn’t really need to.

Foraging ; that , he could do ( it would likely give him a good excuse to get more familiar with the lay of the land ) .  It certainly wouldn’t be much of a problem.  At the offering of the spoon , the Dustling gingerly takes a taste and considers it for a moment.  ❝ Hm , I believe the stock is a bit b l a n d , wouldn’t you say ?  Do we have any spices to bolster the flavor a bit ? ❞  Dyn’lo hesitates , unsure if he is allowed to go sniffing about for things.  ❝ Perhaps some paprika or cumin.  I’ve heard , too , adding brown sugar might compliment things , depending on the vegetables. ❞  Of course , he’s no chef ; but his self-assured , earnest smile speaks for itself.

strywoven​

With the approval given , Dyn’lo hops out of his seat , eager and curious.  Having only made it a few paces , he turns back at the sound of Myles calling after him , passing him a warning about the fireplace nearby.  ❝ The space above the fireplace , ❞ Dyn’lo echoes , head tipping ‘tween the witch and the hearth as he digests the words ‘fore giving a nod in understanding , ❝ Rest assured , I’ll not be disturbing the shadows there. ❞  Though he’s not privy to putting himself nor his new Master at risk , he does stand beyond the stone threshold of the hearth and look up at it curiously.  Satisfying himself on the fact Myles will eventually tell him what he needs to know in time , the Dustling idly meanders from place-to-place ( the bedroom he’s been allotted , the pantry , even the garden ) , careful not to disturb anything , carefuler still to m e m o r i z e the spaces of the cottage ( as much as the scent of it , which will help him always return home ) .

Returning again to the central area where he’d been speaking with Myles earlier , he watches the witch bustle by , asking if he needed anything more.  At first , the Forger is tempted to profess – once again – he really didn’t need much of anything.  But thinking on it , feeling the weight of his hammer on his back , he feels compelled to ask for at LEAST one thing , ❝ Is it possible to have a workbench ? ❞  If not , he could make do with working outside on flat terrain.  He smiles at the next question , ❝ Ah , Dustling are omnivorous.  We can eat almost anything ; grains , insects , fruits , meat … Stew will be fine.  I can help with that , if you like.  Surely two less adequate cooks will create a single , better one. ❞  Yes , surely.  That is how culinary math works.  And besides , it would provide a good opportunity to get to know each other a bit more.

“A workbench? What kind?” The sound of sliding furniture comes from their bedroom, the cottage groaning as things shift in the small space away from their view. A work bench would appear, though blank and unassuming. Anything the other asks for might materialize within reason for their needs. The room was now deceptively larger to accommodate. “If you need things like fire, there’s one behind the cottage, but if you need it bigger or hotter for any reason, I can show you were we have those. There’s also a river and a spring near by for washing up and drinking water. We can go tomorrow.” 

“I only eat insects on certain days, so you may need to forage for those on your own,” witch laughs at the thought, bringing a spoon upwards to taste and then offering it to the other, “yes, please. Taste it and tell me what you think it needs.” 

[libraryofloveletters]

Crazy In Love

Eddie Diaz x Reader 

Warnings: mentions of injuries, Eddie can’t do math or cook for shit, friends to lovers :))) 

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Author’s Note: takes place after Stuck (2x04) when abuela breaks her hip. Also, this was supposed to be for 911 readers week but I didn’t finish it in time sooooo just take it now instead :) 

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The phone rang, your arm stretched over the pile of dishes on the counter. “Hello ?” you answered, putting it on speaker and setting it back down.

Eddie’s voice rang through the speaker, echoing through the empty apartment. “Hey, can you do me a huge favour ?”

“If you're gonna ask me to bake a cake, I have literally no time, honey. I’m really sorry but I need to finish this order-” Eddie sounds like he cut himself off before saying something as you explain that you’re busy.

“Eds? Are you there ?”

“Yeah- yeah, I'm here.”

“What’s up?”

“You’re busy, I don’t want to bother you.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes because no matter how busy you are, you always made time for Eddie. He sighs heavily, so much so that you can hear him thinking.

“Eddie, what is it ?”

“Can you pick Chris up from school ? I know you’re busy but if you can’t, that’s ok-” “of course I can pick him up!”

The sound of a breath being released before a feminine voice called out for him. “I gotta go, Abuela needs me but he’s off at 3. Thank you, y/n - really.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Eddie.”

He mumbles something before hanging up. You glance at the phone screen - 2:24. You had enough time to change and shove the dishes in the dishwasher before having to head out so you did just that.

You had picked up Christopher from school a million times. His teachers knew you well enough that Eddie no longer had to call and let them know he wouldn't be picking up Chris but that you would be.

Standing outside of the school, the PTA parents were gossiping within their little bubbles, talking about the other members behind their backs but smiling in their faces. You bit back a smile before walking towards the gate. The students were lined up by the door, waiting for the bell to ring.

The moment it does, the students come running out with their teacher a few feet behind them in an attempt to keep up with them. One by one, their teacher lets them out, Christopher finally spotting you and this teacher waves hello as they open the gate for him.

“Y/n! What are you doing here!?” his little face lights up with a smile.

“Your dad asked me to come get you, he's with abuela.”

The two of you start making your way back to the car when Christopher asks you what his plans for the afternoon were. Soon you realized that Eddie didn’t give you any explanation as to where to go or what to do after you picked up Chris.

“How does ice cream and then abuela’s sound ?”

“Can we take some for her and dad too?” Chris asks as you help him into the car.

“Of course we can.”

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Christopher was lugging his backpack over his shoulder when you knocked on the door, two containers of ice cream in hand. Eddie opens the door, grinning at his son whose face matches his father’s.

“Hey kiddo” Eddie kneels, wrapping the boy in his arms. Christopher’s arms extend around his father, “hi dad, we bought ice cream” he points out the obvious.

Eddie glances up at you, the ice cream tucked under your arm - he flashes you a smile.

“Oh yeah?” he lets go of Chris. “Did you have any?”

“No,” he shakes his head, his hair flopping around as he snickers. Eddie pushes the hair from Christopher’s forehead. “So what’s this on your face?” swiping his finger on Chris’s chin, a little smudge of brown on his finger from the leftover ice cream.

“Paint.” Chris smiles at his father sweetly.

“Uh huh, paint.” he chuckles, stepping aside for Chris to come further into the house.

“Thanks for picking him up,” he leans on the door frame, stretching and his arms lift above his head as he does. You can’t help but glance down at the area of exposed skin - eyes glued to the man in front of you.

“Y/n?” Eddie’s waving his hands in front of you, eyes raising from their previous spot to his face - the blush was creeping up on your face whilst that stupid smug smile of his was on his.

“Would you like to come in?”

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude.”

“You won’t be.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

Stepping in, you take in the house. You had been by Isabel’s once or twice before but you had never come inside the house. The walls were painted a warm yellow colour, the furniture was spotless as was the rest of the house. Isabel sat on the couch with Chris beside her as he told her about his day at school.

“Chris, did you wash your hands?” Eddie calls, the door shutting. Chris doesn't answer which is an answer in itself. “Go now, please.” Eddie’s voice sounds closer, glancing behind you to see him beside you.

Chris grumbles but gets up, Isabel turns her attention to you and Eddie. “How are you feeling ?”

“As well as someone can with a broken hip” she gives you a smile.

“I’m glad you’re okay, you gave Eddie a scare” giving him a playful shove. “We got ice cream, vanilla and toffee. Chris said toffee was your favourite” handing her the small container. “It is, thank you. That’s so sweet of you.” she smiles, pulling the top off.

“No need to thank me, it was Christopher’s idea.”

“Ah, well I'll thank him when he comes back out.” she says smiling, “Eddie, a spoon please ?” she glances at the man beside you. He hums, stepping away for a moment to get her a spoon.

Chris comes running back in after washing his hands. “Dad! Can we stay over? Abuela said it was okay” he’s beside his father now, looking up at him with his big brown eyes that were practically begging him to let him.

You, Eddie and Isabel all knew that Christopher had his father wrapped around his finger and would ultimately get his way but Eddie had to give him a fatherly response and say no, they should go home. Isabel doesn't usually butt in but this time she did.

“Mijo, stay. I could use the company.” She says, patting the spot beside her and Chris makes his way over to sit beside her.

Eddie sighs, if he had a soft spot, it was for the two people on the couch. “Fine, just tonight then.”

Isabel smiles, satisfied with his answer. “y/n, stay for dinner darling. Eddie’s cooking” “Yea- who said I was cooking?” Eddie butts in, shocked at the assumption. “I did, mijo. Don’t worry, I'll tell you what to do.”

“Buddy, why don’t you finish up your homework so you can relax for the rest of the night ?” Eddie calls out to Chris, who again groans. He loved school but despised homework - as did most kids.

“I have math, I need help so I can’t do it because you’re busy.” Chris says plainly, thinking his statement will get him out of his math work because Eddie can’t do math for shit.

“I can help.”

“Y/n, you don't have to-” “no, it’s fine. C’mon kiddo” Chris grumbles, making his way to the dining room table, the two of you taking a seat when Eddie helps Isabel up and to the kitchen.

You can hear them talking and her telling Eddie to cut things a certain way or not to put too much of something into the pot. It only took 20 minutes for Christopher to finish his math homework, he brought it into the kitchen to show his dad.

“Look! I’m done! Math’s easy when you understand it.” that last bit was a little dig at Eddie and his math skills. You ruffled Chris’s hair as he walked back into the living room.

“Did he just-” Eddie watches his son make his way to the couch.

You hold back a laugh,“Mhm hm” Eddie shakes his head, chuckling. “Here, taste this.” he picks up some sauce from the pot, holding the spoon over his hand before handing it to Isabel.

Her face twists when she tastes it, “Eddie, I love you honey, but that’s terrible.” you press your lips together, holding back a chuckle.

“What?” he pouts, sighing. “I swear it tasted fine ten minutes ago.” sitting beside Isabel in defeat.

You pick up another spoon and taste some for yourself, your expression matching Isabel’s from moments ago. Eddie had remembered to put everything in, except the paprika and the salt, you add a bit of both and stir the pot. Taking the spoon from Eddie, you pick up a bit of the sauce and hand it back to Isabel.

“Ah, that’s better.” she hums, making you smile as she hands you back the spoon. Eddie sighs, letting you know that he was still there.

"Why don’t you go see if Christopher wants to watch something or if he wants a snack ?” his grandmother nudged him, a signal for him to leave the kitchen. “y/n can take over for you”

“Abuela, you can’t invite them in and have them work for their dinner.” he says, making her laugh.

“It’s okay Eds,” waving him off. “I don’t mind, really.”

Eddie left the kitchen and made his way over to the couch, listening as Chris told him about his day. He glanced back to see if everything was alright but he noticed that the two of you were laughing as you told Isabel something. Eddie would be lying if his heart didn’t skip a beat.

He stopped seeking his parents’ approval of who he dated- for a matter of fact, it went out the window when he brought Shannon home the first time but seeing you with an abuela made him so warm and happy, he couldn't help but smile.

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Eddie’s hand slipped onto your hip, his chest against your back. “Can I help you, Eddie?” you mumble, your eyes on the dishes in front of you.

He hums, hands coming around and arms now wrapped around your waist. Eddie felt your wet hands pull his hands off of you, “Isabel and Chris are in the other room, stop it”

His head tilted, that innocent look on his face, “stop what?”

“Eddie,” turning to face him, “shh I don’t want to hear it” he cuts you off, hands back on your waist.

“I don’t think I've ever loved someone the way I love you.” His words come off so sweet and loving but hit you like a ton of bricks.

You loved Eddie, more than anything but you had never actually told him nor did you ever feel the need too. It was always implied that as friends, you loved and cared about each other.

Eddie always knew he loved you, there was never any question about that but something about you, seeing you with an abuela and how great you were with Christopher (as you always were) just pushed him over the edge.

He had to tell you.

“Y/n, you know I love you- and before you say anything, I know I’ve never actually said it to you but I didn’t feel like I had too, you knew I did.”

“I know.”

“Yeah.”

You were still gathering your thoughts, trying to come up with the words to tell him you loved him too but Eddie’s expression changed. His brows furrowed, eyes studying your face - the worry had set in.

What if you didn’t feel the same way ? God, he’d feel so stupid if he embarrassed himself like that.

The years of friendship were enough for you to realize how he was feeling. You were lacking words and you know what they say, actions speak louder than words.

Your hands reach for his face, now cupping his cheeks. Your lips meet his, he pulls you closer to him- if that's even possible. It was a few moments before you pulled away.

Eddie smiles lovingly at you and you’re sure you have the same expression plastered on your face. “Um- I think that says it.” you hum, smiling at him.

“Doesn't mean you can't say it,” he pokes fun at you, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“Eddie?”

“Y/n,”

“I love you.”

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[frostbittenbucky]

Tim making a cooking tutorial on a livestream on fried pork chops

Tim: “ok so now we add to the flower. Remember no measuring, we go by our hearts”

Tim scans the ingredients, garlic powder, onion power, Cayenne, paprika, Salt, Pepper, and crushed red pepper

Livestream comments:

“Boy that’s it???”

“You about to have no flavor”

“Bruh 🥴”

“Say siiiiikkkkeee rn”

“Stoooopppp”

“Tell us you’re white without saying your white”

Tim: “come on guys, trust the process. Now let’s add our ingredients” [pours stingy amounts into the flower]

Tim: [holding the crushed red peoper] “now we do need to be carful with this, we don’t want to over do”

Tim starts shaking the red pepper in, a large amount pours out

Tim: [looking into the camera] “fuck. Now we start fishing it out” [takes out half the seasoning he put in] “ok, now we’re ready to fry”

Tim cook’s all the pork chops in a fryer, over cooking all of them. Half the flower didn’t even stick

Tim: “ok they’ve cooled off, time for the taste test” [eats a small piece and starts fanning his mouth] “oh god, it’s too spicy” [nose dripping]

Tim: [stained voice] “next step is take it to your father because he’s too nice to say anything bad about your cooking”

Tim walking with the plate of pork chops with the livestream still going. He knocks on Bruce’s office door

Bruce: “come in” [Bruce actually doing work for WE, doesn’t look up]

Tim: “Bruce I made you something, can you take a taste and tell the livestream how I did?”

Bruce: [looks up before finishing what he was writing] “alright, let’s see what you have”

Tim sets the plate in front of Bruce, Bruce raises an eyebrow as he moves paperwork aside

Bruce: “no fork or knife?” [stars questionably at the plain looking pork chops]

Tim: “no, this isn’t fine dining”

Bruce: [staring at the plate] “did you bake these?”

Tim: “no… I fried them”

Bruce: [eyebrows scrunching] “hm… I see” [picks up a pork chop and takes a bite. He had to fight a little because it’s so rubbery]

Tim: “well?”

Bruce: [looks dead inside] “it’s great, bud” [forces himself to swallow]

Tim: [to the stream] “see guys, you gotta trust the process” [to Bruce] “sorry if it’s a little spicy”

Bruce: [genuinely confused] “it’s not spicy at all, Tim”

The stream

“You KNOW that man lying”

“I could never”

“He probably doesn’t know what seasoning is either”

“He looks like he’s going to cry”

“😭😂😂 he is not enjoying himself”

Tim: [is annoyed] “ok Bruce, I need your honest criticism on this. The live stream says I did a shit job”

Bruce: [deer in headlights, not sure if this is a trick question] “uh, it was good. You did a good job…”

The stream

“LIARRRR”

“that man looks so scared”

“Save Bruce Wayne 2021”

Alfred: [walks onto the room]

Tim: “Alfred! Can you try this?”

Alfred: [glares at the obviously poorly executed pork chops] “why”

Tim: [breaking off a bit] “here, I have to prove something”

Alfred: [tries it and immediately spits it out] “dear lord, forgive me, master Bruce, master Timothy. Who on Earth has made that monstrosity?”

Bruce: “uh”

Tim: “it was Bruce”

Alfred: [appalled] “don’t you dare lie to me, young man. Master Bruce may not be an award winning chef but he at least a knows how to decently season his food, and knows how to cook it to a state that still leaves it edible”

Tim: “…I gotta go…”

Starts getting dragged by the stream before ending it

[little-fairy-forest]

Gone to voicemail | 2

Bakugou x fem!reader, angst, fluff, romance

Summary : Bakugou and Y/n go through hardships during their engagement, will they be able to wait for each other at the alter or will they find someone new to share their vows with?

Bakugou poured the hot water from the kettle into the two teacups, he rummaged for some light snacks in the cupboards.

A voice from across the room called, making Katsuki answer as he brought the items over to the table

"How long do you think y/n will be away for? Normally they would be calling you by now to make sure your okay, although they might be asleep" they said as they brought their cup to their lips

"Not sure, maybe a few days, but with the media on our asses it might be lookin' like a week, dunno"

"Hm, I could see how she is? Not sure of our friendship status though, don't want to cross onto unwanted territory" she says as she takes a sweet from the tray

"She likes you, she never has said a bad word about you, ever, she never does about anyone– she is a loyal person so if she likes you and considers you her friend? She'll defend your name for life"

"True true, but ya' know me being your ex...it might look a bit weird"

"Tch, we were only dating for a year and a bit, she knows our past, so does everyone else, they all know we're business partners"

"Yeah but the media and the public don't know everything that goes on behind closed doors"

"And I'd like to keep it that way" katsuki isn't happy thinking about what the media could think of them, he doesn't care really– it's more so what you might think of the situation

Katsuki looks over at his ex on the sofa as she pets Paprika. He thinks about what life would of been like if he never broke up with her. He thought about what life as pro heros would of been like, being side by side on the battle feild would be like. Katsuki remembers why they broke up, nothing bad happened they just weren't able to make things work with hero training and exams, they decided to end on good terms before things turned sour.

Katsuki was taken out of his train of thought as she pipes up after placing her empty tea cup down

"What are your next steps regarding y/n? At least tell me you apologised for yelling and getting angry with her?"

"No‐ not yet. I will when she is awake tomorrow, probably will give her the ring after work. I'll see if we can meet up, I'd prefer to do it in person then over the phone ya' know?"

Katsuki wanted you home so fucking bad. He was running on emotions rather then intelligence. He understands that you have the right to be pissed off – which you are – but he doesn't want things to end on a bad note. He wouldn't be able to live even knowing you walked away with a bad taste in your mouth from your relationship with him.

"Make sure she is home before anything serious else happends alright? I'll be in work for the next week so I can't play therapist any longer, go give kirishima a call, I'm sure he can help" she says as she gathers her belongings from the sofa

"I would only if the other idiots don't trail along, they probably see this as a time to get drunk or some shit, I know I said this before but I'm not lookin' to drag you into this crap, you were the only one to hear me out" katsuki grumbles as he follows her to the door unlocking it and letting her out

"Alright text me or anyone else if you need anything, don't let y/n be waiting for an apology, I'm serious"

"Yeah, yeah I got it. Thanks again Camie see ya' around" katuski says his goodbye as he scratches his scalp and rests his hand in his pocket

"No problem katsu, just give me a call if you need me to cover a shift! Bye!" Camie gleams as she waves goodbye as she walks away down the corridor of the apartment building towards the elevator

Katsuki closes the door and makes his way back to the sofa and sits down beside paprika

*woof*

"You talkin' to me?" Katsuki asks paprika as if she would respond

*woof*

Katsuki scratches paprika head as she gets comfy beside him. Katsuki called Camie over since he knew she was available after work. He would of called Kirishima but he was worried that group that would follow along would try and make him get drunk. It happned before after he broke up with Camie, Kaminari snook some of his parents alcohol and they tried to him Katsuki forget about her.

The relationship between Katsuki and Camie is a safe one. No romantic feelings there, just a simple friendship that they both agreed on. He was happy he got to keep her as a close friend since he felt like he didn't have many,

Well you were his best friend– still are – but my fuck does he want you home right now to help him fall asleep. During the conversation he had with Camie they talked about why Katsuki was annoyed, and how he could of prevented him lashing out on you. He was frustrated with himself since he was taught by his personal trainer in work to get rid of  unwanted emotions either in training or on the battle feild.

This is why Katsuki and Camie were in a stable relationship before. Camie was his rock, the person he knew would listen to him when other's wouldn't. He knew Camie would drop everything to help him so he knew he could rely on her at a shit time like now. Camie and Katsuki had dreams together they are still achieving side by side. One of them was Camie standing beside him as he accepts his no.1 award. But when they broke up and you took her place a few years later when Katsuki met you at Momo's merchandise launch you designed and was the most successful launch of the year, he was hooked. Anyone and everyone could see Camie was a little jealous seeing you beside Katsuki instead of her. You were beside him at hero parties and gala's, wearing matching outfits you designed along side Katsuki's parent's. You rose to fame along side your boyfriend and you both were announced the most loved hero couple. Merchandise was made of you both constantly, you kept a small drawing given to you by a young child they drew of you and Katsuki that down decorates your hallway in your apartment for everyone to see.

The new merchandise you wanted to show Katsuki when he came home before the fight broke out was of the two of you and paprika as dolls in casual summer clothing. You knew fans were asking for a couples collector doll including your furry pal, unfortunately your fans might never see the product adorn store shelves.

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Katsuki turned off the lights as he made his way to bed, the smell of his quirk still potent in the room as he opened a window to help the smell travel out. He got into bed and grabbed your pillow. He is a secret lovesick lover, he can barely sleep without you, so he needs to be able to hold you or something of yours. He tucked your pillow under his arm to mimicking your body that he would cuddle during the night.

"Night y/n"

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Katsuki woke up to the feeling of something beside him, his morning conscious didn't let him register the fluffy body before he hugged it tight,

"Mornin' babe" Katsuki's morning voice groaned as be stirred awake

*woof*

Katsuki froze and opened his eyes, only to find Paprika facing him wide awake, up and ready for her morning walk. Katsuki thought you were beside him as you normally would be, he wasn't mad that his fluffy friend took your place but wasn't happy about it either

Katsuki got up out of bed and let paprika follow him as he got ready before patrol, he took his phone to the bathroom to check his socials before he leaves and to see if y/n texted him back after last night

One new message from Kirishima

Katsuki knew it was about the patrol schedule and where they're going for lunch, he would rather check his timeline to see if the media has posted anything else on his breakup

@hero-media : when will we see new Dynamight merch?? It's been sooo long 🤧😱

@hero-media : anyone know why Dynamight hasn't told us the story yet?? What's he hiding?

@hero-media : Shouto's meet and greet has been postponed to next week due to a miss communication on the food being served! Who knew how much this man was dedicated to cold soba 🤔🥣

Katsuki has decided to keep quite on his end and not post anything on his social media regarding you both, he will wait until its nessisary or people start crazy roomers.

He finished up in the bathroom and made his way to the bedroom to quickly change into workout gear to bring paprika on a walk before work. Katsuki grabs his shoes from his closet and makes his way into the kitchen to get paprika leash ready before leaving.

The morning glow of the sun peaking through the curtains shine brightly on the lavish ring on the counter that hadn't moved since the day previous. Katsuki knew each time he looked at that ring and knew it was missing from it's home, which was on your finger, he knew he was letting you slip through his fingers and he needed to get his ass him gear if he wanted to see you wear that again.

Katsuki ties his shoes and gets paprika ready to go. He locks his apartment door and the air conditioning from the apartments hallway hits him as he walks to the elevator as paprika trails behind him. He presses the button and waits for the doors to open.

As Katsuki and paprika step out of the elevator doors as it reached the ground floor of the apartment, they make there way to the front doors of the apartment complex. The summer heat floods Katsuki's senses as he brings paprika along the sidewalk.

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Paprika is familiar with the route they take on their walks so she leads the way by slightly pulling katsuki along. Katsuki doesn't mind as he is more focused on avoiding people passing by and the music playing in his earphones.

As they make their way to a busy crosswalk, paprika sits down as she was trained to wait for the cars passing before it was safe to cross, katsuki made sure your dog was very well trained as to not have difficulties.

Katsuki notices some paparazzi across the road interviewing some smaller heros on patrol, he wants to stay far away from them as to avoid the much wanted topic of conversation.

Unfortunately paprika had a different idea. As they cross the street and began walking towards the park, paprika spots a bird minding it's own business eating whatever it found on the floor. Paprika sprints towards the bird dragging katuski along making him startled and be dragged along

"Hey- slow down, your gonna break my damn arm!" Katsuki yells not caring about the heads turning as people watch the funny scene unfold, unfortunately also gathering the attention of some fans

"Hahah is that Dynamight?! Quick get a video of this!" A bypasser says as they take out their phone to record the scene. Katsuki didn't care, he was more focused on his dog not getting a lovely snack before breakfast.

"Dynamight?? Wow- quick get the crew!"

The paparazzi shouts towards the camera crew as they try and get close enough towards Katsuki to ask some questions, questions Katsuki would like to avoid

"Mr.Dyanamight! How are you handling your breakup?"

"Dynamight will you be looking into an arranged quirk marriage so the venue doesn't go to waste??"

"Mr.Bakugou will we be able to see y/n? We miss her! "

"Y/n deserves better then someone who would rather be in the office then at home!" One hater yelled over the interviewer

Katsuki could hear the questions but kept his head down as he turned up the volume on his phone for his music. He pulls paprika towards the park trying to get away from the media

"Hey wait! Is there a chance we can get an inside story as to why you guys really called off the wedding??"

Katsuki keeps walking with paprika trailing behind. He never cared for paparazzi or interviews asking meaningless questions unless it was after a tragic event and people needed to be reassured everything was alright. Katsuki knew he needed to make a statement soon to keep your name safe from the media and to clear up some allegations.

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As katsuki and paprika have been at the park for a while. Not many people where at this section of the public park since the playground was at the opposite side. He sits down near some food stalls as he gives paprika some water since it got very warm and katsuki would rather her have the water then himself.

He could hear some background conversations since clearly people forget they are in public and other people could hear them.

"I think he doesn't even love her anymore, probably just stringing her along for the money– poor girl" one person said

"I'd say they decided to have some fun and add a third person one night and feelings got involved, I'm wondering who it could be?"

Another adds to the conversation

"Hm no I'd say they want different things in life, they seem so different. Their relationship never seemed right with me" the final person said as the conversation faded into the distance as the group left the food stall with their food.

Katsuki really needs to say something incase the rumours really start to hurt. He doesn't love you? How did they come to that theory? He really does love you, so fucking much. So much infact he will happily go beg for you back and marry you tonight if he could! But your still off the radar hopefully still at the hotel and not somewhere unsafe.

8:27am

Katsuki realises the time and he needs to get home before patrol so he can have breakfast and feed paprika .

As they made their way back to the apartment, Katsuki realises his phone going off revealing a text coming through. Katsuki unlocks the door allowing paprika to trail in and go get some water as katsuki takes off his shoes and swaps them for slippers before getting her breakfast, Katsuki will eat at the office.

One new message from y/n ❤

Y/n ❤ : I need time to think about our future, I want time to think of a way to try and solve our issues together like a couple should. For now I'll be coming back when your on patrol to get the rest of my things as I'm planning to stay with my brother until things get sorted, stay safe out there

Wow, that hurt

Katsuki texts back nit expecting a response right away, but doesn't care he is responding to quickly, he care.

Katsuki 🧡 : I'll be back at 4, paprika will be waiting for you :) I can take the rest of the week off to meet up somewhere and discuss things over. I'm really fucking sorry but I know it means more in person to apologise to I'll wait until I can meet you to talk things through. Love you lots stinker :•)

Katsuki kept the lovely dovey crap to a minimum but he wanted to give a small apology before he spills his heart out. If he needs to play Romeo and steal back his Juliet, watch the fuck out because this prince charming is coming for his sweet princess

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You check your phone after sending Katsuki your text.

Katsuki 🧡 : I'll be back at 4, paprika will be waiting for you :) I can take the rest of the week off to meet up somewhere and discuss things over. I'm really fucking sorry but I know it means more in person to apologise to I'll wait until I can meet you to talk things through. Love you lots stinker :•)

Right

At least he wants to meet up with you. You want to sort things out with Katsuki, forget about the wedding for the moment, you want your man back in your arms only if he can understand why he can't have you at the moment. You feel like your teaching a child why they can't have every toy at the toy store.

You want to go to couples counselling. You believe it's the last resort and maybe for Katsuki and yourself to seek a therapist privately and separately incase there are other things that needed to be sorted out.

You finish drinking your small drink you made at the hotels small coffee station in the hotel room as you turn on the tv to your show that you enjoy watching. You made plans with your brother to stay with him until things get sorted out with Katsuki so you're no longer staying in a hotel room. As much as you want to snuggle up beside katsuki and hear his bear snores and hear him fight paprika over bed space beside you, you mentally need space from him to learn why your relationship has come to a halt before it gets messy, even though it clearly has begun to fall apart.

You pack your things as you get ready to clock out of your hotel room before 10 as that's when you called your taxi too take you to your brothers house not to far from the hotel.

Your brother, b/n, is your buddy, your best friend. Even though he is two years younger, he still acts like a goofy 15 year old boy. Crazy to think he owns a house before you. Well, the apartment is closest to Katsuki's agency and near a train station for you to get into town.

You will check up on Katsuki later after hero work, you will probably will leave him another note.

You also are dying to get paprika into your arms. Poor girl is probably on that weird healthy dog crap again, we all know she enjoys your breakfast leftovers and small snacks, even much to Katsuki's dismay you love treating your baby girl as if she was your own daughter.

You have made plans to celebrate with Momo and the other girls on the weekend at a small party she is throwing for her friends. You have to go and find something to wear before the party. Your confident in your sense in fashion that no matter what you pick you will be the most gorgeous version of yourself you have seen in a while.

You may even post something from the party on social media to tease the media, is it worth it? Fuck it. You only live once as who cares if your out partying? No one cam dictate how you spend your time!

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@hero-media : Dyanight caught with his dog chasing a bird in the streets of Tokyo! Wonder what was so appealing about that bird! 🐶❤🐦

@hero-media : anyone else got crazy assumptions about Dynamight's relationship status with y/n L/n??

@Dynamight : the relationship between myself and @y/n_l/n is still being dealt with privately and for the foreseeable future to remain out of the public eye until further notice. We ask you kindly to keep your rumours and assumptions about us out of the media incase something false gets taken too far. Thank you and have a good day

- Bakugou Katsuki

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-> part one

-> Masterlist

[shadsasaur]

hooooooooooo. ive got some

okay lets start with beef things we do regularly

KOREAN BEEF - very good, not much veggies in this but you can whip it together pretty fast and the flavour is great. have used ground chicken or turkey in it and its still been great

MEATED LOAF - i love this one. as written it says both ground beef and pork but weve swapped it for turkey no issues, and makes enough for leftovers the next day.

PICADILLO - im sorry i asked lex for his recipe and he gave me a png. the combination of beef, cinnamon and raisins is fun and pretty unique tho

if we move on from ground beef to stewing beef chunks, i would super recommend MEXICAN STEWED BEEF or HUNGARIAN GOULASH. both pretty straightforward.

for chicken. hm. i always love recommending CHICKEN AND HOT GRAPES because hot grapes makes me laugh and its better than youd think. made a CHICKEN PINEAPPLE MACARONI SALAD lately and loved it.

chicken adjacent but i fucking love this TURKEY TETRAZZINI and weve made it to impress people. make it pretty regularly. and if youve got sausages on hand, SAUSAGE AND BROCCOLINI ORZO is fairly easy and delicious and if you want to put a bit more effort in and go both chicken and chorizo. find some dang beef chorizo and make paella. lex kinda combines this and this, and if you ask him to elaborate:

he becomes the grandmother telling a novella on a recipe site

Notes:

Usually we have a full pound of chorizo and I only want a half pound, so I cook it first then put half away. If I had exactly as much as I needed I'd probably do more like the recipes where it goes in after veg. Maybe? But I often do it first then take it all out of the pan to cook the veg.

Usually we have pre-cooked chicken. Even so, it does help if you can brown it a little bit, gets it good and flavourful. If it were raw I'd probably pre-cook the chicken alone in the pan before the veg, just to be sure, paranoid about raw chicken.

I chop everything smaller than what it'll say. For me, food is good when the pieces are of a uniform size. Big chicken chunks and small chorizo bits makes it weird for me.

We don't eat seafood so I dunno when that goes in.

We use all basmati all the time, dunno what happens if you use rice that would take longer to cook or have different instructions.

Typically:

Fry chorizo (1/2 lb ish), remove from pan.

Brown up pre-cooked chicken chunks (1/2 lb ish?) in chorizo grease. Salt and pepper maybe garlic powder and paprika too if you're feeling bold. (If all the pieces of the food taste good, the food will taste good.) Remove from pan.

Olive oil if the pan needs it. Fry red pepper (like 3/4 or 1 pepper chopped up). If you're an onion eater, do it here too. Salt & pepper.

Add some olive oil, maybe 1/2 - 1 tbsp ish? I don't measure, just glug some out of the jug. It'll probably look too greasy, but the rice will soak it up in a second or something.

Add garlic and red pepper flakes, follow your heart on how much. Cook for a minute or two, but don't burn the garlic. The goal is to make good tasting olive oil to go into the rice.

I think somehwere around here I probably put the chorizo and chicken back in. It's all cooked, just stirring stuff together I guess.

Add the rice. (1/2 cup) No juice yet. Just stir the rice around in the oil for a few minutes. Don't let the rice stick to the pan, that'll suck. If you need more oil to keep that from happening, go for it. Shouldn't be pools of oil lying about though, just enough that it doesn't stick, the rice should pretty much suck it up, I guess.

Juice goes in now. (1 1/2 cups - more than what rice calls for on the bag, but without a lid on there I find it needs that) Last time I used water + veggie soup base + concentrated chicken stock. But any good tasting stock would probably work here. Maybe not beef, but chicken or veggie.

Saffron, bay leaves, some thyme (fresh, dried, whatever). Salt and pepper to taste.

Cook uncovered until rice is cooked. Stir it lots.

At the end, if it starts to look dry or stick too much to the pan on the bottom and the rice isn't done yet, add more water or stock. Usually this does happen to me and usually I add ~1/4 - 1/2 cup extra juice here. This is around when I add the frozen peas (1/2 cup ish?) too. Usually turn it down quite low and start paying better attention and stirring lots here too to avoid sticking/burning.

When the rice is soft and there's no juice left in the pan, eat it. If the rice is done but it's still wet, just cook it until it's not actively wet anymore. But not dry enough that the rice gets weird and crispy, just don't want juice pooling around when you're trying to scoop it all up.

Tell me about meats, please.

I feel like I’m in a cooking rut. I learned to cook with chicken breasts, ground beef and fish filets. I’ve branched out to sausages and stew beef and shrimps. Anyone got any good recipes that use those ingredients in an “unexpected/possibly new to someone whose culinary repertoire is very American” way?

I’ve never really cooked with or eaten much of anything else. I know there’s more out there. I don’t eat pork but am happy to cook it for my partner with a hearty side for me. I live near some good Japanese, Chinese, Korean and Vietnamese groceries.

Anyone got any dishes, recipes, ingredients, or other suggestions for me? Bloggers I should check out?What are some of your go-to meat dishes?

[xiaosmoon]

what tattoos they would have.

feat. childe, diluc, & kaeya.

warnings: none.

childe.

- i imagine him to be the type with a bunch of tattoos littered all over him in a modern au. but realistically? i could see him having a tattoo on his lower left side abdomen. it would be blank inked of his harbinger mask.

- he wouldn't ever show off his tattoo to you intentionally; mostly because he forgets it's even there. it's on the opposite side of his lil peep hole so you would probably never see it unless he's walking around shirtless.

- childe probably doesn't even remember why he got it in the first place. it's not like he's proud of being a harbinger, even though he uses his title to his advantage all the time. ("i am the 11th of the fatui harbingers. that's why. now go, fetch me something to eat.") more so a symbol of who he is. and that he shouldn't forget what he's done to get that position.

- the first time you see the tattoo you're a bit taken back and confused. why get a tattoo of his mask?

the both of you rarely get time to yourselves. with childe always on fatui business and you caught up in your own work, lounging around the house and doing absolutely nothing was a luxury. you were in the kitchen cooking up a lovely meal for childe and yourself. too focusing on deciding which seasoning you should use, the arms that were slowing making their way around your body surprised you. "hello." you smiled, adding paprika to your pot. childe had just gotten out of the shower and his head was resting on your shoulder, wet hair brushing against the crook of your neck. "ugh childe, you're wet." you wiggle out of his embrace and turn around to meet his figure.

"what are you cooking? smells delicious." childe peers into the pot behind you.

your cheeks heated up at the sight of him. shirtless. you were new to this relationship and this was your first ever time seeing him shirtless. you were quite afraid to speak, scared that your words would come out as a jumbled mess.

he looked beautiful like this. wet hair, bright blue eyes, built arms, and- wait. is that a tattoo? making it obvious that you were staring, childe flicked ur head playfully. "like what you see?" you roll your eyes at the cliche saying and turn back to your cooking.

"i like your tattoo." childe smiles at your comment and hops up on the counter next to you. "i got it a few months ago. i honestly forget it's still there sometimes."

"maybe i should get one and we can match!"

"absolutely not."

diluc.

- this man would absolutely have a tattoo of a bird and no one can tell me otherwise. i can see him going for more of a minimal look and would have one on his upper back. it would be a small bird, nothing too noticeable.

- like childe, diluc wouldn't show off his tattoo but for different reasons. partially because he regrets getting it.

- he also tends to forget about it because he can't see it.

- the first time you see his tattoo would be when you both hit the beach.

it was a very hot summer day, so what a better to do than spend it at the beach with your boyfriend? convincing diluc to come with you was no easy task. this man can physically not vacation. even to mention a vacation would send him into panic. "a vacation? now? but there's so much to do; i couldn't possibly pack up and leave. who's going to manage the orders coming in next week? and what about-"

yeah you get the idea.

but when eventually you were able to convince him, diluc was all in. and at the beach there was no way he would wear his daily attire. a heavy coat and covered head to toe? absolutely not. he was laying down next to you in nothing but a pair of swim shorts and you couldn't deny you enjoyed the view. it was rare for you to see diluc without heavy clothing and you definitely wouldn't mind seeing him like this more.

"diluc, do you want me to put sunscreen on you? i'm scared you're going to fry." you ask in a teasing manner. diluc smiles up at you sits up more. "it's alright dear i can do it myself. thank you for reminding me, i'm afraid i really would fry." with his pale ass i wouldn't let him go an hour without reapplying.

rubbing sunscreen all over himself, diluc meets a issue; not being able to get his back. "dear, would you mind?" his sheepish smile tells you what he needs. you motion him to turn his back to you and that's when you see it, his beautiful bird tattoo. you squirt some sunscreen into your hand and immediately start at the tattooed area. "i didnt know you had a tattoo." "hm? oh, i forgot about that thing."

you smile and continue rubbing until you're done. "it's pretty." diluc blushes a little at the comment. "thank you. now turn around, let me get your back."

kaeya.

- this man. this lovely man. if anyone would have a tattoo it would be him. and he wouldn't just have one, no, he would have two. one on the inner upper side of his left forearm, your birthday in roman numerals. the second one right on his boob (couldn't decide which one) of a pavo ocellus constellation and it would be very beautiful.

- i don't know why he got the pavo ocellus one, but he got the one of your birthday cause he loves you and says it's the "best day in the world." he would totally surprise you with it.

- i feel like kaeya is the type to have a meaningful tattoos and would also flaunt them.

- he'll be at the tavern taking to his drinking buddies and just bring up his tattoos. "hey did i ever tell you i got y/n's birthday tattooed on my arm? yeah! look!"

it was the day after your birthday and you were exhausted. amber threw a huge surprise party for you at angel's share and you were dancing and drinking all night, leaving you burnt out the next day.

jean allowed you the day off so you spent it at home, relaxing and writing thank you cards to everyone who brought you gifts. kaeya's gift to you was the prettiest of them all. a beautiful necklace with your favorite flower on it, made of pure diamonds. you weren't one for expensive jewelry but the one who gifted it to you made it worth it.

kaeya came home that evening with the dorkiest smile on his face. his usual sly and flirty demeanor was not present. "y/n, guess whattttt" he dragged out his words plopping next to you on the couch. you were a bit worried, you've never seen kaeya have the expression of a happy child who looks like they just bought all of the candy in the candy shop. "what is it?" you raise a brow at him. he throws out his arm in front of you quickly, making you flinch a bit. it takes a moment for you to see what he was showing you but oh my, what a beautiful tattoo.

it was your birthday. you look back up at him and smile. "that's very cute of you kae. looks like i'll just have to get your birthday on me too!"

his flirty dark smile makes its appearance again. "can i choose where?"

"no."

[i-will-always-love-the-jedi]

The three firebrands (and guests)- Incorrect Quotes Part 17

Elzar: hey can you call me? I can’t find my comm

Avar: yeah, one sec, let me find my own

Elzar: alright

Avar: i can’t find it, can you call me

Elzar: yeah, one sec

Stellan: *currently in the possession of the one brain cell the three of them share*

Elzar & Avar: *running around and doing something stupid again*

Stellan: seriously, why are you two like this?

Elzar: aww come on! We know that you still love us

Stellan: … where did you get that idea? *jokingly*

Elzar:

Stellan:

Avar: *sniffles*

Stellan: !!!

Stellan: wAIT IM SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN IT I LOVE BOTH OF YOU SO MUCH PLEASE STOP CRYING FORCE IM SO SORRY

Avar: *drunk after one shot* you two are so hot

Stellan: uh huh

Avar: and spicy

Elzar, grinning: right, go on

Avar: *wrapping one arm around Stellan and the other around Elzar* extra strong chili paprika doritos

Special Guest

Random Republic Senator: so, how many children do you have?

Yoda: biologically, legally or emotionally? Because a difference there is, hm

[bilgisticallykosher]

Not going to tag every side, even if they were technically all mentioned but. I'm. Very screaming still.

Pre-episode. Squealing, so much squealing. Remus. I'm just. Remus, but intense. Remus 💚 Anyway, I see Thomas looking horrified- OH ARE WE GETTING TO THE DREAM THING? Are we dealing with The Thing from DWIT??? Aaaaa. Also, Logan? I thought it was supposed to be Virgil. Hm.

Okay, let's- hnnnnnng content warning I happy flapped. Frick I keep squealing, the green smoke and the bear trap in the A of asides. Omg omg omg.  FORBIDDEN FRUIT! Is it two am or pm? Gasp! NICO! No Nico, don't jk the date, please. I'm begging you, I can't. (Edit: legendsgates told the server that it was Thomas who texted Nico, not vice versa.) Oh no, he slept through the text notif? Oh no. Logan! Oh, it's two pm. I mean, I figured because of sunlight, but. FFFF 69TH! *snicker* Thomas smirked, too.  

Ooh, daily schedule. Degree a couple degrees! Five am Thomas is a bastard. Logan is… very whelmed by all the Thomases. Oh boy, this schedule is… not going well. Snort. Don't mention it. You don't have the time. Did he schedule time for scheduling? That's a lot of alarms. 

ARM!!!! Oh is that a bear trap? Oh. Yup. Whoops, that's- oh. Nope. He's fine. Old?? Aging? NICO IN REAL LIFE OMFG AAAAH! HE HAS A FACE!!! Oh. Aging. Hm. Okay, so he bear trap was less physical, more like Remus is trapping Thomas's thoughts. Neat! Also I have to take a break right, now I cannot handle the dramatic music and his face omfg. Aaaaaaaah. Okay I'm good maybe. Oh! That's the face from the thumbnail, nice. Green light in his hair looks nice. 

Aw, Logan is concerned about him. He's a good boy. And yikes that's a lot of um. Filth. Is that a nail? "Muck" is- Remus, points for effort, but no, dear. I mean, only if you say it outloud, backwards. K-Cum. Okay, you know what? I'll allow it. 

Remus. Rearranging his sentence is less intimidating than you think. I think he's putting back(?) Caressing? A book of Broadway… something. "You couldn't turn anything on, if you tried." WOW, WAY TO BE WRONG, LOGAN. I mean. You know. Uh. I'm just holding this attraction for a friend, it's not mine-

Thomas looks resigned. Hmm. Shiny green notebook, nice. Does that say "call updog?" Mmm. Yep. Yep it did. Lot of Updog on there, on the other hand, Remus's handwriting is gorgeous, wow. Dinner with Updog (can't cancel that again) I may have injured myself laughing at some point. 

This. This is that point. Oh my gosh. Who. So freaking close. The freaking tension! Did they censor damn? Yeah, sounds it. FFFFF LOGAN. Janus and Logan wine moms confirmed. Oh my gosh. He just freaking rips the cork out with his teeth. Chug. There's, like so much tension in this episode. Predicting that the screw is him "screwing" with his mind? Yep, nothing. Hmm. What if I choke. Is that Remus's influence? Or Virgil's? "I'd be screwed" Ha! Oh, wow, Logan! Look how much you're putting Thomas's mental health first! Wonder what was on Remus's second list…

Okay what's going on with the roomba. Ayyyy, Intrusive Thoughts! He's so good in this, Logan. WHAT KIND OF RUBE GOLDBERG GARBAGE- oh, garbage disposal, wow this was well set-up oh my gosh, the drawing attention to the garbage disposal, the book he placed there. Never stack your knives on top of anything, guys! 

The little 'yes!' Oh. Oh. Um. Okay. Wow. "I don't care about the knife, but the soap!" You guys, no, this can't be canon help. Oh he's cleaning! Ohhhhh, eyepatch. Love it. This feels very reminiscent of Dealing With Anxiety way back when. But with more Remus! Oh no he got his string caught in his weiner.

Bratwurst, whatever. I bet that was not originally in the script. I.e., accident. Hey, Kingdom Hearts! I know he is. Thomas, Logan, or Virgil? The chords before "He said you're wanting to be more honest"!!!!! 

Cue freakout. Yeah, it's Virgil. Man if Remus keeps setting these things up, he's like a genius, the physics involved, geez. Oh. Well, listen, not all experiments work the first time. Oh nope. There it- nope. Hmm. Pink panther-esque? Um, sir that's glowing. Sir, that's a keyblade. Oh, Nico again. Coffee, he says, after guzzling wine. Puzzle? Cognitive distortions!!! "It was a stab" Virgil!!! Logan's such a good boy, oh my gosh, I can't. Yeah. Sounds pink panther. I beg your pardon??? Whomst? Love the 'ooh~' in there. Haha, just stops at Logan. Oh, he's trying to get to Logan- ffffff, Remus, oh my gosh. Okay, why are there text alerts but no new texts? Remus, did you wear his shirt while getting stabbed? Rude. Ha! Got an ad for Anxiety/stress, that's funny. Aw, ketchup. Logan how can you be so wrong? Ha! Solenium lycopersicum again. "Yes. You. Am." Help I love him so much. Nico napkin? It's not me, right? He's not contacting him? (Edit: It was me. 😔) Okay, so the thoughts are being very tied up into anxiety, with like being alone, but he's also obviously scared to take a step towards relationship? Maybe??? Man, Remus is so good at these things. Okay, also stress about someone being in his house? Just high stress in general, I gu- !!!!!!!!! Oh hi. 

No, Remus, your puppet is being mean- oh, no, that's the, he's just stabby. Mutual stabby? You have no idea how hard I'm looking at his eyeshadow right now.!!!! MUSIC??? Song? Oh, okay, cool. Ahhh, what your momma gave ya. Remus, omfg he's so pouty at lack of stabbing. It's not lost on me that the lighting is purple. WOW, Logan. Willing to see his merit. Squeak squeak flick. He's not pretending he doesn't- yeah. Oh tongue lollipop. What was in his ear??? That he ate???

Manicure on severed hand. Ignoring dummies for dummies. Aw, does Nico have a carrot next to his name? WOAH WHAT!!!! Holy crap, fandom was right-

WAIT ARE HIS EYES ORANGE NO WAIT NO. 

THEY ARE! 

No, I wasn't ready for this theory to be right! Idk if…… rage/anger/wrath is orange through Logan or if that's a Logan thing or if he's turning into orange, gosh, I,,, really hope not. Nico calling! Ohhhhh, Remus likes that. 

Ahhh, Nico. Aww they're cute. Wait, is Logan supposed to be angry at Thomas? Oh. I really liked Procrastination as orange, and. Hmmmmmm. Oh man. We got some. Good, yet heartbreaking Logan there. 

Oh my gosh. I'm like. Almost shaking. Oh my gosh. I like. Don't know what to think. Love that totally real phone convo, though with Hello Fresh. Aaaa, what even do I think?! I'm so concerned! On multiple levels! But aw, Nico. I'm reeling. That angry Logan changed everything. Squints that seems lot a lot of paprika. Nico date! Patton!!! Roman!!! Virgil!!! Aw, Logan. Rome didn't fall in a day. "He's giving him permission," WAIT HE'S ANGRY ABOUT THAT TOO??? Okay, Logan's calming down, being okay. OH NO OH NO OH NO THAT WAS HELLA COOL WITH JANUS BUT THE EYES!!!! Crap, orange is anger. Damnit. Chills.

ALSO I had a belated realization at about Janus being in the tree and freaked out about it all day so expect something on that soon.