#giant mozzarella stick

[katiechristiansen7916]

The Giant Mozzarella Stick at Blue Ribbon Corn Dogs at Disney’s BoardWalk certainly lives up to its name. For $15.50, it’s a meal that’s sure to fill you up.

[merv606]

🥹 It’s so beautiful 🥹

giant mozzarella sticks

📷@eatmorebaltimore

[beerflavoredjellibelli]

Aight, Imma say it. These wild jumbo sized fad foods are wasteful while also encouraging unhealthy eating habits. Go eat a normal sized burger.

[yummyfoooooood]

Giant Mozzarella Sticks with Marinara Sauce

[lustingfood]

Giant Mozzarella Sticks (x)

[shegetsburned]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 ��𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | part ii ‧₊˚ 𓐐⋅

• — ft. shiu kong. kinji hakari. choso kamo. atsuya kusakabe. hiromi higuruma.

bon appétit !! @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐮 𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐠

so i think this man loves to try new dishes and makes you try new things with him with a giant grin on his face.

normally he’d take you to fancy restaurants, but this time he wanted to do something just the two of you in a calmer place.

hates for you to do anything so he’ll insist on doing everything himself so that you could relax while he cooks.

he already had an idea as soon as you guys agreed on doing this. and you can be sure as hell it involves cheese. man adores cheese, so if you do too, you’ll be served.

this time, just for you, he went out himself on his day off and bought the runniest cheese you’ve ever seen in your life. we all know these are just the best kinds.

this afternoon, you were served a burrata. it’s a soft, white, cow’s milk cheese made from mozzarella and cream. hard on the outside but filled with stracciatella on the inside which is more creamy. served with candied cherry tomato with a piece of buttered and grilled bread.

as you take a bite of the cheese he admires every expression of yours and a warm laugh echoes through the room when you show how tasteful it is.

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐢

honestly, i’m thinking fast food or something.

or maybe just take-outs but in an expensive asf place.

i feel like he loves food but prefers ordering instead of cooking. he finds cooking boring and we know how much this man hates boring stuff.

will buy you whatever the hell you want, doesn't slightly care how much you want to eat, he'd buy the whole restaurant if he could.

you can get whatever you want, there is no way you can be disappointed with the meal. in a way, he ensures you’ll eat something you like by letting you choose what you want, which certainly satisfies him.

also prefers to stay cozily at home with you to eat than actually go out. so expensive take-outs it is. you don’t even have to lift your butt off the seat. it’ll all come to you.

you’ll get your favorite meal and he won’t hesitate a second to buy it for you. might seem boring but he really would buy you anything you want and silently watch you hum with pleasure every time you take a bite of that dish. your happiness is what matters.

𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬���� 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨

i have a feeling he has no idea what humans prefer to eat in this day and age so he’d do a thorough internet research to know what you’ll undoubtedly like.

“what is the most liked dish in the world?” “what do humans prefer to eat the most?” “how do i cook chicken?” “what’s the easiest, but best dish to make?”

all of this research would make him think it’s either spaghetti or pizza. and he’ll choose spaghetti, because of you know which flashback with his little bros.

sticks his tongue out while he’s preparing your meal, trying to get every portion down to the tiniest milligram right. he wants it to be perfect. and he probably thinks it’ll ruin the whole dinner if the portions aren’t right.

i’m thinking of carbonara pasta. you know the real version using eggs and pecorino with a touch of lardons.

once you take the first bite, he stares at you, patiently waiting for any sign of distaste or displeasure. there’s no way he botched it. everything is right down to the tiniest detail. and he can tell he’s done it when you quickly finish your plate and ask for more. there’s nothing making him happier.

𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐞

he’s big on fishing so i’m thinking one of the fish he caught. his favourite.

something simple but still good and he’d find the freshest and best ingredients for you.

he’s been fishing for a long time and has acquired enough knowledge and skills to know which ingredients are best served which certain types of fish. you definitely won’t be disappointed.

will prepare everything in advance, removing the pin bones in advance and every part that isn’t edible. he does it just to be sure it’ll be ready for when you’re here. also, he knows it’s way safer that way, knowing he won’t be rushing to cook it later.

man does not want to mess this up and has never worked so hard to make a perfect meal, brows connecting as he works his tired ass off. he cannot mess this up considering you’ll be the one eating it.

how about braised alfonsino/kinmedai with some rice and avocado on the side? all gently simmered in a flavorful sauce made of soy sauce, sake, mirin and ginger.

he exhales abnormally loud as soon as you finally show a smile after having a taste. all the pressure now off of his shoulders. you don’t know how glad this man is that you enjoy the fish he personally caught for you. i know he’ll now think of you every time he goes out fishing, wondering which fish you’d like most.

𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐚

i just know in my heart, or at least believe, that he’s distinguished and the meal will cost him a fortune.

only the best and most expensive ingredients for you, dear.

don’t be surprised if you come back to a candlelight dinner prepared by your one and only, while he sips the most delicate wine, waiting for you.

by the way, he knows so much about wine and beverages. he knows exactly what you like and what would be a perfect mixture with the meal he prepared.

also when he cooks he likes to take his time, preparing the meal with love and attention knowing it’ll be for his one and only.

so for him, i’m thinking of seafood. he’ll serve you flamed cornish lobster with a yakitori marinade and a ponzu mayonnaise. there’ll be a garnish made of sliced radishes and nori strips. the presentation leaves you baffled. it looks like it came straight out of a five-star restaurant. it smells absolutely divine and you can’t expect less from this man.

when you start digging in, he can’t help but smile while he looks at you with tenderness and love. if he could, he’d look at you through the whole dinner and watch you enjoy that delicious meal he prepared.

© shegetsburned 2024. Please do not repost/edit/or claim my writing as your own.

[librafeedee]

adorable food baby 🍔🍩🥤

i think i might have overdone it just a little

there’s 10 donuts, 6 pieces of cheese, 3 20z dr peppers, a double cheeseburger, 8 mozzarella sticks and a giant raspberry/mango sweet tea.. oh and a popsicle 😮‍💨😵‍💫 in this massive belly

[the-ravenist]

My Angel

Warren Worthington x Black!GN!Reader

This happens after Apocalypse, but takes place in this era(like 2019+), Warren is alive, no metal wings or tattoos, implied that Warren plays the guitar, mentions of scars, established relationship, you/your/you're pronouns used, reader is mentioned to be an elemental mutant(ex. poison ivy) is mentioned, reader is black and has locs, def ooc Warren, reader, and warren speak Greek, google translated Greek, warren is heavily devoted to reader, reader is selectively mute, Warren does bird-like things, and reader could be described as autistic

The sound of rain hitting the window fills the dark bedroom, besides the yellow glow that the strawberry-scented candle on the nightstand gives off. The room doesn't really have that much, well besides the guitar and amp in the corner by the window, a couple of cacti, venus flytraps, and butterwort plants sitting on the shelves.

A bouquet of giant white feathers sitting on the desk along with a couple of vintage robot toys and a jar full of shiny rocks and trinkets, a giant beanbag with a gray weighted blanket on it in the corner closest to the closet door, a king-size bed in the center of the largest wall of the room, with a nightstand on either side, a frame of feathers with a date under each one hanging above the bed.

In the middle of the bed is a little hut made up of a pair of white wings, the sound of muffled dialogue is heard from the little hut. Let's move inside the hut, shall we?

Warren's arms are wound tightly around your abdomen, the pressure would feel suffocating to some, but that's how you like it, the pressure gives you comfort.

Both wearing matching loungewear, black long sleeves, and dark gray sweatpants, the only thing different is your sleep socks, yours are black high socks while Warren's are white ankle socks. You are sitting in between his legs, slightly rocking to and fro, eyes watching AFV on the tablet, Warren is sitting behind you his head resting on your shoulder blonde hair resting on your light blue bonnet eyes focusing on the screen letting out a few laughs when something funny happens on screen.

"Do you feel better ερασ��ής," he asks quietly.

Only a couple of hours ago you were training with Ororo, Professor Xavier had pushed saying that "your powers are upgrades of the ones before, so you need control" or something like that.

Now you were already overstimulated beforehand, noises were too loud, you had woken up late, it was your turn to wash dishes and someone had ripped your gloves so you had to touch wet food.

Yeah, the day was terrible, especially after Ororo had accidentally electrocuted you with her lightning, immediately sending you to the medics. You know it was an accident but that doesn't mean you weren't upset.

Warren being the fantastic boyfriend he is, had immediately sensed your distress when Hank told him to come to get you. He wouldn't admit it but, he could feel his heart breaking at the site of your watery eyes and your wrist smacking against each other, they weren't the ones you do when you're happy stimming.

This stimming was harsh, it had left your wrists throbbing, and your right wrist sprained a brace on your said wrist is proof. Yeah, being stronger than a normal human isn't the best part of being a mutant.

"Πως νιόθεις άγάπη μου," Warren whispers the question.

Not taking your eyes off the screen, you murmured an answer.

"Είμαι καλά, πεινάω λίγο." Warren hums in response.

"Μπαστούνια μοτσαρέλα," he asks. You let out a noise of affirmation, you needed your comfort snack right about now.

Warren murmurs a small okay and reaches for his phone, the feeling of one of his arms leaving your body brings a chill to your body. Warren knew that Peter, Ororo, Jean, Scott, and Kurt were downstairs in the kitchen, something about making I'm sorry cookies. Even though it was a bit mean to ask them, well Scott, to make his infamous mozzarella sticks. He didn't really care, he knew Jean would convince him to make them, she always knew how.

As Warren is messaging the small group chat, you started playing with his feathers that were in front of your face. Mind you that Warren's wings are sensitive when it comes to touch, so reactions like flapping it out of fright are completely normal, unless to people who aren't used to it. Warren has learned to control his reactions, yes, but sometimes, most of the time you dear reader catch him off guard.

So when a hum, closely resembling the coo of a bird comes from behind you, followed by a small cough. The tapping of his fingers against his phone continues.

"...did you just coo?"

"..no."

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes, yes you did," you remark as you tickle the feathers in front of your face.

"Okay, o-okay if I agree that I did," he laughs. "Will you let me get you your mozzarella sticks?"

You immediately stop your tyrant as you heard his statement.

"Fine," you speak through muted giggles.

The sound of fingers tapping against the phone screen resumes shortly after. Your attention returns to the show in front of you, and your rocking returns at a much gentler pace.

You don't realize that Warren had successfully gotten Scott to make his infamous mozzarella sticks, and placed his phone back on the charger.

"You know how much I love you right," Warren murmurs close to your ear.

"You tell me any chance you can," you whisper with a small smile.

"Well," he begins to tease. "I love you," a small kiss was placed behind your ear. "I love you," then one on your neck.

"I love you," top of your spine.

"I love you," the top of your blue bonnet.

"I love you," your right shoulder.

"I love you," your left shoulder.

The small kisses never stopped for a while, until he got to your lips. You were left a snorting and giggling mess, your tv show forgotten and tossed onto the other side of your large bed.

Even with your bonnet sliding off your head, showing the retwist of your (h/c) locs, face scrunched up in a mid-laugh cringe. Warren had thought that you are by far the most beautiful person he's met. And that's saying a lot.

You had the same thought as you looked at Warren. His golden curls splayed in an unruly fashion. His cheeks flushed with a shade of pink, lips parted in a slightly large smile. You swear that you had the perfect embodiment of a romanticized angel. His wings spread out don't really help.

You swear that you feel the tension building. Warren's body slightly leans toward your lips. You meet in the middle with a small kiss, which turns into more. Then the next thing you know, you'll and Warren are making out on your shared bed.

There's no sexual heat behind your kisses, it was just pure love and passion. No clashing of teeth or tongue just pecks and little nibbles.

Yet you have to breathe, so you pull away from each other's lips. With foreheads resting on one another, eyes half-lidded but smiling with joy.

"Σ' αγαπώ, λουλούδι μου," Warren mumbles as he rubs his nose against yours.

"Από τον Αγάπο, αγγελέ μου,," you mumble, as you place a small kiss on his lips.

Well, let's just say the makeout session resumed and Jean, Ororo, Scott, Peter, and Kurt leave their hard worked snacks on the floor near the door. Now scared by the sesh that they had just witnessed.

If they had experienced a love like you and Warrens maybe they'd understand.

But Professor X was very upset when he had seen a whole flower garden outside your bedroom window the next morning.

Just maybe...

fin

Translations:

εραστής - lover

Πως νιόθεις άγάπη μου - how are you feeling my love

Είμαι καλά, πεινάω λίγο - I'm fine, I'm a little hungry

Μπαστούνια μοτσαρέλα - Mozzarella sticks

Σ' αγαπώ, λουλούδι μου - I love you, my flower

Από τον Αγάπο, αγγελέ μου, - From love, my angel

[louisupdates]

Louis Tomlinson Gives Rockstar Performance At Forest Hills Stadium

August 03, 2023 | BY KYLE STEVENS

Photos Courtesy of Kyle Stevens

Fans at Forest Hills Stadium couldn’t help themselves when they got the opportunity to get up close and personal with singer and heartthrob Louis Tomlinson on Saturday, July 29. Andrew Cushin and Giant Rooks opened for Tomlinson with dynamic performances that set the tone for the rest of the evening.

The former One Direction star created quite the stir when he took the stage in Queens for the last stop on the current leg of his ‘Faith In The Future World Tour.’ Tomlinson made a grand entrance rocking a black tank top and stunner shades after the rain came drizzling down right before he was about to go on. Luckily, the weather cleared up just in time and the English songwriter proceeded to sing hits from his latest solo album that dropped back on November 11 last year.

Performing “High in California,” “She is a Beauty We Are World Class,” and “Out of My System,” Tomlinson had his passionate fan base holler and shriek throughout his entire set. Tomlinson’s magnetic energy made the atmosphere so sweltering that he had to pause in the middle of “All This Time” to help a fan who needed assistance in the crowd.

Staying true to his roots by not forgetting where he came from, Tomlinson also performed 1D megahits “Night Changes” and “Where Do Broken Hearts Go.” He also paid homage to English rock band Arctic Monkeys by singing the moody “505.” (The Arctic Monkeys will also roll through the area on September 8 and 9 for a highly anticipated tour of their own.)

Stacked Sandwich Shop (68-60 Austin St, Queens, NY 11375) made sure to keep the hungry stadium crowd properly nourished throughout the evening with delicious, jumbo-size Philly Cheesesteaks that had to be seen to be believed. Owner Danny Azzo was on hand with new menu items to feed into the excitement that Louis created.

“We recently introduced Mozzarella Sticks and Fries. It’s a hit,” Azzo said in an interview with the Queens Gazette. “We don’t do that in the shop because we traditionally make sandwiches, but that’s been really good for us, as is the cheesesteak. Our usual popular items include the Turkey Sandwiches.”

Before the night wrapped up, fans who were lucky enough to be near the barricade got the rare opportunity to touch their charismatic idol during the song “Silver Tongues.” Always a gentleman, Tomlinson happily greeted his supporters with a wide smile. Attendees in the front row lost control and proceeded to tear away at Tomlinson’s tank top in a frenzied scene that was reminiscent of the peak of Beatlemania during the 1960s.

Tomlinson proudly soaked up the moment like only a true rockstar could, and performed the rest of his concert shirtless. Unsurprisingly, fans in Queens were quite content with that particular parting visual. The “Bigger Than Me” singer will pick up his tour again on August 29 when he goes overseas to play at Barclays Arena in Hamburg, Germany. Tickets are on sale now for those who want to take an adventurous, fly away holiday.

Louis Tomlinson wrapped up the current leg of his tour at Forest Hills Stadium on Saturday. The singer was seen wearing a black tank top and sunglasses.

Tomlinson made the crowd light up with delight whenever he was near the mic.The English dreamboat soaked in the unforgettable Queens atmosphere.

[appalesbian]

what do you think korrasami would get up to high at walmart at 2am?

akshqksbsksndqn who let their dumb asses into Walmart!! There should be procedures to keep this from happening!!

Okay so Korra is the type of high where she just fucking. Wanders off. You turn your back on her for a second in the art supplies and next thing you know she’s in the plant nursery you didn’t even realize this location had. I feel like they’re at Walmart in the first place because Korra got hungry and they don’t have anything in the house besides dog food (dysfunctional queens). She gets to groceries and starts out on a protein kick (four kinds of jerky, giant jar of peanut butter) but then gets distracted and ends up with like. family-size twizzlers, frozen mozzarella sticks, a can of creamed corn, a chainsaw, and a basketball hoop for children.

Meanwhile. Our girl Asami has found the adult Legos. She is transfixed, mesmerized, glued to the spot. Her eyes are HUGE. She’s sitting on the floor drawing in the air with her finger trying to figure out how to make a Rube Goldberg machine out of combined Lego models of the White House, a commercial jet, and a vase of flowers. It’s very important business.

If Korra ever drags her away from there to the checkout, she has to remind Asami that she can’t just tell the cashier to “put it on her tab”. They try to head back with their haul but get distracted making out against the exterior of the Walmart because Asami saw the new chainsaw and is picturing Korra doing yardwork again.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dream - Chapter Twenty Six.

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen  Twenty Twenty One  Twenty Two  Twenty Three  Twenty Four  Twenty Five 

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Words - 3,217

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Little! Get over here!”

At least one man in her life was welcoming of her presence, her stepfather opening his arms as he strode across the kitchen to embrace her, the giant of a man swinging her around. “I missed the hell out of you, kid! I didn’t expect to see you back here so soon either!”  

“I missed you too!” she enthused, being set down again, slightly dizzy from the swinging. “And no, I didn’t expect to be either. Where’s mom?” She’d noticed the driveway was absent of her car.  

“She’s out with friends for the evening, so it’s just you and me,” he replied, pulling out his phone and calling up Uber Eats with a grin. “You hungry? I could murder someone for a double pepperoni and spicy beef pizza.”

Her mouth watered at just the thought. “You’re on. Do we have beer?”  

David pointed at the fridge while ordering their food, choosing a side of chicken wings and some mozzarella sticks to go with before he sat down, taking the beer she passed to him with thanks. “So, how come you didn’t stay for longer with Angel? I thought you were gonna be there with him for a few days before coming up for Sanjay’s third birthday this weekend?”  

With Bee and Sunni now back from India, Keri had been excitedly anticipating the day, getting to introduce her family to her love, which she was now about ninety nine percent certain wouldn’t be happening, with how strained things were. “I’d still be down there, but we’re mid-fight right now. I don’t really know what to do, or how things are gonna go in the future.”  

It surprised David greatly, to hear such, especially since she’d only been back in the country for forty-eight hours after a three-month travelling stint. What on earth, he wondered, could have gone so wrong in such a short space of time? “Come sit, tell me all about it.” His large shoulder was the exact one she needed to cry on, which she physically did as she explained everything to him, David wrapping a large arm around her as she snuggled into him, the comfort of her stepdad’s embrace exactly what she’d needed.  

“Well, I agree with you, little,” he began, reaching for the tissue box on the island and grabbing a few, Keri sniffing hard as he handed them to her. “It’s his issue to deal with, and if he don’t wanna, then you can’t force him to. He’s just gonna have to learn the hard way, and the hard way is gonna be losing you. I think this might make him sit up and take notice, though. I do. Angel ain’t a dumb guy, and I think that now he’s been faced with you not tolerating his mess, he’s gonna come through for you. If he doesn’t, then he’s crazy. Simple as that.”

“You don’t think I was too hard on him, just upping and leaving like that, effectively confirming it all in his head, his abandonment issues?” It had been a worry on her mind for the entire duration of her flight, and subsequent taxi ride home, her car left in the long stay at the airport.

“Psht! Don’t be dumb. If he doesn’t want to talk about it, then what did he expect? For you to just hang out there getting the silent treatment? You did the right thing. I mean I get it, you’ve just had a huge space between you while you were away, but in the wake of this blow up between you both, I think space is what you both need. Like I said, though, I think he’ll come through. Give him a few days to figure it out, and your phone will ring.”

Keri wished she could share in his optimism.  

“Do you think I should contact him?”  

He shook his head. “No, well, maybe just let him know you landed safely, but don’t bug him. I think you need to remain a little aloof, kid. Let him know there are consequences for him acting childishly, although taking the stand you did definitely enforces that point.”  

Pulling out her phone, she quickly sent him a text that relayed such. ‘Just to let you know I arrived home safely, and no matter how bad things are between us, I still love you very much xx’

It was all she could do, really. Still, hours later, sitting with David having a horror movie night, she was sad to once again see that while Angel had seen the message, he hadn’t been inclined to reply. Managing to stay awake until 10pm, the tiredness hit her hard, yawning, taking her case and calling it a night.  

Unpacking a few items, she looked around her bedroom, the space so homely and hers, yet it felt weird. She should have been in the space Angel made nicer for her seven hundred and eighty miles south, yet there she was, returned, and no boyfriend with her. She washed off her minimal makeup and brushed her teeth, applying her moisturiser and crawling into bed, falling asleep.  

A few hours into that sleep, she found that just because she and Angel were physically separated, it didn’t mean that they didn’t or couldn’t find a way to one another, though.  

“Well, this is awkward,” she began, standing in the eerie house again, looking at where he stood on the other side of the black obelisk, which looked to have grown a few more feet. Of course, it had.  

He raised his eyebrows, but didn’t speak, shoving his hands in his pockets, his shoulders drawing up as he looked at the floor.  

“Angel, come on. Talk to me. We always said it was easier in dreams, to communicate how we felt,” she tried again, walking towards him slowly. Like a young colt being approached with a bridle for the first time, though, he bolted. “Angel!”

He was out of there before she could stop him, Keri following him through the door into a void of nothingness, just an empty, desolate plot of land, turning back to not even see the house there behind her any longer. The obelisk, however, remained. If he wasn’t even prepared to deal with their issues even when they were dreaming together, then what hope did she have for them in reality? At that moment in time, not much of one.

Waking up the following morning, she had a welcome sight in the form of her mother, bringing in a tray with her, poached eggs on toast upon it, sprinkled with chives and truffle salt, just the way she liked them.  

“Morning baby cakes!” she cooed, setting the tray down on the nightstand, Keri sitting up to hug her. “Awww, it’s so lovely to have you home! I crept in last night after I got back and gave you a little forehead kiss. I was so surprised when David told me you were here.”

“Yeah, there’s a reason for that, why I’m back a few days early,” she began, Meryl lifting the coffee from the tray and handing it to her, sitting cross legged on her bed. Keri had no idea how her mom would take it, but after revealing hers and Angel’s current issues, she found a surprising softness in her thoughts on the situation.

“He’ll come around; he just needs a little time. You know how I embarrass myself with how crazy I get, because I can’t quite deal with the fear I have of anything bad happening to you? Well, I suppose that’s in part an abandonment issue for me, too. I understand where he’s coming from, and I know that all he needs is some time to let it sink in. Maybe that’s a bit more than a few months and one stint of separation, but don’t be quick to write him off, honey.”  

She wasn’t used to such an empathetic response from her mom, especially not one that was given in Angel’s favour. Meryl got it, though, from her own loss. “I get that you’re frustrated, but fear makes people act stupidly, even when they aren’t in any other situation. Angel might not be the brightest penny in the fountain, but he isn’t stupid. Hand on heart, I like the guy, and I hope it all works out.  

“Anyway, I have to get moving. I have a half day at work, but I need to go shopping beforehand to get a gift for Sanjay. Apparently, he’s all about Disney at the moment, so that makes it easier. Enjoy your lie in and I’ll see you later. Love you.”

“Love you too, mom. Thanks for breakfast, and the chat.”

Meryl turned and blew her a kiss from the door. “Anytime.”  

With little to do with her day, she got up and got ready, sending out a few messages to her friends to let them know of her return, Rachel the first to reply, telling her that she had nothing planned and that she’d pick her up in an hour for a hike. Goodness knows, she needed something to take her mind off the fact that her relationship was in a bad place.  

While out, she of course told Rachel all about it, her friend giving her the same sage advice as her parents and Sharise had, sensing though that Keri didn’t really want to dwell on it, so keeping her spirits up and her mind off the man who she knew that beneath the issues she was having, she still missed terribly. While filling her day with anything she could to distract herself, she found that over the coming nights, he was there in her dreams, still unwilling to talk, all until the Friday night, three days after she’d arrived home, when he was absent from her dreams altogether.  

“Keri, sorry to wake you, but a not so little surprise just turned up.”  

Opening her eyes to see her mom sitting on the edge of her bed, roused by the gentle shake of her hand upon her shoulder, Keri yawned, stretching. “What is it?”  

“Hold on.” Going to her bedroom door, Meryl smiled, beckoning him.  

“Want me to leave my bag in the spare room?”  

At hearing Angel’s voice, Keri was suddenly wide awake, sitting up with a start, turning on her nightstand lamp.  

“No, you go in with her, it’s fine.” Meryl told him, touching a hand to his shoulder before leaving them to it. If he could get over himself and his insecurity enough to fly just under a thousand miles to see her daughter as a surprise, then she could get over them sharing a bed.  

As soon as he closed the door behind him, he spoke the words she’d been hoping on hearing from him ever since their blow up. “I’m sorry, baby. I know that ain’t enough either, and that I’ve been acting like a fucking kid. I wanna do better, though.” He shrugged a little, looking uncomfortable. “Thought I’d start by surprising you, sorry it’s late, I couldn’t get a flight until 9pm.”  

The part of her that was still angry with him for ignoring her rooted her to the bed for a moment, but the rest, the part that had missed him, longed for his arms, for him to stop being distant with her, it propelled her legs into finding the floor. Moving to him, she sank into his embrace happily. “I love you so much. Again, I’m sorry for acting like such a fucking dick.”

“I know you are, and I love you, too. You have to chill out about me being away though, baby. Really, if anything is going to ruin us, it’s that. And I know to a degree you can’t help it, but a lot of it you can, so to hear that you want to try gives me optimism.”

They moved to the bed, Keri scooting over, Angel quickly undressing down to his boxers and climbing in beside her. “I know, and you leaving like that gave me a fucking lot to think about. You ain’t gonna tolerate my shit.” He paused, his eyes darting around like they always did when he was under pressure. “I went and spoke to Sharise about it, she said I needed to pull myself together or risk losing you. I decided to pull myself together.”  

It was relieving that her actions had prompted him to do a little introspection and much needed reflection on his actions, Keri about to tell him that before he continued. “This is why I walked away every time I saw you in our dreams. Wasn’t because I was still being a dick, it was because I needed to think more, to make sure I said everything right and not mess it all up.”

She didn’t look a hundred percent convinced. “I think you might’ve, Angel. Still being a dick, that is. You were still angry with me, weren’t you?

He nodded, his mouth twitching at the corner. “I was mad at you to begin with, that you left, but if I hadn’t acted selfishly, you wouldn’t have. I ain’t good with all this looking within for answers, though. Ain’t nobody ever made me accountable like that before.”

“I think the fact that you took the time to really contemplate that shows some growth you needed to go through, and that you were being selfish. I’m just scared that if I get back from Ireland and book a job that’ll take me away again in a week or so afterwards, you’re gonna lose your shit again.”

He held her to him a little tighter, kissing her head. “I gotta realise that it ain’t about me. I gotta stop being so damned needy. I did alright for those three months, but then freaked myself out all over again. It ain’t easy for me to be without you, I’m gonna do better.”  

To hear him open up like that, it really did make Keri feel positive for their relationship going forward, that he’d taken the time to reflect, to seek advice from Sharise (who always gave well there) and then taken it upon himself to be there physically so they could begin to mend face to face.  

“Well, you’ve got me for another four days, then I’m gone for five, but after that I promise, I’ll be around locally. I have a job with a girl who wants me to photograph her bat mitzvah up in Orange County in six weeks, but I’ll be there and back within a day.”

“And even if you weren’t, I still gotta get used to it,” he spoke candidly, stroking her hair.

She lifted her chin, kissing his throat, the coarse hair of his scratchy beard prickling her lips, humming fondly. “Yes, you do. Just know I’m always coming back, though. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” They fell into kisses then, both holding one another tightly, feeling soothed for the resolution they’d come to. Sleep soon blanketed them, falling asleep curled around one another, Angel the first to wake at 8am, Keri sleeping on. He went for a shower before dressing quietly, going downstairs to find David in the kitchen.  

“Morning, dude! I was asleep already when you got here last night, it’s good to see you.” He welcomed Angel with, turning back to the coffee machine and pointing.  

“Morning, and yeah. Coffee would be great,” he smiled, stretching with a yawn. “Where’s Meryl?”

A nod towards the windows revealed her location, Angel beaming at the sight of her and Rufus, playing with a soccer ball together. “A soccer playing bear, never thought I’d see that.”

“Nothing gives me more joy than to watch how he is with the girls, how he remembers them, thinks Meryl is his mom too. He was the size of a damned cat when they first found him, this tiny little scrap that wouldn’t have survived without his mother. She bottle fed him, had him in the bed with her, all of it. She can be bossy and sharp sometimes, but she’s such a sweetie beneath it,” he spoke with obvious affection for his partner.

“Yeah, I think warming to me. I wasn’t sent to the spare room last night,” Angel revealed, David’s eyebrows rising.

“She likes you a lot, Angel. Also, I did tell her that it was kinda stupid, so I’m glad she listened there! So, you guys all good again now?”

Angel took the coffee he was handed with thanks, nodding. “Yeah, I just gotta stop being an insecure ass, man.”  

David laughed softly, shaking his head. “Watkins women are worth it, trust me.” He did, too, because he was right. Leaving him in the kitchen, he went to hover by the back door and have his first cigarette, watching the delightful scene ten feet from where he stood.  

“Look at you doing your lamb bounce!” Meryl cooed, Rufus pinging around like the aforementioned baby animal, showing remarkable agility for something so huge. “Go get it, go on!” She kicked the ball across the turf once more, Rufus lolloping along after it, pouncing upon it before nudging it back with his nose.  

“Damn, that’s cute,” Angel spoke, Meryl turning to smile at him.

“Isn’t it? He figured out if he bats it too hard or tries to get it in his mouth, he just pierces it, so he’s learned that a nose shove is alright.” After Rufus had brought the ball back again, he stood at the edge of the patio, looking over at Angel, making a soft noise in his throat before ambling towards him. “Stay there, it’s okay. That noise is his welcome grunt, I think he recognises you.”  

Angel’s heart thundered in his chest, remaining glued to the spot, letting the bear slowly approach and give his legs a cautionary sniff, before he pushed his head under Angel’s hand, licking his wrist. “Go on,” Meryl encouraged. “He wants you to pet him.”  

His hand found the coarse, black fur, Angel’s eyes widening a little, the moment amazing, petting a wild bear, Rufus seeming very content as he leaned against his hand, enjoying the scratch behind his ear.  

“Wow. Fucking wow,” he exclaimed, feeling braver, holding his cigarette in his mouth as he ran both hands over his back, Rufus arching against them, making happy noises before turning and shoving the ball over to him, Meryl’s face a picture of delight.

“Aww! He wants you to play!”

“And go!” Kicking the ball, Angel laughed as he watched him run off after it, feeling a hand at his back, turning to see Keri.  

“Look at you, bonding with our bear,” she cooed, hugging him, Rufus once again nudging the ball back, this time to Meryl again, bouncing with excitement. “I knew he’d love you once he got used to you.”

“I don’t think he’s the only ferocious creature who has either,” he spoke.

“I heard that!” Meryl yelled, narrowing her eyes at him, Angel’s wide grin finally making her thaw and laugh, shaking her head.

Life, he realised, could be simple and lovely when he actually let it be, spending time with his girlfriend, her mom, and the huge bear who apparently thought he was a dog, too.  

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Fans at Forest Hills Stadium couldn’t help themselves when they got the opportunity to get up close and personal with singer and heartthrob Louis Tomlinson on Saturday, July 29. Andrew Cushin and Giant Rooks opened for Tomlinson with dynamic performances that set the tone for the rest of the evening.

The former One Direction star created quite the stir when he took the stage in Queens for the last stop on the current leg of his ‘Faith In The Future World Tour.’ Tomlinson made a grand entrance rocking a black tank top and stunner shades after the rain came drizzling down right before he was about to go on. Luckily, the weather cleared up just in time and the English songwriter proceeded to sing hits from his latest solo album that dropped back on November 11 last year.

Performing “High in California,” “She is a Beauty We Are World Class,” and “Out of My System,” Tomlinson had his passionate fan base holler and shriek throughout his entire set. Tomlinson’s magnetic energy made the atmosphere so sweltering that he had to pause in the middle of “All This Time” to help a fan who needed assistance in the crowd.

Staying true to his roots by not forgetting where he came from, Tomlinson also performed 1D megahits “Night Changes” and “Where Do Broken Hearts Go.” He also paid homage to English rock band Arctic Monkeys by singing the moody “505.” (The Arctic Monkeys will also roll through the area on September 8 and 9 for a highly anticipated tour of their own.)

Stacked Sandwich Shop (68-60 Austin St, Queens, NY 11375) made sure to keep the hungry stadium crowd properly nourished throughout the evening with delicious, jumbo-size Philly Cheesesteaks that had to be seen to be believed. Owner Danny Azzo was on hand with new menu items to feed into the excitement that Louis created.

“We recently introduced Mozzarella Sticks and Fries. It’s a hit,” Azzo said in an interview with the Queens Gazette. “We don’t do that in the shop because we traditionally make sandwiches, but that’s been really good for us, as is the cheesesteak. Our usual popular items include the Turkey Sandwiches.”

Before the night wrapped up, fans who were lucky enough to be near the barricade got the rare opportunity to touch their charismatic idol during the song “Silver Tongues.” Always a gentleman, Tomlinson happily greeted his supporters with a wide smile. Attendees in the front row lost control and proceeded to tear away at Tomlinsin’s tank top in a frenzied scene that was reminiscent of the peak of Beatlemania during the 1960s.

Tomlinson proudly soaked up the moment like only a true rockstar could, and performed the rest of his concert shirtless. Unsurprisingly, fans in Queens were quite content with that particular parting visual. The “Bigger Than Me” singer will pick up his tour again on August 29 when he goes overseas to play at Barclays Arena in Hamburg, Germany. Tickets are on sale now for those who want to take an adventurous, fly away holiday.

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My Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Headcanons - Donnie 💜

He/They but doesn't mind any other pronouns. Bisexual, Nonbinary (I love the fact that neurodivergent people see gender differently than everyone else, and more likely are nonbinary, genderfluid etc)

Ofc He’s autistic

He’s semiverbal, when he’s really overstimulated or overwhelmed he goes nonverbal and uses ASL

Donnie is scarred of the dark, but not normal “scarred of the dark”. When he wakes up, and its still dark he gets paranoid

When he’s paranoid or smth at night he looks if Leo is awake, tries to make it as quiet as posible so that Leo doesn't notice him. If he do he will sit with Donnie, and comfort him

Donnie sleeps the least of all his brothers, he is too busy with his work, he just forgets to sleep. Raph needs to force Donnie to go to bed then he watch him to be sure he fell asleep

When Donnie can’t deal with his sensory issues he goes to Raph. He hugs him, rub his shell, or just carefully lay on his shell like weighted blanket

When Don bought himself his purple comfort hoodie he bought one for Mikey too. Some time later he bought one for Leo because of his dysphoria

Don always has a emergency epipen in his battle shell

Donnie stimms with his fingers and toes a lot

Genuinely loves coffee and mango passion fruit energy drinks

Wears contacts, but when he is too tired to put them on he just casualy wears glasses

He sometimes experiences seizures after krang attack, because of nerve damage 

When he feels super preety he likes to use a lot of eyeliner

He sings while making his makeup

Always paint his nails

He’s anemic

Donnie always has hidden candy with him in case Mikey is stressed and Raph isn't there

Donnie is realy flexible because of his soft shell

Donnie & Mikey absolutely hates squishy fruits and vegetables. The texture of food that they eats must meet theirs standards

The headphone/goggle idea was born in Donnie's mind one day when Raph was helping him with overstimulation

When Donnie needs physical contact he just sits in lap of one of his brother that are actually chiling somewhere in the lair 

He loves demonia boots, especially damned 318

His music taste: Lady gaga, Daft punk, Lemon demon

He’s the type of person who have all of his stickers in folders and never uses them. On the other hand Mikey sticks his stickers on everything

Don keeps all of the drawings Mikey gave him, and have them all on the giant pin board on his lab wall

At some point in his life he started smoking

Fav pizza: Something with vegetables like Mozzarella, Sun-Dried Tomato and Arugula

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boba and giant deep fried mozzarella stick combo for the win 🙏🙏

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So fun fact: I had a brother who's eating habits used to consist of mountain dew, doritos, and some fast food. Like thats all He ate. He did eventually change his eating habits to be healthier... after a decade... So to say I have a need to make sure people eat healthy is a way of putting it.

Lmao I feel like this would horrify you but I worked at King Soopers for a year when I was 16, my entire diet was basically two of the giant monster energy drinks on shift(the ones with the twisty lid), a cherry coke at lunch if i wanted a treat, slim jims(I could put them in the drink area and cram one in my mouth for a boost, trolli sour gummy worms(sealed bag so i could shove a few in my mouth before going back to bag groceries and if i felt like i wanted extra i'd buy frozen mozzarella sticks and put them in the freezer area for a week and heat up like 6 on my lunch break or cup of noodle sometimes. Then if i got off early I'd get taco bell sometimes and go home to drink even more soda.