#i dont even know but anyway lasagna

[boringwomanwithabook]

presented without comment from the blogger

[pickled-flowers]

Every time I go to a party I'm reminded that it's not that I can't interact with people, it's just not a desire I have :(

[thisisasupergoodidea]

sooooooo… middle of the year writing update…

im still chipping away at my plot outlines. multiple. i started working on one WIP and then got stuck and jumped to another and then got bored and jumped to a third. and then i figured some good shit out for the first one so i went back. now im just roaming around the ideascape as i please

its not terribly efficient, but nothing i do is. its been fun, at least. i really would like to talk about how much i have written, but i feel like its pointless at this moment bc nothing is exactly set in stone yet

oh and ive also been trying to get back into my poems as well. when my brain needs a puzzle of a different flavor. the eventual plan is to make a little horror themed poetry zine or something. maybe even just for myself, not to sell. u dont know how much i need something i wrote to be in a form that i can hold in my hands. with pages and ink

anyway. the WIPs remain WIPs

[rzyraffek]

OH OH REQUEST IDEA....TAKING SLASHERS HOME TO MEET YOUR PARENTS BECAUSE THATS LIKW SUPER SMART

Billy Micheal and Jason are the only ones i care about but you can add whoever

Omg hi!! Thanks for request!

They/them, sfw and request open

Slashers meeting s/o perents

Billy Lenz

Why would you do that

No fr why would anyone think this was good idea

Guy cant say a sentence without swear words or weird sex jokes😭

But fr billy will be so nervous!! Lil baby doesn't know how to behave!

S/o has to give him tutorial how to act like normal human and not 3rats in trench coat

Perents will be... alarmed to say the least... like really?? You could pick anyone but you picked oversized goblin?? Wow s/o

If s/o has younger siblings, he will bite them btw

Usually perents want to have grandchildren but oh god oh no not with this guy please s/o think about it!!

Billy vibes tbh he likes s/o perents they goofy. He also ate raw pasta. All of it

He told s/o dad that he wants lego for chrismas btw

Micheal Myers

How much you drank to think thats a good idea

Soo you telling me you bf is a serial killer?

At least he won't say anything rude, and s/o perents are too intimidated to say something rude about him🥰peace

Micheal just stares really, hes harmless for now

Yes s/o mom will call them to make sure that they aren't kidnaped and this all stuff is acually consensual

Live laugh love dont get stabbed by Michael

Yall can't even eat a dinner together 😔my guy looks like npc. Like yall just sit nicley and my homie just🧍 he doesn't even eat he just looks at yall, he totally judges their outfits

Hide your pets away he might eat them. You have pet hamster? What hamster?

Jason Voorhees

Omg homeboy is stressed! What if they don't like him:((

At first their perents were intimidated by him, but s/o's mom and him got along very fast! They are baking cookies together! Also if s/o has smol siblings or animals o my god he is bff with them instantly

Their mom and him acually got along faster than s/o with jason when they met first time!

Helps with carring heavy stuff... you bought new fridge? Call up son-in-law jason to help out (s/o mom has him named like that in contacts in phone)

Perents kinda wonder where he lives, when s/o told them that he has vintage cottage in Forest they started to think that hes rich or something

S/o perents already hope that yall get married

Asa emory

My dude bought suit for that appointment

He promised not to talk about skinning people while yall are eating dinner. He is so dreamy

Got along very well with s/o's dad, they are talking about fishing or something idk what dads are into lol

Almost fell asleep when their mom was talking

I WANTED TO WRITE " when their mom was talking about that she wants grandchildren" BUT ITS SOUNDS WAY FUNNIER THAT WAY

He was scared to eat dinner, it looked.... suspicious... he never trusted cheesy lasagna

Anyways Asa and their dad are besties now, they will go fishing next week

He cried in car after meeting "S/O IM NEVER GOING THERE AGAIN IT WAS SCARY IF I HEAR YOUR MOM SAY ANYRGING ABOUT GRANDCHILDREN AGAIN IM GOING TO DOX HER SO HARD SHE WONT EVEN HAVE OPPORTUNITY TO SEE THEM"

I didnt write any headcanons for few weeks i hope it was good or at least readable

[artdcnaldson]

hhhhiiiii cat!!! i dont wanna overwhelm you, but i just have so many fun thoughts for this au, feel free to take your time with these

we were talking about the sheer sluttiness of the moans and groans of the tennis players at wimbledon, and then i was watching djokovic playing, and oh boy is he louder than both art and pat. but it made me think another little thought....

so you've been a fan of art donaldson long before he agreed to coach you. you've been following him for years, watching him play, begging your parents to bring you to his matches when they were nearby, recording and rewatching all the matches you could. you had a pretty good collection by the time you went pro, if it wasn't a slightly strange thing to collect people might admire your devotion to it. you'd even managed to dig up some old, pixilated and shaky footage of his stanford days. those were your favorites. something about that snapback keeping his gorgeous curls contained just did something to you.

it's safe to say that he was her sexual awakening. she spent her later teen years seeking out any cute tennis players with blond curls and knee-buckling smiles. it didn't quite fulfill her, but it was enough to keep her satisfied for the time being. but on those long and lonely nights she would pull up one of his matches to keep her entertained. the day she found out he was retiring was a very sad day for her :(

but anyway, back to when she's now basically living with him. it was such a long and boring day, art was out somewhere with lily and some of her friends from school, so you had been left to your own devices. you'd done some tanning by the pool, baked a brownie for art, ordered some cute new dresses, you'd even gone so far as to clean the kitchen. you were beyond bored.

then you'd decided to make dinner for art rather than having the chef cook, you'd prepared a lasagna and popped it in the oven. as you're waiting both for the oven and for art to come home, you're lounging on the couch, scrolling mindlessly through the channels on the tv, zapping through you spot the sports channel. just as you're about to skip it to find MTV or some good reality tv, you recognize the game in front of you. it's an old match of arts, one you'd watched many times, at the australian open a few years back. it had been a favorite of yours, the way his sweat glistened and made his whole body shine, he'd had to take off his shirt during breaks and pour cold water over himself to cool down. goodness gracious, he'd looked so good that whole tournament. his grunts were more exaggerated with the heat. you'd spent your whole youth wondering and imagining whether those noises were the same he'd make in bed. you thought you'd never know and just have to imagine that they were. but now that you knew, now that you were so familiar with those same sounds every night, and every day on the practice court. oh it made it so much hotter to watch him play. its truly inevitable when your hand wedges it way into your shorts and past the line of your panties, it's basically reflex at this point.

as art is walking through the door the first thing he hears is the mix of a tennis match on the tv and the sounds of your moans. he's intrigued by what this could be he's walking in on. as he walks up behind the couch he can see himself on the tv and he can see your hand moving between your legs. he's almost tempted to just stand and observe you, let you live in your fantasy. but when you start to moan his name sweetly, he can't help but interrupt you. "ooohhh aaarrrrttttt" all drawn out and pretty as you get closer to your release, "yea, darling?". oh. you've been caught. he's thoroughly amused by how you react as if you've done something terribly wrong, like a puppy getting caught chewing shoes. you expect him to be upset and call you pathetic, but he's too caught up in how flattering this is. he just tells you to keep going as he comes around and sits next to you, "you like watching me play?", you can barely respond, so overwhelmed by his attention. "if i'd known you got off this much on watching me i would have found the old recordings for you ages ago". he peels off your shorts and panties for you, he needs to get a better look at you, takes your top off with it. he needs to see all of you, but he keeps his own clothes on. it only adds to the power he feels over you, it's intoxicating, it almost makes him dizzy to have you like this. he would feel guilty if he didn't know exactly how much you love it.

he watches you cum on your fingers as he wins the match, it's almost too perfect. but at this point you're so routined in this fantasy that you can time it perfectly. you're a blushing mess as you come down, shy and embarrassed that he'd caught you in your moment of worship. but curiosity oozes from him, he coaxes you to tell him all about your little ritual, whining in embarrassment as you admit to all your dirty fantasies about him.

if it wasn't for the timer going off the lasagna would have burnt in the oven. art can't do anything but adore you, his perfect little thing, a warm dinner and delicious dessert ready for him. you really were perfect for him.

it's so important to me that reader in this au is very wide-eyed and naive towards her relationship to art. despite that fact that she is more than willing, and it's fully consensual, he is absolutely taking advantage of a huge power imbalance. he's her idol, he's like a god to her. he's the reason she's even playing tennis professionally, if it wasn't for him she wouldn't have a career in this sport. his attention, his trust in her game and her talent, means more to her than anything else. her touching herself to his games is like a form of worship shes participated in for years. him finding this out strokes his ego like nothing else in the world, he's never felt bigger, never felt more important. all the career achievements and grand slams mean nothing compared to this. to know that your sexuality has been based in him, the only thing that can get you off is a version of him.

ARARAARARRARARARRA tihi :))) i love tennis men. i need art to have a big ego and take advantage of me tihihihi, it's so serious

-🐞

RAHHHHHHHHH <3<3<3

Something about all the tiny forms of worship you find yourself acting out while you’re with Art, the ways you willingly put yourself beneath him and show him that he���s the center of your universe.

How you let him use you whenever, however he wants. He can wake you up buried in your cunt— how your body just always seems to be wet and ready for him, perfect for him to slide into, to fuck until he’s cumming deep in that sweet, young pussy.

How you sit on his lap after you get done with the day’s practice, how you rub after sun lotion into his pink, hot skin. Like your wandering hands are canvassing every inch of his body, memorizing it. And you always end up with your hands around his dick, lotion slick and warm, pumping him slow and sweet as you whisper soft thank yous in his ear for being such a good coach.

And you’re so caught up in him, in winning. In your continued positive trajectory, that you miss the ways he’s taking advantage of that devotion. He plays up his disappointment in your losses so you work even harder to please him, so you kneel in front of him and worship him and promise that you’ll never disappoint him again. He holds his pleasure close to his chest so it feels like the sun shining on you when he says he’s proud of you, or that you’re performing well, or when he calls you his good girl.

It was never going to be fair— not when you hero worshipped him, when you formed the center of your brain around love and pleasure and pride around the idea of Art Donaldson. But what does fair matter when he’s all you want and more??

[no-stupid-questions-official]

Can yall list out spices that are commonly used in whole seed form, like not ground up? I want to google pictures of them to try to identify something.

(There's something i absolutely hate but dont know the name of, i encounter it most often in like "italian seasoned" sausage/meat, or sometimes in red sauces in premade dishes like frozen lasagna. My friend thought maybe coriander seed but she didnt have any for me to sniff test and googling it the pictures look different anyway. It's not spherical, its oblong, i think pointy at the ends, and kind of has stripes.) (I feel silly being a full adult who cooks regularly and has a visceral hatred for something i cant even name)

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[kylejsugarman]

oughhhh.....marie is awkwardly flitting around the house, trying to find something to occupy herself with so she can forget that her husband is out there trying to catch her brother-in-law and that there's a junkie/possible accomplice sleeping in her guest room when she hears a loud thump from said guest room. her hesitations about entering without hank are trumped by her concern for the nice dresser in there and she opens the door to find her new guest convulsing on the floor, still partially tangled up in the duvet (he didn't even get under the covers, she realizes). marie isn't sure if she should call 911 because what's the legality of harboring a potential criminal in ur house?? what's the houseguest etiquette for a kid who has seen and done awful things but is only a few years older than flynn?? marie's medical training (and the thought of flynn) kicks in and she kneels down to get the duvet off of him and cushion his head as the convulsions peter out and he lays there, panting. he looks like one of her patients after their third round of chemo, when the pain and fatigue really starts hitting. jesse wakes up on marie's purple throw rug, confused as hell and his head pounding; marie is right up in his face, looking at his pupils. she starts to ask "are you high", then decides against it halfway thru: "are you alright?" he mumbles something about his ID before trying to sit up and take stock of this weird-ass situation. marie gives in at this moment, her mind a cocktail of thoughts about flynn and memories of that videotape he and hank recorded in the living room earlier today. "come on, up. i think u hit ur head on the nightstand." she makes him come into the kitchen and sit on one of the barstools while she rummages around in the freezer for a bag of peas. part of her kind of wishes he'd take his shoes off inside, but part of her doesn't because she knows that he'd be weirdly apologetic about it if she told him to take them off now. it's very strange, standing awkwardly by the sink while a kid who has literally killed somebody is sitting at her counter with a bag of peas against the side of his head and that look on his face like he expects her to come across the counter and sock him. finally, marie takes a pan out of the cabinet. "do u like lasagna?" she's already going to the pantry for noodles so it doesn't really matter what his answer is, but she listens anyway. "um. yeah.....but u dont have to or anything." marie gets sauce too while she's in there. "its almost dinnertime." theres silence as she gathers the ingredients and turns on the oven to preheat, but it's not as weird as the silence before. finally he says "im sorry for getting dirt and stuff on ur sheets" and marie looks at him one more time, knowing that he won't be looking at her (like a chastised kid), and says "it washes out. let me get you a new bag of peas."

[themombehindthesmile]

Sometimes the smile is not fake.

I've been trying my hardest to get myself to bed on time and up during the day but sadly, going on 2 years... It seems to get worse. As my partner for 20 years always says, "how can I be the most lazy busiest person".

Another day I couldn't get up in time to take the kids to school on my own. So thankful our uncle shows up even when we don't call for help. I don't know what we would do without him.

Usually I feel bad about it all but he has been patient with me instead of constantly putting me down. I slowly got up, picked up my middle child at 2:30p. Then the 2nd at 3:30p. I thought we were headed up to get them all ready to go to our eldest's presentation at the high school. My partner was not feeling well so just took 3 and 4 with me.

The presentation went well. I wish communication was better. I didnt realize it was such a big thing. I would've dressed better. I wouldve helped edit a bit more things. Took photos, had them practice more. I feel like I'm not present. Ever.

We then ran off to Walmart. Realized we barely have any money, didnt even get half the things we went for..........

I got home. My partner's boss was there to take back the work truck. I think it's been about 2 weeks since hes been to work. I dont know what we're going to do.

Anyways, I got back in the house and I've learned to try not to let the things that are in my mind come out. It will start a fight and I'm so very tired of it.

We waited for our lasagna dinner and watched a precious movie. A man called Otto, so much triggers to my grandmothers suicide but I do wish we could've been that lively young family for her. To keep her here.

All my life I've felt like I wasn't enough and all my life, life proves it but here I am as OTTO says. Keep living.

Even though i was saddened by the movie. I had my whole family by me on the couch, laughing, smiling, watching. Thats all I want for forever.

[spitegeous-azzburn]

07.07.2023 🧝🏻‍♀️

our physics teacher made a fucked up drawing to explain sound intensity to us and i thought it was funny so i took a picture.

i decided not to go to the gym today and stayed home watching Lord of the Rings instead.

my friend is a huge fan and had been trying to make me watch it for months so i decided to give it a try. i actually liked it a lot!!

ive also been feeling pretty depressed since lunch. then i was more depressed after watching a whole ass 3 hour movie. then my mom looked at me and went “you’re pale. more pale than usual. did you eat something today??”

and i told her i had eaten a small lasagna slice on lunch (note that this conversation happened 4 hours later) and then some chocolate, and she reprehended me and told me i should eat more.

she also told me to weight myself. i did, and i am weighting 4kg less than i was last time i weighed myself :/

so i ate three small mashed potatoes and me and my mom watched A Man Called Otto.

which just made me even more depressed.

and the trans boy, malcom, reminded me of my friend to who i havent talked to in months and i cried so much during this movie i swear to god.

i’ve decided im texting this friend of mine asap.

so when the movie ended, i locked myself in the bathroom and cried for about half an hour. i dont have a lot of sense of time when im crying but i think it must have been around that.

i can’t remember when was the last time i had to lock myself in the bathroom to cry, but it was more than 3 months ago. i feel like im having a relapse.

i was feeling so good this last month…

maybe my meds aren’t working anymore, i dont know. this reminds me that i have to schedule my next appointment with my psychiatrist, so i can get another prescription and maybe increase the dosage.

anyway, im gonna go hug my comfort ladybug pillow until i sleep.

[bingobongobingobongo]

men shut the FUCK up challenge like fucking shut up and die

[bakidose]

— TOKYO REV ## RANDOM HCS

alternate title: tr men and random headcanons i have abt some of them

characters included: ran haitani / sanzu haruchiyo / hanma shuji / manjiro sano / baji keisuke / takemichi hanagaki

warnings: a bit suggestive / mostly sfw tho / crack cocaine for sanzu / humour / gn! reader / ooc maybe?? idk thats up to u to decide lol

a/n: these were the only characters i could think of hcs for off the top of my head shhh. n e ways weewoo my first official contribution to the tr fandom, enjoy :p

% SHUJI HANMA %

he's the type to fake bang you.

doesn't matter where you are, who you're with or what you're doing– the moment he sees you bent down, hes getting all up behind you and thrusting full force 💀

you've had to start kneeling and squatting down to reach for things instead after one incident. living in fear everyday that hanma may one day pull a bluff on your poor, vulnerable ass right in front of your friends and family 😟

"shuji PLEASE im trying to take this dish out of the oven"

"hm? sorry~. i cant help myself when you're all bent down like that just for me ♡ "

you burned your fingers and almost dropped your lasagna all over the floor

all he did in apology was pat your ass and said "it looks good babe 😘"

you still dont know whether he was talking about your ass– or the lasagna

probably both.

% RAN HAITANI %

he makes deez nuts jokes along with his brother rindou LMAO

thinks they're sooo fuckin funny. oh? your legs are broken? lol deez nuts are next 🤣

and whats worse is that rin backs him up too with a shit eating grin, both giggling like lil kids who just made a joke about poo

has never actually fallen for it whenever someone tries though

and even if it were to happen, you wouldnt know.

given the way he just stands there like 🕺 right after he finishes you off with his baton for humiliating him like that in broad daylight

rin: "🙄 cant believe you fell"

ran: "i didnt fa-"

rin: "for deez nuts."

ran: 😃

not only did he fall for deez nuts twice on that day, but he smacked a hoe with his baton twice too

hurt his ego knowing rindou pulled it on him without missing a beat

if you ever asked, it never happened <3

% SANZU %

ACTUALLY served crack before he served his country.

has definitely snorted cocaine off your ass crack to make things more exciting

though one time, you caught him snorting sugar off the kitchen counter. having temporarily taken away his coke stash after he kept waking up next to you high as hell

a credit card, 10,000¥ bill and nose all lined up to take another hit

"what are you doing?? you know you cant-"

"its not."

"huh? the hell you mean its 'not' 🤨"

"its sugar, princess. here~ try it"

"no thanks-"

told you to shut up as he scooped some up with his finger n stuck them in your mouth anyway

it was sugar.

he was snorting glucose up his nostrils.

"WHAT THE FUCK 😃."

you still think he mightve done it just to spite you since youre so worried about his health

you gave him back his shit after that

so it was either him high off the rocks or...yeah <3 he was definitely in a silly goofy mood that day

manz is actually deranged 🚹 middle child behavior if ive ever seen it

% BAJI KEISUKE %

never make a 'your mom' joke at this guy.

ever.

the first n last time some sleezy highschool kid tried to do it to a pre-k baji, they limped outta there the next day looking like they got mauled by several street cats

just never- dont. dont even utter a word about his mom unless youve been feeling alive'nt recently

you can talk smack about baji but never about his momma :<

ranted to peke j about it that night as he was falling asleep

"and i pummeled that asshole! right in his ugly ass mug 😤"

peke j: mrow

"no one!... can talk shit about my mom like that...*snores*"

peke j: mrow

% MIKEY %

still orders the McDonald's happy meal even as an adult

does NOT eat the apple slices :<

he's also another person who enjoys pulling deez nuts jokes on unsuspecting victims...or at least used to ://

*is busy munching on dorayaki*

"hey you know suna?"

"whos that? 😐"

"suna or later deez nuts gonna be in ya' mouth"

k.o'ed on sight. absolutely hates deez nuts jokes now after he fell for one.

draken laughs everytime he recalls it, and mikey refuses to answer any random questions since then

% TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI %

asked chifuyu one time after he did the devils tango with hina on their wedding night

if it was gay to think of another man during it.

"hey so i was wondering... is it gay to think of mikey while i was having sex with hina?"

?????

"huhhh 😕 takemitchy, man i– i mean..bros before hoes right? 😄"

"yeah!! youre right!"

both sat there in silence after

then hakkai walked in, holding his phone that still had mitsuya's now updated side profile picture as his lockscreen

takemichi cried that night 👍🏼

taglist: @katsukichu

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[mithrilbookofmystery]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE GAY FIREFIGHTERS AREN'T CANON!? AND WHAT DOES A COUCH HAVE TO DO WITH IT??? - from, an outsider who's invested but has no clue what's going on (P.S. I wish you the best with the rest of the season lol)

I MEAN THEY AREN'T CANON 😭 To be quite honest, and I hate to be the one to break this to you, but we don't even know for sure if they're gay 😔

But LONG(ish) story short(ish), there was a scene in the season opener where Buck (gay firefighter A - actually no wait gay firefighter B bc his name is Buck - aka the blond one, if you identify them through that) was complaining to Eddie (gay firefighter A, aka the dark haired one) that Bobby (their captain/also kinda Bucks father figure) wasn't thinking about naming Buck interm Captain while Bobby went on his belated honeymoon (he and his wife got married like 4 seasons ago I think but they've been, like, busy and shit rip in pieces) and he's complaining to Eddie whiLE HE MAKES EDDIE AND CHRISTOPHER (Eddie's son) (also somewhat Buck's son but if I went into that we'd be here literally all day) LASAGNA IN HIS APARTMENT and Chris says "maybe it's because you don't have a couch" while he looks pointedly back at where there is a large empty spot in Bucks living room where a couch should be because Chris is cheeky like that and we love him, and Buck's like "well my last two couches came with girlfriends" because this is true, and then Eddie goes "no, your last two girlfriends came with couches" because this is a much better way of putting things and Eddie's been going to therapy all last season so he knows how to do that now, and then Eddie goes "Taylor (Bucks last girlfriend) left four months ago, you could have replaced that couch by now" while fucking staring Buck down in the eyes in the soul and Buck goes "maybe I'm afraid of choosing the wrong one" and we're not talking about couches anymore we're talking about relationships. Got that? Good.

And then at the end of the episode, Bobby names Hen (who is the actual canon gay firefighter of the show and we do not talk about her enough we should all be talking about her more we love her we stan <3) as the temporary captain and then he goes to talk to Buck about it, and says that he didnt choose Buck because Buck doesn't have enough life experience, and Buck just kinda. Deflates. And goes "is this because I don't have a couch?" And Bobby is SO fucking confused by this god bless and says "Why don't you have a couch???" (as any normal person would ask) and meanwhile Buck is still in the relationship metaphor and goes "I'm afraid of making another mistake" bc Buck relationships are NOTORIOUSLY messy and Bobby sees what's going on because he always does and he talks about how Buck needs to learn to look at what he has in his life now and know that it's good, and he deserves to learn to settle. And then later, in the closing montage (except not bc theres a plot twist at the last second but its about other characters, you dont need to worry about that) there's a clip of Eddie and Chris playing a game together for like. Really no reason?? Like everyone else in the closing montage had Something going on in the episode that needed a few seconds of closure, they really didn't Need to cut back to Eddie and Chris but they did and anyways immediately after that it cuts to Buck as if he was looking at them, or at least he's looking at the table where Eddie and Chris were earlier, and he smiles, Bobby's words about seeing what you have in your life right now in front of you still ringing in our ears and I tell you I GASPED at Bucks little smile, ok? And then he picks up the armchair he's always had and moves it to where the couch used to be and sits down in it. Because he has what he needs right here.

And then another small thing: Buck canonically sleeps on Eddie's couch sometimes. He has done this multiple times in the past. He will likely do it again in the future and the second Eddie asks him to stay over is the day this fandom combusts and explodes

[liquidstar]

What are the best Greek foods

first of all you cant go wrong w a classic gyro or souflaki (or souflaki with pita). you can forgo the tsatsiki sauce if its too much for you tho, personally im not huge on it either

also different kinds of pitas... tiropitakia and spanakopita are really good (though theyre mostly seen as side dishes) and tiropitakia/spanakopitakia make for a really good snack.

keftedakia are also really good especially with spaghetti. or if you want soup you can get them with youvarlakia

gemista are really good as far as rice goes imo, theres something really fun about just stuffing a veggie with the rice that its insides were used to make... full circle. also its its an eggplant it may be called papoutaskia (literally "little shoes" bc it looks like shoes lol)

another soup is avgolemono, its basically just lemon chicken soup with rice. personally i love it

pastitsio is great its like if lasagna was beefier and creamier imho

stifado is a good meat stew BUT PLEASE BE WARNED sometimes its made with rabbit and not all americans are okay with that so read what you order lol

tomatokeftedes and kolokithakia are really good. its fried tomato and fried pumpkin. i really like the latter

theres plenty of good seafood like spinialo, taramasalata (roe dip- not a meal), lakerda, fried marides, astakomakaronada (lobster pasta), ktapodi stin skara (grilled octopus), garides saganaki (shrimp), and mydia (muscles). i know i rattled those off pretty quickly but im not personally a huge seafood fan so i dont have much to say lol but DESPITE that i think id still eat most of them anyway

theres also kritharaki pasta which usually comes with lamb. theres also paidakia/grilled lambchops

for salads theres choriatiki which is sometimes just called greek salad

and for deserts my personal favorites are kokakia, theyre literally so good. theyre like if macaroons were better. but theres also the classic baklava, or halva (greek kind is made w semolina). galaktoboureko is also really good its literally SO creamy. and rizogalo which is just rice pudding w cinnamon. i also think portokalopita is really good bc its orange flavored and i love citrus. kourabiedes are also good but to be frank when i was a kid i just ate the powdered sugar off of them.

AND theres also some food typically only made for special occasions which is really good. tsoureki is a sweet bread usually made on easer or sometimes christmas, its similar to challah if youre familiar with jewish food, but its made with mahlepi spice so it has a slightly different taste. and vasilopita is a special cake only made on new years. whats cool about vasilopita is that theres a coin hidden inside of it and whoever gets the coin has good luck that year! its not taken super seriously but its a fun sort of game to play w the cake lol. also on any given outdoor celebration (easter or a panigiri) someone may cook a lamb on a spit which is usually pretty good imho, and i dont even like lamb.

[the-real-uchiha-sasuke]

Sasuke-kun, why dont you remember the night we made Sarada? You even told me it was one of the best moment of your life. You looked at me in the eyes and said "you know my heart and i know yours". Then when we finished you asked me "what are we?" Then i replied "i guess it makes us wife and husband" and then you cried and told me to "shut up, you annoying bitch!"

How can you forget such a romantic moment??

Anyway, I made lasagna, pls come home, Sarada misses you.

Sakura stop saying my name like that it grates on my nerves. Also, what are you even talking about? Your make believe romance has gone too far. I have no reason to love you, and can see no reason for why you should love me. Please get help.

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (April 5/2021) - The Case of the Disappearing Sheep

Ponk and Karl both make plans to speak to Niki about her haven city.

Tubbo does a lap around the server to check out what’s going on, but some mysterious messages crop up on screen. 

Tommy and Ranboo attempt to move Friend to a safer location and in the process, Friend goes missing. How do you lose a bright blue sheep? No one knows, but it sure happened anyway.

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Tubbo

Foolish

Tommyinnit

Ranboo

Karl Jacobs

Captain Puffy

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- Ponk has something he needs to do.

- The Egg has enemies. Everyone hates the Egg. But you know who people don’t hate? Niki.

- Things don’t last forever, so Ponk needs a backup plan for when things go south with the Egg. He goes to Niki’s secret city to leave a message.

(Ponk is going to try and get Purpled in on this, Sam too. He’ll have lore that has to do with before Tommy joined, so he wants to get Sam, Bad, Punz, maybe even Alyssa and George involved too, as well as having some cameos. He mentions Boomer and Snifferish, Redvelvet, 5up, etc., as possibilities)

- He leaves a sign for Niki asking to chat sometime and heads back.

- Ponk retcons his fake kneecaps

- He continues to work on his flower hill for Sam

- Ponk talks to Delta.

- Tubbo aims to get the most powerful sword in the game possible so that he can interrogate people.

QUICK I DONT

HAVE MUCH TIME

- Tubbo goes down into the spider spawner and thinks of sword names.

STAY AWAY FROM

- He considers names like “the Hornet,” “Soul-stinger,” among others.

- He then chooses between “Final Hope” and “Checkmate” and settles on naming the sword Checkmate.

THE NORTH!

- Tubbo visits the mansion

- Tommy logs on and Tubbo spots Tommy walking up Drista’s god staircase. Tubbo is confused and tries it out for himself.

A STRANGE METAL

WEAPON WASHED UP

- Tubbo goes to explore Kinoko. He remarks that a lot of the big places on the server are south of Snowchester.

- He sees Kinoko and also goes down into Niki’s underground city.

IT POISONS

- Next, he decides to check up on the Egg.

- As he heads over, he sees Fundy’s honeymoon suite for Dream and reminisces about Dream’s iron door MCC nightmare. 

- He checks up on the prison first and notices the god McDonald’s.

- Then, he goes to the Egg.

THE NATURE

- Tubbo enters the Egg Room.

- Tubbo also visits Ranboo’s house in the Arctic.

THE WATTER

- He goes all the way out to his jungle base and finds a pufferfish in a bucket in a chest. He decides to take it.

- Then the guardian farm

NO ITS NOT

- He returns to Snowchester and sees Michael.

THATS IT WE ARE

LEAVING

- Tommy logs on. He’s gotten a barrier block from Drista and plays around with the invisible staircase.

- They noticed a mysterious nether brick block with a single sign on it. All it says is “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

- Jack comes over to them.

- They go back down and Tommy speaks to Ranboo one-on-one. Ranboo suggests they might need Jack as a sacrifice, and Tommy mentions that now that he’s finished with the tower, he might be taking back his hotel.

- They recount the events of last time, where they attempted to rescue Henry.

- Tommy says that until they can give Friend back to Ghostbur, he doesn’t want anybody knowing where he is. They should put him in a vault. Specifically, a place that everyone walks by every day, but no one goes to.

- They visit the Oogway Shrine and Ponk’s green room.

- Tommy points out King’s Court to Ranboo. Everyone sees it, but no one goes up there. It would be the perfect spot to put Friend. They leave Friend tied to a post near the highway elevator.

- They go up to King’s Court.

- Jack comes up and Tommy speaks with him. Jack says he might have a court case coming up due to Puffy suing him for the hotel. Tommy and Jack argue about who owns the hotel. Tommy tells him to give it back, and Jack refuses.

- They see that Friend has gone missing and are confused. They ask Jack if he took their blue shieep.

- They start looking around for Friend.

- Tommy and Ranboo speak away from Jack, trying to figure out who took him.

- Ranboo says he has some of Ghostbur’s blue and suggests they just make a new one.

- Tommy explains to Ranboo that Jack stole his hotel, and as he’s been gathering up resources, working towards Netherite so that he can go to the prison again, he’s decided that he might as well get his hotel back.

- They go back up to King’s Court to work on the vault some more.

- They go back down and discover Friend tied up to the post by the elevator again. They’re extremely confused and speak to Jack again.

- Tommy and Jack fight about the hotel. Jack tells Tommy that since he’s come back, he’s basically a different person and has to buy it back with leverage. Jack says he’s got business deals going on.

- They notice that Friend has disappeared again.

- Tommy asks Jack why he shouldn’t just kill him right now. Jack claims that Friend’s life depends on him.

- Tommy and Ranboo demand Jack to prove that he can summon Friend again.

- Jack leaves and comes back in a detective outfit. He admits that he doesn’t actually know how to summon Friend, but if they need a detective...

- Foolish comes over and they question him.

- They start digging up the hillside.

- They call Dream to try and figure out what happened.

- Jack wonders if maybe Friend pulled a Jack Manifold and went to Hell.

- Phil sends a clip of him singing about Friend dying in autotune. 

- Tommy leaves and Ranboo finds Friend with Jack and Foolish.

- They discuss whether Friend’s name is spelled with a capital F in various incarnations.

- Ranboo realizes that Friend is tied to a different fencepost and takes Friend away. 

- Karl and Sapnap run around Kinoko on Karl’s account. They decide Jack Manifold’s shoreline restaurant has to go.

- Karl explains that he wants to merge with Niki’s country, and he can’t sell her the deal with this building here. Hannah is there, and says that it’s her favorite burger restaurant. 

- Karl starts tearing it down. Foolish hands him TNT. Punz shows up. They light TNT inside and mines down the walls. Hannah says he’ll pay with his life.

- They see a fish in the pond and decide to name him Lasagna. If anything happens to Lasagna, Sapnap would take a canon life.

- They also retrieve Hutt the fish, Rutabaga, the Party Island llamas

- Karl writes a book to Niki saying he’d love to show her around his beautiful country, and that he’s noticed their countries are close together. He remembers creating Rutabagville together, and suggests they might do something similar and combine territories. He puts the book and George’s wall shield in his Ender Chest.

- Puffy pranks Bad and Skeppy by replacing the quartz in their mansion with white concrete.

- Puffy sacrifices Antfrost for Karlnap.

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Upcoming events remain the same.

[sallyf4ce]

wolves

chapter II

-> sally face x f!reader

-> enemies? to lovers

-> previous | next

cw: drugs, cigarettes, abuse, panic attack

*does not follow original plot of sally face*

summary: larry knocks (y/n) off her feet, literally. later, him and sal come to apologize, bearing a gift of homemade lasagna. sal and (y/n) bond over their similar bodies. his eyes look familiar.

The sound of your skateboard and the wind brushing past your ears practically deafened you, which allowed you to think in peace. Maybe you’d survive in Nockfell.

Maybe it wasnt as bad as you made it. You’d grow close to the old apartment, push through school, leave your mother as quickly as possible, and start fresh somewhere across the world. The only thing that you wouldn’t get close to is the forest surrounding Addison. It loomed over you, day and night, dewy pines poking out at you like a warning sign. Maybe mom moved here just so she could torture you with the forest. Remind you of what happened.

Loud footsteps joined the wheels of your skateboard. You looked back, and on your trail were those two kids from the apartment. The tall one’s face was almost right in yours. You let out a small yelp as your skateboard hit a rock and sent you tumbling to the ground, completely destroying your knees in the process.

“Shit!” larry yelled out in surprise as he dodged the skateboard that went right between his legs.

You quickly reached out to your head, trying to calm the searing pain pulsing through it. What the fuck just happened?

“What the fuck?” you groan. The blue haired boy, sal, grabbed your skateboard and came up close to you. pulling down his sleeves, he quickly grabbed your knees and covered them, soaking up the gushing blood.

“Larry!” sal turned around to face him. You winced as the fabric of his sweater clung to your knees. Your hands grabbed his to pull them off but you froze. They were soft and cold, almost like snow. How would it feel to hold them longer? Would you warm them up? or would they freeze you?

What the fuck?

You snapped out of your trance and moved them off your knees. You scowl at larry and pick your skateboard back up.

“Nice job, asshat.”

His face flushes at the insult and he moves back. Sally stands up and offers you his hand, but you dont need his help (obviously a lie, your entire body was aching like a scale 8 earthquake). You shove yourself up and wipe your burning palms on your jeans. With your feet back on the skateboard (it took a few tries to get up because your knees kept buckling), you flip them off and begin skating back to addison. You just wanted a nice fucking stroll alone, why were these fucks literally everywhere you went?

It’s around 12:45 now. You came home, took a bath, bandaged up your knees and took some tylenol. Mom was already in her bedroom and there were some leftover beer bottles on the coffee table, so she probably wouldnt wake up anytime soon. you quickly trashed the bottles and decided for a quick nap on the couch, since your room was… occupied. your pyjamas, for now anyway, consisted of an oversized grey ac/dc shirt and some soft-ass spandex shorts.

“finally, a fucking break from this shit.” a content sigh escaped your lips as you threw yourself onto the cold couch.

a few knocks sounded at your door.

“(y/n)? it’s uh, it’s sal. and larry.”

“fuck.”

THEY’RE LITERALLY EVERYWHERE WHAT THE FUCKKKK AGGHHH WHY CANT THEY LEAVE YOU ALONE THEY ALREADY BUSTED YOUR KNEES LIKE WHAT

“coming.” you mumbled angrily even though they couldn’t hear you.

the blinding fluorescent lights of the hallway hit you as you opened the door. along with them came the smell of freshly baked lasagna. your eyes widened for a second, before looking up at sal. he stared at you, taking in your appearance. your hair was ruffled, eyes blinking sleepily as they adjusted to the light. your shirt had ridden up and showed a bit of your stomach. he blushed as you pulled it down and glared at him, a slight tinge of red on your own cheeks.

“larry.” he nudged his friend. the brunette walked up in front of sal, holding a pan of lasagna.

“listen man, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to fuck up your knees n shit. jus’ got excited cause of your sanity falls shirt. can we, uh, can we come in?”

Slam.

larry quickly jumped back in surprise.

“i guess that means no.”

you yelled out a quick ‘wait!’ as you cleaned up your apartment and hid your mom’s weed and other things. god, for a grown woman, she didn’t know how to clean for shit.

opening the door back up, you waved them inside.

“god, you smoke a lot.” larry coughed a bit at the smell of your apartment, which earned him a shove.

“sorry! god, sal, so mean.” he mumbled.

“s’ my mom. i only smoke outside. uh, take a seat on the couch, i’ll warm up the lasagna.” you pulled it out of larry’s hands as they both took a seat on your makeshift bed.

sal shifted. “you sleep here?” he asked, confused. maybe your room was being used as storage.

“for now. there’s some weird ghost shit going on in my room. some fucking preppy ghost woman keeps squealing when i come in.”

ghosts? you believed in ghosts? maybe they’d be able to take you on their expeditions! sal perked up at the thought of you becoming friends.

“you believe in ghosts?”

“well, i saw one, so what else could it fucking be?” you chuckled as you shoveled the now warmed up lasagna onto three plates. sal noticed and his eyes widened.

“oh, no, i- i don’t want any-” he waves his hands.

“you’re having it, i don’t care.”

larry laughs as you shove it into their hands.

“feisty, aren’t ya?” he stabs some and shoves it into his mouth. you sigh and lean back into the couch.

“you guys go to the school here, right?”

larry nods. “yeah, there’s only one school in nockfell.”

“eww, larry face, don’t chew with food in your mouth.” sally laughs. in the corner of his eyes, he thinks he can see you smile.

“yeah, we go to nockfell high. i’m assuming you’re going there too.”

“mhm. starting monday. hurry up and eat, i’m not warming it up again.” you grumble. sal doesn’t move. “god, okay, i’ll look away. i have to go clean this thing anyway.” you wave your prosthetic’s fingers.

“oh, yeah, you also have a prosthetic!” his face shifts into a child-like curiosity. it’s a face that you’ve seen before, and it makes you giggle a bit every time. you place your hand on his lap. sal does a double take and his mask raises a bit.

“you wanna touch it, don’t you. go ahead.”

“damn, sal, you get all the ladies. leave some for me.” larry chimes in, hand on his forehead in mock sadness. he chuckles.

“you gonna touch it or what?”

“uh, yeah.” sal slowly lowers his hands onto it. he traces your fingers, flexing them every once in a while. he flips your palm and looks at the graffiti ‘s’ you drew on it.

“when was this?” he looks back up at you.

“grade 10, two years ago. got bored in class and accidentally took out my sharpie instead of a dry-erase marker. god, my mom was mad.” you chuckle at the memory. she didnt let you back in the house for two days. you had to camp out in the shed, where you stored your extra food so she wouldn’t steal it.

sal hummed. “what about this one?” it was a big ‘SF’. was it for his name? of course not, she didn’t know you back then, moron. still, it warmed him up a bit.

“not for you, that’s for sure.”

“damnnn, savage!” larry put his plate down. “mind if i get more?”

“larry, we brought it for (y/n).” sal scolded.

“nah, i don’t mind. knock yourself out.” you nodded, continuing your conversation with sal.

larry trotted towards the kitchen.

larry’s point of view:

sal and (y/n) seemed to be getting along quite well. good for him, really. we might be able to coax (y/n) into our friend group. i didn’t like her at first, but i think she’s just a little stand-offish. anyway, back to the lasagna. man, i wish mom would make it more often. she only makes it for guests. where is it? oh, there. (y/n)’s going to nockfell high, right? probably should tell her about travis.

your point of view:

sal was still tracing your arm, running his pale fingers over where the prosthetic connected to your skin. the doctors could have chopped your arm off completely, up to your elbow, but you wanted to salvage as much as you could, so it stops mid-forearm.

“do you take it off often?” sal hummed. it felt a little intimate, tracing your prosthetic. it was like soothing a part of your body that was already gone. what? what was he thinking?

“mmm, i take it off every night. if i leave it on, i could get rashes ‘n shit. rashes aren’t fun. ‘m assuming you take yours off every night too.” he nods.

“i don’t like taking it off during the day. phantom limb shit, you know? it hurts a lot.” you grumble.

“got the lasagna. since you’re going to nockfell, ‘should probably tell you about travis.” larry sits down. “he’s your typical stick-up-the-ass bully. doesn’t really like sally face ‘n our crew.”

“yeah. just ignore him and you should be fine.”

“we‘ll protect you.” larry swings an arm over your shoulder.

huh? you can protect yourself. does he think you can’t? is it because of your prosthetic?

“i can do it myself, you dimwit.” you push his arm off your shoulder.

“time for you to leave.”

“woah, dude, calm down-” larry’s eyes widen in panic. he didn’t mean to offend you.

“i’m sorry!”

“i’m not hurt, just need my sleep. it’s 1:30. go on now.”

sal sets down his cold, uneaten lasagna and larry takes a quick bite out of his.

“see ya!” he mumbled, words muffled by food. you click your teeth as he walks out of your apartment and towards the elevator.

“(y/n).”

you spin around to face sal. his hand lingers on your counter.

“your knees. how are they?”

you look at his eyes through his mask. they’re light blue. like the lake that you so dreaded. like the sky that morning. like your dad’s shirt. he blinks.

“uh, f-fine. they’re fine. they should heal in a few days. time for you to go.” you grab his shoulders and shove him through the door.

“see you tomorrow?” he stumbles.

“yeah.” the door shuts with a slam and you’re filled with an overwhelming sense of dread.

oh god, not this again. your vision blurs as you try to grasp onto your breath. you can hear the blood rushing in your ears. your heart thuds like it’s going to break through your rib cage. it feels like someone is strangling you, coaxing the last breath of air from your lungs. your nails scratch at your throat desperately, your salty tears only making the marks burn more. at least the cold metal of your prosthetic cools you down a bit.

shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. you can’t wake anyone. you bite down on your lip to suppress the strangled cries leaving your mouth. god, not the lake, please. not the forest. not the huge, dirty, rabid wolf-looking creature behind your father. not his cries. please, just make it shut up. SHUT UP.

you wake up the next morning to your alarm ringing.

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