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ankaaz · 2 years ago

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El did I send an ask or did tumblr eat it lol? Maybe I didn’t lol.

Anyways, I’ve been nerding out about the James Webb photos. So fucking cool. I was word vomiting about it to my coworkers.

Also wanted to congratulate you on your job. I’m glad your effort was rewarded in the end 💕. Job hunting fucking sucks.

And omg el, I’m so happy rn. I went out with coworkers the other day. And I have plans to go out with another one soon. And two of my coworkers told me they smile a lot when we work together ��. And this one supervisor at the store I trained at says hello and talks to me when he sees me. Like I’ve always convinced myself I’m super unlikeable, so it’s really insane to me this is all happening. But I’m happy I’m being more social because I used to be cripplingly shy.

I was also thinking of a Haikyuu barista au. I was salivating thinking about sakusa in an all black outfit with the red apron. Can u imagine just watching him make drinks. Beautiful. Me and atsumu would make him make tiktoks with us all the time. Capitalize on his good looks.

And now I like black cold brews. Which I totally thought would never happen because I don’t like coffee much lol. I also like iced quad espressos with soy milk. I still like the sweet drinks, but I’m trying to limit the sugar I’m having lul. Fr you can have up to five drinks a shift, it’s insane. I try to cap it at two or three lol.

But el, you should try a matcha frappe made with heavy cream(but the default milk is fine too) sub peppermint syrup with frappe chips. It tastes like mint chocolate chip ice cream 🤤. My one coworker gets it with extra ice so she eats it with a spoon. I get it every once and awhile, because it’s quite indulgent lol.

this is the only message I've gotten from you, so the good ol hellsite must've eaten it :((

the james webb photos are SO cool!! I'm still geeking out over them tbh, I adore them. I am a very big space person haha, so the side by side comparisons have me screaming.

ahhh tysm!! I was definitely reaching the end of my patience with job hunting so I'm really glad this one worked out haha.

ooh that's great! I hope you had so much fun!! it's always so nice when the people around you help with deconstructing things you thought about yourself (in a good way, ya know?). I've totally had the same experience because I'm pretty quiet irl and it makes me nervous people think I don't want to be around them, but whenever someone tells me that's not true or says smth else nice internally I go !!! haha.

ugh... Sakusa... in EH there's a scene where he cooks and I was salivating over him wearing a black apron because I am Down Bad for that man. but him at starbucks... gah a dream come true. lmao, any tiktok you two make with him would get like 10x more views than normal I bet.

welcome to the dark side >:) hands down tho my favorite drink is the vanilla sweet cream coldbrew but do 2 pumps van syrup and 2 pumps peppermint. I've probably reced it before and I'll rec it until I die I swear. and 5 drinks per shift??? dude I'd be so hyper if I worked there lmao and have the most insane sugar crashes.

ooh I'm not a fan of frappes, but I'll tinker with it and maybe get a matcha w/ all the specifications. I am a sucker for mint choc chip anything hehe

#mint choc chip is superior #i will die on that hill #peppermint too #i got a peppermint mocha creamer... so good #willo!#mailbox <3

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ashintheairlikesnow · 4 years ago

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Christmas Specials: Jake and Kauri

Honestly, this is mostly just some genuinely sharp pining and yearning.

“Merry Christmas.”

The box, small and light, drops onto the kitchen table with a sound more like a tap than a thud. Jake blinks down at it, cheerfully wrapped in a bright cacophony of rainbow colors in vaguely ornament-like shapes. Jake sets his coffee mug slowly down, steam curling up into the air, particles of dust briefly visible floating through the beams of early morning light.

Kauri hasn’t slept, and it’s clear - his hair is still mussed, he’s wearing clothes from the night before, that particular look of shadowed satisfaction he has after a night well-wasted. Red-rimmed eyes and the slightest wince at the sun coming in through the curtains, and still… still, he’s Kauri, and Jake’s glad to see him.

“Not Christmas yet,” Jake offers, carefully casual. If his eyes are on Kauri’s too long, neither one of them mention it. Kauri smells like cigarette smoke and another man’s cologne, and he doesn’t smoke so Jake knows that means he’s been with someone who does. “You’re up early, Kaur.”

“At what point,” Kauri asks, with the air of a philosopher posing a question for the ages, “Does it stop being up late and begins being up early?”

“When it’s 7 o’clock in the fucking morning, you’re pretty safely at up early. What brought you by?”

Kauri shrugs, pouring himself a cup of coffee. The house creaks around them, ancient bones settling into the foundation. There’s the telltale squeak of the spot just outside the bathroom door, and then the sound of water rushing through pipes. Chris, in the shower, Jake thinks. Antoni steps around the spot on the floor that squeaks. Leila moved out, and they haven’t gotten anyone new for her old room yet.

“I just decided to,” Kauri says, yawning, and something about the way his eyes close makes him look like a sleepy kitten, rumpled and ready to simply list to the side until he collapses. “Had this to give you.”

“I have something for you, too, but I haven’t wrapped it.”

Kauri blinks, pouring peppermint mocha creamer into the coffee cup and topping it off with plain milk. He turns and leans back against the counter, sipping, and the way he smiles a little at the taste of the coffee makes Jake’s chest twist in an anxiety he can name but can’t afford to linger on. “You got me a present?”

Kauri sounds so fucking surprised that it hurts.

Do you really think so little of yourself?

“Of course I did. So did Chris, and Nat, and Antoni.”

Kauri lets out his breath, disbelieving, shaking his head with a half-grin. “I don’t know why. I can’t have anything that doesn’t fit in my backpack.”

“I mean, you could stay-”

“No.” Kauri cuts him off. “No. I can’t.”

“Fair. But I think everyone got you stuff that you can carry with you easy. Plus I think Nat got Keira something, but don’t ask me what. What you buy for a fucking Roomba is beyond me.” Jake watches the way Kauri relaxes back into the easy joking, the more sensitive minefield of simply being cared for avoided for now. “I’ll be right back, then we can exchange, yeah? Just us, first.”

“Yeah.” Kauri gives him that cockeyed grin again, turns to look out the window. The sky is a riot of purples and pinks as the sun slowly rises on a California December. The only change is that it’ll start raining soon, and Kauri wears a sweater sometimes.

Jake pushes himself to his feet, ducking his head as usual to avoid knocking it on the top of the doorframe, heading up the stairs with the solid creaks from the old steps that are as much a part of the house as the pictures Nat keeps on the wall. Chris meets him coming out of the shower, towel-drying his longish hair - he’s growing it out, he says, and it has the slightest curl against the back of his neck and under his ears - and wearing all his clothes already.

With some of the rescues, it’s a sign they still didn’t feel safe, when they took all their clothes into the bathroom and never let their skin be seen. With Chris, as with most Romantics, it’s the opposite. He feels safe enough to know he can make himself comfortable any way he wants. Not feeling like he needs to show skin is a sign of security for him.

“Hey, hey Jake,” Chris says, one green eye covered by the pastel purple towel. “Did, did I hear you, um, you talking to, to-... is, is breakfast-”

“Can you chill up here for a sec?” Jake interrupts him, voice pitched low. At Chris’s confusion, he says softly, “I just… want to do something. Give me ten minutes, yeah? Then I’ll start on breakfast and you can come down.”

“Um, oh-okay,” Chris says, frowning, but he slips into the room he shares with Antoni, and Jake heads for his own room, digging out Kauri’s gift from underneath a carefully arranged pile of basically trash papers in his desk drawer. Hidden, like Kauri was a kid who still believed in Santa.

Hidden, like Jake didn’t want to explain what he did to anyone but Kauri, and definitely didn’t want to explain why.

He heads back downstairs with the gift carefully slipped into his back pocket, unseen until he wants Kauri to know. Ducks his head again - and Jake has been ducking to avoid doorframes since he was sixteen, he thinks, or eighteen maybe - and finds Kauri right where he left him, still sipping his coffee, lost in thought.

Warm gold light edges his mussed-up black curls, sets off the blue of his eyes when he turns to look at Jake. Lights his smile a little, too. Jake’s eyes catch the barest hint of a flash of bare skin at his stomach, where shirt hem and low-slung jeans meet.

“Want to do yours first?” Jake asks, and his voice sounds airy to him, but Kauri doesn’t seem to notice.

“Nah. You open yours, then I’ll do mine.” Kauri gives a smooth shrug, effortlessly graceful. Or maybe it hadn’t been effortless, before it’d been beaten into him until he couldn’t be anything else.

Jake nods, slowly, and sits down, carefully shifting his weight not to put any on the phone, and takes the box in hand. He rips open a seam very slowly and shifts the box out, then folds the wrapping paper and sets it to the side.

He catches Kauri watching him, eyebrows furrowed again and glances up.

“Why-... why didn’t you just tear it?” Kauri points at the folded square, as neat as origami. “Why did you do that? It’s like 15 cents of paper.”

Jake shrugs, running his fingers over the smooth, plain brown box the size of his palm, mostly flat. “We always saved wrapping paper to use the next year, when I was a kid. It’s just a habit, guess I never lost it. What’s in here?”

“Open the box and see.” Kauri holds his mug in both hands, giving him a pleased little smile, and not for the first time, Jake thinks, if I’d met you any other way…

He opens the box. Inside, there’s three gift cards, slightly shiny, and Jake looks each one over, blinking, before he looks up. “This is… the Mitchells Center downtown, the Blue Martini, and… Holden’s Harbor… Kauri, this is-... what is this?”

“A date.” Kauri bites down on his lower lip, looking at Jake over his mug, and his eyes are sparkling bright. Jake almost opens his mouth to say, I’m so sorry, we can’t do that, we just can’t, when Kauri quickly adds, “For you and Addie.”

Jake’s protest dies, unspoken. “For… for Addie?”

“Yeah. You’ve been talking for months about saving up for a big anniversary thing, and then, you know, I heard you say you were giving Nat a bunch of your money when the pipe burst and the basement flooded, so…” He shrug, again. “I didn’t want you to miss out on your date. And I remembered you said she likes that bar, the Blue Martini, I know the bartender there-”

You know everyone, everywhere.

“-so he’s gonna give you drinks half-price, just tell me the night and I’ll let him know. Then Holden’s Harbor, that’s the big one, but I’m friends with a waiter and the hostess is going to give you a table that looks over the Bay, she’s fun, I partied with her a few week ago. And then… the Mitchells Center is doing Hadestown, and you said that’s Addie’s big thing right now. So. Happy anniversary.”

Jake is, for a moment, utterly speechless. “Kauri this is like-... three hundred dollars of-... you can’t possibly-”

“Four. But don’t worry about it. I had a bunch of really good weeks a couple months ago and I don’t spend much money, anyway. Is it good? Do you think?”

Jake just stares at the gift cards for a second, swallowing around a lump in his throat, a tightening threatening to take his voice. “It’s, um.” His voice cracks a little and he has to clear his throat to recover it. “It’s amazing, Kaur. Thank you. Um… like I said, I didn’t have time to wrap it, but…” He pulls the gift out of his back pocket and lays it out on the table between them.

Kauri steps forward, setting his mug down. “What-... a new phone? Thanks, I-”

“Yeah, but, um, that’s not what’s important. Just…” Jake picks the phone up, and it feels like such a dumb thing, now, what he did, but he powers through it. The phone isn’t locked yet, and it’s easy to pull up the apps and folders, select one, and open it up. He slides the phone closer. “Pick one of those, and click it.”

Kauri looks down, and Jake looks with him. It’s a file folder open to a bunch of sound files, each one labeled with an emoji rather than words. A heart, a broken heart, a smile, a sad face. A gravestone. A tree. A cat.

His finger hovers, and then taps deliberately over the heart. A line of options pops up, each one punctuated with new emojis. The one Kauri picks is marked with a face that has blue eyes and black hair, a leaf, and a flower.

“I swear,” A voice - Jake’s voice - comes out of the phone’s speaker, “since seeing Your face, the whole world is fraud and fantasy. The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf or blossom. The distracted birds can’t distinguish the birdseed from the snare.”

“What is this?” Kauri’s voice is hushed, and uncertain. He almost sounds scared. But he doesn’t stop the recording.

“A house of love with no limits,” The voice continues, “A presence more beautiful than Venus or the moon. A beauty whose image fills the mirror of the heart. The Divani Shamsi Tabriz XV.”

Jake clears his throat again. “That’s, um, Rumi.”

Kauri’s breath catches in his throat, and he looks for a second like he’ll pick another choice, then pulls his hand back, looking up at Jake wide-eyed. “You… recorded poetry? For my Christmas present?”

“Yeah.” Jake licks at his lips, his heart pounding for reasons he can’t really explain to himself, or maybe just doesn’t want to. “You, um, you quote-... you quote shit all the time, so I started looking it up, and it’s almost always… poetry. So I figured, maybe, um, maybe-... you liked that shit, you know? And you shouldn’t have to… not get it, just because you can’t read yet. So I recorded, um, like… two hundred poems or something?”

Kauri opens his mouth to speak, closes it again.

“Oh my God,” is all he says. His voice cracks.

Jake’s chest twists, nervous, he finds himself tapping his foot on the floor, twisting fingers into his pajama pants.

Kauri leans over and pushes another poem, in a sudden burst of movement like he wants to stop himself and can’t. “Sometimes, I think you get the worst of me.” Jake’s voice is softer on this poem, and it’s uncomfortable listening to himself read this. Why did Kauri choose the love poems? “The much-loved loose forest-green sweatpants, the long bra-less days, hair knotted and uncivilized, a shadowed brow where the devilish thoughts do their hoofed dance on the brain.”

“This is Ada Limon,” Kauri whispers.

“I’d like to say this means I love you, the stained white cotton T-shirt, the tears, pistachio shells, the mess of orange peels on my desk, but it’s different than that. I move in this house with you, the way I move in my mind, unencumbered by beauty’s cage.”

“You, uh, mentioned her one day when Nat was listening to NPR-”

“Ssshhhh,” Kauri says, holding up a hand, as Jake’s recorded voice keeps reading.

“I do like I do in the tall grass, more animal-me than much else. I’m wrong, it is that I love you, but it’s more that when you say it back, lights out, a cold wind through curtains, for maybe the first time in my life, I believe it. Ada Limon, Love Poem With Apologies for My Appearance.”

There’s a long silence broken only by Kauri’s harsh breathing, and Jake watches tears build in his wide blue eyes. He’s done something wrong, somehow. It had seemed like a good gift but he’s ruined it, somehow it wasn’t right at all, it wasn’t-

“Thank you, this is-... this is amazing,” Kauri says. Barely words. More just a breath.

Some part of Jake had been tense and coiled to turn in on himself in anger. That part, at the words, relaxes. “You’re welcome. Is it-... is it good, or…”

“You, um-... you fucking heard, some shit I said, and you-... got me something, I just...” Kauri’s hands move nervously, over himself and over the back of the chair, to the phone, back up to his hair. He meets Jake’s eyes, and his brim with tears and Jake feels his own heating up in response. “You just… I, I don’t-... no one’s ever done anything like this for me.”

“Really?”

“I m-mean, not that I know of anyway.” The joke falls flat, Kauri’s voice is too full of tears. Kauri picks up the phone like it’s a precious object that might shatter or disappear, holds it with reverent hands. Swallows and looks at Jake like he’s seeing him for the first time. “I didn’t-... know you listened to me so much.”

“‘Course I do. Merry Christmas,” Jake says, voice maybe a little thick, buried in the things they don’t say to each other. “Merry Christmas, Kauri.”

Kauri pours himself another cup of coffee, and Jake lets out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding at the sign that Kauri will stay a little longer.

With his back to Jake and the phone still clutched in one hand, Kauri says, “Merry Christmas, Jake.”

They both pretend that Kauri’s voice isn’t shaking.

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collecting-stories · 4 years ago

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PSL - John B Routledge

Request: Could u do John b and perhaps “if i hear pumpkin spice one more time i’m gonna scream” and or “wanna go apple picking”!?

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You sat at the kitchen table, blanket wrapped around your shoulders, pajamas still on. You were sitting in front of your computer, waiting for the zoom chat to start. All you wanted to do was climb back in bed with John B and go back to sleep. The coffee next to your computer was steaming but all you could focus on was how tired you were. And cold. North Carolina had a cold front that had moved in and John B’s Chateau lacked heating because he hadn’t been paying the bill.

And the water heater had burst.

The zoom window on your computer expanded, your teacher’s screen mirroring on your own and you couldn’t help being thankful that there was no camera necessary for this class. Especially as you felt John B press a kiss to the top of your head, his hands on your shoulders.

“You look ridiculous.” He muttered.

“I’m cold,” you whined, twisting in your chair as you felt him let you go and heard him heading across the creaky floor. “How are you not?” You asked, realizing he was in just a pair of shorts.

He shrugged, walking around the island to grab a mug out of the cabinet for coffee. “I swear to god,” he muttered, catching your attention as your teacher continued to drone on about some off topic subject.

“What?”

“Is this what I think it is?” He asked, holding the box of k-cups up for you to see. The box was orange, leaves on it to illustrate the autumn flavor, Pumpkin Spice scrawled across the front with the familiar starbucks logo beneath it. “If I hear pumpkin spice one more time I’m gonna scream.”

“Don’t say it out loud?” You suggested, biting your lip as you tried not to laugh at the annoyed expression on his face. If there was one thing that John B was slowly realizing about you it was your absolute love of all things pumpkin spice. Fall hit every year and pumpkin became the center of your universe.

“We have pumpkin spice creamer, a pumpkin spice candle,” John B held up the jar candle on the counter as proof, “pumpkin spice soap, pumpkin spice oreos, and now pumpkin spice coffee. I feel like I’m somehow trapped in some weird pumpkin spice psychedelic trip.”

“You’re over-exaggerating,” you stressed, turning back to your computer for a second to answer a question, holding your hand up to keep John B quiet, “cognitivism.” This class, and the quiz review that you were in the middle of, was important for your grade but finding motivation every morning to get out of bed was a chore. John B made it almost impossible on a good day and now he was distracting you so that you could have it out over your pumpkin obsession.

“I’m not over-exaggerating. There is pumpkin spice crap all over the house, it's insane.” He argued once you’d muted the microphone again.

“I put up with all your weird obsessions.”

“I do not have weird obsessions.” John B replied, still making the pumpkin spice coffee despite bitching about it.

“You’re wearing your bandana.” You point out, “I think you’ve taken it off like, twice since I met you.”

“Not the same. At all.”

“It’s pretty damn close JB.” You replied. The bandana in question was tied around his neck currently but you were sure it would migrate throughout the day. Tied up around his nose and mouth as a mask, pushed up to keep his hair out of his face, tied around his wrist, tucked in his pocket...it was like some sort of extra limb that he kept connected to his body at all times. “I don’t see why you have to make such a big deal over me liking pumpkin spice...it takes up like, two months of your life.”

“Normal people like pumpkin spice...you’ve adopted it as the only flavor that exists.” John B argued.

“Well, you’re drinking the coffee so stop bitching.” You didn’t complain about what he liked or didn’t like, you didn’t understand why he got to complain about your stuff.

“I’m just saying-”

“Well stop saying it!” You snapped, wrapping yourself further in your blanket and crossing your arms.

For a moment, the only sound was in the room was your teacher wrapping up the lesson for the day. John B stood over at the counter, drinking the pumpkin spice coffee that he had complained about in the first place, watching you pretend to focus on class. He was just venting really and he hadn’t meant to piss you off as much as he clearly had. Sighing, he walked over to you, leaning over you again and kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re in a really bitchy mood.”

“I know...” John B sighed. He stood up but let his hands hang over your shoulders, allowing you to take his hands, leaning back in the chair and looking up at him. You knew he was stressed, you were too. “Let’s do something.”

“Now?”

“When your class is over.” He replied, glancing at the clock on your computer screen, five more minutes. “Wanna go apple picking?” He knew that you had been asking him for weeks to do anything that wasn’t just hanging around the Chateau, going to the Wreck or anything else you did on a daily basis.

“For real?” You asked. “We’ll have to take the ferry?”

“That’s fine.” John B replied. “I swear, I’ll get dressed, we can go.”

“Okay,” You agreed, kissing him this time when he bent down. “And just think, in like another month it’ll be peppermint mocha everything.”

“Can’t wait.”

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svucarisiaddict · 4 years ago

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I like these prompts! Can I request '“I know I’m not good at this but… I’m here.” with anyone you choose. 💜

You sighed and leaned against the wall outside your apartment. That was brutal. There had been arguments between you and Mike but nothing like what just happened. You typed out a quick text telling everyone plans had to be canceled using the excuse Mike had a hard day at PT and wasn’t feeling well. It wasn’t a complete lie.

When you walked out you didn’t even know where you were going. Maybe grab a coffee and take walk. Hopefully, when you got home both you and Mike would be calmed down and able to talk. The ringing of your phone took you out of your thoughts.

“Talk to me doll.” Your best friend, Sonny Carisi. He always seemed to know when you needed him.

Sonny got you to agree to meet him at a little diner a few blocks away. The half-burnt out neon sign flickered on casting a blue and pink light onto the rain-filled puddles below. The diner that Sonny wanted to meet you at was a hidden gem. They had the best homemade pies along with some great memories.

Sonny was standing outside putting a cigarette out with his shoe.

“I thought you gave that up?” you asked.

Holding his hands up he said, “Busted.” He gave you a dimpled smile. “It’s my only vice,” he responded.

“Well, the only time you smoke is when you’re worried or stressed. So, what’s going on?”

Sonny put his arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get some food.”

You furrowed your brow and nodded as Sonny lead you into the diner. You were seated right away.

“Coffee?” the waitress asked

“Yes. And two slices of apple pie a la mode. Thanks,” Sonny said with a smile.

“Comin’ right up,” she responded.

“This place is exactly the same as it was when we came here to study,” you remarked.

“So, what’s going on with Mike?” Sonny asked.

“He’s just tired. He really wanted to get together tonight butt PT kicked his butt today,” you responded slipping off your coat.

Sonny furrowed his brow. “He should be coming back in a couple of weeks, right?” Sonny inquired.

“Well, actually he might not be returning to SVU,” you informed him. “His dad got him an interview with homeland security.”

Sonny chuckled wryly. “Of course he did. He’d probably still be a beat cop if it wasn’t for Daddy Dodds.”

“What’s new with you? Still seeing that reporter?” you asked trying desperately to change the subject.

“No, that’s- there were some… it just didn’t work out,” he concluded.

The waitress sat down the coffees and slices of pie. “Enjoy.”

You proceeded to add cream and sweetener to your mug of coffee. Sonny on the other hand drank his black. Unless it was around the holidays and he could get his hands on peppermint mocha creamer.

There were a couple minutes of silence as you tucked into your food.

“I guess things haven’t been okay for a while,’ you confessed, your voice quiet. For the next half an hour you poured your heart out to your best friend. He said very little. Just nodding and making small noises of acknowledgment. Once you were done you felt like a safe had been lifted off your chest. You laid it all out on the line; Mike’s drinking, how he was treating you, how you felt numb, and how afraid you were to lose Mike and so, so much more.

Sonny reached across the table, gently grasping your hand in his. “Wow. I knew things were rough but I didn’t realize just how bad. I feel like I’ve failed both of you.” he commented.

“How could you know? We’re both pretty good actors.” It was true. From the outside, it looked like you and Mike had the perfect relationship. The all-American hero cop and his girlfriend that took care of him and nursed him back to health.

“Have you talked to William?” Sonny took a sip of his coffee.

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed. “Like I need another reason for Mike to be mad at me.”

“It’s Liv,” Sonny sighed when his phone rang. “I gotta take this.” He stood and walked to a quieter area in the diner.

You nodded your head in acknowledgment. Looking down at your phone, you saw three missed calls. One from Mike, one from William, and another from Liv. Your phone rang again. Mike’s number displayed. “Mike. Sorry, my phone-”

“It’s William. I’m in a squad with Mike. He got into an accident. We’re on our way to Bellvue,” he said in a panicked tone. In the background, you could hear the sirens and someone talking.

“On my way,” you said before hanging up. You looked up and saw Sonny rushing back to you. “It’s Mike.”

“I know!” you responded grabbing your belongings.

Sonny threw more than enough cash on the table before hurrying out the door behind you.

On the way to the hospital, you listened to Mike’s voicemail.

“Babe. It’s me. I need help,” he said tearfully. “I’m not good at this but I’m sorry. For so many things that I’m not sure where to begin. You are everything to me. Please call me back when you get this. I love you,” he concluded before ending the call.

Your heart broke into a million pieces. He had to be okay.

#mike dodds #Law and Order: Special Victims Unit #sonny carisi #ask #prompt #to be continued #i'm baaaack

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drxwsyni · 4 years ago

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In a way I kinda feel like I’ve started this war on mint chocolate chip ice cream and mint in general, not gonna lie as a agent of chaos I’m kinda proud of myself 😎 btw what brand of peppermint mocha do you use? And have you tried the peppermint hot chocolate? -🍨

i believe it started with that one yandere concept you sent it in? abt the yan coming home to their once escaped now returned darling just sitting on the counter and eating ice cream fdsjfdskja. those were the good days where there was only peace on my blog.....

the creamer is by International Delight, it’s one that they have out for the holidays! and i haven’t! tbh i don’t rlly buy fancy creamers since i usually stick to tea, but this one is really good. i got it at walmart so if you’re in NA then you should probably be able to find it!

#mint ice cream discourse #🍨 anon #drxwsyni asks

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years ago

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survey by shanynx73

Do you have a dry erase board? I do.

What do you remember most from last summer? Being hot and miserable and sad cause I couldn’t go to the beach at least.

Where is the last place that you shopped? I bought stuff online at Bath and Body Works not too long ago.

What kind of shoes did you wear today? I haven’t worn any.

Have you painted lately? No, I’m not a painter.

Which season has the best clothes? Fall and winter.

Do you know about the many uses of coconut oil? Several of them, yeah.

Do you watch Dr. Oz? No.

When was the last time you got balloons? My birthday a few years ago.

What color is your favorite purse? I love my mini backpacks, which I have a few of.

What are your plans for tomorrow? Sigh, this question.

How was your past Christmas? It was nice.

Do you prefer the game Sorry or Trouble? I loved both as a kid.

What color are the sheets on your bed? Mint green.

Do you prefer pull-over sweatshirts or zip-ups? Zip ups.

Have you ever had quiche? Yeah.

Have you ever had a conversation with a priest (etc.) outside of church? Yes.

What do you order when you go to McDonald's? Either their breakfast burritos and a hash brown, or a Big Mac and fries. I haven’t had McDonald’s in awhile, though.

What do you like to put in your coffee? Flavored creamer or cream and sugar. Or if I go to Starbucks, my go-to is a peppermint white chocolate mocha, which consists of flavored syrup and sauce.

What is a political issue you feel strongly about? I don’t want to get into politics.

How often do you have to charge your phone? I just charge it every night.

Do you have a song stuck in your head? Just the stupid Wendy’s jingle because they air that commercial constantly.

What makes a good movie to you? Good plot/storyline that hooks me in and keeps me interested, as well as good acting of course.

Do you have any yellow shirts? Yeah.

When was the last time you wrapped a present? This past December.

Do you normally win or lose at rock, paper, scissors? Win.

Do you like Fruity Pebbles? I love Fruity Pebbles.

Do you have any stuffed animals from when you were younger? Yes, several.

What is the craziest thing you've heard or seen on TV lately? There’s constantly something...

Have you ever hyperventilated? Yes.

What was your favorite book to read in English class? A Brave New World by Aldous Huxley was one of them.

Do you wear scarves? Nope.

Are your nails painted? They are not.

Do you like to dress up? No.

Are you looking forward to anything in the next week? I just hope I start to feel less crappy.

Do you buy lottery tickets? I have a few times.

What is your favorite flavor of Gatorade? I loved the blue one. I haven’t had Gatorade since like high school, though.

Do you think most people wear masks? LOL I had already typed out a full-blown answer for this talking about Covid until I double-checked and saw that this survey was made in 2013, so it must’ve been talking about masks in the metaphorical sense...that’s my “ohhhhh” moment of the day for sure lmao. Anyway, yeah sure. <<< I automatically assumed that as well, haha. Hard not to now. Anyway, let me quote the movie, The Mask, “We all wear masks, metaphorically speaking.” What feature do you get complimented on most? I very rarely receive any compliments.

What are you planning to do next? Possibly another survey. I haven’t watched the latest episode of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier yet, so I don’t want to refresh my dash and get spoiled.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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thatfairyfangirl · 5 years ago

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Part Of That World Chapter 10

The bitter chill of winter began nipping at the autumn air as the crowds gathered below to watch the annual thanksgiving day parade. You, however, were nice and warm in the tower, face pressed against the glass of one of the windows watching with childlike wonder at the spectacle below. You could remember watching as a child always wanting a better look. And no look could be better that eye to eye with the giant balloons. Bucky turned glancing back to you with a chuckle and a shake of his head as he worked on stirring the filling for the pumpkin pie. Somewhere deep down he had to admit the childlike wonder held on your face right now was endearing. “Hey gills for brains you going to help with dinner or what?” He asked in a tone that told you he was joking with you.

“Screw that. I'm looking Mickey Mouse in the eye!” You called back.

“And that's great Ariel,” Tony said as he snuck a taste of the stuffing, “but it's time to pick secret santa.” With a roll of your eyes you pushed yourself from the window and dug your hand into the hat filled with names. As your hand rummaged through along with everyone else's you could feel the strong fingers of Bucky brush against yours. For a brief moment your eyes met as fingers pulled away from each other, clutching small scraps of paper with names scribbled on them. Bucky looked down to the paper, his heart not sure if it wanted to sink or do back flips as he read your name. You, however, grew a wide smile as you read Bucky's name, having the perfect gift in mind.

Christmas season in New York was nothing if not a whirlwind. Before anyone knew it the tree was trimmed and the city was covered in a blanket of Carols and Christmas snow. You sat at the table, enjoying the peppermint mocha creamer Tony had picked up for the day as you held back a laugh from seeing Bucky in his santa hat. “Hey robo arm,” you said softly between sips, watching him pour his own mug, “merry Christmas.”

He smiled as took a sip, removing the hat from his own head and placing it on yours. “Merry Christmas sharkbait.” The two of you shook your heads amused at the exchange.

All of the Avengers were adorned in their most festive attire as they gathered in the common room, boxes in hand. You both smirked playfully at each other as you exchanged boxes. Somewhere deep inside you were glad you picked his name, you wouldn't have known what to get any of the others. But seeing his face light up at the shiny paper and bows you almost felt bad. The smile on his face faded as he stared at a box filled with magnets and a note that read 'for your arm’. You grinned a shit eating grin up to him as you picked up the one shaped like a banana and stuck it to his shoulder. “There, now you're The Winter Monkey.”

“You're a little shit.” He couldn't help chuckling as he plucked the magnet from his arm. “Open yours.” You tore the paper to find inside an array of shells in all shapes and colors. “Now you don't have to feel so homesick all the time.” He chuckled at the joke.

But the Atlantean in you was less amused and more shocked by the display. Did he know what this means? “I...I have to go.” You stammered clutching the box to your chest as you rushed to your room.

“What the hell Bucky?” Clint exclaimed before going after her. “Hey?” He knocked gently on her door. “You ok?”

“No...yes…” you opened the door, looking up to your friend with sullen eyes. “I don't know.”

“What's up? Did he get you a dead fish or something?” He asked with a chuckle in an attempt to lighten your mood. You shook your head, showing him the box of shells. “Okay? I don't get it.”

With a sigh you set the box down and gestured for him to come in. “In Atlantean culture giving shells is somewhere along the lines of giving your sweetheart a flower.” You moved to your dresser, delicately picking up a small shining white spiral shell. “It means 'hey I like you, let's get together.’” You cradled the shell as if it was the ocean's personal gift to you. “My mom gave this one to my dad. It was my favorite story when I was a kid.”

Clint nodded seeing now why you were so spooked. “I'm pretty sure Bucky was just trying to make a mermaid joke at you.” He assured you as he rested his hands on your shoulders. “How would he know about mer-culture?” He asked pulling a laugh out of you.

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The next few days you couldn't so much as bring yourself to look at Bucky. He began to wonder if it really offended you that much. Even as they sat around the table planning their next mission you cradled in your hand your mother's shell. Sure, on one hand you were sure he didn't mean anything by it...but on the other hand you wondered if you were starting to wish he did.

“(Y/n)?” Steve asked snapping you out of your thoughts. “You good with this plan?”

“I'm sorry, what?” You asked as you looked up to Steve.

He once again explained that a diplomat from Wakanda was going to be aboard a river yacht for a political party,T'challa had requested they go in as back up. “You and Bucky will pose as party guests to keep a closer eye on him.”

“What? Why Bucky? What about you?” You asked with wide panicked eyes.

“Too tight. Besides, the shield will be too dead of a give away why we're there.”

“Clint?” You asked turning to your friend.

“Sorry kid. Me and Sam are your eyes in the sky.” Clint answered.

Steve looked between you and Bucky sternly. “Look. I don't know what's going on between you two this time but it's ending now. You're working together.” You both nodded.

~ ~ ~ ~

You grumbled to yourself as you struggled with your dress, wondering to yourself how people wore these things. “So are we going to talk?” Bucky asked through the door, already ready and starting to grow tired of waiting. “Or at least are you going to let me help you?”

“Fuck off Barnes. Definitely not in the mood for any of your nonsense right now.” You snapped defensively. Your eyes closed as the gravity of your own words weighed on you instantly, knowing this was neither the time nor the place for another petty argument.

“What the hell is wrong with you? I got you shells! It's not like I went out of my way to insult you like you did to me!” He barked back, his pride hurt. “Just let me help you put on the damn dress before our guy gets killed and we're not there to stop it.”

“You don't know that! You know nothing about where I'm from!” You screamed back as you finally got the dress on.

“What Maine?” He barked back finding himself getting heated over this. “You know what?!” You swung the door open your hair pinned up in a classic style matching the aqua and silver dress exquisitely. “WHAT?!” You demanded, leaning partially out the door. The dress was very streamlined, yet flowed the further down it went, no doubt hiding weapons holstered to your legs...as if you'd need them on a yacht like this.

Suddenly he was caught off guard. Suddenly, even through the folds of your brow created in anger you looked so perfect, as if he had gone back in time. “You're lovely.” He sighed, stunned by the sight of you, wondering if you knew the dress was stylized after one Ginger Roberts wore in an old Fred Astaire flick.

You stood there a moment blinking in surprise. That was nowhere near how you expected that sentence to end. Your eyes narrowed looking over him trying to find the angle he was playing at but all you could think of was how dashing he looked in the suit with his hair tied neatly back. With a shake of your head you pushed the thought to the back of your mind. “Don't try to flatter me Barnes. I won't be made a fool of tonight dancing with you.”

With a raised brow his head tilted a bit. “What do you mean?”

“I can't dance.” You admitted looking over to the wall, not ready to face him.

With a sigh he tapped on his comlink. “Hey Hawkeye everything quiet out there?”

“Like the grave. What's up?” He answered, just a voice in your ear.

“Maelstrom is having trouble with her dress. Can you buy us an hour?” He's taught girls to dance in less.

“You got it. Honestly I'm starting to think T'challa might have been a little paranoid calling us in.” Clint answered before shutting the com off.

“You could have just said so.” He said as he stepped in close, wrapping an arm around you. For a moment you struggled against him, trying faintly to push him away. “Stop...just once, trust me.” He assured you taking a step closer, nudging you to take a step back as he gently moved your hands around his waist and shoulder. Soon you conceded to the movements he made, allowing him to lead you in a simple waltz. Now you could see the side you saw Halloween night...charming and gentle...this was the side you liked.

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Clint and Steve both stood in the common room pacing the floor, well past 3am. The mission had been over for hours yet you and Bucky were nowhere to be found. Until you came strolling in with Bucky's arm around your shoulder. “What the hell happened to you two?” Steve snapped with a tone more worry than anger.

“Uhh… after the all clear we decided to go out dancing.” Bucky answered as you slipped from his arm.

“Sorry Steve. We should have checked in.” You added before moving to head back to your room, opting to deal with this fall out later. Right now you were too exhausted.

“No!” Clint snapped following you down the hall. “You don't get off that easy little mermaid!” He said as he caught up to you by your door. “What's going on here? Last I heard you two hated each other. You never shut up about how awful he is and now I’m waiting up for you to finish your after mission date with him”

“Date? No we were just having some fun…” You glanced down the hall toward Bucky’s room. “You really think it was a date?” With a groan of frustration Clint hit his head lightly against the wall.

Meanwhile back in the common room

“So you going to tell me what's going on here pal?” Steve asked with a half grin as he folded his arms.

“Nothing is going on Steve.” Bucky answered with a blissful smile. "(Y/n)'s never gotten to go dancing before...turns out she likes it."

“Oh come on Buck I know that look.” Steve insisted, refusing to believe him for even a second.

“We just danced.” Bucky assured his best friend with a smirk before turning to head to his room.

#bucky #bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky barns x reader #Winter Soldier #winter soldier x reader #Avengers #avengers x reader #marvel #marvel x reader

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exhuastedpigeon · 11 months ago

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Hi Han :)

9,18,21,22

Hi Saturn :)

9. What fic meant the most to you to write? it hurts to hope for more meant SO much to me as I wrote it. It was an idea that appeared fully formed in my head and writing it was so cathartic. It took pieces of my own experience and weaved them into the character arcs and conversations. The topic made it a very personal story for me and I'm so happy with how good it felt to write it and finish it.

18. What was the hardest fic to title? wet your lips (and smile to the camera) was SO HARD to title. I still don't love the title for it if I'm being honest, but it was a very fun fic to write so I'll forgive it for being so hard to title.

21. Share your favorite piece of dialogue. It isn't just one piece of dialogue but I love this bit of banter between Eddie and Buck from it hurts to hope for more.

“Thanks Buck,” Eddie takes a sip and lets out a satisfied little hum. “Did you buy that fancy ass peppermint mocha creamer?” “It’s not fancy Eddie, it’s literally coffee mate creamer that I bought at Target.” “Yeah but it doesn’t leave that weird filmy taste in my mouth.” “Eddie, how many times have I told you to not buy the fucking powdered creaming,” Buck laughs and it feels so good. It feels like he was shattered apart last night and he put himself back together alone, but now Eddie is here holding the pieces in place and his laugh is carefully gluing them back together. “You’ll probably have to remind me again next time I run out.” “I’m throwing it out next time I come over, Jesus man. You’ve got to have some standards.” “Come over tomorrow after shift so you can throw it away,” Eddie throws him a bright grin as they walk out of the locker room together to the loft. Buck can smell bacon and he’s been trying to cut back on his pork intake but he thinks today is an extenuating circumstance.

22. Share an excerpt from your favorite scene. Oh I reallly loved the whole 'Eddie fall into a mine shaft' scene from gold when you see me. Here's a little excerpt of Eddie being a sassy little shit to make Buck laugh/help calm in down and then being serious when he's talking to Bobby.

“I thought I’d try to find some gold, Cap,” Eddie says into the radio and he hears Buck snort above ground. Good, that was the goal. “Eddie fell through the ground into what we think is some old mining tunnels,” Buck says instead of letting Eddie’s joke sit there for longer. Rude. “I’d say he’s about 10 feet down and he says he’s fine but -” “I may have a concussion,” Eddie says into the radio because telling Bobby that he’s hurt feels different than telling Buck. Bobby will worry like a captain, he’ll make sure they get Eddie out but won’t risk himself to do it. Buck on the other hand will probably try to jump into the hole after Eddie if he thinks Eddie needs medical care. “And a bruised tailbone. Probably sprained my ankle too. I don’t think I’m bleeding anywhere and my breathing and heart rate are fine, I just haven't tried to stand up yet.” There’s a second of silence on the radio, then another, before Bobby’s voice comes through again. “Buck, stay where you are so we can find you more easily. Eddie, radio if anything changes. We’ll be to you both in under 10 minutes with tools to get you out.” “Appreciate it,” Eddie says, then adds. “I promise I won’t cut my line this time.” “Not a funny joke, Diaz,” Buck says loud enough for Eddie to hear it twice, once through the Eddie shaped hole in the ceiling of the tunnel he’s in and again on his radio.

fic writer asks

#fic writer asks #asked and answered #steadfastsaturnsrings

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ackermom · 6 years ago

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the morning after haus 2.0 (sequel to this)

Bitty comes to in a slow sweat.

“Jack,” he groans, but not the sexy kind, because he’s got a boyfriend and two fleece blankets draped over him, pinning him to the thin mattress of the pullout couch, and he’s sweating. Lord help him, he wore sweatpants to bed because Shitty’d said they wouldn’t pay for heat until their fingertips froze off. But he wakes drenched, a bit feverish, and moans uselessly as Jack shifts in his sleep, head tucked under Bittle’s chin, legs cocooned around him.

He manages to kick the blankets off, or at least more onto Jack, who grumbles something in his sleep. Bitty pats him on the head, yawning, and feebly reaches for his phone, which sits forlorn on the other side of the bed. It’s no use. He sighs and lets his fingers settle for running through Jack’s bedhead.

There’s a knock then, a muttered “yeah?” from Bitty, and the living room door slides open, getting stuck in its track once or twice as Lardo tries to shove it open with her foot, her hands full. She swears, kicks it harder, and skids into the room as the sliding door hits its frame and ricochets back towards her.

“Hey,” Lardo says when she sees them. “How are we feeling about breakfast?”

Bitty lets his eyes fall shut again as she putters towards the couch, her slipper socks padding on the floor.

“Mm,” he mutters. “What time is it?”

“Just after nine. Is he still asleep?”

Bitty cracks his eyes open and glances down at Jack, who’s actually drooling into Bitty’s tee-shirt. Bitty stuffs his face into Jack’s messed hair and breathes.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “I think losing at wine pong wore him out.”

“Ha. He sucked ass.”

Bitty holds back a yawn. “I don’t suppose y’all have anything to bake with? Muffin tins?”

“Dude, we don’t even have flour.”

Something clinks on the end table, and Bitty glances up to see Lardo setting down a pair of steaming mugs. She pushes one closer to Bitty, then grabs one for herself and takes a small sip.

“I can’t believe you didn’t bring any of your own supplies,” she says when she swallows.

Bitty hums. “Preventative measures were taken.”

“Jack kidnapped you.”

“He abducted me into his car immediately after I got out of class yesterday. I didn’t even have time to take my books home. I had a whole bundt cake cooling at the Haus and he wouldn’t let me go back to get it for y’all.”

“You brought us, like, six cakes.”

“It would have been seven.”

Lardo holds her mug carefully and settles back into the armchair in the corner of the room, curling her feet up under herself. “Don’t worry. The boys should be back from their Dunkin run soon.”

“You’re feeding me process baked goods for breakfast?”

“This is Massachusetts.”

Bitty grumbles. He thinks about reaching for the coffee that Lardo’s brought him, but he’s still got 200 pounds of boy wrapped around his body. Instead, he lets out a big yawn and shuffles to be a little more upright against the pillows, running his fingernails gently across Jack’s back.

“They’re bringing coffee too,” Lardo says, eyeing him. “One of those big jug things.”

“Uh-huh.”

She smiles over the lip of her mug. “You don’t have to drink any.”

Bitty smiles back. “Mm, thank you.”

“Just don’t tell Shitty. I’m allowed to dislike Dunkin coffee, but he might have a conniption if he finds out you’ve been lying to him this whole time.”

“It’s just not good coffee,” Bitty whispers.

The house creaks.

Lardo narrows her eyes. “Not so loud.”

Bitty settles his arms around the sleeping Jack. “So, about Shitty...”

He smirks because he swears Lardo blushes.

“Shut up,” she says, curling closer in her chair, but she’s still smiling. “I mean, everyone already knew about us, basically. You totally knew.”

Bitty shrugs as much as he can with Jack’s head buried against his shoulder. “I figured I’d let y’all come out when you were ready.”

“Ha. Well, Ransom and Holster were surprised, actually. They were convinced that we were just ‘roomies’ until they had to help us move our double bed in. They tried to fine us at first, but we just kept having louder sex and eventually they stopped.”

“Oh, Lord,” Bitty mutters, glancing down. Jack’s beginning to shift in his arms, slowly rousing from a wine-induced slumber. He brushes a hand across Jack’s hair, trying to make it lie flat. “It’s good, though. You’re happy, right?”

Lardo doesn’t answer right away, and when Bitty looks up, she’s curled comfortably in her armchair, hot coffee mug held close to her lips, and she’s watching him comb Jack with a contented smile on her face, her eyes shining with warm light.

“Yeah,” Lardo says softly. “I’m happy.”

Jack stirs, and Bitty presses a kiss to his forehead.

“Good,” he says, glancing back to Lardo. “That’s what matters.”

There’s a sudden exclamation of noise from across the hall, the shuffle of wet boots and plastic bags before the wind pulls the front door shut with a slam, and Jack bursts upright in the bed as Shitty shouts through the house, “We gotcha munchkins right here!!”

“What,” Jack mumbles, rubbing his eyes.

Bitty rubs his back. “Mornin’, sugar. The boys brought us breakfast.”

“Couldn’t be bothered to bake this morning, eh, Bittle?”

Lardo snickers from the corner, and Jack blinks wearily in her direction for a moment before raising a limp hand in a good morning wave as Bitty frowns at him.

“It would be rude to intrude on our friends’ kitchen like that,” Bitty says. He reaches to the end table and grabs his coffee mug, taking in the warm scent (mm, peppermint mocha creamer, Lardo did him right). “I would never.”

“He already asked me about baking supplies,” Lardo says.

Jack chuckles, casting the fleece blankets off his legs. He shifts up on the bed, curls an arm around Bitty’s stomach and lays his head down again, a warm weight on Bitty’s chest as he tries to enjoy his coffee.

“You are not going back to sleep, mister,” Bitty says, even as he wraps his arm around Jack’s shoulders. “We’ve got to drive back this afternoon.”

“Just a little longer,” Jack murmurs as he closes his eyes.

Lardo rises slowly from her chair, pausing to pull up her fuzzy socks before she takes another sip of hot coffee and heads for the door.

“I’ll leave you guys alone for a bit,” she says on her way out. “Don’t take too long or you might be force fed some crullers.”

“Save me a glazed donut,” Bitty calls after her as Jack settles into him. “I hope they got something with protein for this boy."

Lardo smiles as she pulls the door shut. “I’m sure they did.”

#zimbits #omgcp #omg check please #check please #haus 2.0 #dunkin doesn't have good coffee sorry #emwrites

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themun-linmyra · 6 years ago

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Another attempt and fail.

Thought I could try making 'lava cakes' again with supposedly fool proof recipe posted last year https://www.sugarhero.com/peppermint-mocha-lava-cakes/

Instead doing peppermint mocha creamer flavor I went with oreo flavor and white chocolate instead and a brownie pan instead of lava cake bowls.

This is for an upcoming potluck at work where lot of people are bringing in desserts (so something small would be best here)

Well- for whatever reason after adding additional chocolate and hours in freezer, still couldn't get the truffle centers to even have remotely the same consistency as in their video. (Which suspiciously looks like chocolate fudge)

Worse part is that now I got a very dirty NON Stick pan, half presentable brownies, and excess gooey oreo truffle batter

Soft sighs. Taste good though but only taste like basic chocolate, no hint of oreo

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canaryatlaw · 6 years ago

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alright it’s late and tomorrow is CHRISTMAS so let’s get going. today was good! I slept in as I have been doing till like 12ish then got up and grabbed the last cinnamon raisin bagel that I hid so I could have it for breakfast this morning 😂 so I did that and then went on my planned Target run to grab a prescription and pads, along with a few other items for my parents that required going to the grocery store across the street from Target as well, because Target does not sell Italian bread and pea crisps (those snack things, my mother is addicted to them) so that was fun. When I got back I chilled out for a bit before getting started on making the cheesecake which is like, super fucking easy and not just because I’ve been doing it for the past like, 3 or 4 years lol. I mean, it’s just really simple. beat cream cheese in sugar, add eggs, add the candy cane chocolate and peppermint mocha coffee creamer (which was only included in the recipe because it was a sponsored post but w/e) and then pour it over the graham cracker crust and stick it in the oven. so easy! So I did that and shortly after we had dinner, which was lasagna in good Italian tradition (since we don’t have a lot of family around for such occasions we don’t do the typical Christmas Eve feast of seven fish because that would be kinda overkill for the 6 of us). When I finished eating I ran upstairs to do my make up and put my dress on for church. Christmas Eve church is weird, because everyone you went to school with whose family’s also go to the church (which is most of them) gets dragged out there by their parents so you’re seeing people you haven’t seen in like 8-10 years and you’re all just pointedly ignoring each other’s presence because neither of you actually want to have an interaction, lol. so I try to look cute at least. the dress I was wearing is this green one I got from the saks off fifth outlet like a year ago when I just raided their dress section for a bunch of cute ones I’d find uses for and I hadn’t worn this one yet but it was originally $170 but was marked down to like $50 so that was a steal and it looked super cute so I was pleased with that. Cheesecake finished baking and I turned off the oven and cracked the door open and left it in there, which is supposed to help prevent cracks from sudden changes in temperature, before we headed out for church. the service is always nice though, it’s pretty much the same but it’s enjoyable, start with some Christmas music for a few songs then do the two minutes where it’s like “say hi to people around you!” at which point I got to say hi to two of my friends (who are married) that I went to college with and I went to high school with the guy before that and I legit hadn’t seen them since Christmas 2016 so that was nice to see them and chat a bit, we talked after the service too and might do something later this week so that should be fun. Then there’s the whole pastor’s offering and singing by like two people who sing every year because they have absolutely insane voices (like holy fucking shit you’d lose your mind) and then close with a short message so that’s always nice. We were able to sneak out without speaking to too many people which is honestly a miracle for my family because my parents know everyone. Drove home and had some cookie dessert time, then milled about for a bit and did our traditional Christmas Eve thing where my siblings and I each open one present from one of our other siblings. I opened one from my older brother and it was a Silver VIP pass to Wizard World Chicago next August which had me like ??? like this is awesome haha but whattttt????? the only thing is right now it looks like that might be the same weekend as HVFF Nashville but who the fuck knows what’s going on with heroes and villains right now after the Portland debacle so I’m not too worried. After that we put on The Polar Express which is our Christmas Eve tradition, so that’s always enjoyable. Shortly after finishing that I headed upstairs and started getting ready for bed and now we are here and I should be getting to sleep because Christmas and presents in the morning which is very exciting! I semi-accidentally (it wasn’t my intention anyway) peeked at the amazon recent orders and saw someone just got delivered a life sized cardboard cutout of Supergirl and I’m just like ????? this has to be a present I’m going to get lol so that is going to be wild!! But yeah, should be a fun time. Until then, signing off. Goodnight my dears. Have a very Merry Christmas, or if you don’t celebrate, have a wonderful and lovely Tuesday.

#daily journnal #December 2018 #Christmas

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ashintheairlikesnow · 4 years ago

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To love, while all the while my heart was aching through and through for you, sweetheart, and only you for Savvie because we haven't seen that creeper in a while

To love, while all the while my heart was aching through and through for you, sweetheart, and only you

CW: Creepy whumper intimate whumper, whumper POV, vague references to noncon, noncon touching (nonsexual), noncon kissing, manipulative whumper, shock collar

Jax Gallagher belongs to @comfy-whumpee and is used with permission.

She loves him so, so much.

She loves him so much, and on Christmas morning she wakes him with kisses and her arms around him, only to find he is already awake. He doesn’t gasp his eyes open with surprise, only blinks a few times, looks at her, and answers her murmured good morning with his own.

He takes too long in the shower and always has, but it gives her time to get everything just right and ready, so he comes down in the special red plaid pajamas she insisted he wear to match her, the black shock collar a wide band around his neck, to find Savvie waiting for him.

The Christmas tree in the formal dining room brushes the ceiling, and she and Jax so carefully decorate every single branch. She jokes that the ornaments on the tree are mostly custom and worth more than her uncle paid for him.

Jax doesn’t laugh at her joke.

Savvie doesn’t mind.

She gives him coffee, proud of herself for only adding a tablespoon of the thick peppermint mocha creamer to his, and he thanks her for it, in a soft voice. He knows to thank her for everything, this time. She feeds him a cinnamon roll in bites she puts to his lips herself, and if his face pales a little, and then reddens just slightly, she’s too lost in her perfect merry Christmas to mind.

He’s just blushing.

She loves him so, so much.

Then she moves over to the tree on bare feet, crouching in front of it, glancing over her shoulder to see if he’s looking at the line of her shoulder, the flash of skin along her back. He isn’t, but that’s okay. He’s just distracted by looking out the window at the snow three feet high outside their door. It’s going to snow for three days, they say, and Savvie for one thinks it’s absurdly, perfectly romantic that they will celebrate Christmas together like this.

She places the box in his hand and he jumps, just slightly, turning to look down at it and then back up at her. “Miss Savvie?”

“Open it. It’s yours, Jax. From me to you. Well, one of the things from me to-... open it. I want you to start.” Her eyes are sparkling blue, hair pulled back in an elaborate silver clip and spilling over her shoulders and down her back. Leaning over him in her plaid chemise - matching his pajamas perfectly - with a strap hanging off one shoulder, she looks like she belongs in a romance novel, the protagonist of one of the movies she loves to watch, and she knows it.

Her hair spills forward, brushes against his shoulder, and he shivers a little.

She knows it’s because he loves her hair. Of course he does.

Half the presents under the tree, she bought for herself, for her uncle and aunt, for her cousins. But there are a few she bought for herself and had him sign, standing behind him with a hand against the small of his back, her eyes focused intensely on every minute flicker of expression as she told him to write Love, Jax.

He had a slight smile on his face all the while, and kept his eyes on the gift tags in front of him, his fingers tight around the pen in his hands, ink bleeding slowly from the nib.

Love, Jax. Love, Jax. Love, Jax.

It’s not like he could have bought things for her on his own, right? What mattered was the thought, it’s the thought that counts, and she has ensured he is allowed to think of no one else.

“Open it,” she repeats, and watches him swallow, as though the coffee has gone down the wrong way, before he sets his mug aside and looks at the box in his other hand, taking a breath.

“Of course, Miss Savvie. Thank you, Miss Savvie.”

“You haven’t even seen what it is yet, silly. You shouldn’t thank someone if you don’t even know what they got you. What if I picked something you hate?” Her voice is soft and teasing. His eyes move to hers instantly, searching, before he looks back down again. “You have to open it and then say thank you.”

She puts a hand up, palm against the side of his face, and watches him open the present with entirely too much care. It takes too long, but Savvie doesn’t move. She never stops staring at his face, watching for his reaction.

Looking down, he has unwrapped a small black box. His breath catches in his throat - does he know? Has he guessed what it is yet? The gasp must be from excitement - and after another look up at her, he pops open the box, velvet soft, to show the ring nestled into the silken lining inside.

“M-Miss Savvie-”

“I promised you, didn’t I? I told you I would get you one.” She smiles at him, leaning in, kissing his cheek. With her hand against his face on one side and her mouth pressed to his skin on the other, he must be drowning in her - her hair and her skin and the perfume she was careful to apply before he finished his shower. He is always drowning in her, from when he wakes in her arms in the morning to when she pulls him to her at night.

She loves him so, so, so much.

“Yes, thank you.” His voice is low, and he doesn’t look up. There is still the slight, faint smile on his face. She’s never seen him smile any more than that.

Some people just don’t smile much. She’s used to it by now. She pulls back, all glittering smiles herself, to pull his next present out from the pile and lay it in front of him.

He swallows, and looks up at her, then. If he seems a little pale, Savvie doesn’t mind. It’s probably just from surprise, he just hadn’t realized she already ordered the ring. “Could you open one, Miss Savvie? I-I just need a second.”

“Of course.” She picks out a present - from him, the tag says, and she knows exactly what’s in this one since she bought and wrapped it herself - and carefully peels the tag away. Inside is the Marchesa dress she’s been coveting for months, swaths of sheer fabric adorned with appliqued florals, the deep ruby red corset-style waist the color of shimmery drying blood. She thanks him with another kiss to his cheek, not noticing the way his left hand is clenched into a fist, now, nails digging into his palms. When she thanks him, he only smiles, just a little, in return.

All Savvie sees is the smile, the nod, the careful attention to everything she says and does. She basks in the attention from him, she bathes in it. She is the center of his world, just as she should be, as she should always have been.

The world was all out of order, for those years she spent in prison. Here, with Jax in her house in her arms in her bed in her heart, it’s all just how it should be.

How it will remain.

She thanks him for all the presents she bought for herself and put his name to, and she makes sure to peel each tag up. She sticks the last one to his chest, just over his heart, and when she laughs, he smiles and doesn’t pull away from the kiss she presses to his lips.

‘“Love, Jax,’” She reads, playfully poking the tag. “It’s like you gave yourself to me. Like you’ve been my real gift all along.”

“Yes, Miss Savvie,” He responds. Slight smile. Empty eyes.

She doesn’t care.

She loves him so, so much, and she’ll never let him go.

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@eatyourdamnpears, I know you’ve been wanting more of her! Also tagging @astrobly, @slaintetowhump, @moose-teeth, @finder-of-rings, @burtlederp who asked to be tagged in everything

#whump #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #lady whumper #comfy-whumpee #poor jax #I promise I love you Jax #vague implied noncon #noncon touching #noncon kissing #noncon touching (nonsexual)#implied noncon #manipulative whumper #whumper pov #captivity #shock collar #Savvie's Perfect Life (TM)#slavery tw #forced relationship

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havingahelagoodtime · 7 years ago

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Talk Too Much (L. L.)

Pairing(s): Loki x Reader (with powers)

Description: Loki simply talks too much, and Y/N has had enough of it. (based on the song “Talk Too Much” by COIN)

Word Count: 2,615 (i write a lot, i’m sorry!)

Warnings: none

AN: first time writing a loki fic or writing a reader insert fic. hope you guys like it, and if you do, please like, reblog, or comment to let me know! :)

Loki had been waiting for Y/N to get out of the shower for over thirty minutes.

He knew that she took long showers; it was something that anyone who knew Y/N and lived in the same area as her would know about her. They usually lasted between 30 and 45 minutes, unless she was in a hurry. The hurried showers were always 20 minutes or less. But, she rarely ever seemed to be in a hurry, and so her shower times would always end up past the 30-minute mark but before the 45-minute mark.

Loki also knew that she usually came back downstairs if she took her showers in the late evening, and she would make herself a cup of coffee. This especially confused him because he knew that coffee contained caffeine, which would normally cause a person to feel more energized. Logically, the caffeine in the coffee would cause her to become more awake, essentially defeating the purpose of trying to go to bed a little while after she was finished with the cup. However, that never seemed to be the case with her. She would drink the coffee, watch television for a half hour or so, and then go up to her bedroom (which, Loki had noticed when he first arrived at the Avengers Tower, was only on the next floor.) Midgardians held strange customs, especially this one. In order to talk to her, though, he knew he must begin practicing these customs as well.

To put it simply, she interested him. The way she spoke, the television shows she always watched, the subtle things about someone that he rarely ever cared enough about to pay attention to… all of these interested him. On any normal night when they would occupy the same room, he would watch her while she wasn’t looking, observe the way she drank her coffee and muttered things to herself while sitting on the couch. This may have been considered creepy to others, but in his defense, he couldn’t help it if she was doing something quirky… or perhaps even cute. Tonight, however, he planned to actually talk to her. Not the normal quick greeting between them, but actually having a conversation with her. The thought excited him and scared him to death at the same time, although he would never admit to either of those.

caffeine, small talk

wait out the plastic weather

mhm, uh uh, discussing current events

When he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, he had been sitting on the left side of the couch, the opposite of the side she always took when she watched television. It’s time, he thought to himself. As casually as he could, he looked up to see her making her way down. In the split second he allowed himself to look at her, he couldn’t help but narrow his eyes at the robe she wore. Normally, she wore a short-sleeved shirt and a pair of shorts, with the only variations being the colors and designs of said clothing articles. This time, though, she’d worn a fluffy, white robe. He wasn’t the only one changing things up tonight. She noticed him looking at her and smiled. Her smile.

“Hey, Loki,” she greeted as she walked towards the kitchen area. The way she said his name sounded different than it normally did. Or did it?

“Hello, Y/N,” he replied, watching her until the wall blocked his vision of her. That could’ve gone better. He heard her opening the cabinet and then something hard hitting the counter in the kitchen. She was beginning to make her coffee. Taking a deep breath, he decided it was time. He slowly stood and made his way into the kitchen, where he saw Y/N standing at the coffee maker. She stood with a hip jutted out, one hand in a robe pocket and the other on the counter, tapping her fingers impatiently. She turned her head away from the coffee maker to see Loki enter the room, and she smiled again.

“It only takes a few minutes, but it still makes me impatient,” she said, laughing a little at the end of her statement. His heart sped up a little more at the sound of her laughter, and he only smiled back at her in response as he continued toward her. He couldn’t speak and let a shaky voice betray his true feelings. Once he reached the counter space next to her, he stood in front of her and leaned slightly up against the counter, letting it dig into his hip a little. His eyes met hers for a second, and he could tell from the way she looked at him that she was confused. This was not acceptable; he could not allow her to think too long about why he was in there with her.

“What kind of coffee are you making?” he asked, glancing between the coffee maker and her. He knew it was not the best way to start a conversation, but at this point, his increasing heart rate and blanking mind needed him to settle for just okay.

“Oh, just normal black coffee. I usually add some creamer and sugar once it’s done, though,” she answered, and she looked down at the coffee maker. Although he knew it was wrong to stare, he did it anyway. She had a beautiful face, beauty that matched the most valuable pieces of art and the finest sunrises and sunsets back on Asgard. He simply needed more of that beauty in his life; he hadn’t experienced very many truly beautiful things in his life, but somehow, he had a feeling that seeing her face more often could make up for that.

i’ll take my time

i’m not the forward thinker

you read my mind

“May I try some of this… coffee?” he blurted out. She quickly looked back up at him with an even more confused look on her face. He couldn’t help it; he needed to talk to her, and any way of doing this was fine to him. Even if it meant having to try coffee.

“You want to try it? I’m surprised. I didn’t really think you’d be a coffee kind of guy,” she replied as a smirk crossed her face. Her lips looked so nice resting in that smirk, bold but soft and gentle. What he would’ve given to have a taste.

“I can be full of surprises,” he shot back, a smirk of equal size crossing his own face. One of her eyebrows rose just a little, and she looked at the ground and shook her head before meeting his gaze again.

“I would expect nothing less from the supposed ‘God of Mischief.’ Of course you can try it.” It was almost wrong how much he loved her calling him that. The coffee maker beeped, putting a crack back in his self-confidence. “Looks like the coffee’s done. Can you grab another coffee mug, please?” He nodded and quickly went to the cabinet, opening its door and looking through the selection of mugs. A plain black mug sat off to the side on the first shelf, and he grabbed the handle of this one before shutting the cabinet door and eagerly placing it next to her pastel pink one. The now slightly-full coffee pot sat on the other side of her mug as she went to the fridge and opened its door. “It seems like we only have French Vanilla creamer, is that okay?”

“Yes, yes, that’s fine. That’s definitely fine. That’s…fine,” he quickly told her. Too quickly. Embarrassingly quickly. His eyes closed, and his head dropped. He couldn’t believe how worked up he was getting over this situation; he was supposed to be a silver tongue, but now, his way with words could not help him at all. She glanced over her shoulder at him and narrowed her eyes at him for a second before looking back in the fridge and grabbing the bottle of creamer.

“Well, at least you’ll be starting with a good kind. I’ve tried some really shitty types of creamer in my time of borderline coffee addiction, and this here is not a shitty type.” She closed the door of the fridge and began walking back to the counter, giving him a small smile. That smile allowed him to breathe easier, but only for a second. He could feel words coming, words he could not stop. His need to talk to her was overpowering him.

“I’ve noticed that you often have a new type of creamer in the fridge,” he began. Furrowing her eyebrows, she met his gaze again.

“You have?” she inquired. He nodded, and she shrugged before looking back to the coffee pot and mugs on the counter. “I don’t think it’s been that often-”

“It is relatively often,” he interrupted. “You’ve had peppermint mocha, hazelnut, coconut crème, pumpkin spice, salted caramel chocolate, and others, and they’ve all been in recent weeks. They are never in the refrigerator for too long, usually for about a week or so, and then a new one takes its spot. Although it did seem like the more unpleasant flavors seemed to last a little longer than-“

“Okay, I get it, you don’t need to tell me,” she exclaimed, holding up her hand and laughing. “I go through those bottles pretty quickly. I got it. But you know what I’m not getting here?” Now it was him furrowing his eyebrows.

“What?”

“Why you came in here in the first place, just to chat me up about my coffee habits. I always come down here and get coffee after I take a late shower, and not once have you shown any interest in it before. Why now?”

better to leave it unsaid

why can’t i leave it unsaid?

His eyes widened a little bit. He should have known that question would eventually come up; Y/N wasn’t stupid. He needed to distract her again, lead her away from her unsettling line of questioning.

“Is it wrong for me to ask for the opinions from an expert of coffee such as yourself?” he inquired with a smirk. She laughed and turned to the counter, placing the bottle of creamer next to the coffee pot. The adrenaline flowing through Loki’s veins quickened, and his smirk dropped. “Why are you laughing?” Her head shook as her laughter tapered off, and she opened the door to the cabinet above her and reached her hand in, pulling out the sugar container.

“I think you’ve forgotten why I’m part of the team in the first place,” Y/N stated matter-of-factly, and she glanced at him for a second before beginning to pour some sugar into his black mug. She only needed that second to get her point across: she knew something that he didn’t know she knew. His body stiffened.

“I don’t believe I was told in the first place,” he cautiously replied. Instead of explaining, she now began pouring sugar into her own pink mug. Loki watched her actions with anticipation, his eyes frantically searching her face for any sign of her knowing his true intentions. The seconds passed by agonizingly slowly, and he soon wondered if she was enjoying being able to torture him like this. Once she was done pouring the sugar, she placed it back in the cabinet and picked up the pot of coffee.

“I was brought here for one reason and one reason only, and that reason is my power,” she started as she poured large amounts of coffee into both of their mugs. “When I was growing up, I didn’t understand how it worked. It still surprises me sometimes. Right now, though, it confirms what I’ve been suspicious of for a while now.” One thought passed through his mind: Oh shit. She placed the coffee pot back into its holder and picked up the creamer bottle, pouring the same amount into each mug. When she was done, she placed it on the counter. “Would you get a spoon for me, please?”

“Of course,” he answered quickly, reaching into the silverware drawer next to him to grab a spoon. After closing the drawer, he held it out to her, and as she grabbed it from him, her fingers brushed against his skin. A force of undeniable power washed over him instantly as her fingers stayed in contact with his hand, freezing him where he stood, and his eyes widened even more in surprise. “What the hell are you doing?” Her eyes were closed, a soft smile that slowed down his heart rate just by a smidge crossing her face.

“I understand now,” she said, her eyes snapping open before taking the spoon from him and releasing him from his frozen stance. She dipped the spoon into her pink mug and began stirring.

“Understand what? What did you just do?” he rapidly questioned. Petrified confusion and a hint of anger bubbled in his stomach. No Midgardian should have been able to control him in such a way, especially not from just a brush of her fingers. She pulled the spoon from her own mug and stirred the mixture in his mug.

you know i talk too much

honey, come put your lips on mine

and shut me up

we can blame it all on human nature

“I can read thoughts, but not in the most conventional way.” After she finished stirring his coffee, she crossed the room and placed the spoon in the sink next to the fridge. When she returned to her spot next to him, she leaned up against the counter and looked up into his nervous eyes. “I can’t hear what people think, but I can see the images that they think. The images you were seeing about you speaking to me tonight bombarded me as I walked down the stairs, and by touching you, I could see all of the other images you’ve thought about me recently. But I didn’t really even need that, considering you’re talking too damn much to just be cordial.” Before he knew it, she reached her hand to the back of his neck and gently pulled him towards her, meeting his lips with her own. His brain couldn’t comprehend the absolute gorgeousness of the moment for a long second, but when it did, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to kiss her back. The warmth of her hand seeped into his skin as their lips moved together, and he couldn’t believe how much sweeter her lips were than he had expected. However, it was over as quickly as it began, and after she pulled away, she smiled at him again. “You like me.”

stay cool, it’s just a kiss

oh why you gotta be so talkative?

If he hadn’t been stuck in a stunned silence, he probably would have futilely attempted to deny it. It was childish, liking somebody, but he wasn’t about to fight against it. Not when it allowed him to have such a thrilling, beautiful experience as what had just happened. Removing her hand from the back of his neck, she reached down and picked up the black mug, carefully handing it to him. He smiled after a second, a genuinely content smile, and he nodded in thanks. Speaking was just not something he’d be capable of yet.

“Come watch TV with me,” she quietly requested before picking up her mug and heading towards the doorway of the kitchen. Before she left the room, she looked over her shoulder at him and met his gaze, smiling at him. That was all the encouragement he needed to begin following her to the living room.

i talk too much, we talk too much

#in which loki is a cute nervous little shit #loki #loki laufeyson #loki imagine #loki oneshot #loki one-shot #loki x reader #loki x reader imagine #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson fanfic #not my gif #song fic #talk too much #sarah writes a thing

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biayahlife · 3 years ago

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Things that are Making Me Happy~!

Hello all!

Today we are going to go through all the things making me happy at this moment. I am in a good mood and I’d like to share that with y’all. This week has been a nice one and I’m going to keep that feeling going.

Number One: Hanging out with friends

A few weekends ago we got to see like 7 people all in the same weekend. It was INCREDIBLE! I used to think that I was a reclusive person, someone that didn’t enjoy socializing at all, but now? Omg I love hanging out with people. I’ve missed them all so much! It was worse since Cinnamon was recovering, and we didn’t want anyone coming over while she needed to stay quiet. Lately, things are getting back to that normal feeling, and I want to make every excuse to see everyone. We’re planning on doing game nights with friends and family, and I’m sure if you’ve read previous posts you’ll remember that we’ve got outings planned.

Payday

I don’t know a single person that doesn’t like payday. It’s the best day of the month. I don’t make a lot, and I’m mostly paycheck to paycheck so that sweet rush when I check my bank account and see it full makes me completely thrilled.

Seeing the kids

We got to take my niece for the day recently, and it was great. In 2019 I made a promise to my niece that she’d get to hang out with Miayah and myself at least once a month every month, but that went to the wayside with covid. We hadn’t really gotten to hang out at all for nearly an entire year. She’s the cutest thing, and she’s getting so big!!! We played dress up. We did makeup. We watched The Mitchells versus the Machines which was surprisingly good. We went out to an arcade and ate pizza and played games. It was such a gratifying experience, and a lovely way to get back into the habit of hanging with her.

Going out to eat

Take out has its perks, but we’ve been going out lately, and it’s a whole different experience that I forgot about. There are good pieces and bad; for example, a bad part is that it takes a lot more time to go to a restaurant than to order in. Miayah mentioned it in her post earlier this week - when you order food you don’t have to travel, you can keep doing whatever you’re doing while you wait for the food to show up. The good pieces though are wonderful: you get out of the house; you get into a new environment; there are different sights and smells and sounds; and the food is SO much better when it’s steaming hot right out of the kitchen. We had Chicago-style sandwiches recently, and I can’t imagine that they would have been nearly as good if they’d taken an extra 30 minutes to get to our house after they were ordered.

Cute clothing that fits right

So this is actually a bit of a mixed bag. I’d written this down in a list as a good thing and it IS a good thing, however, I’m not having as much luck with well fitting clothing as I’d like. I found the best pair of pants that I’ve had in a very long time which I am greatly enjoying. I ordered $250 worth of dresses, and not a single one fit. I was very disappointed, but luckily the website I ordered from gave me a full refund when I sent them back. It’s not quite the result I was hoping for. Maybe I’ll go shopping again this weekend, but in an actual store this time. I’ve gotten very reliant on purchasing things online this last year, but I’m remembering now that the products I purchase make me much happier if I see them before whipping out the credit card.

Coffee creamer

I know this one seems odd…. Many moons ago I took creamer out of my diet. I have a lot of trouble with dairy, and a lot of shelf stable creamers use coconut, which I’m terribly allergic to. I’d stopped looking at the back of bottles because I’d inevitably be disappointed. Miayah and I took a little day trip recently and stopped at Buccee’s, and she happened to pick up a bottle of refrigerated creamer. She called me over and was like - I think you can drink this! I looked it over and it turns out it’s non-dairy, refrigerated, and doesn’t contain coconut!!!! I’m so delighted. The first flavor I got was peppermint mocha, and I’m absolutely in love. It’s such a fun variation to my morning coffee that I haven’t gotten to indulge in in nearly a decade.

Permission from professionals to look for different options

My job has been driving me nuts lately and I know all jobs do, but I’ve been feeling really trapped. This last year I had a lot of difficulties with insurance and it made me scared to move to a new job and have to start all over with a new insurance plan. I’d have to transition into a new company where there’s a possible lapse in benefits. I have medication that is extraordinarily expensive without insurance, so I feel like I have no options in changing jobs and that’s weirdly overwhelming and I feel so trapped. I went to my psychiatrist recently and expressed my concerns. He immediately said, “Don’t worry about that at all, don’t even consider it. You are free to change jobs and get into something that makes you happier, and we’ll figure out the medication with no problems.” It was so FREEING. He’s always been such a supportive guy, and it’s a relief to know that I have my medical professional at my back.

Rereading 1Q84

I’m finally reading again! My attention span has gotten shorter and shorter this last year. Everything felt too hard to pay attention to; reading was one of the first long form things that went away. Movies left next - I could only do episodes of a show, short form articles (not even these sometimes!), and TikToks. This month tho - I’m reading! I’ve chosen one of my favorite books to re-read: 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami. Murakami is definitely one of my top authors, despite his sometimes problematic language. The sense of melancholy he evokes is really great.

Yerba Mateo and Earl Greyson

Lastly: the new birb babies! If you’ve seen our Instagram recently we’ve posted photos of our two newest feathered loves. They’re starting to get along and it’s making us very happy. There’s always a concern when you introduce a new pet into the family that they all won’t get along but so far so good!

With all these lovely things in my life it’s no wonder that I’ve been in a great mood lately.

What’s putting you in a good mood? What makes life even sweeter today?

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