#i need someone who likes fried eggs to come over so i can see if i've reached Slidey Eggs territory

[killbaned]

tumblr’s aging populace etc but local goblin (me) thrilled w the state of the seasoning on their cast iron frying pan

[lovebotmo]

like the movies

chapter three - caramel creams

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pairing: theodore nott x reader

wc: 2311

author's note: omg ive been feeling stuck working on this chapter for days so thanks for your patience and as always, hope you like this next chapter. so so thankful for all of you who have commented on my previous chapters!!!!!!!!! kiss kiss

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song inspiration: you're here that's the thing by beabadoobee

A week had passed, and you still knew diddly-squat regarding the mysterious guy who had generously sent you the bouquet of moly blossoms and the adjoining note. Glances over classmate’s shoulders to peer at their handwriting were unfruitful and almost landed you in detention when McGonagall had noted your lack of attention in Transfiguration. Whoever your secret admirer was, he had made sure to cover his tracks and frustratingly stump you. No additional clue found its way to you, and no one came forward.

You’d even gone to Professor Sprout earlier in the week to inquire about her moly plants and determine if your mystery man had procured the flowers from her, or alternatively, stolen them. She’d answered in the negative to both—no one had come to her regarding your bouquet, and she wasn’t missing any stock. However, she did echo the sentiment you and Hermione had shared, that whoever he was, he had spent a great deal of money to impress you.

You rolled over in bed to peer at the blooms decorating your bedside. They were still darling as ever. However, they were a constant reminder you had no clue as to who had sent them.

If the guy really fancied me, he’d know this must be driving me mad.

You pulled the covers over your head, groaning, before resolving to go down to breakfast in the Great Hall. Your little quandary wasn’t going to be solved anytime soon, and your stomach shouldn’t suffer for it.

Joining your friends in the Great Hall, Ginny noticed you were a little quieter than normal. “You alright there, Y/n?” Breaking your reverie, you smiled at the red-headed Weasley before stuffing a piece of jam-smothered toast into your mouth.

Your muffled and somewhat undiscernible reply of “’M all good, thanks” was met with a laugh from Ginny and a scolding from Hermione to slow down while eating.

“I’ve got to hurry, ‘Mione,” you said between bites, “otherwise I’ll be late for the Hogsmeade trip. Need to clear my mind for a bit.” Hermione watched in horror at the speed with which you downed the toast, practically throwing a napkin at you when she noticed the jam lingering in the corners of your mouth. You grinned sheepishly at her.

“Still no clue then, I reckon?” Padma asked. You just shook your head, turning to dive into some fried eggs. While you had hoped to be discreet about the whole situation, you had wanted your friends’ opinions, as well as their help, in searching for your secret admirer. However, you had no such luck and your friends were just as clueless.

“It��s kind of dreamy, don’t you think? The whole not-knowing part and the expectation of another clue or a gift. To think someone in this room sent you those lovely flowers!” Hannah seemed more excited about it than you did.

“Oh, come off it. We all know it’s killing Y/n not to know—I’ll bet you she was the kid who would shake her presents under the Christmas tree to try and figure out what they were. Maybe even peer through a hole in the wrapping paper to sneak a peek, eh?” Ginny joked, nudging your arm.

The glare you sent Ginny let her know she had hit the nail on the head.

“Can I see the note again?” asked Luna. Pulling it from your pocket, you handed it to the waifish girl, with Padma peering over her shoulder. As she handed it back, you noticed the certain degree of softness the parchment now had, caused by the countless folding, unfolding, and gentle tracing of the letters by your fingertips. You looked at it once more before tucking it back in.

“Well,” you said, rising from your seated position, “enough of that. I’ve got a date with fizzing whizzbees at Honeydukes, and I will not let you lot make me late!” Laughing, the five girls stood up to join you and began to make their way out of the Great Hall.

Upon arriving in Hogsmeade, the six of you split up to run various errands or meet other friends. Luna joined you on the trip to Honeydukes, desiring to pick up some pepper imps, which she believed would ward off nargles from settling in her hair. You just nodded at your endearing, albeit strange friend. Nodding was oftentimes the best thing to do when Luna said something particularly…off. Upon entering the candy store, you separated from the blond Ravenclaw to fulfill your particular errand.   

“Mr. Flume!” You called out to the elderly proprietor of Honeydukes. He smiled once he placed your voice. Your acquaintance with Ambrosius Flume and his wife had begun in your third year, on your very first trip to Hogsmeade. Over the years, you’d heard countless stories about the store and its fantastical sweet treats. As such, when you were finally of age, you had been extremely excited to finally visit. Upon entry, in your typical coordinated fashion, you had managed to slip on and fall due to the bat’s blood soup Neville Longbottom had managed to spill all over the checkered floor. Spotting the tears quickly forming in your eyes, courtesy of your pain and embarrassment, Mrs. Flume had helped you off the floor and fixed you a cup of hot chocolate while you amused her husband with various accounts of muggle delicacies and candies. Since then, you had made it a habit to bring him a muggle candy of some sort to try, proving that even though muggle treats had no real magic in them, they could still be magical. In turn, he would trade one of his newest treats for you to try.

Finally meeting through the frenzied crowd of Honeydukes, Mr. Flume clasped one of your hands in both of his, giving it a hearty squeeze. “How have you been, dearie? Brought me something today, did you?”

You laughed at his eagerness. “You only want me for my muggle sweets, don’t’ you? How incorrigible.”

The two of you giggled like children before you pulled out the promised sweet. This time, you had brought him a small bag of Goetze’s caramel creams, also known as bullseyes. As silly as it might seem, the candies were close to your heart, something you had enjoyed with your mother as a child, eating away at the chewy caramel outside and the sweet cream filling.

“They’re my absolute favorite, you know. And after four years of exchanging candies with you, I insist you stock them just for me. Waiting for packages from my mum to get my fix is simply too difficult.”

Mr. Flume laughed at your dramatics before pocketing the sweets. “You know how much I enjoy these little exchanges with you, poppet. I’ve got something new for you to try, straight from my little lady’s oven.” Reaching into the pocket of his worn apron, he pulled out a pastry of some sort wrapped in brown paper. “Mrs. Flume calls ‘em ‘Cheering Cherry Tarts,’ ‘spose to boost your spirit for a few hours if you can imagine that. Hope you like it.” With that, he left with an affectionate pat on your arm before going to assist some of the other customers.

Taking one bite of the pastry, you had to resist the urge to moan at how delicious it was.

If you knew one thing about Mrs. Flume, it was that the woman could cook.

Scarfing down the tart, you grabbed a box of toffees and glacial snowflakes to bring back with you. After checking out, you made your way to The Three Broomsticks where you had agreed to meet to meet up with your friends after you completed your errands.

You quickly spotted your friends within the tavern. Padma was sporting several shopping bags from Gladrags Wizardwear, while Ginny and Hannah had popped into Zonko’s to pick up some stink pellets intended for the Gryffindor first-years. Ginny was more than happy to continue the pranking tradition her older brothers had begun at Hogwarts, and Hannah was always game for a good laugh. Hermione sat quietly at the table twirling one of her new quills. At the sight you let out a small chuckle. Hermione was many things, but she was not someone to pass up on purchasing new stationary. She was practically besotted whenever she saw a fine quill.

Joining the gaggle of girls, you all went over your purchases, ordering some treats and drinks, gossiping about various happenings at Hogwarts, and just enjoying the general splendor of The Three Broomsticks and its ambience. As much as you enjoyed your classes, moments like these were what you would miss most upon your graduation in the spring. It brought a little twinge to your heart, the bittersweet thought of leaving, but you were excited for the future and to see what your dearest friends would go on to do.

Your reminiscing and get-together, however, was interrupted by increasingly loud voices from a corner table. Imagining it to be some drunkards, you turned, only to see Nott and Malfoy arguing over something that had the two Slytherins particularly heated. While you had no idea what had started their spat, it was easy to tell that Malfoy had somehow provoked Nott who became increasingly incensed. Towering over the blonde, Nott continued to spew verbal fire at him and despite his best effort to hide it, you could tell that Malfoy was intimidated.

“Chi mi piace non sono affari tuoi, Malfoy. Restane fuori!” While you didn’t understand the Italian rapidly leaving Nott’s mouth, you could tell how angry he was. As he was about to continue his verbal assault, he caught your eyes and likely the look of concern on your face. His face relaxed and his next words seemed to slip his mind. Sparing one more withering glance at Malfoy, he quickly stormed out of the tavern and conversation slowly recommenced.

“Wonder what started that little fight,” wondered Padma, picking up her glass of butterbeer.

Turning back, you shrugged, “No idea.”

The six of you left The Three Broomsticks shortly after, realizing that you would have to return to Hogwarts soon. You linked your arm with Ginny as she chatted about her intended strategies for the upcoming Quidditch season. Walking towards the train station, you noticed Nott in the distance, trekking in the opposite direction of the Hogwarts Express.

Didn’t he know that the train would be leaving soon?

Removing your arm from Ginny’s, you excused yourself. “I’ll meet you guys on the train, alright? Save me a seat.” With that, you quickly followed the retreating Slytherin.

“Don’t be late, Y/n! You can’t be losing house points this early in the year!” yelled Hermione.

When you finally caught up to Nott, he was sitting on a bench located on the path that headed towards the Shrieking Shack. He was staring into the distance, those brooding eyes of his lost in thought. Hearing the crunch of autumn leaves beneath your feet, his head swiveled towards your approaching figure. He stood in surprise before sitting again. You sat down beside him.  

Bumping his shoulder with your own, you asked, “Something on your mind, Nott? You seem a little…out of it.”

At the sound of your voice, he left out a long sigh. “No—nothing. ‘M fine.” The clipped response made you raise a brow at him. The guy was not very good at lying, even if he was a Slytherin. “And…it’s Theo. Or, I mean, you can call me Theo.” Those blue eyes returned to you, accompanied by the faintest of smiles.

“Alright then, Theo. What’s got your wand in a knot…Or should I say N-o-t-t?” You let out a small laugh, winking at him as he gave you a look somewhere between horrified and disgusted.

“I don’t even want to dignify that with a response.”

“It was right there! I had to.”

“You definitely did not.”

“Don’t you mean…did N-o-t-t?”

“Alright, that’s enough.”  He paused, before continuing, “Do you think it’s too late to request a new Potions partner? I’m not sure I’ll be able to make it through the year at this rate.”

You gasped in mock horror, lightly knocking him on the arm, “Oh please Theo, I’m a peach. You adore me.” You didn’t notice how Theo stiffened at your retort, your eyes turning to the autumn trees lining the path.

“That was quite a scene in there, you and Draco. Fighting over anything in particular?”

Theo let out a huff of hot air through his nose, “No…it’s just—Malfoy’s a fucking prat.”

A bark of laughter left you at his response. “Could have told you that in first year, Theo. Would have saved you a lot of trouble.” At that, he laughed, and you were happy to see a grin finally grace his normally stoic face.

“Now c’mon,” you said standing, “we’ve got to get going if we don’t want to miss the train. Godric knows how much trouble I’ll be in with my housemates if we don’t make it in time.”

Theo stood and joined you in walking back towards the platform, a comfortable silence falling over you two. He seemed to have snapped out of whatever funk had clouded his mind, as he was soon making small talk and a few jokes as you got closer.

Just before you boarded the train, Theo grasped your elbow gently to turn you towards him. He was at your eye level then, as you had stepped onto the first step of the express. You looked at him with questioning eyes. “Sorry, um—just wanted to say thanks.” At your furrowed brow he added, “for checking on me, I mean.”

You smiled at him. “Course. After all, what are Potions partners for?” At that, he returned your smile, his bright blue eyes crinkling a little at the edges.

Huh. Cute.

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[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls- 3x9-Deep Fried Korean Thanksgiving- Part 1

It's 6:30am on the 4th of July. It feels like as a good a time as any to write about a Thanksgiving episode. I am quite fond of this episode, it's one of my favorites. It includes a historical first: which is Lorelai being kinda nice to Jess? Hooray! It's a Thanksgiving miracle! But off to the house fire with him again for Black Friday. I cannot, however, even in the spirit of Julyskiving, be nice to Lorelai when describing this episode. This is, after all, the "Just because you and Rory broke up doesn't mean we did" episode. Would you mind taking a Niceness Raincheck, Lorelai? I doubt it will be useful in s3. For the time being, just accept all of the comedic verbal beatdowns that you have coming from me. On with Julyskiving.

Jess can sympathize with Pete. But he's beating his meat instead of eggs. This one is a bit borderline, but it qualifies for a check on the "thinly veiled sexual reference" square on my Bingo Card. I cannot take my eyes off this mug Michel is holding and "sipping" from because it's the emptiest Empty Mug I've seen so far on this show. I've seen some empty cups on this show but dang, this one is empty.

Me looking for love in all the wrong places.

Heh heh. We learn that Lorelai has faked illness and poor cellphone reception (that's not terribly hard in 2002, the year of our lord) to try and weasel out of the last two FND's. Why, you ask? Because she's still hopping mad at Emily and Richard for...taking Rory on a trip to look at a school that wasn't Harvard. Emily Gilmore, the Queen that she is, lays down that in no uncertain terms that Lorelai will have to spend Thanksgiving doing FND. Emily won’t allow Lorelai get in a word in edgewise, complain, or protest 🫡 so Lorelai lays down like a dog and submits. I love to see it.

*checks off "Millennial Pop Culture Reference" on the Bingo Card* Have I mentioned how much I love the 35 year old extras playing high school students?

Not anymore he ain't. Just ride it out for another 3 short years. girl. Reese will be history by 2006. He never married again, either. "Is it me, or did everything the teacher say sound dirty? I mean come on, reticulum? The golgi body? Does that sound majorly pornographic or what?" Heh heh. Yeah. I'm scandalized by the use of the word "pornographic" on this wholesome show. We learn that Louise's father is in prison for an unspecified crime. I love Madelyn & Louise lore, don't you? Paris wanted to volunteer at a soup kitchen to pad her Ivy League resume but no one would take her. She will be ever so lonely on Thanksgiving and needs a place to spend the holiday. *bats eyelashes at Rory* Madelyn plans to spend Thanksgiving filling out applications for safety schools. Paris agres that is incredbly important to weigh as many options as possible when applying to colleges. Rory, meanwhile , remembers that just a short while ago, her Mommy had a nuclear meltdown in public and shut her grandparents out for weeks over the mere idea of her even looking at or thinking about a backup school. Much like the time she realized she forgot to enroll in extra cirricular activities, this is someone who is quietly contemplating just how badly she's boned. Academically speaking.

Paris receives a return call on her ancient cellphone from a soup kitchen, with whom she tries to wrangle a volunteer opportunity. This is how Rory looks at Paris angrily ranting at a charitable organization:

Paris may not be able to pad her college application by helping the needy this year, but she will always be a volunteer in the soup kitchen of Rory's heart.

OMG. Could it be? Is that...the window concession stand from s1?

IT IS! IT IS! I love that little guy! I thought the fragile small town economy had swallowed up another beloved business! You ladies are just gonna walk past and not pick me up a fiesta burger and onion rings, huh? Besides snubbing a small business that has to compete with Luke's and could really use the help, ahem, Rory and Lorelai's Thanksgiving itinerary includes dinner at the elder gilmores, Sookie's, Lane's, and Luke's. They then decide to cut Luke from their schedule, because ol Grumpy Gus doesn't care about holidays and he won't miss them.

And so what if he did? Peace and harmony will be achieved when the people of The Hollow are free and able to be their true and authentic sexual selves.

None of which they'll pay for.

"Such a food rut we're in!" Concession Stand Guy would like a word.

Ya'll are just filthy. You're making jokes about stuffing each other a day before this wholesome holiday. Continue. Please. Lorelai informs Luke that they can't make it for Thanksgiving tomorrow. He seems quietly shattered. *Mr Lonely plays*

Perhaps you can un-disappoint him by paying for your food. So moved were the Gilmore GIrls by Luke's rare, almost visible display of emotion, that they decide they can work him into their schedule after all.

Batten down the hatches, guy. The Gilmores are coming. To your restaurant. Just like they do every day. Multiple times a day. Sometimes after you've already closed. Always eating, never paying.

Rory emptied two beach pails of Ben and Jerry's ice cream in one sitting after Dean dumped her. She ain't wrong. Stay tuned for the next chapter where I will explore the re-appearance of the vomit green puffy coat, Rory's continued pre occupation with Dean, Lorelai's continued pre occupation with Dean (the re emergence of the DALA), comedic thoughts about Black Friday, and much more.

[lumosinlove]

Christmas Eve Will Find Me

One: Sirius

Salazar Headquarters

London, England

“This is the part that you’re not understanding Agent Black.”

Sirius had never been built for the cages of board rooms. Mahogany tables and whiskey glasses. Bottled water placed evenly at each leather chair. Suit and ties, pressed collars and eyeglasses that would show everyone in the room whatever files needed to be seen, privately. Sirius wasn’t build for the glasses, either. He didn’t like seeing the images so close, as if his very own brain had conjured them.

Especially not the one in front of him now. Familiar, but, then again, not at all. A ghost he saw every night, but never like this.

“Why don’t you try again then,” Sirius said to Lucius Malfoy, who sat opposite him, at the other end of the long table. His fair, nearly white hair was tied back low against his neck. Though he stared with dark eyes right at Sirius, they both looked at each other through the image screened in front of them. Through Remus’ brown eyes and bow of a mouth. Sirius was glad no pair of glasses would show the room how hard he was digging his fingernails into his palms below the table.

Malfoy drew an annoyed breath. “Agent Lupin, presumed dead after the Greece incident along with Agent Logan Tremblay—” He glanced to James, who was sitting very still. His usual glasses—a light, airy brown compared to these black frames—folded on the table in front of him. “Is alive.” Malfoy’s long fingers flicked. “For six months, Agent Lupin blinked out. Assumed dead. Now, there he is.”

The photograph had been pulled from a bank security camera in Athens. Remus wore no hat. He carried no bag. Supposedly no weapon, though it was hard to tell and Sirius had never known him to go without one. None of Salazar’s agents ever did.

“Right where we left him, it seems,” Malfoy said. “Greece. Athens.”

“And Logan?” James asked, leaning forward. “I—Agent Tremblay.”

“If we knew anything more, we would have said.” Malfoy had a way with coldness. “Would we have not?”

James said nothing. Sirius felt his stomach twist.

Something in Remus’ face was wrong. It was wrong. He couldn’t place it. Vacant. Shaken. No weapon, no phone. He’d looked nearly right up at the camera. He would never have done that if he was hiding, like Malfoy clearly thought.

“We bring him in.” Sirius’ eyes went to James again, who was looking back this time. “Agent Potter and I will make contact.”

Malfoy just shook his head and laughed. “So confidently said. Tell me this, then. Why did he not bring himself in?”

Sirius couldn’t deny that he had no answer. He couldn’t look away from Remus’ face. Too open. And if he was there in Greece—alive alive alive—where was Logan?

“No contact,” Malfoy said. “You will take a surveillance team. and you will follow him.”

“Follow him?” Sirius shook his head, just as James began to protest, too. “He’s not a target. This is Remus.”

“He is a target as long as I say he is,” Malfoy snapped. “He failed to report. He failed all protocol, and now, suddenly, here he is. Out in the open.”

“You think someone turned him,” James said softly. “That’s—that’s impossible—”

“Nothing is impossible,” said Lestrange from Malfoy’s left. Her curling hair fell elegantly over her wide-shouldered suit, but she was smiling as if this news gave her pleasure. “If he is no longer loyal, you can see why we would need to know, Potter.”

Remus. Remus, who he had thought he had lost. Who he had spent the last six months trying to bury without having a body or a reason. Remus, who he had never even gotten to kiss.

“Find him.” Malfoy arched his fair brows. “Find Lupin, Black.”

“And what?” Sirius said. “You already don’t trust him.”

Malfoy leaned his hands on the table. “If he is what I think he is, then you will kill him.”

+++

Sirius had a flat, but he wouldn’t have called it a home. James, at least, had Lily. Lily and their son, warm bodies and food to come home to, when he came home at all. Now, there was fried egg and ham sandwiches on the stove panini press, quiet jazz playing in the living room in the hopes of keeping the two year old Harry asleep, and Lily standing in front of him pouring whiskey—because he obviously looked like he needed it.

“Alive,” Lily kept saying. She set the bottle down hard. Her tears gained different intensities, but she hadn’t really stopped crying since they had told her. They weren’t supposed to tell her.

She had a dishcloth in one hand that was being used as a tissue, and a greasy spatula in the other. Her dark red hair was tangled, falling out of two braids, and she gave a great sniff before turning back to the stove.

Sirius gave himself a bit more Scotch. He shouldn’t have agreed to come for dinner. He needed to be alone. He needed to sit in his cold, black and gray, expensive as hell, too big penthouse and picture Remus’ face before that security footage.

It was wrong. Something about it was wrong.

“Alive,” Lily said again. “God bloody fuck. Fucking shit.” A sailor, she was, when Harry wasn’t around. She turned on Sirius. “And Malfoy really said—”

“Yes,” Sirius said.

And the sick part was, Sirius could feel the gun in his hand. He could feel how he would do it. Sometimes, Sirius tried to avoid seeing faces, or it simply needed to be done, sneaking up from behind. But he knew Remus’ nape. He knew Remus’ shoulders. Any part of him, any air movement around him, Sirius would know. He felt like he would know his blood. The blood that had been in the sea foam.

“You could never,” Lily said, and took a bite out of a slice of tomato.

He’d never get close enough to get a gun on him from behind. Remus had the instincts of lightning.

“You can’t, he has to know that.”

The second Remus looked at him, Sirius would be finished. Weak muscled and drowning. It didn’t matter what was in his hand, it didn’t matter what Remus had done. It didn’t even matter that he had left Sirius behind and in the dark. Sirius would need him, solid and real.

Lily was watching him silently when James walked into the living room from showering. His dripping hair was getting the neck of his t-shirt wet, and he looked just as grim as Sirius felt. Through the kitchen doorway, he saw him lean over where Harry was sleeping in his crib and reach down to stroke his hair.

“Well,” he said when he took the stool beside Sirius—and some whiskey, too. “Wheels up tomorrow night. We’re taking a red-eye.”

“They called?” Sirius asked.

“Hm.”

“I don’t understand.” Lily slid the sandwiches onto a serving plate and began cutting them in half. She reached for her whiskey and took a long sip, ice clinking. “Jesus. Do you want ice, Sirius?”

Sirius shook his head.

James couldn’t do it, either. Not if it came down to it. But, then again, he would do it just to save Sirius from having to do it. Sirius knew that. And if they found Logan…

“Finn,” Sirius said suddenly. He looked over at James, and Lily made a wounded sound. “We have to tell him.”

James paused from where he was using his shirt to clean water droplets off of his glasses. “Why the fuck would we do that?”

Sirius leaned forward. “Because—”

“One glimpse of Remus doesn’t mean that Logan—”

“But it could.”

“But it doesn’t.”

“But if it had been Logan we were shown on that screen, I would make assumptions about Remus, and I would be glad for that sort of hope.”

James fought through a beat of silence. Lily put a hand on his back. Sirius had seen James’ face in all sorts of ways. Easy, dinner party, happy. Focused, inches from death, or being caught.

“You should tell Leo,” Lily said.

Leo Knut. On their team, too. Hacker. Legend. So fucking young. Could get into absolutely anything.

“He probably already knows,” Sirius said. “Just because he wasn’t at the meeting, doesn’t mean anything. He’s a different department.”

James hesitated a moment before he admitted, “He found the footage.”

“What?” Lily exchanged a surprised look with Sirius.

“Leo,” James said. “He found the footage.”

Sirius sat up. “You mean they were still looking?”

James shook his head. “Not them. Leo.”

Sirius stared at him.

“Just Leo.”

“What…” Sirius swallowed. “Why would he…”

“I asked him to,” James said more quietly. His eyes darted to Lily. “Just…in case. But I’d given up hope months ago.”

It was a very James thing to do. Sirius shouldn’t have been surprised. But the thought of Leo Knut and his soft blue eyes keeping feelers out for two boys who were supposed to be dead made Sirius have to sit down. It was part of his job, sure, but Sirius had spent what felt like an eternity seeing Remus everywhere that he wasn’t. And Leo and Logan had been the closest. He knew how exhausting it was.

“He’ll be on our team, then. When we go.”

James nodded. “I’d say.”

“Good.” Sirius looked down at the sandwich on his plate. “That’s good.”

The next gap of silence was what movies left for something grand and encouraging and sure. We’ll bring them home. I know it. We’ll bring the goddamn love of your life home.

But James and Sirius both knew better.

[astral-skyes]

to forget, you need to understand

a/n- this one is pretty long and dialogue heavy but I need to flesh out annabeth and piper’s dynamic. Also I need help. Cuz I don’t wanna use friends to lovers two times so what trope should I use for Pipabeth help

chapter 3

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Piper

Piper was guilty as heck. Her being the daughter of the goddess of love should’ve made her good at breakups. But she messed it up. Not wanting to use charmspeak on Jason, she winged it and didn’t even get to tell him the most important part. Piper checked her phone again, before getting out of bed and making breakfast.

She had sent a few texts to Jason apologising but she hadn’t gotten a word back. She had also sent a few texts to Leo, he hadn’t answered too.

Sitting down with the fried egg she made, she texted the only person that could make her feel better right now.

‘Hey Annabeth! Wanna meet up? Grab coffee maybe?’

A few minutes passed by and Piper’s phone buzzed.

‘Hey Piper! Yeah, I’m up for it. Where should we meet though. I’m checking out a new school in LA btw’

‘Good! I live there lol. I have a really nice coffee shop I like thats close too. The address is *********.’

‘K, that’s gonna take me like 30 mins to get there. I’ll leave now. See u there?’

‘Yea! I’ll be there’

Piper smiled. She needed someone to talk to about the breakup, and who better than Annabeth? She was one of Piper’s best friends and a person that Piper had gone through a lot with. Putting that aside, she put on a pair of baggy jeans, a white shirt and a dark green jumper she had decorated with lots of different patches.

She left the house and in her excitement, didn’t notice a text from Leo: ‘Hey Beauty Queen. Dw, everything’s ok, Jason’s w me and he’s safe. Calm down lol’

~~time skip~~

Piper arrived at the cafe and Annabeth was already sitting at a table in the corner. The blonde waved to Piper.

“Hey Piper! I haven’t seen you in a little while”

“Same! How has life been?”

“Eh, it’s kinda boring. Ever since the Giant War I’ve just been at camp and school. It’s dull” Annabeth said dejectedly, swirling her coffee.

“Damn. I mean I had a wild day yesterday”

“What happened?”

“For one, I broke up with Jason”

“What? Why? What did he do?” Piper noticed Annabeth said that last sentence as if she was going to make Jason pay for what he ‘did’.

“He didn’t do anything, don’t worry. It’s me. I’ve had a hard time trying to say this, and I didn’t even tell him yesterday but I don’t think I like guys at all”

“Oh. Well congratulations. One for figuring it out and two for being brave enough to tell someone”

“Thanks. Only you and Leo know. I know I need to tell Jason but I’m scared.”

“Hey” At this Annabeth took Piper’s hands in hers. Piper blushed. “You have done harder things than coming out to your best friend. He cares for you, that will never change.”

“Yeah, thanks” Piper said, still blushing.

“I’ve finished my coffee, wanna pay and leave”To Piper’s relief, Annabeth changed the topic.

“Yeah sure. I’ll pay.” Piper said and took out her card.

“Nu-uh. I’m paying.” Annabeth took her card out too and pushed Piper’s away.

“No.” said Piper simply. She called over a waiter who took her card and scanned it.

“I will get you back” Annabeth joked and stood up. Piper stood up after her and they left.

“Anything else new in your life? Maybe something positive?” Annabeth chuckled.

“Yeah actually” Piper said. “I’ve been learning how to draw.”

“Really? Can you show me some drawings?” Annabeth said inquisitively.

“Oh… sure.” Piper took out a small book filled with sketches of houses and people and furniture.

“Whoah!” Annabeth exclaimed, startling Piper. “These are amazing. The only sketches I can do are ones for blueprints and stuff.” Annabeth then started looking through all the sketches. “I can’t believe how lifelike these look, these are amazing!” The blonde lifted her head up to find it was inches away from Piper’s. She pulled away quickly and turned red. “Sorry…”

“It’s fine” Piper felt herself blush too. “I didn’t think they were that good though”

“They’re amazing. Hey, do you mind sketching me?” The blonde had a hint of shyness in her voice.

“Sure! You’re just gonna have to sit relatively still for a few minutes” Piper said excitedly, opening up her notebook to a blank page.

Piper took out a pencil from her bag and began sketching.

After around 3 minutes, Piper sat up and put her pencil away. “Okay, I’m done! What do you think?” Piper showed Annabeth her sketch.

“It’s amazing! I look better here than I do in real life” Annabeth said, smiling.

“Come on, you look amazing in real life too.” Piper answered and Annabeth blushed, then her eyes widened. “Thanks. Wait, do you wanna get ice cream?”

“Yes”

“Alright, what flavour?”

“Choc chip”

“Same! Alright, I’ll go get it” Annabeth stood up and went towards the ice cream van. She bought the ice cream and returned.

“Wanna start going back?” Annabeth asked and handed one cone to Piper.

“Sure” Piper stood up and both walked back to the coffee shop.

“Okay, well this was so fun. We should do this again.” Piper said.

“Yeah, I’m probably going to move here for school. The one I visited was really good.”

“That’s amazing! Well then we should definitely see each other again” Piper said excitedly

“Yeah. Sun’s going down so we should go.”

“Yeah. I’ll text you”

“Not if I do it first!” Annabeth laughed and waved to Piper as she left.

Piper waved back and started moving back to her house.

~~another time skip~~

At her house, Piper was bored again. Annabeth had taken her mind off of her breakup. She sat on her balcony and checked her phone. She’d missed the text from Leo earlier so she answered: ‘Hey Leo, thanks for telling me. How is Jason taking the breakup? I handled it so badly I can’t’

‘Girl it’s not as bad as u think. He’s fine, he told me everything. U should talk to him tho.’

‘Bro ik. I wanna give him a bit of time alone from me.’

‘Sure, we’re alone in the countryside on Festus’

‘Ooohhh so romantic!’

‘Why does everyone say that?? I’m not in love with him’

‘Or are you??’

‘I’m not!’

‘Sure…’ with this, Piper was left on read. Annabeth was all Piper could think about after. She would soon live here and Piper saw a real future where they were really close friends, or maybe more.

[iwillseeyouinanother-life]

Mocking Jay stream of consciousness

Howdy bitches (in a loving tone)

I want to apologize about the harsh and wrong things I said about Gale in a deleted post. I called him cold and aggressive which was out of complete ignorance because I was separating him from the context of his situation. I really am sorry. Gale is a character I do not understand well and that’s on me. It’s fun to dunk on characters you don’t like but not when it’s causing harm and I was causing harm and I do apologize for that. I didn’t want to talk about the books I’m reading without holding myself to better standards and addressing that first.

Now then— onto the fried eggs for brains thoughts about mockingjay (I’m in chapter 9)

- I cannot remember their username but someone brought of the fact that Gale is getting groomed by Coin which hit me in the face like a baseball bat because fucking duh— it’s right in your face and it went over my head. While I was reading I was like “GALE NO— YOU ASS KISSER”— nah girl he is a victim and you missed the point.

- Coin you can rot in hell— you are grooming a literal child (I think he is like 18 but I don’t care he is a child). You are taking advantage of an 18 year old who watched his home burn to the ground. YUCK!

- fuck you snow you ugly bitch— when I catch you it’s on sight you sad sack of garbage. All I gotta do is wack those old ass knees of yours and down goes you and your fuck ass empire.

- Peeta blink twice if you need help sweetheart

- Peeta baby I am so sorry. We are gonna bring you home sweetheart.

- I am not handling peeta’s interview well :) I’m gonna need 10 business days to process.

- top 3 characters— Haymitch, Finnick, Peeta

- I liked Peeta in the movies and the first book— I really LOVED Peeta in Catching Fire— I did not want to care about him because I know how all this ends and caring hurts my feelings but Peeta wormed his way into my heart in Catching Fire.

- not haymitch threatening to staple a helmet to katniss and then eating her lunch.

- FINNICK YOU POOR BABY I AM SO SORRY. Y’all he scrambled to Katniss because he was distraught that they wouldn’t let him go to district 8. He was down so bad that even Katniss thought it was a bad idea. He is SO not okay without his wife and it makes me cry every time. It’s okay princess we will get your wife back— TRUST and believe— Annie baby we are gonna get you :’)

- Finnick coming through for Katniss after peeta’s second interview— YUUUUUUP YUUUUUUUUUHP

- one thing about Finnick is he will snap out of it to protect someone else. Finnick will come through in a pinch.

- Finnick and Katniss are the best friends ever

- mutually assured destruction to mutual understanding that they are both drowning and their is nothing that they can do for each other except drown together— Finnick and Katniss’ friendship progression from Catching Fire to Mockingjay

- BEETEE!! STILL KICKING!! IM SO GLAD YOU’RE OKAY!!

- Gale annoys me a lot throughout this book— I do not see the point to his character outside of pissing katniss off or getting her to participate when she is uncooperative.

- Coin I’m still on your ass— I hate you

- District 8 😢 I lost my marbles— I was freaking out the whole time. Snow I hope you break your foot.

- 🧍‍♀️me hoping the Haymitch father figure scenes aren’t only in the movies

- “if you knew what Finnick has been through you would know how remarkable it’s that he is still with us” OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY IM OKAY THAT DIDN’T HURT MY SOUL AT ALL 🤧

- wishing haymitch was in this book more— where are you friend

- Gale putting two and two together that Peeta is trying to keep Katniss alive still— I clapped. I cheered. Gale annoys the fuck out of me but this was the one scene I was rooting for him.

- Gale and Katniss being mad at each other off and on throughout this book is getting old. JUST TALK TO EACH OTHER FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS THAT KEEP ME SANE HOLY FUCK.

- Buttercup making it into the deal is funny— buttercup getting regulated is so fucking funny to me.

- the trauma aging Prim made me wanna throw myself to the floor and scream— it’s so unfair— relatable because girl same— but WHYYYYYYYY

- when Finnick and Annie reunify I’m gonna run through the parking lot and cheer like a crazy person. I just want them to be happy.

- so far Catchig Fire is my favorite book

- I know a lot of people like to forget that Finnick and Annie are careers from district 4 because we love them and Finnick teamed up with Katniss— I do think their stories are more powerful knowing that they are career tributes. They are a testimony to haymitch’s statement about the games— there are no winners. Only survivors.

- Finnick and Annie’s purpose in the story are more than just being allies or foils to Katniss. They are reminders that careers are also victims. D1, D2, and D4 are all under the thumb of the capital despite the food on their plates and the quality of their lives. Finnick and Annie are both deeply traumatized people who can’t function without one another. Finnick was exploited in the most unethical ways and Annie watched someone get decapitated. All of this happened before the age of 20.

- it was so easy to hate Kato and Clove because they treated THG like a fun and fair competition and it shows how well propaganda works. They became human to the audience (through Katniss’ pov) just as they were coming upon their deaths. Finnick and Annie are reminders that careers are also victims and that no matter how much pride they carry or how big their ego is— they will never sleep through the night peacefully again. There are no winners.

Sorry for the yapping 🤠

[freelanceexorcist]

FFVII Rebirth spoilers under the cut.

OK, so I was off the mark in a good bit of my speculation about Ore and Watashi Sephiroth. Way, way off the mark for some of it.

And from now on, I’ll identify the two as Glenniroth for who he was impersonating most of the time and Jenovaroth for who he has latched onto and is probably in a scenario where one doesn’t know where he ends and she begins.

I’m sticking with my feeling that Glenniroth is Chaotic Neutral, just currently on the darker end of the moral spectrum. I thought I would be bummed if this turned out to be the case, but it’s the opposite. I love this version of him. Like, a lot. He’s so deliciously wicked I just can’t help myself. The verbal evisceration of Rufus? The sarcastic clapping at the end? Using Terms of Endangerment on Cloud? Making him bring it in just to fuck with his head? Sassy, manipulative and rage-fueled Sephiroth is the Sephiroth I never knew I wanted so badly.

Jenovaroth? He’s cooked. Blotto. Pants-on-head fried. His eggs are well and truly scrambled. Not even playing the same sport as his pre-Nibelheim self, let alone being in the same league. And there’s no coming back from even a little of that. However…

He does cartoonishly over-the-top horrible and evil things, yes. But is he truly evil in the purest sense? See, that’s not a word I like to use lightly and I reserve it for the types of characters who do heinous things because it gratifies them or because of greed. There’s a difference between an antagonist killing a shit ton of people with names and dialogue in service of a cause they think is worth it and someone doing it because they get off on it or because they profit from it. And then, of course, there’s the Chaotic Evil alignment. If Jenova is a member of the Gi tribe like she’s implied to be to me, that complicates the issue. More on this later.

Before I continue, I should explain how I interpret Chaotic Neutral in fiction outside D&D.

A Chaotic Neutral character’s motivation is freedom, but I think it’s also survival. They are unfettered. They don’t give a fuck. They align with anyone who can help them get the job done and help them stay alive, and don’t concern themselves with these people’s moral standing. They are morally dubious themselves. They may align themselves with either the good guys or the bad guys just so see what it feels like. The lighter ones may operate by a personal code of conduct or honor, but the ones on the darker end of the spectrum-which is where I think Glenniroth currently is-tend not to.

Torching Nibelheim was a horrible thing to do and something he can’t take back. So was killing everyone else’s pretend girlfriend in his universe, wherever that may be. But the point of divergence for him appears to be that he either didn’t cleave to Jenova, or at some point broke away from her.

See, I think it’s the former, because a common trait of Chaotic Neutral characters is that they can be solitary. They don’t need anyone else. They may have friends and people that they like, but they prefer to go their own way on their own terms.

With Glenniroth, we don’t know how his version of Nibelheim went down, so it could be that he was thinking of all the people who betrayed and abandoned him, disabused himself of the notion that Jenova would never do the same, and said “you know what? Fuck you, too” when he was halfway up the mountain. And off he went to do whatever he wanted.

Along the way, perhaps he also abandoned the notion that he was Cetra. After all, when was the last time he heard the planet speak? The scientists must have been mistaken about what they found in the rock layer. So much to his dismay, he realizes that while he is different from everyone else, he is human.

This doesn’t make him feel any better, because he hates most other humans now. To him, they’re his abusers and his manipulators. They’re the ones who kept him on a leash, used him, tortured him as a child, treated him like a piece of meat or made him an object of mindless hero worship and unachievable expectations. He can count on one hand all of the people in his life that he thought he could rely on, and all of them either died or turned their backs on him. The world’s small towns are safe from him for now, though, because he’d die happy if he never had to interact with anyone again.

His act in Nibelheim didn’t burn away his sadness, loneliness, compassion, kindness or loyalty. Those things aren’t gone forever, they’re just in a cellar with no stairs in the bottom of a locked file cabinet in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying “beware of leopard.” They’re shoved so far down inside him, James Cameron would have to get into one of his submersibles and hit bottom in order to find them again. Now he’s a 6’6” mountain of disdain and spite, and it shows in all of the interactions we see.

But along the way, while enjoying the blissful solitude that comes from extreme misanthropy and not giving a fuck, he finds out that the planet is dying. He wouldn’t have known this before, because why would Shinra ever tell him that? Why would they even care as long as it was all black in the ledger? Those survival instincts kick in, and his mission is now to save the planet. Not because of any newfound caring or respect for humans, but because if it dies, he has to wander a barren husk as a displaced ghost until the heat death of the universe. He says so himself in the Edge of Creation.

Much to what is most certainly his dismay, he realizes he needs humans. Or more to the point, he needs to use humans for his plan to save the planet to work. He needs to eliminate Shinra, and decides that another war between Wutai and Shinra is what will do it. And it will be so huge and devastating that the people will come together out from under Shinra’s thumb and heal the world. And this time, the shoe is on the other foot, because Sephiroth’s about to become the demon of Midgar. Shinra’s going down. Surely Lord Godo and any surviving Wutai soldiers would be willing to bury the hatchet long enough to see that happen so they can rebuild.

Now, this isn’t him having an I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing moment, oh no. Thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of people will die, but eh. Not his problem. That’s food for the Lifestream that will sustain the planet a little while longer. That’s all that matters. All he needs to do is rattle some sabers, plant a few false flags and voila, humans will be chomping at the bit to do what they do best: kill, hurt and betray each other. Out of that could come the unity needed to reject mako, find a more sustainable source of energy and leave the planet alone so she can recover.

This isn’t to say that this version of Sephiroth is permanently on the darker edge of morality. The thing about Chaotic Neutral characters, is that their moral fluidity can sometimes solidify given certain circumstances. Don’t get me wrong, the man he was before Nibelheim is gone. I think the best we’re going to see from him is some kind of anti-hero, and I’m not talking about the cool 90s kind. We’re talking more Byronic Hero from this guy or one of the darker dishes on the Anti-Hero menu. That’s sometimes what happens to these types of characters in fiction, and it can make them even more interesting, not less, because there’s a chance for real character development. He’ll still be a dick, of course, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Assuming that’s what’s happening in Glenniroth’s case, of course. They could throw us yet another curveball and have him in cahoots with Jenovaroth for all we know. That doesn’t seem likely, though, as their goals don’t align.

I’ll end this now, because I’ve rambled long enough. Thank you for reading if you chose to do so. Maybe I’ll post the next part about Jenovaroth, maybe I won’t. It all depends on how I feel when I get home after that fuckwit from Field Services has had another go at me on email and Teams messages. I went to a good school, but that school wasn’t Hogwarts, Karen.

[papakhan]

May we please hear more about Sun and Papa? I love them both and seeing you talk about them is so much fun

Heheheheh ummm okay some Sun and Papa things 😳👉👈

Sometimes Sun arrives back to Red Rock late due to negotiation talks taking longer than expected and the communal dinner is all gone. Papa will drop everything just to go make his son some dinner. Doesn't matter what he was doing, even if he was just about to go to bed he'll go make him some food, even when Sun is telling him not to worry about it because he can cook something himself. Papa just loves his boy so much and can't bare to think about him going hungry, it's also just a good excuse to sit and talk with him. Also like eggs and fried bread made by Papa Khan is a restorative item, that stuff could bring you back from the brink.

To Papa hosting events is a very important skill he taught to Sun and a lot of important like government discussions in the Khans take place Over food (which I have a whole lot of hcs for also, how dinner is like a pillar of Khan community). What I'm getting at it Papa absolutely used to play tea parties with baby Sun and took it very seriously

Sun is one of the few, possibly the only person, who can really tell the difference between Papa Khan his dad and Papa Khan the leader of the Khans. He can tell when Papa sort of shifts from talking to him as his father vs talking to him as his leader. The difference is very minute, since Papa Khan Is a very genuine person, but it is still there. Papa's still just a guy under all of that, after all, and I think even Regis struggles to tell when hes just being a normal guy. Idk if any of that made sense but <3

Last one, Papa can't really get his head around how Sun has turned out the way he has, and doesn't really realise that a lot of it is his doing. My version of Papa had an awful upbringing and he became a raider when he was just 14 to escape his abusive father. As a result he was desperate for his own child to never experience the same awful life despite the inherent violence that comes along with being a raider. He rejected the "my life was hard to I'll be hard on my child to prepare them for a hard life" idea that a lot of raider parents, The Death Hand included, held. But as a result Sun was pretty unprepared mentally to deal with the death and violence involved with being a raider. And Papa just like. Doesnt understand. He saved Sun from ever feeling the need to kill someone to maintain his own safety but expects him to hit 18 go through his intation and then be able to fight and kill because That's What Khans Do. He doesn't get that he's like. Broken the cycle of violence that made "That's What Khans Do" into a thing

[b1ueoff1ine]

Partygoers - Part 4

Loki x Avenger!Reader

Prompt: Your part of the Avengers, and, when it's up to you to capture the villain at an event, you find they aren't what they seem.

Summary: Loki leaves the party without warning, and when you chase after him, he asks to start over, to start anew.

Warnings: Mutual Pining. Fluff. (Let me know if I missed any!)

A/N: this was actually supposed to be a one or two part fic, but here we are with part 4

WC: 1k

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You went and grabbed another slice of pizza. When you returned to where you had left Loki, he was no where to be seen.

"Loki?" You called, but your voice was drowned out by the sound of the party going on around you.

You heard yelling from behind you, and when you turned to see what it was, you locked eyes with Loki.

"Y/N." He acknowledged you with a neutral tone, dipping his head. His eyes beckoned to you.

But then he shoved someone away from him and disappeared through the open doorway.

"Loki? Loki!" You followed him, ignoring the yells that came from the party for you to come back.

You stepped outside just as he conjured a motorcycle and drove off.

"Wait! Loki!" You hopped onto your own motorcycle and raced after him. You didn't even put on your helmet.

You chased him through traffic jams and through alleyways, across bridges and past beautiful parks. When you chased him through a particularly dark alleyway, you thought you lost him.

But then you nearly ran into someone so you had to stop and apologize. Then you raced towards the light at the end of the tunnel.

You ere met with bright sunshine and a small butterfly-filled park. No one was in sight, and you forgot about chasing Loki in all the park's beauty.

You climbed off and made your way to where the butterflies seemed to be coming from.

And that's when you saw him.

Thats when you saw the sunlight that glittered on his rain soaked black hair, the warm glow of the sun on his face, the glint of light in his eyes as he watched you.

You gasped in awe at his pure beauty.

You had missed it. You missed his beautiful eyes, his beautiful smile, his stunning cheekbones, even the creases on his face.

Tears fell from your eyes as you walked towards him. He stayed still as you approached.

"Loki-" you let out a sob of joy as you fell into his arms

"Shh- I've got you." He hugged you tightly.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." You sobbed harder.

"I know- just be still. Hush, dear." He sounded so wise and so loving.

But you knew he must hate you for what you had done. You had tricked the God of Mischief.

You had tricked him. You tricked him, and hated yourself for it. Just like how you hated yourself for lying to Nat.

You shook the thought of Nat from your mind, focusing on Loki.

"I... I missed you." You spoke, your voice barely a whisper. "I missed you and I am so, so sorry for tricking you."

"Y/N-" he let you go to look you in the eyes, grabbing your shoulders. "You dont need to be sorry for anything. I forgive you, and I love you. Truely, I do. But first, a question."

You sniffled, tears still freely falling.

"Y/N, can we restart? I want to get to know you, I want to get to know the real you. Not the one who I met at the party, and not the one who is your 'sister.'" He said in all honesty. You could tell he was serious.

"I want to get to know the girl who I drove home with, the girl who I fried an egg for, the girl who I love." He went on, looking you straight in the eyes.

"I- I am willing to restart."

He kissed you at your words. But this time it was different.

This time he felt like heaven. His lips were so smooth and so soft. He was so slow and so passionate. He truly did love you.

His lips were feather soft, smooth like velvet. His lips were so hungry yet so slow.

You wanted to make the moment go on forever, but you knew it wouldn't last. All good things must come to an end, after all.

So once the kiss had broken, you rested your forehead on his, breathing heavily.

"I love you. I hope you know that." Loki told you.

"I love you too." Your voice was none but a whisper.

Her pulled you into a large bear hug, holding you tightly.

Then it dawned on you. "What am I going to tell the team?"

"Don't tell them, then." He replied.

"What? But they're my family. I need their support and I would never lie to them, especially Natasha."

"Natasha- she was at that party, wasnt she? The one we met at." Loki let you go for a moment, turning you around and holding your shoulders.

You nodded. "Yes, she was."

"I thought I recognized her. Why wasn't she at this party?"

"She was busy. But enough about her."

"Right."

Loki pulled you into a large bear hug again. He kissed your ears, whispering the words 'I love you' over and over again.

"Loki... Loki- I cant breathe." You muttered, unable to draw in air against the force of his hug.

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"Oops. Sorry. I forgot you weren't as strong as me." He apologized, loosening his grip.

He could feel her smile and nuzzle her head deeper into the crook of his neck. "Its okay. Just so long as I get to be close to you." She said.

Loki heaved her to his shoulder.

"Ah! Loki-" she was cut off as he swung her down to hold her bridal style, giving her a quick peck on the lips. "Hey, what was that for?"

"Just trying to show you how much I love you." He smiled.

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And that finishes the mini series of Partygoers! Unless yall want another part?

[lurkingteapot]

What did you eat yesterday? きのう何食べた？ S2 Ep 7

This was another lovely slice-of-life episode. Death is something they'll probably grapple with quite a bit this season – it's been a recurring theme, after all – but we also get to see so much of the love these two have for each other. It's beautiful.

March again! it's been nearly a year!

oh dear Shirou-san, that's the point where you need to put on glasses or strain your eyes MORE

I love how everyone's acting like he's the only one making this an issue while making a HUGE fuss

awww poor bb

Kenji already wears glasses, he of all people should know how expensive these can get … right?

oh man the intro's gyouza are making me REALLY hungry as I watch this at 11pm

the sales clerk is having a TIME

oh no, someone died, huh

annnd Kenji walks right in

ah phew

I wish I'd been wrong, urgh, cancer is an ASSHOLE

oof, at fifty-ish at least one of his kids is probably still in education, too

ooor apparently not (good for him AND them though) (and 22ish is still SUPER young to lose a dad)

don't DO that to people urgh

you can SEE Shirou-san thinking here and it hurts

oh that looks LOVELY. The ebi-fry!

oh that egg looks divine

he loves him so much

Shirou coming for me, a person who has tried to largely ignore their birthday (albeit for different reasons) for the past 15-20 year, where I LIVE

I love these two. I love them. #goals really

that's the cooking music! what are we having today?

ooh hamaguri! not a single chance of getting those here, but the nanohana no gomakarashiae looks fantastic, might be able to do that.

ooh we're making shari?

this IS a birthday meal, wow wow WOW

this chirashizushi looks fantastic!

oh that's SO cute

tempura! I prefer dark meat but this looks lovely

I haven't really deep-fried anything since cooking oil prices skyrocketed last year, but oh, oh, I miss itttt

asdfasdf OF COURSE this was Wataru and OF COURSE he's congratulating in the most offhandedly-(unintentionally?) rude way

oh he was being rude on purpose, I guess that's … fine? then?

oh Kenji is INTO this new look and can we BLAME him?

asdfsadf I love this sales clerk

I really, really loved seeing Shirou-san opening up more and more over the course of this season so far, and this episode was another highlight. We can see him thinking, considering, and we can see how much he loves Kenji, and it just makes me feel warm and fuzzy all over because he started up so closed off, so buttoned up. and now look at him! ✨ growth ✨

[therealpontius]

Bbq (pt5) ~ egg bagel

You wake up at 7am to chris singing in the kitchen, you got up and zombie walked to the kitchen to see him dancing around and frying eggs.

"Morning y/n! How did you sleep?" he glanced over to you but continued dancing " yeah it was good" you yawn and stretch your body "yours?" You walk over to him and lean against his counter "i couldnt even tell you i dont remember waking up" he giggled to himself and you laughed along " so you like eggs?"

" i love eggs" you said enthusiastically

( you secretly hate eggs but seeing him exited? You couldnt kill his mood youd rather sit, eat the eggs and smile)

"Thats great! They will be done in i would say... ten minutes? Go up and look for some clothes" he leans in closer to you and whispers "do a sniff test i cant promise everything up there will be clean" he goofily giggled and continued frying

You walked upstairs and enter his bathroom to see a few condom packets on top of the toilet and dirty underwear in the corner. You grab the closest towel you can see and hop in the shower , it felt so good to be clean again.

Afterwards you enter his room, there was multiple guitars mounted on the wall above his double bed. There was clothes sprawled under his bed and at the door and a few empty crushed cans of beer on his night stand. Yo turn to see his drawers and slowly open the top drawer incase you see something your not supposed to, nope! Just clothes. You grab a baggy misfits band shirt and a pair of camo shorts.

You return to the kitchen and chris grins at you, you see his face turn red a little but choose to ignore it. "Those are my favourite shorts" he points to them exitedly "i can tell why" you smile back at him " well here you go!" Chris pushes a bagel with fried egg, herbs and pepper corns towards an empty seat. You smile and sit down. He watches you like a puppy dog to see your reaction. You take a bite and completely prepare yourself to fake smile.... It was fucking amazing. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull and your body goes limp "holy shit... chris you are such a good cook" you look at him to see him smiling widely looking very proud of himself " thankyou" he giggles and looks like hes got shy.

After breakfast you drive yourself and chris down to the set for the day "so what are you filming today?" You look over at him"im not going to be filming again untill we go to japan next week. You are coming right?"

(The cast have to film almost all of the street pranks in japan because you dont need permission to put someones face in a movie, legally)

You nod and he smiles "ill be filming alot of party boy there, i mean alot" he lies back onto the seat of the car "its not easy having the best dick of the cast" he looks at his nails and fake yawns before looking at you for a reaction "are you saying mines isnt pretty enough?" You say in a manly voice and make an angry face at him, he nudges you softly and giggles to himself. "can i put on the misfits? They get me prepared for the day" chris puts his hand near the stereo and waits for your reply "duh of course" you smile at him and he puts in 'famous monsters' scream came on and he was instantly dancing and singing along, it was weird to see someone enjoy them as much as you, after that saturday night came on and he sang it full passion, it was quite funny.

You arrive at the set and notice some of the boys giving you weird stares because you walked in together but they were all buisy planning the trip to japan. You and chris separated, he went over to jeff and you went and sat with bam and ryan who were playfully wrestling "hope im not interrupting" the boys both looked over and smiled "no not at all" ryan said before shoving bam off him and giving you a hug

(Affection was very common here)

Bam followed up by giving you a hug too "so you and pontius?" Bam said waiting for you to tell them gossip "me and pontius?" You said clueless as if you didnt just spend the night on his couch "you two are fucking it's obvious" ryan broke the silence " no we are not!" You said angrily "cmon y/n your wearing his clothes, you didnt honestly think you would get away with it?" Ryan said cockily "we just have the same clothes, now excuse me i need the toilet" you said in full panic hurrying off to the porta potty.

After you got out steve-o saw you and jogged over to greet you "hey y/n! How are-" he looked at your outfit "your wearing pontius's clothes" his face dropped and he stood back in shock "im not we have the same clothes" you said with obvious panic in your voice, steve-o looked up and you and raised his brow "i have known you since i was 10 dont kid me on now" you roll your eyes "fine! So basically because none of you guys could get him from the skate park i picked him up and took him to his to clean up his wound, i slept on his couch, he slept in his bed and i woke up and had a shower. He let me wear his clothes" you exhaled, it felt good to tell the truth "skate park? Wound? Is he okay?" You came to the realisation that pontius was just trying to spend time with you, sly fucker. You dont even want to know how he got the cut. "Look it doesnt matter i need to go do something right now" you pat steve-os sholder and walk off without letting him say shit.

You sit next to johnny when hes planning japan with jeff and spike, none of them really say anything wich is understandable. You didnt want to chat, just wanted a conversation to not be about chris for once. After awhile jeff and spike walk off to their offices and leave you and johnny "hello y/n" he says trying to be nice but you can tell hes very stressed "johnny we dont even need to talk i know how stressed you are i just need new company" he nodded and rested his head backwards, you shimmy your chair closer and rest your head on his sholder. After awhile of sitting you break the silence "johnny can i ask you something?" You move from his sholder and he moved his head up to look at you and tilts "yes darin?" You stutter a bit, scared incase you sound stupid "did chris contact you last night?" He gets out his phone "let me check" after a minute or so he looks up at you "no? How come?" You shake your head and smile annoyedly "its nothing thank you for checking."

You didnt tell chris you knew he was lying, waiting for him to admit himself. Of course, he never did...

[unseededtoast]

Rectify | Bucky Barnes

Part 14/37 | Part Thirteen, Part Fifteen

Summary: I've lived every day for the past five years looking over my shoulder. I knew they'd come for me, it was inevitable. I was foolish to think I could outrun my past. It's followed me everywhere I go, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Never would I have anticipated that the shadows would lead me to the light.

Bucky Barnes x OC

Series Warnings: Discussion of human trafficking, alcohol consumption, graphic depictions of violence, sexual content, discussion of suicidal thoughts.

a/n: Hi everyone, thank you for checking this out, I appreciate any and all support! This series is also posted on Ao3 and Wattpad if you prefer those formats/platforms! This is a completed series, and it's going to take some time for me to transfer it to Tumblr, so please bear with me!

"I was tasked to get the serum, and leave no witnesses."

I feel a sharp pain behind my eyes as I wake up and hear someone moving around in the kitchen. I rub my eyes and sit up, feeling nauseous. I may have overdone it just a little bit last night. I look to see who's in the kitchen and see Tony there, dragging his feet as he goes to open the fridge. He takes a few eggs out and fries them, I can tell he feels just about as bad as I do from his mannerisms. I go to sit on a stool and watch him fry the eggs, which smell delightful. 

"Here, you might need these." He opens a bottle of painkillers and sets a few on the counter. I nod graciously and go to the sink, filling up my mouth with water before swallowing the pills. Tony takes his plate and meanders off somewhere. I lay my head on the cool stone countertop, wishing the hangover from hell would go away soon because I know Steve is counting on us training some more today. 

The elevator door opens and I hear soft footsteps come towards me, but I don't want to look since it would only make my headache worse. 

"Rough night?" I hear Natasha's voice in front of me. 

"Just a little." I say and lift my head to meet her gaze. She has a slight smirk on her face and says nothing more as she prepares her breakfast. 

"Seems you and Tony had quite the night." She sits beside me at the island. 

"He was down here when I showed up last night, he walked off somewhere." I say and look down the hall. She takes a bite of her toast,

"That's kind of typical of him. Is everything okay?" She asks, sipping on her glass of water. I debate whether I should tell Natasha what's going on or not. It would be better than keeping it all inside, but I don't know if she would relay the information to Steve, or someone else. I sigh, realizing that unloading my thoughts and feelings is more beneficial and the chances of her talking to Steve about this is probably relatively low.

"When Bucky and I were back at the bunker, we grew closer to each other, and I think we both have an attraction to one another. Nothing actually happened, but if Steve hadn't come to get us when he did, something would have happened. But, I know we can't be involved with each other like that and I set a boundary last night. I didn't want to set the boundary but I know this way I'll still be around to help him, I can't lose him again." I say quietly. Natasha takes another drink of her water and scratches her head. 

"I understand, it can be hard working with someone when there are underlying feelings there. But look at Tony, he's with Pepper who started as his personal assistant. Steve loved Peggy who was his superior back in the day." She says and my eyebrows raise slightly in surprise. I didn't know any of this information. But I can't help but feel as though their situations were under different circumstances than the ones Bucky and I are under. 

"I guess it's something to think about." I say, not having anything else to offer the conversation. Though I've only been around Natasha briefly, I feel a warmness about her, she seems genuine and I like that. It would be nice to have another friend around, one that isn't so heavily involved in my day to day life. She smiles to me as she cleans up her breakfast and I leave the island to walk outside.

It's a warm sunny morning, and the birds are still chirping. I lay on the grass and close my eyes, still waiting for my headache to go away before Steve comes down and wants to get the day started. As I lay in the grass, I think about what Natasha said regarding Tony and Steve's relationships. They both got involved with someone they work with, and kept their jobs. However, I still feel as if I have a duty to fulfill to Bucky whereas neither Steve nor Tony had the sole responsibility of helping their partner. In a perfect world things would work out for us, but, the world is far from perfect. 

I keep reminding myself that we'll still see each other every day and I plan to stay in his life for as long as I can, even after I remove the programming from his mind. Until he tells me to leave, I'll be here for him. I know he's upset with me right now, but hopefully he comes to realize it's for the best that we don't get too intimately involved with one another. Hopefully I can truly convince myself of the same thing.

I hear the door open and someone walking towards me. I stay still and soak in a few more rays of sunshine before sitting up to see who it is. I shield my eyes from the sun and squint my eyes, seeing Steve standing there looking energized and ready for the day. I get to my feet, my head still throbbing. Steve doesn't need to know what happened last night, I'll have to power through and act as though I'm not feeling like a pile of garbage on a hot day.

"Ready to pick up where we left off?" He asks and I fake a smile,

"Yeah of course." I say and he gives me a refresher on yesterday. I go through the motions he shows me, fighting back the urge to get sick every time I move. 

Steve shows me more of the basics and focuses on how I can block oncoming attacks. As I practice I feel the moves become more natural and less rehearsed than they did yesterday. I find myself enjoying it a little more each time, knowing that I am one step closer to being able to successfully protect myself if I have to fight anyone. The past two times I've had to fight someone off I've been lucky, but one day my luck is bound to run out.

I hear the door open again, and see Natasha watching us from the edge of the grass. She has her arms crossed, a look of amusement on her face. She probably thinks my form looks rough, and she would be right. I pause my movements when I see her walk towards us.

"How about you let me take over here for a little bit, Rogers." She says and Steve nods his head, 

"Yeah that's fine with me." He walks off and watches us from where Natasha was just standing. I look her up and down and know she could definitely kill me within five seconds if she wanted to.

"Okay what Steve was showing you is great, but try this." She says and shows me a slightly modified version of what I was doing. I try it her way, and find that transitioning from punch to kick feels more natural and fluid. Instead of pausing after the punch to get my footing right, I use the momentum from the punch to spin around and kick. 

"Wait this feels better." I say after practicing a few more times, gaining a little bit of speed each time.

"Steve fights more with his strength, he packs a heavy punch. But we aren't super soldiers, we need to utilize our speed more." She explains and it makes sense. Steve is much bigger and stronger than the two of us. She shows me a few more of the basics and I find that her style feels more natural to me than Steve's did, though his way of doing things is certainly effective.

Steve walks back inside as Natasha and I continue, I wonder where she got her training? I know pretty much everyone's backstory except hers. We run through some more moves until I feel myself start to tire and I ask her if we could be done for the day, to which she agrees. As we wrap up the last move of the day, I put my hands on my hips and catch my breath quickly.

"So, Natasha, if you don't mind me asking, where did you learn all of this?" She smirks and looks to the grass quickly. 

"Well, you can call me Nat. I guess you can say we share similar roots. I was raised and trained in Russia, alongside many other women. I was lucky, I got out." She explains briefly, but I read between the lines a little and understand that it wasn't by her choice that she was there. 

"Well, I'm glad you got out." I say, not wanting to push the issue any further or make her uncomfortable. I don't think it was a Hydra operation she's talking about, nothing of the sort sounds familiar to me. But, I could be wrong.

"I'm glad you got out too, it's good that you and Bucky were able to find each other again. Some of us don't get lucky enough to reunite with the ones we love." She says with sadness in her voice. I don't know who she's referring to, but it saddens me that she was never able to reconnect like I was. 

"It just seems unreal that this is happening." I look down at the grass. She puts her hand on my shoulder with a small smile, 

"Well, it's very much real." We walk back into Tony's building together. Steve is at the island talking to Tony, who still hasn't changed from his robe he was wearing last night. He must've gone harder than I did. I look around, noticing I haven't seen Bucky all day.

"Hey Steve, where's Bucky?" I ask, feeling uneasy about not seeing him. Though we aren't on ideal terms, it's still my job to make sure he's alright. But even if it wasn't my job I still want to know he's okay. I feel a knot in my stomach form, what if something happened and he's not okay? 

"I think he's in his room, I haven't seen him today." Steve answers, face becoming serious as he realizes neither of us have seen him today. I waste no time getting to the elevator and making my way to the second floor. The ride seems to take an eternity as I feel my heartbeat thump. I get off the elevator and quickly walk to Bucky's door. I knock on the door and try to listen for any sort of movement inside. 

I hear nothing and knock again, this time harder. I press my ear against the door once more, this time hearing him inside. I stand up straight as I hear his footsteps get closer to the door. He opens the door. His eyes are bloodshot, there are dark circles underneath. His hair is messy, he doesn't look like he's doing very well.

"What happened?" I softly ask, making my way into his room. He lets me in and stays silent. I look around his room and see the bed is disheveled but everything else is in pristine condition. I turn to look at him, seeing that he's focused on me. 

"Buck are you okay?" I walk over to him and put my hand on his cheek. He's still silent, and I gently take his arm and guide him over to the couch. I sit him down and take a seat next to him. I don't know what could have happened in the last few hours to make him this upset and out of it. Hopefully my boundary wasn't this devastating to him. He isn't answering any of my questions, leading me to believe this is something more than just being upset over a boundary. 

I stand from my spot on the couch and walk into his en suite. I grab a hairbrush and a cool, damp washcloth. I set the brush on the couch next to him as I stand in front of him with the washcloth. Gently, I move his hair out of his face and tuck the strands behind his ears. I take the washcloth and wash his face, letting the coolness rest under his eyes for a few moments to help with the slight swelling. He stares out of the window, never looking at me. 

I recognize the look and know something definitely happened. He only gets this spaced out look when he's struggling with something, whether it's a memory or the emotions that come with it. I can't really break him out of the trance, it's something he needs to come out of on his own, I can help with the aftermath. I lay the cloth down and pick up the brush, walking around the couch. I gather his hair in my hand and gently start to brush out the tangles. I softly hum What A Wonderful World to him, as I always do. I untangle his hair, and run my fingers through it, hoping that it's soothing to him.

"I killed Tony's parents." I hear him speak, and stop my movement. I go to sit beside him quickly, not sure if I heard him correctly. 

"You killed Tony's parents?" I ask, and he nods his head slowly, a pained look on his face. I bite the skin inside my lip, knowing this is a bombshell. I never knew he killed Tony's parents, it must have happened before I took over. I swallow the nerves,

"What happened?" He looks into my eyes, and I can see the torture and strain this is putting on him.

"It was under Zola's programming back in 1991. Hydra was after more super soldier serum and Howard Stark was in possession of it. I was tasked to get the serum, and leave no witnesses. I made it look like it was a car crash, but I killed them both. I beat him to death first, and then strangled his wife. I can still hear her voice calling out for him." Bucky says, tears forming in the corners of his eyes as he tells me what he remembers. I'm shocked by what I hear, but I move to comfort Bucky. Assuming from the timeline he gave me, this was probably one of his last missions before I took over years later.

I stand in front of him and bring him in for a hug, and feel a warm wetness on the front of my shirt as he leans into the hug. We stay silent, I hold him close. His arms are wrapped around my waist as I hold his head. I try to process the information and what it means, but too much is going through my head at once. 

"Shh, it's okay. It wasn't you Bucky, please don't blame yourself." I say, releasing him from the hug and kneeling to be eye level with him. Tears run down his face and I wipe them off with my thumb, looking right into his bloodshot eyes. I hold his face in between my hands, 

"Remember what you told me, I'm not at fault for what I did under Hydra's orders, and neither are you. It's okay to be upset over it, I know it's not an easy thing to remember. Let it all out, it's okay, I'm here." I say in a calm tone. He pulls me close again, and I allow him to let out all of his emotions. 

I don't know what this information means, and if I should disclose it to anyone. I'll have to talk to Steve to decide if we should or shouldn't say anything. For Bucky's sake, I don't want to tell anyone. It's not his fault and he shouldn't have to suffer harsh repercussions because of it.

Bucky stops crying after a few minutes, and I can tell he's still pretty shaken up over it. He's remembered a lot of other missions, but none have hit him as hard as this one. I guide him over to his bed, knowing he likely hasn't slept much at all. He lays down and I pull the soft covers over him. He gently grabs my wrist as I go to take it away, 

"Stay, please." He quietly asks. A pang of hurt flows through me, his pleading is full of agony. I nod my head and walk to the other side of the bed, sitting on top of the covers. I know there's a no-intimacy boundary between us, but this is beyond that. 

I stay on top of the covers and lean back on the headboard and try to lull him to sleep. He keeps a hold on my wrist, needing to know I'm still close by. I can't imagine the pain he must be going through, to relive a double homicide carried out for the most evil organizations on the planet. I slink my hand away from him for a second to grab the cool washcloth I left on the couch. I return to the bed and pat it on his forehead, hoping it helps calm and cool him down. His eyes are closed, but I know he's still awake. I give him my hand once more, and think of ways to approach the situation as he rests beside me.

[pbandjesse]

For some reason I have a cough. But only at home. I didn't cough at all at camp. I don't understand it. But it made my sleep last night kind of suck.

After I did my post I did some stuff around the apartment. Cleaned some critters from the frog tank. I poked around for a while. I had a yogurt. I texted James about how much I missed them. And I went to sleep.

But I had a lot of dreams. About dinosaurs? And a theme park? And I woke myself up coughing and was so tired. I woke up at 6 and was in and out for a while. But eventually my alarm went off and I got up.

I wasn't thrilled. I didn't feel great. But I would shake it off and honestly felt really cute and felt more like myself.

I left here and went to the Y. Jeniya was running late and literally ran towards my car when she got there. Again Dame didn't answer if he was coming. So after 5 minutes we left. He would text me later that he was sorry and he didn't feel good. I hope he's alright.

We got to camp on time. And I was thrilled when there was still scrambled eggs. Which made me feel a lot better. The protein was needed.

And I really enjoyed this morning workshop. We learned about diversity, equity, and inclusion and the speaker was awesome. Such a soothing voice and the presentation was excellent. I also got 4 squares done. Which brings me to 61 squares! I will have to pick up more yarn soon.

Celia forgot to set an alarm and was very stressed when she got there but it was nice to have a friend. Callie was there too but she was sitting with Annabelle and I was feeling weirdly isolated today. It would get better when I was back in my space but I was struggling being in the whole group and feeling very much. Alone.

Lunch was kind of not fun. The workshop was over at noon and I had my class with the feildtrips group at 1. Which was fine but I wasn't sure about lunch. If it wasn't worth it, like if it wasn't a food I wanted, I would just go work up in the art building.

So I waited until 1230. They started putting things out and I was like. Let me go ask about the vegetarian option. Which is what we have been told to do. So I go in and gave an absolutely bizarre interaction. The first worker was like oh ask the man in the back. So I do and he keeps asking me what group I'm with. I do not understand so I say I work at camp? And he's like but what group?? And I was like I'm not with a group? And he gets frustrated and says vegetarians are eating the same as the kids, a stir fry. And I'm like okay, thanks. I can clearly see onions, plus his tone upset me. Like tears immediately to my eyes. So I said okay that's fine, just checking. I have a class to go teacher. And left.

I stopped and just took fries, even though they didn't get everything out yet. I was mad and upset. And I just walked in the rain and ate my fries and tried not to cry.

I went to tell Celia, who was in the nature building cleaning, what happened. And she was like. That sucks. And I was like right? Telling someone made me feel a little better. But I decided I would also tell the office. Because we are supposed to be having vegetarian options that are the same as what everyone else is having. And Heather agreed that it wasn't correct and then Alexi said it might be a delivery issue. She said the onion thing she would make a note of. I just don't want to have an upset stomach. I'm finally starting to feel better after whatever hurt me on the 1st. I don't want it to happen again. Alexi said she might just have them make me special Jesse plate with no onions. Which makes me feel like I'm asking to much, but she said that I'm not asking, that she's offering. And it still makes me a little uncomfortable but we will see what happens.

My classes this afternoon were fun. The rain picked up and it was loud. But they all did so good! And learning sewing was so good.

The only issue was that one of the girls got into the new oil paint markers. And I was like oh please don't use those! They are new! And she went to put it back but in the two minutes they were being used a cap was lost. And I was just so bummed. They all spent ike 15 minutes trying to find it but it seems to be gone. Never even got to use them before that happened. I put the market in a ziplock so hopefully it'll be useable for a while. The little girl kept apologizing and felt really bad. And I was sad but I told her I don't hold any ill will. Things happen.

One little girl kept telling me I was a vibe and how cool I was and that was nice. She was struggling with sewing because she was clearly a perfectionist. But I got her through some tough moments and it made me feel successful. And the chaperones made a point of complimenting my patience. I have pretty endless patience for kids. It's just when a group is large and loud when I can't always power through. But I was happy and the group was happy and that was nice.

One of the chaperones also worked on making a pillow because he forgot his and that was very funny. He did a good job for his first time sewing!! Even if he kept trying to get me to do it and I was just like. No.

After they left me I went to check in at the office. And then it was just parent/camper open house tours. So I went up to the arts building and took a half hour break. I had a snack. I swept. I watched videos about the missing sub. They heard knocking on sonar today. They have less then 12 hours of air left.

I texted Celia and asked if she needed help. I would head down there and help her move the chickens around so she could change their hay. It smelled terrible. But I was glad to help. I also swept the building before heading back ho to arts.

I worked on some examples. And around 6 I texted Jeniya and asked if she was ready to go.

We left and the storm was getting bad. Peiplee ere driving terribly. In the middle of two lanes, swerving, turn signals on for miles. Plus my phone wouldn't connect to the car and so it was a quiet ride. We shared my snack. Talked about our moms and how important they are to us. And then I dropped her off.

When I got home James had stuffed shells for me. I was so happy to see them. I missed them very much. They would play DND while I laid on the couch. And eventually they joined me. I told them about my day. They told me about theirs. And eventually I went and took a shower.

Now we are in bed. Tomorrow I have my CPR and first aid class. The scary in person part. And then we are all sleeping at camp. I hope it's fun. I hope it's just a good time for all of us.

Sleep well everyone. Take care of yourselves. Goodnight!!

[dinosaurchurch]

It's hard having to think about what comes when the sun sets or when the curtain closes for the last time. Death is inevitably part of life whether we like it or not, it's not always clear when one's time comes but that's why it's important to cherish what you have currently.

For the longest time a part of me wanted to say I was mad at the man that I called 'father' once but I don't think I can. I'm not someone who likes to back down but there's even a point that after everything that's happened and the rocky times we've had I didn't want to see him suffer, not in the way he did. I didn't think it would've dragged out this long, four months is a hell of a long time to be a former shadow of yourself knowing you could go at any point.

It's bizarre watching everything unfold from what seemed like I was beyond a glass window. I don't talk much about my emotions that I hide underneath or really like to flaunt them for someone to tell just by looking at my face but I've had a lot of thoughts on this whole thing. How I'm sad at the outcome that current circumstances is what turned out to be the bitter end; maybe it was me being hopeful that things would've healed before we got to this point and I could once again look at the man I fondly remembered as a child but that doesn't seem to be the case.

There's a lot of little actions that leave the loudest impressions on people. Things that you probably wouldn't of thought twice about normally. I've mulled over the negative long enough that I had with my father especially during the course of the last several years where we had drifted apart to the point I didn't hardly breathe a word to him for two years. I want to hopefully focus on the good going forward and the positive impact that he had on me even if it was because of negative events - the lessons I learned for myself not to make the same mistakes. That was something that really clicked with me during the first quarter of 2023. Now that the inevitable is around the corner it almost feels surreal.

It's the funny, little stuff that comes to mind when I look back on my childhood with my father. Having ravioli for breakfast straight from the tin, waiting in line for him to do his banking while I played with my power ranger figurines, seeing the phantom menace in theatre and having to wake him up before the finale of the film, playing Atari games, going on long car rides with Styx or Journey playing in the background, even getting up early for Sunday breakfast of fried eggs, toast, and bacon were all things I cherished from my childhood although not all of them I appreciated at the time what I gained from life's simple pleasures. There's a lot more I could mention but those are just some that pop into mind when I think about growing up with my father.

After all of this time I wonder where did this go? Did I grow up losing my childhood spark - that rosy lens or did things really become as bad as I thought. I think the biggest thing I'm going to miss left a long time ago, it's a crazy thought to tell myself that I feel like I've already said goodbye to someone who was still here. There's times where I ask if there really was anything I could've done but then I realize that even if I could've done more, would it really of mattered in the long run? I cannot blame myself for someone who didn't utilize the potential they had but at the same time I can't entirely fault someone for giving way to being human either. Everyone has pros and cons - myself included.

It's really up to those of us who are still here to carry the torch onto making life a little better if we can. That's why death hurts so much even if you weren't close because you know that there was someone who was. It's part of what makes humanity so special is the empathy and the love we feel for our fellow man, the hardest struggles bind us - makes people realize that we do in fact need one another to move forward even if we don't want to admit that.

I think that's why this hurts even if I told myself I had already said goodbye and that I was done mourning. You never really are, everyone on your journey leaves their mark - even if it's just a footnote at the bottom, it's still there and that's what mattered.

I don't think I would be the same person without my father in my life, the good or the bad that's for sure. I would've liked to say the sunset was gold like it was in the movies but nothing is like the movies.

Until we meet again...

[thedisneychef]

What To Do With Salted Egg White Recipe

Hi there! If you're looking for a delicious and unique way to use salted egg whites, look no further. This article will provide some simple yet tasty recipes that are sure to make your taste buds happy. From savory dishes like omelets to sweet treats like cookies, I'm confident you'll find something here that suits your needs. So read on and get ready to be inspired by all the delectable possibilities of what you can do with salted egg white recipe! Salted eggs have become increasingly popular in recent years due to their intense flavor and versatility. Not only can they be used as an ingredient in various dishes, but also as a topping or garnish. With these recipes, you can easily incorporate this salty delicacy into any meal - breakfast, lunch, or dinner - without spending too much time or effort. Let's get cooking! Omelets With Salted Egg White I'm a big fan of salted egg whites, and I recently decided to try out a new recipe. One of my favorite ways to use them is for omelets! 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You can also drizzle some chocolate over them or add sprinkles as decorations - whatever tickles your fancy! Try experimenting with different flavors too; perhaps incorporating lemon zest could give it an extra kick? So why not take a risk and see what interesting combinations you can come up with? Who knows - maybe you’ll create something truly magical! Give yourself permission to experiment freely, play around with ingredients, and find the perfect recipe for Salted Egg White Cookies that suits your palate and preferences. Fried Rice With Salted Egg White I'm a big fan of stir fry dishes and the addition of salted egg white to this recipe makes it even more delicious. The combination of ingredients in this fried rice dish is just perfect, with juicy baked salmon, crunchy vegetables and creamy salted egg white creating an amazing flavor experience. The first step is to prepare the ingredients: mix together cooked salmon with fresh, diced vegetables like peppers, mushrooms and carrots; then set aside. Next, crack two eggs into a bowl and add the whites from one salted egg for extra flavor. Whisk them all together until well combined. Once you have all your ingredients ready to go, heat some oil in a pan over medium-high heat before adding in the whisked eggs. Scramble them until almost done before adding the prepared vegetable mixture as well as cooked basmati or jasmine rice. Stir everything together for about 5 minutes until evenly mixed and heated through. Serve hot! Salted Egg White Muffins I'm sure you are wondering how to take your salted egg white recipe and turn it into something delicious! Well, I have the perfect solution for you: Salted Egg White Muffins. These muffins will be packed full of flavor, with a hint of saltiness that comes from the salted egg whites. They also make a great snack or breakfast option. To begin making these muffins, you'll need some basic baking ingredients such as flour, sugar, baking soda, butter, eggs and of course salted egg whites. Start by preheating your oven to 350°F (175°C). In a large bowl combine the dry ingredients - flour, sugar and baking soda - then cut in the butter until mixture resembles coarse crumbs. Once this is done add in the salted egg whites and mix well until all ingredients are evenly distributed throughout the batter. Don't forget about other creative ways to use your salted egg whites too! For example, try adding them to popcorn or chips for an extra salty kick! Or why not create savory snacks like quiches or tartlets using salted egg whites? The possibilities are endless when it comes to cooking up something unique with this ingredient. So go ahead and get creative – who knows what tasty treats you can come up with! Salted Egg White Dipping Sauce I'm sure you've heard of salted egg white recipes before - but have you ever thought about how versatile they can be? This delicious ingredient can take your food creations to another level, so why not explore some of the options available and get creative in the kitchen! From salted egg white tempura to salted egg white pasta dishes, there are plenty of ways that this unique flavor can make a meal special. Let's start with making a simple dipping sauce using salted egg whites as an initial recipe. All it takes is some mayonnaise and seasonings like black pepper or garlic powder. You'll also need finely chopped chives or scallions for extra texture, as well as a few drops of sesame oil for added aroma. Simply mix these ingredients together until smooth and creamy consistency is achieved – now you have yourself a tasty dip perfect for any occasion! There are countless other possibilities when it comes to utilizing salted egg whites in your cooking. Experimenting with different combinations will help bring out the best flavors from this amazing ingredient, so don't be afraid to step outside your comfort zone and give something new a try. Who knows where your culinary creativity could take you? Frequently Asked Questions How Long Should Salted Egg Whites Be Cooked For? When pan frying salted egg whites, the simmering time should be relatively short. Usually it only takes about 2-3 minutes to get a nice golden brown on each side. If you’re looking for a softer texture, then simmer them for slightly longer (4-5 minutes) and make sure that you flip them over in between so they cook evenly throughout. It’s important not to overcook them otherwise they could become rubbery or dry out easily. Is Salted Egg White Suitable For Vegans? No, salted egg whites are not suitable for vegans. The white comes from a chicken's egg and hence it does not follow a vegan lifestyle. Vegans need to look for alternatives that are ethically sourced and free of animal products when sourcing food ingredients. There are plenty of vegan-friendly options available on the market such as plant-based proteins or nut butters that can be used instead of eggs in recipes. What Are The Health Benefits Of Eating Salted Egg Whites? Eating salted egg whites can have a number of health benefits. They are packed with nutritional value, boasting plenty of protein and healthy fats. Not only that, but the flavor profiles you get from salted egg whites are delicious and unique, making them a great addition to many dishes. Plus, they're low in calories so you don't need to worry about packing on extra pounds when consuming them! Are Salted Egg Whites Safe For Pregnant Women To Eat? When it comes to pregnancy cravings, salted egg whites may sound like an unusual choice. But are they safe for pregnant women to eat? Generally speaking, the answer is yes – so long as you're aware of some potential nutrition facts about this food item. Salted egg whites can be a great source of protein and other nutrients, but they also contain relatively high amounts of cholesterol, sodium and saturated fat compared to other foods. Therefore, it's important to monitor your intake if you decide to indulge in these during pregnancy. What Are The Best Substitutes For Salted Egg Whites? If you're looking for an alternative to salted egg whites, there are plenty of options! For cooking techniques, some people will use the same amount of starchy ingredients such as tapioca starch or cornstarch to create a similar texture. You can also substitute with other savory ingredients like fish sauce, miso paste, and even nutritional yeast. If you want something closer to the taste and texture of salted egg whites, try using soy sauce or Worcestershire sauce. These options may not be exact replicas, but they'll still bring delicious flavor to your dishes! Conclusion Cooking salted egg whites is a great way to add flavor and texture to your dishes. Whether you're vegan or not, these ingredients can provide some unique health benefits that make them worth exploring. However, pregnant women should be sure to check with their doctor before eating salted egg whites due to the high salt content. If you need a substitute for salted egg whites, there are plenty of options available from dried herbs and spices to tofu or other plant-based proteins. With all this in mind, it's easy to see why salted egg whites can be an excellent addition to any recipe! Read the full article

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Actually, I’m just gonna compile the discord AMA info right now.

favorite book

Batter only reads comics… she loves shonen.

favorite food

Batter usually eats simple dishes that she makes herself-- which, according to the dietary needs of her species, usually include a lot of meat and salt. She makes a lot of krill stew, rice and eggs, grilled fish or bird, noodle soup, etc.. Less frequently, she loves deep-fried seafood of pretty much any kind.

I’ve already mentioned melon, but she also loves taiyaki and fruit soda.

btw, my headcanon that they're omnivorous but lean towards meat-eating comes from this artbook page, where eating fruit is talked about like its like, a new fad that The Kids are doing

least favorite food

She doesn't like things (other than fruit) that are cold and wet. Raw fish and shellfish and (most) pickled and fermented foods are things used in Octarian cuisine that she just can't stand. Caviar is on the fence.

traditional instruments

Nope! She can't play any instruments. The two threads of Octarian music are the older Japanesque tradition and the more recent "octopuses be jockeying discs" electronic retrofuturistic explosion, but she isn't good with either. Loves to listen, though!

octarian superstition

I liked thinking about this, so here's a few! Unsurprisingly (but uniquely, since Inklings don't place nearly as much importance on the number ten,) Octarians find eight to be a lucky number. This carries to four to a lesser degree, while five and nine have bad vibes.

A machine will work better and longer if some part of it has been brought from an older machine-- the longer the previous one had operated, the stronger the effect.

Rapidly moving waves on the ocean mean you have to be careful, because disaster is looming. Since Octarians no longer live where they can see the ocean, though, interpreting the movements of groundwater has evolved into its own kind of fortune-telling.

they also definitely have something like this https://www.taipeitimes.com/News/feat/archives/2020/11/19/2003747175

I think Octarians probably come off as more superstitious than Inklings do... wanting to feel in control of a world thats dealt you some shitty hands will do that to ya 

hospitality

Perhaps surprisingly, it’s very important to Octarians. Since supplies are often tight in the underground, hoarding and selfishness are looked on very poorly. If someone has guests, they try to appear as effortlessly generous-- with the assumption that they can rely on others for the same treatment if the roles are reversed. This even applies to a lot of outsiders, since it’s generally assumed that if you were born on the surface but ended up in the Domes, you’re pretty down on your luck.

sleep routine

She’s the kind of person who can’t go on her phone within an hour of falling asleep… needs to achieve mental stillness. Very diligent about washing her face, beak, and aperture before bed, and does stretches.

social media

It does! And she is, though she’s not super online. She’d be on instagram primarily, and on twitter but mostly to follow official accounts. She likes seeing funny tiktoks but is not actually on tiktok.

favorite music

Her preference will always be the in-universe group Turquoise October (who I’ve already linked in the music channel,) but she can also enjoy engaging with some new things. She’s known to jam to Inkling rock music.

getting along with the mun

My autistic ass tends to find interacting with kids kinda high-pressure, and she’s super energetic on top of that… but, she doesn’t hold awkwardness against people, so I think we could hang.

the worst thing to hear

that her home didn’t matter, seeing the sky doesn’t matter, and her efforts prove nothing to the contrary 

misc. fact

Batter’s coif “unspools” when she’s tired, sad, or sometimes when she’s shocked. It just flops forward over her face.

self destructive tendencies

Batter really doesn’t pay much mind to the possibility of damaging her body, and in fact feels a sense of pride and worthiness from subjecting herself to danger. If she wasn’t semiliquid and able to survive much more than a human, she probably wouldn’t still be alive— and even for her species, her borderline-masochistic carelessness isn’t necessarily normal.

bad habits

She drops and does push-ups if she’s more worked up than a situation requires and needs to vent. It’s harmless but can look pretty sudden and weird. 

cutting someone off

I’m… not sure. She craves friendship and is very idealistic, so she really might take a lot of shit instead of “giving up on them.” On the other hand, she did kind of cut everyone out of her life for no reason at all when she ran away, but that wasn’t in response to anything other than her own intense impulses.

presents

She’s not likely to get this from anyone in IDBD, but weapons. They’re very popular with cephalopod kids, Batter doesn’t have any of her own, and it the sentiment that the giver thinks she’s good enough for one would mean a lot. She’s not great at guessing what people want without being told, so when giving gifts she tends to fall back on food— everyone likes that!

the best bait

The promise of strength, for sure— it’s why in the main continuity she’s fighting for her life in Alterna right now.

family

maybe we’ve moved on from this discussion but! Batter is from a moderately large blended family with her parent (“Dad”) and her stepfather (first-name basis.) She was old enough during the marriage to remember the before-times and is the only child with no relation to Dad Two, but is very beloved by the both of them. Unfortunately, they’re also just… very busy, which is how she managed to sneak out. If they didn’t have other, younger kids to care for, they really might have gone after her, but the fact that they did left them in a huge bind. There aren’t really any authorities they can call once she crossed the border, so they’re just waiting and trying to have faith that, like she wrote, she is going to come back.

embarrassment

Batter is generally pretty earnest and not easily shamed, but gets utterly humiliated when people see her bad aim.

halloween

Batter is in a kind of weird situation, because Halloween does exist in her universe… it’s just not common to celebrate it where she comes from. Trick-or-treating and dressing up are conflicting to her because she isn’t sure if she’s too old for all that. I think she could get into going to haunted houses or halloween rides, though.

GCR winter

Their "winter" would be pretty familiar to her, though, in a bittersweet way. The underground civilization she comes from has genuine scarcity problems, especially with electricity, so shutting/cutting down power for a period is a pretty common event. She... really hated this, back home. Maybe experiencing a similar darkness in an environment of rest and thoughtfulness would do her some good in reconciling her fears about blackouts.