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steddieas-shegoes · 2 years ago
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“You have to keep stirring until it’s thin, like soup.”
Steve had said this four times.
Eddie wanted a divorce.
They weren’t legally married, but he’d like to find a way to end it before it began.
“I’ve been stirring it for six minutes. It’s not getting thinner.”
“That’s impossible. Let me try.”
Steve was the chef. Eddie knew it, Steve knew it, everyone knew it. He was good at cooking. Not just following recipes, but actually throwing together ingredients from scratch and making something not only edible, but delicious.
But Steve was going away for a week with Robin. Something about a long overdue road trip that they were supposed to take before she went to college.
Eddie had every intention of just living off of takeout and the sympathy of Joyce and Claudia while he was gone, but Steve insisted that he had to know how to at least make a few things.
Steve seemed to think he could make a glaze for the baked chicken currently in the oven. The same baked chicken he’d almost burned because he thought he could put it in on broil instead of baked. He was really THAT hopeless.
But Steve was determined and when Steve was like this, he had no choice but to go along with it.
Steve was stirring, frown becoming more prominent the longer he tried.
“Something isn’t right. Did you put the lemon juice in?”
“You watched me put it in.”
“And the jelly was completely cooked down before you turned down the heat?”
“Yes.”
“You’re sure?”
“Steve.” Eddie placed his hands on Steve’s shoulders from behind him, shaking him slightly. “I can just eat pizza. Or sandwiches. Cereal. Joyce is having me over for spaghetti one night, I’m sure there will be leftovers. I won’t starve.”
“But you need to know how to take care of yourself!”
Warning sirens were going off in Eddie’s head. He’d been alone for a couple of days before and everything was fine. He’d made some macaroni, ate his weight in toast, it was great. He survived.
He even ate an apple!
So he could do it if he had to.
“What’s going on in that head, big boy?”
“Nothing. It’s just that Wayne didn’t have time to show you this stuff and you need to know.”
“I can make it a week, Stevie.”
“What if you have to make it longer?”
“Are you planning on running away? Going into hiding?”
He could tell Steve was rolling his eyes without even seeing his face.
“No. But what if I’m not always around?”
Eddie’s gut clenched. Steve must be sick. Or maybe he has a feeling that somehow the Upside Down is open and ready to ruin their lives again.
“Why wouldn’t you be?”
“I mean anything can happen. What if we get in an accident and I don’t make it?”
“Woah.” Eddie turned Steve around and held onto his hips, fingers probably leaving bruises on his skin. “Where is this coming from?”
Steve shrugged and looked down at the floor.
“Robin has anxiety about it doesn’t she?”
Steve nodded.
Ah.
Robin didn’t intentionally shove her anxieties onto Steve, and she didn’t realize he felt them so strongly when she did. She was a worrier, always thinking about the worst case scenario and then somehow making it worse in her mind.
Eddie didn’t really let it bother him until it affected Steve.
“Sweetheart, nothings gonna happen. You’ve changed the oil and checked the tires. You’ve packed every possible thing you could need in any emergency. You have a cup of change for pay phones if you need to use them. You’ve got every stop picked out and we’ll know where you are the whole time.”
“But none of that helps if I’m in an accident.”
“No. You’re right. It doesn’t. But what are the odds of that happening really?”
Steve was silent.
Eddie cupped his face between his palms, leaning forward to kiss him gently.
“It’s okay to be nervous, Stevie. But you don’t have to worry about that. I can take care of myself without having to know how to make a glaze for a baked chicken. Do you really think I’m gonna waste an hour of my evening making this decadent dinner for myself? Or do you think I’ll make a sandwich and eat a bag of chips while I read a book?”
“I know.”
“I know you know. So let’s just trash the glaze, dip the chicken in some ketchup, and fuck around until we fall asleep. I’m gonna miss you for a whole week.”
Eddie’s hands slid around him to cup Steve’s ass and give it a squeeze. Steve smirked up at him as he let himself fall into Eddie.
“We could just go right to dessert?”
“Are you the dessert or am I?”
“I’m the cake and you’re the ice cream.”
“We better hurry then before the ice cream melts.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Steve laughed as Eddie pulled him from the kitchen to the stairs.
“I’m hungry, let’s go!”
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storytowrite · 5 days ago
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|You will always be mine ~ Lee Minho series|
PART 11
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Paring: Minho x Y/N
Genre: smut, angst, university au
Word count: 1089
Warnings: sex, 18+, Minho is a psycho, dom!Minho, sub!reader, abuse, slight BDSM, kidnapping, violence, age gap, Minho is an university professor, Y/N can be hurt physically (and mentally too I guess).
Synopsis: Who knew that accidental fuck in the club bathroom with a handsome man will bring you to a lot of unexpected events.
Author's note: I kept this series for a really long time not sure if I want to post it or not, but I decided to do it anyway, so I hope you'll like it.
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Another body was found this morning, belonging to a young female student. The girl had been stripped of her limbs while she was still alive..., An announcement on television rang out. You were blown away. Another murder. On the TV screen appeared, this time, a photo of the victim. The shock you felt was indescribable. 
The photo belonged to Lisa. You rubbed your eyes in amazement. You didn't expect that the next person to lose her life would be your old friend. But did you really not know? You guessed that, as in the case of Rheena, the perpetrator could have been Minho. But without evidence, you couldn't even do anything or confront him. 
Tears came to your eyes. You didn't miss your friendship with Lisa, but the thought that the girl was dead filled you with sadness. You looked toward your bedroom, where Minho was still sleeping. Why were you actually in his apartment? Why didn't you leave as he slept -  leave him alone? Minho arranged for you to be excused from classes for the rest of the week, but actually why? Why did you even listen to him? 
You couldn't answer your questions. You weren't afraid of Minho, just yet, but you didn't feel safe in his company either. He seemed different from when you first met him. How did you let a one-night adventure turn into something that maybe someone could and would call a relationship... but without love (at least on your part). You didn't know what feelings you had for the man. The whole situation was making you dizzy.  
You suddenly heard footsteps. You quickly turned off the TV and went back to eating breakfast. You didn't want Minho to find out that you were watching the news again. But actually why? Were you afraid of confrontation with a man? Did you have reasons for that? 
“Good morning, kitten.” The man walked up to you and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “”Slept well?“” 
“Yes, yes.” You smiled slightly at him. “And you?” 
“I slept like I killed myself.” He laughed and stole one toast from your plate. 
“Hey, that's mine!” You muttered, trying to ignore his earlier words. 
“Not now.” He smiled at you, biting into the sandwich. “Mmmm yummy.” He winked. “What would you like to do today?” 
“I was thinking of going home.” You answered immediately. “I have some study backlogs... I need to catch up on them.” 
“Hm... after all, you can catch up on them here.” The man replied after a moment's thought. “You know, you can actually move in here, your stuff is already here anyway.” 
“I don't know if that's a good idea Minho... You're still my lecturer. If anyone catches us...” You started but he interrupted you. 
“No one will catch us, kitten. My house is your house. Besides, you can catch up on my subject in a very pleasant way.” He started and leaned over you. “You know, last time we discussed nudes...” His hands rested on the armrests of the chair you were sitting on causing you to have no way to escape. 
“Nudes?” You looked at him with doe eyes. 
“Mhm... nudes.” He whispered, placing a gentle kiss on your neck. “In every... era... they were... painted... differently.” Each word was interrupted by a gentle caress of your neck. You tilted your head back gently, allowing the man more access to your skin. You closed your eyes. 
Minho began kissing you more boldly. He glided his velvety lips along your neck. One of his hands found its way to your leg and gilded gently upward, causing goosebumps on your bare skin. You let out a quiet moan as he bit down gently and sucked a spot on your neck. Your breathing quickened. Minho was already about to slip his hand between your thighs when the phone rang. He sighed heavily and pulled away from you. 
“We'll get back to it, kitten.” He said and went to answer it. You sighed heavily. You got up from the chair after a while and went to listen to what the man was talking about. 
“No, I did everything so as not to leave traces... What do I care if they found her? I don't know Han, okay? You know very well that all that matters to me is Y/N, and that idiot over there had snitches on us... I couldn't let those pictures leak out.” 
You were flabbergasted to hear Minho's words. Did he just talk about Lisa's murder with some Han? Did he actually kill her? You didn't know what to think about all this. All you wanted was to get away from him as soon as possible. 
“I have to go, I'll call you later.” You heard, but before you had time to take a step and return to the living room, the man was already standing in front of you. “It's not nice to eavesdrop kitten, you know?” 
“I'm not eavesdropping just...” You began to stammer. 
“Just what?” He leaned over you. “You haven't been a good kitten lately. I'll have to do something about that fact.”
“I'm sorry Minho, I didn't mean to...” The anxiety started to grow inside you. 
“Of course you didn't mean to.” He snorted, hardly convinced. “Now tell me, what did you manage to hear?” 
“Nothing, I swear!” You replied, taking a step back. 
“Don't lie.” Said Minho a little more sharply, taking a step forward. You stepped back even more, encountering a wall with your back. You watched him, fear beginning to paint on your face. 
“I'm not lying!” You shouted in helplessness. “All I know is that you talked to some Han and nothing else! And you said something about some snitches...” 
“So you heard something after all! And you tried to deny it!” He said loudly, clearly irritated. “I don't like lying, Y/N. And I won't tolerate it.” 
“I'm sorry... I didn't mean to.” Tears appeared in your eyes. Minho looked at you and moved away sighing slightly. 
“I'm a little disappointed in you... But you know very well that I won't hurt you, don't cry.”  He whispered and wiped the tear drops from your cheek with his thumb. “I love you...” 
You looked at him in shock, not expecting such a confession. Time seemed to have suddenly slowed down. Was the man standing in front of you suddenly confessing his love to you, and moments before he was deadly angry with you? How sick a movie did you find yourself in?
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<- Part 10 | Part 12 ->
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optimisticstudentangel · 2 years ago
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🍽 Feeding side characters from your hand 🍽
🍷Diavolo🍷
-          “MC? Greetings, are you here to visit the young master?” – butler asked you with curiosity.
-          Yes, I am. Why? – Barbatos smiled and replied: “Young prince have been ignoring his responsibilities, so I prohibited him to go outside of his office room until he is finished…”. You let a little disappointed sigh.
-          … Well, it may be a great time to take a break, - Barbatos said to cheer you up. “It will be no use to push him to do his job if he is tired. So that’s why you will bring him some tea and the pastries I prepared. I would have done it myself, but I consider that young master prefers your company more”
-          All right! – you agreed.
You walked to the office room and greeted Diavolo. He instantly smiled at you showing you his fangs.
-          Well, hello there, my darling! What brings you here?
-          Just wanted to see you. And feed too – Diavolo giggled at your suggestion.
-          Why so? Oh but I am not refusing your offer, quite the opposite. You intrigued me, - he pulled a chair over to you so you could sit down. You poured him strawberry flavored tea, and started to cut the cake into slices. You gave him a plate with a pastry and he grabbed a spoon to eat it.
-          Stop, what are you doing? – Diavolo froze and awkwardly smiled: “Is something wrong?”
-          I will be feeding you, so just sit back and open your mouth, ok?
-          Heheh, well why not - he opened his mouth and looked at you intently. You took a small piece of cake with a spoon and brought it to his lips. He did not immediately eat the piece, smiling at you with a cheeky smile before doing that.
-          Mhm, delicious. But doesn’t compare with your sweetness, - he flustered you, and for what. You looked at his grinning expression and noticed the crème on his lips. Without any regret you kissed him and gave a sly smile.
-          What…
-          There was a crème – you kissed that spot again.
-          Oh, darling… Could you check again if it’s clean or not? – he said with blushing face.
☕︎Barbatos☕︎
-          Will this be enough amount of sugar or should I add more? – you asked Barbatos.
-          Enough. You may leave the rest for me. I will roll out the dough, so you can have a rest. Thanks for your help, you really did a good job, my love, - he praised you. You wanted to help him, to stay with him and just talk. Sometimes you need more, more of him and his company. So you look for something to do.  
-          You haven’t started making the cream, have you? I can help!
-          Love, take a break.
-          No I insist. I am getting hungry… - you find the excuse to do as you please.
-          All right then, - he finally accepted your tender.
You took the ingredients for the cream and started mixing everything together in the thicket. Gently stirring everything with a whisk, you looked at the statuesque male figure. He is so handsome you thought.
When the cream was ready, you approached Barbatos and offered to try it.
-          MC, I’ve got batter hands. I am afraid I can’t taste it now.
-          No need to worry about that, - you said. You brought a spoon of cream close to his mouth, so he could lick it. His head bent closer to your level, he slowly ran his tongue over the cream whisk.
-          So?
-          Good. Very good. You’ve improved, my love.
-          Is that so? Well, I think we should do this more then, especially the test tasting part, hehe.  
 🌮Simeon🌮
After a long night of teaching Simeon how to use his phone, it was decided for you to stay the night in his room. You woke up earlier than him, which is a rare sight. You thought that you would use this moment to cook something for him as a love gesture. He didn’t move an inch when you got up. So he’ll probably lay in his bed for another hour.
You started making his famous BLT sandwiches. You cut the vegetables, fried the meat and prepared slices of toasts. After you’ve done the cooking, you rushed to Simeon’s room.
-          Aww, such a sleepyhead, - you whispered.
-          I wouldn’t agree on that statement, - Simeon answered with closed eyes. “Anyway where have you been, it was so cold and lonely laying without you”
-          It doesn’t matter, I am here now, so everything is good. As an apology would you take this, - you held the sandwich up to the Simeon’s face. Because of the smell, the angel opened his eyes. You decided to keep holding the sandwich for him, so he could eat without using his hands. He was so cute like that.
-          It’s very tasty, I must say. But you still owe me…
-          What should I do to make you forgive me?
-          A kiss might me reconsider, - angel said. You gently kissed him first on the cheek, then on the lips, then on the neck.
-          I gave you three. Am I forgiven now? – he kissed you again: “Yes, you are now”
 🍨Solomon🍨
Solomon asked you to keep him a company while he would buy different magic things and you agreed. Both of you entered various kinds of shops and took many stuff. “Does Solomon really needs all of this” – you started questioning yourself. “And how is he going to lift it all by himself? All these things are sure heavy” – you thought.
-          Um… Solomon do you need a hand? – you asked.
-          Oh no, it’s not a problem for me. I already made you spend your free time with me, so just relax and do not move a finger, - he declined your offer. “Besides, if I get exhausted I can summon a demon and make him carry all the stuff I got. Asmo will do” – he said with a smile.
You laughed at his words. “Asmo will get mad” – you added. “But seriously isn’t there a thing I can help you with?” – you still continued to ask the sorcerer.
Solomon pondered, his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance. He seems to have figured out what to do with you. "Be kind, my dear, take us both ice cream," the sorcerer asked.
You smiled brightly and bought the sweet food.
You looked at Solomon with delight, expecting something. "Hmm?" - Solomon looked at you in surprise, not understanding what you wanted from him.  
-          Open your mouth, silly. How do you expect to eat the ice cream, with full hands?
-          Oh yeah, you are right, - Solomon licked the ice cream. “Delicious” – he said with happy expression.
While Solomon was enjoying the taste of the delicacy, you could not restrain yourself and stroked his head, from which the sorcerer made a cute sound.  
He realized that it was pretty hearable, and asked you not to tell about it to anybody.
-          Well, if only I can hear it again, - you said jokingly.
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lucysweatslove · 1 year ago
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(Tw ED related stuff under the readmore, this time talking about purging too)
(Don’t worry I’m safe/fine and didn’t engage in any disordered behavior)
So y’all know how I went on a hike yesterday and saw beautiful foresty sights?
Well idk how many calories I actually burned because fuck that, but I was out for a while, about 2.5 hours of actual moving but that involves very slow going on snowy patches. I spent maybe half an hour total with taking pics or stopping for a snack midway, some of that time getting low underneath trees to get closer to the creek (which was very active!).
Anyway, I was SUPER HUNGRY yesterday which is totally fine because 2.5 hours of activity requires fuel.
But today I’ve been having like a really hard time feeling full and satisfied, which is probably also related to hiking. Doubly annoying is that my body doesn’t want protein. Like I had a protein heavy breakfast but needed to pair it with potatoes (which, like carrots, are absolutely not a vegetable 😉) and toast because alone the idea of eggs and a vegan sausage like. I felt nauseated thinking about it.
Now I believe my body is trying to replenish its glycogen and is like “feed me carbs so I can continue to take you on hikes through knee deep snow!” which is fine but I don’t make carb heavy meals. Like they just aren’t in my repertoire of things to cook. And the few I do make that are carb heavy are also still protein heavy- like a turkey bagel sandwich is carb heavy because carbs in bagel, but I also put goat cheese (maybe with avo) and deli turkey on it and have vegetables and dip which I like with yogurt. Even my pasta is more protein heavy because I use lentil pasta (I honestly love the taste). Anyway most of the meals I know how to make and can do without much executive planning will have 25-35g protein in it.
And my body today is just not wanting it. I try, and the moment meat is being cooked, or cooked meat is being prepared, or I even smell the yogurt or milk, I literally feel so sick.
I could just eat carby things alone but something about it ALSO felt wrong- like just a bagel? Boring. Bagel with jam? Also boring. Also, snacky. I couldn’t bring myself to actually make a meal- even like, cutting up fruit I just couldn’t do. It didn’t make any sense to me. So after breakfast I finished an older protein bar I had forgotten about from last week, and then just didn’t eat.
Husband made (quite large) garlic knots tonight to use up old pizza dough. THIS smelled divine. I ate one- still hungry. Second- still hungry. Third- why tf am I still hungry? He only made 6, 3 for me and 3 for him, so I couldn’t have another one. So I was rummaging through the cabinets and remembered all the candy and treats we got on Sunday. I still had some of those, so I finished off the licorice and hello panda cookies (maybe 1-1.5 “recommended servings” left for each), have a couple pieces of fruit mochi, even have some coffee candies and a lychee gummy because they sounded super good. I was sipping water throughout too, as I do throughout the day.
But nope, still hungry. And now I’m craving something salty. Like great I satisfied my need for carbs, but my body is still hungry and is now wanting salt. So I have a couple handfuls of cashews. Keep in mind this is all spread out around 3.5 hours. It’s not all at once. I’m giving myself time to eat, to get it in my body, have my hormones adjust to the new fuel, etc.
Finally, after the cashews, I feel ACTUALLY satisfied and full. Not sick full but like, appropriate full. The full that means I won’t be hungry at an inappropriate time but I’m not over full. No more cravings. Like “move on with your life” full.
But what does my brain decide to do with this? It’s like I’m 19 or 20 again and my brain is saying “nope we can’t feel full, hunger is good, get rid of it.” (Note: I primarily exercise purged, so this little voice isn’t just like throw it up or abuse laxatives, which I also have done, but also “count up all the calories, try to estimate, and then go to the gym and burn it all off, you haven’t gone since Tuesday!”)
It’s just this small little instinctual urge which is likely coming up because stress and new scholastic endeavors and being forced to have people perceive me. Just got me in that old headspace again because of situational similarities.
Also: the fact that it was cashews that did it at the very end is killing me. Like not even after the mochi or the lychee gummy. Something with micronutrients and very very much needed salt because I DO get dizzy without it. Something traditionally considered “healthy.” THAT is what turned ED brain on. It’s literally about how full or empty I feel and how many calories I believe I’ve eaten vs burned in a day. Doesn’t matter where it’s from. Oats or chocolate or molasses or fucking carrots or nuts.
I’m just annoyed that even this far into/past recovery, my brain still goes back ten years when my body literally just feels NORMAL. Ten years into recovery and my brain is STILL triggered sometimes just by *actually feeling fully and completely satisfied.*
Anyway: I’m totally safe, not going to do anything, it was just like this little whisper of old times which I can easily tell to stfu now, but these moments are so rare I forget they exist and when they come back, it’s just a reminder that I will likely always have them trying to peak through stressful times.
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girlscience · 5 months ago
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maybe I should list some things that don't (or at least haven't yet made me nauseous) so I can have a go to list? let's see how many I can think of
Edit: couldn't think of many sooo I ended up adding some ideas and thoughts too. It really sucks how little food I could think of that I definitely knew I always like and am pretty much always okay making. I thought I would have more than 3 items on that list before I started listing things I've only made once or less :/ there has to be more that I've made and eaten and consistently enjoyed in the past 3 years, right???? 😓
-peanut butter banana smoothies (must contain lots of ice, can sometimes contain strawberries, must never contain yogurt, spinach, or other berries. definitely no protein powder, blegh. mixed berry smoothies are okay on occasion but do some times make me ick)
-banana pancake (as long as I have old frozen bananas and eggs, this is fast and easy. I can just make one big one and it doesn't take any prep or much clean up. can add vanilla and cinnamon)
-homemade spaghetti (just regular noodles and sauce, definitely include ground beef, can sometimes include veggies like carrot, pepper, or broccoli. do not use chunky sauce or italian sausage)
-viking bacon with toast (soooo good 🤤 onions, apples, bacon, and toast. I should get a smaller thing of bacon and maybe pre-prepped onions and I think I would make this all the time. I should write down the recipe from the youtube video so I can access it easier)
-redwall soup (if I got pre-prepped veggies it would probably go a lot quicker and I don't see myself getting sick of that soup ever. definitely include italian sausage. do have to find a better way to freeze the leftovers though)
-taco salad (this is a tentative one, haven't made taco salad myself since living on my own, but if I included ground beef with taco seasoning, black beans, salsa without chunks, sour cream, and a small amount of shredded cheese, I think it would be okay? maybe some guacamole or onions too. chips would probably be a hit or miss addition)
-chili (haven't made it before on my own either, but I don't think I've ever disliked a chili (mmm except maybe one with chocolate in it, wasn't a huge fan of that one). has to have a lot of meat and can have tomato chunks, but not the super big stewed tomatoes)
-trifle (not a health food by any means, but mixed berries, whipped cream, and angel food cake??? cannot go wrong. delicious all the time)
Some things I've never made but might look up how to make are italian beef (it can be on its own or in a sandwich, but I don't know if I can make it without a slow cooker), cream cheese rangoons (it can't be very many ingredients, but frying it might make a mess I would never want to deal with again), and chai (it's not a food, but I could drink good chai every single day and never get tired of it).
Well, that's at least a bit more of a positive place to end on for now... There are things I can make and do enjoy eating. I just have to maybe put more work into figuring out what they are than I have been up to this point. And maybe put in more work than some other people to find things I enjoy making and that don't make me feel sick. Maybe if I am consistently making things I actually want to eat all the time and I can figure out ways to not hate the entire process I will enjoy cooking a little more. Positive thoughts, positive thoughts lol.
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gotjacobian · 10 months ago
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I watched BDG's breakfast sandwich video the other day. I think the sandwich he makes is perfectly serviceable, but I know in my heart that the one I make is 1) faster, 2) tastier, and 3) vegetarian friendly and therefore better. This is one of the few areas in which I permit myself arrogance. Here is how I make it - it takes ten minutes and you *can* add meat and hash browns or whatever to it if you really want. I just think it's a superior sandwich even without those things.
Ingredients: - Bread (Usually a halved Bolo roll because they have those here, or two slices of trader joe's soft sourdough. An english muffin or bagel or whatever would also work. Once I used portuguese sweet bread, which was a pain to toast but was very tasty.) - Butter - 1-2 eggs - Shredded cheese (I basically only get the mexican three-cheese blend) + Other omelette ingredients if you want - Mayonnaise - Minced jarred garlic, roasted garlic, or garlic powder - Half a tomato (I am a tomato liker and usually just chop and eat the other half) - Salt and pepper (and optionally, MSG) 1. Toast the bread. I use a toaster or convection oven, if you don't have one, melt enough butter to thinly coat the bottom of a pan on medium heat, and put the bread on while that's bubbling.
2. While the bread is toasting, beat the egg(s) in a bowl with a large pinch of salt and pepper (plus a smaller pinch of MSG if you have/want it). Heat half a tablespoon of butter in whatever pan you have over medium heat. Once it's melted, pour on the egg mixture.
2. While that's cooking, mix the sauce - about a tablespooon of equal parts mayonnaise and jarred garlic, or two cloves roast garlic, or however much garlic powder makes you happy.
3. Wait a minute or two for the bottom of the egg mixture to solidify. The top will still look liquid. Sprinkle a small handful of shredded cheese on the top. you can add other omelette filling-type ingredients too (herbs, spinach, sundried tomato, bell pepper, whatever). I do chopped parsley pretty regularly with good results.
4. When the cheese has melted, fold the omelette over the cheese. Waiting a minute, flip it, take it off the heat, and use your utensil to cut it in half.
5. Spread your sauce on both halves of your bread. Add half your omelette to each slice of bread. Slice the tomato, sprinkle salt on it, put it on top, eat it as either open or closed-face.
(Bonus: I put Lao Gan Ma on it too sometimes and my girlfriend gives me no end of shit for it. But it's really good, so if that's something you have give it a shot too. Just spread some on top of the egg when doing final assembly, it's great)
(Double bonus: There's a place here that makes toum [blended garlic and olive oil sauce] which I steal from university events they cater. Use that instead of the garlic mayonnaise thing if you can get it. You can futz with the sauce in all kinds of ways too - I have not personally tried mixing sriracha or chopped herbs or something with the mayonnaise instead of garlic, but whatever "___ aioli" your favorite hip restaurant is serving you, try mixing that thing with it and it'll probably be good)
In an ideal world, this only dirties one pan, one fork, one knife, and one bowl, which is acceptable to me. If you have pre-cooked or cured meat you want to add, you can add them straight to the omelette. Otherwise you can cook it separately and add it at the end, though I like it just fine without. I DID try putting microgreens on it once and that was a wreck, they wouldn't stay in the sandwich and tasted bad cooked, so fair warning there. Really do try the bolo roll if you can get them, I like them way better than english muffins.
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keefwho · 10 months ago
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January 02 - 2024 Tuesday
10:59pm
5.5/10
This morning I took the garbage out, vacuumed the floor, tidied up some boxes, and scrubbed Sporticus's water bowl. I showered without my phone today because I've been intentional about not watching/listening to something unless I have an actual desire to because most often I just try to fill the silence. For breakfast I made corned beef hash with onions and bell peppers with 2 pieces of toast. I chopped all the peppers I bought into strips and froze them for sandwich use. I watched Bojack while eating breakfast.
I got to stream on time and warmed up trying to draw my otter in the spongebob maid outfit. I also sketched and priced another guy's commission. I had trouble sketching and was also worried I'd have nothing good to draw because my heart has not been in it lately to the point where I think it might be best to not try and force myself to draw something unless it's for work obviously. I finished both of Shiro's commissions today which put me just over my daily quota since they were both small. I remember getting irritated at not being able to draw her hands well and figure in general. I just wasn't good at it today and I feel bad that some people's commissions suffer because of it.
After stream I heard my new speakers come in so I tried to set them up but realized I had no way to plug them into my PC and headphones at the same time. Unfortunately I have to send them back which reminds me I also need to send back this other thing I've been putting off. I have no excuse since I just give them to my dad to take to UPS whenever he ends up going to town. I also wrapped Daisy's last present that just came in. Afterwards XQC started streaming so I tuned in while I tried to make Hoover stew. I got bored of him and switch to Bojack again while I cooked and ate. It turned out okay, healthy and filling at the very least. I'll probably try making it again. Then I opened a Dr.Thunder and got to work.
I finished a request for Tag which I think turned out well. Then I worked on a late Venus new year's pic for 1 hour. I was struggling with the colors and decided to sort them out later. Right after that I did day 1 of the yoga challenge which wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, she started off with some physically testing poses I struggled to hold. It felt good to stretch though. I did it in the barbie-like flower world in VRchat. This weird guy requested off me but I denied. After that I buckled down and started my new secret project for 1 hour which went well. I enjoyed doing it and it was relaxing since I had TOTK on my TV just resting with it's ambient music and weather.
When I was done with that I wanted to relax so I put on an episode of Bojack. Towards the end, Daisy became free so we called and chilled. I tried playing a little KSP but didn't do much before quitting. She shared her screen looking at Twitter and then we checked Zillow for outrageously expensive houses. We saw a plantation and also a well designed house for once. We also peaked at Disney houses, dog races, and cartoons out of context. She got to bed pretty quick and I played Neopets for her. I thought we were at the end but there's still at least another chapter to go so I was happy about that.
Today was okay, I was very productive and stuck to my schedule well which I always feel good about. In the evening I didn't know what I wanted and felt very boring while hanging out. I was afraid I was dull to be around and was feeling very self conscious about my hair. I think in general it's because I didn't have much to contribute today, like I had no substance.
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duckyfruitbat · 11 months ago
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Pokemon Violet Glitches
Something that I find fun in is discovering glitches in video games that can break things visually or fundamentally. I managed to do that with Champions of Norath by accident while playing with my dad and brother. I've also done it intentionally while launching myself into the void in Simpsons Hit and Run. So in the spirit of my Pokemon Red and Blue glitch compilation, I'm going to list some glitches my friends and I have experienced while playing Pokemon Violet.
Melting cliffs: A common graphical bug is when textures pop in. It is something that happens as a result of coding done to avoid melting the processor and a small lag as you have the camera pan around or even load into a new area. Never have I ever seen graphics melt into place. Often times I'm riding my robot lizard in the country side and I see the cliffs melt as the textures settle into place. The hills are alive indeed, but I don't think I'm hearing music.
T-posing?: One time when I was having a picnic with some friends, we were letting our Pokemon play, we just had a hearty meal, and I look over to see one of the wild bird Pokemon float in the air in its default pose. I didn't know what to think, other than how stable and functional this game was.
Vibrating Dachsbuns: During my journey I caught a Fidough because it's a bread dog and I needed it in my life, and it was a fairy type, my main typing. I named her Honey-bun and she is my ace. Something that I noticed however is that during a battle she sometimes starts lightly jumping in and out of the floor, but not too much, only ankles deep. I was wondering if she specifically was bugged, no turns out it was all dachsbuns that the player would use. The same thing happened with a shiny one I was gifted, her name is Toast.
Crystal Prison: In area zero at the very bottom of the crater there is a large crystal, big enough to encase the professors lab, but also Pokemon spawn on top of it...and inside of it. Every time I visit the place I see Pokemon that spawn inside the crystal and walking around as if nothing is wrong. It does become a problem when my eyes have trouble processing depth and I run face first into a non glitched Pokemon.
Missing Models: Several times me and my friends have encountered moments when items, characters and Pokemon just vanish. One time Honey-bun was fighting air labeled Iron Treads, a friend tried to make a sandwich without a plate, bun, fixings, or a table, somehow they got a sandwich. There were a couple times when my lizard bike vanishes and I'm left straddling the air going at mach Jesus. I caught a Pokemon without a ball once, and I battled without a Pokemon another time. My brother had a picnic horror story where at the end of the taste test animation his flesh disappeared with just his eyes and teeth remaining.
No Animations: When you enter a Terra Raid it opens with the player character opening there eyes in a blinding light as though they're trying to adjust to the light, sometimes that doesn't work out and the cut scene opens with the player staring directly into the light without blinking which my optometrist tells me is a terrible idea. Other times the poke-ball doesn't fall to the ground when catching a land based Pokemon like mareep.
Where's the Dang Music?: So the friend I talk about is a music major with a hyper fixation. They already heard good things about the Elite Four theme but wanted to be surprised during the battle. They encountered the glitch where only the first few seconds of the theme was playing on a loop and was genuinely disappointed with how lame the song was. Then they found out about the glitch.
HP go WEEEEEEEEE!: This one also deals the the Terra Raids. On numerous occasions when attempting a raid I can have the opponent HP to near zero and then somehow it goes back up to halfway, and this was after the shields went down. It does happen when the shields lag behind too, completely infuriating either way. Sometimes it is funny in the sense of "Bitch you thought!"
Clipping: This one is more of a coding error, the player characters don't have a hit box. This is something you only really notice when doing the multiplayer. My friends and I love to just stand in each other creating an abomination of us just clipping in and out of each other.
The NPC's Don't Give a Fuck: Again this is more of a coding error, but when evolving a Pokemon they do it in the world right next to you. I did this in a town and as my Applin was being baked into a pie there was a man walking towards the camera with his Roly Coly straight through my fruit dragon. He did not care, didn't even flinch.
Wall Spawns: This one is pretty common, there are times when an outbreak spawn by a cliff and some Pokemon will spawn in a cliff. There is an infamous clip of someone shiny hunting only to realize that the shiny they were hunting spawned in the cliff and was thus unobtainable.
The Raid Where Nothing Happened: During a Terra raid my brother had, for the first two minutes nothing happened except all the characters just standing there with the music blaring in the background. He tweeted out this clip with the caption "you like Jazz?"
Those were only the glitches me and my friends have encountered, they weren't the craziest game breaking glitches but they entertained us. This game really is a mess and should've spent some more time in the oven. There were plenty of things to enjoy from it, the picnics are fun, I enjoyed the gym leaders, and being able to interact in multiplayer in real time is great. Like with Red and Blue, I can see a community developing around the glitches alone, so more fun to be had.
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unlostperson · 2 years ago
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Dec 15: Wanting to be rich, hating people but mostly myself, and other notes
I got up at 8:55AM to the sound of the blender screeching through the whole house. I actually find this time quite considerate as it represents the last possible moment my roommate would wait to wake me with such a noise, allowing me to sleep in but not allowing her to start work without her smoothie.
I put on my 777 necklace that just arrived the night before. Yes the night before my boss's girl friend hosted an event at the restaurant I bartend at. Even working the event was fun, I could imagine all the women in attendance had a great time. I thought a lot about those women who started and built businesses and influence in their field. The confidence it takes to do so and how they all intimidated me. I told myself they all had two parents and money, enough to build a secure person to launch a successful life. Logically, I know there is some little part of me that can and *will* be in a similar position too. I like to blame my life for not being there already instead of blaming myself. Sometimes I hate other people because of this story. In this moment, I'd like to acknowledge growth because last night and today I am genuinely happy for those ladies. They inspire me.
My parents are dead and they've been dead. I've let that define almost every problem I have about my life. And while it does affect a lot, I think it's time I start learning to not let myself be a victim. I really don't want to be, but I've created this story that everything will be exponentially more difficult for me to do, so I don't do it. I lay on my bed and then move to my couch to watch tik tok, something I find myself less and less entertained by just more distracted by, until I want a bacon and egg sandwich on sourdough toast so much that I find the motivation to move. I muster up the courage to ask a friend to hang out before I go.
I circle the store for a bit thinking about what I'd actually like to eat before heading out to my car, ice cream strategically placed so I could reach in and open the box, before I know it I am home and sitting on my couch scrolling. The morning passes and I've eaten a whole box of TJ mango cream bars for breakfast (six to be exact if that isn't something you'd know). Mindless. Even though my goal is to be more mindful.
I made a choice to go to the gym. I feel depressed because all my current choices are not the life I want. I feel overwhelmed with change, but what if I did the hard parts? What if I let myself trust that those choices I don't make are the ones that lead me to a happier me? Making the choice to do the habits I think will give me a better life at 4pm is better than nothing.
I listened to oversharing at the gym and it said something very concise about what I'd wish to change:
Growing and healing is about slowly learning the beliefs you had when you were a child and doing the work to understand why they don't work anymore. You can do the work to create new beliefs and neural pathways to detach your sense of self from your family or upbringing; this is not what defines you. Part of the process is greif and a sort-of victimhood in stating, "I am the way I am because of this." You get to choose your path. The key is to find the pause between your survival instinct and then move forward in your new set of beliefs.
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eristic-kaleidoscope · 2 years ago
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Glass Onion | Erik Azrael | Trial 1.4 | Re: Ae-ra, AIRika, Eureka, Eri
This marks the third time from the third separate person in the last twenty-four hours that Erik and AIRika are simultaneously accused for being closer than friends, apparently. Frankly, if it wasn't for the fact this was getting really tiresome, the thespian might have laughed at the literary significance of the rule of threes, especially given how hypocritical it all was that every single one of those people had someone they probably cared about just as much and would chomp at the bit to defend just as well. But he is really sick and tired of people accusing AIRika for simply existing, and also harping on him for wanting to defend people he cared about. What made him so separate from them? Just the fact he could articulate things politely without resorting to shouting and petty insults? Manipulating people with pretty words? Was that what made the fucking difference?
Sigh. Right now, he was just severely annoyed at the pinkette two podiums to the right. Both Eureka and Eri had gotten the point of his argument against accusing blindly across, at least, so he'd simmered down from boiling point a bit ago. 
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"If accusations based on assumptions are what you prefer, never mind the fact that you are, to put it, simping just as hard for Mx. Lapis and gutting me about it, then it stands to reason you will have no objection to us dropping the subject now that neither has panned out." And as much as the first source of anger had all the destruction and rage of a hurricane, the second source was the eye of the storm. Perfectly calm and placid on the surface, but bottomless in its depth. "Woe betide me to admit it, Eureka has gotten my implication that I honestly could not think of why Mx. Lapis would go through so much trouble to try and circumvent their restriction, only to be shocked if they knew something had a good chance of undoing everything they had worked for. And as I knew, and as Ae-ra has helpfully pointed out, Mx. Lapis has decent knife skills, which makes them going through this whole song-and-dance routine of sandwich-making even more suspicious in hindsight. They undercooked their fish, grated their cheese, and ate that with lettuce on bread. That is an observation, not any indication of guilt unless it means something to someone else here." 
He sighs. "I am not directly accusing Mx. Lapis because those are circumstantial evidence pieces, and therefore they should be allowed to explain for themselves before we settle on anything. I do not intend to accuse them further until they have clarified Eureka's point." And Erik will magnanimously drop the matter at that.
"In the interest of transparency about the knife situation, you all saw me with the cake knife last night. I returned that to its stand after cleaning, and it was present this morning while I was cooking. When our group re-entered the Eatery to look around, all but the one knife was still present, so I imagine it was taken sometime during the investigation." He glances at the fallen plate. "Presumably, by Eureka to make her French Toast. If it is still missing, I can at least say that I am currently not in possession of any knives from the Eatery myself."
Erik pulls out his tablet. "I cannot comment on why her purse had blood over it, but I did want to bring up the fact that Miss Murphy's final letter in the Trampoline Room had been written and rewritten with some length, and the apples had been cut into but not eaten, perhaps because she was busy writing.. I may not have known her long, but I do not suspect in this environment that Miss Murphy would willingly enter a room with someone in it to write her letter since it was not meant for anyone else to see at that point. The only two people that I think she might have been comfortable with were asleep or engaged with Erik A at the time." He means Kaguya and Byrne. "With all sincerity, I do believe she was the one who brought the cutting board and fruits to the Trampoline Room a lot earlier, which matches up with the last time Miss Danger and Ae-ra saw her depart, the knife having already disappeared by then because she took it. Whoever entered next then sparked the chain of events that led us here."
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egregiousderp · 1 year ago
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Eheheheh those were only part of my tags, but they’re mine, so I’ll answer. ^^;;
So. My concept, without getting into the cheese/fruit combinations in general is that Grape/Cheese on a wheat toast or something is just basically a charcuterie board in sandwich form. So In Theory, it should work because those aren’t necessarily unusual flavors to put together, it just mostly depends on your cheese.
Like. Grape and Cheese is the God Damn Ratatouille pairing of flavors greater than the sum of their parts. (And the cheese Remy’s munching on is an orange cheese with a red grape.) So what you’re fighting against is the aggressive sweetness of the grape jelly. You’d just need something sharper and tangier to cut through. Maybe an extra sharp cheddar.
It probably won’t work specifically with white/potato bread and American cheese because both those flavors have sweetness to them to start with. So if you’re the kind of person who makes your grilled cheese that way it’s THAT CAN’T WORK, and most likely, you’re right. That would be an overall “sweeter” sandwich to start with, and the grape would just take it over the top. That’s the kind of thing you usually balance with a tangy source like a tomato soup.
It also probably doesn’t work to add grape jelly if you’re the kind of person who adds alliums and aromatics to your grilled cheese—which I normally do. Caramelized onion in a cheese sandwich is also slightly sweet, and usually I’m combining it with a sharp cheddar and a sourdough bread or rye. (Both of which are on the tart end of bread, which offsets the sweet of all those nice brown onions.)
I’d have to try it to be sure. But if I did, I’d want one of those really grainy dark loaves, and a sharp cheddar. And one thin layer of grape jelly over the top. Salted butter in the pan, too.
I’ll keep you guys posted! Might have to buy some grape jelly first, and make a wheat loaf. 👀
To defend another point: cream cheese and jelly fits in just fine if all your other friends are packing Romeo and Juliet from home—theirs is just better.
We’re talking a strawberry or raspberry jelly and a cream cheese. So…really that’s just a cheesecake sandwich your picky kid can eat without breaking into hives.
It’s just aggressively sweet the way a lot of kid food is because kids can taste bitter flavors better. It’s not something I’d pack for myself now as an adult, but it was something I could eat when I was say. Seven years old, and in the top one percent underweight and small for kids my age. But again: it’s just a cheesecake on toast.
If it makes you feel any better about your food crimes, my wife has informed me that it's apparently incorrect to put grape jelly on a grilled cheese. I still think I'm the normal one here but no one else agrees with me :(
Everyone stop bullying me and bully this person
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copperbadge · 2 years ago
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Your BROT! is lovely, crags and all, Sam. Seeing it raised a question I've often had w/r/t your cooking posts: namely, how are you able to keep up with eating all these great things you cook? Like you, I live alone, and it's been a long struggle to get myself to scale down what I produce, cut recipes by a half or quarter; granted, I have a limited willingness to eat the same thing more than 2-3 times in a row, and very limited freezer space. How do you handle this?
Unfortunately, mainly by being willing to eat the same food for a week and having a big freezer. :D
That sounds flip, but it's not entirely untrue. I do halve a lot of recipes, but also what you see is like. Maybe 80% of what I cook, and you will note that you guys don't see food photos THAT often. Those cookies I made that you saw photos of with Prowly, that's a full recipe and 2/3 of them went into the freezer. I'll probably be eating on them until Thanksgiving.
I made beef stroganoff the other day -- about a pound of stew beef, in sauce, without the noodles -- and packaged it up into four containers with two meals' worth of sauce in each. Three went into the freezer; when I wanted a meal I just cooked up some noodles, added the sauce, and heated through. When I ran out I took another one out of the freezer and let it thaw. And I just did that for like...a week. Not three meals a day or anything, but sometimes, yeah, breakfast-and-dinner, with maybe an almond butter sandwich for lunch inbetween.
I am capable of making A Nice Meal For Dinner, but I've reached a point where I don't really see why I should bother. I just make An Easily Reheatable Meal and eat it, or two alternating, for a week. That bread looks great but it's just one loaf and it's not very tall, so two slices of that is breakfast toast, and that's breakfast for a week, if I throw in maybe a couple of eggs or some other protein. A bag of chips will last me a month. That kind of thing.
So, unfortunately I think it's just a lifestyle thing to be honest -- it seems like I cook a lot because I cook a lot at once and then post about it, but then I don't fix myself any kind of new meals during the week, I just live on what I cooked over the weekend.
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madlori · 2 years ago
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Food items I am never without.
I like to cook, so I’m constantly picking up oddball ingredients for Some Recipe I found on a blog (usually Smitten Kitchen). But there is some stuff I just ALWAYS keep in stock.
1. Thomas’ Everything Bagel Thins. I eat these for breakfast almost all the time when I’m at home (which is 4 days out of 7). I eat them with cream cheese, Everything Bagel seasoning from TJ’s, and a salted tomato slice. Perfection. They’re also good with some schmear of your choice and lunch meat. A full bagel is just too much starch for me, these are perfect. 
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2. Pre-cooked bacon. I buy this gargantuan envelope from Costco. It lasts a few months and is well worth it. Two strips in a folded-over paper towel for 50 seconds and you’ve got nice crisp bacon, for eating, crumbling on a salad, putting in eggs, or in my case, making a wrap sandwich. It’s so much quicker, easier and neater than cooking up bacon from raw.
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3. Mission low-carb tortillas. I don’t particularly keep low-carb but these taste exactly like regular tortillas so why not? My go-to work-at-home-day lunch is a wrap made with these, lettuce, chicken strips (which I either cook up myself or get at Costo, they sell great packs of them), pickled red onions (which I make myself by the boatload and am never without), mayo and two strips of bacon. Sometimes I’ll make a quick-and-dirty fish taco with frozen fish sticks in the air fryer, some coleslaw or broccoli slaw mix (or just lettuce in a pinch), pickled red onions and chili sauce. They’re also good to make egg wraps.
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4. Frozen acai berry bowls with granola. Another Costco find. I tote one of these to work for morning breakfast and sometimes have them for a snack. They’re really good. One minute in the micro direct from frozen makes them still freezy but soft enough to stir up. This is the item that makes me want a chest freezer for my basement - they come in packs of six and I just don’t want to be at Costco every two weeks.
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4. Wasa crispbread. I eat this all the time. When I do avocado toast, it’s on these. A schmear of cashew spread, avocado, lemon olive oil and either salt, dill seasoning from TJ’s or Tajin.
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5. Crystal Light. This is what I drink 90% of the time (although Spindrift seltzer has been gaining ground of late). I don’t make up a pitcher of it. I mix up six packs each of lemonade and iced tea together to make Arnold Palmer Crystal Light, put it in a lil dispenser, and mix it up by the glass in these big 30 oz plastic hockey game souvenir tumblrs which are surprisingly sturdy and useful. I go through this so much that I order the packages by the dozen from Amazon on Subscribe & Save. It really helps me put down enough water every day.
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6. Taylor Farms chopped salad kits. These kits are the BOMB and they make a very satisfying, big salad. I usually add some chopped chicken and/or hard boiled egg to give it some protein. They have MANY flavors. Creamy Dill Pickle is my favorite. 
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7. Mini snacking cucumbers. This one’s hard because they go bad fast. TJ’s has the best ones although the Costco ones are good too but only intermittenly available. I eat these like candy, dipped in Tajin (something else I am never without).
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midnightstar-90 · 3 years ago
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Live Laugh Love~ Georgie Cooper x Reader
A/N: This is actually the 4th part, but I forgot to post it on tumblr. Hope you enjoy.
Summary: Sheldon refuses to eat solid food after a choking scare.
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A Therapist, A Comic Book, and A Breakfast Sausage
Y/N's POV
After my parents died and George's near-death experience you would think that this family would be tired of scaring me, but now, let me tell you why.
Missy, Sheldon, and I were sitting at the table eating our breakfast that Mary made. Georgie was at the counter putting jelly on his toast. Mary starts to rush us, so that we're not late for school.
Sheldon started choking on his breakfast, but Missy took it as Sheldon making faces. I look up, and my eyes widen like a deer in headlights. "Missy, he's not making faces on purpose. He's choking," I say scared. Mary hears me and rushes over to Sheldon.
Georgie continues to jelly his toast, and I run to get George. I quickly hear Georgie say, "I wish she would run that quick when I need her." I roll my eyes and keep going.
George makes it to the table and tries to smack the sausage out of Sheldon's mouth. Missy yells out, "Sheldon's gonna die! Sheldon's gonna die!" I knew she was scared, so I didn't say anything. What I did see was Georgie continuing to eat, while his brother was choking. I looked at my best friend and glared. He just shrugged his shoulders in response.
I turn back around to see George has flipped Sheldon upside down and was trying to shake it out of him. Mary calls 9-1-1 and I remember something I learned in Health class. "George, Heimlich!" I yell out just before Mary.
George goes for the Heimlich, and Sheldon spits out the sausage. I saw Sheldon look at something before he spits out his food. I looked and there goes Georgie licking his jelly knife.
Mary is quick to see if her son is okay. He says, "you have to... throw away... that jelly!" Georgie just looks at him, and I look at Georgie.
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At School
I close my locker, which is right next to Georgie's. "I should have shoved that knife down your throat," I say as we start to walk to class. "Why, what did I do?" I scoff and side-eye the boy. "Your brother was on the verge of death, and you just sit there eating toast" "It's not like I could have done anything," he says casually. I walk off angry.
We make it to class on time. We sat down and our teacher started telling us about the canned food drive. When Sheldon walked in, she stopped her talk with us to see why Sheldon was late. She read the note Mary gave to Sheldon and was immediately heartbroken. "You poor thing, you had a medical emergency?" The teacher asked the 9-year-old.
"How come the teacher has more sympathy for your brother than you do?" I sarcastically ask. Georgie just shrugs again. I turn back in my seat to face the front with a 'humph'.
Sheldon explains to the teacher that he choked on a sausage. The students start laughing at Sheldon. I stand up angry, "You better shut it, before I shove a sausage down your throat!"
Georgie looks at me scared. He should be scared. Just because I'm a girl does not mean I don't know how to defend myself.
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Me and Georgie were at lunch. I look over to see if Sheldon was okay. He was just staring at his sandwich. "Why are you staring at Sheldon?" Georgie asks as I get up. I start heading for Sheldon as I say back, "because I care about him." Georgie just goes back to eating.
I walk over to Sheldon and Tam. "Hey Sheldon, aren't you gonna eat your food?" I say worried. "No, I'm not hungry," Sheldon says looking down. "I offered him my soup," Tam says.
I wonder what's going on. All I know is this Tam kid is freaking me out. Ever since I met the kid, every time I come near him he gives me googly eyes.
"Well, if you want, one of the seniors bought me a smoothie," I offer the worried child. "Is it organic," Sheldon asks. "I think so. He got it from that new smoothie place," I say nodding my head. "Sure." Hearing those words made me happy. I went to grab the smoothie and then gave it to him. I went back over to Georgie with a smile.
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"Dang, she shares food and she's hot. You got one hot friend," Tam says watching the girl who's like my sister walk away. I sip the smoothie before saying, "one, she's my brother's best friend, and two, she's like my sister." Tam looks disappointed, but I just finish the smoothie.
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Dinner
We were all sat down for dinner when Meemaw starts talking about Mr. Rosenbloom. "You know that Mr. Rosenbloom with the furniture store over by the steakhouse?" Connie asks Mary. Mary tells her mother that she doesn't know. Connie tries to remind Mary by calling the man a 'Hebrew fella with the comb-over'.
Mary corrects her mother, but Meemaw didn't really care. George just drinks his beer, while we ate our food.
Meemaw tells us that Mr. Rosenbloom asked her to dinner. My ears perk up and I say, "awe Meemaw, that's great." Mary asked her if she was gonna say yes, but Meemaw makes an inappropriate comment. "Okay Meemaw, I see you!" I say cheering her on.
Mary corrects both of us. Meemaw defends with, "What? I said 'dessert'." She turns to us and says, "I figured from the cheering that Y/N knew what I meant, but did you kids know that I was talking about sex?"
I knew Georgie knew. But Sheldon gives a confused face then says "no".
Mary notices that Sheldon wasn't eating. "Why aren't you eating?" Mary says. Sheldon tells his mother that he's scared to eat. George thought it was because of the food touching, but Sheldon says he's afraid he'll choke again.
Meemaw didn't know that Sheldon choked on a sausage. Me and Georgie explain our morning to her. "Sheldon almost died this morning," I started. "Dad was shaking him upside down like a ketchup bottle," Georgie followed.
Mary continues to try to get him to eat, but Sheldon doesn't budge. "Dibs on the tater tots," Georgie says earning a smack on the arm from me. "What? you want some." I roll my eyes continuing to eat.
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The next day was the same way. Sheldon didn't want to eat, so Georgie stole his food. I look to Meemaw and say, "I offered him a smoothie yesterday and he drank it just fine." Connie gets an idea and offers up to blend up his food. She leaves to go blend his food, and I give Sheldon a smile and a thumbs up.
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Georgie and I were finishing up getting ready for school. I was brushing my teeth, and Georgie was checking out his hair. "Are you still not talking to me? It's been almost a week. Speaking of which, where have you been. Except for practice, home, and school, I don't see you anywhere," Georgie says turning to me.
I spit the toothpaste out, rinse my mouth, and then turn to the boy. I fix one of his hairs and walk off. Even mad, I still care for the boy.
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What Georgie didn't know about me was that ever since before my parents died I loved superheroes. Their powers and backstories always amazed me. When I learned to read, I asked Mary and George for a comic. Now, every month, Mary and George give me $5 to pick out comics.
I was sat in the back corner of the comic store. I was a usual customer, so the owners would always tell me when there are new installments. I like the Avengers, a lot of them have a backstory similar to mine, like Spider-man or Ironman.
The bell to the door rings, and I see a certain little boy walk in. 'Isn't he supposed to be at therapy? Since when does Sheldon like comics?' I don't interact with him, I just watch.
He wants an X-men comic. Then I notice Tam, which I don't remember him coming in. They have a conversation until Sheldon keeps walking and runs into me.
I give him a very suspicious-looking look. "Aren't you supposed to be in therapy?" I ask with an eyebrow raised. "Yes, but I have to find out what happens in X-men #137." I laugh and show him where it is.
"Listen, I've had my problems. I've been to therapy. I know things can be scary, but we have to learn to face our fears. Your parents must be worried. You can't run from things you don't like," I try my best to help him. "Here let me show you something."
I take Sheldon to my corner in the back, and I show him my comics. "I read these comics because they remind me of me and my fears. They help me, and they could possibly help you too." I say before seeing Tam, "Tam! here I'll show you." I invite Tam to read with us.
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Georgie's POV
Missy, Meemaw, and I all decided to get a blizzard from Dairy Queen. We started talking. "Meemaw, are you ever gonna have any more babies?" Missy asked. Meemaw exclaims, "Good Lord, no!" "She's too old to have any more babies," I say.
Meemaw tells us, "Don't have to have 'em. You live long enough, your hair and your teeth start falling out, you start wetting the bed, you get to be one." I laugh and say, "haha, that's funny. We're gonna have to put a diaper on you." "You won't be laughing when you're doing it," she says, "I might be." We all laugh.
I continue to eat my blizzard when Missy asks Meemaw who's smarter besides Sheldon and Y/N. We argue a bit about it, but Meemaw says it's not about them.
"Yeah right, everything is always about Sheldon. Y/N won't talk to me, because Sheldon forgot to chew," I say, sad because I miss my best friend. "Yeah, sometimes it's like we don't exist."
Meemaw looks at us and says, "I guess Sheldon does get most of the attention. Maybe that's a good thing. If it weren't for him your parents would be on your ass all the time. And Georgie, don't you think that maybe, Y/N was scared because she already lost two of the most important people in her life, and almost another. That girl has been part of our family for years, and no matter who it is, she will still be scared to lose another family member."
"Yeah. I guess I never thought about it that way before," I say thinking about how our lives could be different without Sheldon. I also never gave Y/N's emotions about the incident much thought.
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Y/N's POV
I guess what I said helped Sheldon because he ate that piece of licorice-like a boss.
Tam, Sheldon, and I were walking home. We see police officers at our house. Tam dips, but not before yelling at me, "Call me, beautiful!" I cringe and walk home.
We make it into the house, and Sheldon is immediately yelled at. Mary thanks me for bringing him home, but I tell her that that is what family does. She smiles and I go to talk to Georgie.
"Hey," I call out knocking on his open door. "You're talking to me now?" Georgie asks putting away his magazine. "Well, I'm in a good mood. Sheldon faced his fear of chewing, partly because of me," I say giving myself a pat on the back.
"Well, I'm happy for you. And I know before I didn't really pay attention to your feelings, but I want you to know I'm sorry." Georgie hugs me and I hug him back. "Sheldon and I stopped by DQ for a blizzard, but I couldn't finish mine. You want it?" "Sweet! I get my Best Friend back and another blizzard."
I laugh and start to head out. "Good night," is all I hear before entering my room.
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debbiebeary · 3 years ago
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Disgust and Ecstacey
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Hayden’s belly jiggled and wobbled violently in the dim, hippy light of the room. The combination of the incense and marijuana haze made the doughy expanse of his body appear even softer and more rounded. The curtains were slightly drawn and in the light was a smoky beam, the rest of the room was lit by red string lights and a few kitschy lamps.
In Hayden’s chunky arms, arms with those beautiful biceps that mushed up against his moobs into a cellulity pillow, he carried Ben and Jerries, peanut butter sandwiches, and some bananas (hey, digestion is important, ok?)
“Alright little britches” said Hayden, time to get to three hundred!” He said as his uncovered belly, lightly shined with sweat, surged forward even more as he added to the snacks already present on the table (chocolate, korean fried chicken and potato chips).
Dillon laughed.
“Oh come on I only reached two fifty yesterday!”
“Only two fifty!?” Cried a voice from across the swirling aromatic haze.
“Only two fifty?!” He repeated, standing up and revealing his own two hundred seventy pound form, he put his meaty paws onto his lightly dark furred, pear shaped body and gave it a strong jiggle, “That’s forty pounds since you arrived, it’s only been a month and a half! If you keep it up you’ll be bigger than me!”
Dillon looked down at his stretchmark covered gut and heaving moobs, which themselves had stretchmarks emerging near the armpits and also stretchmarks on his biceps too. His growth surely exceeded his own expectations. And it didn’t help that Garry, whom was the coffee shops resident chaser turned chub himself, was always feeding Dillon super creamy specialty coffees free of charge throughout his shift.
“Yeah. Who knows,” he began, a smug grin forming between his fattening cheeks and burgeoning double chin, both beginning to dominate his features even under his thickening beard, “perhaps I will hit three hundred.”
“Well it isn’t a matter of ‘if’, it’s a matter of ‘when’. And either way,” Hayden paused to toke the joint he just lit, stifling a cough before he continued, “either way, you gotta eat to make that happen, pig.” And without warning he took a peanut butter sandwich and crammed into an unsuspecting Dillon’s fattening maw. Garry wore a lascivious smirk on his face as he yet again watched Hayden work his gluttonous magic on Dillon.
“Remember!” the three hundred fifty pound blonde stud mumbled after tearing a massive chunk out of his own sandwich, “we match each other bite for bite, no matter what” he continued, swallowing the mouthful into his growling, churning tank, giving it an emphatic slap.
Dillon chewed and swallowed his own mouthful,
“Yes big bear-“
But he was interrupted by Hayden once again plugging his airways with the second half of the sandwich.
Dillon could feel the scale shattering beneath his feet already.
Again and again, handfuls of chocolate brownies, of chips, fried chicken (with an inspired melted Velveeta American cheese dip) were shoved into the awaiting Dillon's mouth by the bronze skinned, blonde haired hunky blob. Though Garry was the bottom, Hayden, a versatile boy who when he was a top, was a very dominant top. This extended to feeding.
Though Hayden was attracted to Dillon, he found force feeding him aggressively to be somehow even more… penetrating. More satisfying than the thought of fucking him ever could be. He was morphing Dillon’s body, potentially towards a permanent absolution. He may never go back to the way he was before the summer began.
Dillon could see the twisted thrill in Hayden’s eyes as he crammed in handful after handful and despite the overstuffed pain in his abdomen he kept opening his mouth, begging again and again for the ruin of his once athletic form.
Hayden had heard tales of the pretentious condescension of Brian. Of his prideful taste in skinny boys, his carbon-copied preferences. In this a dark desire lay, one in which to sever Dillon from his obnoxious fuckbuddy. All he would need were calories and time.
Of which he incidentally had both.
“Damn Hayden, you’re turning him into a blimp!”
“Bwaaap!” Was Hayden’s guttural reply, “ugh, fuck. S’cuse me! Turning myself into a blimp while I’m at it too, don’t ya think Gerry boy?”
Gerry was too busy drooling at them both with big horny puppy eyes to respond, but Hayden’s smile curled with smug deviousness.
Eventually the snacks dwindled until nothing was left and Dillon's already stretchmark laden gut was now bright red and itchy with swelling.
Hayden smacked Dillon’s belly, causing him to wince,
“Fuck!”
“Sorry fatboy, couldn’t help myself, you look like you got a full litter in there.”
“Yeah. A hundred food babies in one. Feel like imma puke.”
Hayden snatched a lit joint that Gerry was enjoying and popped it in Dillon’s mouth, Dillon sucked in frantically,
“Make yourself useful, Gerry. Rub his belly with some of that CBD/tiger balm concoction I made, can’t have him purging all these beautiful calories now can we?”
“N-no sir!” Said Gerry, Gerry always turned into a bitch when Hayden threw his weight around.
“Good boy. Alright Dillon, just hold tight,”
“Uuuuhh. Ok. No I can have that last drumstick then we’re done, I’d rather get this over with and just have some cuddles after.”
“Yeah alright, big dude.”
Hayden let Dillon sink his teeth into the glistening red drumstick, courtesy of the local fried chicken restaurant, Han Ten, Han for the name of the chubby korean bear who owned the pace, ten for ten different glazes. Toasted Perilla, butter honey, spicy, lemon, sweet and sour etcetera. They even had a Ghanaian spicy peanut butter based sauce that was a real zinger. But the one they had was the hybrid honey butter/gochujang ketchup, the K-Supreme with American Cheese Dip, toasted garlic chips and green onions to finish, Dillon’s favourite thing in the world besides Hayden’s succulent puckered-in belly button.
Dillon, after finishing the last bite, let out a rather meaty burp and panted out:
“That’s it, all done…” struggling to breathe, “but it isn’t as bad as last time, uuurap, I’m feeling waaay less sick now, Hayden?”
Hayden was in the kitchen, the fridge door shining it’s menacing white light upon Hayden’s summer- bronzed, food-speckled gut. When Hayden caught Dillon's eye reflected in it was his own evil scheming.
From the glowing gainers bastion of the fridge, like an amulet or treasure of untold power, Hayden withdrew a gallon of chocolate milk.
“Uurp! Fuck, no Hayden that’s pushing it too far! There is no way, mmmlf!”
“Hahaha, you like this funnel? Just got it,” but Dillon managed to spit it out
“Hayden no! Even splitting it it’s way too much for me! I’m too packed!”
Hayden’s face took on a demonic appearance as, with the sun now fully set, the red lights stretched the shadows across his face into l demented forms.
“Whoah, shit this is strong weed.” Dillon suddenly remarked,
“Yeah I cut it with a bit of salvia too, gives everything a nice… twinkle.”
“Well I’m not sure ooouhf!” Hayden shoved the tube back into Dillon's mouth,
“You didn’t let me finish… I’m not splitting this with you, you’re taking ALL OF IT!”
“Whoah, Hayden! You sure? He seems pretty full.”
“He’ll be fine once you get your lips wrapped around his cock, Garry.”
Garry grew quiet.
“RIGHT GERRY!?!”
“Yes sir…”
“Good boy… ok Dillon, open up your throat and GUZZLE! Garry. Uh. Do the same.”
As Garry face planted Dillon’s dick, Dillon was reinvigorated and began to suck down the sweet chocolaty goodness. Garry was a master, sucking Dillon’s meaty head, flicking his slit with his tongue, and deepthroating him like a pro, he never let Dillon get used to his w and was building up to a climax rapidly.
“Yeah you fat fuck, we keep this up you’ll be 400 in no time.”
Dillon moaned. The Gallon was now only half.
“Come on tubbs, you know you want it, you want to beach yourself on the couch and eat and smoke and drink until you’re nothing but a big fat whale.” The gallon was empty but still Dillon sucked on the tube.
“Greedy pig. You still want more?”
withdrawing the tube from Dillon’s mouth, his tortured stomach released a torrent of pressure as Dillon sprayed out a fat wet belch which rolled across the hazy apartment like thunder.
“UUURRRRP!”
In the same moment Hayden, smirking demonically, leaned down and pinched Dillon’s nipple, Dillon convulsed and shot his load, hosing down Garry’s throat with his seed.
“FUUUUCK!” He screamed in agonizing pleasure.
Garry nearly choked on Dillon’s load.
“Holy fuck. Looks like Dillon isn’t the only one that sucked down a gallon of sweet nectar, eh Garry?”
Garry let out a burp of his own before responding.
“I’d say it’s rather more savory but yeah. Basically.”
“Come on, help this fat fuck up, I wanna weigh him.”
“Urrp, fuck guys won’t you give me a second?”
“No fucking way, I wanna see the damage we did, let’s go tubbs!”
After laboring them to the bathroom, they made him stand unaided, swaying dizzily under his own strength after a few minutes of assistance, finally the scale read out its deliberation.
Hayden screamed in disbelief:
“FUCK ME! Two sixty five!?!”
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findingvigilante · 2 years ago
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Date: May 18, 2022
I was ready to give up on my search for answers at this point. With everything I've gathered, it felt like I just found a whole lot of something and a whole lot of nothing at the same time. Every "lead" was a dead end. Everyone I've spoken to gave little to no information. Most weren't even willing to talk to me out of fear Vigilante might be hiding in the trees and would swoop down on them or something. This wasn't getting anywhere.
I'm not Lois Lane. I don't dive headfirst into danger. I most certainly don't have a hunky superhero in spandex to come and save me whenever I find myself in a sticky situation either. Especially not when I was risking my own neck for a story about a serial killer that could quite literally take me out at any given moment (antihero, actually. Vigilante is an antihero. The term came to me last night in my sleep). Defending myself was the only option and I don't even know how to properly make toast let alone make a fist and punch someone. I'm also pretty certain that I won't even have time to make a fist to punch Vigilante. I'd be dead on the ground before the thought even crossed my mind.
Speaking of Lane, the finance department of the Planet called me today and asked why I wasn't showing up to work. Which was weird because I sent in my resignation weeks ago so they should've gotten it by now. I explained that I had returned home to Evergreen to chase a story I was interested in for a while. I also explained that the sports section just wasn't cutting it for me and I wanted to do more than just cover the latest in baseball or football. Surprisingly, they listened to what I had to say before explaining that I wasn't supposed to leave work until the resignation was fully processed. That being said, they said that it went through without any issues and wished me good luck on my story before hanging up (they also said that the Planet would welcome me back with open arms if my story lead to a dead end). They had no idea that that scenario was looking more and more likely.
Today I decided to do some work at O'Rourkes. It was quiet for a Wednesday afternoon and the place wasn't as busy as what it usually is on a Friday night or the weekends. It wasn't just a bar but a restaurant as well so I ordered a club sandwich and a salad and did some work while I ate. The tv overhead was playing something about the Justice League but living in Metropolis for so long has made me immune to hearing about them. The same goes for Superman. You hear about him so often that the excitement of seeing him on the news starts to die down after a while. Vigilante, on the other hand, barely made the news which I found both fascinating and weird considering how many people in Evergreen have been killed because of him. The smallest bit of footage of him on the news would send me scrambling for more. I'm desperate for crumbs.
I was about halfway finished with my meal when my contact, Charlie, texted me about an explosion at Glan Tai Bottling Company. When I asked if there was any correlation to Vigilante, they told me I'd have to go investigate myself and see. Fair enough. But before paying for my lunch and heading out, I did a little research on Glan Tai. It was founded in 1979 in Little Cork, Washington and they bottled mostly milk and produced their own glass for bottling. It was a two hour drive outside Evergreen so if I wanted to get a scoop (or any crumbs), I'd have to leave now before it got dark.
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It was 5:47 when I arrived in Little Cork. After quickly looking up the address, I drove there only to find the place crawling with cops and reporters alike. Naturally I saw Detective Song and Fitzgibbons amongst the police officers, so I quickly ducked under the police tape while no one was looking and slipped inside the building. I didn't want to get caught nor did I want to be asked why I was here because they'll know the why. But they won't understand it and just think it's weird that I have a borderline obsession with a killer.
The inside of the building was a mess. Glass strewn everywhere, debris from the explosion flown in every direction. There were even small fires still burning here and there; it was a disaster. But on top of the glass and debris there was also this weird, green substance that I've never seen before. With a pen, I picked some up with the tip and watched as it oozed off back down to the floor. It was like honey but a little thicker. There was also a weird smell coming from it that was unlike anything my nose has ever breathed in before.
The scene didn't get any less gruesome as I made my way further into the building. It was like walking through a haunted house at an amusement park with the amount of blood on the walls, floor and ceiling. It would've been comical if it weren't for the heap of dead bodies lying everywhere. And I mean everywhere. Some with their limbs still attached. Others....weren't as lucky. There were a lot of bodies here for a company that went out of business in 2009 but I didn't let the sight of them deter me as I made my way around to snap photos of everything I was seeing. Though the smell of both death and whatever it was that they were bottling was starting to make me feel a bit sick to my stomach.
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There was a room right at the very back that grabbed my attention. It looked like an office from afar and as I drew nearer to it, I could see what looked like servers and computers sputtering for power as the electricity flashed on and off. Upon entering the room, I saw that some kind of fight went down here because the place looked like a wrestling match happened (minus the blood on the floor). I tried tapping on one of the keyboards to see if I could get anything to appear on the screen but it flashed once with these weird symbols before completely dying. I did however find what looked like a USB still plugged into one of the towers so I swiped that before making a run for it back outside when I heard voices outside the office door.
Back at my apartment, I plugged the USB into my laptop and was immediately hit with a wave of bizarre symbols that I've never seen before. After scrolling for nearly five minutes, I decided to send the file to a friend of mine at Metropolis University who was a linguist. If anyone could figure out what language this was, it was them. After doing that, I turned on the tv to see if there was any news regarding Glan Tai and as luck may have it, there was. The reporter stated that the body of a missing gorilla from Evergreen zoo, Charlie (which I chuckled at) was found dead inside the building along with many others who have yet to be identified. Forensics said that the explosion went off in the production line but as for what the cause was, it was still unknown. Which means that I was led into another dead end. Vigilante probably wasn't even involved in this. Why would he target a bottling plant? Also what was that green goo stuff I saw at the plant? What the hell was going on in my investigation? Stuff was just getting weirder and weirder the deeper I dug and it was getting irritating. The more I searched, the more questions I was left with.
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Going back to Metropolis was looking more and more likely. I can kiss my Vigilante story goodbye entirely.
Update: I received a text from my friend in Metropolis about the weird flash drive and its bizarre language. It left the hair on the back of my neck standing up.
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