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honkster · 4 years ago

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November 30th - Dream SMP

Timing the streams

Little rules to make it easier for me to timestamp

^_^ after a quote - a joke conversation.

:| after a quote - a serious/lore important conversation.

|_| - banter on top of something plot relevant/Something plot relevant in banter form.

Usually if I write *someone* logs on, that means that there's either a little interaction or something that happens when they log in. If something isn't that important, or doesn't relate to any of the SMP lore/drama, I'll usually just leave it out.

Hope that these help get a better picture of all the drama!

The streams that I chose to take timestamps from:

Fundy - Dream SMP - THE CHESS CLUB

CaptainPuffy - DreamSMP - WHO DO I SIDE WITH?!

Philza - Dream SMP - Let's get more stacked :D

Btw Puffy streams end up really weird for me. Apparently the stream starts before midnight and ends after it, which makes the date on Twitch slightly off. So while this stream of hers actually started like half a minute after midnight here and is showing as December 1st, I’m labeling it as November 30th because my timezone is so fucked that LITERALLY EVERYONE starts their streams about AN HOUR before I have to go to sleep at a reasonable hour. Fuckin hell... That’s why it takes me 10-15 hours to get these timestamps out you’re better off reading recaps honestly.

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Fundy’s stream

0:09:40 Fundy starts playing Minecraft, but gets distracted by chat asking him to sing a bit of his song.

00:10:48 He wants to meet up with Ranboo to do a deal.

00:12:03 They get into a vc. (Fundy tries to scam Ranboo)

00:16:42 Fundy deafens.

00:17:31 He undeafens. (To scam more)

Fundy and Ranboo vibes are absolutely incredible. Please watch this.

00:30:10 Fundy leaves the vc and starts work on the Chess Board.

00:31:25 "Did Tommy report today?" ^_^

00:33:37 "Here's the plan!" ^_^

00:39:32 A donation pops up that starts the long conversation about character!Fundy's age.

00:39:52 Thunder1408 joins the game.

00:48:00 CaptainPuffy spotted.

00:57:30 "PTSD" ^_^

01:04:48 "You guys wanna hear me rap?" ^_^

01:14:55 Strider spotted.

01:23:51 "Are you ready to fly?" ^_^

01:31:37 "There he is- OH" ^_^

01:40:50 "Disaster strikes" ^_^

01:44:41 "It's all fine!" ^_^

01:53:50 Wilbur joins the game.

01:56:12 Ghostbur spotted.

02:13:32 "Uh oh" ^_^

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CaptainPuffy’s stream

00:02:55 Puffy starts playing Minecaft and immediately starts explaining about her options.

00:10:17 "Who owns Schlatt's body parts?" :|

00:14:30 "Allegiance to Nikki" :|

00:18:27 Fundy spotted.

00:23:27 "Shovel" ^_^

00:29:40 "Chess Board!" (And Puffy helping out Fundy) ^_^

Fundy and Puffy vibes are great as well! (Is it just Fundy + anyone = great vibes? Is it just because I like Fundy? What.)

00:34:30 Dronebur!

00:42:10 "Uh oh" ^_^

00:46:11 Puffy leaves Fundy and goes to show off her house. But Fundy follows her.

00:54:39 She tries to go to Gogy's house.

00:55:34 On the way, Three Cosplaying Idiots spotted.

00:57:33 She returns to her house.

00:59:45 She starts work on the underground.

01:44:20 "Uh oh Nikki" |_|

01:49:48 "It is animatic time!" ^_^

Sadly, from 01:54:00 to 02:06:00 the audio is muted :(

02:06:00 The ending of Sad-ist's [Dream SMP War] | Animatic

02:07:34 Sad-ist's Dream vs Technoblade Animation

02:10:42 Sad-ist's "The Fall" | Dream SMP Animatic

02:15:00 Sad-ist's Dre SMP

02:15:53 Squiddo's Centuries | Dream SMP (animatic)

But that animatic isn't watched in full. Audio mute from 02:18:00 to 02:24:00

02:24:00 Amanda Fagan's Please Don't Make Me Choose - Tommy's Song (Dream SMP)

02:27:10 Bowl Bear's Captain Puffy The Janitor (Dream SMP animatic)

02:29:11 nice's Seventeen | Dream SMP Animatic

02:33:16 tamato jam's Epic III [Dream SMP Animatic]

02:40:00 Kanaya's Your Unfinished Symphony - Fundy's Theme [Dream SMP]

02:42:13 Kanaya's Marionettes - Dream's Theme [Dream SMP]

I BEG OF YOU PLEASE WATCH KANAYA'S STUFF IT IS SUCH A VIBE

02:49:28 "Oh I just remembered something" :|

02:52:34 "Blow something up" :|

After this, the stream ends soon.

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Philza’s stream

00:08:15 Phil logs on and immediately goes to steal food from Purpled.

00:14:12 "Did somebody just request to go fishing?"

00:16:42 Phil goes to enchant a fishing rod.

00:21:18 Puffy's under-construction house.

00:23:34 Fishing!

00:37:35 Ranboo spotted.

00:41:15 Philza choppy boi goes to work.

00:46:00 The stream audio starts lagging and eventually gets taken down.

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00:11:34 Phil returns home and gets ready to head into the Nether to mine debris.

00:14:45 Blend W

00:27:16 A Donation about people headcanon'ing Wilbur and Techno as twins.

00:42:10 The Angst-Fest start.

00:46:25 Wilbur and Tubbo appear in stream chat.

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT SKIP ANY BIT UNTIL I TELL YOU THAT YOU CAN SKIP BECAUSE HOLY FUCK PHIL WHY

OK OK AFTER 01:05:55 IT SEEMS TO CALM DOWN AS PHIL STARTS TALKING ABOUT RANBOO.

NOPE AT 01:28:03 PHIL MAKES OUR EYES BLEED OUT BY SHOWING FANARTS ON STREAM.

WILBUR RETURNS AT 01:30:10

(OK SO FAR PEOPLE HAVE QUESTIONED HOW TOMMY WAS MADE, HOW OBVIOUS IT WAS THAT KRISTEN IS A FRIDGE, WILLBUR HAVING WAY TOO MUCH POWER OVER MAKING THINGS CURSED AND PHIL SCREAMING AT CHAT TO STOP ALLOWING HIM TO GET MORE POWERFUL, PHIL HAS QUESTIONED HIS MARRIAGE OVER ICE CHEWING, CHAT HAS QUESTIONED WHO THEIR MOTHER ACTUALLY IS AND WE WERE ALL FORCED TO LOOK AT CURSED FANFICTION OF THIS NEW LORE. I LOVE THIS TIMELINE)

01:31:56 Phil shows chat "Sharky and George" and then everything seems to calm down just a bit. (Oh you can start skipping by bits if you want now)

01:41:54 Strider spotted. Commence search for Warped Fungus.

01:52:40 Lagza

01:57:15 Fundy spotted.

01:58:16 Phil returns home. The search for Warped Fungus does not end.

02:00:09 Phil's attention is on Ranboo for a bit, then returned to the striders.

02:25:13 "Uh oh"

02:37:39 "Killza wants revenge"

02:44:00 "Phil struggles with a villager"

02:55:40 "Oh god why are they still on this topic"

02:58:20 "What do I need to save Ranboo?"

03:01:45 Ranboo joins the vc.

03:03:12 HBomb joins the vc.

03:15:40 Phil decides to help Ranboo mine.

Phil really is the dad of the server <3

03:26:08 "Oh did you hear..."

03:35:35 "Secret"

03:49:00 Phil leaves the vc and the stream ends soon after.

#timed streams #timing the streams #dream smp #dream smp timestamps #dream smp streams #dream smp recap #recap #captainpuffy #fundy #ghostbur #animatics #ranboo #dronebur go brr #swearing

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xanderwithanx · 3 years ago

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Chloe does night-time diary posts on HER tumblr, so I'm going to start doing them here, sometimes. It would be nice if you read it, but, please, don't feel obligated! This is more for me to write.

(I got tired of my normal journal, I guess. It's full of bad poetry anyway. Besides, where's the thrill of losing anonymity in a physical notebook?)

I've basically been asleep and depressed for several days, because I had withdrawal after not being able to get my adhd meds. But, I got it today, and DID THINGS. (This is SO much better than before!)

Today, I went to a small café or restaurant (focused on tea) called Alice's Teacup that was Alice in Wonderland themed! My long-standing obsession with Alice in Wonderland knows no bounds. It was a really cute place. I got pumpkin pancakes, and some really good iced tea. Like... REALLY good iced tea.

Still, it seemed like the entire place was geared towards having a pot of tea and snacks with your friends, which left me a bit lonely. The person I asked couldn't come, and by the time I heard back, I was more than halfway there. Still, I read Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead and watched Monty Python on my phone, so I still had a good time!

I dressed pretty eccentricly and effeminately all day, but, with my facial hair, I was ALWAYS coded as a man, even by people on the street! Pastels, a stupid hat, a crop top, and facial hair was a winning combination.

On my way, I was stopped by some guys soliciting for charity. I don't make a habit of stopping for strangers on the streets of Manhattan. What if it's a scam? What if I'm being pressured to buy something? What if it's a strange political rant? But, I had already taken my earbuds off, I wasn't in a hurry, and I'm terminally polite. The first guy said he liked my energy, which seemed to come from a genuine place, because I liked his too!

They were asking for donations for a breast cancer charity, the United Breast Cancer Foundation. After a discussion, it seems like the charity helps pay medical debt, medical bills, and other practical needs, which is much better than *some* others I could name. I regretted not being able to give their minimum there, as it was pretty high, but told them I'd give what I could when I got on the website.

I... did not. Money is tight, because I'm bad and irresponsible with money, even though this is more than a worthy cause. I didn't NEED to go to that tea place, and I don't NEED to spend so much money on food. Sure, I can justify it: I wanted to go to that place for so long, and it was near the college anyway! But, if I was responsible with money, you KNOW my friends direct fundraising drives would go first, worthy charities second. Still, I feel bad about it.

Then, I went to the college library, to get books to start my thesis research. I have literally been unable to go to the college itself, aside from getting my ID, so this was great! There just wasn't a reason. It was... very empty. I went to the library stacks, which was deathly quiet and deeply haunted by the old books. I half expected something to pop out at me, as I turned the stacks, but I wasn't even paranoid or anxious. It was like I was in something else's house. I was welcome, but on thin ice.

I picked up an irrelevant psychology book on the "schizophrenia problem" from the 1930s, out of morbid fascination, and quickly put it down when it threatened to shatter in my hands.

Some students walked past (which was a suprise in those monastic basement library stacks), and I added something to their conversation, in a totally natural and casual way. But, omg the poor girls, I made them jump! Luckily, I'm the least threatening person on earth, and we laughed it off.

After a lot of hunting, I got 5 out of my 10 books (for the most part)! (The rest are, sadly, online. I like to read physical copies.) Strangely, I only came in with a list to get 3 books out of 6.

Most of the books I got are about art in the AIDS crisis, which is the core of my thesis, I think, all with different value. One about exhibitions, one about the larger narrative of those gay artists, and another contradicting the larger narrative.

I also got a book about "Art and Homosexuality". Just, the parallel construction of both "art" and "homosexuality" across cultures and times, from earliest history to the modern age. It wasn't on my initial list, but I'm really excited to read it.

Finally, I got a book called "The Thief, the Cross and the Wheel", about the pain and spectacle of punishment in Medieval and Renaissance European art. I'm mainly interested in Italian Renaissance art of the crucifixion--and its masochism--for the second quarter of my thesis.

The rest are online, and Should mostly focus on Bacchus in the Italian Renaissance (especially through art) and what I call the art of "gay liberation", concurrent with the AIDS crisis (i.e. The Cockettes). These two topics make up the last half of my thesis.

I'm SO excited to get started!!

I even got to cross the college's sky-bridges! (The college is a few skyscrapers.) Still, the loneliness and novelty were kind of the same thought. Imagine if I had been here before COVID, or, if COVID hadn't happened. Who would I have been able to meet? What would the college buildings mean to me? Because, for now, they're just buildings. But, I got to see the street from above, and that was amazing!

Just walking through New York--the Upper East Side--on a cool, sunny day was beautiful. It takes 20-30 minutes to get from my place to the college (and the tea place), but it was great being able to listen to my music (a lot of They Might Be Giants on the playlist today) and see the city. You know, people, super cool old architecture being pushed out by terrible new architecture, and pigeons.

Oh my god, the pigeons. I took pictures, but none of them are good. I kept thinking about how pigeons and doves are functionally the same. We domesticated pigeons, which is why they're here, and no one is stopping to notice them? Even the ones that were splotched with pure white, like doves? There's only so many pigeons you can take until they're just white noise and a nuisance, I know, so don't think I'm blaming anyone! But it's so hard to look away from these quirky little birds.

Also, at one point my walk, I was vaping very strategicly. The mental task of searching through library stacks will do that to you, when you already have an addiction to nicotine. I made sure no one was around, and no one would be affected. I stopped on a corner next to an old, ornate Catholic church while the traffic light changed, and I almost juuled right next to a priest! I'm glad I stopped. I don't believe in Hell, but, I would have walked down there myself had I vaped at a priest. Still, the church advertised itself as LGBT+ friendly, so maybe they aren't so trigger happy on the damnation. Either way, I DIDN'T vape at a priest today, which is good.

Once I got back, I spent a few hours watching things with my amazing girlfriend Chloe, who you may know here as @cisphobiccommunistopinions. She is so beautiful, and I love her more every day, every time I see her. God, it's almost been 5 years!

I just wish I could spend more time with her. She's in Virginia, and I'm in New York. Like she said to me earlier, I'm flighty at the best of times, and, with my lack of object permanence for the digital world, I find myself not giving her the attention I deserve, or, the full connection I long to have with her. We used to live together. Luckily, someday we will live together again! All these problems won't be forever, and we can live together again.

We watched a lot of things, but we're pretty deep into Serial Experiments Lain right now. It's a postmodern anime from the 90s, and, wow, do I have no idea what's going on in it. It's about the internet, and potentially schizophrenia as well. However, I'm obsessed! One day I'll be able to crack this artistic code, and it's unreality, thematic knots, and double-meanings. I will probably understand it better on the second watch. I don't see myself in Lain, but I see my 14 year old self in her, when I had just developed schizophrenia. Her cyberpunk fate seems like it's railroaded towards tragedy, but I want to save her, even if it's silly and irrational.

I told Chloe that I was scared about spilling apple cider on my library books, and she referred to it as "The Great Apple Juice Disaster of September 11, 2021." To which I said that it was the second worst thing to happen in New York on that date. It was funnier if you were there, and also were in my brain at the time.

Anyway, tomorrow I'm meeting some online acquaintances from the college's "Queer Srudent Union" at a Japanese Culture Fair in a park. (I do not know which park.) It emphasizes "fun"! I don't know them very well, but they're friends with the one person I know irl, so it should be good.

Tomorrow night, I should Probably head downtown to check out a gallery show by MFA (masters of fine arts) students at Hunter! After all, I was in a group project with one of them, and they're absolutely brilliant. I missed the Thursday gallery opening by a landslide, because of the aforementioned lack of adhd meds and Being Asleep, which I infinitely regret. I could have listened to all the artists and curators talk about their art and exhibition! Maybe I could have even talked with the artists and curators. But, it's best for me to go sooner, rather than later, so I don't forget. And, I REALLY want to go.

It's "This dialogue which happened to be present in all other dialogues" at the Alyssa Davis Gallery. From the email I got, "Each of these works observes a threshold of transition. [...] [These] intimations [are] of a frame of mind shared by the artists. These works perform, record, access, engage, document, and entrap, embalming the viewer within the gallery space."

sgp is a really good artist, by the way. Their work is just next-level. Be sure to check out their art, if you have a chance. Let me link their portfolio: https://saragracepowell.com/

(I highly suspect spg and the other member of my group project ghosted me afterwards, but I understand. I was really in over my head. Still, they're both really sweet and kind people, don't get it twisted!)

I ALSO really want to see The Cake Boys. They're performing at the 3 Dollar Bill in Brooklyn on September 26th. (It's only $15!) They're the only all drag king collective in NYC! (Are... there any Other all drag king collectives out there?) Other than the fact that a lot of them are trans or nonbinary, which I love, this show is a totally non-judgmental competition for over 40 drag kings! I've heard their shows are hilarious and unique.

I just have to wait until I have $15 to spare. I... didn't eat dinner tonight, because I'm irresponsible with my money and don't want to ask my parents for money... again. Don't worry, it's literally fine, and I don't make a habit of doing this!

Which reminds me! For my birthday, my parents gave me a gift card to Lush! I'm definitely going to Lush tomorrow, which will be great. I would describe my personality as "Lush store employee acosting you about a bath bomb demonstration", so I'll fit right in.

I also made a transition timeline, to show how much I've changed on testosterone. For the better, I hope! I really believe I'm becoming, if not Have Become, the man I was always meant to be. It's so strange to look back at who I was not too long ago, and to know the absolute pain I was in. It's also strange, in a good way, to see the man looking back at me in the selfies. I'm so much happier now! Much more candid in my pictures, at least. But, I know that I'm so much more comfortable as myself than I was even 6 months ago. It's strange. Sometimes I think to myself, "I don't pass yet; I'm not who I Need To Be yet." Then, I look at my selfie from today, and... I'm THERE. My mind just hasn't caught up with my amazing, natural, normal reality.

The end. I have to get ready for bed, (even though I could be partying on a Saturday night in the city. I'm lame.) If you actually read this, I am kissing you on the mouth right now. I hope it made you calm down tonight, like a terrible bedtime story. If you didn't read it and just skipped to the end, don't worry: you did the rational thing.

#long post #diary entry

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years ago

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Fade into me, my love // Rosie x Patrick Verona // comfort.

Summary: Despite clear signs within your relationship that Patrick loves you as much as you love him, you find yourself feeling like something is wrong. It’s a feeling that you can’t quite shake but Pat sees your shattered pieces, your broken heart... and he’s there with outstretched hands and a kind smile.

Written for @loveletterstoledger because you deserve the entire world. I see you and your pain and I see your efforts, my love, and I’m beyond proud of you. Take it one day at a time and keep Pat close, okay? There’s nowhere else he’d rather be than with you. He loves you so much, as do I, and we’ll always be there for you! I hope that you like this, darling!!!💖💖💖 I wrote this while I rewatched 10 Things so I hope it’s not too terrible ksksk I’ve never written so much so quickly asdfghj🥺😭💜💜💜

Word count: 2. 146.

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Oh, but you were in so much pain.

You were in a constant state of anxiety; your mind pushed to its absolute limits by things which were beyond your control. Like a tidal wave had everything you relied upon, everything that you thought you had known, been swept from you. The ground beneath your feet had been shaken so thoroughly by a literal and metaphorical disaster that you could barely regain your balance before another shockwave tremor threatened to knock you over again. It was one thing after another and, oh, how exhausted you were. You didn’t know how much longer you could go on like this, and so depleted were you physically that your mind was beginning to break the spirit of your soul. Your heart, too, was being tested, and so deeply were you hurting, so completely were you not okay that you had begun to have relationship insecurities, too.

On top of stressing about everything that there was to worry about from one day to the next, as well as worrying about the fact that you were worrying so much, you were also full of fear. You were scared of the fact that tomorrow was never guaranteed, you were scared of the fact that people seemed more and more to be leaving you behind, to be forgetting you or otherwise moving on... you were scared of letting go of Pat, so afraid were you that he would be just another person to seemingly be able to do away with you. He was your everything: the reason you got out of bed every day even and most especially when you didn’t want to, and he was your reason to try. Pat was warm like the sun; he nurtured you and he took care of you. He was fierce in his love for you, much like the way the sun would come through the minute gaps in your hastily drawn curtains whether you wanted it to or not, and even though you wore his ring on your finger, you still felt, way in the back of your mind, that something was... wrong.

Could it really be this easy? You felt sick and your stomach churned as you twirled your ring around your finger, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. You felt your face heat up in a blush and you couldn’t have helped the smile on your face if you had tried. Love bloomed in your chest, Patrick himself the water which took care of the flowers planted within the garden of your heart, but just as love rose within you, so too did fear. You were so scared that something or, even worse, someone was going to take Patrick from you, and you possessed enough self awareness within your tender and wise but oh, so tired soul, to know that this was why you felt like something was wrong. You felt like, at least in part, that you didn’t deserve Patrick or his undying and unconditional love for you. You knew that if Patrick had been privy to your thoughts in this moment, that he would have wanted to laugh, so wrong were you that it was almost funny... Almost. But instead would he only have been concerned and the sweetest of expressions on his face would melt those chocolate eyes into warm welcoming pools. In Patrick did you find only acceptance, peace and love, so much of it that sometimes you just didn’t know what to do with yourself and it rendered you into a watery silence.

Indeed was there a constellation of tears on your lashes as you took the ring off and weighed it in the palm of your other hand. Your finger felt naked and more wrong than the way your mind had been feeling recently and the inoffensive piece of metal seemed foreboding in this moment, fear once more stronger than love. Just as you sunk deeper into your own self, there was a finger underneath your chin and your face was tilted up, up, to face Patrick. And, oh, the look on his face was exactly like the one which had been in your mind that very moment, so well did you know him that he seemed to be a very extension of your own self; one soul split into two bodies, though of course were you whole individuals on your own.

“Are you all right, Rosie?”

Involuntarily did your eyes drift shut at the sound of Patrick’s hypnotically deep voice. Shit, the things he could do to you. You didn’t bother trying to say that you were okay - Patrick knew you better than you even knew yourself and he had clearly approached you and you hadn’t even heard him, so lost inside your own mind were you. Patrick had once more succeeded in reaching into the murky depths of your mind and he had found you; for there was nowhere you could where he could not follow, and that included into your own self. With metaphorical fingers reached around the parts of you Patrick had already been able to touch with just his presence, he sought to stretch out his grip and reach further and further into you so that he could pull you back to the surface of the water; Patrick could always save you from yourself and he did it just by being himself. Indeed could you do the same for him and you didn’t even have to try. You were made for each other. Patrick leaned down and pressed a tender, lingering kiss to your forehead and you inhaled deeply. Your eyes squeezed shut, tighter, of their own accord so that you could fully enjoy this moment.

Patrick answered his own question, his eyes closed too. His lips brushed against your forehead as he spoke, “No, you’re not fine. Talk to me, love. What’s going on up there?” He kissed one temple and then the other, as if to accentuate his point, and then Patrick sat down beside you. He held both of your hands tightly in his, his chocolate eyes darting between your beautiful face and the ring you held in one hand. Your blue eyes met his darker gaze and Patrick’s breath left him in a rush as he saw you and everything you had been struggling against for so long. “What are you so afraid of, strawberry?” You unconsciously smiled at the nickname and Patrick slung an arm around your shoulders so that he could bring you tighter into his body. It wasn’t enough for you, though, and you laid down so that your body was along the vertical length of the bed. Patrick followed you down and he tucked the crown of your head underneath the sharp angle of his chin, his fingers tapping out a beat against your upper arm. You slung your leg over his hips and got yourself as comfortable as you could, knowing that you would tell Patrick everything which had so been plaguing you for so long.

“I’m just... I’m scared, Pat. I’m scared that something’s gonna happen which will take you away from me and I don’t want that to happen because without you, I don’t know what I’d - “ Your breathing rate increased as the words which had been sat lodged within your throat for who knew how long clawed their way out of your mouth, almost tripping over themselves in their haste to get out and to be voiced before you once more talked yourself out of it. Hot hands seized your face and full lips crashed down onto yours. Despite the initial ferocity of the kiss, Patrick’s lips slowed until he was comforting you, rather than demanding your attention be on him and not on your fear.

He kissed you for such a long time that you forgot all else but his name, and it ran through your mind like it was a mantra, a means for survival. So thoroughly were you being loved in this moment that his name became a heartbeat which pounded in your head and he was all you knew; all you could touch, taste, feel was your darling Patrick, your fiance, your - Thoughts stopped to register that fingers had interlinked with yours for just a moment and when Patrick pulled away, you broke off the kiss to find out why. Both of you were panting slightly, so enamoured with one another and so lost in each other were you, and you glanced down at the hand which Patrick had been toying with to see that he had somehow gotten his ring back on your finger. Blue eyes flew to meet chocolate ones and Patrick cupped your face in his hands. The calloused pads of his thumbs rubbed soothingly along your cheek bones.

“Nothing. And no one. Will take me away from you. I will always fight for you, okay? I love you. You’re the most beautiful rose in the garden and there’s nothing which will keep me from your side. I want to be with you, for the pleasure of your company and for everything that we’ve built up together. So how about it, marshmallow?” Patrick’s hands tightened almost imperceptibly on your face and you reached up to cup his face, too. Your fingers delved into those wild chocolate curls you knew and loved so well and the frown which had been on Patrick’s face for the duration of your conversation had smoothed out now, satisfied was he that everything had been covered and that he was, that he had, taken care of you this day. “You’re so worried about something taking me away from you, but no one’s doing that more than you right now.” Patrick spoke with some hesitance, as though he was testing out the weight of his words as he spoke them, so considerate was he, and you realised with a jolt that he was right.

“I - I love you too, Pat. So much. And I’m sorry I - “

Patrick shook his head impatiently, a true frown of tender frustration on his face. “No, love. No apologies. Not for this.” He very clearly hadn’t been loving you hard enough, properly, if these thoughts had so settled in your already tried and tired mind. “If you can’t trust what’s happening, Rosie, then trust me.” He was pleading with you, almost, and his words gently infiltrated your mind and seeped through the tar which lay across the surface of your heart. Only Patrick could comfort you like this. Only Patrick could love you like this. He was truly your one and your only.

The only thing which you had guaranteed was that tonight would you go to bed beside Patrick, that tomorrow morning would you wake up to the face carved from the stuff of angels. Patrick was your one constant, and he was the one you most needed to cling onto in such a turbulent and scary time. As your eyes remained on Patrick’s and as your body stayed in such a close proximity to his that it was like not even a sheet of paper could get between your bodies, you felt the fear melt away and in its place was a love so strong that it had gone against all odds and brought the two of you together. You focused on the love and allowed everything else to melt away. Patrick was everything you had ever wanted or needed and every day did you only fall more and more in love with him. He was your joy and your strength, your peace and your love and your serenity. Patrick Verona held your heart in his hands and you held his in yours, too.

No matter how challenging life became, no matter how difficult or dark the path lay up ahead, you had already come so far both with and without Patrick by your side, and you could and you would do all of it again. There was nothing and no one which could or would separate the two of you, so sure were you of yourselves and of your ways. You closed your eyes once more and Patrick released a weighted sigh; so worried and frantic had he been to see you looking so forlorn with the wedding ring in your hands. You had scared him and made him think that perhaps were you having cold feet, but then fear had been replaced with concern and with love and Patrick had used that emotion, so deeply within the both of you, to pull you back into the light. It was only with each other that you were both safe inside yourselves, and that had never and would never be any different.

Your last coherent thought before you slipped into a light doze was, yes... it really can be that easy.

#verose #patrick verona #patrick x rosie #10 things about you

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argylemnwrites · 5 years ago

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Fight or Flight - Chapter 2: Priorities

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Riley Liu)

Book: The Royal Heir (canon divergent from the end of book 2)

Word Count: ~2900

Rating: R (language only)

Summary: Ninety minutes since The Walker Absconding

Author’s Note: A series that follows the Walkers, their friends, and Cordonia as a whole after they flee the country with their daughter during Barthelemy Beaumont’s attempted coup. To catch up on this series, check out it’s masterlist, linked here.

Drake glanced over at his daughter sleeping soundly against his shoulder, her fists clutching tightly to the collar of his old denim shirt. The rocking of the car had lulled her to sleep within 20 minutes, before they’d even passed Applewood Orchards. Combine that with the fact that this was around her usual nap time, and she was out for the count. It was a blessing, he supposed, that she was so easily calmed in a car. This whole situation was stressful enough without a screaming 10 month old on top of everything. Plus, she hadn’t really noticed Riley’s utter breakdown.

When Drake had found Riley and Bridget out on the drive, he’d not even been a little bit prepared for what was about to happen. Obviously, he’d known Riley would be raging about Barthelemy’s plan. That was a given. And he wasn’t exactly surprised that the conversation she’d had with Olivia had been about a plan to get Bridget out of there. Riley had been acting cagey and weird, but when Olivia had pulled him aside not even a minute after Riley had left the room, pointed at a tube of diaper ointment on the floor, and told him to get to her driver and head to Lythikos, he’d assumed that nerves over getting caught by Barthelemy and his allies had been why she hadn’t even looked him in the eye before she left the room.

But it was a much bigger mess than that. He’d known something was up when Riley didn’t hand Bridget over when she called and reached for him. Bridget seemed to like being with Drake more at the palace, probably because he held her more at balls and galas while Riley worked the room. For Riley to insist on keeping Bridget in her arms was odd. And then, the truth came spilling out. That Riley had planned to just… up and leave Cordonia. With his daughter. Without telling him a damn thing.

At first, all he’d felt was a swell of anger. But rapidly, a million other feelings had flooded his mind. Pain. Confusion. Guilt. Sadness. Longing. Concern. Protectiveness. And those were just the ones he’d noticed as he’d scrambled to follow her pleas and desperation. Even now that the initial shock was starting to wear off for him, he wasn’t sure exactly what he was feeling. Too many things were competing in his mind.

All he knew was that he had to stick with his wife and kid. That had to be his number one priority. And so when Riley told him that she was leaving the country and taking Bridget, he knew he was going too. Even if he couldn’t fully understand her thought process at the moment, he knew she was just trying to protect their kid in the best way she could think of. So, he shoved the storm of emotions down and tried to be solid and steady, since it seemed like she was crumbling to pieces before his eyes.

Seeing her like that had been so strange. Even before, when Riley had cried about something in front of him, she’d never seemed out of control or desperate. Tears of righteous anger? Sure. Fear and anxiety? He’d seen that a few times as well. Even pure hormones during her pregnancy and postpartum period. But never had he seen her just panicking, her eyes wild and out of control, her whole body trembling just slightly. He’d never really seen anything like it before.

The closest comparison he could make was to the time he’d snuck out of bed when he was seven years old to grab a cookie and had stumbled on his parents fighting. It was the first time he’d ever seen them so much as disagree, and he’d been unable to go back to sleep that night, convinced his parents were going to split up. His mother had been in tears, begging his father not to take the promotion. The next morning, he and Savannah had learned that Dad had a new, more important job, so they would be living at the palace a lot going forward. At the time, Drake had thought his mother was just dumb. Moving in with Liam while Dad got a cool new job had seemed like a no-brainer as a child. Now, as an adult, he could look back on that moment and understand his mother’s fears and concerns. But watching his wife, who had been through so fucking much in her life, lost, unsure, and out of control had made him feel a bit like an unsettled and worried seven year old all over again.

Of course, he was now a grown ass adult, and he should not have been so thrown by his wife needing stability and support from him after the news they’d just faced. Hell, he should have known that the threat of having her child taken from her would hit her harshly, given the number of times her own mother lost custody of her. Riley was always so insistent she would be nothing like her mother, and it hadn’t even occurred to Drake that what Barthelemy was discussing would feel a little too similar for comfort. It should have, though. She had trusted him with the entire story of her childhood - her father’s abandonment, her mother’s addiction, her time in foster care - and he couldn’t even be bothered to think about how that might affect her when some asshole was threatening to take custody of their kid.

He’d been worried about the big picture, what the goals of this fucking coup really were. What this meant for everyone. Meanwhile, he’d left his panicking, traumatized wife to worry first and foremost about their kid. And that’s why she hadn’t been planning to tell him until she already had Bridget somewhere safe, wasn’t it? Because she’d sensed that he wasn’t as solely focused on protecting their child, no matter the cost.

When had he become numb to the toxicities of court? When did that fucking happen? It seemed like it wasn’t that long ago he was telling Riley that court was going to chew her up and spit out her remains. But somewhere along the way, he got complacent. He’d found a few good people mixed in with the shitty ones, and suddenly it was all fine? He should have seen this coming a kilometer away. Someone is always scheming, plotting, maneuvering. Always. How had Riley absorbed all his early lessons while he somehow forgot everything he knew? He’d let them play him like a fool, standing there as they voted to take Bridget away from him and Riley and the crown away from Liam. Blindsided and sputtering, caught off guard. Like an idiot.

To be fair, there were still a few people he trusted at court. Liam, of course. Hana. Maxwell too, as his father’s actions had clearly caught him off guard. Besides, Maxwell had always been too earnest and accepting of everyone to have any desire to get caught up in something like this. And Olivia, oddly enough. She was clearly loyal as hell to Liam. And she’d worked with Riley to create a plan to keep Bridget with them. A plan that probably would have been a lost simpler than the shitshow they were about to face.

Drake honestly had no idea how bad things were about to get, and based on the state Riley had been in out on the palace drive, she hadn’t given it any thought beyond feeling that having her daughter by her side was worth any price. But shit, this was probably gonna be a disaster. Their only destination was “Greece,” but it’s not like they had a place to go when they got there. Flying to Texas to hide out with Mom was out of the question since they didn’t have their passports and were therefore bound to the EU. Taking money from the accounts tied to their titles was morally questionable at this point, and it might not even be an option anymore, depending on who was running Cordonia at the moment and if they’d already moved to freeze the Valtorian accounts. Hell, his personal account, which didn’t hold that much, might be frozen, too. Their only funds that the government couldn’t touch was if Riley still had an American bank account, but something told Drake that a former waitress from a very expensive city wasn’t sitting on tens of thousands of dollars. And that didn’t even touch the fact that technically, Bridget was legally under Liam’s custody as a child in direct line for the throne.

Hell, even simple things. They didn’t have toothbrushes or toothpaste. Riley’s glasses or contact solution. A change of clothes. More than the dozen or so diapers that were left in the bag. Baby food. A pack n play or crib or even car seat. Shit, they literally couldn’t let Bridget out of one of their arms. They were going to have to figure out a way to buy some basics. And at the moment, Drake knew he needed to take care of some planning for Riley and him. She had already panicked enough without being confronted with the reality of her decision.

He glanced down at Riley, her head resting on his knee as she also slept. Within a half hour of being on the road, Riley had gotten very shaky, pale, and lightheaded, presumably dealing with the after effects of her adrenaline rush. Drake had encouraged her to lie down and take some deep breaths, and before long, she was lightly snoring. Given how broken and frantic she’d seemed, he wanted to let her get a little bit of rest before they dealt with the practical shit they were gonna need to address. But at this point, they probably needed to actually talk. Things weren’t going to get magically better, and he needed to get a sense of what she was thinking.

Shifting slightly, trying not to disturb Bridget, he settled his left hand on her shoulder, giving her a gentle squeeze as he whispered, “Riley.” After several seconds, her muscles tensed, and her eyes blinked open.

“Sorry to wake you up,” Drake whispered, “but we gotta talk about some stuff.”

Riley stretched slightly before sitting up. “How long was I out for?” she asked as she rubbed her eyes.

“About an hour.”

“So we’re still in Cordonia?” she cast him a wary look at that.

“For the next 45 minutes or so, yeah.” Drake had been hoping to get some clarity from her on why Olivia’s Lythikos hideout plan was not an option for her, but based on the way she was looking at him, that topic was going to have to wait. He couldn’t have her panicking again. “That’s not what I wanted to discuss, though. I was just wondering if you had a destination in mind in Greece.”

Riley gave him a small smile as her shoulders visibly relaxed, but shook her head gently. “Not really. I thought maybe we could just head to the closest American consulate? There has to be a closer option than Athens, right?” she asked as she pulled out her phone and moved to open her map app.

“No, Riley!” Drake cried out, ignoring the little squawk Bridget gave out as he lunged for Riley’s phone. She looked at him with clear confusion, so he continued, “You need to turn off location services. Otherwise they will be able to track our location.” Since his little outburst had already woken up Bridget, he leaned to the side and tugged his phone out of his back pocket, turning off location services on his phone as well before rubbing his hand along the back of Bridget’s head, hoping to lull her back to sleep. After several minutes of murmuring soothing words to her, he could feel her getting heavier in his arms, and soon enough, her little eyes fluttered shut.

Once Bridget was asleep, Drake turned his head toward Riley. “Sorry,” he whispered, “I just didn’t want this all to be for nothing by giving them our exact location.”

Riley nodded, looking at a page of search results on her phone. “There’s a consulate in Thessaloniki, which is still a haul, but at least isn’t as far as Athens. How does that sound?”

Drake shook his head, “You had to renounce your American citizenship to be named duchess, remember? They aren’t going to be able to do anything for us.”

Her eyes fluttered shut as she breathed out a rough sigh. “Fuck,” she muttered, “That was my only plan.”

Sensing she was about to go back to that panicked state, Drake reached over, squeezing her knee in a manner he hoped was reassuring. “It’ll be okay. Ioannina is not too far from the border. We’ll be able to get a hotel there and lay low while we figure out next steps, okay?”

Although her eyes remained shut, she nodded, but a few stray tears spilled out of the corners of her eyes. Drake reached up and swiped them away with his thumb. This prompted Riley to open her eyes and turn more towards him, her lips pressed together tightly.

“Shhhh, we can take this one step at a time, Riley. This was never gonna go perfectly with how much that asshole fucking blindsided us,” Drake said, trying to be reassuring as he beckoned Riley to scoot closer and throwing his arm around her shoulders when she leaned up against his side.

“I just thought…” she began, but quickly trailed off when her voice started to quiver.

“I know. But we didn’t have much time to think it all through, did we?”

He felt her shaking her head against his side, so he decided to soldier on. “The way I see it, the first thing we’re gonna need to do is try and withdraw as much cash as we can from our accounts. That will prevent them from tracking our location, and if our accounts get frozen, we won’t be completely screwed.”

“Makes sense,” she whispered.

“After that, we need to stock up on some basic supplies. Diapers, toiletries, a change of clothes, some baby food, that sort of thing. We should also probably pick up a baby carrier so that we have a way to contain her but keep her with us. After that, we can find a cheap hotel, someplace where there’s little chance that someone is going to recognize a foreign duke or duchess. I think that’s a good enough start, don’t you?”

Riley just nodded, so Drake tightened his arm around her, trying to provide some comfort. “We’ll figure it out, Riley. We just gotta take it one step at a time.”

She let out a little chuckle. “When you met me, I had no problem traveling to a foreign country on a moment’s notice, not sure where I’d be staying, how long I’d be gone for, anything. It didn’t faze me in the slightest. But now, with her… I just… I’m worried, Drake. I know it’s impossible, but I want more of a plan.”

“I know. But I think this is as good as we’re going to get for now, alright?”

Before Riley could respond, Drake’s phone started buzzing and lit up on his lap. The name “Liam” flashed across the screen in white letters. Drake jerked his head around to look at Riley, her eyes wide as she reached for his phone. When he didn’t stop her or say anything, she grabbed it and swiped the red circle. But seconds later, the phone lit up again. She ignored that call as well.

“He’s not gonna give up, Riley,” Drake sighed, “It was only a matter of time before he was one hundred percent sure that we’d left the palace.”

“I know, I know. But please, can we wait to answer until we’ve crossed the border?”

“What difference is that going to make?”

She let out a big sigh before she spoke again, “He won’t be able to talk you out of doing it.”

Her words were like a punch to the gut. Again, she didn’t trust him. Again, she saw them as divided, with similar, but not the same priorities. He had to make her understand that if they were going to do this, they had to be in it together.

“Riley. If this is what you think we need to do for Bridget, this is what we are going to do, okay? Liam doesn’t get a say here. She’s our kid, not his. But we need to talk to him at some point, if only to figure out who is acting as king at the moment.”

“I know we do, but... please. Can we wait until we aren’t in Cordonia anymore?”

Drake knew they both had a lot to talk about here. This issue of her lack of trust in him wasn’t going away, and if they were fleeing the country and hiding out with basically nothing to their name, they needed to feel like they could rely on one another. But now was not the time for that discussion. So he just nodded and said, “Okay. We’ll wait,” before switching his phone to silent. Hopefully, that concession would allow her to trust him enough… for the moment.

Permatag: @walkerswhiskeygirl @riley--walker @bebepac @ravenpuff02 @oofchoices @octobereighth @drakewalker04 @kimmiedoo5 @mfackenthal @thequeenofcronuts

The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir: @ao719 @mskaneko @katedrakeohd @jovialyouthmusic @marshmallowsandfire @axwalker @kingliam2019 @sirbeepsalot @texaskitten30 @princessleac1 @ladyangel70 @dcbbw @yaushie

Drake x MC: @drakeandcamilleofvaltoria @iplaydrake @gibbles82 @drakewalkerisreal @notoriouscs @drakesensworld @drake-colt-lover-99

Fight or Flight: @burnsoslow @bobasheebaby @shz256 @iaminlovewithtrr

#drake walker #drake x mc #trr au #trh au #trr fanfic #trh fanfic #trr au fanfic #trh au fanfic

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hermionemonica · 5 years ago

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Cause I knew I was in love with you (when we sat in silence): Marichat May 2020 - Day 10

(Sorry for the late Tumblr update, I had some problems with the internet last night. It is still day 10 somewhere, right?)

AO3 | For the @marichatmay

Collab with @lalunaoscura

DAY 1 | <- 9 | 10 | 11 ->

Day 10 — Can I borrow your miraculous?

“Hello?” She picked her phone, still sleepy. Her hand slid across the bed, searching for Chat, but he wasn’t there.

“Marinette? Are you not coming to school today?”

She opened her eyes and sat in the bed, moving the phone away from the ear to see the screen.

It was Monday.

She was late for school.

And it was Adrien calling her.

Oh, shit.

“Sorry, I was sleeping! But I will be there in five minutes. Three if I find my things.”

He chuckled.

“Okay. I- I really want to talk with you.”

“About?” she jumped off the bed, running to the bathroom.

“About Friday.”

She froze in the place, forgetting what she was doing.

“But we can talk about this when you’re here, okay? I’ll be waiting for you in front of the school.”

“O-Ok. Bye.”

She got ready in record time and ran to the school. He was there, waiting for her, like he told her, sitting in the stairs and looking at his foot, looking restless.

She stopped, took a deep breath and sat down next to him. Adrien looked up, at her, and gave her a contained smile.

“I’m glad you made it.”

“It was a marathon. Urgh, I really need to increase the volume of my alarm.”

He laughed this time and picked his water bottle, handing it to her. She took it, a little shy, and took a big sip.

“Hey, Marinette?”

She looked up and he bit his bottom lip, but in the end he sighed.

“I want to apologize for my behaviour on Friday. It was unfair and childish.”

“Oh.”

“The truth is that…” he scratched his neck, nervously. “I wanted to hang out with you more and I was thinking about asking you to the park during the weekend, but you had already made plans with Luka, so… I didn’t react well with the rejection. And I’m so sorry.”

“That’s okay, Adrien. For real.”

“Thank you, Marinette,” he smiled and stood up and stretched out his hand to help her up. “Come on, we don’t want to make Ms Mendeleiev mad.”

Adrien looked on as Marinette and Plagg chatted animatedly with each other. It was sweet, how the kwami had taken a liking to her. Hell, he even called her Princess a few times (something Adrien did not like that much). But it was nice to see two of the most important people in his life getting along so well.

“You know what kid?” Plagg floated over to his chosen.

“Why do your eyes look like you are having a terrible idea?” Chat Noir responded, flinching a little. That expression was almost always bad news.

“I have an idea, but it is not a terrible one.”

Before Adrien could respond, Marinette crawled closer. “Spill, kitty!”

“So,” he flitted around to float right by the side of Marinette's face. “I think Marinette will make a superb Chat Noir.”

“YES!”

“NO!”

They both spoke at the same time. Interestingly, their opinions of Plagg's idea had taken a U-turn in just a few seconds.

“You guys have got to be kidding me!” Marinette stood up on her feet and crossed her arms over her chest.

“But what's wrong with it?” Chat Noir stood up too. “I think you will be amazing in a catsuit!”

“But,” she tried to argue, “It is your Miraculous!”

“And I want to lend it to you!” He almost took his ring off his finger, but Marinette stopped him by putting her hand on top of his. He looked at her with a pout, “It will be just for a few minutes! No one but us will know!”

Marinette glared daggers at Plagg, who was snickering behind Chat. He had put her in such a sticky situation! How was she supposed to tell Chat Noir that she could not use the Black Cat Miraculous because she was already wearing the Ladybug ear-rings?

“I-uh, I need to pee!” Saying so, she ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

“What do I do, Tikki?” Marinette slumped against the wall as she spoke in a hushed voice.

“It doesn’t look like he is going to give up, does it?”

“No, all thanks to Plagg.” Marinette rolled her eyes.

“I knew the stinky sock would be up to mischief some way or another,” Tikki muttered.

“So?” Marinette whispered urgently. “Is there any way I can get out of this without hurting Chat's feelings?”

“I am afraid not, Marinette.”

Marinette clutched her head in her hands. This was a disaster!

“Hey, don’t freak out, okay?” Tikki flew up in front of her nose. “Just remember to take off your ear-rings before you put on the ring. As long as it's for a little while, I guess you will be fine.”

Marinette nodded. She took off her Miraculous, hoping there would be enough time to switch back in case of an akuma. She handed them over to Tikki, who swooped into her purse after giving a smile towards her chosen.

When she came back into the room, Chat was sitting up looking at her expectantly.

Ugh, he knows I can't say no to those kitty eyes.

“Pwease pwincess?” He pouted.

She bent down and mushed his cheeks between both her hands. “You’re lucky that you are so cute.”

“You think I am cute?” How the hell did he manage to be so cocky even with his cheeks mushed up like that?

“You are an idiot.” She declared, plopping down.

“So, is that a yes?” He nudged her with his shoulder.

“Yeah,” she relented. How could she stay mad at this silly boy?

“I did not hear you.” Oh, there was her answer.

“Chat,” she warned.

“You need to ask nicely, Princess.”

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes. “Chat Noir, can I borrow your Miraculous?”

Chat took off his ring with so much excitement that he almost tripped over himself. He got up on one knee with a dramatic flourish of his hair, and held up his ring in front of her.

Marinette giggled as she accepted the ring.

As soon as she put it on her finger, Plagg zoomed over to float in front of her. “Hello again.”

“You know how a Miraculous works, right?” It was Chat who asked the question.

Marinette froze. “Wha- haha, why would you say that?”

“Because Mullo?” Chat offered.

“Oh yeah, right!” She breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment she had thought her secret was out.

Marinette took a deep breath, and extended her fist.

“Plagg, transforme-moi!”

An entire transformation sequence later, Marinette stood in front of Chat in all her black cat glory, as the boy looked on with literal stars in his eyes.

“You look so awesome!” He squealed.

Marinette shuffled her feet awkwardly. At least Plagg had been smart enough to change her suit from Lady Noire’s.

The top of her suit was comprised of a black cheongsam top, much like her mother’s. Her arms were covered by black leather gloves ending underneath the sleeve of her top. Black leather tights covered her legs and ballet flats sat on her feet. A bow at her hip elongated into a long tail. Her blue hair was tied up in two pointed buns, which vaguely resembled cat ears.

She kinda liked this look. And no one could draw any similarity between her and Lady Noire.

“Princess?” Chat wiggled his eyebrows. “Or should I say, Gongzhu Noire?”

“Princess Black?” Marinette snorted and cocked her hips to the side. “How long have you been thinking about that name, cat boy?”

“Longer than you think.” He winked and made finger guns at her.

“So,” she spun around, “How do I look?”

How was he supposed to tell her that she was making his heart beat so fast that he was afraid she would hear it?

“You look awesome.” Yes, that was safe.

“Don't you mean, pawe-some?”

Marinette punning in a catsuit? Had he died and gone to heaven?

With a lot of effort, he managed to keep the grin on his face. “Would you mind striking a pose for me, Minette?”

“Another nickname?” Marinette rolled her eyes. “Do you spend all your time dreaming about me in a catsuit?”

Chat Noir let out a nervous laugh at that.

“So, what do you say?” He said, holding up his phone in front of her, ready to take pictures.

“NO!” Marinette lunged forward and placed a hand over the camera lens. “You can’t do that!”

“What?”

“If those photos are leaked somehow, then it might make us end up in a very compromising position, Chat!” Marinette spoke in an urgent voice.

She looked straight into his eyes. Where did her blue eyes go?

“Chat Noir, are you listening to me?”

“Uhh, yes?” He snapped out of his reverie. “I think you are right.”

Marinette smirked. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t pose for you.”

She stepped back and stood with her feet slightly apart. “For your eyes only, cat boy.” Folding her hands over her head and cocking her hips to the side, she stood in a pose that clearly could be called sexy. Was it Plagg? Or did she really enjoy killing him like that?

His cheeks were burning as Marinette struck pose after pose effortlessly. How did she do that? How was she so absolutely flawless?

He knew it would be wrong. Taking a photo of a girl without her consent could be termed as sexual harassment. But he would never use it for any wrong reasons! He was not that kind of a guy! This was just for himself. As she said, for his eyes only. His eyes needed some way to immortalize this moment forever.

So he sneakily took a couple of photos on his phone when she wasn’t paying attention.

“Have you had enough?” She was now laying on her belly, propped up on her elbows, with her feet in the air.

“I guess.” He was almost panting from his excitement now. If this went on for too long, he was going to have a heart attack.

“Alright then,” she got up on her knees. “Plagg, detransformation!”

The green light ran over her body, leaving sweet Marinette in her place. “Hello.” She smiled sweetly, but she seemed a little shy.

“Welcome back, my Princess.” Chat returned the smile. She always looked adorable, be it in a white shirt and black blazer, or a grey and pink spandex suit, or a black leather suit.

“Here,” Marinette placed the ring in his palm and got up. “I need to go to the washroom.”

“I'm back too.” Plagg swooped around him as soon as he put on the ring.

“Hello, you little shit.” Chat scratched the back of his ear before offering him a slice of camembert.

When Marinette came back, she sat down in front of him. “So,” she began shyly, “How was it?”

“What can I say, my colors look really good on you,” he winked.

Marinette giggled in response, and a second later it transitioned into a yawn. It seemed like the cutest thing to him. “You want to go to bed?”

“Yes please,” she replied.

“Come on then,” he stood up and offered her a hand. “Let’s call it a night.”

(Gongzhu Noire artwork)

#miraculous ladybug #marichatmay2020 #day 10: can i borrow your miraculous?#collaboration #lalunaoscura #marichat #cause i knew i was in love with you (when we sat in silence)#ml fanfic #my fic

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the-hilda-librarians-wife · 5 years ago

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Wife’s Hilda Rewatch - The Midnight Giant

I hereby declare this session of my rewatch open. And I’d like to begin it with a matter of utmost importance

Woff migration. How does it work? Do they go to warmer places in winter? Or maybe they have such warm fur that they go to colder places in summer? More at seven.

“Wouldn’t you like to have some other kids to talk to?” “I have myself to talk to! And Twig!” Like. Wow, Hilda is really out there being a whole mood during the quarantine. Me too, Hilda. Me too.

Can we talk about how this girl literally jumped out of her window, climbed the darn roof and jumped onto a flying woff? The heck kind of military training did Johanna give her child?! I don’t think you learn those things simply from living in the wilderness. I don’t think you should, at least. But maybe that’s just me.

Also, the Midnight Giant was so unbothered by her, it’s kind of hilarious. Like, yeah, this human just jumped from a woff onto my head, and now she’s literally whispering inside my ear, but no prob, I’ll just politely answer her questions like one does. What an icon.

And today’s bi characters of the day is: the sky. The colours are bad in my picture but I swear the sky is the bi flag in this scene, which is very cool and I wanted to point it out.

Knowing Hilda I shouldn’t be surprised, but I still can’t believe that she actually fell asleep in the giant’s ear. I mean, he is an enormous creature that she has just met, and she feels safe enough to fall asleep in his ear. How many heart attacks per week do you guys think Johanna has?

Very sweet of the giant to drop Hilda off at her house, btw. He is a cool dude. A valid guy.

It will never not be funny to me how judgy Hilda is of the school’s playground. She’s so suspicious about it look at her

You promised your mother you’d keep an open mind, Hilda. Don’t be like that.

Also also also, I’d like to point out Frida and David in this scene

Frida is so excited about the book she’s showing David!! This is so pure!!! I wonder what it is about

The whole- the whole scene with Woodman when they arrive back at their home is gold, okay? I can’t even pick a favorite line. It’s all amazing. Johanna complaining about him, him saying he’s not part of the family, all of it. Woodman, don’t ever change.

Hey y’all, where did Woodman buy his disks? Where did he buy his books? It can’t all be from gambling with elves. Does he just go for a shopping day in Trollberg? I can’t imagine being a retail worker and then one day this little dude made of wood with a floating head and no eyes shows up wanting to buy, idk, a new couch or something.

...did he steal those things? Until I know all the facts, I will think this is a possibility.

Did anyone else think that this summoning young giants to watch over the Earth for millennia is kind of... dictatorial? Not a very nice move to order someone to sit on the top of a mountain for so long. Besides, humankind is perfectly capable of causing problems to itself without threats coming from above, thank you very much.

Top ten pictures taken before disaster lol

Is it just me or Alfur freaking out when Hilda flies the woff (“what are you doing? Woffs are unpredictable! They migrate willy-nilly!” “This is why one should never fly without a permit!”) is not only super relatable, but kind of... reminds me... of someone...

*General Grievous voice* General Kenobi!

Ahem. Anyway.

Are we gonna talk about the implications of a whole darn mountain just downright disappearing? I mean, people study mountains and their formations and stuff. Can you imagine a group of, idk, geology or geography students going to that valley to do a project and when they get there there’s a whole mountain that has gone missing? It would be wild, man. College students don’t have that much sanity to spare.

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STOP for a few seconds. This is the “let’s appreciate the Hilda colour pallete” time

Thank you for your attention. Now back to the episode.

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Oh man, that moment when Hilda and Johanna are watching the giants leave after destroying the house? And Johanna says “they haven’t even noticed what they’ve done”? And then Hilda looks down and Johanna is stepping on an elf house? Poetic cinema. Though I felt very bad for them losing literally everything like omg that sucks.

Woodman gifting them some logs looked so sweet! I really love those characters that act all tough but actually care a lot. But then I remembered that this would be the same as you and I giving someone human flesh, and suddenly I remembered why he appears in the fandom’s sleep paralysis.

So, huh, has anyone noticed that when Woodman answers “For you” after Hilda says “that’s very comforting” he turns his head around 180 degrees? No? We’re ignoring it? Okay.

Y’all, Twig helps them find the things that can be salvaged from the house. Don’t touch me, I’m weak :(

And *that*, my friends, is how you do a climatic ending! I mean, “they built a wall to keep out anything interesting” followed by this scene? That’s just good writing and I won’t be taking arguments on this.

Now it’s the time foooor

Wife’s episode score!

+10 for Hilda putting herself on life threatening situations

+5 for “you’re very observant. It’s unnerving.”

+2 for Alfur tapping his little feet while he waits for Hilda at the door

+2 for that pretty elf pottery we saw in the King’s castle

+5 for Hilda being judgy of everything in Trollberg

Yep that sums up to 24! That’s what we have for today, folks!

#thehildarewatch #wife’s hilda rewatch #The Midnight Giant #hilda the series #hilda netflix

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tabloidtoc · 4 years ago

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National Enquirer, October 12

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Queen Elizabeth’s 73-year sham marriage to Prince Philip collapses

Page 2: Kanye West is in top-secret talks to launch his own TV network and is crowing it will be bigger than the Kardashians -- he wants it to reflect his lofty vision of what the world should be and to provide a spiritual awakening for the masses but he doesn’t realize there aren’t a lot of people who want to spend hours a day listening to him rant about how the world would be a better place if he was in charge -- meanwhile Kim Kardashian is at the end of her rope again

Page 3: Furious Angelina Jolie is tearing into Brad Pitt’s new girlfriend Nicole Poturalski blasting her as a scheming psycho and as a borderline stalker who is dating Brad just to get famous and it’s going to end in disaster for the whole family not just him so she’s already told Brad to keep Nicole away from their kids and she’s looking to make this part of their ongoing legal case

Page 4: Newly single Kelly Clarkson has enlisted fellow country star Maren Morris to help her find a new man -- Maren advised Kelly to use her talk show to connect with men she admires but Kelly may have taken her advice a little too literally when she had her crush Keanu Reeves on the show and was drooling all over him though she knows it’s probably wishful thinking

Page 5: Ellen DeGeneres kicked off her new season by publicly apologizing for allegations of misconduct on her talk show but body language experts blasted her remarks as tone deaf and missing the mark totally

Page 6: Jimmy Fallon’s wife Nancy Juvonen is furious over the time he spends nurturing his bond with close pal Kathie Lee Gifford -- Jimmy loves to reminisce about the old days at NBC with the former Today yakker especially during today’s challenging times and he worships her and he’s the only late-night host who treats Kathie Lee like an A-lister but Nancy can’t stand Kathie Lee’s constant self-obsessed talk and considers her a squeaky third wheel

Page 7: Cher keeps trying to turn back time with plastic surgery but the results have been disastrous and although she insists her most recent work is a facelift her kisser is frozen and packed with Botox and fillers and lip injections -- she also appears to have had a nose job and a face and neck lift to achieve a smooth jawline and neck and the results have left Cher barely able to move her face and even made it difficult for her to speak let alone sing, disgraced chef Paula Deen had emergency eye surgery this summer in a desperate bid to save her sight -- Paula had been suffering from declining vision for months and was shocked when doctors told her the cornea was dying and going under the knife was necessary to save her sight

Page 10: Hot Shots -- Tiger Woods took a brief break during practice, Leighton Meester caught some waves in Malibu, Kristen Taekman in a New York Jets bikini, Dolph Lundgren doffed his mask after leaving a lunch date in Beverly Hills, Dominic Cooper took his electric bike for a spin in London

Page 11: Cash-strapped Tori Spelling and husband Dean McDermott are back in couples therapy and on the verge of filing for bankruptcy -- they’re in counseling for the same old stuff which is their constant fighting and spending money and work that isn’t happening -- the parents of five were hit with tax liens totaling nearly $1 million and were also sued by American Express over an unpaid credit card bill of almost $90,000 which Tori asked her mother Candy Spelling who is worth about $600 million to pay but Candy refused and after Candy revealed her plans to leave her fortune to animal charities Tori and Dean may file for bankruptcy because they both love to spend, Bravo bigwigs are hoping hotel heiress Kathy Hilton will fill the vacancy left by Denise Richards and Teddi Mellencamp on The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and producers are trying to keep ratings high by getting veteran Kyle Richards to recruit sister and former castmate Kim Richards and half sister Kathy -- Kathy is said to be high on producers’ wish list because of her wit and humor and is also considered old-school Beverly Hills and show brass want her to bring a certain glamour and sophistication to the show

Page 12: Straight Shuter -- Demi Lovato at a NYC screening party (picture), when the ball drops on New Year’s Eve in Times Square Anderson Cooper won’t be there because he would rather be at home with his baby boy, The Bachelor has cut all ties with Colton Underwood after his ex Cassie Randolph got a temporary restraining order against him, Teresa Giudice plans to move to NYC after listing her New Jersey mansion but she still wants to keep her job on The Real Housewives of New Jersey and to get around that Teresa hopes to pretend she’s moved into her brother Joe Gorga’s home in Jersey

Page 13: John Legend revealed couples therapy helps strengthen his marriage to Chrissy Teigen and said they keep their romance going strong by communicating and being considerate and listening, Jackie Stallone was more than just Sylvester Stallone’s mom -- she was also one of the world top astrologers and psychics who predicted the fall of the Berlin Wall and Kanye West’s presidential run

Page 14: Crime -- convicted Melrose Place killer Amy Locane is in lockup again for a fatal 2010 drunk-driving smashup that took one life and nearly took another after a New Jersey Superior Court Judge said she got off too easy by serving two years behind bars and sentenced Amy to eight more years in state prison

Page 15: The gruesome house of horrors where Drew Carey’s ex-fiancee Amie Harwick brutally met her untimely end is on the market for $1.5 million and her family can’t wait to get rid of it, Shannen Doherty is in pretty good spirits amid her ongoing battle with stage 4 breast cancer according to her former Beverly Hills 90210 co-star Jason Priestley

Page 16: Cover Story -- After decades of turning a blind eye to her husband’s cheating Queen Elizabeth’s 72-year marriage has shockingly collapsed and Prince Philip is now banished to a remote cottage far away from the monarch -- despite royal courtiers painting a rosy picture of the couple quarantining together at Windsor Castle since March the truth is their marriage has been a sham for decades and they’ve been living separate lives for over 50 years and all this forced togetherness was simply too much for them -- Philip has been cheating on Elizabeth since before they were married and has several love children; he has rumored to have had flings with actress Helene Cordet and Daphne du Maurier and Pat Kirkwood and Jane Russell and Merle Oberon and Zsa Zsa Gabor and Princess Alexandria and Sacha Duchess of Abercorn and most recently Lady Penny Romsey -- there will be no divorce and they will just quietly continue their separate lives to the end of their days but the queen never wants to see Philip again

Page 18: Larry King’s estranged wife Shawn Southwick is demanding $33,000 a month in spousal support because she claims she gave up her music and TV career to marry the frail talk show host and then raise their sons Chance and Cannon, Hollywood Hookups -- Halle Berry and Van Hunt dating, 90 Day Fiance stars Ashley Martson and Jay Smith split for good, Justin Duggar dating Claire Spivey

Page 19: Tom Cruise is set to shoot the first major movie in outer space and he’s headed to the International Space Station in October 2021 with director Doug Liman -- the two and possibly one additional actor will hitch a ride aboard Elon Musk’s SpaceX Crew Dragon capsule to film the unnamed project, the IV needle allegedly used to administer the fatal dose of propofol to Michael Jackson on June 25 of 2009 is up for auction by the estate of the late singer’s father Joe and the chilling item used by Michael’s physician Dr. Conrad Murray is reportedly still stained with Michael’s blood -- it was submitted to the auction by Michael’s cousin Marsha Stewart who says she took it from Michael’s bedroom days after he died, Sharon Stone has pressed her lips on a long list of Hollywood hunks but picked Robert De Niro as far and away the best kisser but rated her other leading men as kind of like meh

Page 20: Stars Playing Stars -- how they did it -- Muhammad Ali and Will Smith, Frida Kahlo and Salma Hayek, Ray Charles and Jamie Foxx

Page 21: Marilyn Monroe and Michelle Williams, Queen Elizabeth and Helen Mirren, Billie Holiday and Diana Ross, Bob Dylan and Cate Blanchett

Page 22: An adopted son of Mia Farrow and Woody Allen has charged it was his mother not his father who was the monster in the family -- Moses Farrow says Woody did not molest adopted daughter Dylan Farrow in 1992 and that he can no longer stay silent as Woody continues to be condemned for a crime he did not commit

Page 26: Less than nine months after Kobe Bryant and daughter Gianna died in a helicopter crash a vicious feud has ripped the family apart -- the row erupted between his widow Vanessa Bryant and her mother Sofia Laine after Sofia went on TV to publicly accuse her daughter of tossing her out of the family home -- Vanessa feels she’s already given her mom so much and then she heard through the grapevine that Sofia complained she should have more -- it does seem cold that Vanessa would take such action against her mother but she’s ready to take on anyone using her husband and child’s deaths as a selfish cash grab and that includes Sofia

Page 27: Danny Masterson’s rape trial is looming and the Church of Scientology is doing everything in its power to back the scandal-scarred actor -- the church’s leaders have assigned their top lawyers to aid Danny who is a prominent member of the religion and the lawyers are scouring every law on the books to get the case thrown out or get him acquitted -- the church has previously been accused of trying to get the other side’s defenses dismissed or judges thrown off cases and using all manner of tactics to delay due process

Page 28: American Life -- Bighearted ex-billionaire Chuck Feeney has spent 38 years giving away nearly all of his vast fortune and the generous do-gooder said he wouldn’t have had it any other way

Page 29: Famed stoner Willie Nelson can’t stop sampling his own marijuana products and now friends fear the 87-year-old music legend is smoking himself to death -- Willie’s a believer in the powers of cannabis and promotes it passionately but years of smoking has done a number on his lungs and he can barely breathe at times, Julia Duffy has been keeping close a tragic heartache for more than a year -- her only son Danny Lacy committed suicide at age 29 after years of suffering from mental health issues

Page 34: Comic Kathy Griffin has seen her popularity plummet in recent years and it’s played a role in her plans to sell her sprawling Bel Air estate -- Kathy has burned a lot of bridges and concerts and TV appearances have dried up because of her many industry conflicts so she’s trying to unload her massive manor with wine cellar and movie theater and eight bedrooms for $16 million -- she didn’t want to sell it but the cost and size have become too much for her to handle

Page 36: Health Watch

Page 38: CIA bigwigs once hired a psychic to determine if there was life on Mars -- the misguided mission was said to be part of Project Stargate which was launched in 1978 and somehow cost an astronomical $20 million after the CIA hired a man who claimed he could see the surface of the planet in his mind -- the unnamed man claimed he could see huge pyramids and an obelisk structure and road networks on the Red Planet as well as living creatures, John Lennon’s killer Mark David Chapman shocked the parole board when he admitted he deserved the death penalty even as he begged for his freedom at his last hearing -- his murderous motive was seeking self-glory -- the board denied his parole saying they found his statement infamy brings you glory disturbing

Page 42: Red Carpet -- London Fashion Week

Page 45: Spot the Differences -- Luke Bryan and his dog Choc

Page 47: Odd List -- doctors remove granny’s football-sized tumor

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Trials of Mana, Session 3: “Get to the Damn Ship!!”

Ok, now I remembered that this is not ✨ THE SHIP ™ ✨ , but I really get a bad feeling boarding any ship in this game...

Kevin and Riesz have small talk while traveling to Laurent (Laurent is the easy new name to remember thanks to Heroes of Mana) My headcanon of their friendship is so strong by now, I love it!

She is really angry but her best friend has her back (pls chill, Im an expert on revenge, now is not the time) Love this cute cinnamon roll

=============== Now Riesz offered herself to guide the group now that she is back at home, and into the Meadow we go! Yes the sleep flowers and the Amazon Hideout... Time to get the Chibikko Hammer!! I kinda like how this part is really quick now with the map markers and everyone telling you what to do and where to go... It took me AGES to figure that out with my brother with almost no knowledge of English.

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Is kinda sad that the hammer is no longer an item that can be assigned to the wheel.... anyway, ITS HAMMER TIME!!!

Just wanted to bring this out: Kevin is “=O!” but now lets do a close up to Charlotte face, She is laughing??

Exhibit n°485 that proves that Charlotte is a spawn of Satan - I love how Kevin makes everything up: Just moved to live here; ohh I smell like human because I took a human to get here! hahahhaha precious!

Domperi is a bigger troll than in the original, and even Kevin is kinda done with him

Exhibit n°738 that proves that Charlotte is the literal devil:

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Ok, enough fooling around, now back to the Corridor of Wind!... I mean Gusthall?? I repeat, I will need a lot of time to get used to real translation names... - Again going on that ship... Kevin and Riesz keep doing small talk, I really love this!!! BEST FRIENDS!! - I... I'm kinda overleveled for this, just sweep the entire dungeon AND made class change of the 3 characters lol!

Welcome the new team: DPS, Debuffer and devil's child Healer and support

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- Time to get Laurent Castle back! CHAAAAAARGEEE!!! (omg just started the night-time! AWOOOOOOO!)

- Some of the Japanese audio tracks don’t have subtitles :( I don't speak japanese but I think know that Kevin is encouraging Riesz to keep going and that he will help her, best friends indeed.

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The thief stole her heart hehehe / Kevin asking if she is ok and looking kind of surprised.... and then we have Charlotte looking like “I’m gonna steal your man really soon and then kill him because he didn’t give ME a kiss”... She is the devil!!! I’m telling you!

=============== At some point it became day time, but is ok, I’m already on second class and 2 levels above the enemies. TOP 10 PICTURES TAKEN SECONDS BEFORE DISASTER

Holy Mother of Mana!!! That was HAAAARD!!!! OMG I spend my 9 cups of wishes, almost all my candies and Riesz and Charlotte ended up beaten and down!! Zehnoa is really hard (This is the last time I start a boss fight during daytime. ===============

OHH MY GOD! I FORGOT ABOUT BILL AND BEN IN THIS PART!!! Their theme is still fresh, and at least they were easy to beat :D

=============== Ok... now to ✨ THE REAL SHIP ™ ✨... Nonono no I really don’t want to take the boat... Wait... What did you just say Charlotte? You don’t know how to swim? Quick!! To the Ship!! (Still don’t want to take the ship)

New Headcanon time: Kevin prefers to swim across continents because he gets a little seasick on long trips. Ok... I don’t like this ship but, let’s do it fast!!

Too pure! (hehehe yes he was thinking on passing it to other person hehehe cute kevin)

Ghost Kevin giving the puppy eyes :( Ok Charlotte, you will be the ghost. bye!! =============== I hate this ship! I hate the poison! I hate this part! I hate it I hate it I HATE IT IHATEITIHATEIT ohh look! I can change their clothes to the previous class! how come I didn’t notice that before!! ===============

Why is Kevin so scared!!?? omg I love the "Ghost Road” attack now!! ( I really like the FFXIV battle mechanics :D ) AAAAAaand I’m freee!!! wooot!! good bye Ghost ship! =============== Next session: “I’ll rush the island that took me A YEAR to figure out what to do with my brother because we didn’t understand English 10 years ago and proceed with the story!”

#personal #FE plays Trials of Mana #Trials of Mana

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Unpinned - Ratatouille

Wow. I imagine that after ten months everyone is REALLY FUCKING EXCITED to see how my ratatouille experiment turned out, right? Right?! (And if anyone thinks I can spell ‘ratatouille’ without glancing up at the open recipe tab you are sadly mistaken). Anyway. A lot has happened in ten months! Since last April I’ve started a garden in my community plot (after eight years on the waitlist), gone to two weddings and two book fairs, taken on about three other people’s worth of job responsibilities at work, and oh! Got engaged! Sorry to have dropped off the face of the earth, but finally nabbing myself a hunky fiancé threw everything into a whirlwind of planning (ironically, he also had an eight year waitlist :P). But a venue is booked, a dj is hired, hair and makeup will be wrangled, and now it’s late winter and I’ve got a lot more free time on my hands to bore you all to death with my cooking disasters. So without further ado:

Ratatouille! From the folks who brought you those kind-of-annoying-but-also-addicting-to-watch cooking videos you see on facebook all the time, Tasty!

Verdict: Is the Pintrest photo complete bullshit? - Yup. Because they make you think your mountain of veggies is just gonna like FIT in the pan. Lies.

Is it crazy expensive/time consuming/confusing? - No! It’s literally just a bunch of sliced vegetables lined up and made hot.

Does it taste good? - All I could think as I ate it was ‘this is fine’.

Ratatouille

Ingredients

VEGGIES

2 eggplants

6 roma tomatoes

2 yellow squashes

2 zucchinis

SAUCE

2 tablespoons olive oil

1 onion, diced

4 cloves garlic, minced

1 red bell pepper, diced

1 yellow bell pepper, diced

salt, to taste

pepper, to taste

28 oz can of crushed tomatoes

2 tablespoons chopped fresh basil, from 8-10 leaves

HERB SEASONING

2 tablespoons chopped fresh basil, from 8-10 leaves

1 teaspoon garlic, minced

2 tablespoons Chopped fresh parsley

2 teaspoons fresh thyme

salt, to taste

pepper, to taste

4 tablespoons olive oil

Preparation

Preheat the oven for 375˚F (190˚C).

Slice the eggplant, tomatoes, squash, and zucchini into approximately ¹⁄₁₆-inch (1-mm) rounds, then set aside.

Make the sauce: Heat the olive oil in a 12-inch (30-cm) oven-safe pan over medium-high heat. Sauté the onion, garlic, and bell peppers until soft, about 10 minutes. Season with salt and pepper, then add the crushed tomatoes. Stir until the ingredients are fully incorporated. Remove from heat, then add the basil. Stir once more, then smooth the surface of the sauce with a spatula.

Arrange the sliced veggies in alternating patterns, (for example, eggplant, tomato, squash, zucchini) on top of the sauce from the outer edge to the middle of the pan. Season with salt and pepper.

Make the herb seasoning: In a small bowl, mix together the basil, garlic, parsley, thyme, salt, pepper, and olive oil. Spoon the herb seasoning over the vegetables.

Cover the pan with foil and bake for 40 minutes. Uncover, then bake for another 20 minutes, until the vegetables are softened.

Serve while hot as a main dish or side. The ratatouille is also excellent the next day–cover with foil and reheat in a 350˚F (180˚C) oven for 15 minutes, or simply microwave to desired temperature.

Enjoy!

Yeah that last step is a bit of a stretch. Let’s explore why, shall we?

Well FIRST off the company couldn’t have been better! Back from wandering the wide world, it’s the lovely Melanie from our adventure with zoodles! She recently co-authored a guidebook to Florence and if you want to feel like you’re chatting with your bestie about the inside info for your trip to Italy, her book is all you need :) I was very excited to have her help tackling this heavyweight of the vegetable culinary world.

Here’s what we started with! ‘But Rew!’ you may ask (if you knew me and were sitting next to me) - ‘what’s with all the potatoes?!’ And I’d look at you knowingly, because I get that question a lot. This time I actually have an answer. We were hosting a few other friends, and in order to make sure there was plenty of vegetable goodness to go around, I brilliantly decided that the ratatouille should be served ON POTATOES. Because who doesn’t think of plain baked potatoes going alongside one of France’s best known dishes?

(It was a horrible idea, btw)

The lovely Melanie, starting the endless task of chopping a bajillion vegetables. They never ended - because not only does the ratatouille itself require a metric fuckton of vegetables SO DOES THE SAUCE.

This is not in the recipe but we needed the potatoes to not be raw so I chucked them in the oven.

What’s with the horrible face? Why I’m nearly thirty agonizing seconds into chopping onions, of course! Seriously, I used to get laughed out of the kitchen by my coworkers when I worked in a restaurant and got onion-chopping duty. I’d run wailing out of the back door with tears streaming down my face.

Proof: I could not take a steady photo of the onions, I was crying so hard.

MOAR VEGETABLES

Ooooh, starting to look like something! These were all the bits for the sauce. I think. I don’t remember the details it was like ten months ago.

The eggplant was the toughest one to cut thin, mainly because our knives could desperately use a sharpening. Starting to run out of plate space for the raw stuff!

Canned tomatoes added! Now we have a pan overflowing with sauce.

Oh okay so now we add two plates worth of vegetables to the overflowing pan? I grow concerned.

Let’s just build a vegetable pyramid! Whatever! What could go wrong?! (Spoiler alert: it took over an hour of scrubbing to clean all the burned vegetable goo off the bottom of my oven).

Post oven! They shrank a tiny bit but this pan is still aggressively full. Good thing we’ve got a full table!

And my worst ‘plated’ shot to date as I forgot to take a picture of the final result before handing them out! These cute mugs are way better anyway :)

Final final verdict: With the potatoes they were…strange. It wasn’t a great pairing - probably just thin pasta or polenta would be better. And I clearly need a bigger cast iron pan. But I might try it again if I found myself with a plethora of veggies!

#unpinned recipe cooking pintrest

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Carried Away Chapter 44: School Daze

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Henry consulted the recipe on his tablet. The search he had done for a simple Bolognese recipe had turned up literally thousands of recipes. He had chosen one that seemed simple enough. He didn’t know how wrong he was until he was already too far in to turn back.

“What in bloody hell does chiffonade mean?” He asked to the empty kitchen. He found himself looking for videos on YouTube to reference what the recipe meant with each new culinary term. This was the first time, since the disastrous salt incident, that he had attempted cooking anything more difficult than a baked pork chop and a vegetable. He was determined to show Lucy, and himself, that he could, in fact, make a meal without messing something up. He also wanted to treat Lucy. She had been working so hard with the play, we wanted to see that she was taken care of, since taking care of herself was not her priority.

Lucy arrived home and took in the wonderful aroma filling the kitchen. She walked to the stovetop, and lifted the lid on the sauce simmering away. She picked up the spoon laying next to the pot, and dipped it in the sauce for a taste. She let out an involuntary groan when the sauce touched her taste buds.

“I take it you approve?” Henry asked from the doorway. Lucy spun around, the spoon still in her mouth, a startled expression in her eyes.

“Henry, this is delicious! Did you make this?” she asked, emphasizing the word make.

“I did.” He confirmed.

“From scratch?” She asked disbelieving.

“Well, the tomatoes came from a tin, but yes, everything else is from scratch.” He replied proudly. Lucy walked to him, and gave him a celebratory kiss.

“Cariño, this is amazing. But you really don’t need to go to all this trouble. I don’t think I’ve ever made spaghetti sauce from scratch. My recipe, is open jar, pour into pot with browned hamburger. Ta-da!”

“It was something I wanted to attempt, after the Great Salt Disaster of 2015, I wanted to prove that I was capable of making edible food. And I want to pamper you a bit, since you won’t take care of yourself, I’m making it my job to take care of you.” Henry explained walking her back to the stove. He took a wine glass from the counter and filled it from an open bottle sitting next to it. “Here, take this, and go change into your ‘comfies’, as you call them. This will take another 20 minutes, according to the recipe.”

Lucy did as she was told, and took her glass of wine into the bedroom. She quickly traded her professional casual attire, for black leggings, with an oversized long-sleeved t-shirt over the top. She went to the bathroom to wash the grime of the day off her face, and throw her hair in a messy bun. She went back to the kitchen “Can I help with anything?” Lucy asked, watching Henry chop ingredients for a salad.

“No, I have everything well in hand, you go to the living room, and don’t come until you’re called.” He said, kissing her cheek, before turning her back toward the living room and swatting her bottom to send her on her way.

Lucy ambled to the living room, sipping her wine. She sat in her favorite arm chair, with a view of the kitchen, so she could watch Henry work. And idea struck her and she pulled out her phone, and snapped a picture of Henry chopping what, she couldn’t tell. She sent it to the Cavill wives group text. “Came home from work, and was told I’m not allowed to help. Sitting here with my wine, enjoying the view.” It didn’t take long before she got a response. It was from Heather, Charlie’s wife.

“He’s making dinner? Are you going to eat it? Brave girl.”

Lucy laughed before responding, “I’ve been teaching him how to cook, he claims he made Bolognese from scratch, and I believe him, he wouldn’t try that one twice.”

“You’ll have to let us know how it is.” Heather wrote back.

The next reply came from Simon’s wife Eva. “You’ve domesticated him. Never thought we’d see the day. Enjoy sweetie!”

“Gracias!” Was Lucy’s response to Eva.

Finally Lucy was allowed in the kitchen. Henry had plated the pasta and sauce and set the table. He poured them each another glass of wine. “Two glasses of wine on a school night, I’ll be asleep by 7!” she laughed.

“I shall try to keep you from falling asleep in your pasta.” Henry joked.

Lucy lowered her face, close to her plate and inhaled deeply. “This smells amazing.” She inserted her fork and twirled a few strands of the pasta. She brought the bite to her lips; Henry’s eyes followed her every movement, waiting with baited breath. Lucy groaned when the flavors hit her tongue. “This is delicious!” Lucy confirmed, at Henry’s questioning look. A smile spread across his handsome face, and he started on his own plate.

“Why do I feel like I’m being buttered up for something?” Lucy said, after they’d both enjoyed their first few bites.

“I just want to make sure that you’re taken care of.” Henry defended. “Though, now that you mention it. I received a call today, they’ve scheduled re-shoots for The Man from U.N.C.L.E. I have to leave the 6th.”

“The 6th as in this Friday?” Lucy yelled.

“No, sorry, the 6th of March. It will hopefully not be more than 10 days. I’ll need to fly back to London on the 6th, so I can be ready for shooting on Monday.” Henry explained.

“So, not for another month. Ok. Well Kal will be happy to see you, and you can sleep at home at least, which will be nice I’m sure.”

“Yes, I will be happy to see Kal, but it means leaving you.” Henry insisted.

“Admit it, you’ll be happy to have some personal space again.” Lucy quipped.

“I’ll be happy to not have you kicking me all night.” Henry laughed.

“I’ll be happy to not have a space heater in bed with me. You’re so hot in bed.”

“That’s not something you’ve ever complained about before.” Henry said suggestively. Lucy laughed.

Lucy met Emma for coffee after school later that week. Once they’d both gotten their drinks and treats they retreated to a table to have some girl time.

“Do you have to rush home?” Emma asked.

“No, Henry has curling tonight, so I won’t see him until he gets home.”

“I still can’t believe that Ryan convinced him to be on his curling team.”

“I’m glad. He doesn’t have any friends here, so for him to get to do a guy’s night once a week is good for him. Plus it gets him out of the house once a week.”

“Doesn’t he get out of the house otherwise?”

“Well he goes to a trainer in Duluth 4 days a week, but that’s during the day. Otherwise, he’s just ALWAYS there. I love him, and I want him with me, but I’ve never lived with anyone before. This is totally new territory for me! Sometimes I just need a little bit of alone time. Like a couple weeks ago. I had a horrible day, my 9th graders were being extra 9th grade-y, and every driver I encountered on my way home was driving like an idiot, I was just done dealing with people by the time I got home. And I told Henry that. I said, “I need 10 minutes where I don’t have to deal with anyone right now. I’ll be in the bedroom.” And he followed me to see if he could do anything, I mean it was really sweet, but I snapped at him, then I felt horrible, and I had to apologize for being in a bad mood.”

Throughout Lucy’s tirade, Emma, just smirked. “Welcome to being in a relationship.” she said and laughed. “So other than the constant togetherness, which I understand, it can be overwhelming, how is everything going?”

“Other than that? It’s been great. I mean, we’ve had our little squabbles about wet towels and dirty laundry on the bedroom floor. He’s way neater than I am; my house has never been so tidy. But other than the little stuff, it’s amazing. I taught him how to cook, he gave my number to a strange man, who happened to be Tom Hiddleston. Did I tell you that? Tom Hiddleston has my phone number, I have HIS! We’re learning so much about each other. We definitely needed this time.”

“Well, I’m happy for you. I’ve never seen you so happy.”

“I am happy. I’m not looking forward to next month though. He has to go back to London for re-shoots, so he’ll be gone for almost 2 weeks. You should come over some night while he’s gone and we’ll have a girls night in; pedicures, movies, carbs, it’ll be great!”

“I’d like that. I feel like I haven’t seen you much since he came.”

“It was January, you never see me in January. Between the play and the end of the semester, I don’t have time for anything not school related.”

“I know. I’m glad the play is done, and I’d love to have a girl’s night.”

“Yay!” Lucy clapped her hands in front of her face. “Now, what’s new with you?”

One week after the Bolognese dinner, Lucy came home to an empty house. There was a note from Henry on the counter telling her he’d gone to the grocery store, well actually he said market, but Lucy said grocery store, and that he would be bringing dinner home. Lucy sighed in relief, and went to change her clothes.

Once she was in her favorite leggings and Henry’s flannel shirt, she sat in her favorite chair to catch something on TV. When Henry arrived 30 minutes later that’s exactly where he found her. In her chair, with the TV on, sleeping.

He smiled at the sight of her in his flannel. After he set down his shopping bags and put the food he’d purchased away, he walked over to Lucy. She looked so serene sleeping, he hated to wake her, but he knew if he didn’t she wouldn’t sleep that night. He smiled as a thought came to him, and he lowered himself to kiss her awake, like Sleeping Beauty. Unlike Sleeping Beauty, Lucy startled awake, screamed, and punched him in the collar bone.

Henry jumped back, rubbing his chest where she’d hit him. Lucy’s hands covered her mouth in horror. “Oh, my god, Henry! I’m so sorry. You startled me! I must have really been out!”

Henry rubbed at the spot, not altogether convinced he wouldn't have a bruise, “It’s ok darling. I wasn’t thinking. That’s quite an arm you’ve got on you.” He laughed.

“Well, I used to take martial arts lessons in high school, they must have stuck around,” she said standing. “What time is it?”

“About 5:15. So you can’t have been out long.”

“Long enough.” Lucy yawned. What did you get for dinner?” she asked, sniffing.

“Just a pizza. Nothing we have to cook.” Henry replied.

“Good, I’m too tired for anything complicated.” She said, wrapping her arms around Henry to give him a quick kiss before wandering into the kitchen to get plates and silverware.

Once they were seated and eating, Henry asked, “Darling, can I ask you something, it might sound offensive, but I can’t figure a way to word it, that doesn’t come off offensive.”

Lucy gave him a skeptical look. “Ok…How about you ask, and I’ll try not to be offended. But no promises.”

“I don’t understand how you’re so tired every evening. It’s not as though your job is physically demanding.” Henry said, stumbling over his words.

Lucy stared at him for several long seconds, her brows drawn together.

“Is that a terribly offensive thing to say to a teacher?” Henry asked.

Lucy opened and closed her mouth several times before answering. “I’m going to go with ignorantly offensive. I know you weren’t trying to belittle me, or my career, but when you say something like that, that’s how it comes across. What is it that you think I do all day?”

“Lecture, provide lessons, lead discussions. Nothing really physical.”

“I suppose you’re right, it’s not a physical job, except the whole standing for 6 hours thing. I mean it’s not doing a fight scene over and over and over again, but it’s more mentally exhausting than physically exhausting. Those things you mentioned, that’s about ¼ of my job.”

“What else is entailed? I’m asking because I’m genuinely curious.”

“Well, while I’m presenting lessons, the kids don’t just sit there passively, so there’s classroom management, lesson planning, grading. Then there’s my duties as class advisor that give me migraines just thinking about them.” She said, and after a short pause she smiled. “Why don’t you come observe my class for a day? See what really goes on in a classroom. I saw how you work, it’s only fair you see how I work.”

“I think I’d like that.” he smiled.

“I’ll get the paperwork going tomorrow, and you should be able to come sometime next week.” Lucy grinned.

“I can’t wait.” Henry replied.

The following day, Lucy got approval from her principal to have Henry in the school for a day, then on the way back to her room she was struck by a bolt of inspiration, and made a detour to the elementary wing of the school. She knocked on a door to see a pretty, blonde woman, about 2 years older than herself, sorting papers into mailbox cubbies.

“Hola Señorita! What can I do for you this morning?”

“Hey Lindie. I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor.”

“Why don’t you ask me, then I’ll tell you.” The woman responded smiling.

“So my boyfriend, he doesn’t understand why I’m so tired everyday when I get home, so I’m going to bring him in to shadow me for a day. I have first hour prep, could I possibly bring him in here for the first hour of the day?”

“You want him to see Kindergarteners at the beginning of the day?”

“Yeah. And if you could do like an art project involving glitter or something that would be great. He doesn’t understand, and I want him to have the whole spectrum of experiences.”

“Definitely not the glitter, but I can for sure take him on for first hour.” Lindie said smiling evilly.

“Great! I’ll bring him down just after the bell rings, and come get him just before the end of first hour. He’ll be here for about 50 minutes. I’m thinking it will be next Thursday. Does that work?”

“I’m writing it in my calendar right now.”

The day arrived for Henry to shadow Lucy. They had to do some gymnastics to get them both ready to leave at the same time, but it happened. It was Lucy’s day to drive the carpool. Both Ryan and Mindy were surprised to find the new occupant in the the carpool. Ryan and Henry obviously had a relationship, but Mindy had yet to meet him. It took less than 5 minutes for Mindy to be completely enchanted by Henry.

“Henry, with that voice, you should do audiobooks.” Mindy commented.

“I’ve never been asked to do one, but I think it would be fun. I enjoy reading. I’ll have my manager look into it.”

The four chatted amiably during the drive to the school. When they arrived, Lucy got Henry signed-in and procured him a visitor’s badge, and introduced him to Erik, the principal, before bringing him to her classroom. She kept her door locked, so as to keep Henry’s presence a secret for as long as possible.

When the bell rang signalling the start of first hour, Lucy stood from her desk, “Well, we should be going.” She announced to Henry.

“Go where?” He asked.

“I have prep first hour. I didn’t think you’d want to watch me make copies and correct papers, so I arranged for you to spend first hour with my friend Lindie.” She brought him to a door decorated with brightly colored paper. She knocked twice and entered.

Henry first saw a blonde woman sitting on a small chair. He next noticed the 20 small children sitting in a circle in front of her. The woman’s face split into a large smile, “Señorita! Friends, this is Miss Claussen. She’s the Spanish teacher. Señorita, how do we say good morning in Spanish.”

“Buenos dias.” Lucy pronounced slowly for the group.

“Friends, can we all say buenos dias to Miss Claussen, and her friend?”

The group of children greeted them enthusiastically.

“Chicos and chicas, this is my friend Mr. Henry. Mr. Henry is from England. He’s here to visit today.” All of the children waved, and Lucy turned her attention to the teacher. “I’ll be back at about 9:25.” She turned to Henry, “Have fun.” And with those final words, she left.

Henry stood tentatively by the door, surveying the crowd of small children.

“Mr. Henry, why don’t you come and sit down and tell us about England.” The woman brought out a globe so Henry could show the kids where England was located in relation to MInnesota. Everything was going great, Henry thought, until he asked the question he regretted. “Does anyone have any questions?” Every child’s hand shot into the air. The questions ranged from, What do you do, to are there unicorns in England, to have you met the queen. Henry’s head spun trying to keep track of all the questions.

Lindie was impressed with his calm demeanor. He answered most of the students’ questions calmly, but with a bit of humor. Before he knew it, there was a knock on the door, and Lucy appeared. “I’m sorry chicos and chicas, but I have to take Mr. Henry now. Say adios.” All of the children made a sad groan as Henry stood. They all waved goodbye to him as he and Lucy exited the class.

Once they were in the hallway, Henry sighed. Lucy laughed. “Did you have fun?”

“Did you know a small child can ask approximately 100,000 questions per minute?”

“I did.” She laughed.

“She does that everyday?”

“All day. And this is her 13th year of teaching.” She informed him. He shivered in response. “That is why I teach high school.”

They made their way back to Lucy’s room and Lucy assigned Henry a spot for the day. When the bell rang, Lucy’s entire demeanor changed, his Lucy was replaced by Miss Claussen. This was not the silly woman he had grown to love over the last seven months. This was a professional.

The first few students who entered the room didn’t notice Henry, it wasn’t until one of the drama students entered, that Henry was acknowledged. Once he was noticed, he became the center of attention. Once the bell rang to start class, Lucy raised her voice to be heard above the din of the students. “You have 5 seconds to find your seat or you will be marked tardy. Cinco...cuatro...tres...dos...uno.” The students quickly found their seats and were all quiet by the time she reached uno. “That’s better. Now, who are we missing today?” Lucy asked, consulting her computer screen.

Henry wasn’t able to understand the words Lucy was speaking, but he understood the message by watching what the students did. They all pulled out their folders and took out papers. Lucy began speaking to the students, when a girl in the middle of the class raised her hand.

“Margarita, si?” Lucy asked, calling on the girl.

“Ummm, is that Henry Cavill sitting in the back?”

“Yes it is. Chicos and chicas, this is Mr. Cavill. Mr. Cavill is here to shadow me for the day. Just pretend he isn’t there.”

“Um, Ms. C? Have you seen him? He’s impossible to ignore.” Another girl commented, causing a laugh to ripple through the class.

“Well, Anita, you’ll just have to try.” she said smiling.

Henry watched Lucy’s next three classes. She was in her element. It was obvious to him that her students liked and respected her, and she somehow was funny and professional at the same time. During the second class he was watching, when she gave the students time to work, he stood to run to the loo. Lucy stopped him. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Just running to the loo darling.” He answered quietly.

“Nope, you don’t get to go, unless I get to go. So not for another 20 minutes.” She smiled and patted his cheek.

After Lucy’s third class in a row, it was finally time for lunch. Henry hadn’t done anything, but the constant contact with the students for the morning had left him exhausted.

“Is it time for a break yet?” Henry asked.

“Ordinarily, yes, but today it’s a prom planning meeting. So we’ll go get lunch, and then bring it back here.” Lucy led him to the teacher’s lounge, where she took a bag out of the refrigerator before turning him back around to return to her room.

After several minutes a group of 8 girls filed into the room carrying trays filled with some sort of food Henry couldn’t identify.

“Ok, ladies, let’s try not to make this meeting last all lunch period. Venue committee, what’s the news on linens?”

“Linens are included in the cost of renting the ballroom, which they’re giving us for free. But if we want chair covers, those would be $150. They look really nice, and I think we should get them.” A blonde girl commented.

Lucy closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply. “I don’t think you need chair covers. This is a prom, not a wedding.”

“But they really make the room look nice, the girl argued.

Lucy sighed again, and rubbed her temples. “Ok, this isn’t my prom, I’m just here to sign paperwork and crush dreams. You guys have a budget. Now, if the committee wants to spend $150 on chair covers, I can’t stop you, but I’m telling you, I think it’s an unnecessary expense.”

The girls talked it over amongst themselves for several minutes, before Henry interjected.

“Ladies, if I may, I have been to several black tie events, where the men are all in tuxedos, and the ladies are wearing designer gowns, I don’t recall ever seeing a chair cover at any of these events.”

In the end the chair covers were voted down, and the rest of the committee chairs submitted their reports without much fuss, leaving Lucy and Henry alone in her room for the remaining 10 minutes of the lunch period.

Lucy kissed him hard. “Thank you! That one has been driving me to drink all year. She’s essentially a bridezilla, except for prom.”

Henry asked, and Lucy explained what a prom was, a formal dance with a dinner, and explained that as class advisor she had to oversee the planning and chaperone the event.

“It’s not so bad. It’s fun to get dressed up every now and again. I don’t mind it that much.

“Will I be chaperoning as well?” Henry asked conversationally.

“It’s May 2nd, so if you’re here, then yes, I will expect you to chaperone as well. But I wouldn’t expect you to fly back just for prom. Henry pondered her statement.

The last two classes of the day passed similarly to the morning classes. By the time the final bell rang, Henry was exhausted, and his bladder was about to burst. When he returned from the bathroom he asked Lucy, “Is this what you do everyday?”

“All day, everyday. Though the prom meetings are only once every two weeks, until closer to the event, then they’ll be weekly.” She explained, packing her bag to go home.

“I can see now why you’re so tired. The kids are exhausting. But you’re great with them.”

“I love teaching. I love most of my students. I don’t know what I would do if I wasn’t teaching.” Lucy commented absently, as she surveyed the contents of her bag.

Henry’s head swam as he thought about why Lucy might not be teaching. Could he really pull her out of this world that she loved, and move her across the ocean?

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