#mayo and mustard for me personally

[prettyboykatsuki]

OBJECTION. mayonnaise does not belong in a sandwich

*loud incorrect buzzer*

[giddlygoat]

i feel like an absolute clown when i explain to folks that while yes, i DO casually cosplay as my favorite characters and adopt much of their vernacular and prepare food inspired by their diets and listen to music they enjoy and adjust much of my daily routine to accommodate the hyperfixation, i don’t kin them. i’m just absorbing their power into my own being. this is how i become stronger

[shego1142]

this sandwich is really carb heavy

Guys, let's make a sandwich. I'll start:

Bread

[jubburb]

✮⋆˙Toge Inumaki

Safe words Toge uses (All not used)

NOT PROOFREAD, JUST ONE SEXUAL JOKE, EVERYTHING IS ALL FLUFF. I think.

----Salmon (shake), fish flakes (okaka), kelp (konbu), mustard leaf (takana), Salmon roe (Sujiko), caviar (ikura), spicy cod roe (Mentaiko), tuna (tsuna), tuna mayo (tsuna mayo)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

It would've been better if someone as lively as you weren't in Toge's life. It's been so hard on him ever since you went on that 3 week mission, leaving him all alone, with no one to talk to.

Of course that's an exaggeration. Yuuta and Panda were there talking to him, but it's not the same when the love of his life talks to him.

It's quite the predicament, really. He thinks that you don't know about his crush on you, but you know that he has a crush on you and he doesn't know that you know. (Good lord-) Toge didn't really hide it well, making it obvious with how much more eye contact he made with you. Who wouldn't pick up on the hints?

As the reasonable person you are, you decided to wait. If he doesn't say anything, you won't say anything about it either. Yuji says otherwise, he wants you to blast Toge's love life on speaker. He's just a little excited, that's all.

Though it also helps you, since you're not too sure how you can reciprocate the feeling back, when you haven't done that much romance in your life yet. It's an odd feeling, you being the target of someone's love, and not it being the other way around. It's hard to think about it when you yourself haven't experienced romantic love. (But it's not hard to know when someone likes you, given they act all weird around the said person)

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"Ikura." He grumbled, expressing his sadness, kicking a pebble while walking.

It's been 2 and a half weeks, your mission coming to an end in a few days. Toge doesn't know what to do for the rest of those few days, he doesn't even know how he survived the past 2 weeks.

He walked back to his respective room, mind blank as he threw himself onto his bed. Toge didn't have that many missions this morning, but he did feel a little drowsy.

He tried to fight off the sleepiness, he doesn't know why, but he did so.

Toge- slept. He failed the battle against his eyes, sleep weighing down on his eyelids. Although, Toge found it weird when it felt like the best nap he had gotten when he woke up. His hair was oddly well brushed too.

At first, his vision was a little blurry, but as he rubbed it, he saw a silhouette of a face, looking at him.

He jolted up, lowering his scarf as he was ready to use his curse technique, but then he saw your face. Toge lit up to the sight of you, immediately hugging you.

"Toge! Surprised to see me? I got back a little early from the mission!"

Toge nodded and rubbed your back, “Konbu” he whispered, feeling your shoulder blades. He's an odd guy, really. He might've done that to try and tickle you.

"Hello to you too. I know you definitely missed me. I actually thought my mission would end a week early but the curse kept on duplicating and it was..tiring. Anyway, you doing good?”

“Shake,” he nodded from your shoulder. Toge hugged you more tightly, but what can you do? You were away for so long, it's understandable for him to get touchy feely.

"I got us some snacks from my mission, you wanna eat it?" You patted his back, trying to pull away from him. Toge kept his hands wrapped around you, only to release the hug and type out something.

“U owe me. You left me here for too long :(“

You patted his shoulder, smiling at his response, “Of course, what do you want?”

Toge pondered for a second, before immediately typing on his phone.

“Gibe me s kuss”

“Huh?” You squinted, looking at his phone.

Toge pulled his phone back and corrected his mistakes.

“Give me a kiss”

You stopped, looking him in the eyes. He’s become bolder, hasn’t he? First it was hugs, then cuddles, now kisses. At this point, who wouldn’t think that you guys aren’t dating?

"Who's the submissive one now?" You snickered, shaking him from his shoulder. Toge rolled his eyes, typing again as he grunts from your shakes.

"You can dominate me..in bed ;)"

He smiled, you can see it even if his scarf was up.

"Please, I do not want to see you type that out again. You're so cringe Toge."

The both of you were silent, then a sudden burst of laughter cut the silence. It was fun. The comfort both of you got from each other was evident. You shook Toge as the giggles and snorts continued, but Toge was somewhat serious about the previous text before that.

He loved the way you laugh. It was a wonderful sound to him. He always appreciates that he could get a good laugh out of you.

When it started getting silent, he grabbed your hand, still smiling widely.

"Tuna tuna."

"Yeah?" You asked also smiling, reciprocating the gesture. Toge hesitantly intertwined his fingers with yours, lifting up his scarf and looking away.

You giggled a little, getting closer to his face. You noticed his ears turning into a soft pink. "He's so adorable."

Toge dragged his eyes to look at you, trying to maintain eye contact. He made a little finger heart to you, still being a little shy.

"I love you too Toge," you bumped foreheads with him gently, leaning in to his cheek to give a kiss.

Toge felt it. It was warm. He wished it was planted on his lips instead, but he could only hope for more.

"Shake," he purses, but you couldn't see it, his scarf was in the way. He hadn't noticed that you told him a genuine I love you yet, so you repeated it.

"Toge, I love you. Would you do me an honor of being my boyfriend?"

His eyes widened, face snapped to look at you more clearly. Toge hugged you again, this time pushing you into the bed and wrapping his legs around you. He didn't stop hugging you, still surprised from the sudden confession. But he should've expected it.

You laid there for a while, Toge hugging you from beside. Who would've known? He then pulled out his phone in the hug, typing them deleting, as if he were unsure of what to say. He finally managed to make a sentence.

"Can you do the thing again where you focused your cursed energy in your ears to deflect commands from me? Just this once please?"

He showed you the typed out sentence, you wondered why he had to hesitate a little.

"Sure, give me a moment.."

As cursed energy flowed to your ear, you were ready.

Toge took a deep breath, looking at you in the eyes once again and saying,

"I love you"

Your breath hitched, you never expected it to be this emotional. Toge is never this serious before. And he just showed how much he liked you.

You were about to cry, but you pulled into his hug. Finding more comfort and warmth in his arms.

"I always loved your hugs Toge. I hope we can continue hugging for as long as we are able to."

Toge Inumaki nodded, shifting his position to get a better cuddle from you as he big spooned you.

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Wasn't it nice to know your crush had also liked you too?

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A convo with the other creator of this account

"You can dominate me in bed💀" 💀💀💀 - signed by c

Its so sigma skibidi toilet rizz🤧 EAWWW not doing that again👹

-Jღ

[estrellami-1]

First Cuts

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“Alright, shithead,” Steve says fondly, rolling his eyes at Eddie. “Get here safe, alright? Over.”

“Can do. Over and out,” Dustin replies smugly.

Steve raises his brows at Eddie, who smirks. “It’s his tone, right?”

Steve laughs. “Always is.”

Robin had just left—something about family obligation that she couldn’t and didn’t actually want to get out of—but Eddie had stayed. Steve can’t deny it makes something burn brightly in his chest, warming up his whole body.

Steve turns to the kitchen, moving to nervously start making something. He wants to tell Dustin, but he’s man enough to admit he’s worried about what Dustin will think.

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie asks, just as he reaches the counter.

“Yeah?”

“Why’d you call me?” His voice is quiet, unsure. “I mean… Robin’s your soulmate, shouldn’t she have been the first person you told?”

Steve sighs and moves to the bar to take a seat. “Maybe,” he admits honestly. “But I called you because you’re a good listener, even when I’m not saying much of anything at all. You know how to read between the lines without going down an anxiety spiral like Robin would. And when I’m already anxious, I don’t need something else anxious to keep me there. And you’re calming. I like having you here.”

“Oh,” Eddie says.

Steve thinks they’re both blushing. He’s not willing to look up at Eddie to find out. “Yeah.”

“You, uh.” Eddie clears his throat. “You can call whenever. If you want. If you’re anxious, or just nervous, or just. Want someone there. You can call me.”

“Thanks,” Steve whispers, and they lapse into silence again.

His fingers start to itch, so he hops down from the stool and moves to open the fridge. “What’re you in the mood for? Sandwich?”

“Sure,” Eddie says, and it feels like an olive branch. “You know what I like.”

Dustin arrives not too much later, dumping his bike on the lawn and barging into the house and nosing around things that aren’t his. “Hey, dipshit,” Steve calls, hands covered in mayonnaise, “nose outta my stuff! Come get a sandwich.”

“Ooh,” Dustin calls back, “Turkey and mayo?”

“And mustard, you heathen,” Steve fires back. “Come and get it.”

No response. A minute later he walks in slowly, looking at a sheet of paper. “Uh. Steve?”

Steve hums, looks at him, and freezes before consciously exhaling, long and slow. “Yeah. That’s why I called you over here.” He wipes his hands on a towel, rounds the counter to Dustin. “I applied a while ago, didn’t think anything of it. But it’s…” he pauses, isn’t sure he can do it. Glances at Eddie, sees his encouraging nod, and takes a breath. “It’s a cosmetology school. I wanna do hair.”

Dustin’s silent for another long minute. Steve and Eddie are eyeing each other, unsure if this is a good or bad reaction. Finally, “Huh,” he says. “Okay, yeah, that makes total sense. I just don’t know how I missed it.”

Steve takes a breath. “Not everything’s about you, kid,” he says affectionately, rubbing his hair and stealing his acceptance letter back. “So, you think I can do it?”

“Well, you’re great with hair,” Dustin reasons. “You helped me with mine for the Snow Ball. And yours always looks great. And it’s actually noticeable when Robin lets you do hers. And you actually do like people, when they’re not being idiots, and you get to talk to people all day too. So yeah, I think this is kinda perfect for you, Steve.”

“Oh,” Steve says, blinking at Eddie, wide-eyed. He can tell by Eddie’s expression that neither of them had expected that. “Well,” he says, voice tight, and pulls Dustin into a side hug. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

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[artaxlivs]

Let Me Be Your Man (I want to hold your hand)

CW: none * Rating: Mature (frottage) * Pairing: Steve/Eddie * Prompt: Mixtape

“Okay! Okay! I’m coming!” Steve yells when the pounding on his door gains momentum to add to its volume. Grumbling, he peeks out the side window and sees one of the kid’s bikes thrown down in his lawn. Little assholes. 

When he yanks the door open, Mike Wheeler is just raising his fist to pound it against the door again. “I need your help.” His face is red and sweaty with exertion as he shoves past Steve into the house. 

Immediately, Steve reaches into the umbrella stand and pulls out the only thing in it - his nail bat. “What’s happening?” He asks, rounding toward Mike, “Why didn’t you radio or call? What is it? Vecna? Jocks? Where’s everyone else?”

Mike skids to a halt and stares at Steve incredulously. “What? No. Put your bat away, dumbass.” He rolls his eyes. “I need your help.”

Relaxing just a small amount, Steve lets the top of the bat rest on the entryway floor. He probably looks as confused as he feels. “What? Why are you saying it like that? What kind of help?”

Mike huffs, throws his hands up and spins on his heel, stalking into the kitchen. Before Steve follows, he counts to ten, puts his bat away and curses the day he started dating Nancy Wheeler. Always the goddamn babysitter.

At the breakfast counter, Mike is deflating, shoulders drooping in what looks like defeat, chin braced in one hand, elbow pressed against the cool tile. With the other hand he’s tracing the lines of grout between the tiles.

On a whim, Steve detours to the fridge, loading up his arms with the makings for sandwiches. Back at the counter, he pulls out four slices of Wonderbread. “So - what brings you to my door?” He shakes the mayo and Mike nods so he starts to slather it on two of the pieces. Mike nods again to the mustard so Steve slathers that on the other two. Giving Mike the time to gather his thoughts.

“Um, well…I, uh, I like someone.” Mike sighs, looking down at the tile where he’s still tracing the lines. 

Someone not a girl. Someone. Will. It’s gotta be Will. Steve has seen the way that they both look at each other when the other isn’t looking. He and Robin have talked about it, about which one to approach first to let them into their elite Hawkins Gay Club which currently has two members. Not one and a half, Robin. Being bisexual still means he’s a whole gay. Dang it.

“Cheese?” Steve asks, peeling his own out of the Kraft plastic wrap. When Mike nods, Steve pulls out a second one for him. “Turkey or ham?” He pops open both and proceeds to put both on his own sandwich.

“Both, please.” Mike says and then jumps down, well, steps down because his gangly legs are much longer now. He goes over and grabs the salt and pepper from the back of the stove lip and sprinkles some of each on his, raises an eyebrow and when Steve nods, he sprinkles them on Steve’s as well.

Fancy.

“You want lettuce and tomato?” Steve says, slicing his own. Mike does not, he does go into the pantry and grab a bag of chips though because the kids are way too comfortable in Steve’s house apparently. 

“I need your help making a mixtape.” Mike says as sits back down.

Steve frowns. “Why are you here for a mixtape and not at Eddie’s? He’s the music guy.” And really - that’s a no brainer.

Groaning, Mike flops his head down his folded arms on the counter, narrowly missing the bag of chips. “Eddie cannot be trusted to make mixtapes. I was there for four hours, Steve. FOUR HOURS. And all I got was a lesson on ‘real metal versus sell out metal.’” He groans again. “He was so excited to help me but then we just recorded an hour of Black Sabbath songs. W- this person doesn’t even like metal!”

“Well, you’ve come to the right place.” Steve gives Mike an encouraging smile as he cuts their sandwiches in half diagonally. Who cuts sandwiches across the middle? Vecna probably. Monster. “Mixtapes aren’t just about your favorite songs or even their favorite songs. It’s songs that you want to share with them and songs that remind you of them. And, of course, songs that tell them how you feel about them.” He plates both sandwiches and slides Mike’s across the bar. “It helps to know who the person is because mixtapes should be personalized but as long as you know their music, I can probably help you.”

Chewing the first bite slowly, Mike nods like he’s agreeing or gearing up to talk. Steve grabs them each a soda out of the fridge, sliding Mike’s over and taking the bag of chips. “My sister really loved the one you made for her. Well,” He reaches into the chip bag and pulls out a handful before pushing the bag toward Steve, “she still does actually. She plays it sometimes.”

Steve stops with his hand half inside the bag, “She does?”

“Yeaaaah.” Mike drags it out, putting a chip in his mouth but then talking around it. “She said it was the tape that made her realize she needed to break up with you.” Steve makes a little grunt of outrage but Mike pushes through, waving his hand to stop Steve from interrupting. “No, no, she loves that tape. Seriously. She said that listening to it made her realize that you’re the kind of guy who loves forever. But that you loved this girl she made up, she was pretending to be, even though she knew she’d never be that girl again…not after…you know.” He shrugs his bony shoulders and looks down at the counter again.

Without thinking about it, Steve’s eyes flick up to look out of the kitchen window where he can see the corner of the pool. He nods, saying dejectedly, “Yeah, I get that.” 

“And sometimes, when Jonathan is being Jonathan, she listens to it to remind her that you saw her as strong and brave - that’s what she said, strong and brave - before she even saw herself that way.” Mike opens his sandwich and puts down a layer of chips on top of the meat, squishing the top slice of bread back down before taking a bite. These kids are such weirdos. With his mouth full, he continues, “She said it reminds her that she doesn’t need Jonathon. Or any man. That she won’t settle for a life she doesn’t want. Not even for a guy like you.”

“Huh.” Steve replies, taking another bite of his own sandwich, chewing thoughtfully. “A guy like me?” 

Rolling his eyes, Mike makes a sound like he’s tasted something bad and says, “Yeah, don’t get a big head. You still suck.”

Steve snorts. The audacity of this kid is truly admirable. He’s still not sure that makes him feel better but Nancy deserves to get what she wants so he can be happy for her. Even if his tape is part of what drove her away. He shakes it off, though, “Okay, so what type of music does this person like?”

They spend the rest of the afternoon and well into the evening going through the tapes and albums Steve has and making a list of the ones that Mike has that he thinks might work. Then they pair them down to make an album that flows, “like a story” Steve tells him. The playlist has a song by Bowie because really every playlist should. One from The Smiths because Steve knows Will loves them even though he doesn’t mention that part to Mike. Mike picks the one metal song that Eddie suggested that he thought made sense, they all sound alike to Steve so he doesn’t pay attention to which one it is. The others are sprinkles of songs both boys have shared memories about.

“It’s really the last song that matters,” he tells Mike. “You’ve laid the groundwork for blending your stories together and that last song is the one you have to be brave with. The words matter. That’s the song where you say what you wanna say. Even if it’s the scariest thing you’ve ever done.”

Mike nods slowly, like he’s really focusing on the meaning behind Steve’s words.

The last song, after the Mike and Will songs, after it’s clear that this is a story of the two of them together , is “I Want to Hold Your Hand,” by the Beatles. It’s the only song like it on the whole tape so it stands out clearly. It’s a love song without being slow and romantic. It’s honest. And it says, “let me be your man.” So there are no wrong pronouns. Again, Steve doesn’t mention it. 

After running by the Wheeler’s to pick up a few of Mike’s tapes, they pull by the trailer park and Mike runs in to borrow the one that Eddie suggested. At the trailer door, Eddie looks over at Steve waiting in his car and gives him a head nod. Smiling fondly, Steve wonders if those two know how dorky they look in their matching Hellfire shirts and cut off jeans, if Eddie is aware that Mike is trying very hard to be as cool as he thinks Eddie is. Probably not. Eddie is pretty oblivious. 

Case in point, Steve’s been hitting on him for weeks with not a single sign that Eddie is aware of it at all.

Maybe Steve should make him a mixtape. He gives a little finger wave that Eddie returns, looking thoughtful as Mike lopes back to the car with his goofily long arms and legs flailing and throws himself into the passenger seat. Steve backs out and drives away, watching Eddie get smaller and smaller in the rearview.

Steve picks them up burgers on the way back to his house and then they lay on his floor next to his big fancy stereo, recording the songs in order, from tape to tape. When they get to the Beatles song, Steve makes an excuse about cleaning up the kitchen and leaves Mike with the tape insert and a pen. 

When he comes back, Mike’s folding a piece of notebook paper and tucking it inside the case as well. He must have had a lot to say. His eyes are a little red rimmed but Steve pretends not to notice of course.

In the Wheeler driveway, after he helps Mike dislodge his bike from where they half tucked it into the Bimmer trunk and just let the lid sit on it because it doesn’t actually fit all the way, Steve leans against the car with his arms and ankles crossed, trying to look as relaxed as he can. He wants to say something, let Mike know he’s a safe person to talk to. That they’re alike. He’s not sure how to without scaring him, though.

“Uh…thanks for this, man.” Mike snorts a laugh and gives that snotty side smile of his, “Maybe Dustin’s right about you.”

Steve grins, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nods solemnly, “You don’t totally suck.” But then he grins back all cocksure like the almost sixteen year old that he is.

Scoffing, Steve kicks out and hits one of Mike’s bike tires with his shoe, “Thanks, asshole.” Pushing off the car, he starts to turn away but then, “Hey, if it’s who I think it is, you can talk to me - I…I get it. Understand?” He makes sure he catches Mike’s eye so the kid can’t look down and away like he usually does. Steve sees the flash of fear but it’s quickly replaced with hope, maybe even trust.

Mike just nods and Steve gets out of there before he embarrasses the poor kid again. On his drive home, he rolls the windows down, turns his car radio up too loud and sings along, uncaring that he’s probably out of tune. 

Steve’s been home for maybe an hour when someone knocks on his door again. There’s less noise this time but it’s still just solid pounding without giving him the chance to get to the door. Everyone he knows is an asshole apparently.

“Alright, alright, keep it in your–” He yanks open the door and finds Eddie standing there still wearing his ripped cutoffs and his Hellfire shirt. Well, the version two that he designed for the club when he handed it down after graduation. “-pants.”

Eddie smiles, sly and flirty, “You sure?”

Steve rolls his eyes, “What are you gonna do when I call your bluff someday?” Because although Steve has been honestly flirting with Eddie, Eddie’s just been over the top hitting on Steve with innuendos and double entendres that don’t mean anything serious. Well, Steve can’t tell if they mean anything serious at least.

Which is part of why Steve hasn’t at least tried to make a move.

“We’ll see when that day comes I guess.” Eddie leans in and taps on Steve’s chest with the tip of his pointer finger. “I made you something Big Boy.”

There’s a circle of burning fire in the spot where Eddie’s finger was. His touches always seem to leave flames in their wake. Steve wonders if Eddie feels them, too “Is it dinner? Because I already ate with Baby Wheeler.”

“Nope.” Eddie drags out the “p” making a popping sound. “Baby Wheeler mentioned you were helping him with his mixtape - said you were some kind of expert.”

Scratching the back of his neck, Steve nods, admitting, “I don’t know about expert. Sorry, though, didn’t mean to step on your toes.”

“No, no, it’s cool.” Eddie leans his shoulder against the door jamb which is weird because he’s usually pushed past Steve to make himself at home by this point. Or Steve has invited him in. But they’re just standing here in the open doorway. “Besides - Wheeler informed me that I suck at mixtapes. Something about telling a story and not shoving metal down people’s throats.”

Steve crosses his arms defensively, “Don’t take it personally. You’re great at dragon stories. Gotta leave something for the rest of us to be good at.” He’s looking down so he misses the expression that accompanies the scoff Eddie gives but it sounds exasperated.

“Well.” Eddie says, bringing Steve’s eyes back up to him as he pulls a cassette tape out of his vest pocket. “Anyway, here.”

It shouldn’t make him feel the way it does. But it does. Steve’s heart flutters and his stomach swoops and the finger that brushes Eddie’s as he takes the tape feels like it’s charged with lightning. He’s still not sure, though, it could be that kind or it could just be Eddie trying to prove that metal is the best.

Before he can stop himself, he asks, “You made me a mixtape?” And the hopefulness in his voice is as clear as day. But then it’s met with a look in Eddie’s eyes - fear, denial, like he wants to take it back, so Steve pivots, teasing, “Is it an hour of metal? Did you do a voice over?”

Rolling his eyes and stuffing his hands into his vest pockets, Eddie hisses, “No. Jerk.”

After a moment of indecision, Steve asks hesitantly, “Do you..do you wanna listen to it together?”

There’s fear in Eddie’s eyes again and he takes a wary step back, “Uh - no. No, that wouldn’t be a great idea.” He swings his arms, snapping and bringing the flat of one hand against the curled first of the other before pointing finger guns at Steve. It’s so horribly awkward that Steve is filled with hope again. “Uh, yeah, it’s, um, it’s just for you, man.” He’s clearly nervous and waves of anxious energy are almost rolling off of him as he spins and walks away, throwing a confident, “See ya Harrington!” over his shoulder but Steve’s not fooled at all. 

“Oh you will, Munson.” Steve calls after him, slow smile growing when Eddie’s shoulder’s visibly hunch before he leaps into his van and pulls away, tires practically squealing with the force of him gunning it. 

Huh. Interesting.

Closing the door, Steve goes over to the phone on the entryway table where he leaves his keys and Family Video vest every night. He dials and after two rings, Robin picks up, “Thank you for calling Family-oh damn it, I mean, hello?”

“You’re such a mess.” Steve snorts.

“Fuck you Harrington, you’re such a mess!” She whisper shouts, because if her dad hears her cussing, she'll be grounded until she leaves for college.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t.” Steve assures her. “But listen - Mike came over earlier–”

“Mike?!” She actually shouts this time. “Is there a Code Red? What happened? Why didn’t you call me?” There’s the distinct sound of her rolling off of her bed and scrambling for shoes or clothes.

“Calm down, you ninny.” He sighs. “We are scarily alike.”

“Duh.” Then she makes an oof sound as she flops back onto her bed.

“I thought the same thing because when does Mike ever willingly talk to me?” 

“Like, never. Unless it’s to make fun of you – ohhh wait, did he come to talk about Will?” She squees. “Did the baby gay come to get advice from his babysitter?”

Steve laughs, switching the phone to his other ear and sitting down on the carpeted stairs. He should have made this call from his bedroom where he could have laid on his bed, too late now. “Sort of? He asked for my help making a mixtape for ‘someone’ but didn’t tell me who and I didn’t out him by asking but when I dropped him off at home, I hinted that I knew and he could talk to me.”

“Ohhhh Steve, that’s so adorable. If I remotely liked any of your children, I’d be touched.” She straight out lies because they all know she adores Max like a little partner in crime. “Why you though? Why not Eddie?”

“That’s what I said!” He laughs and then dives into telling her the whole story. Eddie’s metal sell out lesson, the hours of pouring over music, Nancy’s love of his mixtape that he made for her back in high school. She comments and laughs at all the right places because they are of one mind, as always. Then though, then, he drops the bomb.

“So, the reason I’m calling is because Eddie showed up at my door. With a mixtape. For me. And he declined my offer to listen to it together.” Steve twists the cord around his finger, waiting until the skin turns red before unwinding it.

“Oh my god! What’s on it?” She shouts, “And why didn’t you lead with that?”

“I don’t know what’s on it. I haven’t listened to it yet.”

“Why not, you dingus?!” Robin screeches then she adds in a subdued tone, “Do you think…?” 

In an equally subdued tone he replies, “I don’t know. I think that’s why I called you first. I’m a little scared to get my hopes up.”

She makes a little noise of agreement. She’s been there.

“And I just…I’m not his type at all. And I know that. But he’s so…” Steve sighs and lays back on the stairs awkwardly, it’s not comfortable at all but it’s keeping him focused. “He’s loud and brash and annoying and I like that because I’m not. But he’s also sweet and squishy and brave and so fucking funny. Argh.”

“And you already got your hopes up when he dropped it off and you don’t want to be disappointed?” Robin asks gently because she really does know him so well.

“Yeah,” he tells her in a hushed voice. “His face when he handed it over, Rob. He was nervous. And then he practically ran away.”

“Well, idiot, you won’t know until you listen.” She says matter-of-factly and he can almost hear her brushing off her hands and standing up. “Buck up. You want me to come over and listen to it with you?”

“Nah. I want to hear it the first time on my own.” That way he can cry before he has to face her if that’s where this is going. “I’ll call you if I need you, though, k?”

“You know I’m always here for you.”

He does.

After they hang up, Steve doesn’t waste anymore time. He doesn’t want to give himself any time to think so he heads into the living room and pops it into the tape deck he and Mike had just recorded ‘someone’s’ tape on. Laying back on the floor he lets the first song play. 

He doesn’t recognize the first chords but the recording itself is kinda fuzzy, like it’s a live version of something. It’s an acoustic guitar, slow but building. When the voice comes in, Steve sits up and turns toward the speaker. It’s Eddie.

I was always trapped. Drowning in this small town, Dragged down by small minds To the bottom of the lake. Spent most of my days  on the run from myself. Running from the me I wasn’t ready to be. Trapped in this small town  with these small minds. That is, until you. Until there was you. You stood your ground. Stood up for mine, too. And I never ran as fast  as I did to you.

There’s a guitar break. It’s beautiful, simple, a slow melody that builds with Eddie’s voice almost trembling when it comes back in.

You’re the boy The boy who stops the world. Stops it from spinning Out of my reach. I want to run to you. But we’re stuck in this town With these small minds, That drag us down. I just wanna be free Free to love you. I only wanna run If you’ll catch me.  In this small town In this small town

The song fades out and there’s the sound of Eddie’s breathing, it catches like he’s going to say something but then exhales and the recording clicks off. Steve speeds through the tape and flips it over and does the same to the other side. The rest of it is empty. He plays the song again. Listening with his eyes closed this time.

Then he jumps up, ejects the tape, grabs his keys and fumbles with the lock on the way out. He doesn’t let himself think. Just plays the song over and over for the fifteen minute drive to the trailer park. All the lights in the trailer are on and the music in Eddie’s room is blaring loud enough that Steve can hear it in his car with his own music still on.

He still doesn’t stop to think, just rushes out of the car and up the steps to pound on the door and when Eddie opens it with wide eyes and a healthy dose of fear on his face, Steve thinks for a second that he should say something, confirm that it’s a song written for him - about them both - but he can’t. Or he’ll chicken out. 

So, instead, he just steps into the trailer, forcing Eddie to take a step back, pushes the door shut behind him and whispers, “Too many small minds out there.” And kisses Eddie. 

It’s a good kiss too. Steve cradles Eddie’s head and tilts him just enough that he can get the perfect angle to …what’s the word in all those trashy books? Ravish. Steve ravishes Eddie’s mouth. It’s not sweet, it’s desperate and filled with need and when he finally lets go, Eddie’ lips are swollen and kiss bitten.

“I hope that song was telling me you like me or this is going to be a very awkward conversation.” Steve says when Eddie’s eyes flutter open.

“I’d have made you a whole mixtape but Wheeler told me this afternoon that the final song is the one that really matters.” Eddie grins then, wide and impish, swooping in to catch Steve’s mouth with his own. When he comes up for air, he whispers, “Besides, where was I gonna get an hour of ABBA songs?”

Growling, Steve walks Eddie backwards until the backs of his knees hit the couch and he sits. “I’m more of a Springsteen fan, actually.” He says as he climbs into Eddie’s lap and swoops down for a kiss.

It’s frenzied and graceless, like the two desperate kids they still are. Neither of them old enough to buy a six pack of beer and both overflowing with the sexual tension they’ve built up between them. Steve can’t seem to stop kissing Eddie long enough to do anything more than grind himself down against Eddie’s lap. 

Luckily, Steve’s been in his old basketball shorts all day and Eddie changed into sweats sometime after he’d gotten home so there’s nothing but a few layers of cotton between their rock hard boners. 

Jesus, it feels like the first time Steve dry humped with some girl back in freshman year. But like, a thousand times better. Not just because they both have dicks but because it’s Eddie .

He rolls his hips, brushing their aforementioned dicks together and swallows Eddie’s groan. Eddie’s hands are on Steve’s hips, guiding him as he rolls them, flexing his hands around the softness there. When Steve moans into Eddie’s mouth, Eddie’s hands slip around and squeeze his ass, cupping it and helping him press their laps together. One of them whines as their dicks slot together just right and they both thrust against each other. 

“Stevie, fuck. Yes,” Eddie swears, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Then his tongue is back in Steve’s mouth, sliding along Steve’s, sucking on his bottom lip. He licks and nips and bites his way down Steve’s throat, probably leaving bruises and Steve should care about that but he doesn’t.

“Eddie, Eddie - I need,” It’s too fast, Steve knows he can last so much longer than this but he can’t seem to slow down. “Oh, god.”

“What, Stevie?” Eddie manages between grunts as they rut against each other desperately, “What do you need?”

Oh god, he’s almost there, Steve feels the warmth pooling in his belly, the muscles in his legs straining, the droplets of precome sticking to his underwear and Eddie’s hard cock pushing against the length of his own as he cries, “You, fuck, just you.” And then he comes, arching and fucking against Eddie. One hand buried in the hair at Eddie’s nape and the other digging his fingernails into Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie pulls Steve tight to his chest, one hand around his back, holding Steve close while he comes. Eddie’s still thrusting against Steve, rolling and pressing with his hips until he, too, arches and comes with a hoarse shout.

When Eddie relaxes back against the couch, Steve collapses in his lap, head resting on Eddie's shoulder, breath hot against his collarbone. Both fucked out and exhausted.

Minutes later, once the aftershocks have subsided for both of them and Steve’s sweaty forehead is pressed into the side of Eddie’s sweaty neck, Steve admits, “Fine, I like ABBA but who doesn’t? Those songs are catchy.”

Eddie snorts a laugh out. Then, it's a little gross, but they both start laughing and have to peel their damp crotches away from each other. Totally worth it, though, when Eddie brings Steve's hand up to his mouth, kissing the palm before he threads their fingers together so he can hold Steve's hand.

Thanks to @thefreakandthehair for hosting this challenge! It was super fun and I'm so glad I actually made it in under the deadline. Skin of my teeth!

Here's the Ao3 link if you want to drop me some love there - comments make my brain buzz and I'd love to hear your thoughts on the perfect Mike/Will or Steve/Eddie mixtape playlist!

[lamardeuse]

This is not a Wendy's, and my story is not your burger.

A note up front: the following does not refer to the serious issues of racism, anti-Blackness and white supremacy in fandom spaces, which deserves a much more nuanced discussion than a ridiculous food metaphor could ever hope to express. This is a general discussion of fandom standards around tagging and warnings.

Over the three – now nearly four – decades that I've been in fandom, I've seen a lot. I've seen a lot of foolishness, and a metric fuckton of toxicity, and even some good faith, honest debates about how we should conduct ourselves as we move through fannish spaces and interact with one another. So from the start, let me explain that this is not the old lady crabbing at the kids. None of this is particularly new, and fandom culture ebbs and flows. Heigh-ho, nonny nonny, the wheels roll on.

That said, we need to have a talk. Because some people may not be as experienced as the rest of us, and need to understand some fundamental truths about fandom that they may not have picked up, because no one reads Fanlore from top to bottom for fun. That's not inherently a concern. We all learn from one another – I've learned so much from younger people in fandom, particularly here on tumblr – but there are occasions when younger fans could also benefit from some knowledge flowing the other way.

First, fandom is vast. It was huge when I started in the Dark Ages, and it's increased exponentially in the last fifteen to twenty years, since “geek culture” has gone mainstream. That widening of the circle – and more importantly, the naked commercialization of it by media giants who smell our money like vampires in a blood bank – is both a blessing and a curse, because on the one hand, more people who love a thing means more love for everyone! On the other hand, though, I think it's unmoored us in some senses from the fundamental truth that fandom is unhinged, joyful obsession, the fulfilment of a need for communication, creative expression and connection, and most importantly – community.

Yes, fandom is – or should be, at its best – a community first and foremost. And just like any community, it's filled with individuals who form groups, subgroups and cliques. And none of those groups have ever, in the over half a century since the first Star Trek fan made Kirk and Spock fuck, agreed upon one single, overarching view of what 'community' means. Which means the minute you as a fan come striding up to another fan's little electronic nest on the AO3 or Youtube or tumblr demanding that standard X be applied to their fannish creation in the name of 'fandom courtesy' or 'fandom etiquette'? All the old ladies (gn) in fandom realize that you are desperately, painfully new*.

Does that mean that we shouldn't strive to be a community? Of course not. But I would argue that the single and only “rule” of that community is that we make an effort to treat each other, first and foremost, with kindness and grace, and the understanding that the person you are interacting with is not you. They're not even one of the fifty-two people you interact with on Discord who all agree to the same “rules of fandom” (newsflash: they probably don't). And if you come into their fannish space as a stranger demanding they cater to you, you are probably going to be in for a shock.

Commercialization complicates this issue, because I think one element that's new is that some of us have lost sight of the fact – or never learned – that fans do not place their creations in front of you like a server handing you a bag at a fast food drive thru window. They are not producing a commodity to be consumed for which you paid hard earned money that entitles you to certain rights, such as the right to complain if you ordered a burger with mayo and received mustard instead. You would certainly have a right to demand compensation if you're allergic to mustard and had to go to the hospital as a result.

Fandom is more like a potluck, a gigantic potluck with literally millions of dishes. At some tables, there are agreed upon warnings for certain allergens, but others are not required to be mentioned and if you have an allergy, you will need to ask directly. At some tables, you are told that there may be allergens in any of the dishes and you proceed to eat them at your own risk. That risk and your assessment of it is, for better or worse, entirely your responsibility to manage. And your preferences – level of spice, aversion to certain textures and flavours – those are not allergies and there is no prior agreed upon standard to break down every possible element of a dish so that you will always be able to avoid any contact with the foods you personally don't like. There never has been, and there never will be.

The only thing you can be certain of is that on every single table, there are dishes that people have created for you for free with love, effort, experience and care. If you walk up to that table and take a bite and then politely turn down any more, that's fine. If you take a bite, spit it out and loudly tell that person that is not what you were expecting, you wouldn't have tried it if you'd known what it tasted like, and you are appalled that this person did not inform you of every single ingredient before you tried it? You, my friend, are not going to be welcome at the potluck.

Fandom is not a Wendy's. The stories, songs, costumes, artwork, edits that we put out into the world are not mass produced burgers made in a giant factory and shipped to restaurants where you can rest assured that the burger you eat in London will taste the same as the one in Dubuque. And no, the time you invested in reading a fic, watching a vid or contemplating a piece of artwork posted freely on the internet is not something you have the right to demand a refund on either, because again, fandom is not a fast food restaurant, and our interactions with one another in fannish spaces are not transactions. Every creation you choose to put in front of your eyeballs took that person time and energy, and they are putting that out in the world to make a connection with other human beings.

The next time you leave a comment, choose connection. It's easier than you think.

(*I'm going on good faith here and presuming most people who do this are relatively new to fandom. I'm not counting the people who think it's fine and dandy to hurl abuse at strangers for not obeying their standards – those people should be blocked and excluded on sight. I sincerely hope that they get help for the demons that are chasing them and telling them this is an acceptable way to live.)

[imagine-knb]

My fav Admins are still posting!! Yippeh! anywayyyss can I request GoM+Kagami+Kotarou+himuro on how they would react when their fem crush who's quiet and reserved around others but is bubbly and talkative (and weird in a good way) around them saying "Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup....and you were mustard...which is weird bc usually your mayonnaise in my dreams why do you suppose that is? :3" like js randomly in comfortable silence between them hehe <33

The irony is the fact that I then went on a months long hiatus... 😅 Admin Neon

Kuroko: There's a beat between the end of your sentence and his response, but when he finally does open his mouth, it's laughter that falls out. Kuroko barely ever heard you speak, so to have something so off topic and random slip past your lips definitely caught him off guard. He asks you to elaborate, wondering more about these silly dreams of yours.

Kagami: There's a slight smirk on his face when he asks, "You sure you weren't just hungry?" The story of your dreams has his own stomach growling, so Kagami offers to bring you out to lunch while you continue telling him everything. It isn't until he's at Maji Burger and he sees how perfectly mustard and ketchup combine that he starts to think deeper about your dreams. It has him blushing.

Kise: You are halfway through your dream explanation when you realize Kise is staring at you in wonder. The second you pause long enough to give him a word in edgewise, he's breathing out a quiet, "You dream about me a lot?" Something about your accidental confession has his heart swelling, despite the oddness of your actual dreams.

Aomine: There's a snort that comes from his as he drops himself beside you, shoving his arm against yours. He compares his dark complexion to your own. "You sure you weren't the mayo?" he teases. He's trying to get you to fluster, trying to hide his own embarrassment from showing after you revealed you dreamed about him often.

Midorima: He had been listening to you intently the entire time, soaking in all the details of your dreams. But when you got to the part about ketchup and mustard, Midorima couldn't help but get lost in confused thought. Surely that must've meant something, right? Ketchup and mustard when together far better than ketchup and mayonnaise, so this was a good sign. Right?

Murasakibara: His brows furrow as he thinks about what you've just said. "Why mayonnaise?" he asks, poking at the skin of his arm. Was it his complexion? Did something about his personality just scream mayo to you? He almost didn't want to know, nose wrinkling. Even mustar wasn't that much better of an option. "Can't I be something else? Like some nerunerunerne?"

Himuro: He hides his slight smile behind a hand as you describe your dream. You don't notice his furrowing brow underneath his bangs. Is being mayonnaise in your dream supposed to be a compliment? Why does it feel like an insult? Himuro listens to your long tale nevertheless, nodding along and asking furthering questions. He wants to get to the bottom of its meaning.

Akashi: There's a brief moment where he has to pause, nearly asking you to repeat yourself. Akashi takes a moment to process what you've said, though it still doesn't make any sense to him. Instead, he latches on to the only thing he can wrap his head around. "You dream of me?" he asks, expression changing from confused to amused when you start to stutter in embarrassment.

Hayama: His energy matches yours exactly and, despite taking a second to catch up to your line of conversation, Hayama joins it with just as much enthusiasm as if the two of you were talking about basketball. He asks you about your dreams and counters with stories of his own. They sound just as random as yours and he points out how the two of you must be more alike than he thought.

[jinisnuggets]

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕀 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕊𝕒𝕪 𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖

ᵖᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ⁱⁿᵘᵐᵃᵏⁱ ᵗᵒᵍᵉ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: 0.3ᵏ

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ˢᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃˢᵏ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᵃ ᵠᵘᵉˢᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵏᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ.

ᵇʳⁱᵉᶠ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇˡᵒᵍ

You were doing your normal routine, but the question continued bothering you.

You tried to get it off your brain, move your brain away from the thought, but you just couldn't.

However, if you asked it might hurt the person you least wanted to hurt…

Your boyfriend, Inumaki Toge.

Everyone knew Toge's curse, they knew you guys were together.

Although he couldn't talk, you often wondered what he say if he was able to speak normally for even just a minute?

You glanced over at your boyfriend, sitting on the grass, the light breeze waving his hair around in the air.

You bit your lip, however Toge noticed this and turned his view to you.

"Mustard leaf?"

You looked over at your worried boyfriend.

"Sorry, nothing's wrong. Don't worry."

He glared at you before shaking his head.

"Tuna Mayo."

"Come' on! I already told you I'm fine, really!"

Toge grabbed your hand and squeezed it, while looking at you in the eyes.

"Tuna, Tuna Mayo…"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Salmon."

Letting out a sigh before you speak, worried for his reaction to your question.

"If you could speak.normally.. for a minute.. what would be the first thing you say? Who would be the first person you seek?"

Toge stared at you, as you squeezed your eyes shut, fearing that you had messed up..

"Kelp…"

You slowly looked at him while following along with his dictionary translation.

"Salmon cod roe… tuna tuna.. tuna mayo."

He then removed his collar and moved over to your lips, caressing your cheek and giving you a small.kiss on your lips.

"Tuna mayo."

"I love you too."

"Hey, can you listen to me for a moment? I'm gonna take advantage of this time to tell you how much I love you."

"The words I could never tell you before."

[hetaologist]

World Meeting (pt. 1)

England: *Enters the meeting room* Right, I want to address a particular Tweet as today’s meeting topic…

*All Nations stop what they’re doing to look at England*

England: Just last week, I read a Tweet from a *specific* individual, talking shit about my food.

*All Nations groan, America snickers to himself*

England: *Narrows eyes at America*, I’ll have you know, my ‘Pie and Mash’ is a good, hardy meal and a British classic!

America: *Stands from his desk with a cheeky grin* Come on dude, don’t tell me you actually look forward to eating dry ass meat pies covered in nuclear green gravy and a side of wall paste~. *He laughs mischievously*

England: WHY YOU CHEEKY BAST-

France: *Clears his throat* Mon amie~, I’m forced to agree with America…unfortunately.”

England: *Snaps his head towards France* WHAT!? Says you, you snail sucker! Your food is overrated and overly complicated to make.

France: *Clutches pearls* Sacré bleu, you heathen! At least my food is desired for and doesn't make people fat, no~?!

*America and England both glare at France*

America: Excuse me bro...?

*Germany stands up and places hands on table*

Germany: Now's not the time to talk about frivolous topics as such. The three of you, sit down und shut up!

America: Hmph, says you. You think it's perfectly okay to eat boiled sausages with boiled potatoes and noodles with no seasonings.

*Germany gasps and gets taken a back*

Germany: DON'T TALK SCHEISSE ABOUT MY FOOD, YOU LARD COVERED ARSCHLOCH!

France: And no, covering everything in mustard or paprika doesn't count~.

*Germany is fuming like a hot baked potato*

England: Hehe~. Now you know how I feel in this situation, you bland Kraut!

America: HAHA! And your beer tastes terrible~.

*Everyone deadass looks at America*

America: What?

Russia: That's some bold words coming from you, Америка~. Germany's beer is pretty good, your beer tastes like man pissed into bottle before closing it.

America: HEY! At least my food is well seasoned and diverse...

China: Yeah right, your shit is just our stuff but with too much sugar and salt.

*All Nations nod their head in agreement*

America: No it isn't! I just like lots of flavor....

*England looks over at America's Stanley cup on his desk*

England: I bet that coffee cup is filled to the BRIM with pure sugar and syrups, you fat ass.

America: Nah dude, it's filled with my *:･ﾟ✧special sauce*:･ﾟ✧.

*America opens up his giant cup filled with sauce*

America: It's a combination of ranch, hot sauce, chicken tender sauce, tangy BBQ sauce, ketchup, mustard, mayo, bacon bits, chipotle, sour cream, sweet n' sour and chili sauce~.

*Everyone looks in horror at America's concoction*

England: What in the ACTUAL FUCK AMERICA ?! Why do you have a huge ass cup of JUST SAUCE?!

America: To quench my thirst, of course!

*Everyone's jaw drops in disgust, some start to gag*

Russia: I should have bombed you when I had chance...

America: Nah, I'm just playing! It's for my chicken tenders.

*America pulls out a box of fast food chicken tenders out of coat pocket*

Germany: WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT WITH YOU?!

America: It's my snackies :3c , this is the sauce I use for everything! Like tacos, burgers, pizza...

*North Italy faint after hearing 'pizza'. South Italy gasps and tends to his brother.*

South Italy: You sick fuck, you always fuck up our beloved pizza and pasta!

America: Wha- no I don't!

South Italy: You are the bastard that put pineapple on pizza and fucked it all-a up!

America: Actually, that's Canada's invention...

South Italy: WHAT?!

*Everyone looks at Canada*

Canada: ...damn it. It's really not that bad, honestly.

South Italy: You're just as bad as your brother!

Canada: Fair...

*America gets on the desk and stands on it*

America: How about we once and for all decide who has the best food in the world and that person can talk all the shit they want about other countries food!

*All Nations agrees to the motion, except for Germany*

Germany: Gott in Himmel... *facepalms*

(to be continued...)

[toxicanonymity]

I know your name is literally anonymity but I sometimes wonder what you look like or what you like or hate etc. I just would love to learn something personal about you 😭🫶🏼 but I respect you being absolutely anonymous here. It's actually a very big privilege!

And: do you have anything planned in writing/posting, something we can be excited for? I'm such a big fan of your work

Tysm nonnie! 🖤🖤 I'm happy to share some things about myself (below). Sometimes I wanna be less anonymous, but sadly it's served me well with how obsessive haters can get. You can always ask stuff though, I'd answer what i can and ignore what I'm hesitant about.

Thinking of posting some Narcos next ... Perhaps in the raid AU, perhaps not, I have nearly finished fics or drabbles in both. But i also started a kinda unhinged thighs out Joel scenario lol.

Likes & Dislikes without being a perfectionist...

Beverages

Like: water, grape juice, apple juice, chocolate milk, hot chocolate, matcha, ginger tea, caffeine free diet coke (fountain only) with cherry syrup

Dislike: alcohol, regular coffee, orange juice

Breakfast

Like: biscuits and gravy, egg white veggie omelets, green smoothies, croissants, waffles, yogurt parfait

Dislike: pancakes, jelly and jam, donuts

Comfort foods: egg in a hole, coconut soup

Fave condiments/spices/sauce/toppings: vinegar, mayo, mustard, sour cream, steak seasoning (like it on potatoes), apple pie spice, alabama white & North Carolina BBQ sauces, pesto, goat cheese, pizza sauce (w/ a spoon if good enough lol), Parmesan, sundried tomatos

Pasta: angel hair, capellini, tortellini, linguini

Crayola crayons (idk if they're all current). Colors go by the crayon when you draw with it.

Like: pacific blue, cerulean blue, brick red, burnt sienna, dandelion, hot magenta, earthworm scented

Dislike: cornflower blue, green-yellow

Smells/scents

Currently wearing: Nette La Forêt. I'm in an exploration phase and trying a variety but this is my fave rn.

Like: Woody, clean, fresh, eucalyptus, lavender, rose, burning wax / snuffed out candle, new shoes, leather, new tires, new car, tennis balls. Notes: amber, sandalwood, cetalox, vanilla

Dislike: Heavy citrus, anise/liquoriche

Sweets

Like: ice cream, froyo, brownies (no nuts), paletas (🥥 is a fave), lucky charms marshmallows

Dislike: Cake, cupcakes, caramel, oatmeal raisin cookies, anything with nuts or raisins really. I will pick them out of arroz con leche...

Actors

Make me more likely to watch something: Boyd Holbrook, Pedro Pascal, Kyle gallner, Bill and Alexander Skarsgård, Denzel Washington, Kate Winslet, Nicholas Cage, Adam Driver

Dislike: John krasinski, Adam Sandler, Meg Ryan

Appearance - heart shaped face, eyes on the larger side, dark circles, upturned nose, smaller lips. Sometimes glasses (favoring larger lenses)

I'm up for answering other categories or Qs if you're curious about random stuff. No-gos are work, family/partner, location, zodiac.

If I skip a tag game I prob overthought it or drew a blank.

[endeenderman]

I Ended Up Visiting A Restaurant Which I Believe Would Be The Perfect Place For An ObeyMe! Collab! 😍

So I ended up driving past this place called Burgertory, I immediately loved the word play and the whole video so I checked it out and omg! It's so beautiful! 😍 personally I believe that it's definitely a place you will find in the Devildom so let me take you around. Now I'm not sure whether Burgertory is a thing outside of Australia but you can always Google it and see if there's one in your country.

So lets take a look at the menu 🥰

You see what I mean!?! The have a burger each based on the 7 deadly sins!!! It's so perfect! 😍 Ahem...let's move on~

(quick disclaimer, all burger images excluding the Envy one are not mine they are from their Instagram page because I could not buy and eat 7 different burgers...they would go to waste...)

First off! The Pride Burger! Pride consists off a premium beef patty, American cheese, pride relish, Purity mayo, mustard, lettuce, tomato, onion, pickles, in a milk bun.

Second! We got The Greed Burger! Greed consists off a fried chicken patty dipped in Carolina Reaper sauce, American slaw, purity mayo, in a charcoal infused bun.

Third! We have The Envy Burger! which is the one I actually got, it consists off a plant-based patty, vegan cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion, pickles, envy mayo, pride relish, mustard, in a green bun. So it's vegan if you didn't make sense of that already, personally I really don't like the taste of a plant burger patty so I asked if they could do chicken for me instead and the employee was so kind to do so for me 🥰 (I needed to get Envy! For my darling Leviathan 😍).

Fourth! We got The Wrath Burger! This this is spicy as hell apparently 😂, it consists off a premium beef patty, Mac n Cheese patty, bacon, American cheese, Jalapenos, tomato, red onion, wicked hot sauce & sinner sauce, in a charcoal infused bun.

Fifth on the list! The Lust Burger! Lust has to be my second favourite and I will definitely try it next time, it consists off a Southern fried chicken, American slaw, pickles, purity mayo, in a milk bun.

Sixth! We got The Gluttony Burger! Holy Shoulder's Of Simeon that thing looks crazy 😱, it consists off a Southern fried chicken, premium beef patty, American cheese, caramelised onion, lettuce, tomato, onion, pickles, purity mayo, in a charcoal infused bun.

Seventh but not least! The Sloth Burger! It consists off 2x premium smashed beef patties, 2x American cheese, Jalapenos, pickles, lettuce, tomato, red onion, Pride relish, mustard, in a milk bun.

They also have special menu items from time to time and one of those was the ✨Juicy Lucifer Burger✨ it's sound funny idk 😂 ✨juicy✨...ahem...it consists off a beef patty, strips of bacon, maple syrup, caramelized onions, American cheese, Sinner sauce in a brioche bun.

And this was the place! If you guys want me to cover the Archangel Burgers as well let me know and I will definitely do that 😊💕

[the-wandering-space-nomad]

WANDER!

You have presented a profound question to the galaxy's greatest evildoers. A question so thought-provoking, so unique, so beautifully subjective to each person who hears it. It's no wonder you've posed it to the vilest villains: They're forced to contemplate, ponder, and debate an answer from within themselves for years, consequently inducing self-reflection. You're ingenious.

However, to my knowledge, the only mortal brave enough to pose that question to you, was Lord Hater. You did not provide an answer. Today, I shall be the one to lay bare the inner workings of your mind!

NOW... TELL ME...

do u prefer mustard or mayo?

I prefer mayo!!

[indnwitch]

Vegan/Vegetarian shopping list:

Pre Made salad bags (it’s a lot cheaper to just buy bagged salad and add to it, then buying a bunch of ingredients that will go bad if not used)

Make a list of fruits and vegetables that you like and get them (some times if you get the funky shaped ones you get a few cents off, even if you don’t that stops the funky shaped produce from being tossed)

Nut butters (most almond and peanut butters are vegan, jelly and Jams aren’t because they’re made with gelatin)

Bread, check the ingredients because a lot of breads are accidentally vegan/vegetarian ( Vegetarian/Vegan (link) Sandwiches will be your best friend)

Pasta (like bread a lot of pasta is accidentally vegan, CHECK THE INGREDIENTS)

Rice and beans are some of the cheapest things to buy, buy them dry and you can have them for a while in your pantry

Google vegan ramen, (if you’re like me and love spicy ramen then you’ll be happy to know Samyang 2x spicy hot chicken flavor Ramen in the red pack is VEGAN they use artificial chicken flavor rather then animal products. Vegan Kimchi regular and spicy is a lot easier to find then you may think just look for ones without fish sauce and shrimp)

Tofu (tofu is very versatile and it’s great source of vegan/vegetarian protein made from soy, it takes flavor beautifully and it’s relatively cheap firm/extra firm is best)

Cheese (there are so many vegan cheese options, for grated parmigiana follow your heart has both grated and shredded, Violife has a block. Violife has the best shredded substitutes, and singles. Daiya is a little weird in my opinion however they’re cheddar dairy free Mac and cheese is amazing (you just gotta use different pasta then it comes with)

Meat substitutes ( We’ve come a long way with decent vegan meat substitutes, beyond meat makes a whole variety of plant based meat substitutes that are very tasty especially if you’re still craving that meaty texture. Impossible meat substitutes also has amazing plant based meat substitutes, Impossible also has vegan chicken nuggets that tastes like McDonald’s and even have dino shaped ones. Light life has everything from vegan sausage crumbles to Bacon, the vegan bacon and hot dogs are amazing)

Eggs (just egg and simply egg are planted based substitutes for eggs, they’re liquid like an egg beater but can be used in place of eggs from a scramble to a baking ingredient)

Dairy (Vegan milk/coffee creamer you got options coconut, almond, soy, oat, pea protein. Pick what you like best. Personally California farms Oat milk in original and California farms oat vanilla creamer are my favorites. I’ll throw cream cheese and Yogurt in here as well Kite Hill regular and Strawberry cream cheese are my favorite, Kite Hill blue berry, and Strawberry vegan yogurt are my favorite. MIYOKO’S vegan butter)

Snacks (Lenny and Larry’s plant based chocolate chip cookies, Spudsy sweet potato puffs they have a million different flavors I like the hot fries. Vegan rob’s dragon puffs these are the vegan equivalent to hot Cheeto puffs but without the red dye 40. Vegan rob’s also has cheese puffs)

Sauces (Anne’s goddess dressing is very tangy, Diaya blue cheese and Caesar dressings are amazing, can be thick though, they also have ranch but I got a vegan homemade ranch recipe. Hot sauce, Franks, Cholula, Tabasco, and Tapatío are vegan. Ketchup& mustard are vegan. Hellmans and follow your heart have vegan mayonnaise,Sir Kingston’s and Follow your heart also have chipotle Mayo. Follow your heart also has vegan sour cream)

Seasonings (seasons you should have in your cabinet click here, the dollar tree sells all these for a dollar and most grocery stores sell adobo)

[call-me-chips]

MY APOLOGIES!!! i have to return to school today so i was busy yesterday :/ BUT HERE I AM!! TO MAKE IT UP, I’LL SEND 2 ASKS TODAY!!!

Where would be your dream place to live?

What, iyo, is the best holiday?

Would you still love someone if they were a worm?

What’s your fav sandwich spread?

Can nachos be classified as a salad?

What’s the best gift you got for christmas?

NOW FOR YOUR QUESTION! I HAVE BEEN FOLLOWING SINCE EARLY OCTOBER I BELIEVE!! THANK YOU FOR POSTING COOL STUFF :3

AGAIN, SORRY FOR THE DELAYED ASK!! school’s kicking my ass before it even started :,)

UNTIL NEXT TIME

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh np dude, I completely forgot school was starting up again 😅 I wish you the best of luck with that!! :]]

1, Hmmmmm boring answer, but I'd probably go with somewhere near a city, but not in the city. Cuz there's a lot of stuff to do, but I won't have to live in the center of it all, ykwim??

2. Halloween cuz cosplay stuffs :333

3. No. I'd squish em. This question makes no sense. I wouldn't even know they were a person. I'd just see a worm and step on it.

4. Sandwich spread??? I don't really spread anything on my sandwiches. I'll use mustard, ketchup, mayo, and other things like that, but I don't ever spread them. My fav condiment to use on sandwiches is probably mustard tho

5. No. Salad is defined as being a cold dish of various raw or cooked vegetables

6. This :3

ALSO TY FOR FOLLOWING ME FOR SO LONG AND YWWW

MY QUESTION UNTO YOU IS...: What is your main/favourite fandom? If you have multiple favs or can't decide, you can put multiple

NOW GO AND KICK SCHOOL'S ASS!!!

[bakingtherapy]

Briella's Pantry Baking: #23 Deviled Eggs

Sul Sul, Gerbits. Today is a beyond-easy recipe. I am going to tell you how I make them. 

However, not everyone who is watching this has an Instant pot, so I am sorry in advance. This is how I learned how to make deviled eggs. 

You are going to need:

eggs

mayonnaise

mustard

paprika.

There are So many different recipes out there for deviled eggs.  

There are recipes out there for non-instant pot deviled eggs. 

You are going to add your water to the instant pot.

Place the wire trivet or special egg rack if you have that, and place the eggs. We usually do 2 to 3 dozen eggs.

Seal the instant pot, and cook on high pressure for 5 minutes.

You are going to do a natural release for 5 minutes, release any reaming pressure after the 5 minutes.

Then you are going to cool the eggs in an ice bath for 5 minutes.

This is the easiest way to peel the egg. You do not have any of the residue or parts of the shell. The shell comes off so fast. 

Now, we are going to make the yolk mixture, for the deviled eggs. You are going to cut the hard-boiled eggs in half. Separating the yolk and the white. 

You are going to mash the yolks in a bowl and add your mayo and mustard. The amount depends on personal taste. 

Add then for garnish you are going to add some paprika. 

I know that this recipe was one of the most simple, but simple recipes are needed right now. I hope you guys like this recipe. Make sure to like and subscribe for more recipes like this one in the future. Vadish, Dag Dag!

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