#nuclear chocolate ice cream

[matthewdeanstewart]

Recipe for Nuclear Chocolate Ice Cream This thick and creamy chocolate ice cream is made with cocoa powder, dark chocolate, and a small amount of instant espresso.

[whatshouldwecallhistgradschool]

Nuclear Chocolate Ice Cream This thick and creamy chocolate ice cream is made with cocoa powder, dark chocolate, and a small amount of instant espresso.

[13thpythagoras]

mint chocolate chip ice cream being my favorite from age 3 is some of my earliest memories

my problematic tgirl opinion is that mint ice cream is good actually

[bradshawsvinyl]

Javy “Coyote” Machado SFW headcannons

•Keeps every promise he makes. He hates to let you down or see you disappointed.

•Is extremely good at cooking. He definitely learned how to cook from his mother and it’s something he’s carried with him throughout adulthood.

•I see Javy as someone who has a lot of sisters.

•Having a lot of sisters has made Javy super empathetic and compassionate.

•Javy is the type of guy to run to the pharmacy the second you get you period (if you’re AFAB!!!!!!!) and come back with chocolates, ice cream and all of your favorite comfort snacks.

•Is a HUGE college football fan. During football season, weekends in your home are spent with Javy yelling at the TV in an LSU jersey. (Jake is next to him screaming in a Texas jersey)

•Javy would honestly be so quick to marry you. He wants that kind of nuclear, American dream family.

•He would be the best girl dad. He would let his daughters paint his nails or do his hair. (he would KILL anyone who said anything about it)

•Loves country music.

•Javy is super attentive. He notices every small change in your emotions. He can read you like a book.

•Knows how to dance bachata and will force you to dance with him at every wedding/party you guys attend.

•Javy definitely has a conversation with Jake about what to do with you if something happens to him. It’s an uncomfortable conversation but Javy wants to make sure you are taken care of if he’s gone.

•Loves taking care of you. He always makes sure you have everything you need. A ride to work, extra cash, you name it and Javy will do it.

•Will give you back and foot massages.

[deceptive-daydreams]

The Under-Ground (18+ ONLY)

Chapter Three - Sunday Night

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 |

Modern!Barista!Eddie AU - Your best friend would never go behind your back...right?

Enemies to Lovers, Modern!Barista!Eddie AU, Eddie x Fem Reader

6K Words

Warnings - Eddie is an asshole, eventual smut, mentions of drugs and drinking, allusions to mental illness, I don't think there's anything else but please let me know if I missed anything

Author's Note: So it has almost been a month since I posted the previous chapter but we finally did it guys. Also shout out to @uglypastels for talking through one of my ideas for this chapter with me, I felt like I was going absolutely insane so she really helped me out.

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Hawkins High - Sophomore Year

It was mid August, school was just about to start but first there was an ice cream social the week before.  Usually you’d only see these for the elementary school but they’d started hosting them for the middle school as well the freshman and sophomores at the high school to give them a little head start in making friends and getting to know their teachers.  It was held in the parking lot where two ice cream trucks were parked and handing out cones left and right, only offering three flavors: vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry all for free.  

Your parents had played a big part in the Hawkins community, always helping to set up events and always making an appearance.  They had set out to create the perfect nuclear family with a picket fence and happy faces.  Your mom was on the PTA which meant you were forced to go to a number of school events.  This was one of them, you had no desire to attend an ice cream social especially as an established sophomore, you’d already attended last year’s as a freshman and you didn’t need to relive that.  And yet here you were, sitting on the curb in front of the school in the sweltering August heat while other teenagers created a ruckus throughout the parking lot, a few boys tossing melted ice cream at each other thinking they were the funniest people ever.  

None of your friends attended, obviously.  They weren’t forced to show up so that left you bored and sticky with a sheen of sweat gracing your skin and no one to talk to.  Steve Harrington was in attendance, more than likely also forced to show up because of his mom, however he was more of an acquaintance and someone that happened to always be at the same events that your parents dragged you to.  You watched as he performed little tasks as requested by his mother, the current one being to fetch a new box of Hawkins High t-shirts from the car.  Passing by you, he gestures to the box and rolls his eyes, an understanding between the two of you that this was ridiculous and neither of you had any desire to be here sweating profusely for the sake of your PTA moms and being their little assistants when needed.  You offer him a smile and a shrug, shaking your head as he sets the box on a fold up table, his mother shooing him away as he does.  You always wondered why his mom was so mean and dismissive but quickly took a step back to realize you were in the same boat, he just had more money that his parents would throw at him to get him to go away when necessary for them.  Yours just simply told you to find an activity when they had no interest in entertaining you.  

In any instance, you could appreciate that you and Steve were both lonely teenagers who always saw each other at these events and would sometimes convene and other times give each other mocking looks at how serious the adults were.  It was an ongoing game of who could roll their eyes the hardest and he always ended up winning.  After his mom waved him away, he plopped down right next to you, bowing his head in exhaustion and letting out a heavy sigh.

“Couldn’t get out of this one either?”  He asks with an empathetic smile.  

You shake your head, staring across the lot at all the families and groups of friends.  “Nope.”  You answer.

“Did you at least get ice cream?”  He questions, scraping his shoe against the pavement.  

“Nope.”  You reply, him muttering the same thing as you both laugh.  

“It’s gross anyway, it’s too hot even for ice cream.”  You elaborate while fanning yourself with an orientation brochure.  He agrees with a nod, running a hand through his damp hair, sweaty from lugging boxes around and doing just about anything his mom instructs him to do.  At least all you had to do was hand out the brochures.  

You and Steve continue to sulk on the sidewalk, miserable in the heat even at five in the evening while teachers introduce themselves to the incoming freshman.  Out of nowhere, a guy speeds past the two of you on the curb on a skateboard, abruptly coming to a stop in front of the table of PTA moms.  This was gonna be good, based on his looks, they were going to get a kick out of him.  You shared a look with Steve, an acknowledgement that you were thinking the same thing as you watched the scene play out.  The kid had to be your age at least, he didn’t seem like a freshman, had too much confidence and he appeared a bit older, maybe a junior?  He had a head of brown curls that were shaggy and messy, it looked like he was growing it out and he wore a black shirt with some kind of a demon on it along with some black jeans that were beyond distressed, denim threads hanging off of holes at his knees while he gripped his skateboard in one hand.  The board was pretty worn and looked as if it could snap in half if he stood on it wrong.  Your ears perked up as the moms took a look at him.

“Oh!  Wh-what can we do for you?”  One asks hesitantly, the others staring at him with wide eyes.  He only avoids their eyes, opting to fidget with the grip tape on his board, a piece that was beginning to peel off, that typical teenage boy grumpiness evident in his demeanor.

“Community service.  Name’s Eddie.  What d’ya need me to do?”  The kid grumbles.

Your mom takes a look at a clipboard and nods reluctantly.  “You’re late.”  She says with a scowl.  He shrugs, staring up at the sky as if he’d much rather be anywhere else and you couldn’t blame him.

“Well then.”  Your mother fiends offense.  “You can start by…”  She trails off, searching around for a task, her gaze focusing on anything that remains to be done, no doubt seeking something more difficult in order to punish the boy for being so late.  “Untangling these lanyards.”  She demands, shoving a small box into his arms.  He bites his lip, holding back from saying something before just accepting his fate and nodding.  As he turns, he catches your eye, doing a double take as he looks expectantly, you were staring first after all.  How could you not?  He was cute.  

You mouth a “sorry” while vaguely gesturing to your mother though he wouldn’t know it was your mom.  You proceed to do a dramatic eye roll like you would do to Steve and this elicits the smallest smile from him, a gorgeous smile framed by deep dimples.  The boy proceeded to set his skateboard against the curb by himself before slumping down, beginning his daunting task of untangling several knotted up lanyards.

Steve stares at you with furrowed brows before speaking.  “You know him?”  He asks.

“No, never seen him before.” 

Admiring his face as he sticks his tongue out to concentrate, you start to flush when he glances back up at you with a shy smile this time, peeking up at you from beneath his lashes, your stomach fluttering.  Eddie.

—

Present Day

The mall wasn’t somewhere you found yourself frequenting as of lately due to your financial situation however you couldn’t turn down Will’s plea when he visited The Under-Ground on Saturday, the evening following when Jason Carver visited the shop and mysteriously left without purchasing a coffee.  That fact lingered in your mind since it happened.  Will was in desperate need of some new shoes and also wanted to catch a movie that no one else would watch with him, he mentioned that Joyce gave him extra money to cover both of your tickets.  You should feel humiliation at the fact that Joyce insisted on paying for you but you know there is no judgment there from her and Will more than likely told her you were the only one that would be willing to go.  He knew you would say yes to a cheesy rom com that everyone else would gag at and in a way, you were like a sister he never had that could appreciate his feminine side.  Joyce appreciated this so she would ensure Will got his big sister time in.  

So here you were, Sunday afternoon strolling along Hawkins’ streets with Will on your way to Starcourt.  He didn’t have his license yet and you’d never even bothered to get yours which worked out really seeing as you would never be able to save up enough for a car, not even a used one.  Walking did you good anyway, that's what you told yourself as the days got colder.  

“No, I’m serious!  El refuses to watch rom coms.”  Will laughs as he kicks a pebble along the sidewalk, the same pebble he’d been kicking around since ten minutes ago when you’d left his driveway.  

Brow raising in curiosity, you offer him a scoff in response.

“What!?”  He smiles wide, happy, actually happy.  

Will had been through some rough patches with being bullied at school for everything under the sun.  His sexuality, playing DND, being quiet and shy, the list goes on.  A dumb list at that.  The other boys also had trouble however Will seemed to crumble the most under it all.  Though he had an amazing support system, the mind can really infect itself with its own nasty diseases of self hatred which led to endless nights in solitude, declining to hang out with anyone for weeks and instead collecting dust in his room.  

Jonathan confronted you, worried at one of Steve’s movie nights confiding in you that his brother wasn’t doing so well and that no matter what he did, Will continued to sleep for a majority of his time at home and even skipped school a lot.  Both you and Jonathan stepped into your older sibling roles and decided that night to head back to the Byers while Jonathan explained on the way there that not even El could get through to him which meant things were really bad.  So, when you and Jonathan barged into his room that night with various snack options and a plan to watch his favorite movie all together in his bed, Will was overwhelmed but in the best way possible.  Sure it didn’t fix everything, that’s not how it worked but it was the first little push toward being himself again.  As long as he had the people he loved around and loved him for who he was authentically, he could walk the horrifying Hawkins High halls in confidence that this place was temporary.  It also helped that you reminded him that he’s never alone at school either, Lucas, Dustin, Will, Mike, Max, and El were all going through the same hell he was and that you were sure they wouldn’t mind if he talked with them about it.  But even if he didn’t feel comfortable, you’d be there to listen along with Jonathan, attempting to help him carry the weight on his shoulders.  

“I’m sorry, little miss ‘soap operas’ refuses to watch a rom com?”  You smile in disbelief.

“I didn’t say it made sense!”  Will giggles, throwing his hands up in defense.

Starcourt Mall emerged in the distance from over the horizon as you completed your fifteen minute walk from the Byers, the weekend crowd was prominent as it was almost the only place within a hundred mile radius to do anything fun.  Kids squealed as they chased each other all the way up to the entrance, their parents scolding them through gritted teeth while uttering the threat of not getting ice cream later if they didn’t behave.  It was far too cold for ice cream but to each their own.

“Well we don’t need her anyway.  She hogs up all my Will time.”  You joke, nudging an elbow into Will’s ribs.  

“There’s no need to fight over me, there’s plenty of Will to go around.”  His eyes glimmered with life, something you hadn’t seen a lot of until more recently.  He had sparked this new found confidence that had you beaming at him with pride.  Little Byers, the group’s timid little brother, the youngest out of all of the kids, was growing into himself as he worked through adolescence and it was refreshing. 

“Oh, really?  As I recall, you have a waitlist and the only reason I got ahead of everyone was because El booted herself out this one time.”  You cock a brow at him, the two of you pushing through the heavy glass doors entering the building.  “How’d you get all popular on me, huh?”  You tousled his hair and although he was now taller than you, he was still Little Byers.

“I did NOT get ‘all popular on you’.”  He uses air quotes, that huge grin still plastered to his face while you walked absentmindedly through the mall, the smell of cinnamon invading your senses, instantly filling you with a craving for a soft pretzel covered in cinnamon sugar and icing. 

“No, you’re for sure Mr. Popular now.”  You playfully assure him.  

“Trust me.”  He sing songs, rolling his eyes.  “If I were, Eddie would’ve kicked me to the curb.  And he hasn’t…so hah.”  Will points a finger in your face.  Your face winces at the name though you keep to yourself as to not rain on his parade.  “He did, however, almost disown me last night when I won against him in Mario Kart.”

Mario Kart?  Only you and Will played Mario Kart.  Or so you thought up until this point.  It’s a stupid thing to be upset over, really but you couldn’t shake the bitterness that rattled in your bones.  It was a game, a video game that basically every person on planet earth had heard of and played.  And yet the only reason it felt like such a personal attack was none other than a common occurrence in your life recently, Eddie Munson.  So maybe when you mumbled your next words, you attempted to hide the sour tone but ultimately only outed yourself.

“Mario Kart?  You play–with him?”  Pathetic, you’re pathetic.  The fact that you spoke such a stupid sentence into existence is beyond you.  There was a jealousy coursing through you, spilling out of your lips and no matter how hard you tried to shove it back into the duffle bag of your body, there was no coming back.  Over a game called fucking Mario Kart of all things.  

Will nervously wavered in his response, side eyeing you as you both continued to make your way through the mall and to the discount shoe store.  “Yeah?”  It came out as a question, god you could just punt yourself down a football field right now for being a literal adult fuming in envy over another adult playing a video game with your basically adopted little brother.  “He came over last night after work.  It was me Jonathan, and him…”  You were practically making the poor kid defend himself over something completely okay.  “He’s been coming over a lot actually?  We play DND, Mario Kart, he brings over pizza.  Like once a week since summer.”  Will acts as if you had this information.

Summer.  When Will fell into his biggest episode to date, when everyone had plans of their own including Dustin with summer camp, Mike regrettably embarking on a trip to Washington DC with his dad, Lucas traveling around for his summer basketball program, El and Max bonding over their boyfriends being away and having girls night after girls night, and of course the adults with their jobs.  He had felt so outcast and alone.  You're suddenly beginning to realize that you weren’t the only one to tend to Will’s emotional wounds besides Jonathan.  There was a bigger picture here and though you hate to step back and look at it, you’re forced to realize that Eddie was also acting as a protector of Will’s sanity, assuming just as big of a role as you and Jonathan.

You shouldn’t ask, you shouldn’t dare trek into this territory but the words tumble out before you can even think, your shoulders relaxing and eyes softening at the boy before you.  “Were you too scared to tell me?”

Will shakes his head as he hesitantly starts to enlighten you.  “No–I just–I–”  He sighs, frowning.  “I thought you already knew.  A-and I never talk about him around you–or I try not to as best as I can because–because I know how much you hate him.  Like anytime you see him you look like you just wanna rip his head off.”  Will has moved into full rambling mode.  “And now–now you work together so I’m trying to be extra careful, so–so I’m sorry.  For mentioning him.”  

You have reached a point so low that you were now unintentionally making Will apologize for things that were never his fault or ever revolved around him.  Anxiety flashes in his eyes and you were giving yourself the goldstar for being the shittiest person alive.  “Will…”  You croak out.  “Will, no.  You don’t owe anyone an apology, I owe YOU an apology.  I didn’t mean for this to affect you like that.”  You explain, pausing in front of the store.  “Will, I’m sorry.  Please never worry about mentioning him in front of me, okay?  Not for my sake, I’m a big girl and you’re right, I don’t like him but I will have to learn to deal with it whenever he comes up.  Okay?”

There’s a pause as he absorbs your words, his eyes shyly looking to the ground and then back to you.  “Okay.”  He whispers, still uncertain.  You would need to visit this again at another time, you were not about to cause more turmoil for him just because of your personal vendetta and you can’t believe you didn’t see how it affected him before.  Will had enough with his dad causing issues in his life, he didn’t need two more bickering adults further proving that no one was ever happy.  You would keep your waging war with Eddie out of his sight.  The sudden shift in the air was enough to leave you numb, quickly clinging onto any remaining normalcy from your earlier conversation.

—

The scent of freshly popped popcorn, warm and buttery goodness filled the theater as you walked drowsily into the hallway decorated with multicolored carpet and little designs of stars with abstract shapes.  Nothing ever prepares you for the feeling of seemingly being transported to another realm the second you step out of a two hour movie and back into the real world.  Every other soul that had sat through the romantic comedy appeared to feel the same, zombies waddling out of the theater and into the main lobby heading back into reality.  It had to have been around 8:30 PM by now, the day long gone as there was no longer any trace of sunlight streaming in through the windows.  Will had been talking your ear off about the movie, the parts that were super unnecessary, scenes that had him on the brink of tears, and how the twist at the end was a sloppy way to conclude the story.  You hummed in response to his complaints, nearly asleep and yearning for your bed no matter how stiff it made your back.  

“You know, now I can kinda see why El hates these movies sometimes.”  He admits much to your surprise however you knew he’d never say those words directly to her.  

“Don’t let her catch you saying that.”  You warn playfully, the two of you pushing through the heavy metal doors leading to the mall parking lot.  

“Not a chance-”

Will is abruptly silenced when a familiar voice chimes in, happily wrapping his arms around both you and Will from behind.

“You guys went to the movies!?  Why wasn’t I invited?”  Dustin’s overly excited tone made you want to groan but you held back.  It wasn’t his fault you were on your way to becoming a grumpy adult who needed to be in bed by at least 9:00 PM.  

Will shoves Dustin’s arm off of his shoulder, turning to walk backwards as you continue your trek through the parking lot.  The grin on his face is genuine rather than masking some kind of true emotions like he’d previously done throughout summer.  “Cause we saw a rom com.”  It’s all he needs to say as Dustin fakes a gag.  “That’s why.”  Will gestures to him with a roll of his eyes.  

“Fair.”

The neon lights from the theater created a glow throughout the lot, bright reds, greens, blues, and yellows reflecting off of the cars.  The mall was still buzzing with people regardless of the stores closing, groups of teenagers and young adults scattered throughout the benches at the front creating a hum of clustered talking and every now and then, the annoying screech of some teenage girl overdramatically yelling to her friends about something was heard.  Dustin and Will continued catching up and you’d think that with them seeing each other every single day at school, they’d grow sick of one another but it was quite the opposite and once you got them going there was no shutting them up, no matter the setting.

The boy’s voices slowly phased out of your mind as you approached the back of the lot catching sight of something familiar but it wasn’t yet dawning on you where you knew it from.  A van, an older van.  Brown and white.  Barely ever seen out and about these days.  And before you could even register who it belonged to, a disheveled Steve suddenly hopped out the back doors, rushing to zip up his jeans as his chest heaved and he ran a hand through his voluminous hair.  A flash of realization crossed your features, eyes widening and jaw dropping.  

Eddie Munson’s van.  

Steve Harrington was stumbling out of Eddie Munson’s van after presumably committing unspeakable acts based on his flustered demeanor and attempts at cleaning himself up.  There was no mistaking it when the back of his hand wiped his mouth and to further confirm your suspicions, the man himself stepped out seconds later.  Eddie stood there, fly still undone while he stretched both his arms over his head, shirt riding up to show off a glimpse of his pale torso.  His curls were even more wild than usual and a smirk displayed on his face as he made some kind of comment to Steve.  

In your shocked state, you’d completely drowned out Dustin and Will’s banter, attempting to understand the scene playing out before you in the corner of the parking lot.  This wasn’t possible, Steve hated Eddie just as much as you did and although it was for different reasons than your own, it was hatred nonetheless.  If that was the case then why was this happening?  How could this be happening?  The questions remained unanswered as you realized you’d stopped dead in your tracks, falling behind the boys as they turned back to stare at you with puzzled expressions.  Your next question was thrown out the window due to Dustin doing a double take at the two men.  Do I draw attention to this or do I let it go like I never saw?  

It was now too late for the second option as a gasp escaped Dustin, he just had to look right when Eddie teasingly tugged Steve in by the belt loop and planted one last sloppy kiss to his lips before retreating to the driver’s side of his van, not even bothering to zip up his pants while Steve returned to his own car.  Things were about to become massively more complicated.  For Steve.  For you.  For your friendship.  Even for Dustin and Will who were utterly flabbergasted by what had just played out in front of them.  Because everyone knows Steve hates Eddie, right?  That’s just how the world goes.  Steve hates Eddie, Eddie hates Steve.  They’re polar opposites.  Nothing was adding up and poor Dustin and Will were about to experience something you wished so badly you could hold back.  There was no controlling it, you found yourself marching up to Steve’s car before he was even able to open the door, wedging yourself between him and the car.

“Steve.”  His name is spat right at him like venom, your face showing the distaste you had for him in this moment but he couldn’t quite gather if it's because you’d caught him or if this was you and you dramatics once again over something as simple as taking a rain check on driving Max and El to the arcade since they didn’t have their licenses yet.  

“Socks?”  He has the audacity to seem lost and it only fuels the fire growing inside of you.  

“Don’t.”  You warn through clenched teeth.  

Suddenly it feels as if it's only you and Steve in the parking lot, your eyes shooting daggers at him and he can only imagine that he fucked up.  And this time it was bad by the way your face flushed with anger, steam practically coming out of your ears.  Dustin and Will kept their distance near a dumpster, close enough to listen in but still somewhat hidden.  You didn’t want them to witness what you were about to unleash but it came out of nowhere, like a dam breaking and releasing all of its contents.

“How.  Dare.  You.”  Each word is enunciated with a harsh poke to his chest, his brown eyes becoming sadder with each one.

“I don’t-”

“If you’re about to tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about then I don’t even recognize you anymore, Steve.”  

He visibly deflates, shoulders shrinking as if he was a puppy that was caught doing something it wasn’t supposed to.  Except he was a grown man and he knew exactly what he was doing, he knew if you found out it would possibly cost your friendship. 

“It wasn’t supposed to–I–wasn’t–you gotta understand–”

“Understand what?  I think I understand perfectly!  You and Munson are messing around and you’re doing it behind my back!  What, is this some kind of prank?  Are–are you helping him get at me for something?  Did I push your buttons a little too hard one day and you decided to hit me where–where it hurts most?”  You were genuinely trying to name reasons for why he’d do such a thing knowing how much it would affect you but there was no making sense of it in your brain.  You were desperate to know why one of the closest people in your life would betray you in such a way.  

“No!  No I–”  

“Enlighten me then, Steve.  Cause I don’t get it!  Out of every single person you could choose, you fuck Eddie!?”  Tears were brimming at your eyes, your hand tightening on the door handle as you tried to regain some composure.

“If I may interrupt…”  Another voice chimed in a few feet away, the last voice you’d ever want to hear, especially at this moment.  “There was no fucking.”  Eddie leaned against the side of his van a few parking spots over, arms crossed and a cocky look on his face.  You swore you wanted to kill him, pure rage was coursing through your veins.  You wanted to kill both of them if you were honest.

Steve mumbled your name in sorrow, searching for answers just as much as you were.  “I didn’t mean for anything like this to happen.  I wasn’t trying to hurt you, I swear.  It–it just happened.”  A sigh of defeat escapes him while his hand rubs the back of his neck anxiously.  

The tears began to build up, breaking the barrier of your waterline and falling down your cheeks as you attempted to quickly wipe them away.  “If you didn’t mean to hurt me then why did you hide it?  Does Robin know?”  The question held such power over him, it was a deciding factor in what your next move was.  

Seconds pass although it feels like several minutes due to the tension.  He avoids your eyes, opting to further inspect the asphalt below.  Feeling yourself becoming more agitated and wounded, you roughly shove his shoulder with the palm of your hand causing him to stumble back a few steps.

“Steve.”  Still no answer.

This time you step forward to shove him again but with both hands, unable to comprehend how he can’t even admit his truth to you, only to be stopped when a taller figure steps in between the two of you, grabbing your wrists in his hands.  It takes you by surprise and at first you have no idea who would’ve stopped you but as you look up, you’re met with deep brown irises that you’d come to dislike even more in the last few minutes.  

“Take a breather.”  There’s something in his eyes you don’t recognize but you’re too far gone to analyze it.

“Let.  Go.”  

“Take.  A.  Breather.”  His grip on your wrists is firm but not unkind.  

“Eddie, I think you should just let us–”  Steve attempts to butt in but Eddie glances behind him with a warning written on his face.

“Harrington, I’d shut up if I were you right now.”  

“You have no business stepping into this, Munson.  Let.  Go.”  Wriggling around in an attempt to get out of his hold but failing, you huff out a breath, still glaring at Steve over Eddie’s shoulder.

“It is my business.”  

“Let go.”  Your voice regrettably comes out cracking, more tears involuntarily falling.  

And he does.  Eddie lets go, showing you his hands in surrender to which you try to shove past him only to be held in place by your shoulders.  It felt like it was you against the world and you kept losing.  

“Look, I know you’re not my biggest fan and now you’re not Harrington’s either but you need to take a minute.”  Again, you meet his eyes briefly only to find some kind of emotion lurking in them but you can’t pinpoint exactly what it is.  This isn’t something you’re used to, why was Eddie being the middleman, why was he talking you down out of everyone?  Why was there a drop of sympathy pouring from his gaze?  And then you decided, it had to have been sympathy for Steve, not you.  And that stung for some reason.  

Poor Dustin and Will still lingered near the dumpster, deciding to keep themselves out of it, rightfully so.  Even as you glanced toward them, taking in their concerned faces, you continued.  It was like something was set off deep within you and Steve’s actions released it.  Grabbing a fistful of Eddie’s shirt in your hand, you scowled at him and then Steve.  

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“I do when you’re about to do something you’ll regret.  In front of Dustin and Will.”  That’s where he got you.  Releasing his shirt, you sigh.

You weren’t sure what you were about to do but you knew it was something along the lines of verbally ripping Steve apart and possibly trashing any chance of ever redeeming your friendship.  You slowly realized that you were again, creating reason for Will to see you as a loose canon.  Another adult in his life that flew off the rails and failed him because you proved that you could not handle simply existing in the same world as Eddie Munson.  And yet, Eddie Munson was standing right in front of you trying to talk you out of creating such a horrible reality.  Suddenly you felt so small, so insignificant as each one of them stared at you, awaiting your next actions almost fearfully.  Steve was apologetically gazing at you from behind Eddie, seeming to have words lodged in his throat but not succeeding in finding a way to speak them.  Will watched you with worry, Dustin next to him with an expectant expression.  You couldn’t bear to exist anymore since showing Will that side of yourself after assuring him earlier that you’d be fine and to not refrain from mentioning Eddie just because of your own personal issues.  

So you crumbled.  Right there in the parking lot at around 8:57 PM according to a peek at Eddie’s watch, his hand still resting atop your shoulder.  Hot, fat tears began rolling down your cheeks rather than the smaller, more controlled ones from earlier.  Steve urgently moved forward but Eddie removed one hand from you and held it in front of him to stop, Steve staring at him confused but still obeying.  You began to stumble backward, the urge to hide yourself prominent but Eddie held you in place for reasons unknown.  His attention wasn’t required in this situation, he should theoretically just hop into his van and drive off but he doesn’t. 

Out of the corner of your blurry vision Will approached and yet again Eddie held a hand out as a signal to stop.  It was all too overwhelming, why was Eddie helping?  Or was he sabotaging in some fucked up way?  Using your moment of weakness against you.  How could you let yourself lash out like that in front of Will?  Even in front of Dustin?  The right thing to do would’ve been to wait to talk it out with Steve in private but no, you had to self sabotage.  And now you looked like a villain despite Steve being the one who did the damage.  Sure Eddie could be to blame too however something like this was to be expected from him, never from your best friend.  

Body shaking, you began to feel paralyzed, nerves tingling and breath shallow as you succumbed to your anxiety.  Everyone’s eyes on you didn’t aid in calming your tantrum.  It wasn’t fair, you weren’t the one betraying your friend and yet it felt as if you were taking the blow.  Will frantically looked from you to Eddie, having trouble deciding if you were crying because of Eddie or because of Steve or both.  This was out of his scope and he couldn’t distinguish a path to follow in order to bring you peace.  But he didn’t need to.

“Byers, Henderson.  Ride home with Harrington.  I’ll take her home.”  Eddie instructs, no longer touching you but still keeping his eyes glued to you, wide but attentive.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”  Will asks cautiously.

“You think it’s a good idea to put her in a car with Harrington right now?”  Eddie references your outburst with a raise of his brow, Will nodding immediately in understanding.

If you had to be in a car with one of them, Eddie seemed to be the better option at the moment.  No matter how much you hated him, he wasn’t your target right now and judging by the way you didn’t run from Eddie as he tried to coax you toward the van, everyone seemed to agree this was the only option.  God only knows what would happen if you were placed in the passenger seat of Steve’s car in this state.  You weren’t thinking clearly.

You vaguely recall Dustin offering to walk you to the passenger side and Eddie responding that he was taking care of it and that he was trying to keep the environment the least bit stimulating due to your current anxiety.  Adding another person might’ve made things worse and Dustin agreed as he made his way to Steve’s car.  You caught pieces of the exchange but overall you found yourself in that frightening place between reality and your brain that wasn’t allowing you to fully understand the events happening around you and you couldn’t determine what exactly had set it off but one moment you were standing in the parking lot screaming at Steve, the next Eddie was urging you to take a breath, and then you were in the passenger seat of his van.

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[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls Season 2, Episode 15, "Lost And Found", Aka The Bracelet Has Breached Containment, Aka BraceletGate, Aka QuarterOnAStringGate, Part 6

Five minutes to go. We've finally arrived at the rotting meat of the episode. Since I won't watch Teach Me Tonight (or the episode that comes after it), this is the last episode for a good long while solely focused on Lorelai Gilmore's paranoia. Thank Gawd. I am drained.I have nothing left in me. She has sucked out my life force the way she sucks the lifeforce out of Dean Forrester. Parts 1-5 (!!) and all other episodes can be found in my pinned post.

Out of context, this looks terribly ominous.

Sweaterpaws.

Jess was seriously going to just go home and not even bother to ask for any money (well, he did say "I'll be back to collect it later, I know where you live", like the old timey Italian mobster he is). But he could have used that $5 (I do wish I could tell how much she's holding). Even though Jess must wait on Lorelai's table at his place of employment at least once a day every single day, I wager this is the first time Lorelai has ever paid him or tipped him squat. The boy was too stunned to speak. Better make sure its not Monopoly money or something.

I love how cautiously he takes it. He's such a smart boy, he knows this is a trap.

Time for my favorite #SadBaby joke, one I made up myself many years ago: Why does Jess Mariano love Santa Claus so much? Because unlike his father, at least Santa Claus visits once a year.

You dropped this, my king.👑 The fact that he's so utterly unbothered by Lorelai, making this a completely one-sided argument by an adult with a minor child will always be hilarious to me. Lorelai: Why would you do this? Oh, the DRAMATICS! I would never be dramatic.

WHATEVER WHATEVER WHATEVER WHATEVER!!! How you like them apples?

"Don't whatever me, you ittle jerk! You let Rory run around PANICKED! Thinking she lost her boyfriend's bracelet! She was MISERABLE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?"

You ever wonder if Dean Forrester is perched on a rooftop somewhere with a sniper rifle and if Lorelai doesn't say "Dean is great" "Dean is tall and pretty" "Dean is the best lover I've ever had" out loud at least twice a day, it's lights out for her? It's either that or he's blackmailing her and is going to spill their illicit relationship if she doesn't kiss his ass on the regular, or maybe he used some advanced brainwashing techniques on her (this one is highly unlikely, he's barely literate) there are no other possible explanations for this behavior.

Way to go Lorelai, that's four rapid fire lies, exagerrations and falsehoods in the span of mere seconds. I'm impressed. I think Jess has to be dying of laughter on the inside right now listening to this crazy bitch's lunatic rantings. Actualy, in the second picture, from that angle it almost looks like Milo is smiling lol

Baby, you're so smart. I know you didn't finish high school, but you should still win some kind of award for smartness. #AdmireTheBaby

Lorelai can't call Dean "son", it would clash with his other title, "Rory's Future Stepfather."

Lorelai's face after Jess pointed out Rory didn't miss the bracelet for two weeks. SHE KNOWS HE'S RIGHT. Come on, just admit this kid is right and we can move on with our lives!

Lorelai goes back to the living room to contemplate how Jess Mariano is right about everything all the time.

Okay, since we know Luke isn't getting a new apartment, I'm intrigued. Ahhh, a second Nuclear Luke rant in one episode! It almost makes up for the rotting meat of the previous scene. "Taylor is systematically buying up the whole town! He's gonna turn it into Taylorville! Everyone will wear cardigans and have the same grass height! He's gonna buy the building next to the diner and turn it into a plate shop for freaks without enough brainpower to buy stamps! I walked around in a blind rage. I was crazy. I bought one of those Belgian waffles with the ice cream dipped in chocolate. But I didn't eat it, I'm upset, not suicidal." LMAAAAAO. Oh Luke Danes, I love you so fucking much. "I had your voice going around and around in my head, I heard you saying, "take a chance Luke, make a move! Can't have a single bed! So I bought the building!" Told you Lorelai's nagging wields tremendous power, leading men to emotional and financial ruin.

For a few brief moments, Lorelai is the voice of reason and rationality. She suggests he could back out of the purchase, or barring that, expand the diner or rent the building to someone Taylor really hates, which is an idea I could get behind. Luke has 100k to spend on real estate, huh. I've said this before, I envision an au where Luke signs the paperwork to just get Jess his own seperate apartment. Even he had to wait until his 18th birthday. Jess could contribute to some of the rent and bills and Luke could pick up the rest. Everyone would be happy. I just want Jess to thrive and be happy. I'm going to imagine him thriving and happy.

A moment later, Lorelai is back to her old self. Holy hell, woman. The fuck is wrong with you? Poor Rory! Can Luke front some of that 100k to pay for Rory's future therapy bills, that she'll surely need after the damage you've caused?

I honestly have no idea what the fuck she's talking about. When have they been "thrown together"? When you think about it, Rory and Jess so far have had minimal interaction aside from some brief conversations, the majority of which Lorelai isn’t even aware of, and we're 10 episodes in after Jess' arrival. Do you mean the Bracebridge Dinner? The thing you set up and invited him to? Literally, Lorelai doesn't even know that Rory and Jess interacted in her backyard this afternoon. Or do you mean the picnic basket auction? Where Jess committed the unspeakable crime of having lunch with Rory?

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? Luke thinks Rory and Jess would make a good pair. Lorelai is so in awe of the power of Jess Mariano that she fears coupling him with her daughter might rip a hole in the very fabric of space and time.

Luke is my favorite Literati shipper.

"If Rory dates Jess, my shnooky-ukkums Dean will stop coming over to my house. Jess Mariano must die."

At least the last minute of the episode brings us one of the most splendid endings in Gilly Girls history.

Promotional poster for my horror movie called The Hollow: Luke Danes' Revenge. He's got a sledgehammer, a troubled nephew, and a thirst for Taylor Doose's blood.

I LOVE how hard Milo flinched when the hammer went through the wall. THIS EPISODE IS OVER. I SURVIVED THE ENTIRE THING. Where's my cookie?!

[christianobangnaldour]

STARGIRLS Members Profile and Facts ❤︎︎

Chaewon

Stage Name:  Chaewon

Birth Name: Kim Chae-won (김채원)

Position: Leader, Lead Rapper, Lead Vocalist

Birthday: 1st August 1998

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Height: 164 cm (5’4”)

Weight: 53 kg (116 lbs)

Blood Type: B

MBTI Type: ISTP

Nationality: Korean

Instagram: @kimchae_yum

Representative Emoticon: 🐯

Chaewon Facts:

She is from Seoul, South Korea.

She has an older sister (6 years older than her).

She is the daughter of theater actress Lee Ran Hee.

She graduated from Hanlim Multi Art School.

Her nicknames are “Angel Chaewon”, “Fairy Chaewon”, “Raddish Cabbage Fairy”.

Her specialties are singing and dancing.

She can peel 3 tangerines in 30 seconds.

She eats spicy food well.

Her hobby is watching dramas.

She enjoys watching movies and choreography videos, listening to ballads, and eating.

She really loves mandarins.

Her favorite fruit is blueberries.

Her favorite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate, and she’s known for her “mint choco choco dan” aegyo.

She loves bubble tea very much.

Her favourite Sanrio character is Cinnamoroll.

She admires SNSD’s Taeyeon.

She wants to try having purple hair.

She has 2 piercings only on her right ear.

She had the longest training period out of the members of STARGIRLS, almost 6 and a half years long.

She trained for 5 years under JYP Entertainment before eventually leaving and joining Woollim Entertainment.

She trained for 11 months in Woollim Entertainment before appearing in Produce 48, where she debuted as a member of the temporary group IZ*ONE under Woollim Entertainment.

She said she’s in charge of cuteness in IZ*ONE.

She was featured on Moonbyul’s song “Selfish” during MAMA 2018 Awards in Japan.

Following the disbandment of IZ*ONE in late 2019, Chaewon left Woollim Entertainment to join BLITZ Entertainment.

Talia

Stage Name:  Talia

Birth Name: Natalia Cook

Position: Main Vocalist, Main Dancer, Sub Rapper

Birthday: 10th August 2000

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Height: 165 cm (5’4”)

Weight: 60 kg (132 lbs)

Blood Type: O

MBTI Type: ESFP

Nationality: New Zealand & Korea

Instagram: @taliadoesnails

Representative Emoticon: 🎀

Talia Facts:

She is from Whakatane, New Zealand.

She has a younger brother and 2 sisters, one younger and one older.

She went to Whakatane High School before becoming a trainee and migrating to South Korea, where she finished her high school studies online.

Her favourite colour is pink.

Talia is the first ethnically born New Zealand person to join the K-Pop industry.

She became a trainee at JYP Entertainment in 2016, where she trained at for over a year.

Talia left JYP Entertainment in 2018 and joined BLITZ Entertainment, where she trained at for another year and a bit before her debut into STARGIRLS.

She is a huge fan of SHINee and Sistar.

She mentioned in an Instagram live that she really admired Hyolyn of Sistar during her teenage years, and that Hyolyn has always been a great inspiration for her as an Idol herself.

She enjoys playing roblox in her free time.

She values all of her friendships and cherishes her loved ones very dearly.

She is close friends with countless other K-Pop artists, and she is quite known for being a social butterfly among the industry.

Her favourite Sanrio character is My Melody.

Her favourite Disney princess is Elsa.

Julie

Stage Name: Julie

Birth Name: Julie Han

Korean Name: Han Julie (한줄리)

Position: Main Rapper, Lead Dancer

Birthday: March 29th 2001

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Height: 162 cm (5’3”)

Weight: 58 kg (127 lbs)

Blood Type: O

MBTI Type: ENFP

Nationality: Korean-American

Instagram: @julie_hancake

Representative Emoticon: 🖤

Julie Facts:

Julie is from Hawaii, United States.

Her parents are ethnically Korean.

Julie’s brother is Joseph Han, the Korean-American author of Nuclear Family.

Julie and her older brother, Joseph, were born in USA.

She has been in South Korea since 13 years old.

She used to do ballet in middle school.

Julie said in their documentary that her mother is a fashion designer.

Her nicknames are Judy and Baby Yoda.

Belle gave her the nickname, Baby Yoda.

She describes herself as charming.

Her favorite Sanrio character is Pochacco.

She likes reading books, watching movies, shopping, and dancing.

Her favorite movie is The Devil Wears Prada.

Her religion is Christianity.

Julie’s role model is Audrey Hepburn

She’s close to H1-KEY’s Hwiseo. They used to train together in the same team.

She was a trainee at TheBlackLabel and Swing Entertainment before debuting in STARGIRLS.

If she was part of her staff for a day, she would work as a stylist.

Julie took dance classes at Def Dance Skool.

She speaks English and Korean.

Julie hates selfish people, people who are bravado, and reptiles.

Julie was a ballerina in Hawaii before her father told her to try hip hop dancing. Later, the academy recommended her to try to become an idol.

Julie joined the Black Label, a sub label of YG Entertainment, as a trainee in late 2016 through an audition by Def Dance Skool.

Julie trained at the Black Label for 3 years before leaving and joining BLITZ Entertainment in late 2019, shortly before her debut into STARGIRLS.

Belle

Stage Name: Belle (벨)

Birth Name: Anabelle Shim/Shim Hyewon (심혜원)

Position: Main Vocalist

Birthday: March 8th 2002

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Height: 168 cm (5’6”)

Weight: 125 kg (57 lbs)

Blood Type: AB

MBTI Type: ENFP

Nationality: Korean-American

Instagram: @inthebellinging

Representative Emoticon: 🦋

Belle Facts:

She was raised in Seattle, Washington, USA.

She came to South Korea when she was eight years old.

Her father is the South Korean singer, Shim Sin.

She has an older brother named Shim Dongheon.

Her cousin is the South Korean singer, Cherry Coke.

Fans named her the Ariana Grande of K-Pop because her voice sounds like Ariana Grande when she sings

Belle joined BLITZ Entertainment in late 2018, where she trained for a little over a year before debuting into STARGIRLS.

She has attended a couple of SM Song Camps.

Belle’s musical inspiration is Sabrina Carpenter.

A few things that she likes are the color pink, shopping, and music.

Some things she hates are failing to shop, wearing sneakers without socks, and having a selfish personality.

If she could be part of her staff for one day, she would be a make-up artist.

Her favorite Sanrio character is Hello Kitty.

What influenced her to become a singer was how Ariana Grande expressed herself on stage.

She’s a huge fan of EXO

Most of her unreleased songs were inspired by Victoria Monét.

Her favorite Disney princess is Rapunzel.

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ok bada bing bada boom what do y’all think?? I js copied all this from my script hehe. also I copied the other members’ facts from their original profiles bc they’re basically all the same ppl in my dr except I added some little adjustments to fit my group :)) also I hope y’all like my face claim hehe I don’t usually use face claims when I shift but I HAD to use this one when I found her on pinterest man 🙏 I only use a face claim for my K-pop drs tho bcs I usually make my CR self my little sister in like all of them bc if I can’t have a big sister who spoils me to death in this reality I’ll be that big sister for myself in another reality 😜 ok that’s enough yap anyways I hope y’all like 😄

[conflictandscotchblog]

When It Was Just Called Joe

We used to live in simpler times when you could waltz into a diner, drop a quarter on the counter, and say...

“Coffee, please.”

Or, “Give me a cup of Mud.”

Or, “Cup of Joe.”

Even in the old movies, when a group of people worked late into the night, or early in the morning, someone would eventually say (usually to an underling), “Go get black coffee and sandwiches.”

Nobody alters that request for gluten-free bread, or almond milk.

You got coffee and sandwiches.

Then there is my brother. At his house, he asks me if I want coffee, and I say yes, he asks me how I want it.

“I’ll take cream and sugar.”

His reply?

“Oh,” he’d mock, “so you don’t like coffee?”

But now, how times have changed.

The other day, while on a walk with my friend and her dog, we stopped at Starbucks.

Let me make something clear, normally I would never go into a Starbucks. The only exception is when I’m with my friend and her dog. Her dog is such a sweet girl, so on hot days we would go into Starbucks to cool off, and get a treat for her dog.

Her treat?

A Puppuccino (whipped cream in a cup).

I ordered something I never ordered before, a Chocolate Cream Cold Brew (cream on top, coffee on bottom). It looked good on the menu.

Editors Note: What follows may not be accurate since I don’t speak Starbucks.

After taking my order, the barista (and when did that happen? Do you need a degree from Starbucks University to make drinks?) asked my friend what she would like to drink.

“I would like an iced decaf, sugar-free, vanilla soy latte, please.”

The barista replied, “Sorry, but the Starbucks Corporation does not do decaf iced lattes.”

My friend responded she had one last time she was here.

“I’m sorry,” the barista replied, “perhaps you had an Iced Americano, because the Starbucks Corporation does not do decaf iced lattes.”

This back-and-forth continued for longer than expected. It went on so long that a blind man, whom we helped earlier in the day find a Dunkin’ Donuts (about two blocks away), walked by with his iced coffee in hand (probably a decaf) going in the opposite direction.

It shouldn’t have been that difficult. My friend listed exactly what she ordered before. Meanwhile, the barista spouted the steps necessary to create a cold fusion nuclear reaction.

Plus, once when said, ‘Starbucks Corporation’, I swear I heard Starfleet Command come out of his mouth.

Eventually, I walked away. Later, in a conversation with my friend, she thought I walked away because she made a scene. I told her I walked away because I started to laugh.

“Oh,” she was surprised, “I thought it was because of the diner incident.”

We once had a diner incident.

Months before, while having dinner at a diner, my friend’s order did not come out correctly. I suggested she just eat it the way it was. Our waiter was definitely an asshole with an attitude, and god knows what he might do to her food if returned. She looked at me, called me a name I won’t repeat here, and made the waiter correct her order.

I’m not one for confrontations, but this time it was just that I didn’t want to laugh in their faces.

From what I could hear over my stifled laughter, the barista explained the difference between espresso and brewed. Decaf coffee and iced with milk, Americano, espresso with water and milk, and every other possible combination to fulfill her order.

Starfleet would be proud.

Eventually, they landed on a compromise (not sure what it was), but he assured her if she did not like it, he would make something else.

We took our table, then worried, that with these unknown drinks, we won’t be able to tell them apart.

“Well,” I said, “I got a Grande, and you got a medium, they should not be the same size.”

Spoiler alert: They were the same size.

Although, mine looked distinctly different, with cream on top.

Mine was delicious, however hers, not so much.

Not sure what the barista did, but by the look on her face on the first sip, he missed his mark.

She walked back to the counter, drink in hand.

Before she handed the coffee back to him, she said, “I am never coming back here again.”

She didn’t mean she wasn’t coming back because he was a bad employee. No, she meant it in the way you say, ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ when you break up with someone.

Apparently, (I think) he added water and milk to a brewed decaf espresso, and poured over ice.

He made her another drink. Although not what she wanted when we walked in (what felt like hours ago), she kept it.

I had my own problems. A two-toned coffee sat in front of me.

Do I mix it?

Do I just drink it, as is?

Went back to the counter to ask the young woman barista, what I should do.

“Well,” she said, “that is my favorite coffee, and I just drink it, let the cream settle to the bottom.”

Where have you been all my life? Finally, someone taught me how to drink fancy coffee.

Refreshed, and thoroughly confused, we finished our drinks, and left.

I’m not sure of our return to this particular Starbucks. However, when we do, I fully expect the barista, upon seeing us at the front door, turns into a full-blown version of the Soup Nazi, and shouts:

“No coffee for you!”

[nagisachanlol]

Which one tastes the best

Edit: Oreos is now oreas, deal with it 🖕

[ay-chuu]

Hi Hi ^^ I would like to request a matchup for Genshin Impact, my mbti is INFP. I'm a Cancer (July 2nd ^^) and I'm female and I go by She/They pronouns! I enjoy learning choreographies and drawing as well as baking for my hobbies ^-^ I have a fear of large bodies of water (Or really any body of water that I would have to swim in), a fear of heights, and also a fear of public speaking. I like iced coffee and ice cream all year round no matter the temperature as well as spicy food, but I don't like brussel(?) sprouts or really anything bitter (unless it's dark chocolate). I guess my type when it comes to men would be someone who is good with kids and likes cuddles? I'm 5'4 which is about 165 cm if I did the math right ^^" If possible I would like to choose the Valentines Day thing for the tiny drabble ^_^ I think I did this right? I hope you have a wonderful day and don't forget to hydrate and to eat something ^-^

Thank you so much love you are so cute <3

I match you with... (っ＾▿＾)💨

THOMA!

You and him met in a cafe together <3 Thoma found himself approaching your table and gently introducing himself to you, finding your shyness sweet and looking at you as if you were a goddess because of your beauty. From that moment on, he sensed that you were the only one for him. When I he bought you your favorite coffee in the cafe, the result ended with you giving him your heart too <3

The harmony between you is like a sweet mom and dad couple. Thoma is there for every moment when you can't talk in public. (Or that you're shy, unsure of yourself, upset... so Thoma is there for you whenever you want!) He is a wonderful gentleman and his treatment of you is very unique. It is enough for him that you give him your love and the depths of your heart. He is your Knight both in life and heart <3

ESFJ and INFP are a compatible couple because ESFJs are very empathetic to INFPs and they will admire their emotionality. The INFP, on the other hand, will admire ESFJ's outward-looking and realistic face, which comes out when necessary, and will take them as a role model. In short, you are both each other's soulmate and motivation <33 Capricorn and Cancer are quite a domesticated couple. While the Capricorn man protects the person he loves at the expense of the man, Cancer woman will spoil him with her love.

Some of the moments I have imagined for you two:  regular spice food days of eating together at the favorite restaurant, giggling while spending time with the childrens and falling in love with each other more, a romantic kiss shared at a picnic in the middle of the forest, and foreheads touching each other while accepting Thoma; who declared his love for you.

A special moment:

Love is a child of platonic love and is one of its designed itself. That's why we see traces of it in places where there is platonic love (everywhere).

You opened your eyes by feeling the empty warmth next to your bed. As you felt your consciousness gradually coming back into place, your senses suddenly began to perceive many tiny details.

The delicious smell coming from the kitchen mixed the smell of roses laid on the bed. Which made your nose feel like it was in heaven. The weather was warm. The trees outside your holiday cottage in the forest were glowing with the sun.

But let's not forget, love is a child! It doesn't sit anywhere or stay standing anywhere. It is as alive as the electricity transmitted by two electrons to each other and is strong as the nuclear power.

Looking at the roses arranged around you in amazement, everything suddenly began to make sense when your eye shifted to the calendar.

February 14th, Valentine's day.

While your heart was filled with pure joy, you felt your cheeks turn red both from the shame of not being able to do anything and from the pure love gifted to you. It must be heart to heart that while you didn't know how much happier you could be, Thoma came in with a tray in his hand.

“I didn't know you were awake, darling..”

Love does not have any special moments. In that most sudden place, it happens all the time.

When Thoma was sitting next to you, you felt your heart speed up and you just looked at him like you were an idiot. While maintaining his gentle smile, Thoma put down the breakfast he had brought to bed and pressed your hair behind ear with his hand while planting a kiss on cheek.

“Do you like it, my angel?”

You just hugged him with helpless happiness when you felt your eyes starting to fill up and whispered “I love you.” To him.

This time Thoma kissed the top of your head while giggling. “Happy Valentine's day, darling.”

Even on special occasions, love never comes as it is begged for. Maybe it comes at the most unwanted, maybe the most unexpected, maybe the most unconscious and maybe the most normal moment. Like a child who crams the flower in their hand into you and runs away, like a pure love.

[bisluthq]

On Travis being a combo of matty and joe… I think if anything he’s a combo of Taylor L and - even with minimal knowledge of him other than Taylor songs - drew from high school. With a bit of Harry. It’s the sunshine and midnight rain of it all.

Stereotype progressive modern all American values (like a nuclear family, Christian leaning and democrat type thing), has emotional maturity (cries a lot when he’s happy lol), big dude and apart from the field no known history of aggression. Taylor L is a black belt etc.

Most of Taylor’s exes were the misunderstood art bros of various genres - John, Jake, matty, Joe A, all had a specific niche they wanted to be part of. They wanted to be ~serious in whatever they were doing. Travis wants to watch Adam Sandler movies without shame or doing it ironically because he’s a fan… the Jake movies he’s probably seen are Spider-Man and the one with Anne Hathaway lol.

But using sunshine and midnight rain, he seems like he’s 100% what you see is what you get. Not to say he’s surface level, but he’s not projecting a different image to who he actually is. He probably doesn’t have a guilty pleasure cause he’d proudly say he likes bubblegum pop and chocolate ice cream is better than pistachio gelato, his favourite movie is probably the goonies and he was probably genuinely hyped for thr new ghostbusters and and would probably bring his whole crew to eras tour and point at himself during every male pronoun used in a positive way lol. He wants it comfortable ‘because who wouldn’t???’ But if Taylor said she wanted that pain and wanted to join the moulin rouge he’d be like ‘ok guess we’re moving to Paris and I’ll visit you between games.. you can totally do it, just train hard baby!’

He wants to fit in and will wear a tuxedo or navy suit when it’s appropriate but he’ll wear a sequinned suit and silk satin Prada shirt cause it makes him feel good but he doesn’t try to “steal the spotlight” so wouldn’t wear that to someone else’s wedding cause he doesn’t need to be the main character in every story.

Wait actually I do think he has a guilty pleasure, chick flicks. He probably loves Nicholas Sparks movies but doesn’t know how to admit it cause he’s still learning about masculinity. But he definitely has a favourite colour and probably flower and it’s probably his mums fav flower or the one for his or his mums birth month.

He’ll take you to the ballet and be like ‘yeah don’t get it but appreciate the athleticism. Music was pretty. Was that meant to be a story? Why weren’t there words if it was meant to tell a story??’ But he’s not going to be like ‘oooh noooo have to take the lady to the ballet… 🙄better get a BJ 😜” but he’ll probably say ‘next time go with one of your friends and we can do a different date night?’

That was super long but also my first anon all year haha. Hiiiiii 🫶

this all felt very very true lol and please keep writing in because your headcanons are very good and you have a very entertaining writing style 😘

[downtoearthmarkets]

Summer is a great time to be outdoors soaking up the abundant warmth and sunshine. But when the temperature and humidity get too uncomfortable, kicking back in a chilled movie theater while catching Hollywood’s latest release is a brilliant way to escape. Plus, there are typically plenty of foodie hooks and star-studded culinary references sprinkled throughout most films for the gastronomically inclined moviegoers amongst us to enjoy. This summer’s blockbusters are no exception, so make it dinner and a movie this weekend with a big screen-themed meal sourced with ingredients from your local Down to Earth farmers market.

Box office appetizers Are you spending time under the sea with Ariel and her friends? If so, how about putting together an icy platter of fresh Blue Point oysters, littleneck clams and shrimp from American Pride Seafood? Locally and responsibly harvested shellfish is one of the most environmentally sustainable forms of animal protein you can eat and the fruits of our nearby seas have a bounty of gems to offer.

Although meant to depict Ancient Greece, did you know that scenes from the last installment in Indy’s adventure series were actually filmed in various locations throughout Sicily? Catch the pan-Mediterranean vibe with a salad made from sun-ripened cucumbers and tomatoes from the farmstalls, black olives from Dr. Pickle and a big slab of fresh feta from SOVA Farms. Or pick up some spanakopita and other traditional delicacies from Anthi’s Greek Specialties.  Main feature entrées If you’ve just spent three hours riveted by the story of the intensely conflicted scientist behind the titular movie, you’ll have noticed Oppenheimer’s preferred diet of strong martinis, coffee, cigarettes and very little food. While we certainly don’t advocate for this approach to eating, he also held a penchant for extremely spicy fare that he would indulge through homemade meals of nasi goreng (aka Indonesian fried rice). Nasi goreng is one of Indonesia's five national dishes and is regularly eaten for breakfast, lunch and even dinner. A New York City native, Oppenheimer is said to have learned how to make it while pursuing a post doctorate in the Dutch University town of Leiden, which had a large Indonesian student population. Nasi goreng is typically made with leftover rice to avoid food waste, seasoned with sweet soy sauce, paired with fresh sliced tomato and cucumber, then topped with a fried egg. To give this nuclear-scientist worthy meal a whirl, pick up veggies from the farmstalls and New York State grown rice and pastured eggs from Great Joy Family Farm and try out this 20-minute recipe from Serious Eats. If you’re not in the mood for Asian food, your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to make a classic Italian dish in a nod to where scenes in the latest Tom Cruise action flick were filmed. Pick up some fresh pasta from La Trafila, Calabrian Nduja from Goode and Local, olive oil from Arlotta Food Studio and whip up a big plate of authentic Rigatoni Nduja. Click here to whet your appetite as you follow along with Chef Luigi as he cooks up this signature dish. Silver screen desserts When you have been web crawling through New York City with our hometown spidery superhero, wrap up dinner with a mouth-watering pie from Newgate Farms that spans the spiderverse. Peter Parker loved his Aunt May’s old fashioned cherry pie, but the striking red of this in-season dessert is easily updated with a neat scoop of vanilla ice cream to evoke the sleek modern lines of Miles Morales’ superhero uniform. Hard core fans will serve it on a black plate for the full effect. If you’re embracing the summer of pink, slowcocoa craft chocolate has just the dessert for you! Their special edition vegan white chocolate bars, made in honor of everyone’s favorite fashion-plate doll, are actually a pretty pale pink in color. The tasting notes read “strawberry shortcake, cotton candy and rainbow sprinkles” but think outside of the box since they’re made with only four organic ingredients: pink hibiscus flower powder, cacao butter, cane sugar and soymilk. Plus, 20% of all sales of these unique bars are going to NYLAG, an organization that provides free legal aid to migrants and other folks in crisis in New York.

We hope these Hollywood-inspired farmers market meal ideas add a dash of edible entertainment to your plans for this weekend. We’ll look forward to seeing you both at the market and at the movies!

[emilieautumnarchives]

GERMAN MADNESS and MERA LUNA!

Posted: January 13, 2007 Archived from The Asylum Forums

Hello my little Brötchen!

I just flew in from Germany and boy are my arms...

Sorry.

Oh yes! A humble request to you all who wish to see me on the MERA LUNA festival, you must go here and vote to let them know you wish to rock it crazy style with me, or I'll find something else to do...we've got to know the response will be strong there or I'll go to Siberia instead.

MERA LUNA VOTING!

I'll write more later on all of the lurid details of what was a fabulous two weeks of no sleep and even less sleep, but I confess I will not have so very much time to be online in the coming weeks due to the madness that is taking over the household, and preparations for the tour. But sweet sweet Germany...met with Nuclear Blast, attempted to rock the clubs with my violindustrial revolution (rock the Bach), drank Freixenette with my awesome booking agents, posed ridiculously for a million (literally) pretty pictures, and learned a song about fishies.

Ah! But here are some pics from some of the EP Release parties, so much more in the Asylum Arsenal, could I but have a day to compile and upload, but alas...

Following photos courtesy of Der Keller, thanks to them for the loveliest time, the sweetest lolita girls, and the chocolate.

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The following pix courtesy of SCHWARZE VIELFALT! Goodness, I make a lot of faces…or do I…

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And lastly, thanks to Ronny for these…and more to come in the next days…they only get more deliciously embarrassing from here, just you wait for the documentation of my trip to the grocery…:

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I came home after a 27 hour flight which also lost my luggage (still don't have it back) and had soy carrot cake ice cream in bed and watched the Muppet Show. Probably the happiest night of my life…

Love & Bloody Crumpets from the Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls, EA

[dreamwreaver]

Dream does know, and dream respects her friends rights to ship the stuff she doesn't like. You do you boo,

At any rate, lbr, antis love slotting the characters they want to keep people from shipping into the roles of the nuclear family. That way they can claim incest when that's not how any of that works. But most fandoms aren't ready to have the "found family is not the same as a nuclear family and slotting found family members into nuclear family roles missed the whole point of the trope" discussion. Neither of which stop the shippers at any point.

And not to disagree with your point, but I do think Alastor just loves being a little shit at any given opportunity, given how at home he made himself on Charlie's bed lmao. But hey, I like chocolate, you like vanilla, ice cream is ice cream right?

I feel kinda bad for the charlastor shippers. Like, as a radiodust shipper, we got it bad after the series, but at least what we got was no content. Charlastor? Phew. I have no doubt that world's greatest dad cut your numbers down bad. And the people I've seen against the ship because of that song? Even when Alastor saying she's like a daughter to him was clearly a manipulation tactic and a way to get on Lucifer's nerves? Sure, the ship isn't my cup of tea, but the amount of people calling the ship gross is a little annoying. Again, Alastor clearly doesn't actually think of Charlie as a daughter. Someone he can use to get power? Yeah. But the only one that is even close to being a daughter to him is Nifty.

(Sorry, this was just a ramble. I've seen way too many people shitting on this ship)

[nasa]

You’re Always Surrounded by Neutrinos!

This second, as you’re reading these words, trillions of tiny particles are hurtling toward you! No, you don’t need to brace yourself. They’re passing through you right now. And now. And now. These particles are called neutrinos, and they’re both everywhere in the cosmos and also extremely hard to find.

Neutrinos are fundamental particles, like electrons, so they can’t be broken down into smaller parts. They also outnumber all the atoms in the universe. (Atoms are made up of electrons, protons, and neutrons. Protons and neutrons are made of quarks … which maybe we’ll talk about another time.) The only thing that outnumbers neutrinos are all the light waves left over from the birth of the universe! 

Credit: Photo courtesy of the Pauli Archive, CERN

Physicist Wolfgang Pauli proposed the existence of the neutrino, nearly a century ago. Enrico Fermi coined the name, which means “little neutral one” in Italian, because these particles have no electrical charge and nearly no mass.

Despite how many there are, neutrinos are really hard to study. They travel at almost the speed of light and rarely interact with other matter. Out of the universe’s four forces, ghostly neutrinos are only affected by gravity and the weak force. The weak force is about 10,000 times weaker than the electromagnetic force, which affects electrically charged particles. Because neutrinos carry no charge, move almost as fast as light, and don’t interact easily with other matter, they can escape some really bizarre and extreme places where even light might struggle getting out – like dying stars!

Through the weak force, neutrinos interact with other tiny fundamental particles: electrons, muons [mew-ons], and taus [rhymes with “ow”]. (These other particles are also really cool, but for right now, you just need to know that they’re there.) Scientists actually never detect neutrinos directly. Instead they find signals from these other particles. So they named the three types, or flavors, of neutrinos after them.

Neutrinos are made up of each of these three flavors, but cycle between them as they travel. Imagine going to the store to buy rocky road ice cream, which is made of chocolate ice cream, nuts, and marshmallows. When you get home, you find that it’s suddenly mostly marshmallows. Then in your bowl it’s mostly nuts. But when you take a bite, it’s just chocolate! That’s a little bit like what happens to neutrinos as they zoom through the cosmos.

Credit: CERN

On Earth, neutrinos are produced when unstable atoms decay, which happens in the planet’s core and nuclear reactors. (The first-ever neutrino detection happened in a nuclear reactor in 1955!) They’re also created by particle accelerators and high-speed particle collisions in the atmosphere. (Also, interestingly, the potassium in a banana emits neutrinos – but no worries, bananas are perfectly safe to eat!)

Most of the neutrinos around Earth come from the Sun – about 65 billion every second for every square centimeter. These are produced in the Sun’s core where the immense pressure squeezes together hydrogen to produce helium. This process, called nuclear fusion, creates the energy that makes the Sun shine, as well as neutrinos.

The first neutrinos scientists detected from outside the Milky Way were from SN 1987A, a supernova that occurred only 168,000 light-years away in a neighboring galaxy called the Large Magellanic Cloud. (That makes it one of the closest supernovae scientists have observed.) The light from this explosion reached us in 1987, so it was the first supernova modern astronomers were able to study in detail. The neutrinos actually arrived a few hours before the light from the explosion because of the forces we talked about earlier. The particles escape the star’s core before any of the other effects of the collapse ripple to the surface. Then they travel in pretty much a straight line – all because they don’t interact with other matter very much.

Credit: Martin Wolf, IceCube/NSF

How do we detect particles that are so tiny and fast – especially when they rarely interact with other matter? Well, the National Science Foundation decided to bury a bunch of detectors in a cubic kilometer of Antarctic ice to create the IceCube Neutrino Observatory. The neutrinos interact with other particles in the ice through the weak force and turn into muons, electrons, and taus. The new particles gain the neutrinos’ speed and actually travel faster than light in the ice, which produces a particular kind of radiation IceCube can detect. (Although they would still be slower than light in the vacuum of space.)

In 2013, IceCube first detected high-energy neutrinos, which have energies up to 1,000 times greater than those produced by Earth’s most powerful particle collider. But scientists were puzzled about where exactly these particles came from. Then, in 2017, IceCube detected a high-energy neutrino from a monster black hole powering a high-speed particle jet at a galaxy’s center billions of light-years away. It was accompanied by a flash of gamma rays, the highest energy form of light.

But particle jets aren’t the only place we can find these particles. Scientists recently announced that another high-energy neutrino came from a black hole shredding an unlucky star that strayed too close. The event didn’t produce the neutrino when or how scientists expected, though, so they’ve still got a lot to learn about these mysterious particles!

Keep up with other exciting announcements about our universe by following NASA Universe on Twitter and Facebook.

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space: http://nasa.tumblr.com.

[thenamesblurrito]

mecha don’t have “birthdays” like we do, maybe, but the anniversary of adoption is celebrated regularly in nuclear families, and there are annual holidays celebrating each individual fertile hotspot, so mecha will likely party a little more on the day celebrating the hotspot they were forged from.

(other food posts found in this masterlist: for mobile, for desktop)

1) this one i based on my own traditional birthday cake uwu (oh my god i need to start getting ingredients for that my birthday is at the end of the month 😳) anyway. Lead is like dark chocolate for Cybertronians, and lithium is like white chocolate, so you’ll find chips of each kind. Instead of candles, which are a bad idea around Cybertronian food since many of their foodstuffs are flammable, you get little baubles that represent the spark.

2) quicksilver cake is their version of ice cream cake! It has to be nice and cool to make the mercury cream filling solid enough for cake. Of course you can add things to the cream for some extra zing, like lead cookie inclusions or swirls of petroleum.

3) I’ll be honest I could only think of four types of cake and the first one was red velvet. Since lead is such a soft metal, it’s very easy to make patties, loaves, and soft admixtures, so it combines well enough with energon to make a very sweet, rich dessert. But it’s the asbestos frosting that makes it velvety, and a single slice is very warm and filling.

4) bonus plants! Concarrots are a strange type of cyberflora that only grow in relatively thin strata, where they can siphon energon and minerals into themselves before punching all the way through the bottom of the layer to become stalactites. They can grow enormous, bigger than adult mecha. They’re often accompanied by an even stranger type of cyberflora, celeragmites. These aren’t “real” flora, in that they don’t grow out of a leyline. They live because of the faint hint of life energy dripping down in the liquid from the concarrots, and they grow spread leaves of minerals to catch every last drop and feed their pseudo-lives. Both types of cyberflora are good for eating, but since concarrots enrich themselves with crunchy matrices of energon crystals, they’re a prime candidate for dessertification. Concarrot cake is, well, basically a slab of concrete. Very thin layers, sandwiched in with oil or tar loaf, and then drawn on with chalk for color, like drawing on the sidewalk.