#ode to butter

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

Meghan Dunn ~ Ode to Butter

[rexscanonwife]

More official/proper ref of my Metalocalypse s/i 💖🫶💖🫶💖 I needed another milf for the books, I'm obsessed with it guys!

Like I said before she's the manager for @hotrodharts and @1980ssunflower and does a kickass job of it! She's meant to be something of a parallel to Charles whom she has THICK sexual tension with and possibly a mysterious past history with? :0 oooooo~ either way she's very fond of the boys, especially Toki, and in my dreams they see the both of them as parental figures 😊

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[shoezuki]

Watching jawsh live as he struggles to order food off ubereats cuz he wants a steak and not fastfood

[songpasserine]

put some kerrygold butter in there. I’m not driving.

[oediex]

Let me sing to you the praises of peanut butter. It is the stuff of life, the daily bread that nourishes me morning, midday, and evening. The queen of breakfast, the leading light of lunch, the hero of dinner. Its smoothness and richness are unparalleled. One can only surmise it is what the Greek gods ate that gave them their immortality. It is a delight, a versatile icon, a plat du jour but for all the days, a reason to get up in the morning, and a shining beacon of deliciousness.

We met late in life, peanut butter and I, when I was already an adult, and what a shame it is. To have been deprived of this goddess during my childhood, not even knowing of its existence. But oh, will we make it to the end together.

In their modesty, these seeds that grow underground show us that the marvel of life need not come from up high, nor need to be complex. Simplicity is fulfilling too.

[sallysetoncore]

could NOT figure out what to put on leftover pasta. too lazy to make my usual lemon pepper sauce. no tomato sauce or paste in the house. no pesto. and turns out the right answer was always butter

[this-is-a-name-dont-worry]

things that seemed reoccurring this update:

- Meat

- peas

- jelly

- Hibernation

- Eddie's absence

- Acting out a script (Sally mumbling asking if it's her cue and Howdy changing the script of the narrator in Homewarming storybook, characters general interactions with the narrator, different moments in the video, like the Sally and Frank ad break or the song a barely silent night, where the two literally fight over who get to sing, Sally mentions she wrote the lyrics, and Frank says she already has a song. yeah all of these are easy to see as meta goofs in the original material, but it's the fact there's so much of it this update) (of course all this wrap up with the end of the video where Eddie and Frank are obviously acting off script)

- Being alone (Eddie not having any news of anyone and not even seeing anyone outside (which is interesting as the story says that Sally was up in a tree near his home and saw him fret over having nothing to do), Wally saying it's so quiet during Homewarming and it's just he and Home for a while (potentially the show putting out a christmas special and then being on break? can a show do that?), and in the normal website material, the end of "An ode to hibernation", Frank saying "Where all that's left is me", the "me" being a "...me?")

- Welcome Home being used to sell stuff (cigarettes, medicine, eggnog, cereals, and the cookbook lists ingredients that are a specific brand)

(I'm putting under read more my rambling thoughts so you can just reblog the list without having to see them)

so I can't really make sense yet of all the food stuff. Maybe there are cultural elements/expressions I don't know that explains it? But I still find it very interesting how fucking unhinged that cookbook is yet the commercial and the website treat it normally. The cookbook is overall extremely interesting, because some of the recipes seem to actually be written by the characters; Barnaby who only presents you weird hot dog dressings with pictures but no recipe (and all jokes), Frank who lists not just the ingredients but also the material, and overexplain each steps (at least overexplain compared to the other recipes. it's actually interesting to know why you do x or y), and Julie who turns her recipe into a game at the end, and felt a bit harder to follow? anyway.

The cookbook, the Homewarming tradition of hanging a ham in the tree, Santy Claus being said sometimes instead of Santa, the ham for Santa? Once again, the christmas commercials being so casual about some of the weird stuff it says and presents? This almost feels like an alien who only has a blurry grasp of Christmas and what humans enjoy made the cookbook and the live commercial.

Sometimes, Welcome Home feels like it never actually aired and produced things, but we're making it retroactively exist. Something is making it exist. Like a retcon of the universe, "What do you mean you never heard of Welcome Home? No, of course it always existed and was very popular, look at all this old material we find!"

So maybe whatever is making it exist doesn't fully get humans and accidentally creates things that are weird to prove its existence. Like a cookbook that tells you a single pea in a buttered plate is a classic meal, or that of course you give Santa ham on Homewarming! (tbh almost getting an AI weirdness feel)

But in total contrary, in its story, Welcome Home also feels like it always existed, but got somehow completely wiped from people's mind, as something caused its sudden stop, and its characters gained consciousness of what they are and their world. As an existential dread fell on them one after the other, slowly realizing something isn't right. As Eddie felt anxiety and nervousness over no one being there or contacting him, to then having the story acts lightheartedly about it, the narrator saying things have been solved but he doesn't feel it, and suddenly Home is staring at him.

Both "It never existed but the universe is being retcon into it existing" and "it existed but something terrible happened that erased it from peoples mind" seem plausible. If two theories contradict each other, that means there's a third one that needs to be found.

Maybe it existed. Maybe it truly was popular, but something corrupted it, leading to its disappearance. A disappearance so big it stopped to exist. And now the thing that corrupted it is trying to crawl back, make it exist again, but it's making it come back completely off.

Anyway.

Also, I think the show may have been on hold during the Holiday season, "hibernating", and the character who got some self awareness realized that something was off. They're alone because there's nothing new, so no one is there bringing life to the neighborhood.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

LET THEM FEAST

This piece was inspired by this Mickey Mouse cartoon as well as this early episode from Spongebob.

So tell me, do you wanna go?

The cafeteria doors parted, swinging open as any other door would—but to Fellow and Gidel, it was as if the gates to heaven were welcoming them. Humming chatter and the smells of delicious foods churned out from beyond. Deeply inhaling, tasting the aromas in the back of one’s throat, made their bodies light and floaty, as if hunger had made them weightless.

They followed a hoard of uniformed boys with trays, drifting to buffet stations loaded with dishes they could only dream of. Slabs of roast beef dripping with mushroom gravy, racks od lamb, game birds with crisped skin, fish glistening with herb butter, steaming stews with vegetables bobbing in a sea of rich broth, fluffy rice, cakes sliced wide and trifles stacked tall. The paper-thin slice of bread and beans they had for supper had never looked quite so sorry.

Gidel didn’t notice that his mouth was agape and slick with saliva until a cane tucked under his chin and closed it for him. Fellow pulled the young boy close, a hand on his arm as he wildly gestured to the waiting delicacies.

“Take a gander, Giddie! All that food’s free and ours for the taking!!” he chirped. “Ready your fork and knife, we’re going to eat like kings today!”

Arm in arm, the duo dove into the bar, grabbing as much as they reasonably could. Generous scoops of mashed potato, the biggest pieces of meat, plenty of sauce, the largest loaves. Gidel rushed about with an apple crammed into his mouth and Fellow snuck oyster crackers into his breast pocket (as a late-night snack).

While their plates piled higher and higher, the mob students grew more irritable. Elbowing them out of the way, snatching up popular itwms, and taking far more than their share had the tendency to invoke ire. The mobs casted dirty looks at Fellow and Gidel, others raising their voices at the kitchen.

“Oi, where’s the refill of tomato soup? I’ve been waitin’ for forever over here!”

“When’re the dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggies gonna be done…”

“I’m so hungry I could eat a whole horse. What’s the damn hold up?!”

“Be patient, boys!” a ghost chef callee back. He grunted as he hailed a vat of curry off of the stove. “It takes time to prepare the food.”

“They’re ravenous today,” remarked the lead chef. “Wonder what’s going on. We normally don’t have to prepare this much.”

By this time, Fellow (trailed by Gidel) had pushed his way to the front of the crowd. He set down his tray (the tower of food upon it wobbling, threatening to collapse) and waved enthusiastically at the chefs.

“Afternoon, gents! How’s it going? Looks to me like you’re hard at work feeding all these wayward souls.”

“Oh, um. Just fine, thank you.” The head chef blinked. He liked to think that he recognized all of the students and staff that came into his dining room, but he was drawing a total blank with Fellow and Gidel. “Er… Sorry, are you new around here? I don’t think I’ve seen you boys before.”

“Fufu, that’s right. We’re new to these parts.”

“They ain’t even students,” an angry mob student behind him piped up.

The lead chef startled. Worry crumpled his round, marshamallowy face. “Oh dear, not students? The buffet is only open to them and staff.” He glanced at Fellow’s pickings. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to return all that.”

Anger and annoyance shot through the fox beastman. Tch…! Those NRC brats, looking down on me! Why should they get to gorge themselves on this stuff while the rest of us beg for their scraps?!

He reached down and gripped Gidel’s hand, giving the young boy a reassuring squeeze. Gidel offered a sleepy grin back.

Watch this. I’ll turn this entire situation around and have them eating out of the palm of my hand.

He let out a theatrical gasp, then summoned his most charming smile. “My bad, I forgot to introduce myself! You see, I am a health inspector sent by the Department of Magic Education to evaluate your menu! Gidel here’s my trusty assistant.”

The leader of the ghost chefs scratched his head. “Huh? Is that what a health inspector does…?”

“Of course, or cooourse! All a part of the job description, my friend.” Fellow indicated his absurd amount of food. “They’re looking to implement new standards for magic school menus—and where better to look at as a model for reference than THE famous Night Raven College? The education it offers is elite, so the meals it offers must be elite as well! That’s why they’ve sent us to try one of everything, to evaluate the quality of your wares.”

Gidel bobbed his head. (He had little clue what he was actually agreeing with, but he agreed nevertheless.)

“Come ON, you don’t seriously buy this crap, do you?” a mob student groaned. “The old fart’s clearly lying!!”

Other voices joined him, but they all fell upon deaf ears. The head chef’s eyes sparkled, his pasty white cheeks rosy with excitement.

“Oooooh, why didn’t you say so sooner?! W-We will absolutely do everything in our power to accommodate your needs, Sir Health Inspector!” He turned to his kitchen staff. “Isn’t this so exciting, everyone? We’ll be the first group of ghosts to receive a fancy accolade after death!”

A murmur of approval weaved through the kitchen. The dining room, however, erupted into a fresh round of protests.

“You’re joking!!”

“That’s such an obvious lie.”

“How can you believe that bullcrap?!”

Keheheh, never underestimate the power of this Fellow Honest-sama’s silver tongue 🎶 I didn’t even need to use my unique magic to cut to the front of the line. Some people are just born suckers and stay suckers in the afterlife.

He smirked, giving a triumphant twirl of his cane. “Sorry, folks! You snooze, you lose. We get first dibs on everything~”

“Hah?! What’d ya just say to me?” A vein bulged on a Savanaclaw student’s forehead. He was about double Fellow’s width and rippling with muscle. “Like hell you are!”

“The way you talk is pissin’ me off!!” chimed in a Diasomnia student. He drew his baton and aimed it at Fellow. “I oughta shut you up for good!”

The idea was a seed, taking root and festering among his peers. Other students were producing their own magical pens, out of pockets and from inside vests.

Fellow paled, balking but keeping himself between the mobs and Gidel. “H-Hey now, can’t we talk this over? Violence doesn’t solve everything, you know!”

“YES IT DOES,” the mobs retorted—in unison for once. Hungry and angry, a terrible combination.

Gidel whimpered. No sound, but Fellow could sense it in the way the boy retreated into his coat. A free hand found its way to the small of Gidel’s back, keeping him upright.

Don’t let them see you like that. Weak, downtrodden. It’s letting them have the moral victory.

His grin widened. He was a fox looking to sink his teeth into unsuspecting prey.

“Why spend your youth grumpy and causing trouble? You should lighten up, live a little, laugh a little. Here, I’ll show you how. Just follow me! Come on to the Theater!! Life is Fun!!”

Fellow spun his cane, releasing a light shower of sparkles upon the crowd. They floated down, popping like popping on their skin. Eyes glazed over, twisted expressions slackened.

“Now then!!” Fellow, raised his cane like a baton, still spinning as he conducted his herd. He, poised as the ringleader. “Right this way, right this way, gentlemen! Let’s have a lively parade to the courtyard on this fine day!”

“The weather is nice today…”

“Coach said I need to get more exercise in.”

“I’ve been stressed about classes, I need to take this break.”

Marching—one, two, one, two—Fellow led the procession out of the cafeteria. He belted out a tune as he ushered students through the exit.

“Hi-diddle-dee-dee, actor's life for me!”

(Gidel pranced in and out of the line of students, reaching into pockets and retrieving miscellaneous items. Pencils, a keychain, spare change. He stashed them under his hat.)

“A high silk hat and a silver cane, a watch of gold with a diamond chain!”

When the last student was gone, Fellow made a U-turn and rushed back into the cafeteria, slamming the doors behind him. He dropped his smile, letting it shatter like a porcelain teacup and not bothering to salvage the remains.

“Sheesh, they’re finally out of my fur!” Fellow sighed deeply. “Those rotten kids really had to make me work hard for my meal...”

Gidel scrambled over to him, pulling out the various items he had clumsily pilfered. Look what I got! he seemed to say.

Fellow brightened, ruffling the child’s messy brown mop. “Atta boy, Giddie! We sure showed those snooty rich kids what for, eh?”

At that moment, the head chef bursted out of the kitchen juggling a tray of apple strudel. He was followed by several other ghosts, each carrying a new dish.

“Sorry for the wait, here’s the… Huh?” The head chef glanced around the nearly empty cafeteria, his brows knitting. “Where did everybody go?”

“Must’ve gone out for a stroll Fine by me, they’re letting us get right down to business,” Fellow laughed, clapping a hand on Gidel’s shoulder. “C’mon, that’s enough excitement for one day. Let’s dig in!”

[mcytblrconfessions]

I don't watch xisumavoid but from what I see from other povs he seems like he has the personality of boiled chicken/ unsalted mashed potatoes/ slice od bread with butter and then I find out that this white mans spice tolerance personified said the f slur

What. Thefuck

[love-everyone]

heavy ode to fall.

pomegranate apple butter w/greek yogurt, figs, dried apple, pom, cinnamon.

[dyke-will-graham]

My list of songs so Hannigram coded it’s insane and the lyrics that make them so:

Salt in the Wound- Boygenius

‘You put salt in the wound, and a kiss on my cheek. You butter me up and you sit down to eat’

‘Neck full of mockingbirds all calling your name…I’m gnashing my teeth like a child of Cain’

I’m Your Man- Mitski

‘You’re an Angel, I’m a dog. Or you’re a dog and I’m you’re man. You believe me like a God, I destroy you like I am.’

‘I’m sorry I’m the one you love, no one will ever love me like you again so when you leave me I should die. I deserve it don’t I?’

Famous Last Words (an Ode to Eaters) - Ethel Cain

‘Look at me baby, dead in my eyes. It’s the end of our holiday, but it isn’t goodbye. Carry me with you all of the time.’

‘Eat of me baby, skin to the bone. Body on body until I’m all gone. But I’m with you inside.’

It Will Come Back- Hozier

All I’m gonna say is first verse is Hannibal POV, second is Will POV talking to eachother I could write a damn essay on this song and Hannigram

Shrike- Hozier

‘The words hung above, but never would form. Like a cry at the final breathe that is drawn. Remember me love, when I am reborn as the Shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn.’

‘Had no idea on the ground i was founded, oh that goodness is gone with you now. Then I met you, my virtues uncounted. My goodness is goin with you now.’

‘Back to the hedgerow where the bodies are mounted’

Abbey- Mitski

‘I am hungry, I have been hungry, I was born hungry, what do I need?’

Butchered Tongue- Hozier

This one I think is Will when he married Molly and settling into his new life but still looking for Hannibal in everything.

UPDATE:

Talk- Hozier

Once again getting into the Greek mythology themes and Hannigram parallels. Orpheus and Eurydice as Will and Hannibal haunts me.

‘I’d be the immediate in Eurydice, imagine being loved by me.”

Paralleled with the scenes of Hannibal and Wills seperate “I forgive you”.

Me and My Husband - Mitski

‘At least in this lifetime we’re sticking together.’

This is a little cracky, but this song reminds me of the way Hannibal and Will are chasing potentials and scenarios where they can stay together. Teacups and all that and yes the world is on fire but Hannibal and Will are together so it’s okay.

Breezeblocks- alt-j

Enough said.

NFWMB - Hozier

‘Give your heart and soul to charity. Because the rest of you, the best of you Honey belongs to me.’

The possessiveness of Hannibal and Will over eachother is insane, we know this. And I think people forget that Will is just as bad as Hannibal about it. (Just see any interaction between Bedelia and Will for evidence)

Salvatore- Lana Del Rey

“The summers wild and I’ve been waiting for you all this time. I adore you can’t you see you were meant for me?”

“Catch me if you can…dying at the hand of a foreign man, happily.”

Once More to See You- Mitski

“But with everybody watching us, our every move. We do have reputations, we keep it secret, won’t let them have it.”

“If you would let me give you pinky promise kisses then I wouldn’t have to scream your name.”

Televangelism- Ethel Cain

No lyrics in this one, just piano and the sound of me crying softly. This song is EVERYTHING the Primavera scene was in Dolce. Please listen. The slow build, the melodic flutter of a heartbeat the rise and ascension when they see each other and smile at one another, the acceptance of fate, the knowledge of love. “You and I have begun to blur.”

anything - Adrienne Lenker

“I don’t wanna be the owner of your fantasy I just wanna be a part of your family.”

Savior Complex- Phoebe Bridgers

“Drift off on the floor, I drag you to the shore. Sweating through the sheets you’re gonna drown in your sleep for sure. Wake up and start a fire in our one room apartment but I’m too tired to have a pissing contest, all the bad dreams that you hide show me yours I’ll show you mine.”

“Baby you’re a Vampire, you want blood and I promised I’m a good liar with a savior complex.”

Pre-Mizumono to Post-Fall Hannigram can be found everywhere in this song.

OKAY OKAY THATS IT IF YOU STAYED THIS LONG THANKS IF YOU WANT MORE HANNIGRAM LISTEN TO MY PLAYLIST ITS CHALK FULL OF ANGST

[cybrsan]

Treasure — J.WY [Pt.3]

SUMMARY: Your journey officially begins, and you try to find your place in the group.

PAIRING: Waterbender Jung Wooyoung x Non-Bender F!Reader

RATING/GENRE: M ; angst, fluff, eventual smut ; ATLA au, enemies to lovers

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

A/N: Happy birthday Wooyoung ♡

LINKS: Ode To ATEEZ Masterlist | Together in Harmony Masterlist | Cross-posted on AO3 and Wattpad

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The next morning, you watch from a distance as the group of benders prepares for the journey ahead. They have laid out all of their supplies on one of the inn’s large dining tables to make it easier to take stock. Despite the discord you sensed last night, they seem to work together well. Hongjoong and Seonghwa take the lead, as you have come to expect, with the waterbender handing out lists and overseeing all the packing and the firebender heading into town for some last-minute errand. Even the rowdier members of the bunch seem to know their roles; Mingi and Yunho diligently organize the rations, murmuring to each other, while San and Wooyoung pack camping gear and clothes, respectively. 

Almost everyone greeted you warmly this morning, much to your surprise. You had tossed and turned last night as you wondered what to expect from them. You haven’t traveled in a group in ages, let alone in a group full of complete strangers. Considering your introduction hadn’t gone smoothly, to say the least, you didn’t think you’d be readily accepted into the fold. But, as soon as you came downstairs, Yunho smiled and waved you over to join them for breakfast. San slid a plate towards you, bearing a piece of bread topped with butter and jam and some fruit, while Jongho gave you a mug filled with piping hot coffee. If it wasn’t for a certain firebender completely ignoring your existence and a waterbender shooting daggers at you with his eyes, it would have almost been perfect.

Hongjoong’s hostility you can understand—he is obviously the leader in some capacity, and he doesn’t trust you. Wooyoung, however, seems to have some irrational vendetta against you. You can’t think of anything you could have done to offend him other than accidentally bumping into him outside Nadira’s tent. Though, since San hinted that this behavior is unlike him, surely he wouldn’t hold a grudge for such a minor offense. It’s not that you want him to like you, per se, but you can’t stand the idea of someone disliking you when you have done nothing to deserve it.

You must have been staring at him without realizing it, because he gives you the nastiest look before turning back to San and mumbling something. Anger snaps within you like a line pulled taut, and just as you’re about to confront him, Hongjoong rejoins the group. You huff, stopping in your tracks and heading towards Yeosang instead. At least he isn’t bothered by your presence; Wooyoung and his bad attitude can be dealt with later. 

Seeing you approach, the long-haired airbender looks up at you from his place on the bench, smiling softly. He pats the spot next to him, and you acquiesce, taking a seat. As Hongjoong converses quietly with Seonghwa, you take the opportunity to prod Yeosang for some information. 

“Would you say you and Wooyoung are pretty close?”

He nods. “I’ve actually known him the longest out of everyone here.”

“Oh, good. Then surely he’s told you why he doesn’t like me?”

Yeosang turns to look at you, eyes widening slightly. “He doesn’t like you?”

You’re stunned into silence for a moment. Has he really not noticed? Even if he didn’t pick up on all the dirty looks and bad energy Wooyoung has been sending your way, surely he remembers the conversation from last night. Regaining your composure, you continue, “It sure seems that way. He was definitely very vocal about not wanting me here.”

“Oh, that,” Yeosang purses his lips, thinking. “I don’t think he dislikes you. I think he’s scared of something.”

“Scared? Of me?”

“I’m not sure,” he shrugs. “He hasn’t mentioned anything to me. But I know that he isn’t the type of person to really dislike anyone. Even when someone hurts him, he often blames himself and not the other person.” He pauses and then adds, “You should talk to him about it.”

You laugh in disbelief. “Yeah, I don’t see that conversation going well.”

“He can be stubborn, but he’s really a good person. It’s worth a try.”

You find your gaze slipping to Wooyoung again, noticing how easily he laughs and smiles around San and the others. Everyone circles around him as if he’s the sun, and they’re the planets stuck in his gravitational pull. Even Hongjoong’s lips occasionally quirk up at the corners in a half-smile as he watches him, despite whatever bad blood the two of them seem to have. 

Your gaze softens. “Maybe I will.” 

Yeosang seems satisfied with that, and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. Not long after, Hongjoong claps his hands, capturing everyone’s attention. 

“All right,” he says. “It looks like we have everything we need. Let’s head out.”

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you fall into line behind the others, lingering near the back of the group. You’re unsure of where you can make yourself fit into their dynamic or if you should even try at all. Your people skills are a bit rusty, at least when you aren’t actively trying to get information out of someone. You would have maybe stayed with Yeosang if he didn’t join up with Wooyoung and San. 

Luckily, you don’t have to ponder this for long. Yunho, having noticed you’ve fallen behind, slows his stride so that he can match your pace. He smiles at you warmly, and his joviality is so infectious that you find yourself smiling back before you can even think about it.

“So,” he starts, “Have you been on your own all this time?”

“Mm, in the desert, you mean?” He nods. “Yeah, I came out here on my own.”

“Wow, that takes a lot of guts. I honestly don’t know how you did it. We had some pretty close calls, even with the eight of us.”

“I’m resourceful. Plus, I may not be a bender, but I’m good with weapons.” You pat the belt at your hip, where your bolas and kunai are securely fastened.  

“You aren’t a bender?” Mingi, who must have overheard some of the conversation, joins in. “That’s even more impressive.” 

Normally, you might take offense at the insinuation that a non-bender isn’t as capable as a bender, but by the way his face lights up, you can tell that he doesn’t mean any harm. Instead, you choose to take the compliment for what it is. 

You continue to make small talk with the two of them, and some of the others join in here and there. Before long, you find yourself laughing and joking with them; they’re easy to get along with, despite the fact that your first impressions of each other were strained. Jongho has a surprising sense of humor, and San and Seonghwa bicker like brothers. The desert sun is as harsh as ever, but you find the heat a bit more bearable with some company.

As you have come to expect, Hongjoong and Wooyoung are the only two that don’t interact with you. But, to be fair, Hongjoong doesn’t seem to really interact with anyone. It’s almost as if the second you stepped out of the town and into the desert, something within him changed. Seonghwa never strays far from him, and you can tell that Hongjoong’s behavior makes him—and some of the others—nervous. It’s strange; you can tell Hongjoong deeply cares for the others and feels protective of them, but at the same time, he seems so cold-hearted. The look in his eyes is almost reminiscent of the very person you’re on the run from. It makes you inclined to avoid him as much as possible.

Wooyoung keeps looking in your direction, seemingly bothered by the fact that you’re getting along so well with everyone else. It irritates you to no end; he could easily join in on the conversation if he wanted to. Instead, he chooses to give you the stink eye and silent treatment. Yeosang has been keeping him company but, seeing your gaze, gives you a subtle nod before walking over to Jongho. You take the hint—he wants you to talk to Wooyoung. You excuse yourself from your conversation with the other boys, though you doubt they will even realize you’re gone with how excitedly they talk amongst themselves.

“Hey,” you say, jogging over to Wooyoung. “Can we talk?” He looks at you out of the corner of his eye but says nothing, lips forming a tight line. “Oh, come on. Don’t be so immature.” 

A long moment passes before he finally responds. “I have nothing to say to you.”

“If that’s the case, why do you keep looking at me every five minutes?”

He scoffs. “Bold of you to assume it was you I was looking at.”

“Oh, right, sorry. Was it Yunho you were glaring daggers at, then?”

“...No.”

“Exactly. Let’s just cut to the chase, okay? I don’t understand what I could have possibly done to make you hate me so much, and I deserve an explanation for your attitude toward me.”

“I don’t—" He cuts himself off with a sigh. “Listen, let’s not do this.”

“Why not? What’s your problem?”

“You’re my problem.” He spits out the words with so much force it almost startles you. Then, calming himself, he adds, “You shouldn’t be here.” 

“But why do you feel that way?”

“Nal’ich, are you always this annoying?”

You don’t recognize the exclamation he uses, but you don’t need to understand his Tribe’s language to be able to tell you’re getting under his skin. If you were smart, you would stop bothering him about this and just leave him alone. But while you are smart, you’re also stubborn. 

“Only when I try to be,” you goad, smiling at him in an oh-aren’t-I-such-an-angel sort of way.

His jaw ticks. “You’re not gonna get the answers you want from me, so just do us both a favor and leave me alone.”

“Oh, I’ll figure this out one way or another, just you—” 

“Careful!” 

Before you even know what’s happening, Wooyoung is grabbing you and pulling you close. You stare at him in shock, face only a hair’s breadth from his. At this distance, you can make out moles on his face that you never noticed before—one under his eye and another on his lip.

He pushes you away and clears his throat. “You were walking right towards a sand serpent, idiot. Pay attention to your surroundings.”

“So, you hate me, but not enough to let me die. Noted.” 

“I don’t want anyone to die, preferably.” 

“Whatever,” you shrug, now walking with a bit of a skip in your step. “I still consider this a win.”

“A win? What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m one step closer to figuring you out.” 

He rolls his eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“So are you.” 

With a huff, he stomps off toward Yeosang who has a small frown on his face from observing your conversation; you can only assume he’s not happy with how it went. You shrug at him—you tried, like he asked and, like you suspected, it didn’t go well. However, despite not getting much information from Wooyoung, you’d be lying if you said his obstinacy in the face of your questions didn’t make you even more determined to figure out why he dislikes you.

You reach into your bag, fingers itching to have the map in your hands once again. It’s a habit you have developed over the span of your long journey. After everything you went through to get it, you need to know it’s safe and on your person. You take it out and unscroll it as you walk to glance at it, though you’re sure that you have it memorized by now. 

Seonghwa notices and asks, “Are we still headed in the right direction?” 

“As long as we’re still headed southeast, we should be.”

“We are,” Hongjoong affirms, glancing up from the compass in his hand. You almost jump, having not even known he was paying attention. “Though it looks like a storm is about to roll through.”

Glancing at the sky, you can tell that he’s right. Dark clouds are rolling in from the west and the wind has begun to pick up, rustling your robes and sending sand flying. You feel a granule hit your cheek, and you hiss in pain. If this turns into a full-on sandstorm, it could get dangerous fast.

Yunho frowns. “Yeah, I can feel it in the air.”

“Let’s stop, then,” Seonghwa says. “We’ll set up camp and pack it in for the night.” 

Mingi points to an area of land in the distance. “There are some rocks over there. I can probably set them up around us in a way that can protect us from the brunt of the sand.” 

Though Hongjoong doesn’t look happy to be stopping, he also doesn’t argue, logic winning out over desire. “Good idea, Mingi. Let’s go.”

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[youremysunshine8]

Ode to the Tumblr grilled cheese

It's getting quite late but -

Hunger I appease.

I grill up a sandwich

(In twos, maybe threes)

It is done so quickly,

I have expertise!

Cooked in butter and herbs

Like I'm a marquise,

And crushed cloves of garlic

Enough you say "geez",

When done, burn my fingers

So quick do I seize

My favorite grilled sandwich;

I eat the night cheese

[oediex]

Tea is just a winner all around. It goes well with hot and cold - forcing your body to cool down or your hands to grow warm. It's great for intermediate weather because you can just leave the heating off. It comes in colourful boxes with either the most straightforward names you can imagine or the most ephemeral ones they could think of. It's water and officially counts as hydrating yourself. They come in bags or in a loose form, the latter of which you can contain in cutesy little holders, or just plain round ones. There are flavours to be discovered, you have no idea. And even if it's old, even if it's past its due date, as long as it looks fine and smells fine, you're fine. We will be drinking tea during the apocalypse.

All the above does not count for tea with ginger. It is the devil's spawn. We do not speak of it.

[nuagederose]

an ode to my status as an amateur baker! from the top left across and then zigzagged downward:

chocolate soufflé

passionfruit mousse

blueberry muffins

black garlic chocolate mousse

olive oil cake

matcha cookies

coconut sugar caramelized plantains

brownies + blondies

smith island cake (state cake of maryland)

napoleon (“who’s he to get a cake?”)

pineapple upside down cake

prickly pear and passionfruit “high desert” cake (courtesy of yours truly—because i got tired of the pistachio and raspberry combination; variations are prickly pear and apple, and prickly pear and blood orange)

ube cookies

a stick of butter

rye bread (a favorite)

apple pie with vanilla ice cream (another favorite)

pomegranate parfait

mexican hot chocolate

hamantaschen

apple cider donuts

strawba-ba-ba-ba-berry shortcake

lemon meringue pie

”a tour of the west coast” cake (should i ever partake in a competition): blackberry/lemon for the “washington”/top tier (huckleberry can also stand in for the blackberry); marionberry/vanilla for the “oregon”/middle tier; and orange/almond for the “california”/bottom tier

chocolate babka (an absolute favorite)

bacon and cheese rolls (an ABSOLUTE favorite)

spice cake (one of my favorite things in the world)

sufganiyot

carrot cake

and last but not least, devil’s food cake

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[aller-geez]

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Nearly 3K words, RemixLevi snzfic with Remi as the sneezer bc obviously I’m a little bit partial 🫠🫠 Pls enjoy 🖤 would love feedback if you have any! 😭🤧

I’ll Make You A Deal…

A RemixLevi snzfic 🖤

“Remington! What the hell!?” Levi shrieked in frustration as he stormed in from the kitchen, waving around a few different food items in each hand and flinging droplets of water everywhere as he did so. The leopard was greeted by a very lethargic looking wolf who laid stomach down on their shared bed, his mouth hanging open slightly as his dull green eyes remained locked on the screen of their tv and the Xbox controller already clacked away loudly in his hands despite it being 9 am. Both Remi’s eyes and his nose were rimmed with the same matching red, moisture glistening from his septum as he gasped out ragged breaths from his spot the bed. With a liquidy yet unproductive sniffle, the large man finally paused his game to look over at the cat with an eyebrow raised.

“What’d I do?” Remi asked in a low, hoarse voice.

“Did you forget to close the fridge last night after you made your late night snack?” Levi crossed his arms across his chest as he waited patiently for his mate’s reply, almost like a mom after receiving a bad report card.

The wolf visibly thought for a second, trying to imagine himself making his toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich at 2 am the night before, although everything was pretty fuzzy. Drinking the entire bottle of NyQuil to finally be able to sleep through the constant buzzing in his sinuses probably wasn’t his smartest idea; although he did finally manage to fall asleep afterward, so the canine couldn’t complain too much. “Uh, I don’t remember?”

Levi held the items in his hands out in front of him, waving them around a little with a frustrated scowl. “No, you left it open all night and now all of this food we bought for this whole trip is spoiled!”

A flash of guilt passed over the large man’s features, and he sighed softly before muttering a couple of deep, chesty coughs into his balled up fist. “I’b sorry, Levi, that’s by bad.. I guess it’s doordash for the week, huh?” Remi offered, hoping to try and make a little light of the shitty situation he caused.

Levi gasped and shook his head quickly, a look of horror on his face at the thought of Door Dash for every meal for the next eight days, when they had a perfectly good kitchen to cook in right inside their bus. “Ummm.. no.. we’re going to find the grocery store and get FOOD.”

“Levi, combe od..” The wolf nearly whined, suddenly looking equally horrified thinking of having to be anywhere around people right now in his current condition. As if on cue, Remi’s chapped, dampened nose twitched to life, the tickle quickly becoming too intense to ignore and he could only duck his head down towards the bed weakly. “Hh'IISHH! ��hd’ISCHhh!! —h’dtTISHh!!”

A mist of contagious droplets coated the bedspread in front of him, the wolf was left sniffling thickly while scrubbing at his septum with an index finger knuckle. “Nngh. How the hell are we godda do that? Just drive there and park our giadt blue bus in the parkigg lot?” Remi slowly began to rise to a full sitting position, and once he sat on the edge of the bed, his long fingers snatched a few tissues from the box on the nightstand. With a thick gurgle, the wolf drenched the ball of tissues in his hands in one blow, grimacing before tossing it in the trash can and clearing his throat.

“There’s one not super far from here, but I can’t read the directions at the same time as watching the mountain roads..” The leopard thought out loud, taking a second to ponder, before his face lit up mischievously. “I know! Since you left the fridge open all night, your punishment is giving me directions~” Levi giggled with a cheeky grin, sticking the tip of his tongue out towards the very unenthusiastic wolf.

“Levi.. you kdow I dod’t feel good..” The canine whimpered with a defeated exhale, the other’s stern parental -like expression softening slightly when his icy blue orbs met with Remi’s dim green ones.

“I’ll make you a deal.. If you can help me with the directions there, I’ll go in and do all of the shopping and you can go back to bed, okay?” The leopard offered with a gentle smile, to which Remi shrugged his shoulders with a quick eye roll.

“Fide.. But I’m goidg to be extra addoyidg..” The wolf chuckled softly, but his laugh was quickly cut short by a deep, painful coughing fit that echoed through the small living space. Once able to catch his breath, he pulled his hood over his head and came to his feet. Remi managed yet another sigh, and Levi rolled his eyes playfully at how dramatic his mate could be for such an otherwise extremely intimidating guy. The two made their way up to the front where Remi lazily plopped himself down in the passenger seat, and Levi shimmied his way into the drivers seat, keys in hand.

“Here, I pulled it up on my phone already, just tell me as the turns come up?” Levi smiled graciously again towards his mate, passing him his phone with the screen already open on the route. Remi took it, leaning back a little in his seat to try and make himself more comfortable for the 20 minute drive, sniffling sharply against one of his wrists. “Nnngh, my dose is so stuffed up..” He complained hoarsely, to which Levi passed him a quick, empathetic expression.

“I’m sorry love, I’ll get you some more NyQuil at the store if you take it how it’s supposed to be taken..” The cat chuckled breathily, slipping the keys into the ignition and turning them. The bus engine roared to life, and Levi rubbed the steering wheel gently with a smile. “Good job May, let’s get going!” He cheered happily, quickly clicking his seatbelt on. With an almost inaudible grumble from the wolf, they were off.

Only a few moments after leaving the gravel road of the rest stop they had been staying at, the bus finally made it to the main road, coming to a full stop at the stop sign.

Levi took the opportunity to turn to his mate to make sure he was still paying attention to navigating as the other had a habit of getting distracted, but was met with the wolf’s fluttering eyelids, and quickly flaring reddened nostrils that gleamed with moisture. Before words could come out of the cat’s mouth, Remi pitched to the side, one arm weakly lifting towards his face in a half assed attempt to cover his sneezes, although he failed miserably.

“hh'IETSH’UE! HI’DTSCHIEW!” The wolf sneezed harshly into the open space of the cab, spraying not only himself and the air around him, but even Levi was a casualty, placed perfectly in Remi’s ‘Splash Zone’. Without a word, the cat swiped away a few particularly large droplets that had landed on his arm, although he was used to it after being with the large, immune deficient man for so long.

Remi snorted thickly, before scrubbing at his nose in quick, circular motions, a soft clicking sound echoing loudly above the low hum of the vehicles engine as he did. “Nnngh, by bad..” he grumbled again, finally able to focus his eyes on Levi’s phone.

Seeing Remi relax once again took some of the edge off for the leopard, exhaling silently and looking back towards the road with a smile. Pushing forward, they traveled onward for a bit, before the wolf cleared his throat suddenly.

“Turdn left odn Naglee Road up here.” He instructed, looking up at Levi to see that he had heard him. The smaller man nodded with a grin, thankful Remi wasn’t too preoccupied to get them lost, and did as he was told. The bus cruised around the corner smoothly, and the map on the phone in his large hand updated accordingly.

The wolf attempted to snort back some of the congestion that was beginning to make his face throb, although at this point, it was pretty much useless. He whined softly, pinching just under his bridge piercing as another tickle began to bloom deep within his sinuses. Every sneeze felt like it would make his head pop with the pressure, and he REALLY wanted to go lay back down..

Suddenly, Remi’s mouth began to curl up into its own mischievous smirk. To be fair, he told Levi he would be extra annoying if he had to be up here.. Why not make it fun?

Sniffling softly a few times to tease the building tickle from his nose, the wolf wouldn’t have had time to cover even if he wanted to with how fast it completely took over.

“—HEH’TXSSHhh’ih! Hd’IZTSSHHhhh’ih!” The two forceful sneezes tore from the large man’s throat, a large cloud of contagious mist filling the space between them again, and coating the other’s freckled arm. When Levi’s eyebrows furrowed to try and concentrate more on the road, Remi’s smirk got a little bigger. Even someone as sweet and patient as Levi was had to have their breaking point, right? Anyone else would have already been done with Remi’s childish behavior.

Snuffling wetly, he leaned back in his seat again, this time with his sock clad feet up on the dashboard, to which Levi gave him a quick side eye. The wolf grunted, slipping them off again and thumping back on the bus floor.

“What’s the next turn?” Levi asked over his shoulder, clearly unamused by his mates shenanigans.

“Turn right on Belbourde Street in a half mile.”

“On.. what street?” Levi questioned, his eyes flickering to his mate’s face for a second before returning to the road in front of them.

“…..Belbourde.. Bel—“ The congestion behind Remi’s eyes continued to increase, leaving all of his words rounder than intended, and he sighed in frustration. “BMELBORNDE” he barked finally, crossing his arms in front of his chest with a self conscious huff, and Levi couldn’t help but laugh gently.

“Okay baby, we should be almost there. I think there’s one more turn off after the Melbourne exit.” The white haired man smiled, quick to reassure his mate, despite how much of a brat he’d been. But then again, that was just who Levi was.

The wolf huffed again from his seat, coming to the quick conclusion that the extra 10 minutes he would get if he was told to go lay down now weren’t as worth while as he thought, and the canine gave up the grocery sabotage entirely.

Again Levi turned the bus around the next corner with ease, driving the huge vehicle expertly around the tight, windy roads down the mountain a little ways, seemingly in his element as he remained completely focused on the task at hand. After a second, the cat waved one thin hand out towards Remi to get his attention again. “Hey, the last turn off shouldn’t be too far off from this one.. what’s the name again?”

The wolf blinked towards Levi for a moment, his brain fighting for its life against his raging fever that flushed his cheeks and forehead, but he slowly began to register the question he was asked. His dim emerald eyes shifted down to the leopard’s phone screen that sat face up on his lap, squinting to try and read the words through his double vision. When he still couldn’t make out the number or the name of the exit, Remi began to get frustrated again, swiping the phone from his lap and bringing it up close to his face.

“Oh, found it..” he mumbled, Levi passing him slightly anxious glances as more and more exits began to fly by their window.

“Okay, it’s.. Hehh..” The canine’s breath snagged sharply, the intense buzz within his nose returning full force.

God, his nose tickled SO damn badly…

As his thick eyelashes began to flutter ever so slightly, he quickly clamped one large hand over his nostrils to squeeze them shut with a loud squelch , although his breath still hitched helplessly while his jaw hung very slightly slacked.

“Hiihhh.. it’s.. f-fuck.. hhheh—hold on..” Remi’s eyes began to water from the effort it took to fight off such an intense tickle that was burning white hot within his quivering nostrils, although still trying his best to do what Levi had asked of him.

Levi’s gaze flashed back and forth between Remi, and the road, even attempting a quick snatch of his phone from Remi’s otherwise occupied hands, but he was unsuccessful. “Rem!” The cat grumbled loudly.

“Th—huhhh.. The n-nehhhh..” the wolf gasped, raising one finger to point out of his window at a passing sign, and Levi thankfully was able to catch a glimpse of it before it flew by their vehicle.

“I turn off on Pacific Road!?” The leopard raised his voice a little in a panic as the exit sign got closer and closer.

The wolf couldn’t do anything other than nod exuberantly, afraid of the repercussions that would come from removing the hand he had pinching his nostrils closed, but as Levi whipped Maybelle around the corner to be able to make the exit, Remi’s hand slipped from its position in order to brace himself on the door of the bus.

As soon as the fresh air flooded into his reddened, sensitive nose, he gasped an enormous breath of air into his lungs, trying to mentally prepare himself for the hammer to the temples.

“hih’AESSSHH’ue!! HA’AETTCCCHH’uh! Hihhh— hiiih’AETTCHH’uh!! Hhah’AETTTSHH’uh!” Remi sneezed so loudly that the bus windows shook, his poor nose desperate for a release, one way or another and eardrums be damned.

The smaller man let out a startled squeal as the whole right side of his body was sprayed by the canine’s mess, flashing a look over at the disheveled wolf riding passenger who was still frozen in place. Both hands were in front of his face, and his long body was doubled up on itself, hugging his own knees with his feet planted on the floor. Remi dared not move, dared not even breathe lest his nose might have something else to say about it. He stayed frozen for so long, that when the leopard finally pulled into the parking lot at the local grocery store a minute later and carefully brought the bus to a stop in one of the parking spots, the wolf still hadn’t even picked his head up.

“Rem? You okay? Those were some pretty big ones..” the leopard’s eyes were filled with concern for his mate as he stretched out one thin freckled hand to rub his mate’s shoulder gently.

Remi opened his mouth to reply, but the scratchiness of his voice overwhelmed his already sore throat, plunging the weakened man into yet another thick, chesty coughing fit that made him tremble slightly from the force. ‘Nnnngh…” the wolf whimpered after a few seconds, followed by a loud snort that still did almost nothing for the congestion packed into his raw sinuses. “Okay.. I gave you directiodns, and dow we’re here… I’b goigg back to bed dow..” he nearly whispered, his head completely reeling and every inch of his body pouring sweat.

The leopard’s face was taken over by an empathetic, caring expression as he eyed his sickly mate, nodding his head in agreement. “Of course baby, thank you so much for your help. Go ahead and go get comfy in bed, and I’ll rent us a couple Redbox movies, and get us some lunch, okay? If you want, I can even rub some of that vaporub on your chest if you think it helped last time?” Levi leaned down to kiss Remi’s very damp forehead, and the wolf sighed happily this time, his gaze slowly raising to meet the icy blue pools of his mate’s.

“I definitely won’t argue with you.. that all sounds so nice..” the large man’s voice was breathy and exhausted, followed by a few loose coughs that didn’t make it out with the others, and a forceful, deep snuffle as he ever so slowly rose to a standing position. As the canine trudged weakly back to bed, he turned just in time to catch Levi as he was pocketing his wallet right before heading out the door.

“Don’t take too long, okay?” Remi called out hoarsely in an uncharacteristically needy tone that made the leopard’s heart almost explode out of his chest with pure love and admiration for the big wolf.

With a thoughtful smile, Levi nodded as he quietly pulled open the door of the bus, the crisp early afternoon air caressing his face as he stepped out. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Acushla…”

The End…

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Hope you enjoyed my snz-y, needy boy as much as I enjoyed writing him 🥺