#overly ironed waffle

[overly-ironed-waffle]

Hey friends. It’s been a while since I’ve updated with anything.

I’m sewing again and making cloaks.

I am taking pre-orders for hooded winter cloaks. The outside will be a very supersoft white velvet with a lined inside that is red, optional to have some faux fur lining the edges.

You have the option for two different sizes (examples in second photo): 2/3 cloak (reaches legs but not floor) for $140 or a full cloak (reaches floor) for $175 (plus $15 shipping for both). These are high quality.

In order to reserve this, you can either pay in full or we can set up a personalized payment plan that starts with a $50 nonrefundable deposit and then I will ship it out to you once you’ve finished paying it off.

I’m super excited about these. Please order them lmao

Message me if you’re interested and want more information and we can discuss your measurements (for full cloak), whether you want rounded or pointed hood, other details, and payment. 🫶🏻

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[jtl-fics]

Smithy

12/4/24 - WIP Wednesday (OPEN) | Fluent Freshman (Chapter 59)

Smith looks at Allison and sees her smiling at him as she works the overly complicated coffee machine, her desire for coffee far stronger than any minor burn she had gotten a few minutes before.

Smith goes over to the pantry and finds the makings for waffles and even a waffle iron. He holds it up and looks at Allison. “Andrew bought it last year, saying he wouldn’t spend time in a house that wasn’t equipped with the basics.”

“Weird.” Smith tries, looking to Allison to see if he had gotten his cue right.

“I guess it is,” Allison agrees, her smile growing larger. “Why do you like cooking?”

[furinana]

Specialty foods in each SMTIV&A district

---Ueno's croquette---

Breaded deep-fried patty with that great crunchiness.

There are several croquette shops in irl Ueno that start with "Niku no" (lit. meat [something]) so it might not be a specific chain here.

---Ginza's cream puff---

Light puff pastry with lots of smooth and creamy filling.

Typically eaten cold.

---Shinjuku's yulmucha (율무차 in Korean)---

Sweet tea made from grains of adlay. Commonly mixed with nuts such as walnut and served hot.

Apparently adlay improves the function of the stomach and liver, promotes diuresis, and good for a healthier skin. There is also a story that monks in Buddhism and other places have used adlay seeds with rosary beads since ancient times, or that it came from the practice of frequently drinking adlay tea. [source]

---Shibuya's waffle---

The iconic dish made of batter cooked between two iron plates.

No Harajuku treatment means no expectations of overly diabetic toppings. Teenagers in a post-apocalyptic Tokyo can only dream of having such sweet luxury. Maybe in Club Milton?

---Ikebukuro's... drink---

What the fuck does original mean. Are you giving me your piss to drink. Whatever comes from a place full of poison swamps can't be good. I'm outta here

---Kinshicho's ningyoyaki---

Small spongecake with sweet filling (usually red bean paste or custard). It varies in diverse shapes.

Ningyo (人形) is the Japanese word for doll and Yaki (焼) is for bake or grill, so its literal meaning is baked doll.

Extra:

When you complete sidequests that involve hunting for certain demons you get rewarded with a cheaper meal made of the ingredients you delivered.

Kinshicho provides you inarizushi (pouch of fried tofu with sushi rice) for Mamedanuki's skin. yes the pouch is the skin of his testicles

Ginza provides you a burger for Nue's meat (from the game's description, the taste varies according to which part you use). Yummy!

[enby-denby]

Food options usually include, but may not be limited to:

Soggy scrambled eggs

Brown-grey sausages or extra floppy bacon (rarely both)

Seasoned chunks of potato

Individual cartons of three of the most disgusting cereals known to man... and Froot Loops.

Single-serving cartons of milk for the aforementioned cereals.

A juice dispenser that spits out apple, orange, and a random third fruit juice (or water)

An overstocked coffee station with tea sachets, sugar packets, creamer shots, honey sticks and stirring sticks that require two to work half as effectively as a spoon

Sweet pastries, usually muffins but croissants and danishes sometimes make their way in.

Plain bagels and plainer cream cheese

An overly complicated waffle iron that you feed raw batter from a batter-trough and spin it around 180°, for a massive belgian-style waffle. This is surely accompanied with syrup and butter packets, but nicer places also provide berries and cream.

Fruit bowl (apple, orange, sometimes banana).

Little cups of plain and flavored yogurt (granola optional)

I love hotel breakfasts. You have shambling zombies who've managed to scrape together half a braincell, the morning people who've already done their yoga, and the most elegantly put together women you've ever seen, all staring with the same vague confusion at the unholy selection of food on offer.

[productdisplay]

Unleashing Culinary Creativity: Exploring the Versatility of Modern Sandwich Machines and Cookware Sets

The Perfect Pantry Powerhouse: Sandwich Makers and Cookware Sets

The kitchen is the center of the house, but cooking may be intimidating at times. Presenting the power couple, the cookware set, and the sandwich maker, two unsung heroes prepared to streamline your culinary endeavors.

The Humble Sandwich Maker: A Speedy Savior

The sandwich machine is a breakfast and lunch champion for busy mornings or quick lunches. With this countertop device, making flawlessly toasted and stuffed sandwiches is no longer an unknown. The days of overly thick fillings and poorly baked bread are long gone. The sandwich maker's adaptability is what makes it so beautiful. These appliances can handle a wide range of ingredients, from traditional grilled cheese to veggie-packed paninis. To further up your sandwich game, some even have features like waffle plates or deep pockets for richer fillings.

Choosing Your Perfect Press

When selecting a sandwich maker, consider these factors:

Size: Do you need a compact option for single servings, or a larger model for family meals?

Features: Do you crave crispy waffles or customizable heat settings?

Cleaning: Look for non-stick surfaces for easy maintenance.

Cookware Sets: The Foundation of Flavorful Feasts

A good cookware set is an investment that will last for years. It provides the essential tools for tackling a wide range of recipes, from searing steaks to simmering stews.

Building Your Cookware Arsenal

When building your cookware set, consider these key pieces:

Frying Pan: This workhorse is perfect for everything from omelets to stir-fries.

Saucepan: Ideal for soups, sauces, and boiling pasta.

Stock Pot: Great for making large batches of soups or stews.

Dutch Oven: This versatile pot can braise, bake, and even slow cook.

Material Matters

Cookware comes in various materials, each with its pros and cons:

Stainless Steel: Durable, easy to clean, and works on all stovetops.

Nonstick: Ideal for delicate foods and easy cleanup, but requires special care.

Cast Iron: Excellent heat retention and versatility, but heavy and requires seasoning.

The Perfect Pairing: Convenience Meets Culinary Creativity

The beauty of the sandwich maker and cookware set lies in their complementary nature.

The sandwich maker takes care of quick, delicious meals, while the cookware set allows you to explore a wider range of culinary creations.

Leftovers from your cookware set can be transformed into delightful sandwich fillings.

Both appliances are relatively affordable and easy to store, making them ideal for busy kitchens of all sizes.

Investing in these two kitchen essentials can streamline your cooking routine and empower you to create satisfying meals, no matter your skill level. So, ditch the takeout menus and embrace the power of the humble sandwich maker and the versatile cookware set. Your taste buds will thank you!

[that-one-enby-possum]

If you were a pastry which one do you think you’d be?

Overly specific answer time:

The muffins I make using my waffle iron.

Not quite how muffins are intended to be made, unconventional, and fuckin amazing.

[tamariasykes-art]

Favourite sweets/ desserts Headcanons for the (demi)gods!

Does an idea ever hit you in the face like a brick? Because that’s what inspired me to write this headcanon list. Kept it a bit shorter than usual, because I would also love to hear other peoples ideas/ thoughts on this.

Marika: A part of me of thinks she would eat whole sugar cubes, just because. The other part of me is convinced that she does not actually eat food unless in the company of family.

Godfrey: With the harsh conditions in the badlands,  I don’t think sweets are of a particular concern for Godfrey and his warriors when all they aim to do is to survive. I don’t think outside of dried fruits he ever ate something that could be considered sweet. When he was still Elden Lord, he liked to eat applie pie because it wasn’t overly sweet and still a bit savory.

Godwyn: The wealth of his heritage allows him to enjoy all kinds of delicacies. Whatever he is served will usually have some extravagance to it. Picture a chocolate cake with flakes of leaf gold sprinkled on top of it. Godwyn himself doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth however.

Morgott: Claims that overly sweet food makes his teeth food and in general shies away from eating any of it. He mostly sticks to cake and other pastries, with his favorite being apple Pie and also Baumkuchen (Because that literally translates to treecake and it is very funny to me)

Mogh: Dark chocolate in combination with any type of fruits is his go too. He loves chocolate bars with nuts and grapes inside. I can also definitely see him as the type to enjoy very expensive pralines.

Godrick: I imagine that in addition to all the other health issues going on, Godrick probably has inherited all of his ancestors allergies and dental problems. So, he has bad teeth and has to watch what he eats. In addition to that is sugar very expensive and he hasn’t really been blessed with a fortune from his family. He eats dried fruits, which can be hard to chew tough and uses honey to sweeten food.

Miquella: Ice cream and marshmallows. Even better if both are combined. He would probably snack the latter as often as possible, but Loretta ended up moving the glass to the upper shelves where he can not reach it. He also likes various fruits, most of which are grown on the land of the Haligtree.

Malenia: Miquella always shares his ice cream with her, but she has a tendency to get brain freeze from it. She also has some bad memories of rotten fruit, so she tends to avoid baked goods or other desserts containing it. Nuts however are a different matter, with her favorite being hazelnut. And a slice of hazelnut cake will definitely cheer her up.

Radagon: Probably the one who makes all the desserts. Unlike Marika he actually eats sweets, but doesn’t have a particular favorite. However, he definitely makes cookies for the kids only to eat the majority of them himself.

Rennala: Croissants. She enjoys a hearty breakfast with her family before a long day and croissants are always a must. She eats them either with fruit or different types of jam. (And yes, she is aware how ironic the resemblance between her favorite dessert and her crown is.)

Ranni: Blueberry tart. I definitely can see her as the type of person to sit down and enjoy a slice of tart and some tea or perhaps have a picnic with Blaidd, Iji and her Tarnished.

Radahn: Pancakes or waffles, topped of with syrup and fruits. He is just like his mother in that he believes and extensive breakfast is the perfect start in the day. Leonard on the other hand gets to eat an apple as a treat.

Rykard: Candied fruits all the way! He is especially fond of candied raisin and plums. He also loves sour cherries and will eat them raw before anyone has a chance to use them as ingredients. He likes to try new, unique flavors and doesn’t shy away from adding some questionable ingredients to his meals.

[gnome-adjacent-vagabond]

Nostalgic humanoid axolotl with an overly vigorous appreciation for waffle irons or a clown who was a little too committed to the bit? You decide!

Each of us has a tale to tale...... 😍💯

[absolutelyfizzing]

little dove

loki x reader

description - Loki acted so caring around you, more so than anyone else in his life. He loved to take care of you, especially when you had a long day, and he got teased by some of the team for it.

warnings - fem reader, cute loki and pet names, implications of gender fluid loki?, reader gets picked up, slight implications of a nsfw theme the night before

word count - 1900

A/N - this is a pretty plotless blurb but i just love this man, i have been obsessed with the new series and just wanted to write anything about him. i will inevitably be writing for him more so please end me now. there are no spoilers for the new series and it takes place in an AU after new york but pretty much otherwise out of timeline. all the avengers live at the compound together, endgame didnt happen and no i wont talk about it.

MASTERLIST

Loki was not someone who was overly friendly. To most of the people in the compound, he was courteous at best. That rule, however, was bent occasionally. The only exceptions were you and his brother (some of the time). He had been smitten with you the moment he saw you though he would never admit it. You were bubbly and light and the exact opposite of him. You were so friendly and kind that it almost made him want to be the same.

You were kind to him, which he was shocked by. Most of the people in the compound tolerated him but they were never caught being too nice. You, on the other hand, were friendly to him the day you met him.

You weren't an Avenger, you weren't really even a fighter. You were a genius in the medical field as well as the unofficial caretaker of everyone on the team. You made sure that they all ate, they didn't overwork themselves, that they were getting enough sleep every night because they were your closest friends. Everyone listened to you. You had this power over them all that they just wanted to make sure you were happy and that meant they wanted to do what you asked of them. They tried their best to take care of you as well.

When you met Loki and were very nice to him, he expected some ulterior motive. He assumed that there was something you wanted or that you would gain his trust and then humiliate him later. So he kept his guard up. This was proved wrong over the months to come. He noticed that you were that kind to everyone and you were just happy to be around other people. He let you in over time.

You became the only person who he opened up to, even more than his brother. You would keep him company even when he lashed out at others and when he was filled with guilt. You forgave him for his past without question and opened up to him as well. It took probably 3 months for Loki to realize that he was in love with you.

He couldn't believe himself. In love with a midgardian? What was he thinking?

But it was undeniable and uncontrollable. He just couldn't help himself. You would read to him and watch movies with him. You would braid his hair when he was stressed and would teach him how to cook when he asked. You were just everything to him. It took him a long time to confess. He was terrified that you would reject him. You could have had anyone you wanted, why would you choose him?

When he did confess, you were thrilled and he couldn't believe it. You kissed him and he thought he could die happy right then and there. He had never felt this much love for anyone besides his mother.

You continued to break his walls down and he fell deeper in love with you every day. He didn't, however, change his behavior towards others very much. He had grown closer to the team, having regained some trust from them all. He was no longer aggressive and he tried very hard not to lash out. Most of that was out of his own desire to be trusted. He realized that he was going to have to make his life work to remain with you and he slowly learned that most of the people in the compound weren't actually as awful as he might have originally guessed. That didn't mean that his personality changed toward them though. He was still slightly cold and short. He wouldn't smile too much and he was what some might call grumpy most of the time.

That only changed around you and everyone noticed. Loki got teased for it constantly and he couldn't care less. He just wanted to make you happy and he had no regard for what anyone thought of your relationship.

He was waiting patiently in the common area of the compound on the couch. Steve and Rhodey were sat on the couch watching something that Loki didn't recognize or care for, it was some kind of reality TV. When he heard the elevator door open he looked toward the door and you were walking towards him. A grin spread over his face and his posture relaxed. He could hear the men on the couch scoff at his sudden change in demeanor. When you got close to him he picked you up and pulled you to straddle his hips on his lap and immediately began kissing all over you. You buried your face in his chest and he kissed your hair.

"How are you, my love?" He mumbled sweetly and you hummed. "Long day?" he questioned and you nodded in affirmation. "Lets go get you some food then, yes?" He asked lightly and you hummed happily. He picked you up and you clung to him, arms and legs wrapping around him. He carried you with ease toward the kitchen. It shocked you sometimes how much he could lift and how easily he lifted you but you had to remind yourself that he was indeed a god.

"How come you never treat us that way?" Rhodey called from the couch and Loki grumbled a bit.

"Oh I'm sorry did you want me to pick you up and make you some tea?" He asked sarcastically and you giggled from where your face was pressed into his chest. He smiled at the fact that he had gotten you to laugh and he set you on the countertop. He tried to pull away to make you some food but you did not let him leave you, still holding on to the front of the shirt that he was wearing. "Do you want to talk about your day?" He asked sweetly, kissing your forehead lightly. You gazed up at him lovingly and his heart skipped a beat.

"I'm just tired. People are annoying and I didn't exactly sleep much last night." You winked at the last part. He smirked at your comment.

"I'm sorry, my love. I was under the impression that you enjoyed what we did last night but I would be happy to give you plenty of time to sleep tonight if that's what you would prefer." he teased and you punched him lightly in the chest.

"Okay fine you're right, I like getting kept up." You confessed. You paused for a moment and his eyes remained on you as he waited patiently for you to continue. "I was mistaken for an intern again today. You would think that after over a year of working here that people would recognize my name and my work but today there were some new investors walking through the facility. When they came to look at my work they started to talk to one of my coworkers and then turned to me to ask me to get them a coffee order while they waited for the doctor to arrive." You grumbled, your mood now sour at the memory. Loki frowned and he felt his anger begin to take shape inside of him. His eyes flashed green for a moment.

"Would you like me to go and teach them a lesson? Perhaps just to mildly terrify them?" he asked, fully serious. That cheered you up plenty and you chuckled. Loki knew that you were laughing because of the absurdity of his statement and the fact that he was dead serious but he was just happy to see you smile again. "I will never understand the midgardian obsession with gender roles. Though I suppose my own identity is more fluid than most asgardians as well." He confessed and you brought your hand to rest on the side of his face. He leaned his head into your hand as he beamed at you. You loved when he compared his home to yours. It reminded you just how powerful he was and that he still chose to spend his days with you. There was suddenly a flash of green before he held his hand out to you, now holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. When you gasped and moved to grab them he slipped from your grasp to move towards the refrigerator.

"Hey that's not fair, you tricked me." You pouted at him, now grumbling that you couldn't hold him anymore.

"Little dove, I cannot make you food when you hold onto me. When I am finished cooking then you can stay with me for as long as you would like." He promised and you nodded solemnly. He quickly pressed another kiss to your cheek before moving around the kitchen to prepare you waffles as he often did when you were having a long day. You observed the beautiful flowers in your hand and watched him as he moved around the kitchen, a million times more comfortable than he had been when he first moved into the compound. You talked contentedly with the people passing by as well as the man who was diligently trying to improve your mood. Occasionally one of the other team members would walk by and laugh a bit at how caring he was acting toward you, all of them just happy you were content though. Eventually Thor stopped by while Loki put some batter into the waffle iron and sliced some fruit.

"You know, this is the happiest I have ever seen him." He stated simply, a smile in is voice.

"It's the happiest I've been too." You responded with a small grin.

"The last time I saw him open up to someone the way that he opens up to you was on Asgard with our mother. She would be happy to see him being so vulnerable again." He patted your back and walked away as tears started to come to your eyes. The brothers would talk of their mother sometimes and Loki often mention the fact that he believed she would have loved you, if not for your own personality then for what you did for her son. You wished that you could meet her.

You were suddenly taken out of your thoughts by someone handing you a plate of waffles and sliced up fruit with a little container of syrup on the side. You looked up at Loki and nearly cried right there. You put the plate aside for a moment to reach out and pull him into a crushing hug. He was a bit startled but responded quickly, a hand going to the back of your head and his fingers brushing through your hair soothingly.

"Did something happen, my love?" He asked softly and you sniffled a bit.

"Just love you and I'm very thankful for everything you do for me." You got out and he affirmed to himself that he would die for you in an instant.

"I love you too, darling, but I slaved away at those waffles and now they are getting cold." He teased and he kissed your hair gently. You took a deep breath before pulling away, looking up at him with love. You smiled and then hopped off of the counter. He walked with you over to the dining table where he sat next to you and serenely waited as you ate, the food lifting your spirits a bit and easing your anxiety of the day. You planned on spending the rest of it with the man next to you as well as every day after that.

[overly-ironed-waffle]

I want to change my name. But I’m struggling on making a decision. So far the top contenders are Jasper, Opal, and Aster.

Aster is part of my pen name tho, so idk if I wanna pick that.

[prettytoxix]

Part Two: The Date ❣️

Steve Harrington x Reader

Part one

A/N: this is the second part of a little Steve fic, I thought it would be cute to make a story line out of it. I hope you guys like it :)

Summary: after Steve asked y/n out earlier that day, the two of them go to the movie theater and get some ice cream.

Word count: 1089

I’m sitting in my room reading my favorite book when a knock slams on the front door. I had already gotten ready for our date tonight. I put on my best, but still casual dress, with a nice leather jacket. I put my hair up into a nice ponytail and did simple makeup to complete the look. I wasn’t straying very far from my usual appearance. I was just more…put together.

“y/n! Someone is here for you!” my mom calls out from downstairs. I hear her tell him to have a seat on the couch and I can hear my dad mumbling under his breath. When I approach, my dad gestures to have me sit on the couch next to Steve.

When I sit down, Steve and I’s legs are just touching and my dad motions for me to move further from him so I scoot to the left a little.

“I want her back home as soon as the movie ends. She will be home no later than 10. Understood?”

Steve looks at me and back at my dad. “Yes sir, understood.” We both try to stand up but my dad puts his hand on Steve’s shoulder making him sit back down.

“I mean it.”

“oh my god dad, you’re embarrassing me.” I pull Steve out the front door and shut it quickly behind me.

He leads me to his car and opens the passenger door for me.

“Your chariot awaits.”

“Thank you” I giggle

“of course” Steve looks up and waves to my dad, who is still watching from the window, before getting into the car himself.

“I’m sorry about my dad. He can be overly protective.”

“I can see why, I mean here you are. This beautiful girl, young, and intelligent. He has to be protective.”

“Yeah… hey, the movie doesn’t start until 7:30… is there anything you want to do? Grab a quick bite to eat maybe?”

“Yeah, do you want to get ice cream before the movie starts?” Steve asks, paying extra attention to the road to drive as safely as he possibly can. Steve has been known to be a bit of a reckless driver but I didn’t mind. It’s never been anything too dangerous, only like he doesn’t pay 100% attention to the road kind of reckless. Not going 40 over the speed limit is kind of reckless.

“I would love to get ice cream. Isn’t there a place in the mall?

“There sure is.” He laughs ironically.

We get to the mall by 7:10 and we head for Scoops Ahoy instantly. Steve takes my hand almost by instinct. It feels so natural. His hand in mine. While we’re standing in line he asks me what flavor I’d like and then orders for me when we get to the front. I get a scoop of strawberry on a waffle cone and he gets chocolate. I never perceived him as a chocolate guy. He seems more like he’d be into mint chocolate chip or butterscotch.

We walk around the mall and eventually sit down by the fountain to finish our cones.

“so tell me,” I begin. “what’s it like being *Steve Harrington*?” I joke.

“Oh you know, women here, women there. Just women…everywhere I go.” He responds. “Oh and don’t even get me started on my love for renting out movies to people every day! I have no passion greater than movies.” He jokes back. “How about you? What’s it like being *y/n y/l/n?”*

“Oh, man just-uh- people falling at my feet every time I enter a room… I have this great passion for selling books to students who pretend to read.” I try to joke however it just comes out wrong. I try to change the subject but failed at being subtle. “So uh, what’s your deal with Robin? She seems nice.”

“Is y/n y/l/n jealous?” he laughs smugly.

“No, no of course not. I just- I’m curious what her deal is.”

“Right. Well, she’s just a friend. She’s great but she’s not exactly… my type.” He stops before he reveals too much information.

“I see. We better head towards buying our tickets. It’s already 7:25.”

Steve and I head to the movie theater inside the mall and buy our tickets for Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. When we get into the theater and find our seats, Steve puts his arm around me and I rest my head on his shoulder.

After the movie is finished we walk hand in hand to his car. Neither of us can stop laughing. Every time I think I can’t laugh anymore, one of us adds on to the joke and makes the other laugh even harder.

When we get into the car we just sit there for a moment. The clock says 9:30, my house is only 15 minutes away which means we don't have to leave until 9:45. We just sit there in the parking lot talking.

He tells me stories of the kids he hangs out with. Mainly Dustin. He tells me some absurd story about Dustin that is just so funny, chaotic, and almost unbelievable.

“He didn’t! No way!”

“No, he did! I swear! That little twerp.”

“Wow, I had a really great night tonight, Steve. Thank you.”

“I had a really great time too, y/n. Do you maybe want to go out again next week?”

“I would love to.” you blush in your seat as Steve begins to pull out of the mall parking lot.

I’m at my house in no time and Steve decides to be a real gentleman. He walks to the passenger side of the car and opens my door for me and proceeds to walk me to my front door.

The two of us are standing on the front porch when our faces are moving closer and closer almost like a magnetic field pulling two forces. Just when our lips meet, my front door opens to my father standing there.

“Ahem.”

Steve pulls away extremely embarrassed to be caught by his date's dad.

my dad pulls me inside as I wave goodbye to Steve. “See you next week!” I call out before my dad shuts the door. The last thing I can hear is the sound of Steve laughing about the whole situation.

[emwritesfootball]

Food | Sander Berge

Hi em! Have a cute sander request (cos apparently this man is living rent free in my head at the moment 😂) how about you take him to your hometown (the south of the uk) and get him to try some typical British foods, and then when he takes you back to Norway he gives you some typical Norwegian food (and takes the piss as you try it) 🥺 xx

Word Count: 702

Warnings: this is literally just all about food, with probably a little innuendo thrown in here and there so if that’s not your thing, I get it xx

A/N: Shoutout to my lovely anon for coming back and giving me some UK things - and as always to @donnyvandered for always volunteering to share her culture with me xx [once again here to reiterate the fact that I’m American af so apologies in advance]

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With Sander out injured for so long, the two of you had come up with a list of things you wanted to do when he was better. At the top of the list was visiting each other’s home cities and trying all the different foods. There were a few things you could check off while living in Sheffield, fish and chips being the main one, but you still took your time scoping out the best places. You had a list of places back home for all the ones you wanted Sander to try, but for now you settled on doing what you could.

“I’ve already had fish and chips!” Sander tried to protest, but your answer was the same every time.

“I know, but you haven’t had them with me.” Usually coupled with a wink and flirty smile, Sander couldn’t say no.

Once he was fully recovered, the two of you drove south to your hometown. After Sander met your parents, you dragged him around the city, eager to give him the culinary tour.

“What is it again?” Sander asked, looking from you to the dish in front of him.

“Toad in the hole,” you replied, reaching across and grabbing a forkful of the meaty dish. “I’ll tell you what’s in it after you’ve had a bite or two.”

Sander’s eyes widened on the first bite and you weren’t sure if it was a good or a bad thing. He snatched the fork out of your hand before you could feed him a second bite, and all you could do was watch as he devoured it. “That was amazing,” he said, grinning widely at you when he was done.

“I hope you left room for some other things,” you replied, paying the cheque and getting up. “We’ve still got Spotted Dick and Eton Mess on the list for today.”

The face he made on his first bite of Spotted Dick had you dissolving into giggles. “That’s how I feel every time I eat it, too!” You said, taking your own bite for good measure. “Yeah, still just as gross as I remember.”

You could tell right away that the Eton Mess was his favourite, the way his eyes lit up when the strawberries, meringue and whipped cream were set down in front of him. The little groans of pleasure he made in between each bite left you more turned on than you would’ve liked, but you got to tease him by wiping the residual whipped cream off his mouth with your thumb.

***

Sander brought you back home with him during the break for the Euros, and you were just as excited to try all the food he’d been raving about for the last few months since your visit to southern England.

He brought out the waffle iron the first morning, making you Vafler. The heart-shaped waffles looked so delicious, you couldn’t wait to try them with the slices of Brunost he’d set next to them. You half-listened as Sander explained that Brunost was caramelized goat cheese, the unexpectedly sweet flavours exploding in your mouth with the first bite.

You weren’t expecting to like the pickled herring, but you surprised yourself - and Sander - when you asked for seconds of the Norwegian delicacy.

Gravlaks was the one thing Sander was overly-excited for you to try. Like what you’d done with the Toad in the Hole, Sander kept the ingredients a secret, setting the appetizer in front of you. “Interesting,” you murmured, picking up a slice of what you assumed was salmon, and popping it into your mouth. Within seconds, your eyes were watering and you were gagging on the taste, choking down the food. “Oh my god! What was that?!” You asked, downing the full glass of water Sander set in front of you.

“Fermented salmon,” he replied casually, his cheeks ruddy and tinged pink from laughing at your reaction. “I dug it up from the ground this morning.”

“You..what?!” You stared at your boyfriend as he dissolved into giggles.

"I'm kidding!" He says in-between giggles. "Got it from the store today - nobody does that anymore. It’s okay, though - it’s very hit or miss. Guess it’s a miss for you.” He leaned over, giving you a kiss. “I’m sure I’ll find other things for you to try that you’ll love.”

[overly-ironed-waffle]

By the way did you know I do art stuff sometimes? I created a tumble specific for my art now. You can follow if you want. I’m working on a line of pride animals, starting off with my boy Strawberry Cheesecake who is a cute little transmasc cow. I love him so much, I wanna carry him with me everywhere, so I might turn him into a pin or sticker but we will see.

Anyways, yeah. @caolanhopkins is my art tumblr, give it a follow if you like art stuff. It’s basically empty since I just started it, but it’ll hopefully fill up quickly enough.

// Strawberry Cheesecake by Caolán Hopkins // IG: @caolan.hopkins / TikTok: @caolanhopkins / Fbook: @CMRHArt / Patreon: @CaolanHopkins Please keep credits attached to photo

Strawberry Cheesecake is the first in the line of pride animals I'm drawing. He's a transmasc cow and I love him. Follow me for more to come!

[hale-13]

Trapezius

By Hale13

For the Summer of Whump Day 27 Prompt 27 - Injured

Peter gazed out over the harbor forlornly, twisting his mask into knots in his lap. Normally he would really enjoy the view – the sun was setting in a clear sky turning the normally disgusting water a soft orange and painting the area with a soft warmth. The peaceful view was marred by the emergency vehicles, Coastguard boats and police and news helicopters which made Peter’s gut clench with anxiety. He just… he tried so hard.

Words: 2123, Chapters: 1/1 (Complete), Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Gen

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, May Parker, Helen Cho

TW: Injury, Poor Emotional intelligence

Read on AO3 or below the line break.

Peter gazed out over the harbor forlornly, twisting his mask into knots in his lap. Normally he would really enjoy the view – the sun was setting in a clear sky turning the normally disgusting water a soft orange and painting the area with a soft warmth. The peaceful view was marred by the emergency vehicles, Coastguard boats and police and news helicopters which made Peter’s gut clench with anxiety. He just… he tried so hard.

The sound of repulsers approaching made Peter tense and he mentally put his walls back up. He couldn’t afford to let Mr. Stark see him as a kid right now. They were colleges when he was Spider-Man, peers. He took a deep breath and held it for a moment before letting it puff out through his clenched teeth.

“Previously on Peter screws the pooch I tell you to stay away from this instead you hack a multi-million dollar suit so you can sneak around behind my back doing the one thing I told you not to do,” Mr. Stark’s sarcastic voice said and Peter held back a flinch, keeping his expression blank as he cautiously looked back over his shoulder. His back was killing him and felt hot and swollen from his Hercules hold of the ferry earlier – he had definitely felt something tear – but he couldn’t afford the weakness right now.

“Is everyone okay?” He asked instead, keeping his voice monotone and trying not to tense his back.

“No thanks to you,” the Iron Man voice made Mr. Stark’s snide tone sound slightly metallic but, more than that, it made his blood boil and he whipped around to face the man.

“No thanks to me?” He took no precautions as he lifted his lefts over they side of the concrete tower and jumped down on the other side making his shoulders throb. “Those weapons were out there and I tried to tell you about it and you didn’t listen. None of this would have happened if you had just listened to me!” His voice broke and he could feel blood rushing to his face but he did his best to push down the embarrassment. “If you even cared you’d actually be here.” He threw in boldly.

It took him by surprise, therefore, when the armor opened in from of him and Tony Stark stepped out, a grim look of disappointment on his face that made Peter stumble back a could steps, unable to hide his wince of pain but playing it off as shock instead. “I did listen kid. Who do you think called the FBI huh?”

Peter dropped his gaze, unable to make further eye contact, only interrupting to correct his age and flinching again at Mr. Stark’s yelling. “I’m sorry,” he stammered, but he could tell the platitudes were only making his idol angrier so he said instead, with the most sincerity he could push into his tone “I just… I just wanted to be like you.”

“And I wanted you to be better,” Mr. Stark said back in a weary voice before asking for the suit back. Peter heart sank further but he got it. Mr. Stark was right – he didn’t deserve to be Spider-Man if all he did was hurt other people.

The car ride back to his apartment in Queens was silent and awkward, broken only by Mr. Stark and Happy leaving the car and throwing his a pair of hideous Hello Kitty pajama pants and an oversized New York tourist shirt. It took more effort than he would care to admit to slip the suit off of his painful muscles and lift his arms up high enough to pull the shirt on but he managed it.

Happy slipped back into the driver’s seat a moment later and raised the partition but Mr. Stark didn’t return as they pulled away from the curb and Peter’s heart sank further when he realized the man had probably taken the armor back to the Tower because he couldn’t bear to be in the car with Peter another minute. His eyes were burning but he refused to cry here – he’d already proven to be a problem and he wasn’t going to cry about his well deserved punishment.

The car stopped in front of his apartment and the locks on the doors popped but Happy didn’t roll down to partition to talk to him or offer any direction so, without a backward glance as his poorly folded suit, Peter slunk out of the car and upstairs.

May was not happy with him for skipping school and not answering his phone and, with the pain of his torn muscles ratcheting up and the emotional trauma of the day weighing down on him he collapsed onto the couch and tearfully confessed to his aunt that he had lost his internship, wanting to bring his arms up to return her tender hug but physically unable to do so. His only relief was that she directed him to take a shower pretty immediately because he smelled like garbage,.

And, yeah, he probably did.

The piss poor water pressure of their dingy shower was actually a blessing today but Peter could still barely stand with his back facing the hottest water possible hoping that the heat would relieve some of his pain but he was still just as painful when he forwent his sleep shirt a few minutes later.

He healed fast. This was fine – it would all be resolved in a few days.

———————————————

“Fuck,” Peter muttered, keeping his right arm tucked close to his stomach as he wrestled with the leukotape he had bought at the pharmacy. It kept sticking to itself and the wall and his hair and basically everywhere but where he was trying to stick it and Peter groaned, balling the piece up and throwing it away.

It had been a few months since dealing with the Vulture. A few months since turning down Mr. Stark’s offer to be an Avenger but accepting his offer to become his personal intern and Peter couldn’t be happier.

Well. Except for his shoulder that is.

His left arm had healed fully after straining his muscles holding the ferry together but his right had just gotten worse and worse and it was interfering with his ability to not only be Spider-Man but also to just perform everyday tasks. He hadn’t been able to lift much with that side or even put on a shirt normally in weeks and it was starting to grate on his nerves. After spending hours watching videos on YouTube Peter decided to try some strengthening exercises and taping.

Neither was working very well.

“Fuck,” he said again, with feeling, as he bent forward at the waist to rest his head on the cool counter top of his bathroom. He was supposed to get picked up by Happy in a few minutes to go and spend the weekend at the Tower with Tony to work on his suit and there was no way he could hide this anymore. He couldn’t even lift his arm up to chest level. His phone vibrated on the counter top and he moaned, answering it without looking at the caller ID. “Hey Happy.”

“Nope, guess again,” his mentor’s voice said and Peter jerked up, letting out a strangled grunt as he jostled his shoulder. “You okay kid?”

“Why are you calling me?” Peter said instead, deflecting.

“I’m picking you up,” Tony said. “Now are you okay?”

Peter waffled for a minute but one look at his duffle bag made him ache and he let out a sigh. “Not… really I guess.”

“What’s wrong?” His mentor’s voice was sharp and he could hear the sound of his seatbelt smacking the window of his car and the door opening and closing as Tony got out of the car.

“It’s not a big deal,” Peter said, going to the front door and unlocking and opening it just as Tony left the elevator, they made eye contact and hung up their phones.

“Well you look to be in one piece and there’s no blood everywhere,” Tony said as he joined Peter in the living room of his apartment and looked him over. “So what’s going on kiddo?”

Peter nibbled on his bottom lip and gripped his right hand into his shirt tightly for just a second before releasing it. “Remember the ferry?”

Mr. Stark was silent and attentive as he listened to Peter ramble and sighed deeply at the end of his story, reaching one hand up to massage his eyes. “You really don’t half-ass anything do you?”

“Do you actually want me to answer that?” Peter asked confused and his mentor rolled his eyes, grabbing Peter’s bag from where it was resting in the hallway.

“Come on then, you have a date with Dr. Cho and the MedBay.” Peter whined but didn’t overly protest when he was directed out of the apartment and down to where Mr. Stark had illegally parked in the fire lane in front of his building.

It was just some muscle straining right? A week or two of meds and resting it and everything would be okay.

“Well its not a strain,” Dr. Cho told him just over an hour later looking at the images of his radiographs and MRI on a holotable. “You’ve torn your rotator cuff and continually re-injured it to the point that its basically just a mass of scar tissue.”

“Oh…” Peter said, a little dazed from the small dose of painkillers he had been given so that they would be able to manipulate his arm for the images. “What does that mean?”

Helen gave him the same disapproving look she had been giving him since she had taken his history and had learned that he had been putting massive amounts of pressure and g-force on an injury that he had never allowed to fully heal. “It means Peter,” she said firmly shutting down the table, “that you’ll need surgery to repair the tear and clean out all the scar tissue. And you’ll need to give it time to heal and go to physical therapy if you plan to ever use your arm to its fullest extent ever again.”

Peter’s mind went a little blank at that. “Surgery?” He asked, a note of panic creeping into his voice. “But Spider-Man–,”

“Will be taking a break,” Tony told him. “Your health always comes first Peter.” He turned his attention back to Dr. Cho. “Can you tell his aunt all of this later? Also when can we do the surgery.”

“I’ve already got him scheduled for tomorrow morning with a specialist I’m bringing in from NYU,” she said. “And of course! Just let me know when she gets here.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Peter groused from his spot on the exam bed but both adults ignored him and he rolled his eyes. “What if I don’t want surgery?”

“Then you’ll be dealing with chronic pain, pion and needles, weakness and continuous tearing for the rest of your life and you’ll need a shoulder replacement in less than fifteen years at the rate your going,” Dr. Cho said, typing notes into his chart. “So I’ll see you in the morning for the surgery.”

Peter glared at her but, at the twinge in his arm when he adjusted in his seat, he grumbled “fine”.

“It won’t be that bad Underoos,” Tony said later as they sat on the ridiculously large couch in the penthouse living room watching Brooklyn 99 while May spoke with Peter’s medical team. “You get to skip school for the next week while you recover and I bribed Bob Igor to give me the next season of the Mandolorian early for us to binge.”

“But…” Peter gnawed at his lip, hating the taste of blood that filled his mouth as he broke open the tender skin again. “What if this doesn’t fix it?”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Tony said with a smile. “Cho is the forefront in development in regeneration. If anyone can fix you it’ll be her. And May and I will be there the whole time. You have nothing to worry about okay?”

“You’ll be there?” Peter said, fiddling with a loose thread on his shirt and refusing to look up at his mentor.

“Of course I’ll be there!” Tony said warmly with a squeeze to his good shoulder. “You’re my favorite intern.” He teased.

“Thanks Mr. Stark,” Peter said sincerely, reading the unsaid bit and relaxing a little back in the couch. Between his pain meds and his full stomach he could feel his eyelids drooping and he decided to relax more fully into Tony’s side – there was no where he felt safer.

[carewyncromwell]

Carey, for 10?

Carey-Bear! ^.^

1) “Carewyn” was originally an old family name that Lane vaguely recalled from an old family tree tapestry hung up in the dining hall at the Cromwell estate. Ironically enough, Charles Cromwell’s mother Isabelle, who Carewyn got her red hair from, had “Carewyn” as her middle name, though temperament-wise, Carewyn and her great-grandmother aren’t very much alike.

2) As a young girl, Carewyn was bullied by a Muggle boy in her neighborhood named Bobbie Mathis and his friends. Bobbie was a few grades ahead of Carewyn and went to the neighboring middle school, and he delighted in tormenting the small girl because of how overly sensitive and therefore easy to tease she was -- and considering that Carewyn was prone to “acting like a freak” (i.e. magical outbursts) and came from a very poor family, there was plenty of ammunition for him to work with too. Bobbie bullied Carewyn and others largely to vent his frustrations about his own unpleasant home life with his parents: it’s very likely that he would’ve eventually grown out of his bullying of Carewyn on his own, since in his later years, he sought out counseling and became a slightly better person...but after a particularly rough day that resulted in Carewyn’s dress getting ripped and her getting beaten up, Jacob Cromwell permanently put an end to Bobbie’s bullying by punching the younger boy in the nose and threatening him to never come near his sister again.

3) Carewyn wears a size 8 narrow shoe, which makes it very difficult for her to find shoes that fit comfortably on a budget. Interestingly this is also a problem my own grandmother struggled with, when she grew up during the Great Depression -- and like my grandmother, once her financial situation improved as an adult, Carewyn amassed a rather impressive collection of well-fitting and fashionable shoes!

4) Carewyn is a prolific letter-writer, as an adult. The person she writes to most often is her BFF Bill, followed closely by her unofficial twin Charlie, her brother Jacob, and Deputy Headmistress and later actual Headmistress Minerva McGonagall.

5) In her tiny office at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Carewyn has several Muggle appliances that have been modified with magic to work without electricity, like a coffee pot, mini fridge, and waffle maker. It’s very common for her Ministry friends like Aurors Talbott and Angelo @angellazull, Hitwizard Ben, COMC worker Wendy @drinkyoursoupbitch, and fellow lawyers Chester and Manon @that-ravenpuff-witch to stop into Carewyn’s office for a quick cup of coffee and a stack of waffles, when they’re working late night/early morning shifts.

6) Carewyn’s go-to Dueling spell is “Incarcerous.” She also prefers spells that Stun or otherwise prevent her opponents from attacking or running away, such as “Immobulus,” “Petrificus Totalus,” “Impedimenta,” and “Stupefy.”

7) After Orion and Carewyn become legal partners, they wear a set of rings they saved up for and selected together at a jewelry store in Diagon Alley. The rings are trimmed with engraved stars and spirals, with tiny personalized messages engraved on the inside -- Carewyn’s for Orion says, “I’ll always fight for us,” while Orion’s for Carewyn says, “Snidget, Fire Crab, Phoenix, Abraxan.”  (Those animals were ones Orion associated with Carewyn, as he got to know her -- first he saw her like a Snidget for her small size and interest in Quidditch; then a Fire Crab for her passionate, relentless fire; then a Phoenix for her beautiful singing voice and ability to inspire others; and finally an Abraxan for her desire for freedom and independence and soul that so resembles his.)

8) Even though Andre and Carewyn are no longer dating, they still love chatting about fashion and Quidditch together. It’s not uncommon for them to dissect and analyze the newest clothing trends. One time, the two spent almost a whole hour ranting about the absolute abomination that are crocs.

9) Carewyn’s best subjects are Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, and Care of Magical Creatures. Her weakest subjects are Transfiguration and Divination.

10) Even after leaving Hogwarts, Carewyn continues to send Christmas packages to Hagrid for her centaur friend Torvus. On those few occaisions Carewyn is able to visit Hogwarts and its centaur herd, Torvus (now full grown and towering even more over Carewyn than he did before) is always very pleased to see her, in his own understated way. He will walk very closely beside her whenever possible (something real-life horses do, when they’re around other horses or animals they’re fond of) and will, when they’re sitting down casually somewhere, fix and/or braid Carewyn’s hair. Firenze, as the new Divination co-professor, will frequently have predicted when Carewyn’s coming and will take some time to come out and visit with her too.

10 Facts!

[jjungkookislife]

part five: room 455

After texting Jimin and Yoongi you open the door to head to their room, only to see a note taped to your door.  

Would it be too forward of me to ask to see you tonight?  I can’t stop thinking about you. -room 455

Your cheeks immediately flush with heat as you take the note and set it down on your bed before taking a small sheet from the notepad on the nightstand. 

Meet me at the bar at 8pm. - room 204

You take your note with you as you leave your room,!heading to the elevator at the end of the hall.  You step inside, waiting for the door to shut to take you up the two floors.  When the elevator comes to a stop, you wait for the doors to open before stepping out into the hall.  You look at the numbers on the plaque on the wall, going right as you finally find Jay’s room.  You’re not sure if you should knock or just leave the note.  

You bite your bottom lip for a moment before just sticking the note on the door and booking it back to the elevator. 

Your phone rings the second you step into the elevator, your finger pressing the down button over and over again as if that will make it go any faster.  

“Hello?” You answer your phone.

“Where are you, sweet cheeks?  Jimin’s about to pounce on the waffles and I can’t hold him back much longer,” Yoongi states as you hear Jimin begging you to hurry.  

You laugh, assuring him you’re on your way as the elevator opens into the lobby before you hang up your phone.  You make a mad dash for the hotel’s dining area, Jimin smiling when he sees you before he runs off to pile a plate with waffles. 

“He’s worked up an appetite from last night,” Yoongi chuckles making you grimace.  

“TMI.”

Yoongi shrugs as he grabs a plate with you behind him as you decide what you want for breakfast. 

“Where’d you disappear off to last night?” Jimin asks as you pop up behind him in front of the waffle maker. 

“I told you I went to the bar,” you state as you help Jimin add more batter to the waffle maker.  Every now and then you remember the trip you took to Texas and how much you enjoyed their Texas-shaped waffles.  They somehow tasted better.  

“You said you met a man,” Jimin wiggles his eyebrows, making you roll your eyes as the light on the waffle maker goes from red to green.  You carefully take them out to place on Jimin’s plate before adding more batter to the hot iron.  

“Yoongi, do you want waffles?”

“Nah, I’ve got cereal. I don’t like waffles,” he responds with a shrug as he goes to pick out a table for the three of you.  

“Who doesn’t like waffles?” You mutter you yourself as you close the waffle maker before turning to Jimin, who has his arms crossed over his chest and a brow raised. 

“Can we get back to the matter at hand, yn?  Who did you meet? Is he hot? What’s his name? Where’s he from?”

“Jimin, give me a minute to get my waffles first, damn.   What’s with the inquisition?”

“You haven’t shown interest in anyone in over a year!  I’m excited, sue me,” Jimin grumbles as he puts butter on his waffles as you take yours out of the iron.  

“Well, we didn’t give each other our real names.  I thought we’d just hang out for the night, you know,” you shrug as you take a seat across from Jimin.  Yoongi appears uninterested, but you’ve known him long enough to know he’s paying close attention.

“What does that imply?” Yoongi asks, trying not to seem overly interested in the conversation but you know better, he’s just as bad as Jimin although he may disguise it better. 

“We made out a little.  I’m meeting him later tonight,” you say as you take a bite of your waffles

“Shouldn’t we meet him?” Yoongi asks in between bites of his sugary cereal.  Your eyes widen as you look at him, Jimin nodding in agreement.  

“No, no!  It’s nothing serious.  I probably won’t even see him after tonight.”

“Did you not hit it off?  It sounded like you did?” Jimin quirks his head to the side, his brow furrowed in confusion.  

“I just don’t want to get in too deep.  I mean, we just met, Minnie.”

“Don’t pressure her, babe.  She’s a big girl, she knows what she’s doing,” Jimin rolls his eyes at his boyfriend’s words but drops the subject.  

“What are we doing today?” Jimin asks as he finishes his first waffle.  

“Let’s go to the beach then have lunch after,” you suggest, Yoongi surprisingly agrees with you. 

“We’ll go change after breakfast and head out.  Sound good?” Jimin looks at you and Yoongi, you both nod in agreement as you finish your breakfast.  

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