#pasta-queues-headcanons

[pasta-quotes-headcanons]

Tv: surprise, motherfucker EJ: supplies,  motherfucker Jeff: some fries, motherfucker Masky: disguise, motherfucker Jane: some pie, motherfucker Judge Angel: all rise, motherfucker Toby: wrong size, motherfucker LJ: first prize, motherfucker Nurse Ann: heart eyes, motherfucker Ben: Rue dies, motherfucker

[themulberrytree]

because i’m trash......

shallan will be moved to her own blog. she’s just too annoying. it will have the same url, though it doesn’t right now as i’m still setting some things up. all  threads will be carried over, rules are basically the same. i am garbage, i know.

[viola-halogen]

12 Days of Thanktival — Day 1: Found Family/Elder’s Youngers/Holiday Jumpers

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[AO3 link]

Relationships: The Elder Youngers & Scribe Elder Ho-Tan, The Elder Youngers

Characters: Scribe Elder Ho-Tan, The Elder Youngers

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Summary: It's the Youngers' first time spending Thanktival away from home, without their parents. Alvin has an idea to cheer them up, which ends up bringing them closer together as friends.

A/N: This is based off of a headcanon I have that each of the Elders comes from a different one of the 12 realms and normally the Youngers would grow up at their parent's home in whatever realm they come from. However when Imperatrix started invading the other realms all of the Youngers were taken from their homes and brought to live together in a safe house in Yonderland until the war was over.

I used @ailendolin’s amazing headcanons for the Youngers’ names.

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Home

“I don’t want to spend Thanktival here! I want to spend Thanktival at home with my friends!”

“I know, darling. But remember there’s a war on, and it’s not safe to go back to Hitherland yet,” Alvin’s mum said, ruffling his hair as they headed for the front door.

“Yeah, I know, the war,” Alvin protested. “But you said it would be over before Thanktival, mum. You said we’d be home by now.”

Mum looked sadly at him for a moment, before pulling him into a tight hug. “I know, hun,” she said. “We all just want things to go back to normal. But until then we have to be strong, and not lose hope, okay? And someday we’ll all be able to go home again.”

Alvin buried his head in her chest. “It would be better if you were going to be here with us,” he said.

“You know we have to work hard all Thanktival to keep the realm safe,” mum said. “But I promise I’ll come and visit you on Thanktival morning, okay?”

“Okay,” Alvin said glumly. Mum pulled back and ruffled his hair again.

“And maybe in the meantime you could at least try to make some friends?” she said. “You’re going to be ruling the realm with your fellow Youngers one day.”

Alvin shrugged. He and the others had mostly kept to themselves ever since they’d all moved into the safehouse. He suspected that like him, they were all hoping this situation would be over before they were forced to get used to it.

“I love you,” mum said as she went to the door. “Be good, and pay attention in your lessons, or Imperatrix will come and turn your fingers into spiders and your brains into sprouts.”

“Muuum.” Alvin rolled his eyes. “I’m too old to believe in your stories anymore.”

“That’s what your Uncle Tim said when he was your age,” Mum said.

“I don’t have an Uncle Tim.”

“Exactly.” Mum winked. “See you on Thanktival morning.” And with that, she stepped out into the cold and shut the door behind her. Alvin let out a small sigh and turned to head back to his room.

~~~

“Okay, that’ll do for today,” their history tutor said from the front of the schoolroom. “Don’t forget to read pages 71 to 80 by Monday.”

Chair legs scraped along the floor as the Youngers got up from their seats and started gathering their books. They filed out of the schoolroom in an orderly queue, and began walking silently towards the dining room. Their history tutor, Mrs Crabapple, was an old-fashioned woman who believed in children being seen and not heard, and none of them were eager to risk getting shouted at by starting a conversation. They picked up their plates and cutlery by the door to the dining room, and lined up to be served their lunch. The food was one of the worst things about living here, Alvin thought. Surely with all the money the Elders had, they could afford to hire a good cook.

“What are you guys hoping to get for Thanktival this year?” Daisy asked as they waited. “I want the new Spiders and Garfunkel album. My dad promised me that one day when I’m older he’ll take me to see them live.”

“I don’t really care what I get,” Calyx said. “It’s only going to get eaten by Chompus anyway.”

“Yeah, but it’s part of the fun imagining what present you would have had,” Alvin said. He took back his plate, now heaped with pasta, thanked Cook and headed to his seat.

“I don’t like Spaghetti,” Barry said, dropping his fork with a clatter. “Why do we never have anything other than Spaghetti?”

“My dad says that if you don’t tidy your bedroom Imperatrix will turn your toes into Spaghetti,” Daisy said.

“That’s not true,” Calyx interrupted. “You’re not five anymore. You should know better than to believe what your dad tells you.”

“It is true!” Daisy protested, banging his fist on the table.

“No, it’s not,” Alvin said.

Irk sniffled suddenly, and the four of them turned to see him sitting with his knees tucked up to his chest. “I don’t want Imperatrix to get me,” he said quietly, his voice tear-filled. “I just want to go home!”

Everyone fell silent. After a short pause, Irk said, “I’m scared.”

Alvin got to his feet and rounded the table, sitting down next to Irk and putting his arms around his shoulders.

“I want to go home too,” he said. “I’ve never spent Thanktival without my mum before.”

“I’m scared,” Calyx said. “I’m scared that I’ll never get to make snowmen with my dad on Thanktival Eve again.”

“I’m scared that Imperatrix will win the war, and that I’ll have to go and live somewhere far away and never see anyone I know ever again,” Daisy said.

“I’m scared of Mrs Crabapple,” Barry said. Everyone let out a small laugh, and even Irk managed a smile.

“We’re all scared,” Alvin said. “We all wish everything would go back to normal already. But we aren’t alone. We can be scared together.”

~~~

That afternoon, as soon as their lessons were over, Alvin went up to his room and pulled out the drawer underneath his bed. He rummaged through his collection of wool until he found his crochet hook, and then picked out as many festive colours as he could and got to work. He kept at it all evening and throughout most of the night, until his fingers were stiff and his back ached. He worked until the candle on his bedside table had burnt down to the wick, then lit a new one and kept working. He locked his window and drew his curtains when he noticed it had gone past midnight—he knew Imperatrix wasn’t really coming to turn his fingers into spiders, but he wasn’t taking any chances. When he was finally done, he folded his creations into a neat pile at the foot of his bed, and was able to get about two hours of sleep before he had to get up for breakfast.

Despite the almost-all-nighter, he practically leapt out of bed when he heard the bell ringing downstairs to wake them up. He quickly changed into a clean set of clothes, before shoving his creations into a satchel and taking the stairs two at a time to get to the dining room.

“Woah, Allie, are you okay?” Barry asked as he joined the breakfast queue. “You look like you’ve barely slept at all.”

“I’ve been working on something. A surprise for all of you,” he said, and refused to clarify any further. They lined up to get their breakfast—leftover Spaghetti from yesterday’s dinner—and only once the others had all taken their seats did Alvin step up to the head of the table.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about what Irk said at lunch yesterday. And I know… I know none of us want to be here, I know this isn’t how we’d have chosen to spend Thanktival. But… that doesn’t mean we can’t still make the best we can of the situation. So… I made you all something.” He reached into his satchel. “Calyx, this one’s for you… and Irk, this one’s yours… Daisy, this one’s for you… and Barry… and this one’s mine!”

“What are they?” Calyx said, holding his up to look at it.

“They’re Thanktival jumpers!” Alvin said proudly, beaming at his fellow Youngers. “It’s a tradition from the Other World that I read about. They’re supposed to be Thanktival-themed, normally, but I made all of yours unique for you.” Calyx’s jumper showed a snowman, like he’d mentioned making with his dad. Irk’s had a ruff around the neck, of the kind Vex usually wore. Daisy’s had lyrics from a song off of the new Spiders and Garfunkel album. Barry’s had his dad’s war medals across the chest. And Alvin’s own jumper had the design of a quill, like the one his mum carried.

“So it’s like a Thanktival present?” Daisy said. “But it’s not Thanktival Eve yet.”

“No, no! Don’t think of them as Thanktival presents,” Alvin said. “I don’t want them to get eaten by Chompus. I want you to keep them.”

“Why?” Calyx asked. “You didn’t have to go to all this effort.”

“I… I wanted us all to have something to make this Thanktival special for a good reason,” Alvin said. “Something we could all be happy about.”

“I love it,” Irk said, pulling his jumper over his head and messing up his curly hair in the process. “Thank you, Allie.”

“Yes, thank you, Allie,” Calyx agreed, and the others followed suit. Alvin grinned and began putting his own jumper on.

Maybe this Thanktival wouldn’t be all bad, he thought to himself. Maybe just because he wasn’t at home with mum didn’t mean he wasn’t among family.

[moxfirefly]

One tracking the other down at lunch and making them accept food that they personally made because they know the other person doesn’t have a lunch that day.  - Not a relationship one, but a headcanon that reader fills the boys' fridge when they can to make sure they're eating well and not just pizza.

I am soft already 🥺

I’m making this in headcanon style as to cover all the lads.

Listen Raph EATS™️

The calorie intake in this man is insane so naturally carbs are like go to

But there’s more to carbs than just pizza and yes sometimes he’s caught up in patrols and training and sleep and it’s easier to inhale six boxes of pizza

Living alone has taught you to make meals for yourself or meal prep but now you find yourself making more portions. Pastas, meats, stews etc

You bring them down while their out patrolling and place them in the fridge with sticky notes for who gets what, the more fatty and high calories ones usually reserved for Raph

He catches you one night though and he’s legit like giddy cause you’re cooking is his fucking favorite and he’s already getting his designated container out and digging in

You can’t help but feel a slight blush cause Raph can be so serious and moody but he is legit stuffing his face with a happy smile and telling you that he loves how you effortless season the meat and tenderize it. He’s just a happy big lad.

Oh god does Donnie need to be fed

This motherfucker has gone days without a proper meal at times

It’s to the point that you’ve set up alarms on his phone to REMIND HIM TO EAT

And not snack, A MEAL

So you’ll drop by with food all the time at all hours of the day. Thankful for those 24hr places or you’re own cooking.

You’ll barge into the lab and announce it’s time to eat and you’ll force him to stop whatever he’s doing so he eats with you.

You make it easier for him by asking him questions about his projects, he likes feeling he isn’t slacking off and talking over his ideas helps him reach answers to questions he might have

Donnie is so hideously smart and you love hearing him talk cause you’ll flex the knowledge he drops on you with your coworkers

One of the things he’s a huge sucker for is sweets so you usually grab dessert for him along with the food. You can’t comprehend where he puts it all cause he’s so lean and when he does sit down to eat his appetite rivals Raph’s

And trust me Donnie secretly loves that you know his tastes so well.

April calls one day to ask what the guys want and without missing a beat you blurt out exactly what Donnie’s order is and you tell her you’ll Venmo her some extra cash to grab him a tiramisu

He feels really fuzzy on the inside when you do that

This lads eating habits are frightening honestly, mostly because he eats combos he creates that you’re sure should either kill a man or at least give them heartburn for six weeks straight

But he is the one that most devours pizzas and can eat it for a week straight if you don’t watch him

Mikey is a great cook though but he likes cooking for everybody ya know? He likes sharing his crazy inventions with his loved ones but he sometimes neglects that on himself and just goes for easy stuff

This is something you plan to change naturally

On the occasions that Mikey is patrolling near your place you’ll text him to swing by and get a snack. You’ll grab his backpack and fill it up with all sorts of snacks from healthy to not so healthy and water because orange crush is not a source of hydration

You also leave him silly notes because you both like to make each other laugh with lame jokes or anecdotes and that makes him excited to swing by during patrols to get his night snack

Mikey likes that you try to present all the food groups. Celery sticks, potato chips, ham sandwiches, an ice cream sandwich, like seriously you spoil him. It’s pretty easy though because Mikey is actually the only one of the brothers who’ll eat ANYTHING. Seriously he’ll try anything and that’s kinda fun cause he’s honest about it.

You know he might get in trouble when he starts to blow off the last couple of hours of patrol to spend it with you eating and laughing. He’s always dropped everything to spend time with his two favorite things: food and you

Leo is pretty on top of his diet. Yes he’ll eat pizza cause it’s a nice comfort food but he does tend to switch away to other things more than Mikey will.

In his case is, he will literally forget to eat

He’ll go ham on his training and patrolling and when he starts feelings a little nauseous and dizzy it’ll hit him that maybe he skipped a meal.

Queue you, you always ask him if he’s eaten. Wether in person, in text or on the phone and if he so much as makes a thinking face or sound you’re already telling him to come by or to sit tight

And something that absolutely and I do mean ABSOLUTELY KILLS HIM is that you can make sushi from scratch and when you show up with three bento boxes all for him, he can almost squeal with joy

Boy loves his sushi, any Oriental cuisine really. Ramen, bibimbap, coconut curry, bubble tea. You like to poke fun at him and arrive with a buffet by announcing “here’s your food you weeb” oh but it’s you who recommends him anime’s and rants to him about storylines etc

You find it really sweet that he’ll share the food you brought him even if you’ve told him twenty times that you already ate

He’s a sneak cause he’ll offer you pieces of sushi while you rant about thing but you do notice that he gives you the nicer pieces.

And you don’t miss that he gives you half his bubble tea

Why he gotta be such a caretaker???

You don’t mind though, you like how happy he is sharing his food with you and he seems to like feeding you.

[acreepypastaloverposts]

I absolutely LOVED the yandre Soulmate headcanons you did with EJ; and was wondering if you could do one with Masky?

A/N: Ahhh I got really into this XD Anyways here you go and I hope enjoy <3 Also don’t forget requests are open my lovelies <333

Yandere Masky With Soulmate Reader:

So this is gonna be a little crazy but hear me out

I know that most people view Masky as maybe a manipulative type of yandere

Obviously manipulating s/o into doing and feeling what he wants them to BUT

I feel like Masky is a submissive yandere

I know. It's crazy. Let me explain...

Masky is very loyal towards Slender for being so kind and helpful to him right? Like giving him and Hoodie a place to stay. (I know they’re marble hornets but my headcanons so I’ll do what I want XD)

And he's like the only pasta to actually respect slender and his authority

And even tho to others it's not a big deal, but to him, it's everything

To the point where he does anything slender asks

I THINK

He would be the same towards s/o

I think he would feel indebted to them for teaching him how to love

And for providing someone for him to love with his whole being

And SO

I believe that he would be completely submissive towards s/o

He would be nothing but gentle and loving

He'll constantly ask about how s/o is feeling and what they're doing

He'll tell s/o things he's never told anyone

And he'll keep everything s/o tells him to himself

I think only Hoodie would know where and who s/o was

But he wouldn't be allowed to visit s/o without Masky by his side

He'll never hesitate to carry out any act s/o asks of him

Whether it's a simple visit to the shops or murder of the highest degree (queue evil laughter)

Nothing is too much when coming from s/o

Never would any harm to s/o

He wouldn't allow it

Any attacker would have to go through him and well

They simply wouldn’t survive

And obviously it goes without saying that he would never harm s/o

Any affection of any kind that is shown to him is loved and returned tenfold

Even if its a hand hold, hug or a simple head pat

He'll cook for s/o

He'll pretty much do anything for s/o

And he can only hope that one day s/o can see how much he loves them

And maybe love him back as much.

[moodyoranged]

big spoon/little spoon:  ryan is the big spoon meredith is the little spoon <33

favorite non-sexual activity:  i think they’re like big quality time people.  like what they’re doing doesn’t so much matter so long as they’re doing it together  because they are like cosplaying as adults so even if all they’re doing is getting drunk and eating their special pizza they’re getting to do it as themselves with someone who embraces them for exactly that.  but yeah i think they’re still little recluses that just love to hang out at home together or like if they go out kind of clique up with each other,  disheveled at the farmers market trying to figure out who ordered the sexiest smoothie.

who uses all the hot water:  oh very tough call because they both feel like dissociate in the shower people.  i think maybe my gut says meredith because she’s a busy woman looking to feel alive and cherish what little me-time she gets these days but it could very easily be ryan because he just zones the fuck out and gets distracted.

most trivial thing they fight over:  i think like scheduling can cause some little trivial spats because like.  it’s literally just a non-issue like just find another time to hang out but with like the pressure they have to keep up with all their respective duties and like the desire they have to see each other it’s just hard.  they’re the types that’ll just link over when he comes over to her family’s house at 11pm on a weeknight and have to leave early for work or they’ll meet for a 20 minute lunch between her classes and while he’s on lunch.

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue:  meredith i think i think ryan would be satisfied to just watch something lame like it’s always sunny in philidelphia on loop forever so she gets to take the wheel and diversify that shit a little.  or if she’s got a show like that he just let’s her pick i don’t think he’s a huge tv person

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working:  ryan and he literally gets off on it like yeah….. ryan the man taking care of business……

who steals the blankets:  meredith and she’s allowed partly aided by ryan kicking them off half the time.

who leaves their stuff around:  meredith.  but she’s just got more on her plate i think ryan is naturally messier but again he has a complex that makes him want to keep things tidy for her so he goes out of his way to put things together and be wary of what he leaves around

who remembers to buy the milk:  they both would but again i think ryan looks to stay on top of it for moral reasons.

who cooks normally?:  neither of them.  their biggest crime is how much they eat out be it like takeout or pizza or like just going to the grocery and getting what’s already hot and prepared.  i think as they get older and their lives stablize they’d do a little better but even then its like someone makes simple pasta or burgers deal nothing too elaborate.  and they’d take turns about it.

how often do they fight?:  not super often.  i think with a certain level of stress comes conflict but they like always come to the realization that their fights aren’t based on much like they love each other they’re both trying and that’s really what matters <3  so a lot of the time when a squabble has the opportunity to turn into a fight they simply let it go and move on

what do they do when they’re away from each other?:  i think they keep in like a sporadic kind of constant contact which feels oxy-moronic but like.  they have a running conversation that goes the whole time but like if they have to go without replying for a few hours that’s not like weird they get that immediate replies aren’t always possible

nicknames for each other?:  i don’t see them as too creative or even huge nickname people like they’ve just been at it so long

who is more likely to pay for dinner?:  they shake it up sometimes but i feel like usually ryan he thinks it’s the gentlemanly thing to do but he’s also a little broke so going dutch helps from time to time

what would they get each other for gifts?:  they go thoughtful but not super lavish.  like they’re good at finding the kind of stuff that can make the other smile and giggle like not gag gifts but like things based on little inside jokes or little things they know the other won’t buy because they won’t need them but they really like them all the same.  little headcanon ryan’s special job interview tie is one meredith got him it’s either a discreet novelty one with like little robots or dinosaurs or something or it’s straight up from The Jerry Garcia Collection which they just got like an endless kick out of (its also good luck now obvously)

who kissed who first?:  meredith no reason just feels right

who made the first move?:  ryan also no reason just feels right

who remembers things?:  big stuff i think they both remember.  little stuff i think they’re a great match because they don’t remember half of it so together they’re able to patch together their knowledge of most things <3

who cusses more?:  ryan probably but i think they both cuss like a normal person amount neither is like super excessive

@loveback

[servalans-flowers]

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[justa-mysticmess]

i couldnt find your rules but i hope this is okay! I'd like to see some Seven/MC ft. Saeran domestic headcanons, perhaps in preparation for the twins' birthday?? Thank you!!

hello dear :) thank you for being my first prompt, and i apologize for not having a rules page yet. it’s just, i couldn’t decide what to put there yet x3 also! i think i got kind of carried away with this because the request is just! so ! cute! so i really hope you like it and are not put off too much ^^;;

seven/mc ft saeran

mc wakes up to the sounds of seven giggling softly in the middle of the night

it’s honestly sort of creepy at first because 1) in the silence of the night it reminds mc about that story where a person wakes up to the sounds of a baby laughing. only thing is that they live alone and have no baby, 2)because seven’s glasses are glowing in the light from his screen 

but knowing seven the way mc does now, they push away those thoughts no more late night creepy pastas! and snake an arm under the covers to lightly pinch the redhead’s thigh

queue a loud yelp and seven’s phone dropping into his lap

seven whines about mc being a meanie and that they have to make up to his throbbing thigh now

mc ignores because seriously seven with the pressure mc applied it should not throb! and proceeds to ask what plan he was devising to mess with some poor soul this time

seven immediately starts explaining in frenzied whispers that nooo mc i would never ruin this person’s life  

why exactly couldn’t he do that?? because mc! it’s saeran’s birthday next week and i’m planning so much for him!

mc sits up because hell yesss! it will be saeran’s first birthday they will celebrate together so they will have so much planning to do!

seven sometimes has to remind them to quiet down some because saeran is just a across the hallway and it wouldn’t do if he happens to hear what they’re planning too early

saeran is honestly annoyed the entire week because

it’s one thing to learn to try to peacefully coexist with your previously estranged twin who you had been brainwashed to hate for most of your life and to try to open up to him again

and to have to deal with his s/o  who he had a hand in pushing into saeyoung’s life in the first place

and it had been going fine. he didn’t love it . but he was getting used to it. to them

but thEN! they had to suddenly start acting so weird like

they’d be talking excitedly but when saeran would walk into the room they would immediately hush up and change the topic

they thought they were sneaky but saeran was no fool

admittedly saeyoung hand managed to confuse him a couple times when he confronted them about their behavior into thinking that 1)he was imagining things or 2)they really had been talking about how many cats they wanted to keep and who gets to name them

but he realized soon enough that no! that idiot brother of his had lied! 

he was actually tempted to plan something out and beat the crap out of him for lying to him, when he had promised he would never hide anything again

but mc conveniently kept inviting someone or another from the damn rfa every time he was thiissss close to losing it 

and they had perfect timing too, always coming in and telling saeran they needed to do this or that with him and he honestly did not believe that glasses lady really wanted his advice on which zen merch to buy

it came as a surprise when mc didn’t invite anyone from the rfa but convinced saeyoung and saeran to go buy her this bag from a shop they had had their eyes on for too long and to get groceries on the way. 

it was shocking to him because he was sure saeyoung had been avoiding him for the past three days at least

his temper went down and he was finding it hard to stay mad at them because it was one thing to think that his brother was going to leave him again

but it was totally another when he hung out with you all day not just one day, but four days in a row! they went arcading, and to the movies and even mc joined them one day, taking them to an accessories store they really liked and saeran felt the need to hug them when they said that the shop reminded them of him because he had such a cool interest in accessories. of course he did not hug. he was not that close to mc yet

the morning of june 11 was slow. he felt so well rested. like he slept longer than usual.  seven rolled over to face the side table with his phone on it

only to fall out of bed in his hurry to scramble out of the sheets with a horrified yell

because god fucking damn it how had his, 707, hacker god’s alarm had not gone off?! he was so late!

waking mc was important!

and pointless because the traitor was long gone apparently. the cold sheets on their side of the bed were a testament. why had mc not woken him up?!

as if on queue, the door opened and mc came in, telling him to get showered and come down quickly

they left before seven could ask why they hadn’t woken him up early

he was halfway down the stairs when saeran came out of his room, also showered and dressed in what mc had probably lain out for him, just like for seven. 

they went down together and the lack of decorations didn’t surprise seven. he knew it was part of the plan.

saeran made for the kitchen but seven told him not to bother because they woke up so late mc probably ordered take out and that they should probably watch some tv

he was not ready for cheer that resounded throughout the place the moment they stepped in. all the rfa where there, with a huge cake and. so . much. food courtesy of yoosung xD and they were all dressed up and were singing a happy birthday song. for both of them

mc was grinning so wide they had to stop singing and they wrapped saeran and seven in a big hug

seven was still so confused and mc smacked him lightly over the head and scoffed that he was obviously not the genius he claimed to be because how could he think mc would not celebrate his birthday when they planned his twin’s birthday together

seeing the surprise on saeran’s face told him exactly how satisfied and happy mc felt after having seen the surprise on his own face just now too

the rest of the day was going to be amazing

because what better way to celebrate your birthday than to be with people you care about and actually do things you normally don’t have time for

and if mc had added more surprises along the day into the plans they made with seven, they were not going to spoil it just yet

[pasta-quotes-headcanons]

Masky: all right, Rogers. I don't like you and you don't like me.

Toby: i like you

Masky: um all right. You like me but I don't like you

Toby: maybe you'd like me if you knew me!

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                                               Even More Unusual Asks                  🥘- Are you good at cooking? What is the best dish you have made.                               Alternatively, how bad are you at cooking? What���s the worst dish you’ve made?

Ill Be Honest And Say I Am Not The Best When It Comes To Cooking I Dont Really Cook AsMuch Due To The Whole You Know Incident But From The Time Ive Spent Here On Well Earth Ive Learned To Branch Out And Cook Certain Things Without Completely Charring The Dish Like I Use To

Partially Meats Or Anything That Is Well Nice To Serve To Friends When They Visit The Hive But Otherwise I Really Dont Cook As Much Or Use The Stove Or Oven Beyond When I Want To Make Tea

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Ben, talking to Lost Silver: So far today, and it's not even 2:00 yet, you've cried 43 times

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Toby: Everyone I know is either getting married, getting pregnant,  getting promoted, and I'm here getting coffee! Toby: and it's not even for me!

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Toby: why are you sleeping on the couch?what's wrong with your room? Ben: I SAW A SPIDER IN THERE

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Toby: I'm tell my friend how you killed that guy Hobo Heart: it was for love! Toby: cool motive. still murder.

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Jeff: Dr Smiley said that if I can't find a new way to relate more positively to my surroundings I'm going to die Jeff: I'm going to die

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Ben: *pulls up live vid from inside fridge*fridge- too clear, You got to shop

Ej: why do you have a camera in the refrigerator?

Ben: to determine if I'm gonna go downstairs or not