#pie floater

[lainska]

SINCERELY WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK IS THIS

[kel-lance]

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Most are nsfw so in general NO MINORS but I’ve got a lot planned out and seemed I work best when ovulating 😭 so updates may be hectic but I would encourage donations as I got fired for protesting and boycotting bc my job was invisibly helping 🇮🇱 so I’m glad I’m out of there but finding a job where I’m at is hella hard. I’m just tryna keep my 4 cats comfy. Anything helps thank you for reading!

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Mafia AU (up to 19 ch planned out) TW: Dead dove dont read (DDDR) Minors do not interact (MDNI): SA, Physical Assault, DubCon, NonCon, Mindbreak, Public Humiliation, Breeding, Ownership, Gaslighting, Multiple manipulation, RWORD, PTSD, a lot more toxic sh.

Premise: You’re a floater, just loving life as free as you want, until you decided to rob the wrong person. Now there’s confusion after Sukuna takes u back to his place after taking u in that alleyway. After that you just start moving through the gangs due to internal disputes. Shit just gets wild. (Almost everyone has a turn)

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Team bonding (up to 5 ch planned out) - TW: Dead dove dont read (DDDR) Minors do not interact (MDNI): SA, Physical Assault, DubCon, NonCon, Mindbreak, Public Humiliation, Multiple manipulation, RWORD, PTSD, a lot more———-

Premise: Sukuna takes over Yuuji’s body, takes u in front of everyone, and threatens them that if they don’t do their homework with you, he’s gonna show u how he wants it. (He instructs everyone to play w u and keep it away from yuuji as his little game.)

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Movie night (up to 9 ch planned out) Warnings: MDNI, Group sex, camera use, teasing, humiliation, mmfmm, everyone’s bi/pan, overstimulation, worship,

Premise: u host a movie night with Megumi Toge Yuuji and yuta. You’ve already been seeing them all but never had them altogether like this before. No one’s gonna be watching the movie.

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Yandere Gojo (3/3 parts) TW ——-MDNI—-DDDR——- kidnapping, dc/nc, abuse, cream pie, ownership, etc. ————

Premise: I forgot but he’s mean

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Eyeless Gojo: TW ———Warnings: mention of death, blood, killing, morally grey, slight mind control, Gojo just reacting to his cptsd in this universe, slight grooming (adults ideals on Gojo and their children), mindbreak, yandere(?)———————-

Premise: Going back to the start of their first year, meeting, processing, feeling, learning, loving, it’s all new and too much for Gojo. He’s more pathetic and lost and needs Geto, and Geto is even more frayed from the ideals surrounding his best friend. Geto gets into gojos head, so he takes out what people think make him Gojo and not himself.

Prequel:

Part 1

One shots: (TW)

Stepdad Nanami: ——MDNI——GROOMING, not really incest, Age gap, manipulation, broken home, slut shaming (at ur mom lol), drug mention

Premise: Your mom starts dating this guy and he’s nicer than anyone she’s ever kept around, really nice. The best even, sucks how they’re getting married. (Until they split for part 2.)

Divorce Lawyer Hiromi: Warnings: MDNI, Age Gap, StepDad mention, Public, exhibitionism, idk have fun. (Pt 2^^)

Premise: Your stepdads too busy for u but he brought his lawyer home. For work right? Or for you?

Quickie w Yuta: -- Warnings: MDNI!! DC/NC, exhibitionism, cream pie, humiliation, manipulation, ownership, etc...

Premise: Yuta’s some boyfriend.

Tutor Gojo: ——MDNI——WARNINGS: DUBCON/NONCON, implied prof/student relationship, bullying, degradation, blackmail, a few more ——MDNI——

Premise: Gojo overhears that you need a tutor

Sub!Choso: MDNI——collars leashes whip’s edging stomping humiliation blindfolds restraints gags overstimulation pegging taunting slapping blood play period sex {all mentioned}

Premise: He walks in on your date (sub!Nanami) and begs for his own collar.

Yandere?!Yuta: Wrote this months ago and don’t want to reread or fix it up but I feel there should be some warnings though I wouldn’t really know what they’d be other than lying? (NEW)

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[bayster]

yeah. welcome to south australia. the fucking pie floater.

transparent footy scran

[soup-mother]

luring usamerican girlies out to come visit with the promise of experiencing Australian hamburger. pspspspnp

luring uk girlies out with the promise of pie floater (meat pie in pea soup. literally no idea how we came up with this before you)

[the-amber-raven]

Performance review fic has officially surpassed the 13k words mark.... and now has a Hen and Buck tangent that I wasn't expecting?!

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“We’re still here,” she declared pointedly over his interruption. “They just need a moment and when they’re ready, we will have held down the fort for them. Because we’ll get through it as a team.”

Buck had to smile at her confidence, his subdued and disquieted mood dispelled for the first time in days.

“Thanks, Hen,” he said sincerely. “Hey, if you need feedback for your review, then I can definitely vouch that your teamwork is on point.” 

Hen huffed. “I had mine when you were off on Monday.”

Buck gestured at her with his fork to indicate that she should elaborate since his mouth was full of the massive bite of pie he’d just had. 

“Bobby said he might have to get floaters after Christmas to fill Chimney’s spot and that I need to be nice to them,” she explained grouchily, stabbing into the meringue on her plate. 

“You’re always nice,” Buck squawked indignantly, sitting up as though he was ready to march downstairs to defend Hen’s honour. “You were even nice to me when I was an idiot probie!”

“That’s because even back then you were more of an overeager golden retriever than anything else,” Hen told him affectionately, lips twitching.

[fictionalfoodpolls]

Not sure if you can find good picture for these, but here's some classics from the Discworld novels:

Dwarf bread

Rat on a stick (mustard optional)

Nanny Ogg's banana surprise

C.M.O.T. Dibbler's sausages

Meat Pie Floater

The only one of these I could get a decent image for without committing art theft is the sausages (they have a stamp from the official stamp collection), so that one will be in the queue! I also added those rotisserie style weed rats from shrek, since reading "rat on a stick" reminded me of that

[paradoxolotl]

Quiet quiet

I’m not sleeping anymore

There’s cinnamon in the cupboard

Apples in the fridge, I think

But I don’t live alone anymore

Mother mother “what are you doing?” already audible

Judgment scales always so heavy

So heavy with her

I’m not sleeping anymore

I’m not sleeping

But I’m dreaming

I think

Hallucinations and vivid dreams that stay with me with eyes open

Floaters, I think

Auras

Something just in my peripheral in my head in my ears in my skin

It’s the migraines, I hope

I lose my balance when I walk now

Or stand

Or exist

I tell myself it’s the migraines for that too

I’m not sleeping anymore

Then my brain turns off

No

That’s not right

My brain wants to faint

But it doesn’t

I lean against the counter and nod and pay attention (I do I swear)

But part of me is waiting for the static and black and collapse

I’m still waiting

Days later

I’m not sleeping anymore

I wonder if I have apples

I wonder if the people I used to be so close to miss me like I do them

I wonder if it’s been too long for me to ask

To ask for them to come back

To ask if it was my fault

I don’t know if I have apples

But the water is warm in my shower

No one else using it at 2:22 in the dark

It’s quiet

I don’t know if I enjoy it

I think about going to the chiropractor

Someone pushing on bone and muscle until something clicks into place

Anything

My best friend doesn’t work the Night Shift anymore

I can’t bring them pie

I’m not sleeping again

So I was awake when the baby stirred

Hushed back to sleep before they could even really wake

I’m not sleeping

But I know the drill

The answer and the smile and the normalcy

Just don’t look too hard at the cracks

I’m not sleeping

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

I've never had a pie floater (or pea soup at all for that matter) so I can't comment on the taste, but what always really confused me is how exactly you're supposed to eat it. Like, what's the process there??

With a knife, fork and spoon. Ultimate meal.

[smilesobrien]

aussie foods poll breakdown

see prev reblog. source: kiwi living in australia w/ australian wife

bunnings banger: this is REAL but REGIONAL- down here in victoria it is a bunnings snag.

zooper dooper: REAL. i don't know why ppl get so hung up on this- it's an icy pole, surely you guys have icy poles with silly brand names too

outback crunch: FAKE! wife immediately spotted this one, saying it sounds like what americans think an australian food would be.

seafood at christmas: REAL but nasty. fortunately the wife's family have a large vegetarian contingent, so im never forced to suffer thru this one.

moreton bay bugs: REAL. it's basically a fat lobster.

democracy sausage: REAL. election season special- you get a hotdog for voting, which as i understand it is more than americans get

vegemite chocolate: REALbut NOT- it was a gimmick item produced in 2015 for three weeks. in my view this doesn't count, but i guess you've gotta have a red herring...

pie floater: REAL but nasty. pie floating in pea soup. also regional- only the absolute freaks who live in south australia do this.

BONUS: australia & aotearoa have beef over who invented the pavlova (meringue with fruit on it). if you ask me the bloody aussies can have it, that shit is nasty.

[wherespaulo]

Ripper Runs along Australia’s City Waterfronts

Jan 30 – Feb 10, 2023

On my way to New Zealand for some trail racing with Race2Adventure I thought I’d stop off en route in Oz for a couple of weeks. It was a chance to explore some of the Australian cities I’d missed in 2016. Not a running vacation as such but that’s always a great way to explore and feel grounded in a new city, especially when jogging alongside likeminded locals.

Brisbane

Brisbane was an obvious choice since it was my first port of entry into Australia after my flight from New York, plus I hoped to catch-up with my cousin whom I’d not seen since my previous trip to Australia in 2016. In the event she was unable to meet up since she was working nights in her job as a maternity nurse.

My hotel, the Royal in the Park, was in a great, secluded spot on the edge of the botanical garden, university, and Brisbane River -- perfect for accessing the riverside footpaths, Bunya Walk, City Reach Boardwalk and Bicentennial Bikeway, which I gladly did for my five mile morning runs followed by bonzer brekkies at the River Bar and Kitchen. A buzzing city with lots of modern high rise development along the river’s north shore, the Goodwill Pedestrian Bridge made for easy access to the south shore and a completely different, low-rise chilled vibe for running along the Clem Jones Promenade. I was surprised how quickly I acclimated from NYC’s freezing winter temperatures, the slight breeze from the river seemingly taking the edge off Sunshine Coasts heat and humidity – being able to acclimate to extremes of hot and cold is something I’ve developed since living in NYC after moving from the more temperate climes of the UK.

At the numerous Irish bars I continued my search for the elusive and iconic ‘pie floater’, an upside down meat pie submerged in the mushiest of peas. I’d been hooked since my first taster in a small Manhattan Australian café and had started my search for the real thing on home turf during my 2016 Australia trip. But alas, I live in hope as the dish still continued to evade me.

Cairns

I’d initially hoped to fly my mate Topul over from Papua New Guinea for a quick catch-up since Cairns is very close, but I’d had trouble contacting him – I was worried that his email and social media accounts might have been hacked, so was never sure it was him I was conversing with.

I arrived in the wet low-season so it seemed very quiet in the high humidity which it seemed you could cut with a knife. But lunch and cocktails were beckoning so I quickly discovered Ochre alongside the marina – run by well-known chef Craig Squire, it was hands down the best restaurant of my whole Australia trip! Over the next few days I would visit this place many times, sampling the excellent quinoa salad, tenderloin steak and frozen cocktails amongst other things.

I discovered Cairns Esplanade, an excellent path along the seafront, full of joggers, for my five mile morning runs with brekky afterwards at Muddy’s overlooking the ocean. The regular downpours provided a welcome respite from the heat and humidity.

Near the start of the 4.4 mile hike up Lumley Hill and Mount Whitfield from the botanical gardens (red and blue arrow circuit) I had an enlightening conversation with a guy coming the other way. He informed me that this was the ‘singles trail’ where chance encounters were rife, claiming that he’d once caught a couple in a delicate position on the summit. And he seemed to be on a mission for more voyeurism. I was skeptical but felt duty bound to keep my eyes open for the rest of the hike, just in case. Suffice to say the only brief encounter I had on the summit was with a beautiful, iridescent butterfly, seemingly intent on making my acquaintance. During my travels through the woods I do seem to have garnered a connection to the butterfly spirit and was grateful for its presence, surmising it was an angel sent in disguise.

I booked a boat trip to the un-spoilt Fitzroy Island, hoping to get some snorkeling in on the edge of the Great Barrier Reef. Encased in a giant condom-like black lycra suit on Nudey Beach (not actually a ‘nudey’ beach) to protect me from any stingers (jellyfish) rather than any transmittable disease, I headed for the water, only to find my snorkeling cut short by a leaky snorkel. Luckily there was a bar close by where I could extricate myself from the lycra capsule and chug a couple of excellent thirst quenching IPA’s.

Perth

I’d never been to the remote west coast so this was a must, but it was an inauspicious start as the day before I arrived a teenager was killed by a bull shark in the Swan River.

Although still hot, I was grateful for the west coast’s low humidity during my five mile morning runs alongside the Swan River. Together with the extra incentive to get back to my hotel, The Alex, for the amazing buffet brekky including marmite/vegemite and cheese puff pastry swirls, it was a perfect recipe (excuse the pun) for speeding me up – as with the pie floater, only the Australians could be so bold as to put these things on the menu!

Always up for sampling the local plonk, I booked the Swan Valley Wineries Tour with d’Vine Tours. With about 15 of us on a small bus and an entertaining driver, we visited three wineries (with lunch at one), a brewery and a chocolate factory. By the end of it we were all fair dinkum sozzled and singing along to the drivers play list.

On Cottesloe Beach the shark nets looked robust, but I only dared dip my feet in after that shark attack, and laying on the beach while reading was limited without an umbrella. It wasn’t all bad since I’d recently discovered ‘beach strolling’ where I could stretch my legs, take in the views and ponder the meaning of life, all while attempting to translate the mysterious language of the crashing wave, a language which has so far eluded me.

I strolled through miles of sandy trails that run through Perth’s beautiful botanical gardens. With its dry, Mediterranean type summer climate, the trees are typical of a dry forest region with many eucalyptus and pines amongst others, and inhabited by noisy flocks of large Carnaby’s black cockatoo’s which seemed to have fun bombarding me with squawks and pinecones.

A quick train trip to Freemantle, Perth’s old town which became the primary destination for transported convicts from 1850, was a worthwhile detour. As I strolled alongside quaint Victorian style architecture in the scorching sun, with their resplendent verandas, I couldn’t help noticing how many had been taken over by public houses – and after a quick visit to one of them to quench my thirst, I pondered the age old mystery of why such a beer drinking nation sells so many tasteless brews.

[teaktty]

And here he is in Wooloomooloo, Sydney, eating a meat pie from Harry's Cafe de Wheels in 1974.

Apparently not brave enough for the meat pie floater.

the story of kfc fucks me up man. the colonel founded this gas station that expanded to restaurant, the chicken at the restaurant gets popular, makes KFC, it gets big and he sells it to a corporation for a lot of money. realizes he got sorta scammed out of the true worth of kfc so tries to get more money and they refuse and the courts side against him. then he starts a new chicken restaurant claiming the corporate people were not making chicken to his standards and kfc sued him because kfc owned the colonel's likeness and the courts agreed. a corporation owned this man's name and appearance. he wasnt allowed to use either, thus legally erasing his reputation making it harder for him to get taken seriously in any food venture. the man, to the day he died, was going into kfc's and throwing fits because the food had fallen into such bad shape he hated it was associated with him. and it's like, whether he's a bad man or a good man or whatever, a corporation owned his identity, stopped him from using his reputation and identity in other businesses, and refused to acknowledge his outrage that they changed his recipes and still attributed it to him. this is literally the obnoxious plot of a jay and silent bob movie, but it was this dude's real life. what the fuck.

[art-of-manliness]

From Gumshoes to Gats: A Dictionary of Hard-Boiled Slang

I’m a big fan of hard-boiled detective novels. I highlighted my favorites in a previous article. The thing about hard-boiled detective novels is that the characters often use slang words that were in common use in the 1930s, 40s, and 50s, but are no longer part of our popular vocabulary. There have been a few times when I’ve been reading a Raymond Chandler or John McDonald novel where the dialogue left me scratching my head. Hundreds of hard-boiled slang words have been recorded and compiled. Below, I’ve highlighted my favorites from this category of vernacular. You’ll likely notice that there are a lot of different words for “detective.” It took me a while to figure out that a “shamus” was a detective. My absolute favorite of these slang words are the greetings (“How’s tricks?” “What’s the score?”) and the ways to tell people to get lost (“Go fry a stale egg!”). Hopefully, reviewing this list will help you better understand the next hard-boiled detective novel you read. And maybe you’ll even sprinkle some of these words into your daily vocab to mix things up with some gritty old-school lingo. Big house. Federal prison. Bird. Person, either male or female, but frequently female. Bite an egg. Take breakfast. Blow. To leave. Bo. Generic address; guy; jack; pal. Booby-hatch. Mental hospital. Bull. Cop. Butter and egg man. Sugar daddy; implication is one fairly free with his money. Buttons. Cops. Buzzer. Police badge; identification. C-note. Hundred-dollar bill. Chicago overcoat. Coffin. Chiseler. Low-life; hanger-on; somebody chiseling money from others. Dance on air. Hang, as from a noose. Darb. A person with money, who can be relied upon to pay a check. Dead soldier. Empty liquor bottle. Deadpan. Bodyguard; tough guy; gunny with a sheen of respectability. Dip the bill. To have a drink. Dish. Attractive woman. Draw a lot of water. To have a lot of influence; to exert great influence. Drop the arm. Arrest; nab; apprehend; snatch. Dry-gulch. To ambush; surprise; sneak attack or attack from behind. Dumb onion. A fool; dupe; idiot. Dust. Take a hike; get lost; drift. Fakeloo artist. Conman; faker; liar; pretender; deceiver. Fin. $5 bill. Flatfoot. Detective; shamus. Flim-flam: Dupe; deceive; trick; take in. Floaters. Corpses in the water; people dead by drowning. Fog. Riddle someone with bullets. Gat. Gun. Gee. Man; fellow. Gill. A drink. Go fry a stale egg. Get lost; go jump in a lake. Goose-berry lay. Stealing clothes from clotheslines. Gumshoe. Detective/private dick/PI/etc. Gunny. Hired gun; thug. Gunsel. Hired gun. Hackie. Taxi driver. Hard boy. Tough guy; bodyguard; hired thug. Hard number. Tough guy. Hay. Useless scrip/fake bills/etc. Heel. Jerk; low life; scumbag. Heeled. Packing; carrying a gun. How’s tricks? A greeting, akin to “How’s it going?” Jake [also jakeloo]. Fine; okay; acceptable; no big deal. Jasper. Man; handsome fellow. Keyhole peeper. Detective/private dick/PI/etc. Loogan. A guy with a gun. Lug. A guy; generic address for a man; connotation of thick-headedness or limited ability/usefulness; not necessarily connoting goon, thug. Lulu. A good-looking woman. Make with the feet. Get lost; scram. Mauler. Brass knuckles. Mickey Finn (mickey). A surreptitiously adulterated drink (or the drug added to the drink to make it so) given to somebody for the purpose of rendering them insensible or unconscious. Miscount the trumps. To overlook something. Moll. Gangster’s girlfriend/woman/partner. Mugg. A man (sometimes referring to dumb ones), guy, person; possible connotation of not being entirely on the up-and-up. Muggle-smoker/muggle. Pothead; druggie. Nevada gas. Cyanide. Newshawk. Reporter. No soap. No luck. Nuts to you. Go to hell (mild). Pie-eyed. Very drunk. Piker. Amateur; small-time operator. Polish an apple: Talk up; chat up; suck up to. Prowl car. Police car. Real cream. A good person. Rodded. Carrying a gun (rod). Rooster. Man who picks a… http://dlvr.it/SzXGlx

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

trick or treat ^-^

You get a pie floater.

[muckmagister]

mmmmm. pea soup

it's not really my thing actually but i liked it as a kid my parents did the australian thing with the pie floaters it's yhat not bad really