#quinn is a good bean and they don't deserve this :(

[themrsmunson]

Joseph Quinn makes you beans on toast - fluff

I'm just out here amusing myself at this point tbh! Enjoy the man we all love making you beans on toast.

First up the beans. It's Heinz or nothing for our man. Not low salt, not the fancy one with all different types of beans in it, just the bog standard turquoise tinned baked beans.

He cooks them on the hob and keeps stirring them so they don't get all clumpy and overcooked. He refuses to use the microwave for beans because his lover deserves the fucking best.

Now for the toast. WHITE FRESHLY BOUGHT TIGER BREAD. Enough said. What a ledge.

Toasted perfectly under the grill because they're a dead funny shape aren't they and they don't properly fit in the toaster? Not my toaster anyway.

Lurpak salted butter spread, nay, slathered all over that toasty white goodness.

He cuts it diagonally of course and pops it on the plate. Only bellends cut their toast horizontally and Joseph knows that only too well.

Adds the beans over the top of the toast - perfect temperature, perfect consistency. Man done good.

Adds grated cheddar. Mild, Cathedral City

Dollop of HP sauce next to the toasty beany yummyness.

Perfect brew to accompany it - a partner who can make a brew AND beans on toast AT THE SAME TIME! You've struck gold my love.

Serves it to you on the couch, makes sure you have a cushion on your knee so you don't burn yourself.

Afterwards you have loads of oral sex but that's for a different post.

[laststandx3]

this episode of daryl dixon i decided i would leave common sense at the door and take a double dose of suspension of disbelief, and let me tell you, it helped a lot. now i don't have to ask questions like: where the food comes from? how comes the bad guys have clean and ironed clothes, electricity, running water but the good guys don't have beans for soup? why every french person knows the exact convert rate from kilometers to miles? why there's no useful electronic like a a working radio? how comes they still have bullets? if the zombies are so easy to kill, why nobody cleaned up the street? why norman reeds looks like he never touched a fish in his life and doesn't want to start now? why french people start singing the anthem in the middle of a speech? or when they see a man about to fight a zombie? why do the bad guys have a zombie/gladiator arena instead of idk being generic evil in any other way? why do they imply that the people lining up to enter the show were there against their will if they are all cheering now?

anyway, now we can go back to focus only on the plot and the characters. good news: in the series titled daryl dixon, the 5th episode out of 6 is finally about daryl dixon. we find out how he get to france (sort of), it didn't had much relevance on the plot so i don't see why they kept if for dramatic value. but on daryl side at least something happened. on Isabelle side, writers weren't sure what to do with her, so we see her plotting how to kill Quinn, (she calls it off bc he quotes some catholic text about redemption, but this isn't brought up again, so it's more likely that it was just for that scene) she then thinks about killing herself but ish..also it's breakfast time, we don't to those things in front of a fresh salad. So at last she decides she will manipulate Quinn: it wasn't an hard task bc he's been simping for the past decade. Imo Isabelle lost her agency around ep 3 when the writers put her in idle. i hope the next episode she'll do something active. so far she's just been brought places. Laurant (little jesus) is the worst. but he's a kid- No. he deserved a face slap from paris to cannes. he cut the rope to the boat they were using to get to safety, bc he has abandonment issues? daryl calls him little shit and forgives him right away. you'll have to walk at least 100km in a place full of zombies, without food, without shelter, your other friend that was helping you just died in the worst way ever written and you cut our chance at safety? i'm leaving your ass! they in fact get captured by the bad guys like a minute after loosing the boat. anyway via plot convenience they all find themselves at the bad guys lair and daryl is to fight a boosted up zombie. will he survive? stay tuned! (episode ends here)

Now about the Quinn subplot, his new girlfriend is jealous of a woman that is there against her will (kinda) and she sells him out to Genet (boss of the bad guys). How does this work exactly? 1) if quinn wasn't useful, genet would've put someone else in his place already. 2)technically it was Anna who let laurent go, so she's the traitor 3)genet and quinn aren't part of the same organization, there can't be betrayal. they are 2 separate parties that at times cooperate. i'm not saying genet can't accuse him of treason but? don't give me bullshit reasons for locking up quinn. she (as french) could've just wanted to get rid of the birtish/american tourist. voilà, tout le monde deteste les touristes, est normal. but hey, my bad i got lost in logic again. my god this show gives us just the vibes of a story. there's no story here. the characters don't have an arc, they're the same people from ep 1, no change, no learning, nothing. things happen to them and they don't have reactions. And you know they're badly written bc the dialogue is obvious and empty and flat. and so absent. there's so much silence in this story that isn't highlighting actions, it's just silence bc nobody could find a way to fill it. I don't come from the walking dead, i have no idea what's up with daryl dixon and after 5 episodes (around 4hours and half) of a story about him I still don't know. What is this story about? faith? tyranny? how easy it is to fall for idols in a difficult moment? even the choice of setting the story in France, was it for aesthetic? were the writers trying to make parallels with french history and dictators? The annoying part is that even the few elements they throw around in could've been used: there's a military party, there's this kid that everyone is claiming is the new messiah, there's a nightclub in paris surrounded by death. those elements can fit in a bigger narrative. about looking for comfort for example. when the world ends where do you find the will to live? do you follow the path of order in hope to fix the chaos around you? do you look for a meaning, hoping it will all make sense and there's some god above looking down at you? do you see the zombie apocalypse as a punishment from above and now you follow only the righteous path? or you say fuck all of this! life has no meaning i'll go to the only nightclub left in the world? is this about avoiding pain or is it about living life to the fullest as much as you can with the limited resources you have?

there are endless possibility for a zombie story. a story about survival is never just a story about survival but about the things we do to survive. those are the stories people get attached to, bc they touch a part of us that we all have and can't explore. (bc hopefuly we won't find ourselves in extremely tragic situations)

they just needed to give genet a real need for order. not just army guys going around in their jeep killing pigeon lovers. give quinn a less aesthetic nightclub, make him sell drugs. this way he has a lot of people needing him and he has power and he's not just some generic bad dude with a night and a silly hat. give Isabelle a real sense of faith. living with nuns doesn't automatically convert you. give laurant actual lines or superpowers, everybody believes he's jesus bc he's off-putting?? he's just a weird kid. he did nothing. nobody knows how or why he's special. he didn't do any miracles. let him cure people. give us audience a reason to believe he's special, not the "he comforted a widow who lost he husband yesterday and was too heartbroken until laurent gave her a hug" bitch her husband died, what you want her to do? how was she supposed to feel? it wasn't even a week.

and into all of this give daryl dixon a journey, not just finding a working radio to go back to america. what meaning did he find in 11 series of the walking dead? does he believe in god? what does he do in front of a miracle? does he think religion sucks and it's all a lie, then he must agree with the new militia, everything illogical must be destroyed bc people will do terrible things for false idols. but then what if it's a child? and what if this whole problem doesn't touch him? can he keep going on the way of the lone wolf or does he intervene? there's no trouble in being alone but what does he do in face of injustice? what if you get killed for stepping up? how do you fight?

there's a lot of plot points that could've given daryl dixon and the other characters depth but unfortunately this series isn't about it :(

[krakenbait]

bragging rights bracket update #6

good day bracketeers!

i promised i would be back and here i am! unfortunately, i seem to have become the bearer of bad news. the canucks were knocked out by the oilers in game 7, setting up the western conference finals between edmonton and dallas. on the other side, it's the panthers and the rangers for the eastern conference finals.

at this point in a previous year, i'd probably be able to award bragging rights by now, but that's the fun of having a big brag-cket pool! instead y'all have to deal with me yapping until at least three more people bust. at least you get a break for a little while.

anyway, let's get on with it!

163 points

amelidek's bracket - you're the only person in the pool to pick all four conference finalists. you're either a genius or just plain lucky

135 points

cause chaos ( @andreisvechnikov) - enjoy this while you can, you hit your points ceiling.

132 points

win for quinn ( @morganfrost) - honestly i'm impressed the canucks made it that far. could say the same for you.

119 points

homer like the iliad (me) - this is a genuine surprise!

116 points

Been Bragging ( @natashastarkk) - i don't have anything to say, so here's the busted gif

t-birds for the win ( @shea-theodore) - my sandwich joke from yesterday is particularly appropriate with this year's busted gif

eldest daughter w ( @puck--off) - which canuck deserves a panera electric lemonade after that series? for better or for worse...

113 points

brack that et ( @nastybastian) - oh ye of little faith, you're still in this!

111 points

abeja's bracket - you had the first round of the western conference perfect, but everything went wrong after that...

106 points

Rats! (aaaahwhoah) ( @circle--of--confusion) - i think this is the longest you've kept your bracket alive

101 points

Le $$ Beans ( @stromesquad) - i don't mean to keep jinxing people, it just happens!

96 points

Pizza Rats (aokayinspace) - you have gotten exactly 50% of your picks correct

please happen. ( @builthebobder) - and your bracket is officially a lost cause! go have fun watching pwhl boston

78 points

kindanerdy's bracket - you right now

68 points

hellybracket ( @arsonandhockey) - you've still got the potential for points, so start rooting for the panthers now

45 points

Do It For JEdwards ( @patron-saint-of-boston-hockey) - i had trouble thinking of how i was going to top last year, but i figured keep it simple. what's better than one sword? two swords!

40 points

jt's kombucha tap ( @assistantcaptainmitchmarner) - if the brag-cket had money involved, i'd give you yours back.

[friendlylocalwhumper]

“Get on the floor.”

Their knees meet the floor with a soft thump-thump. They are clothed, and their basic needs have been met: they aren’t painfully hungry, aren’t exhausted, don’t need to use the restroom, don’t feel close to passing out. Their latest, more gruesome injuries have been healed with magic, leaving little trace that they were tortured at all.

There is still a tremor to their hands anyway.

A large, calloused hand scrapes against their scalp. His fingers comb through soft, limp hair that no longer holds light curls, but heavy, dull waves.

They see it coming, but Quinn still gasps when the hand balls into a fist to grip their hair tight and force their head back.

The Hunter smiles down on them.

“Talk.”

Quinn blinks. “...Talk?”

“Yes. Talk. Speak on command. Tell me what you’re thinking, handsome.”

The creepy term of endearment, just gendered enough to grate, aches like the fading sting of alcohol dabbed over a scraped knee. “Is there… anything in particular that you want me to talk about?”

Their captor shakes his head. The magic user’s brows furrow slightly.

“Alright. I can talk. You want to know what I’m thinking. I’m thinking that this is odd. Maybe you’ve grown bored of hurting me for now. Maybe you’re going to kill me.”

His expression betrays nothing. They offered the guess in the hope that he would give away whether their death is anywhere on the horizon, but all they see is amusement. It must make him very happy to have them on their knees, looking up at him, nervously watching for any sign of what’s coming.

The grip on their hair tightens, his fist twisting sharply so Quinn yelps.

“Go on.”

“I… and I’m thinking… yes, it’s just boredom. You hurt me because it’s fun for you. The only reason you would stop is if it stopped being fun. I don’t know if that’s permanent, or just how you feel today-”

“Tonight,” He interrupts calmly. “It’s nighttime.”

“Oh,” Mutters Quinn. They couldn’t have known that. It’s still a bit embarrassing anyway, hearing him say it so matter-of-factly.

“Speak, Quinn.”

“Yes. I can - why you want me to speak, I don’t know. Just one of your games. Maybe you-”

Pain erupts in their head with such sudden force that they jerk sharply away, scrambling back and clutching at their skull, a scream dying on their lips. Mind magic, they think, mortified - he was invading their mind, what did he see? Was it only half a second, like it felt, or was he in there for hours? Can they still think? Are they still themself, still sane?

It takes a handful of seconds, but when they manage to focus back on him, they spot the sparks flying off his hand, his self-satisfied grin. Electricity. He just shocked them, that’s all, where his hand was buried in their hair. It wasn’t mind magic. Their mind hasn’t been invaded.

It’s another few seconds before they realize that the short, guttural sounds they hear are coming from themself. They’re panting out frightened sounds like an animal that got its leg caught in a predator’s jaw, then was released to limp away, easy prey.

“Come back here. Kneel like before. Speak.”

They force themself closer, palms pressed to the floor, chest fluttering. He knows how they react to electricity. He knows how difficult this is for them. It’s nothing more than easy entertainment on a boring day for him.

The magic in his hand has faded; he only left it active for long enough that they would see it and understand what he did to them.

“I can - I can speak. I was startled. I can calm down. I un-... I understand the game now. I think. Don’t -” They gasp out the near-plea before they can stop themself as his hand nears. It remains frozen in place, inches away from their cheek, as if he cares what they want.

“Don’t what, Quinn?”

The magic user licks their lips. “Don’t… you’re going to shock me again. I don’t want you to.”

“I am, am I?” His tone is teasing, low with humor. Quinn nearly blushes with embarrassment.

“I thought you were. I think you will.”

“Tell me more about what you think.”

The hand resumes its course until the palm cups over their cheek, fingers arched over their ear and into their hair. Quinn takes shallow, careful breaths, their eyes squeeze shut when he makes contact… but there is no fresh pain. Their eyes flutter open, uncertainty in them.

“I think… you like fear. You like the anticipation just as much as the breaking down afterward. You would have just as much fun teasing me with the threat of pain as going through with it.”

“Mmh,” Hums the Hunter, crouching down. His other hand goes to Quinn’s forearm, sliding down to wrap around the wrist he’s broken and healed. They pale, understanding that he could hurt them in two different spots at once, right now, and they could do nothing to stop it. “But I love your screams. I love making your voice give out. You know I’ve been wanting to spend a day on making you wail for so long that you can’t even beg for it to stop anymore. You know I could place my hand right here…” Fingers trail all the way up from their wrist, across the forearm and the inside of their elbow, their upper arm and shoulder, until they settle comfortably across Quinn’s throat. “And press magic in that would tear up your throat beyond repair. I’d like to hear the little strangled sounds you’d make, unable to scream your heart out like you do now.”

Those shallow, careful breaths are now nearly nonexistent.

“Go on, now, keep talking.”

“Okay,” They answer instantly, eager to prove that they will comply. Their answers always come quicker, more eager, when the threat of electric magic is hanging over their head. “Okay. I wonder - I wonder if you ever get headaches from all the screaming.”

“Mmh, I do.”

“I would too. It’s loud. I get headaches just from doing the screaming. Although the screams are echoing through my head, it might be louder to me. I’m not sure how sound works, all the details and physics of it. I don’t - I’m struggling to think of things to say. But you just want me to keep speaking, anything will-”

Their face twists, body spasming, as electricity jumps into their body and crackles through them. They feel their sense of gravity flip, and don’t fully process that they’ve been shoved, their back pressed to the floor, skull snapping back to connect with the concrete in the process. All they know is agony, and the burn in their throat from screaming.

When they return to their senses, they feel a hand at their throat, another at the side of their ribcage. They see the Hunter’s grinning face swimming above them, blurry and eerie.

“Speak, Quinn.”

The captive whines, voice cracking just on the sound of complaint. “Speak, I - can barely think - I need a moment, to-” Their mouth stretches, brow crumpling, body arching up and flopping back down a few times as electricity courses through them once again. The sound that comes out of them, the Hunter thinks, is more of a howl than a scream. He keeps the magic flowing this time, pouring it in happily, tilting his head to listen like he’s trying to pick out words coming through the radio from a radio station drowning in static.

Sobs start to get mixed in with the wails of agony, and along with the crying comes garbled pleas. It is only through decades of experience with twisting, breaking bodies that he can make out any of the words they’re trying and failing to choke out.

Maybe forty seconds later, he ends the spell, carding through their hair as they come down from the agony. Quinn, able to speak in coherent sentences only a minute ago, sobs out unintelligible sounds in an attempt to beg for his mercy.

“Shhhh.” He leans down to scoop them up into his arms, sit on the floor himself and pull them into his lap. Their form, lithe and pliable, is perfect for hugging close, holding them tight enough that their ribs creak. “Calm yourself, Quinn, this isn’t like you. Speak for me.”

“I - I - nnhgh - ple-, plea-, -ease…”

It’s so, so sweet that he has to press a kiss to the side of their head. “Oh, you know I can’t resist adorable begging like that.”

Sharp desperate sobs rock through their jolting body, a pitiful, possibly grateful sound squeaking out of them. It’s almost heartbreaking, the Hunter thinks fondly, when he pours more magic into them and feels the violent quaking of their body. Did they really believe he would spare them just because they eked out a few shards of words?

Their screams are wild and inhuman. This new fear that he’s carved into their body, the terror of this kind of pain, is great fun. Still, they can be so loud, and he doesn’t want his own head to start to throb from the volume. Shushing them gently, the Hunter presses one of his hands sprouting sparks against the back of Quinn’s head to tip it against his chest, pressing so that their screams are muffled against his shirt.

“There you go, darling. Let it all out. I’ve got you, there you go.”

[daniellan]

Intro and guide

Today we'll get into movies,music,foodie treats,jokes,funny and weird facts and not forgetting the dessert: ecofriendly tips and celebrity gossip😌🤫🤭 Yall get comfy and get your reading glasses on.

Must watch movies.

Okay everyone I'm talking to is like shell shocked that's its already the holidays and they still haven't finished what they set up to do they just got too comfy and let the year slip them by all except me.

Anyways I thought of giving you guys a list of movies to catch up with before this year ends. Only two movies per post. Less talkie more listing danie.

Venom: Let there be carnage If you're a huge venom fan like me then you could have probably seen this one coming . Good old Eddie is still struggling to coexist with venom(like living and sharing your body isn't already impossible he's a freaking ALIEN)a serial killer becomes host to another symbiote and for crying out loud a killer and a man eater what a duo. Like talk about a match made in hell.So Good old Eddie and venom need to set aside their differences to save the world AGAIN🙄. At this point I'm so done because doesnt even know what hes doing for them and I always want to be appreciated even when I dont deserve it so I dont get how he does this.Guys like check it out and tell me.

The suicide squad.

If you're squeamish this movie definitely ain't for you.I mean I watched withal my siblings and I tell you no one was ready to eat after the movie even the hugest foodies in the family like....no words.In the movie the government sends the most dangerous supervillains in the world -- Bloodsport, Peacemaker, King Shark, Harley Quinn and others -- to the remote, enemy-infused island of Corto Maltese. Armed with high-tech weapons to find and destroy something in exchange for lighter sentences like 😑.And guess who does this the US government AS USUAL and when they get there after the crazy stuff they go through they find out that they're just covering up the government's mess.I know what you're going to say danie they're psycho killers danie but even they wouldn't perform experiments on other humans damn it some of them are products of experiments. Just watch it yourself otherwise you won't get what I'm ranting about.

Nothing more for this post more movies in the next post we can all agree I've ranted enough.

Trophie tracks

For me. As I said before God knows Im so into music there's almost no way back.And so to keep my post short here my trophie tracks

Butter.

I love this song so much I can't put it in words I could just

There's no saving me🤤.

Good 4 you.

Danie loves herself a good breakup song my obsession with this song I listen to it like almost every day.

PTD Permission To Dance

We don't need permission to dance that's all If I say more I'll ruin it.

Bad habits.

My 8 yr old brothers misheard lyrics led me to this one. Our house is so weird and I'm telling you it has the most... ummmh...just if you could hear the misheard lyrics. You'd be like

Ghost.

Considering how many deaths we've heard in the past few year all I honestly need to do is listen to this song that explains so many of our emotions. Because it's so hard to move on sometimes after we've been through something that we need to realize that the key to moving on isn't forgetting the past its accepting that its happened and making it apart of your present.

Slightly foodie

Now I'm hungry so heres a recipe for an easy lunch recipe, dessert and a quick dinner

Buddha bowls This is so easy and healthy all you need to is add

1 cup of maize

1/2 cup of beans

2 handfuls of lettuce

1 handful of onions

Then sprinkle with salt and pepper

And top with avocado (optional)

Ginger Tamarind ice pops.

Start by combining ginger Tamarind tea leaves in cold water

Then put this mixture into a saucepan

Let it boil and then add chocolate to taste

Then here I dont like to make ice pops personally so you can take it as tea.

But back to the ice pop recipe.

Let it cool then put it in the freezer for a considerably long time about 6 to 8 hrs.

Jamaica jerk chicken with sweet potatoes

In a large bowl toss chicken pieces with jerk seasoning

1/4 tsp salt and remaining tsp oil until coated

Arrange chicken in a pan and roast 25 mins or until juices run clear when thickest part of chicken is pierced with the tip of a knife.

Serve chicken with sweet potatoes and green onions .

Ok that dinner recipe ain't quick. APOLOGIES.

Dad Joke:

What did the snowflake say to the leaf?

You're so last season.

Eco friendly tip:

Using plastic bags is out of fashion🙄 and pollutes 🤢the environment so please a reusable bag🤓