#see you this weekend homeslices

[storminmyveins-archived]

Graphic design is my passion. lol just kidding it's a hobby where I literally don't know what the fk I'm doing.

[rldraws]

Just Tuesday Things

What is up, my internet homeslices? I hope you had a nice weekend. Mine was pretty great. Saturday was kind of a struggle, productivity-wise. However, I kicked several butts on both Friday evening and Sunday, so all is well. I have completed 2 chapters for the Church of Shadows rewrite! Let’s check the progress bar and see what that gets us. Looks like I owe y’all some audio! I need to check…

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tagged by @medievalswords ​thanks homeslice! i get lazy and forget to do things i’m tagged in but i saw this and just decided to do it in the moment so let’s go

10 songs ive been listening to lately

humpty - mitski

grace - florence + the machine

kilby girl - the backseat lovers

lose it - swmrs

everything - muna

black diamonds - big thief 

ode to divorce - regina spektor 

drinking games - silver sphere

mr brightside - the killers

i’m working so you don’t have to try - pity party girls club

social distancing meme - these are my two of choice

Are you staying home from work/school? yes i am! school is closed and online learning sucks a whole lot but we are surviving

If you’re staying home, who is with you? my mom and my dog! we all are very sick of and upset with each other at this point it’s honestly turning very sour.

Who would be your ideal quarantine mate? my best friend mar 10000% we have a close relationship and really get each other we’d never be bored. also my girlfriend because i miss her and wish we could be reading to each other and watching movies and cuddling :(

Are you a homebody? literally not at all. like on a scale of 1-10 a solid 0. i hate being at home so much i literally do schoolwork at libraries or cafes exclusively and spend my weekends out of the house except to sleep. i hate it here!

An event you were looking forward to that got canceled? my childhood best friend and i were supposed to go on a road trip and to a music festival the week of her graduation. two of my favorite artists were performing and it was going to be so fucking awesome and her graduation was two days after the festival and she’s only allowed to have like 4 or 5 people come for her and she gave me a ticket and i bought a dress for it and i’ve been looking forward to seeing her graduate since we were kids. that week was supposed to be amazing but the music festival and her graduation were both cancelled so not anymore :(

What movies have you watched recently? the spectacular now and its a bit of a cringy rom com but i love how it shows the difficulties of true human connection and even if you’re outgoing and seemingly happy social situations can still be challenging and all that jazz! it’s really hard to watch because some parts hit home but it’s pretty good

What shows are you watching? orange is the new black, rewatching killing eve + glee, and i just started watching tiger king w my gf! i also have been obsessed w the bon apetit test kitchen lately so please message me your favorite gifs of claire saffitz if you feel like it she’s such an angel i love her

What music are you listening to? mr. brightside on LOOP i wish i was kidding

What are you reading? i just finished the last lecture by randy pausch for a class, i’m reading le petit prince in french, and i plan to start rereading sharp objects and perks of being a wallflower. i’m planning to read the last two as inspiration for something i’m currently writing so i’m going to go slowly through them and take lots of notes about certain elements which will be very fun and hopefully help me w some ideas!

if you’re a mutual or just a follower and you feel like doing this go for it! took enough energy to write this and i’m tired so you can just say i tagged you!

[latestageyouth]

When you walk away (Nothing more to say)

chapter 5 - the inbetween lunch and dinner club

trigger warnings: sympathetic Remus and Deceit, detention, underage smoking, slight unsympathetic Patton, swearing, one mention of killing someone, a character stabbed another one in a hand with a pencil in the past (let me know if I missed something)

summary: Detention time, fellas

author’s note: hahaha i fricking hate this chapter what was i thinking?

"What do you mean you have detention?!" Avery shouted into the phone.

Damon rolled his eyes, already frustrated enough from school and Logan but not enough to raise his voice, "I mean I have detention. Like, for the whole week. Look, I'm sorry, okay?"

"Damon Horace Barnes, if you ever pull a stunt like that again-"

"I get it, I get it, I told you I'm sorry..." Damon glanced at the clock, "Look, I, uh, I have to go, I'll be late."

Avery sighed, "Fine...I love you though, you know that?"

Damon smiled softly, "Yes, A, I do know that. Bye,"

"Take care, you dumbass," Avery hung up. Damon put the phone back into his vest pocket and walked to the library, where detention was usually held. Thankfully, Ms. Watson wasn't there yet. Everyone's eyes stared at him as he entered, and he noticed some familiar faces, like Jenna or Remus, even Tyler was there, just the usual. He went to sit with Remus as he always did when he had detention, as Remus was almost always there. Remus threw an arm over his shoulder before he even sat down.

Damon looked him up and down, "So what was it this time?"

"Ah, you know, put a dead rat in Ty's locker."

"...I am not surprised. Did you even wash your hands after that?" He suspiciously eyed the hand thrown over his shoulder.

"No, why?" At these words, Damon slapped the hand away, rolling his eyes when Remus laughed.

"Disgusting, why am I friends with you?" Damon swept his shoulder. Remus leaned on him and put a head on his other shoulder.

"Aww, come on, Dee, you know you love me!"

Damon stared at him for a few seconds, before turning around to face Jenna and Tyler, an over-exaggerated smile on his face, "So, what are you two here for?"

"I stabbed him with a pencil, like, a few days ago," Jenna pointed at her twin's hand, which Damon noticed was bandaged.

"I cut her hair off with scissors, " Tyler gestured vaguely at Jenna, her pastel blue hair no longer being in their regular braids, it was too short to be even if Jenna tried.

"Before or after?"

"During," they said in unison. Before Damon could ask anything else, Ms. Watson walked in, making everyone stop whatever they were doing and look at her. She looked over all the tables, squinting her eyes.

"The usual, I see," She looked at the names list on the paper, then back at the bunch, "Where is-"

The door opened once more, revealing someone they never thought would get detention. Damon groaned and slammed his head on the table.

"Care to join us, Mr. Marley?" Ms. Watson spat bitterly.

Patton giggled nervously, "So sorry, Ms. I lost track of the time," he went to take a seat in the left front row.

Ms. Watson gave him a scowl, "I'll let you pass since it's your first. Now," she turned to the rest, "I am sure you know what you're here for, but I don't, so how about you write it down for me?" she put a stack of lined papers in front of Patton, "Pass it around. I have papers to grade, also very precise hearing, so shut the hell up and do your work, ya punks," she walked out of the library and left the door open.

"How is she still a teacher?" Jenna squinted her eyes and passed around the papers, taking one for herself.

Damon took the last two papers and passed one to Remus, "Are we actually gonna do this?"

Remus looked at him and shrugged, "Hmm, meh. Instead," he leaned in closer, just as Jenna and Tyler took their chairs and put them to their table, "How about we talk about the fact that Mister Pure Puffball is here? In detention? What the fuck did he do get detention?"

Tyler snorted, "Bet he forgot to do homework or some shit like that."

Jenna leaned on her elbow, "Or maybe...something more?" she smirked smugly. They all looked at Patton, who was writing with a blue pen with hearts on it, "We need to get that paper."

Damon huffed, "So what, we just walk up to him and take it?"

"Why not?"

"Because, Remus!" Jenna looked at the man in question, "He will tell the old hag, he's a teacher's pet."

Damon chuckled, "I mean, where's the lie, but exactly, he's a teacher's pet, what would a suck up like him do to get detention?"

Remus furrowed his eyebrows slightly, "I can think of a few things..." Damon looked at him, silent for a few seconds, before shanking it off. Remus groaned, "Screw this, everything is boring, I'm texting V," he pulled out his phone, paying no attention to the people around. Jenna and Tyler squinted their eyes at the action.

"...Right, so, I suggest we just wait for him to leave and take it, it's easy like that."

Jenna rolled her eyes, "And where do you think he will go, you idiot?"

Tyler looked back at her, "I dunno, to a bathroom, to the teach..." he waved his hand around. Damon leaned into the hand supporting his head.

"Bold of you to assume Watson will let him leave the room."

"I mean, he's a bootlicker, he'll get what he wants."

Damon raised his eyebrows, but couldn't help but nod. Jenna leaned in her chair, staring at the ceiling lights, silent as well. Meanwhile, Tyler went on and talked to someone in front of him that Damon didn't recognize. After a few minutes, Damon was so overcome with boredom the only thing he could do is reach into his bag and pull out a cigarette pack along with his yellow lighter. It didn't attract much attention until Remus noticed him.

"Yo, sharing is caring," he held out his hand. Damon rolled his eyes and gave Remus a cigarette. Remus already had a lighter himself.

Jenna coughed loudly to get Damon's attention, batting her lashes at him in an innocent manner.

"I am not giving you one," he said, but despite that, Jenna took one herself and thanked him anyway. He held up the lighter to the cigarette in Jenna's mouth, then lit his own.

"You can't smoke, let alone in school! What if the teacher sees you!"

The three looked at the one who dared to speak, meeting eye to eye with Patton. Remus snorted, "Like you aren't gonna tell her anyway."

Patton gripped his pen tighter, "I wouldn't tell her if you put it out now," he put on a smile that Damon and Remus could tell was obviously fake. Damon swore he heard someone whisper to get the popcorn and another snicker in return, but he paid it no mind, instead, he inhaled the smoke, before walking a few steps from his table and blowing it in Patton's face. Jenna giggled. Patton stood up, making Damon take a step back before remembering they had an audience, "That's it, I am telling Ms. Watson."

Everyone in the library silently watched as Patton made his way through the door, before exploding into muffled giggles and snickering that only increased when they heard the distant yelling of Ms. Watson. Then they heard heavy footsteps. The three immediately hid their cigarettes, Damon stepping on it while Remus and Jenna threw it out the window. Ms. Watson came as soon as they did. She looked over the kids, looking as innocent as a group of kids in detention could.

She turned back to Patton, "Now, I ain't seein' any smokes here, Marley, don't bother me with nonsense," she began walking back to her office.

"But Ms!" he turned to look at the three and rolled his eyes, "Whatever, at least you stopped smoking."

"Who said we stopped?" said Damon, already pulling out another three cigarettes, a smirk forming on his face as Patton groaned.

Tyler turned to look at Damon, Jenna and Remus, "So while you were all busy ruining your lungs, I goooot..." he browsed his phone, then turned it to face the three, "this."

Remus raised an eyebrow, "Expected," he whined, "He was always too chickenshit to do anything."

There, on the phone, was a photo of Patton's paper, which simply read: "I forgot my homework all week."

Jenna groaned, "Honestly, fellas, what did we even expect?" never bothered to answer the rhetorical question, "So, what now? Do we just, like, write the stuff?"

"How about we just skip the rest of the detention? I mean, surely Sanders doesn't have the guts to suspend us."

Remus shook his head sadly, "Can't, I promised Virgil I'll hang out with him this weekend and if I skip I'll have weekend detention."

"Who's Virgil?" Tyler asked and gave Remus a puzzled look, "Is he your boyfriend or something?"

And Remus didn't know whether he should've burst into laughter or blush like hell, using all his will to look unfazed by the question, "Nah, he's my homeslice," he smirked when the other three cringed at the word, "A new kid, so you won't know him."

"Yeah, got here, like, just a few weeks ago."

"In the middle of the school year? Don't you think that's really fucking shady?" Jenna butted her cigarette on the table.

"I mean," Damon looked at the spot at the table in front of him, "We don't really know why he transferred, something to do with his mom..."

"I bet she killed his dad or something."

The three other stared at Remus, unimpressed.

"What? He never wants to talk about him!" Remus tried to defend himself.

"Whatever," said Tyler and took his bag off of his chair, standing up, "I am ditching, you comin'?"

"Nah," said Damon. Jenna stood up and went along with Tyler, leaving the two behind.

Remus turned to face Damon, "And why didn't you leave me?"

Damon shrugged, "I actually think Sanders does have guts to suspend them."

Remus cooed, putting his head on the other's shoulder, "Aww, c'mon big guy, just admit that you care about me," he poked Damon's cheek. Damon huffed and rolled his eyes, but that didn't seem to throw Remus off, "C'moooon, admit it!" he said in a sing-songy tone too sweet to be coming out of his mouth.

"I absolutely do not," Damon looked at him.

Remus hugged him from the side, "I love you too, snake."

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh S4 Ep 4: Pegasus and His Unlimited Moxie

So, I’m finally back after that long--time--when I was sick, then busy, etc etc. Long story, I peaced out from social media for the large part, and my method for finding solace mostly involved watching so much  “big living in a tiny house.”

Those houses are so damn tiny.

And now I feel better, so lets get back to business.

Just FYI, this is a midweek post because this weekend I’ll be exploring a part of California I didn’t know existed before my friend was like “Napa’s booked, so we’re going South to do our wedding in the other wine country” and it’s like “the hell are you talking about other wine country?????”

So I might be driving to a large cardboard cutout of a winery, and me and 400 guests are going to just stand in front of it and pretend that it’s real for a couple days. This means that I will probably make only like maybe three updates this month and I’m just going to have to come to terms with that.

And in case you are wondering (you’re not) the bye bye bye mashup dance we’re doing for the wedding is going great. It’s really freakin great that the Seahawks decided to choose this week to steal our thunder, so now everyone at this wedding will think we’re just all really into Football. (I’m just telling you that because I feel a need to complain so thank you for listening.)

But anyway, it was a nice surprise amongst all this *stuff* I didn’t really want to do, that this particular episode of Yugioh is pretty great. Like...guys we get Pegasus, we get Kaiba having a meltdown, we get PEGASUS. Like I forgot how much I like Pegasus.

So first off, Yugi and friends decided to watch the news about the whole shpeal from last episode, probably because each and every one of them was certain they all shared the same collective fever dream.

Something to note about Yugioh is they use a lot of near future tech, and I don’t know how much of that sci-fi goes completely over the heads of kids nowadays since this has become so normal. But yo, people in 2002 were still using AOL.

A lot has changed in 10 years. Just let that sink in, babies in the back.

(read more under the cut)

Also, please turn your entire attention over to this

Man.

the weird orange cookie on this painting is what really gets to me. It looks like a handmade soap. Because in order to soothe my soul during this stressful month I also watched a lot of cold-process soap making videos.

*quickly looks up to see if there’s Yugioh Soap*

Yeah that doesn’t exist. Hey do you think that if I sent in a Yugioh soap design into Royalty Soaps she’d actually make it? I mean, she did Studio Ghibli. This is just Studio Ghibli but on fire and with terrible hair and actually very different.

(And yes, I did, just now, in fact, make a soap design that I’m absolutely mailing to Royalty Soaps. I’ll put it at the end. No idea what it should smell like, mostly because the last thing I want to do when watching Yugioh is think about how ANY of this smells.)

See, tangents like this are why I don’t have more time.

Anyway, Yugi recalls that he was supposed to *do a thing* but also recalls that he was given really no instructions at all.

When something absolutely wonderful happens.

Y’all I was like shouting at the screen “BE A TAPE BE A TAPE BE A TAPE” and lo and behold:

Dude. Pegasus is such freakin mastermind. Remember that this show started out with them streaming video on a computer, and what did he decide to do? He sent them a tape. Pegasus knows FULL WELL how much they want to see this tape but at the same time...don’t want to watch this tape, and what follows is everyone deciding if they should or should not open Pandora’s box. A Pandora’s box they opened once before and then murdered Grandpa entirely by accident.

I can’t believe they sat on this joke for four seasons. It’s such a freakin good joke.

So of course it’s the same kid who once decided it would be a great idea to put together a puzzle that came in a box that said “WARNING THIS GODAWFUL THING KILLS PEOPLE” who decided to just stick this in the VCR when everyone else was fighting and no one was looking.

And, this is not a joke, this is literally how Pegasus decided to open this tape by scolding him for not keeping in touch when Pegasus tried to kill them not once but multiple times back on murder island. Pegasus thinks this deserves him at least a Christmas card.

Something that’s also very Pegasus is that he um--doesn’t even bother wearing an eyepatch nowadays. He’s just got...one eye now...just an empty socket that he covers with bangs and is like “ya I dare you not look at it.”

And then on, this kid’s show, they basically go through the checklist of things that are “things a child abductor would ask you to do”

And that’s it. That’s the whole tape. It’s the end of the world and Pegasus wants to get one last good prank in before it all goes belly up.

And it worked really good on Joey. But unfortunately, did not seem to phase Yugi.

And then after this, the show gets very sidetracked by some side characters that are...they still exist.

First of all, how much did Weevil spend on a bug drone? Like...what’s this guy’s day job?

Second of all, Rex and Weevil live on some weird brain plane, where they’re pretty sure that the upper echelon of card people are all in love with eachother (which, I don’t blame them, I’ve seen tumblr, it does give that impression if you’ve never watched this show). What they don’t realize is how badly each of the upper echelon of card people want to murder the Hell out of eachother, wipe eachother’s brains, and blow eachother up on a 6000 ft tower on an abandoned island.

so I guess...Unfortunately...Rex and Weevil are...still with us. Their reasoning is kind of weird--they want super good cards--but like...what’s the point of having super good cards if you’re still Rex and Weevil? Rex is so bad at cards we didn’t even get to see him lose in S2.

Also, the biker gang is back, and I still don't know their font color because they’re in dim lighting in this scene so I’ll just use these temporary font colors for now.

So, having done his one last good Joke (and maybe the only good joke that Pegasus has ever made) Pegasus decided to sit and wait for someone to do a murder on him. I mean he’s not psychic anymore, but he’s figured he’s screwed enough people that this was how he was going to go out anyway.

Mai....Valentine....

So I guess she’s back for another season? It’s weird, she made one cameo and then that was it for this episode, but it was very clearly Mai Valentine. Bro brought up that they had to make her a villain again, because she’s literally their only girl villain and I was like “no that’s, not right they’ve got...” and then I kinda sat there for a couple of seconds and I realized “oh dude there’s only been one girl villain so far in all of Yugioh!” and he was like “YEP.”

Because both of us completely forgot about Rebecca until I wrote this in this post and he was double checking it just now. My apologies to the Rebecca stans.

And then Yugi decided to let us know something extremely disturbing about his curse. The showed played it off like this was a cute thing you would want to have happen. But no. No one would ever want this.

Ho boy! They share FEELINGS?

So like...

...bear with me here--when Yugi is scared, Pharaoh gets scared. When Yugi is tired, Pharaoh feels tired. When Yugi has a complete meltdown basically every single day, Pharaoh reaches for his Tums. So um...I have to ask the question...

So who’s dating Tea? Yes, I know the real answer is neither of them, but who is the one that keeps bringing forth this ship that this show is supposed to be shipping? Both of them??? I mean they have the same feelings, and before I was like, well, I’m sure Pharaoh just kinda turns around and watches brain TV when Yugi and Tea talk about...deadlifting, or whatever she’s into, but nah he’s like...he’s got the same feelings as Yugi.

Does that just...never bother them? Like...they never get jealous? Ever?

It’s so freakin weird.

This whole sequence was Yugi being like “You can’t keep a secret from me Pharaoh, I will instantly know since I can feel you lying to me” and it’s like hot damn that’s a big lore drop that they just hop and skip away from.

So the next day they go to the airport and just go unsupervised to a foreign country.

This makes complete sense on Gramps’ part, because he was exploring Egyptian caves most of his life, so in comparison, California is baby town and Yugi would be fine. Clearly Gramps doesn’t know enough about Oakland.

Then again, Grandpa spent a very long and mysterious time in the Middle East raiding so many tombs and stealing an entire artifact that contains the whole history of a lost age of Egypt and an actual Pharaoh’s soul so like...probably wouldn’t get you past TSA in 2002. He’d send off like every red flag warning in the airport.

Give me an Air Joey spinoff this instant, Yugioh, you cowards.

It’ll be just like Wings, except all the pilots are very bad at their job and haunted by multiple ghosts.

There’s a very long pissing segment where there was no piss, but Rex begging Weevil to let him piss in the airplane. It’s about as much as you can expect out of a Rex and Weevil segment. And like, basically at this point, Rex and Weevil are married, yet this ship is never, not once, ever surfaced in my feed of fanart I see out of y’all.

And I don't blame you.

Now, when we get to California, we find out that Croquet either went completely gray or was replaced with an identical twin and also...

GUYS IT’S MY HOMESLICE.

Which doesn’t really look like this, PS.

So bro has already told me that they’re going to San Fransisco next episode or so (OMG I’m so excited to talk about it), so this is absolutely supposed to be SFO in the show. (maaaybe Oakland Airport? But I super doubt it)

Most people outside of CA don’t know the vast scale of Bay Area and that the San Fransisco Airport is not very well named since it is...not close to San Fransisco at all.

So, I’m going to guess that the show thinks they landed directly in the heart of SF. With the way this vista looks, I think they basically just painted the view from north of Downtown. Which is especially fun because that is a pretty bougie community and the thought of having just a major airport smack in the middle of it makes my heart warm and fuzzy because they have voted out an affordable housing community SO many more times than is morally acceptable. Serves you right, here’s your international airport across the street.

But Bro has warned me ahead of time that this season makes absolutely no sense geography wise...and I’m pretty stoked for that.

And then, as if reading my mind, Tea removes Rex and Weevil from the show, yet again.

Incredible that they got through customs like that, but they did arrive on a private plane, and maybe customs are different for them? I...don’t think it would be, even for a private plane, everyone has to go through customs. But, it’s a kids show, so Rex and Weevil snuck into America in a luggage bag, just like how Fox News warned us about.

Then again, I imagine that the customs agent was like “yo there’s two human bodies stuffed in here!????” and was like “ohhhhh wait, it’s a Pegasus’ plane. That adds up. Ya.” and just let it through.

Time for a classic Kaiba meltdown sequence, where he puts on a show of being really competent but is in reality acting like a stack of screaming cats in a purple trench coat.

Mokuba just working overtime to keep this ship afloat because man.

And then this next part isn’t a joke I made up--Kaiba only took as long as it took to monologue for five seconds about his reputation before doing this:

It’s more than possible that the translators have no idea who Roland is, and unlike me, isn’t keeping tabs on Roland every second that green haired fourthKaiba is on screen.

So Pegasus decides to give Kaiba a call on his video phone--because again he only saves the Panasonic Camcorder for spooking Yugi.

Pegasus could have just *called* Yugi the entire time, lol.

Anyway, without the camcorder, Pegasus now has room to stretch out his legs and stick his feet directly in the screen like the end of the world wasn’t less than 2 days ago.

And the show isn’t telling us why or how this is happening after the whole Mai thing that happened. But it’s nice to know that even when Pegasus may be absolutely held up against his will, he still freakin slays.

Youknow, Pegasus does more in this one episode to remind me that “oh yeah, Pegasus was my favorite character this whole time” than anyone else and he did in like two calls, sitting in a chair behind his desk, just screwing with people to screw with them.

And what I enjoy about Pegasus is that, although he had his eyeball removed--he’s still a freakin asshole. He still super sucks. I had a lot of questions about “how much of Pegasus being the worst was the eyeball?” And apparently the answer was “VERY little, this guy is just the freakin worst. Didn’t need to be cursed at all.”

And so, Yugioh doesn’t really do transformation sequences--unless you count when Yugi sometimes goes “yugiohhhhhh” and then to everyone else looks virtually the same. Instead Yugioh does gear up sequences.

Where we find out that Seto promised Mokuba he wouldn’t play cards anymore until he was done building all those theme parks.

I guess it’s unfortunate for Mokuba that this whole Pegasus end of the world thing happened out of nowhere and also unfortunate for Mokuba that Kaiba can build card-themed theme parks Really Quickly. I think Mokuba was banking on it taking an entire lifetime to build a park but youknow, looking at how many sequels of Yugioh there are...eh, Mokuba should have instead dared Seto to give up dueling until he finished a single semester of public school. Then those cards would have stayed buried.

Hey um...did Kaiba add hip spikes on this purple coat since Season 2? I don’t remember him having those.

Good thing I write a blog and I can check. Time for some time travel to Season 2.

Ah, yes, the hip spikes were not there in Season 2. So, at some point in between then and now, Kaiba looked at this old ass coat hanging in his closet and was like “Not Enough Butt Spikes!” and just glued em on there.

But anyway, back to Season 4...

I’m pretty sure this is one of the doors from Evangelion.

And so, off they go, straight to their death, in the world’s most un-aerodynamic vehicle.

Really glad that Dragon Plane seems to have become a permanent character, as it would if you spent 10 million dollars building a dragon plane that can’t possibly fly using real world physics.

So, Yugi and Co are going to California, and Seto is going to Season One.

And I guess Bakura was like “Oi! Loves! Is every body ready for me to murder them?” and Gramps was like “sorry, they’re getting murdered by Pegasus today” and he was like “bloody hell, every time.”

Anyway, if you just got here, this is a link to read all these recaps from the beginning, in chrono order--it’s a lot of content, and I can’t believe I spent this much time doing this.

And because you’re curious, here’s the soap design that will get absolutely rejected by Royalty Soaps because they say they like to watch anime but they also pronounced “Ghibli” wrong like over 20 times on that one video so I have a strong feeling this is not their brand.

[believingbrook]

taakitz hanahaki, 2

warnings/tags for fic series: terminal illness, angst with a happy ending (yes he’ll be fine), grief. please don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with these concepts, take care of yourself!

“How do you not have cumin?”

“I’m a bachelor, Taako!”

“That’s not an excuse to keep a pathetic pantry!”

“Pathetic — ” Kravitz sputters, but Taako raps his knuckles with a wooden spoon and points the butt toward the door, not bothering to look over the bowl of spices he’s crafting.

“You. Cumin.”

“It’s cold outside.”

Taako snorts. “You’re a big boy, and also freezing eighty percent of the time. It’ll hardly register.” He uncaps the cinnamon, sprinkles in a liberal dose. “Besides, the corner store is a two-minute walk. Make yourself useful.”

Grinning, Kravitz obliges, shrugs on a coat and a scarf and his boots and complains the whole way out the door. He shuts it behind him with a parting jab about how he’s going to get hypothermia and die and Taako’s resulting snort.

It is indeed a six-minute excursion to buy cumin. When he returns, purchased goods in hand, he passes them to Taako, the top of Taako’s braid brushing beneath his chin. He’s a good head taller than Taako and always thought that, if he were to kiss him, his hands would nestle perfectly in the small of Taako’s back.

“I realize, in retrospect, that sending someone out to get ingredients when they’ve got, uh, pneumonia, is — that’s probably a bad look.”

Kravitz blinks, then waves an airy hand through the air. “Like you said. I’m a big boy.”

“Yeah,” Taako says, as close to an apology as Kravitz is going to get. “Like I said. Hey, preheat the oven, will you? 350.”

Kravitz obliges. “Celsius or Fahrenheit?”

He laughs as Taako swats at him with the spoon again, dancing out of Taako’s reach with his tongue stuck out. “Disgusting,” Taako mutters, and sticks out his tongue to match.

Kravitz settles himself in his armchair, flipping idly through an old tome while Taako cooks. It’s a pleasant backdrop while he absorbs this new story (and yes, it’s one of those trashy romance novels that Taako hates but Kravitz refuses to abandon), the sizzling and splashing and decadent aroma wafting through their apartment.

Finally Taako clanks whatever he’s prepared into the oven — Kravitz isn’t even totally sure what, exactly, Taako is making, except that his kitchen smells faintly of garlic and he’d tugged two breasts of chicken out of Kravitz’s freezer, jabbing him on how he couldn’t even freeze chicken right, because he’d stored them too close to the icebox — and slumps onto the sofa with a huff.

That’s Taako’s corner of the sofa, or at least Kravitz thinks of it that way; it’s where he always sits, and in his more fanciful moments Kravitz can make out a Taako-shaped dip in the mattress. As is his custom Taako gathers all the pillows and blankets within reach and shuffles them over his lap, laying his head dramatically on the armrest.

“Hey, uh, your sister back this weekend?’

“Yeah.” Kravitz sets his book aside. Taako and Raven got along fine in the beginning, but since — well, since Kravitz’s affliction, she’s turned colder toward him. He jokes that she hates anyone who isn’t goth, and Taako ribs him about adoring Gerard Way and the t-shirts emblazoned with Amy Lee’s face still hanging in his closet, and they don’t talk about it. “Just in time for the party.”

“Natch.” Taako sprawls along the couch cushions, head resting on one crooked elbow. His hair spills in a golden weave over the threads of Kravitz’s couch and for one impulsive moment Kravitz wants to reach out, thread his fingers through that hair, find out how soft it really is.

“She saved my life, you know,” Kravitz says.

“Huh?”

“Raven. When we were kids.” He hadn’t meant to say that, hadn’t truly thought it out, but Kravitz hates that his sister and Taako don’t get along. That they don’t get along because of him. Out of everyone in their little family, Taako and Raven’s icy relationship is surpassed only by his and Lucretia’s. “I used to love swimming.”

“I could deffo get behind you in Spandex.”

Kravitz’s heart clenches. “I was eleven, Taako.”

Taako rolls over, quirks an eyebrow at him upside-down. “When’s the last time you went swimming, Krav?”

“Thirteen years ago.”

There’s a pause as Taako does the math. His eyes widen briefly, before narrowing again. Kravitz clears his throat. “I jumped in the river because there was something shiny at the bottom. And I was pretty good at swimming — this was back when I was a kid, and Raven was just a teenager, she took me to the river sometimes because she knew I loved it.” Kravitz drums his fingers against his thigh. “There was a current beneath the river. I almost drowned, but Raven — she pulled me out.”

Taako studies him. “Touching,” he says dryly. “Why are you telling me this?”

“It’s been ten years,” Kravitz says. “There’s little you don’t know about me already.” Kravitz stills his anxious hands. “Also I know you don’t like my sister and I hate it.”

“Shit, me too.” Taako looks toward the ceiling and crosses his legs. “We got along just fine until junior year, then she got all weird.”

Kravitz bites his lip. “Yeah, I know.”

There’s silence for a beat, then Taako rolls his head toward Kravitz and sits up. “Kravitz,” he says dangerously.

“What?”

“Give me that.”

He’s looking at Kravitz’s book. He snatches it up and holds it to his chest. “No.”

“Do not make me come over there and get it, Kravitz.”

“You’re gonna make fun of it!”

“Oh you know I am,” Taako says, hefting himself to his feet. He perches on one arm of the sofa and stares Kravitz down. “Hand it over, I just wanna read the back.”

Kravitz holds it tighter to his chest. “Don’t you have cooking to be doing?”

Taako snatches for it, but Kravitz twists out of the way. “It’s in the oven, bubbeleh, it’s not my problem for at least another fifteen minutes. Plenty of time to do some investigating.” He shuffles onto Kravitz’s lap and grabs again, but Kravitz holds the book tighter.

“This is awfully rude, Taako.”

Taako grins a sharp shark’s grin. “That’s me,” he says, pleased, and digs his fingers into Kravitz’s sides. “Rude and uncivilized.”

Kravitz lets out an extremely undignified squeak. “Oh come on — !” Kravitz snickers, trying to squirm away from Taako’s fingers and failing. “This isn’t fair, we aren’t fifteen — ha — oh come on, this isn’t fair — ”

He breaks away to snort, curling in on himself in a last-ditch defensive attempt. “Oh no you don’t,” Taako says, and even though Kravitz is currently occupied resisting the urge to throw Taako off his lap (he could and they both know it — Taako never was athletic, ‘too much effort’), he can hear the smile in Taako’s voice. “C’mon, Bones, I just wanna read it — ”

“You’re gonna make fun of me!”

“Perish the thought,” Taako says, and finds a sensitive spot along Kravitz’s sides and digs his fingers in. Kravitz rears backward, trying to wriggle away, but Taako snatches the book from his hands.

Kravitz laughs breathlessly, recomposing himself. The air brushes along the petals in his throat and he coughs once, twice, before clearing his throat and declaring, “I hate you.”

“You could never,” Taako says smugly, still perched atop Kravitz’s knees.

“I hate that my tickle spots are the same after ten years,” Kravitz grumbles, burying his face in Taako’s chest. “I’m an adult now, those shouldn’t still work!”

“Not how biology works, homeslice,” Taako says absently, pinching Kravitz’s nose with the hand not occupied holding the back cover in front of his face. Kravitz shakes his head to dislodge Taako’s fingers, smacks Taako’s hand away. “Oh my god, Kravitz.”

Kravitz groans, low and defeated.

“This is awful. This is awful, how do you — a horse? Why is this — is this a gay cowboy story?” Taako tucks two fingers beneath his chin and tugs his face up, brandishing the book at him with the other. “Are you reading a — a fuckin’ homosexual Western?”

“It’s a good genre,” Kravitz defends, blushing furiously. He snatches for the book, but Taako dances out of the way. He’s always been faster than Kravitz. “I don’t need you critiquing my taste in literature.”

“Listen — okay, no, first of all, you definitely do, because this is unacceptable and second, literature? This cannot be called literature, Kravitz! Literature has the word “lit” in and therefore by default cannot be applied to anything you read!”

“I’ve read the draft of your cookbook.”

Taako freezes, then hits him lightly in the chest with his own book. “Take your trash back,” he sulks. “Can’t sully my hands with it anymore.”

“You know I’m right, Taako!”

“I will confess to no such thing.”

“You don’t need to,” Kravitz sing-songs, leaning forward, bracing his elbows on Taako’s knees. “I already know everything I need to.”

Taako stares him dead in the eyes, then pokes his nose. “False. I — I don’t have anything better than false, and also fuck you.”

Kravitz goes to lick his finger and Taako yanks it back, retching. “You’re disgusting!”

“Learned it from Lup,” Kravitz shrugs, grinning unabashedly up at him. “Your sister, your fault.”

“No, that’s not even — you are so far off,” Taako says, disentangling himself from Kravitz’s lap and going to check on the kitchen. “By that logic that means you also gotta blame me for trying to set you up with Barold during freshman year and I want no part of that.”

“I think that worked out for Lup in the end, though,” Kravitz says, standing and stretching. “Chicken done?”

“Almost,” Taako says, putting the oven mitts back. It’d taken Kravitz four years to drill organization into Taako’s head — in this flat everything has a place and will be returned there, thank you. “Five minutes or so.”

“How long until people arrive?”

“You have a clock on your wrist.”

Kravitz sprawls out over the couch and grins cheekily at him. “Too far away.”

“You’re awful,” Taako says, rolling his eyes where Kravitz can see him. “We’ve got half an hour.”

“Cool.” He sits back, studies the ceiling, then picks his head up again. “Hey, could you grab Angus’s present? It’s in my closet.”

“Are you trying to put me back in the closet?”

“And you say my gay jokes are awful.”

Taako pauses, considering. “Okay, yeah, that one was pretty bad. What will you give me in return?”

Kravitz shrugs. “My undying love and affection?”

Taako snorts. “Disgusting,” he says, but tromps obligingly into Kravitz’s room. “Your room’s a mess!”

“Is not!”

“Your bed isn’t made, and there’s dust on the windowsill!”

Kravitz rolls his eyes. “I’m sorry I don’t dust my bedroom often enough for your tastes!”

He hears a muttered “you should be,” then silence. Kravitz closes his eyes, the delicious scent of garlic and rosemary wafting around the kitchen, and waits for Taako’s returning footsteps.

They return, far slower than they should. Kravitz sits up, and when he looks toward the entryway, Taako is carrying a jar of rose petals.

Ice chills in Kravitz’s veins.

“Taako?”

Taako doesn’t say anything as he crosses the room. Kravitz stiffens, scoots over to make room, and Taako sits, face eerily blank. This time, Taako doesn’t bother with his nest of blankets.

“What are these?”

“Petals,” Kravitz says, and in an attempt at lightheartedness says “I’d have thought you’d know that, Taako, your father is a gardener — ”

“Kravitz.”

Kravitz’s heart plummets to his stomach. Taako looks at him and Kravitz can’t hold his gaze, so he looks away, looks to the table still scuffed with bootprints from Taako’s uncaring kicked-up legs.

“Why do you keep them?”

His voice is perfectly even. Taako’s voice is never even. “I like them,” he shrugs. “I know that sounds, uh, fucked up, but — they remind me what I’m — ” He swallows, cuts himself off. “Are you angry?”

Taako ignores his last question. “Yeah, that’s pretty fucked up,” he says. He sets the jar on the table, lips pressed firmly together, eyes still shadowed with something Kravitz can’t quite understand. “You know, I don’t think I’ll ever understand you, Kravitz.”

“Taako, you still know me.”

“He’s a lucky guy.” This time, he’s the one who won’t meet Kravitz’s gaze. “Whoever he is.”

Kravitz blinks. “Taako, it isn’t — it isn’t some guy, it’s — ”

“Don’t.”

“Taako— ”

Taako’s voice is harsh with warning. “Don’t, Kravitz.”

Taako sits up, shoulders tense and gaze fixed rigid on the unlit fireplace in the wall. His jaw is locked tight and Kravitz feels like he can’t breathe and for once, it isn’t the damned garden coating his windpipe.

“Okay,” Kravitz says softly. “Okay, I won’t. Are you all right?”

Taako barks out a laugh, hands fisting in his jeans. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

It doesn’t sound like a compliment.

“I’ve been told,” Kravitz murmurs. He looks toward the fireplace as well. “The chicken’s probably done.”

Taako blinks. “Right,” he says, and stands. “Right. Yeah, it probably is.”

He stands. Kravitz hears the oven door open, shut, metal clanking against metal. There’s a beep of an interior thermometer; a pause, then the rhythmic sound of chopping.

Kravitz’s chest is tight now, too, something uncomfortably heavy pressing on his sternum. This is why he hadn’t said anything. He knew this was going to happen, knew that when Taako found out he would get scared, and he would leave.

Kravitz wants to run, badly. Wants to flee his own flat, take refuge with Hurley and Sloane. Maybe call Julia and see if her dining room table has room for one more, if she’s got tea steeping.

But too many people have left Taako already and if Kravitz leaves now he’ll smash the last of the wooden slats he hasn’t already burned. Instead he forces himself to stand, walk over to his own counter. He — he needs Taako to know this, at least.

“This isn’t your fault, Taako.”

His back is turned toward Kravitz and it stiffens at the words. There’s a pause in the rhythm of his chopping and it lulls, just for a moment; then Taako says, with a voice so unaffected Kravitz startles to hear it, “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, my man.”

His heart drops. “Ah,” Kravitz says. In the end, he tells himself, it’s better than it could be — he could have lost Taako entirely. He can keep pretending nothing’s wrong. He — he wouldn’t mind.

Inside his throat, the roses bloom, stretching their petals a bit farther. The prickling feeling of seeds taking root trickles farther up his windpipe and he fights the urge to retch, balling a fist against his mouth and blinking back involuntary tears.

“I think Lup bought Ango trick candles,” Taako says after a while. He slides the diced carrots off the chopping board, drops them in the bowl with a brisk flick of his wrist. “I don’t even think — don’t think she needs them, to be honest. She could just relight ‘em as soon as they go out.”

“He’d realize though,” Kravitz says carefully. “He’s very intelligent.”

“He’ll figure out they’re trick candles pretty fast too,” Taako says sharply. “But yeah. Don’t freak when they keep burning.”

“I won’t.”

Taako hums absently. His back is still turned. He pulls three full tomatoes out of his bag and sets about slicing those. “How long do we have?”

“Fifteen minutes.”

“Cool cool.”

“Do you need help?”

Taako snorts. “Not from you, my man.”

Kravitz bites his lip. He doesn’t know what to say, and that’s what gets him more than anything else — he doesn’t know what to do. He’s never had to dance around Taako. The sort of easy honesty that grew between them was present from the very start, and Kravitz has uprooted it. He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know how to smooth things out into the easy camaraderie of before.

“Still got Magnus’s ducks?”

“Yeah,” Kravitz says. “Those were in the closet, too. Did you — did you grab Angus’s — ”

“Nah, got a little sidetracked.” Taako brushes a lock of hair out of his face with one shoulder. “Just be warned, I think he’s bringing some more. Takes every chance he can get to, uh, fuckin’ frisbee them at people he knows.”

“I’ll clear more space then,” Kravitz says, and leaves.

He means to grab the present and head back to the kitchen, he really does; but alone, the full weight of Taako’s stubborn denial weighs on him and he sinks to his knees on the patchwork carpet of his closet. He fights to keep his breathing even, he can’t afford to cry because then he’ll start coughing, and that —

He retches. One hand flies to his mouth and the other scrambles for the closet door, pulling it shut. The light spilling in from his bedroom ceases, leaving him in the dark, and Kravitz struggles to keep his coughs as quiet as possible.

It’s different now, this — the petals he’s coughing up seem larger, fuller somehow, and Kravitz’s eyes sting. Gods, he doesn’t want to deal with anyone right now, doesn’t want to deal with Taako. He hopes he’s not audible from the kitchen.

After several minutes the fit passes and Kravitz, now able to breathe easier, slumps back against the wall. He stares into the darkness, the faint halo of light around his door, and buries his head in his hands. Crying is out of the question, he’s too drained — he couldn’t muster tears even if he wanted them — so he dashes a hand across his eyes, his lips, reaching shakily for the water bottle Raven keeps tucked in the back corner. He unscrews it, hands still trembling, and takes a large drink to calm himself.

Kravitz counts thirty seconds, slumped against the wall, hands shaking where he’s folded them in his lap, eyes closed despite the darkness around him. Then he shuts the water bottle, replaces it, and opens the closet door, present in hand.

Scattered around him are full roses’ heads.

Kravitz doesn’t breathe, for several moments. Nothing blocking his windpipe; just shock.

It can get worse, he knows. Progress from petals to full flowers, when love is unrequited. This is what most experts call the point of no return; he probably couldn’t get surgery now, even if he wanted.

His only thought is how upset Raven will be. He hates when she worries.

He kneels, touches the head of one gently. There are at least ten, a dozen petals on each head, and scattered around him are no less than six. He thinks, I’m going to need a larger jar.

For now the smaller ones will have to do. He uncaps one — he and Raven keep them on the top shelf — and shovels them in, careful to leave their heads undamaged. He looks to the windowsill where he kept his jars, looks toward the kitchen where he can hear Taako still chopping, rhythm undaunted, then places this new jar on the sill.

“Find it?” Taako asks, when Kravitz reenters the kitchen.

“Yeah,” Kravitz rasps. One of Taako’s ears flick back toward him, though he himself does not move. Kravitz clears his throat and tries again, voice far more pleasantly full this time.

Five minutes pass in silence before the doorbell rings. Just before Kravitz opens it he hears Taako take a deep breath and glances over to find him arched over his cutting board, knuckles white around the knife.

Kravitz opens the door, a bright smile already in place.

[artfullycurs]

hey, it’s your friendly neighborhood blob named Bloo~ here’s a lil bit about my son, Zeke!

⸢ BOOBOO STEWART, 25, CISMALE, HE/HIM ⸥ — well, that looks like ( EZEKIEL “ZEKE” GRAHAM ), that ( GRAPHIC DESIGN STUDENT ) living over in ( SOUTH CONGRESS ). they’ve called austin home for ( 3 YEARS ) now, and i hear you can usually find them at ( HOMESLICE ). people say they’re ( BIG-HEARTED ) and ( PASSIONATE ), but that they also can be a bit ( AWKWARD ) and ( UNWORLDLY ). they remind me of ( LATE NIGHTS HEAVY WITH THE SCENT OF COFFEE, HANDS SMUDGED WITH CHARCOAL, FLUSTERED GRINNING ). — ⸢ BLOO, SHE/THEY, 23, CST ⸥

BIOGRAPHY:

TRIGGER WARNING: Death mention.

Zeke was born in the bustling city of New Orleans though he barely remembers it. The clearest memory of his early years were when he spent afternoons in his mama’s flower shop, helping arrange bouquets until his pops got home from work. The second clearest memory? When the storms came... the small family had tried their best to escape it, but the storm landed too quickly, and they were too late. That week, Zeke lost everything he’d known up to that point was lost to the floods, including his mama, whom was swept away from his and his pops’ hands while they were trying to hold onto the roof of that old shop, trying to wave down rescuers. For a while, all that came afterward was a blur.

The next thing he knew, they were in a completely new place, almost empty-handed -- the government at least proveded him and his pops a new apartment they didn’t have to pay for for a year, secured a job for his pops at the VA hospital in nearby Muskogee. While Tulsa wasn’t awful, gone were the familiar bayous he’d grown up being surrounded by, the blaring sun that brought people out of their houses and onto the streets, all the how y’all doin’s, the smiles on all faces young and old. Despite the sadness that swelled inside, Zeke kept a positive mental attitude. He came to also love the rolling hills, the endless plains that swallowed up the landscape wherever people weren’t.

The few years he’d spent outside, playing ball with neighboring kids on old lots in New Orleans came full circle when he joined the baseball team during high school, and boy, was he good at it. Within a year’s time, he qualified for the varsity league and, two years after that, his school had taken the state championship trophy home for the first time. Of course, everyone came flocking for the winning boys after that, but Zeke had his mind set at the time on taking a few years off to help his old man with the bills. Four years of working odd jobs around the city, he’d saved enough money to move them out and back somewhere south. Though his pops didn’t want to go back to New Orleans, per se, they played a little throwing dart roulette and found a new destination in Austin, Texas.

As soon as they’d settled in that summer, Zeke strode right into the dugouts of both St. Edwards University and the University of Texas to try out, prove that his powerful strikes at bat and the way he ran like there was no tomorrow were still intact even though he hadn’t been back on the field for a while. Though both were willing to give a full ride scholarship for his skills, he chose St. Edward’s in the end; while it wasn’t a top tier university by any means, the moment he met their coach and saw the way their team’s dynamic worked, he knew he wanted to be there to help them grow, knew that they would help him grow.

Three years in, and he loves how things are right now. He not only is the right-hand man to the curren team captain, but a new passion had kick out most of the darkness that lived inside his soul and replaced it: art. Something about the quirkiness of the city’s layout, the way even the busiest streets always were alive and full of color inspired something within. Even though most of his afternoons are spent washing dishes and sometimes bussing tables at Home Slice, Zeke can’t help but take late night, or weekend if he has time off between games, strolls and drives on his bike just to see the variation in design from building to building, street to street. He’s beginning to call this place home.

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WANTED CONNECTIONS:

ROOMMATES (2-3 PEOPLE): His dad lives over on the outskirts of the city towards San Marcos, so he needs a place to stay while over at South Congress and, well, rent isn’t cheap when you’re along one of the busiest streets in the city. Anyone that’s a student in the area could be his roomie tbh, Zeke isn’t picky! He’s a pretty chill dude that’s barely there most days, always practicing or working to help pay the rent. Only times he really is around is to cook breakfast (his main duty lbr), tidy up the common area and wash dishes when it’s his turn, and sleep.

BASEBALL TEAMMATES (& ALUMNI), BASEBALL PLAYERS/LOVERS: There’s nothing like America’s favorite pastime to bring people together, especially when it comes being on the team itself. Zeke’s taken and given advice all three years he’s been playing for the school, and I’d love to see a mixture of interactions over the sport. So even if they’re not at St. Edward’s, he’s all about helping other people reach their potential, and just talking about the game in general?? Like. Lbr, one of his perfect dating scenarios is going to the batting cages and competing over who can make the most successful bats... or, well. Helping someone make power hits like him since that involves getting physically close to assist their form and he’s cheesy like that.

REGULARS AT HOME SLICE PIZZA: To say the least, Zeke’s part of one of the friendliest kitchen staff on the block. There’s even an award for that, no joke. Even though most of his time is spent behind the scenes, washing dishes and drying them out to stack onto the shelves so they’re ready to go for cooks and servers, he’s been on the floor to help pick up dirty dishes once people leave, clean and clear out tables for the next group coming in. Breaks are usually spent on the back patio, where he loves to look at the lights and colorful decorations, gather inspiration to journal and sketch about. Feel free to have people chat him up while he’s there!

hit me up at @dagohoydared#8007 on Discord if you wanna plot!

[qtaro-qujo]

i dare you to do all of them

Your wish is my command buddy pal homeslice breadslice dawg friend

1.Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend? 

Yes and no?? I’m questioning rn 

2.When did your last hug take place? 

Yesterday 

3.Are you a jealous person? 

Yes but I’m working on it 

4.Are you tired right now? 

Hell yea 😎

 5.Do you chew on your straws?

 All the time

 6.Have you ever been called a tease?

 …ye s and I was NOT pleased

7.Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? 

Yes 

8.Do you cry easily?

 YEP 

9.What should you be doing right now? 

Writing an interview and working on my speech 

10.Are you a heavy sleeper? 

Hell yes I have slept for nearly 30 hours in one weekend

11.Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months? 

Yea probably

12.Are you mad at someone right now? 

I really had to think abt this one and I’m not genuinely pissed at anyone, just like…miffed

13.Do you believe in love? 

Yes, but not necessarily in my ability 

14.What makes you laugh no matter what? 

My friends, memes, shitposts, and my own bad decisions 

15.Who was the last person you talked to? My trainer and my roommate

16.Do you get butterflies around the person you like?

 TBH I DONT EvEN KNOW IF I LIKE ANYONE RN i might be demiro

17.Will you get married?

 I want to so I hope so 

18.When was the last time you smiled? 

Like 5 min ago 

19.Does anyone like you? 

Yea this guy from my writing class it’s rlly awk

 20.Do you secretly like someone? 

Y es and no??? I’m dying 

21.Who was the first person you talked to today? 

My snap streaks 

22.Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

My friend Bry ce (I have told that boy shit I have never told a soul living or dead) 

23.What are you NOT looking forward to? 

Fitness test for hockey 

24.What ARE you looking forward to? 

BEING AN OLYMPIC HOCKEY PLAYER SOME DAY 

25.Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you, and meant it? 

Yea. One was platonic one was romantic 

26.Suppose you see your ex kissing another person what would you do? 

Be happy for him bc hes one of my best friends and I’m glad he found someone?? Also I’m not an asshole??? 

27.Do you plan on moving out within the next year? 

I’m in college does that count 

28.Are you a forgiving person? 

I am very forgiving, but if you abuse my trust multiple times I will not forgive you ever

29.How many TRUE friends do you have? 

Honestly like 2 or 4 it depends on how I feel that day 

30.Do you fall for people easily?

 Absolutely not. See 13, 16, and 20

31.Have you ever fallen for your ex’s best friend? 

No, but I dated for my former best friend’s ex ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (I swear on my life it is not as bad as it sounds you can ask me for the story)

32.What’s the last thing you put in your mouth? 

Halvah 

33.Who was the last person you drove with? 

My friend Jo 

34.How late did you stay up last night and why? 

2 am. I was reading a book 

35.If you could move somewhere else, would you? 

Yea I would probably move to another part of MD 

36.Who was the last person you took a picture of? 

Some guy that superliked me on tinder lmao

37.Can you live a day without TV? 

Yea 

38.When was the last time you were extremely disappointed? 

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ im always disappointed in myself tbfh 

39.Three names you go by. 

Sydney 

Syd 

Bungus/smelborp 

40.Are you currently in a relationship? 

no pe ?

41.What is your all-time favorite romance movie? 

FUCK romance movies

 42.Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate? 

Ye a I’m dumb and cheesy

43.What’s your current problem? 

Do you want a list?? Or like 

 44.Have you ever had your heart broken?

 Ye p 

45.Your thoughts of long distance relationships?

 I like the idea. I’m very low maintenance so I’m here for it 

46.How many kids do you want to have? 

I want to adopt like 1 or 2 

47.Have you ever found it hard to tell someone you like them? 

UH Y E A 

[compo67]

y’all come back now

i’m back at work, settling into my routine, and happy to be home. but wow, Texas!

a lot of my coworkers and friends asked why the hell i wanted to go to austin of all places i could take a small vacation to. did i have friends there? family? wanted to see a concert? 

nope. i just wanted to see austin. 

it’s my goal to visit every place i’ve written extensively about. i’ve done Anaheim, LA/Santa Monica, and now Austin--plus Chicago. 

it was important to me to see the city where J2 live, but also where i base Photo Op Verse in, since it’s such a huge part of my fandom author life

plus, Austin! hello, beautiful! 

my sister got to travel with me and we stayed in a nice AirBnb in Mueller, which was thank goodness quiet and calm. our very first stop once we hit the ground was Torchy’s for lunch on Saturday. 

Torchy’s. omg. i wanted to drag the whole franchise back here to Chicago. it is so GOOD. the queso dip?! the chips!? THE TACOS. 

also, every place in TX has some kind of amazing root beer on tap. i was determined to try all of them, but my body, at one point, begged me to stop. XD

my sister wanted to see H.E.B, which is a really nice and really big grocery store. we were in awe. the closest thing we have to that here is Mariano’s or Tony’s. anyway. yes, these are the things we do whenever we go somewhere new. lol

this was my first time staying at an AirBnb and it was really nice. there was, however, a cricket or something outside my window the whole weekend and it would not shut up.

the pigeons are smaller and darker with longer tails than the pigeons we have in chicago. they are cute.

everywhere you turn there is either a taco truck, a food truck, or a bar.

the only bar we went to was San Jac’s on 6th and San Jac. it was hell finding a parking spot nearby AND i had to parallel park. D:

at first i was gonna just take some pictures from the outside (like a creeper) but then my sister pushed me to go inside (like a creeper). 

the bartenders were all very nice.

we went up to Jack’s because it was quieter and had more seating

the place was pretty empty, but it was monday night at around 8:30PM. all the bars were pretty sparsely occupied. 

we each had one drink and i, who never drinks because of Health Reasons, got super hung over the next morning. womp womp. 

it was a tequila sunrise! and pretty weak! i didn’t complain about the weak drink because that’s better for me anyway, but my sister was like, “this is all grenadine....” 

so lesson learned: no alcohol. -_-

whataburger and jack in the box and homeslice pizza were all disappointing in terms of flavors. :( 

but omg Snooze? this awesome breakfast place? AMAZING. 

all the restaurants we had meals in were wonderful. Hopdoddy was worth the wait. that milkshake though. 

everywhere you go, there is queso on the menu. i loved it.

I HAVE SO MANY NOTES FOR BOAT. 

another shout out of thanks to my sister for putting up with my odd sight seeing. XD

we got in at 9:30 last night, got home at 10:30, and i collapsed into bed at 12:30. 

my new memory foam mattress got here over the weekend and last night was my first night on it. i love it. it’s much better than the one i had. 

i had a 10 AM chiro appointment this morning, which helped a lot

he said we should be good in about 20 sessions. next one up is friday. we did adjustments and TENS/ultrasound + ice today. took 30 minutes.

i managed to do all my errands before noon. :O 

and i had time to nap and rest before work. i’m not as exhausted as i thought i would be though, so that’s good.

my lunch is super late today, but thankfully i’m at home so i can grab some hummus if needed. 

or just sit here and complain... XD

it’s been super busy at work. o_o

i had 45 new emails and only 12 of them applied to me. lulz

i’ve decided that i want to aim to be a social worker in a library. i think that combines my passion for working with all kinds of people, plus being around books and literature.

sooo... how do? 

i emailed two SWs in libraries and one already got back to me! :D

i also signed up to look at a grad program nearby that offers a MSW/MLIS degree. 

i decided not to apply to UTA. i just didn’t like their program enough. 

when i asked the rep why UTA is a top ten school and why i should go there, she said they have world -renowned faculty and affordable tuition. 

that’s all great, but she said nothing about dedication to service or passion for helping others. that’s what i want from a grad school and my professors. i didn’t get that vibe. :/

plus, the person who said he’d meet with me after the program was nowhere to be found and didn’t even inform me that his schedule changed. plus he never got back to my question about the stats class i took to see if it counted. 

plus, the building is not that accessible to get around in or very modern.

while the tution itself was affordable (in terms of grad school), their TA perks were less generous and the scholarships were not as available.

so. that knocked that out.

plus, the campus is HUGE. YUUUGE. 

i prefer smaller schools. i got my BA at a small private school in the loop for free. i’ve done it once, i can do it again.

all in all, this weekend provided me with fun (more about that later) and clarity. 

i’m nervous about working in the field, face to face with clients, but i know that i’m a helper and to do that, i need to go to grad school.

i need a little time to get settled and then i will start updating fics again. post hole diggers is up, plus Boat, then coffee shop. :D

thank you all for your continued support and cheering. it makes such a big different to me. <3

[spektrummagazine]

Hey there folks. Just wanted to give you a reminder that we will be at the Arts in Motion Car and Lifestyle Show this coming Saturday at the Anaheim Convention Center. Come on out and meet with our homeslice @sam_ferraez and others and party it up with us 😍😍 We'll be doing the spin-to-win once more with our friends from @360products.co . The weather might be cooling down, but it's sure to be hot on Saturday. See you all then 😃 @spektrummagazine #spektrum #spektrummag #spektrummagazine #team #teamwork #teamworkmakesthedreamwork #teamspektrum #artsinmotion #aim #aimshow #anaheim #anaheimconventioncenter #weekend #tuesdaymorning #fun #family #lifestyle #carshow #jdm #jdmlife #importmodel #importmodels #modellife #beautiful #instagood (at Anaheim Convention Center)

[eataku]

Hooked, Shanghai

The old underground plaza known as Datong Mill that was recently renovated is currently in full summer swing with most of the new restaurants, bars and clubs there now officially opened. Homeslice Pizza is serving authentic New York-style slices. Zapfler Brewpub is brewing up kegs of good German beer. And Hooked is now frying up some truly tasty British fish & chips! I went to check them out this past weekend after Beernanza and here’s a look!

The fried calamari starter was excellent, but comes with a chipotle crema dipping sauce, which was nice, but I would have preferred a spicy marinara...

Cocktail sauce with the plump shrimp in this bucket would have been nice as well...

Their lobster mac & cheese being served in the lobster’s split shell was a surprising touch...

And this dish was perfect as is, with big chunks of lobster being the star of the show...

As was their fish & chips!! We got the haddock and the fried fish was about as good as any I’d ever had in England, Ireland or anywhere else for that matter...

Not to mention their chunky chips were a revelation and the mushy peas were spot on!! Highly recommended.

Also, if you know the right people, or just ask nicely, you can order the tacos from El Santo next door, which is owned by the same restaurant group...

We got a round of their popular pork El Pastor tacos, which convinced me I have to come back here for a full Mexican meal on my next visit to Found 158...

With their full bar serving creative cocktails and open outdoor seating, I have a feeling you’ll be seeing a lot of me here during this coming summer in Shanghai!

HOOKED

Inside Round 158

158 Julu Lu (near Ruijin Yi Lu)

Shanghai

China

+86-6333-2198

[expatesque]

I'm going into my third year and I've started to get really sad about the idea of leaving Cambridge- please assure me that post Camb life is ok (or even better?)

I’m sorry, I have only partially good news – so to start, Cam is amazing and magical and there’s nothing else like it. So make sure to enjoy it in 3rd year. I know with the pressure it can seem tempting to go full throttle into studying and being super serious, but I would recommend trying to enjoy at least 1st term to really wring out the last of Cam life and enjoy it (obviously do all your essays to a high standard, go to lectures, etc but don’t start the year in full intense mode – you’ll miss some important stuff and you’ll likely burn out by exams). 

BUT post grad is definitely okay – better in some ways, worse in others. Being geographically further from your friends does mean you see them less and there’s less random, accidental, amazing nights. There’s also a lot less occasions to get dressed up and drunk on too much wine and eat guinea fowl.  But you have money and can go on holidays with them, or do more adult-y fun things (bottomless brunch! a weekend away in Sicily! etc – keep your ear to the ground for fun things on special, time out actually consistently has good food/drink offers, eg there’s half price steak at a restaurant near me every monday which makes for a fun excessive night; homeslice is doing bottomless pizza and £5 aperol spritzes right now; that kind of thing!). 

So life changes definitely in some ways – there’s less together time and you do have to put in more of effort to see people. But if you do make that effort (after work drinks are a really easy way if you all work near each other!), you can do more fun things. And the occasional crazy night definitely still does happen, especially when your friend group all meets up (I’ve had movie nights turn into closing down 2 clubs and ending in sing alongs in the flat). 

So don’t despair! Life changes, but it’s not all bad. Do make sure you’re enjoying your last year at Cam while you’ve got it though. Good luck for 3rd year!

[buhospitality-blog]

Study Abroad: A Guide to All That's Good in London, England (Gina Hock, SHA ‘18)

Who better to share travel and study abroad tips than a BU hospitality student? They live for travel, international exploring, and adventure! Gina Hock (SHA ‘18) is currently studying abroad in London, England with BU’s London Program. While there, she’s taking classes, traveling through Europe, becoming a London expert, and getting one step closer to her dream career in luxury travel public relations through internship with J Public Relations. Here, she shares her guide to all that’s good in London.

EATS

The Ivy Chelsea Garden: The best of the Ivy restaurants. A great menu and even greater atmosphere. Order the roast salmon filet, YUM. I hear the afternoon tea is delicious as well.

Muriel's Kitchen: A must-do for brunch. It's right by the South Kensington Underground. Grab the champion's breakfast and a flat white! Also great for cute pics. Check out the menu here. Pictured below.

The Churchill Arms: A pub filled with Winston Churchill memorabilia. Built in 1750 and has some great history! Such good vibes and surprisingly, the best thai food I've had here.

DaMario's: Italian in South Ken, right by BU. You’ll probably see students in you program here. Yummy & affordable.

Homeslice: The best pizza in London, hands down. Right in Covent Garden, get a 20" pizza and a glass of rosé. Usually a long wait, but WORTH IT! Pictured below.

TO DO

Big Ben: You've got to see it! Take the tube to the Westminster stop and get out. It really is big!

Westminster Abbey: If you're able to take a tour of it, I highly suggest it. Lots of great kings and queens are buried here along with many famous scientists, writers, and artists. Gives you chills!

The London Eye: Book this at sunset and you wont regret it. The Champagne Experience is worth it because you won't have to wait on any lines! Pictured below.

V & A Museum: All the museums in London are free, so I'd try to go to all of them. The V&A happens to be my favorite and it's right in South Ken, so close to BU’s buildings! You can spend hours here!

Hyde Park: When the weather gets nice, Hyde Park turns into a fairytale. Tulips and dogs everywhere! Take a stroll past Kensington Palace, grab a seat on a bench near the pond, or even go for an evening run.

Portobello Road Market: Hop on the tube and head to the Notting Hill Gate Underground. Explore the antique shops and take pictures of the pastel colored buildings. Pictured below.

FOR HIGH TEA

The Goring Hotel: Incredible. Enough said. You need reservations, so make one here! Pictured below.

Orange Pekoe: A little outside central London, but worth the trip! It's more casual, but VERY yummy. Try the antique white rose tea, so delicious and very pretty.

Soho's Secret Tea Room: If you want a quirky experience, do it. Right in Soho, this place is hidden above a pub. Ask the bartender for a table upstairs and he'll bring you behind the bar and to the staircase! FYI: they have a roaming cat so if you're allergic, be aware.

FOR COFFEE

Soho Grind: Right off Regent Street, this joint is very hip and has its own bar downstairs where you can order yourself a yummy espresso martini. Wifi, outlets, and lots of alternative tunes. Sit by the windows and enjoy the people watching! Pictured below.

The Department of Coffee and Social Affairs: There's more than one of them, but I like the one near the Chancery Lane tube station.  The employees are all super friendly and there are lots of options for seating. Come alone or with a group of friends. Order the banana bread and a flat white. The freshly squeezed orange juice is also delicious! Closes at 4:00 pm on the weekends, so get there early!

 Check out more of Gina’s travel, professional, and lifestyle tips on her new blog!

[plzadvise]

Plz Advise Food Guide to Austin (by listener Leah)

Pizza Via 313 What to get: Cadillac, Detroiter Tips: Go to the East 6th location at Violet Crown Little Deli What to get: The #7, Salami and Cheddar sandwich

Homeslice What to get: White Clam pizza; Sausage, ricotta, roasted red pepper pizza; meatball sub Tips: BYOB Bufalina What to get: Margherita Asian Ramen Tatsu-ya What to get: Tsukumen, Tonkotsu Sho-yu or Original, Munchie Katsu Slider, Sweet and Sour Yodas East Side King What to get: Beet Fries, Poor Qui Buns, Brussels Sprouts Salad, Chicken Karaage Tips: Go to East 6th location behind Liberty Bar Tam Deli What to get: Combination Banh Mhi and Cream Puffs Wu Chow What to get: Soup Dumplings Thai Kun What to get: Cabbage Two Ways Tips: East 6th location behind Whistler's Burgers Contigo What to get: Rabbit dumplings also very good Clark's Oyster Bar What to get: Get oysters, sub a salad for fries P Terry's What to get: Austin's answer to In N Out/Shake Shack Tacos Torchy's What to get: Queso, Baja Shrimp Tips: Tons of locations, literally all the same Papalote What to get: Tortas de coliflor, and Tinga de Res Tips: South Lamar location Veracruz All Natural What to get: Migas taco, Taco la reyna Tips: Don't leave without an agua fresca Tyson's Tacos What to get: Pork belly, burnt ends Tips: Open 24/7 BBQ Franklin Tips: If you don't mind a 3-5 hour wait, this is the best bbq on the planet. The wait can be fun if you have the time, BYOB and get there before 8 am Micklethwait Craft Meats Tips: If you don't want to wait, this is a great alternative. Try the sausage of the day, barbacoa on the weekends, and pie Breakfast Counter Cafe What to get: Blueberry pancake, breakfast taco, crab cake benedict Tips: Original location on South Lamar is really small, East 6th location is bigger Arturo's Underground Cafe What to get: Migas, Huevos Rancheros, anything on the weekend brunch menu Bouldin Creek Cafe What to get: Joe's Smoking Omelette, Potato Leek Omelette Tips: Everything vegetarian/vegan, tofu scramble can be substituted Pacha What to get: Pancakes Tips: Great coffee Miscellaneous

Tommy Want Wingy What to get: Anything Tips: Avoid the hottest flavor Central Standard What to get: Bone Marrow, fresh baked bread Tips: Sit at the bar Justine's Brasserie What to get: Steak tartare Tips: Great atmosphere Casa Colombia What to get: Ceviche, Pabellon, Chicharron Patrizi's What to get: House salad, bread and beef fat, Cacio E Pepe Fabi + Rosi What to get: Escargot, P.e.i Mussels, Schnitzel Odd Duck What to get: Everything Salt and Time What to get: Menu changes often, ALL lunch menu is good. Tips: Go for lunch instead of dinner Abo Youssef What to get: Chicken Shawarma Plate Jack Allen's Kitchen What to get: Weekend Brunch Buffet Tips: Get there 30-40 minutes before open. When you see someone leave their car it means it's time to start lining up if you don't have a reservation Fresa's What to get: Brussel Sprouts, Beets, either wood grilled chicken meal Tips: 9th and Lamar location only Noble Sandwich Co. What to get: Knuckle Sandwich, Mac and Cheese (add brussels, garlic, and roasted tomatoes), PBLT, Short Rib Burger Chago's What to get: Cuban Sandwich, Mofongo (Photo via)

[evelaferoce]

You **may** have this dance haha do you get it because it is may do you see fuck off

so it’s mental health month, and i personally find it... umm..funny(??) how mental health month coincides with my exam month bc mental health and exams are pretty much mutually exclusive from where I’m standing, y’all. I just wanted to hit all of my fans with another one of my wicked sick, horrifically irregular life-changing blog posts that i occasionally remember to do. i can’t believe my first year of college is over. i’m really not able to process that right now, it’s freaking me out whenever i think about it. the theme of transience is pretty much on par with ‘the woman in black’ and ‘the grudge’ and ‘fiscal responsibility’ when it comes to scariness for me. I have a real hard time convincing myself that the end of one thing doesn’t equal the end of loads of things. That being said, my exams, which start in just two, fun-filled days may well be the end of me (repeats are free in trinity, thus goes the mantra that i sing to myself each night before i go to sleep).

Exam season has made me realise how much i’ve been coasting along. everything i know about the spanish transition to democracy, i’ve learned in the past week (actually quite interesting but the conclusion is that dictators are bad, which is something i kind of knew anyway tbh :L)  I had a really good weekend though; I visited my best friend in Belfast and went to a fascinating gig where I got to test out all four of the languages I claim to speak. Then I went to my gorgeous boyfriend’s gig and went to the cinema and to an Anderson Paak concert with him (which was fucking lit, let me just say). I have so many people I love around me, and I’m so blessed by that.

I’m also extremely excited for the summer. I’m going to several festivals with friends and boyfriend, i’m going on numerous trips to lunnern town and i’m gonna chill the fuck out tbh because i have been a walking ball of stress for the past four months. (summa vacation will relieve me of college work) Also extremely excited to spend more time with my homeslices in belle Donegal. More to come, maybe x