#she’s going trick or with flaky

[tboy58733]

Something new I’m making

[cameronspecial]

Let Me Hear That Again, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

Summary: Y/N sees a trend on social media and she can't help but want to see if she can get Rafe to believe it.

A/N: Inspired by this post.

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Y/N has no idea how the trend started, but she is completely on board with the idea. There is just something so hilarious to her about getting men to think that women actually shed their skin every month. Lucky for her, Sarah is completely in love with the idea of tricking Rafe and John B. into thinking this myth is a fact. The girls send their boyfriends out to pick up dinner at The Wreck during an at-home double date night, so they can put on the clear peel-off face masks. The boys return and this is when the plan sets into play. “Y/N/N, when you get your period, does your monthly shedding ever just get so hard to take off that you just consider letting it flake off?” Sarah questions, looking over at the girl. Rafe and John B. pause at the Cameron girl’s words. They don’t quite know what she is talking about, but they assume she is talking about the shedding of her uterus lining. That is until Y/N says what she says next. “Yes, my skin is shedding right now and look how flaky and big some of the pieces can get.” She starts to pick at the mask and peels a massive part off of her face. Rafe’s eyes widen at what is happening to his girlfriend’s skin and puts the bag on the kitchen island. He rushes to her side, “Angel, what is going on with your skin? Are you okay? Does it hurt? Should I take you to the hospital?” Sure, he has seen some skin peel, except it looks nothing like what he sees before him. 

The girls struggle to hide their giggles and Y/N straighten with a serious look on her face. “I’m fine, Rafe. This is supposed to happen. My skin sheds every month with my period,” Y/N lie. His head tilts, “Let me hear that again, Angel.” She smiles to herself. This is working. “It’s like a snake, Rafe. I shed my skin when I get my period. Like this,” she explains, pulling at the mask to demonstrate her point. He refuses to accept this word, “That’s bullshit. If this really happens every month, then how come I’ve never seen it happen?”

“Because I hide it from you silly, so you don’t freak out like you are now.” 

“How come they didn’t talk about it in health class?”

“You say that as if we actually learn anything useful in health class. If you don’t believe me, then ask Sarah.”

Rafe turns towards his sister and she nods in confirmation. “It’s true. Look. It’s happening to me too,” she says. Her hands fly to her face to start removing her ‘skin.’ Now, it is John B.’s turn to freak out. “Sarah, don’t do that,” he grimaces. She ignores his plea and gets rid of the second skin on her face. “I can’t believe this is real,” Rafe whispers to himself as his head pivots between looking at hs girlfriend and sister. This pushes the girls over the edge and they both burst into laughter. “OMG, you guys really believed us!” Sarah scream. Both boys stand and back away from their girlfriends. “What do you mean?” Rafe inquiries, staring at Y/N with narrow eyes. Y/N giggles, “Rafe, it’s not real. We just wanted to see if you would fall for it.” John B. looks at Sarah and points at her face. “Then what is going on with your faces?” Sarah holds up the face-mask tube, “It’s just a face mask, John B.” The boyfriends look at each other with a pout and turn their backs to their girlfriends as they walk to the kitchen island. The room is silent as the boys begin to eat without the girls.

Y/N sighs and wraps her arms around his shoulders, “I’m sorry I made you worry.” She presses a kiss on his cheek. “No, you aren’t I saw how hilarious you found that,” he grumbles. “Okay, maybe I’m not that sorry, but I can see how upset you are. I promise I’ll make it up to you later tonight.” Rafe grins at her words and turns to her. “You better,” he mutters against her ear. 

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming

[lookinghalfacorpse]

Thinking Affections again, and idk if this counts as a prompt or not, but in itwall you mentioned how cPhil constantly touches cDreams hair to calm him down and is just sth he likes so just that being a their thing they do when cuddling or sth is just phil petting and massaging his head

anything can be a prompt if i brainrot hard enough

/dsmp /rp

Dream wasn't sleeping well.

Sleep was always a fickle, delicate thing with him. There were plenty of nights where his exhaustion would take over and he would sleep soundly, especially early on during his time at the cottage, but there were also long periods where he'd barely sleep at all. He would wake from nightmares and seizures, or he'd simply tremble on his mattress for hours and hours, unable to slow his heartrate from its anxious pace. Em helped him to feel safe those nights, but even she couldn't keep his fears at bay completely. For as loving as the dog was, she couldn't stop someone from coming in the night to drag him back into the hell he escaped from. The hell he planned to return to someday. He laughed, sometimes, at the odd predicament he created for himself.

He procrastinated sleep by reading in the living room.

Techno gave him some shitty novel about an underground culture of elves. It was entertaining enough. He sat on the floor with a dog on his lap, leaning against the couch, and pulled his hair from his face. He had to tilt the book forward so the dim light of the fireplace could illuminate the page.

He heard Philza sit on the couch behind him.

The old man hummed thoughtfully before threading his fingers through Dream's long hair, pushing it behind his ears. "Might be less annoying if I braid it," he offered.

"I'm gonna take it out before bed," Dream replied, "but go ahead."

"It's my pleasure, mate." Phil's voice edged close to a whisper. He began carefully selecting some strands of hair from Dream's hairline and drawing them back, letting his fingertips trail along the boy's scalp. Dream shivered at the touch, feeling his skin erupt into goosebumps. "You should be sleeping," Phil continued.

The offer to braid his hair was a trick from the start; Phil wasn't doing anything that seemed close to a hairstyle. Instead, he rubbed and massaged along Dream's head, sometimes scratching with his fingertips. The book slowly dropped to his lap as he couldn't focus on the words anymore. His eyes fluttered closed.

"In... In the prison," Dream started, "Quackity liked to grab my hair. He'd grab it, like, in the front, and slam my head on the ground."

Phil's fingers trailed softly along the back of his skull. "Dream..."

"Sam hated when he did that. My skull would crack, and it would bleed a lot."

Phil could surely feel the bumps and valleys along his skin. They were hard to miss. He would feel rough scars and some patches of flaky, dry skin. Maybe some sharp lines where a crack healed. Dream's hair has been a source of frustration and humiliation for a long time; he hated that Quackity could feel the thick mats, the tangles, the spots of blood he couldn't wash out.

He felt Phil plant a kiss on the top of his head.

"Join me on the couch?"

Dream would spend the night there, on the couch, lying on top of Philza with his head on the old man's chest, sighing at the sensation of his head being massaged until he fell asleep.

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Lady Tamayo Headcanons: Respectful Yandere (Demon Slayer)

[Hellol, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one is going to have Tamayo from Demon Slayer with her base headcanons and traits as a yandere for you! Please enjoy this!] 

(Disclaimer: Tamayo is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are Not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!) 

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Tamayo From Demon Slayer-  

.She is a very kind and sweet woman as well as a very intelligent 

.She may be a demon but would not have chosen to become one. 

.She had wanted to see her children grow up and make lives for themselves, but was tricked by Muzan and she ended up killing her family. 

.She regrets this with all her heart and has done her best to right the wrongs that she done in her life. 

.She broke Muzan's curse on her and now does her best to protect human lives. 

.She also found a way to make demons without Muzan's blood. 

.Slowly working to preserve human life. 

.She is one of the few demons to regain their humanity and she does regain it very well. 

.She meets you by chance and she falls for you head over heels. She knows that you are a human and most likely will die before she does. 

.But she refuses to change you into a demon unless you are sick and or dying. 

.She is one of the few yandere demons that would not want to turn you into a demon. 

.She wants you to live a fully human life and to experience things that she cannot. 

.She is a very humble and self-sacrificing yandere. 

.Although she is still a yandere and does not like to share you with anyone else. 

.Her main yandere traits are being very overprotective so much that she will use violence if she must to keep you safe and sound. 

.Although it is rare for her to use violence she rather uses her spells to a certain degree to keep people away from you. 

.Also with her overprotectiveness she may lock you up with her. 

.This is another yandere side of her, the locking you up.

.It is unlikely that she would lock you up in the first place, but there is a chance she will do it! 

.When she does do it is most likely in her mind a last resort, like she feels there is no other way to keep you safe and sound. 

.Your protection always comes first to her, no matter what. 

.Even if she has to kidnap you to do it. 

.She would remind you that this is for your protection, that you were safer this way, and that you would always be safe with her. 

.Her main goal is to keep you safe, especially from Muzan. She could not risk Muzan getting his hands on you, she would rather die than Muzan ever getting close to you. 

.She is also a very loyal yandere. 

.She would give her life to stay by your stay and stay with you, as you are the love of her life. 

.She loves you even more than the husband she had. 

.It may pain her to let you die of old age but unlike most yanderes, she would be unlikely to turn you into a demon. 

.She would still stay by your side until you take your final breath. 

.She also would be the type of yandere to never take another lover. 

.She remains loyal to you forever and ever, even after you are gone. 

.She deals with rivals, if human by paying them to leave you alone and isolating you from them. 

.If they are demon rivals well they are as good as being tortured and dead if she can get them into sunlight. 

.Or if she can use her spell and use it to make them say Muzan's last name! Then they are as good as dead by Muzan himself. 

.She is a bit of a crafty yandere always having plans and always thinking ahead. 

.She can make Muzan weakened by what she and Shinobu made making her very deadly. 

.She is the type of yandere as well that would give her life to protect you her darling. 

.For you to be able to live on and have a life, even if it is not with her. 

.That is something she is willing to accept, it might hurt her but she will be more willing to let you go, even if she has already kidnapped you. 

.But do not get it twisted. If your partner ever hurts you in any way, shape, or form, she will kill them. 

.Even if they were human as anyone who dare harm you, she believes they do not deserve to live. 

.Once again she hates being a demon and would get her revenge on Muzan for turning her into one. 

.She is a bit of an avenger slash vengeful yandere. 

.In which if a rival does hurt you she does not care, you were the love of her life and she will not let anyone harm you. 

.She swore she would watch you have the life you deserve and even if she did kidnap you she would see the error of her ways and let you go. 

.She is one of the few yanderes that puts her darling's feelings first and even if it pains her she is the type of yandere to make those sacrifices. 

.Making her one of the best yanderes out there and one of the best partners to have in general she is a 10 out of 10 healthy yandere that is for sure! 

.As for how she would confess her love for you? She would confess to you under the moonlight. 

.Telling you how much you mean to her, and that she wants to be with you. 

.If you accept her love your first kiss with her would be under the moonlight as you two embrace each other. 

.If you turn her down? She would do one of two things. 

.First, she would accept it, still watching over you and making sure you are safe and that no one ever hurts you, but accepting you does not return her feelings. 

.Or the second thing, and this is if she is not thinking clearly. She will kidnap you and keep you locked up for some time. 

.Before coming to her senses and letting you go. 

.She is one of the most clear-minded thinkers of all the yanderes I have done. 

.Although if you were sick she would convince you to turn you into a demon cause she is afraid of watching you die. 

.Watching you die, would be the hardest thing for her, but once again she would do her best to convince you, and if that does not work she will stay by your side to your final breath. 

.She would never be the type of yandere to force you into becoming a demon she is very respectful yandere to her very core. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter here, and please stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[sturniolo-rat]

Too Sweet: Prologue

Matthew Sturniolo X Reader

A/N: I did a poll to see if y’all wanted this but I already had it written so it was a trick question 😌😌😌💕

Contains: literally nothing, no smut no fluff just story

TW: alcohol abuse?, drunk driving, existential dread

Matt is an optimistic do gooder on his way to Redwood University to start his masters degree. He’s far from home but he feels like the world is at his fingertips.

Cricket is a high school drop out going nowhere fast. She’s deeply unhappy with her job as a bartender at a tavern frequented by Dungeons and Dragons larpers.

They can’t help but feel drawn to each other, but is he too sweet for her?

This is what they were doing the morning of the day they met.

Y/N’s Pov

It’s 8 am on a Tuesday. I take a shot of fireball in preparation for my 12 hour shift at The Enchanted Mushroom Tavern and Inn. It is a belief commonly held that taverns and inns only exist in dungeons and dragons. This is false, as all well loved imaginary things come to life with time. That’s a fancy way of saying this place was built for people who LARP and I have to pretend I’m a medieval bar wench.

I squeeze myself into my costume that consists of an off white shirt with puffy off the shoulder sleeves, a mossy green skirt with a tattered and uneven hem, and a brown corset over top that I will note is Elizabethan and not medieval. The woefully inaccurate uniform isn’t the worst part of the job though. While at work my name is no longer Y/N it’s Petronella Epworth the fucking third and I wear the dumbass name tag to prove it.

“Let’s go, Phoebe!” I yell from our living room. I’ve never been a patient woman. Not even when we were kids. We met in kindergarten when she was hesitant going down the big slide at the park and I decided she was taking too long and pushed her. I’m bitch but I’m an insanely efficient, hardworking bitch that gets what she wants.

“Give me a minute!” She’s been working at the Tavern with me for a year and a half, and I’m always 15 minutes early for work. Because we carpool, she is always 15 minutes early for work, which has given her a reputation of reliability that she does not deserve. Phoebe has a few redeeming qualities to make up for her flakiness. When I need her, and she actually shows up, she’s unreasonably nurturing. One time, when I got sick after I dropped out of high school, she played hooky and stayed in my family’s trailer to take care of me. She brought ingredients for homemade soup and blankets. Nice blankets, too, the fleece ones that go on sale around Christmas time. The book she stole from her mother’s collection to read to me was the highlight of my week. It was called “My Alpha Mate.” The main character was an omega, and her love interest was an alpha. I think they were like werewolves or something. It was extremely smutty.

“I’ll just wait in the car, then!” There’s a loud thud as I close the front door. My van is objectively shitty. It’s a 1998 Nissan Quest that I’ve named Ted. I do, however, feel that if you’re 24 and own a van, you ought to be either a mother or a hippie with that cool Volkswagon. My vehicle doesn’t match me at all, but at least he carts around all the shit I own that doesn’t fit in my apartment. While I wait in the driver’s seat, I take a swig from the flask I keep in the car—fireball, of course, always fireball. I take a long look at myself in my rearview mirror and wonder what I’m doing with my life.

Matt’s Pov

It’s 8 am on a Tuesday and the sun is shining down on me through the sunroof of my car. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I already know it’s one of my brothers.

We’re triplets and have never been apart for more than 3 days at a time. When I was getting my bachelors degree they got an apartment two blocks away from my dorm. Chris and Nick never went to college and started a clothing brand called Fresh Love and a chapstick brand called Space Camp. Safe to say my lips are well moisturized. I’m actually wearing gray Fresh Love sweatpants right now. They’re very comfortable and perfect for long drives. I’m embarking on a 10 hour road trip to my new apartment near Redwood University where I will be studying for the next 5 years. My brothers think I’m absolutely insane for moving this far away from home.

“Chris, you know I hate answering the phone while I’m driving.” He does this on purpose to piss me off, but when I get into an accident because he divided my attention, he’s going to be sorry.

“Dude, did you know Red U’s mascot is a booby.”

“Yes, I did.” I most certainly did not know that.

Nick chimes in because, of course, Nick is there too. They’re never far apart. “Okay, but, listen to me when I say this, Matt, it’s a blue-footed booby at Red U.” He puts emphasis on blue and red. “Doesn’t that bother you? It bothers us!”

“Why on earth would that bother me? I’m not going for the sports anyway.” It bothers me a great deal. I can’t believe I have to rep the Redwood blue-footed boobies. This will surely tarnish the Sturniolo family name.

“Shut up!” says Chris. “I know it bothers you, and that’s why you have to turn that car around immediately and come back home.”

“Chrissy, I love you and Nick the most, but I have to go. I’ve got a scholarship and a once-in-a-lifetime internship.” Red U is home to one of the most prestigious research labs in America, and I have an internship there. It’s the whole reason I applied to the university; the scholarship was just an added bonus—the perks of being a straight-A student.

He groans, “I know. We know you’re going to go out and do great things.”

We’re just gonna miss our little Mattmallow,” adds Nick in that weird baby voice people use sometimes. My heart sinks at the use of my childhood nickname.

“I’m gonna miss you guys too.” More than I’ve missed anyone ever.

“Alright, man. I’m gonna leave you alone. I know you hate talking and driving,” Nick says, and I know he’s feeling a little uncomfortable.

“Love you, guys.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

The line goes dead and I know I should feel some sort of sadness but really I just feel loved. I am deeply loved, my future is bright, and I feel like today is an omen.

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@wurlibydominicfike @yourmumscar69 @69isabella69 @mattsturniolosgf @mrsmiagreer since you guys liked the Too Sweet poll post

[disneytva]

December 2023 Programming Highlights

Friday, Dec. 1 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior Mickey Mouse Funhouse “Santa’s Crash Landing” (2-23) (10:00-10:30 a.m. EST) When Santa crash lands in Funhouse Forest, Mickey, Minnie and the gang help him deliver presents to Majestica, Halloweenville and Winter Mountain. *Brock Powell (“Mickey Saves Christmas”) guest stars as Santa. TV-Y

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel, Disney Junior and Disney XD Star Wars: Young Jedi Adventures “Life Day/Raxlo Strikes Back” (10:30-11:00 a.m. EST) “Life Day” – The Jedi help a Wookiee prepare for Life Day.

“Raxlo Strikes Back” – The younglings protect wellagrin eggs from Raxlo. TV-Y Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD The Ghost and Molly McGee “White Christmas/Perfect Day” (2-09) (8:00-8:30 p.m. EST) “White Christmas” – Scratch stresses about getting Molly the perfect gift, while Molly crafts a winter wonderland for the seniors.

“Perfect Day” – Determined to have the perfect day, Molly asks Scratch to cast a time-loop curse so she can fix every mistake when her day keeps going wrong. TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Hailey’s On It “We Wish You a Merry Chaos-mas” (1-20) (8:30-9:00 p.m. EST) When Hailey loses a mini reindeer, causing Christmas to not exist in the future, she must throw the best Oceanside Christmas Festival Ever to save all future Christmases. TV-Y7

Saturday, Dec. 2 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel Hamster & Gretel “Flake It Till You Make It/Game Changer” (1-29) (10:00-11:00 a.m. EST) “Flake It Till You Make It” – Hamster and Gretel encounter a flaky villain who has the power to turn to flakes.

“Game Changer” – Fred, Kevin, Hiromi and Anthony compete in a video game tournament. TV-Y7

Friday, Dec. 8 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior Pupstruction “Sunniest Snow Day/When Pups Fly” (1-13) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EST) “Sunniest Snow Day” – Phinny and the crew work to give Bailey some snowy fun on a warm summer day.

“When Pups Fly” – Pupstruction builds a tower tall enough to see over the clouds by thinking outside the box. TV-Y

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior SuperKitties “Missing Hot Dog/Mysterious Magician” (1-24) (10:00-10:30 a.m. EST) “Missing Hot Dog” – When Amara brings a lost puppy to the Purr ‘N’ Play, Bitsy wonders if there will be enough attention for her.

“Mysterious Magician” – The SuperKitties must stop whoever stole Abraca Dan’s magic tricks. TV-Y

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel, Disney Junior and Disney XD Star Wars: Young Jedi Adventures “Stuck in the Muck/Junkyard Sleepover” (12:30-1:00 p.m. EST) “Stuck in the Muck” – The Jedi respond to a distress call.

“Junkyard Sleepover” – The younglings investigate odd noises in the junkyard. TV-Y

Saturday, Dec. 9 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior Alice’s Wonderland Bakery “A Hat-Bachi Hanukkah/A Snow-Drop Summer” (2-09) (7:15-7:45 a.m. EST) “A Hat-Bachi Hanukkah” – On Hanukkah, Hattie gets a hat-bachi grill, but he realizes he’s not a natural chef.

“A Snow-Drop Summer” – Alice and her friends get carried away making their own snow and must warm up Wonderland. TV-Y

Original Series – Season One Finale on Disney Channel Hamster & Gretel “Exclamation Strikes Back – Part I/Exclamation Strikes Back – Part II” (1-30) (10:00-11:00 a.m. EST) Professor Exclamation traps Hamster and Gretel and takes away their powers. TV-Y7

Friday, Dec. 15 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior Firebuds “Annie Spokely/Ingrid on Ice” (2-11) (12:00-12:30 p.m. EST) “Annie Spokely” – The Firebuds get a rescue call from an old western town. *Leisha Hailey (“American Dad!”) guest stars as Annie Spokely, Punkie Johnson (“Saturday Night Live”) as Cousin Fanny, and Ariel Winter (“Modern Family”) as Calamity Train.

“Ingrid on Ice” – The Firebuds help a young ice cream truck sell frozen treats on a cold day. TV-Y

[hollowsart]

I wanna know what the heck Cole and Betsy did to Beck - I mean he must have been pretty blindsided for them to be able to actually tie him up (my guess is even though he was starting to suspect them doing something he might've been holding out and believing he was wrong and maybe it wasn't them being malicious, especially since one of them is his childhood friend, but it was) - cause yeah he loses against spiderman a lot but how on earth did they manage to actually get him out of the way to do their thing? Did they hit him over the head or something? Cause when Miles shows up he's tied up in a back closet and talking in a small voice asking for help and when Miles opens the door he has his eyes closed and looks like he's in pain. I'm just curious how this played out here.

Also I'm real curious as to your thoughts on what potentially might happen afterwards - like he just wanders off but Betsy and Cole are now going to jail.

Tl;Dr cuz I went on a tangent: Likely they used his own tech against him. They lured him into the building, turned it on, and used it against him to trap him and catch him. Especially since it would have been the easiest way to go about it, and the safest just in case he had any tricks of his own to fight back.

Another option could be that they merely waited until his guard was down before seizing the opportunity to attack. 2 against 1 isn't very fair. And as you said, they definitely did something to hurt him physically. Probably to make it easier and make sure he didn't try to struggle or fight back as they took care of tying and locking him up out of the way.

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Considering he showed up to Miles during the final boss fight, he wasn't chained up, but the way he was shown shows he must have been hurt. He was grabbing at his lower left rib/side, hunched over, and trying to stay balanced. He was swaying a little. His way of speech was also stressed, like he was in pain.

When he was handcuffed and tossed into that room (computer server room?) He was not able to stand, very tired, and very much out of it. Speaking was breathy and labored, like he was worn out from his struggle or whatever Betsy and Cole did.

They definitely did something to hurt him, like you said.

My guess is they likely waited for an opportunity to catch him off guard, teaming up to take him down, trapping him, and likely doing something more to make sure he doesn't try to fight back.

Near the end, when he leaves the roof after talking to Miles, I do believe he went off to find some peace for a while, think things over, and maybe try to figure out what to do and where to go from here.

He isn't exactly the type of person to give up so easily or to stop trying. At least, his character in general isn't. Doesn't give off that vibe. He's always been persistent, persevering through the hardships (getting his butt kicked and plans ruined by Spiderman or more). As well.. he seemed so genuine in wanting to turn over a new leaf. Cole and Betsy did nothing for him to actually help him move on. They didn't respect him nor his wishes. And even if Betsy WAS his childhood neighbor, even she agreed with Cole that he was always so "weird and creepy," heck. She laughed about it, betraying her statement, "That's not very nice."

Betsy was the most interested in getting the money. She used her connection with Beck to her benefit. Cole wanted to back out of it, thinking it was not worth it. Considering how Beck is, she wasn't feeling it. Wasn't feeling safe. You could hear in one of the dev logs that Cole was feeling flaky about it.

Beck was not happy. No one was. Betsy managed to secure money for funding their "get rich quick" scheme using Beck/Mysterio as the fall guy to take all the blame, since he's well-known to have done villainous acts in the past.

I still feel bad for him. He wanted to be Quentin Beck again, the special effects expert.. he didn't want to be Mysterio, the master of illusion, anymore. :( But they shot him down and didn't hear him through. They ran with their own ideas and kept brushing him off to the side. Using his own tech against him.

[htfs-ranked-on]

could ya rank them from most likely to get into a twitter argument to least likely?

think it’d be kinda funny lol

sniffles: i just know in my heart that this man is so chronically online. his twitter account is 90% him going back and forth with flat earthers

giggles: there's a tumblr post floating around of someone calling someone a slur and then putting "/neg" on the end and i think giggles does that on twitter every single day

handy: okay handy doesn't so much get into twitter beef as much as he posts paragraph long rants calling someone an idiot and then immediately blocks them afterwards

cuddles: definitely has a stantwt account. do y'all remember the youtube 101 short where he left a hate comment on disco bear's channel that appeared to be entirely swear words? that's at least half of what he does on twitter

disco bear: exclusively fights with cuddles but other than that his account is mostly selfies

splendont: he doesn't post much but when he does it's usually to argue with someone

lifty and shifty: these two don't go out of their way to get into twitter beef but they will happily participate if it comes across their feed + they are Always having the most cartoonish fights with each other on no provocation.

splendid: he... technically Has a twitter but he runs it like a brand account. it's all convention dates and quote tweets going "Thank you so much to @(insert the most heinous stantwt username you can think of) for the wonderful fan art!" captioned over a tweet of some risque fanart of him

mime: has a twitter but mostly just posts pictures and videos of tricks he does and stuff like that. captions them exclusively in emoji for the bit.

nutty: too busy playing video games to get into twitter fights

russell: he's over on youtube posting "hamilton slime tutorials" he's not on twitter

lammy: she never actually Says anything on her twitter she just posts aesthetic moodboards and pictures of flowers

flippy: he has a twitter he rarely uses. will sometimes retweet lammy's flower pictures but that's about it.

mole: facebook user (derogatory)

petunia: petunia is chronically OFFline for her mental health because the one time she tried to get on twitter she got stuck in a doomscrolling spiral for 6 hours and had to be dragged out of it by handy

flaky: they follow maybe 10 people on twitter and 3 of them are baseball fun fact accounts

[yinandyanglifestyle]

3-DAY Sydney Food Trip on a Budget

by: Icie

Yes, it was possible to go to Sydney without spending a lot on food and still have a good time. The trick is to avoid the fancy looking restaurants which, frankly isn't really worth it, and go to questionable places to find the "unplated" food but is super delicious! Ugly delicious is a thing and we humans need to appreciate food more based on the flavour, texture, and cuisine style rather than the prestige that was given to it by tire companies.

Here's the rules:

Maximum of $40 for 2 people. Drinks are not included in the tally because we had service water.

Amount shown is rounded off.

Everything is in Australian Dollars.

We can only call it affordable if it's $25 - $30 per person (i.e. if you're only one person eating. Anything above it is breaking the budget if you're eating with someone.)

It's a per meal challenge. $40 for a whole day is impossible unless you're just eating junk food and where's the fun in that?

Let's begin:

I combed the internet for recommendations on good Sydney food and tallied the ones that the internet has deemed worthy of visiting and gorging yourself on and I visited them with my partner. Honestly, exploring Sydney's food scene was what made our trip worthwhile and made us fall in love with Sydney.

Brisbane can't compare! Sydney is far superior foodwise. (Granted, I haven't been to Melbourne but that's a different story for a different day.)

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DAY 1: Laneway Dumplings and Momo ($32), Tomyum Ramen from Hell (Dinner $30pp. As a group, we broke the budget and failed this challenge.)

Both situated on Temperance Lane in Sydney, you have to go through the back alleys to find these rare and absolutely delicious food. You'll know you're there when you pass by the Latin bar, see the fairy lights and plastic greenery near the Rick and Morty mural. The momos and dumplings were great! You were given a choice to create your own sauce or get the shop's recommendation. We did both. We had the recommended momo sauce for the Himalayan dumplings and created our own for the mixed dumplings. We were so disappointed with what we created and we loved the momo sauce so much, we ordered another batch of momos and sauce just so we could pig out. We should've been satisfied with a share plate of 16 pieces of a $17 meal, but nooooo... this food, I like it! Another!

Tom Yum from Hell was a beast! My spice tolerance is pretty high (I can eat Samyang Buldak without crying) so we tried it and ordered our tom yum. The kind lady at the counter asked us our spice level and I went in guns blazing and said "give me your spiciest tom yum!"

"Are you sure about that?"

"Hell yeah!"

"uh... if you say so."

Bitch, I cried.

When they said their tom yum from hell was from hell, you better believe it. She warned me and I didn't trust her. I was in spicy hell! The flavour was amazing, be it seafood or meatballs, and the lemon juice gave it just the right acidity to raise the intensity of the swirling party flavours in my mouth. And the creamy eggs made everything come together in something that is a good representation of Sydney's Asian Noodle scene. Ok, next time I stop by Sydney, I'll try their medium spice and have a glass of milk beside me to alleviate the haemorrhoid inducing Scoville defying spice effect of their amazing tom yum.

Day 2: Marrickville Pork Roll (breakfast $22), Mamak Malaysian Roti and Satay (lunch $25), Mother Chu's Taiwanese Gourmet (Dinner $20)

There was an internet consensus for Marrickville Pork Roll. Is it the best banh mi in Sydney? Absofuckinglutely. The meat of their crispy pork was so tender it melts in your mouth and whatever sauce they put in their banh mis were so complementary that my partner cannot help but close his eyes and moan about how delicious these pork rolls are. We found out later that this was a franchise of the original shop in Marrickville, but if the franchise was already this good, then the OG must be insane right?

Mamak's roti was nice, flaky and buttery and worth every penny. So much so that people from all over line up outside with or without reservations just so they could have a taste of what this Malaysian restaurant has to offer. Outside, we were treated to a show of how their rotis were made. The gluten stretch of that thin dough was enough to make any baker worth their salt jealous. After seeing that display of craftsmanship, we just had to order the roti canai. We also had nasi lemak but it just can't quite compare to the absolute beast that is their roti canai.

Lastly, we have Mother Chu's Taiwanese Gourmet which is Taiwanese comfort food at its finest in the heart of Sydney's Chinatown. Oh my god. So this is what actual Taiwanese comfort food tastes like. It is distinct from your everyday Chinese food and dare I say it, tastier. Each dish in this restaurant makes me feel like it was made by a caring mom who made something nice and warm for you because you have a cold and then give you a kiss on the forehead to tell you that "you'll get better soon, trust mommy." The Taiwanese Style Savoury Mince Pork Congee feels like the cosiest thing you'll have on a cold Sydney evening. And the Traditional Taiwanese Worker's Noodle soup was so fresh. The ingredients were so cheap that it only costs $8 but it all came together harmoniously that you'll feel like you were in a food anime where you're transported into a body of a Taiwanese worker who is saving money, exhausted from a day's work, and just wants to have a nice comforting meal at the end of the day.

Day 3: Din Tai Fung (Breakfast ($33), Emperor's Garden Cakes and Bakery (Breakfast $5), Kowloon Cafe (lunch $39)

Back to Chinatown we went because we discovered that's where all of the cheap but delicious food places were.

I don't get it. I wish I understood the reason why Din Tai Fung is so popular. I think the quality lies within the skin of their xiao long bao. They do not get soggy or the broth doesn't seep out no matter how long they stay in the steamer, but without the chili sauce, it's just not worth it. The beef noodle soup is also kinda meh. Is Din Tai Fung one of those restaurants that were hyped just cause somebody some time ago said it was good? You wait for so long and it just comes out disappointing especially if you're an Asian who is used to having tastier dumplings for 50c a piece if you just crossed the street from where you lived. There must be a reason why their HK branch got a Michelin Star right? Or is that overrated too? Please, somebody explain to me why people line up for Din Tai Fung.

Disappointed, we went to another spot in Chinatown. We lined up for another institution: Emperor's Garden Cakes and Bakery for the famous Emperor's cream puff. Wow! Finally some god food! For this one, we understand why people were willing to line up while it's 12°C outside just to have a bit of the hot, tasty and mouth watering cream puffs (which is actually manju) that is dirt cheap. it's $5 for 10 pieces and wow! It was love and decades of hard work in manju form.

Last on our food trip agenda was Kowloon Cafe. It was more expensive than the others but the servings were good for two people. Bruh it was great! The meals told us why Hong Kong cuisine is a force to be reckoned with. Who knew that baked rice with black bean sauce worked well with melted cheese? Hong Kong people, that's who. They also had a sense of humour when they called their French Toast "Thick Ass". The scrambled eggs with prawns was also so creamy and shaped like a tornado on top of creamy rice. I checked the reviews and it was rated 3.7/5. I understand why it was rated so low, it was an authentic experience of Asian street restaurant culture where the food is good but the staff is rude. They passed by and dumped the bowl in front of you unceremoniously and you were expected to eat fast and get out. Delicious! Reminded me of home!

All in all, the Sydney cheap food scene is worth trying out. We were surprised with how delicious everything was even if everything we tried was Asian cuisine. Mind you though, we went to the places that were recommended by a lot of people and they all just coincidentally happened to be Asian food. On our next trip there, we will be eating Western dishes and hope it's just as good as just as cheap.

There you go, here are some of Sydney's good food, how much they cost and a little preview on how they taste and what to expect. I bet there are better ways to go on a Sydney food trip on a budget, feel free to comment and let us know about your Sydney recommendations!

[asifcooks]

A Burnt Love Turns into a Biscuit: The Story of the Baqarkhani

Once upon a time, a man's tears turned a mill. He lost his love to a rival in the royal court.

Perhaps you can guess already, the object of his desire was too beautiful. But it was the time of kings and queens. And when the premier's son set his eyes on the same woman he loved, he found himself trapped in the royal chokehold.

After a while, his lover was dead in the swordfight that ensued. He could not save her.

He ordered to bake a new biscuit in her memory. It was his magnum opus, and an undying signature on time itself. Perhaps he too didn't know that it would become immortal. And every time it is baked, people will remember the love story - for centuries.

The delicacy is known as Baqarkhani - named after the couple who could not be together in life, Agha Baqer and Khani Begum.

It is not exactly a biscuit. Best to say, it is somewhere between a biscuit and a cookie. The subtle difference of its flaky and yet silky texture makes it a category of its own. But nevertheless, it is a baked good.

In the absence of a proper word in English, some call it a flatbread.

Dhaka, the capital city of Bangladesh, is the location where it originates. Or more precisely, the 'old Dacca', the oldest part of the city which now looks like a downtown suburb, still littered with the ruins and the last remains of the Mughal buildings and structures - from five hundred years ago.

Mirza Agha Baqer lived in the 18th century. History says, he died in the year 1754. In different versions, he appears either as the adopted son or the son-in-law of Dhaka's Naib Nazim, the chief of the city, Murshid Quli Khan II. And Khani herself was a courtesan. Zaynul Khan, the son of the Wazir (the Prime Minister of the City), abducted her after she turned him down for Baqer.

As the story goes, Zaynul tricked the premier into believing he is dead when Baqer followed him. And out of fury, he ordered to lock up Baqer alive in a tiger's cage. But he was too much of a brave guy and ended up killing the tiger.

That did not end the turmoil. It is said that the premier himself killed Zaynul when he attempted to hurt Baqer. But at his last breath, he pierced his sword into Khani's chest, leaving her dead with him.

300 years later...

The biscuit never lost its popularity, but records of time are saying that it became impoverished after the second world war. The country came to a standstill and people were battling a famine.

So instead of milk and Malai - the locally churned cream, the bakeries at Old Dacca started baking it with oil and Dalda - a type of fat extracted from vegetables.

Originally, it might have been way silkier than it is today. The version that remains comes in mostly sweet and salty flavors. But the local, traditional bakers of the city aren't affluent enough to recreate the very authentic version.

For centuries, it served as the breakfast of the city's royalties. When it started losing its glamour, it slowly turned into a rather ordinary food.

Pic: Collected

It is no more a royal feast now and everyone can afford a piece or two. But lately, it has been commercialized. These days, it comes in dry chocolate flavors as well - which is the newest addition.

The factories of Baqarkhani in the city are now baking it in the commercial ovens. Although, these rather synthetic versions can neither beat the taste nor the texture of the traditional bakeries.

The traditional flavors still surviving from ages include sweet and salty Paneer (cottage cheese), sugar, salt, Kebabs, minced meat and coconut.

And it is still a hot favorite in at least three countries of modern times, Bangladesh, Pakistan and India.

Tips for Baqarkhani

If you ever come to see Dhaka, don't forget to try it out. I guess at this point, that goes without saying. But if you do, here's my suggestions.

You have to travel to Old Dhaka and hunt it down right from the shabby, dimly lit bakeries by the road. If you are going for the cheaper versions manufactured at factories, you will miss the entire taste profile.

It is a token of love, a melt-in-mouth delicacy. And it turns into dust if your grip is too firm when holding it, and it crumbles. Just like the lost love of Baqer and Khani. The only Baqarkhani that's fake is a hard one. The products made in its own land all retains the softness and the snowflakes that drops from its body.

My American friend tried to make it in her oven. It didn't exactly turn out as what it was meant to be. From the pictures she showed me, I could tell that it came out a rocky (and if not rockhard) buttertoast - sitting on her cookie tray. She wasn't as much of a Baqarkhani enthusiast as I am, but perhaps a few more tries could make it better. So, while you can always google up a recipe and make it at home, it would be best to taste the original thing that comes out of the traditional, clay oven dug on the ground.

It is addictive. Once you taste it, you will crave for more. So, every time I buy it, I make sure I'm having a mix of flavors in my rack - both sugary and salty. The sweet Baqarkhani is harder to resist, but it still satisfies my sugar cravings on a rather low sugar count than all the desserts I would have in place of it.

And when a jar of Baqarkhani ends up at your life, make sure to try it with desi meat curries. The cup-a-Baqarkhani sold nowadays is rather a new twist to it, turning it into a meatier and juicier wholesome dish. Fewer carbs than a regular rice Bento, and still a wholesome meal. And there's quite a few recipes available on the internet for the leftovers, too!

Everyone knows that the Mughal emperor Shah Jahan once built the Taj Mahal to immortalize his love for his wife, the empress Mumtaz. But the Baqarkhani was here, too.

And it will be here, like a brown moon - served on silvers. And on our plates - will be a story of love, to cherish and remember.

(Though it's just a dream, I'm pretty sure we will remember it lavishly one day. The story has everything one could ask for - kings and queens, the white marbles of the royal palace and the fountains in the room, streaming, the dancing courtesan girl, the heartbroken Baqer and the jealous Zaynul.

When the time is ripe, and the country finally gets a real film industry - Baqer and Khani will become the Romeo and Juliet of a desi blockbuster.

It is not just flour and sugar. All of these goes into the making of Baqarkhani.)

Asif Tamoso

12 July 2024

[violetsystems]

Been watching a lot of yugioh lately. It isn’t as good maybe as Hunter X Hunter in some ways but it is way more useful strategically. I don’t really watch anything but anime right now. Real world logic and drama hurts my brain. I already experience enough bad acting in real life. I didn’t realize it gets kind of dark. He mind crushes some gym teacher to the shadow realm for objectifying anzu as dark yugi. In his defense he does warn him but dude doesn’t take him seriously. Apparently she finds that more attractive than kind but flaky yugi. I’m sure he finds a way to merge the two. 5D is on crunchyroll too. I’m about to play the wii version again just to get in the moment. There’s part of me still that thinks this job offer is a trick. And that’s an incredibly toxic situation to feel yourself in. The only inspiration I feel from yugioh is that his heart is in the cards. And that’s what helps him win at the last minute. That and his trump card. Speaking of that dude? That guy going to jail!

[foxpoetryandstudenttears]

I wish I had a mom

"But you do. Several in fact."

Well I have my egg donor who did her best but was mentally ill and was mean to me like a high school girl would be mean to a classmate.

I have mama S who let me live with her and does christmas with me but being there for me is only possible when it works for her husband. She took in a sad 16 year old and helped me towards being grown but also still treats me like every other parent I've had where I'm not a kid I'm also an adult they can complain to about adult problems

I have my stepmom who didn't know how to handle my brother and I when were 11 and 13 and didn't want to rely on her because our bio mom was flaky at best so we took care of ourselves. When we get into arguments she lashes out at me like she's fighting with someone who isn't her kid. No one should say things like that to their child.

I have a grandma who tries to fill in some gaps by getting me clothes that are more business casual and helped me learn to drive. But she never reaches out and feels that phones go both ways.

I have friends' moms who feel bad for me. Who gift me a christmas card with extra money in it and make sure I have somewhere to be on holidays and don't let me feel excluded.

But I don't have a mom. Someone I can call because I'm anxious a girl I've been seeing actually hates me and mom reminds me it's just my mental illness playing tricks on me. A mom to take me to the movies and dinner. A mom who loves me no matter what mistakes I make. Who sends me childhood recipes because I'm feeling nostalgic for her pasta. Who encourages me to do what I want and reminds me I'm smart enough to do what I put my mind too.

I have pieces of what makes a good mom but I don't have one and I don't think I ever will.

[slashcrz]

Dismay colored Reuben’s features, and for how quick his cheeks reddened at the deliberation of her call-out, realizing just how quickly he had come to fail her, he thought about running from the room to be given time to think up a safe response. He’d have never said a word of it to Dorit at all if he’d known at her first opportunity, lips would part && spill right to Joanna’s ears. The frown deepened, and he was given a TASTE of what betrayal felt like. So… Dorit’s anger at him, and her urge for revenge, was greater than her craving of greed, greater than a lump sum of gold in her fingers. Or, she thought him capable of maintaining the game, even with her setting askew the difficulty outside of his favor. “ You must understand, she did practically raise me… “ Reuben started, gaze flaky in the reflection, both of them now avoidance of the other. His heart raced, and he was quick to try && think the easiest way out of blame, while also ensuring that Joanna did not continue to believe the lies that were growing worse. “ My whole life, she was there for me, and in the end, I betrayed her. “ It was the first time he put it so plainly, but the clues were always there, hidden in the complaints towards Elias, all steeped in regret. “ She must be more angry with me than she lets on, she would see my chances at happiness ruined… I deserve that, I suppose. “ He frowned, bitterly, master in this kind of avoidance. Dodging blame, dealing in half truths, spinning the tale to favor him best. It came naturally, and he reached for Joanna again, settled only by her physical touch && presence. It was hard for him not cringe as she told him of Dorit’s intimacy with her; but he knew the tactic well. Another trick passed down… create less space between you && a foe, tickle their defenses with liberties taken in boundaries. You immediate gain the upper-hand. Tactics he now explores in his forgery scheme… but never had he used them on Joanna. His words to Dorit were quick, thoughtless lies - and he feared to fess up to them now, despite Dorit’s efforts to tarnish their union. Reuben wondered if this meant Dorit didn’t want to go to Scotland. “ My sister is many things, but gentle is not one of them, I am afraid. You mustn’t listen to her, she knows not what she says, and she fears that I may leave her here to fend for her own. Joanna, please, don’t be cross with me. Take her words with just a tiny grain of salt? “

She is forced to watch him care through the reflection, watch his concern and worry. Liar. Deceiver. How much money did he think he would be rewarded for such a gentle kiss that felt no different than any before across her skin? Despite the pain ripping through her muscles. That pain was nothing compared to the aching tightness in her chest. "I was distracted," she confessed through gritted teeth, pulling her nightgown and robe back over her shoulder before she tied the robe tightly to her body. She could barely look into the mirror without attempting to blur the image before her so she would not have to truly look at him, "After a rather revealing conversation with your beloved sister, Dorit, I've had a lot on my mind." She drew in another deep breath. Though his sister was capable of draining every last drop of courage she had left, with Reuben she was unafraid, always has been. Being vulnerable was never difficult. Remaining angry, that was the hard part. "I'm so very glad that you spoke so highly of her before she told me everything. It makes her story about you..." she could hardly choke the word out, "using me as a means to an end quite believable, don't you think?" Arms crossed in front of her chest, her gaze fell to the floor, "I had no idea you two were that close, considering she practically claimed you as her own and was comfortable enough to practically caress my face and body like I was her little plaything."

[red-doll-face]

Hey I love reading your Thomas Hewitt stories and I was wondering if you can write one with Thomas Hewitt being a dom and a little with his female s/o if your comfortable writing it or you can do a Thomas Hewitt and female s/o where they grew up with each other and she had to leave for because of her parents and a couple years later she comes back and surprises him and the family ☺️😅

It’s not that im not up for it I just wasn’t sure if u wanted nsfw or fluff but the second prompt was a bit more clear, if you’re still interested in the first maybe send me a few more details and I’ll see what I can do ! Sorry this took forever to write 🥲

WC: 1285

Warnings; nothing much this is sort of fluffy , mentions of bullying and blood

Thomas B. Hewitt x gn Reader

One and Only

“C’mon, come play with us!” Blonde summer hair bounced around with all of the other girls on the school ground, the other girls with their dresses and bobby socks. Your mother, a dutiful teacher at the school made you wear clothes that seemed to fit right in with them but no matter what she dressed you in, you never were enthusiastic about playing with them.

“Yeah, leave the dumb ugly boy crying in the ditch.” They laughed, cruelly. Your brows furrowed.

“But he’s bleeding.” You mutter and they boo you and blow raspberries at you.

“Who cares, he’s so ugly,” They chitter and some become uninterested enough to wander away. Your heart bleeds like he does as you begin to climb into the ditch he was tossed in. This was the worst anyone had ever done to poor Tommy B. Hewitt. His face was scarred and flaky, thus the target of every person with a mean bone in their body. Girls and boys would poke at him. Prod him like a circus attraction.

“Tommy? Where’s your mama?” He sobs in the ditch, blood from tumbling over sharp things dripping down the tan skin of his arm. Your pressed white shirt has a brown smudge on it already. He never answers that question. You don't say anything either for a moment, watching him heave. You try to help him up but he’s too heavy for you to carry up the steep slope. He must have dirt all over his face. Dirt all over your shoes. You frown and look at the ridge of the hole you're in. His mama’ll never see him from up there. He might never go home. You couldn't imagine him laying in the ditch behind the schoolyard all night, his poor mama crying out for him and he none the wiser. Sleeping in the dirt. You know what his mama looks like. So, you wait on top of the ridge. Eventually, Tommy’s mama comes around.

“You seen my son, child?”

“Yes, Ms.Hewitt. He’s in there. The older boys beat him and pushed him in. Can’t get him out anyhow. I tried.” You point towards the boy. Small for someone so big for his age. His papa must be the size of Mt. Rushmore. The woman gasps and stumbles down the incline.

“You rotten things! My baby down here bleedin’!” She helps her son to stand and you finally see his face. It is indeed covered in dirt and tears. The red scarring raises over the lower half of his face. Tommy sees you looking and he chokes back a sob, letting his head bow to face the ground. His mama can’t quite get him out either so you help her tug him up. His ankle might have gotten hurt. The woman, though judging you as one of the children who tormented her son, thanks you.

“You do this to my son?” She glares down at you and you shake your head.

“Good.”

Tommy’s family has a plantation a few miles away from the town and many a mile away from the slaughterhouse. You and your mama live in the area. Mama sometimes goes down to give Luda Mae, Tommy’s mama, some books for Tommy. She won’t let him go to school no more seeing as how they nearly broke her son's leg. You go down with her, no one to look after you at the house. You hide behind her skirt but she shoos you away to go play with Tommy. She and Ms. Luda Mae talk about tea and rancher’s gossip. Tommy’s in the parlor. Bits of fabric and a tin full of needles sit on the floor with him. You tilt your head.

“What’re you doing?” You speak and he startles. He looks like he might cry again and you're not sure what to do. You watch as he shrinks in on himself. You kneel down next to him, picking up a thread he had cut and a needle.

“Need help threading it?” He fumbles and snatches the items. He tries to show you he can do it, quickly becoming frustrated. He hadn’t the tact for it but it could be learned.

“Here,” you show him your trick, placing the bristled thread between your lips for a second, then slipping it easily in the eye. You pull it out and tell him to try. He slowly copies your actions and you smile.

You remember the Hewitt boy fondly. You remember him when he was his happiest. Unfortunately, your mother couldn't afford to live in the town anymore after her work dried up and the water followed behind. She had found a job in Dallas, as her child you went where she did. You were sad that you had to leave poor Tommy B. Hewitt behind, you knew you were the only friend he ever had.

Now, you live in Dallas, looking after your mother. She teaches kids piano and you work in the city. Your mother one day mentions the quaint country house you used to live in and you decide to go see if it's still standing. Driving down the dusty roads brings back memories of simpler days. You remember, suddenly the sullen face of Tommy too. He had been so sad to see you drive away. You waved at him.

The plantation house is still there. A lot dingier and darker than you could recall. You fear for a moment that it's abandoned but there are signs of life. You carefully walk up to the porch, knowing Tommy’s uncle had set traps to catch varmint all of the time. You make it and knock. The weathered face of Ms. Luda Mae answers, looking surprised and then her face sours.

“If it ain't the city slicker.” She furrows her brow, glasses on beads pulled up to rest on the tip of her nose.

“Hi Ms. Luda Mae. How’ve you been?” You try to be friendly but she appears to be resistant to your smile and warm tone.

“Fine, just fine. You?” It’s southern politeness, she doesn't seem an ounce interested.

“Good, I haven't been down here since-”

“Since you left. Broke my only son’s heart, you did.” You frown. You hadn’t meant to but you won't fill your mouth with excuses. She knows why you left.

“Tommy’s still around?”

“Yup. I’m not sure he’ll want to see you. I’ll call him over anyway.” She closes the door a moment and shuffles off into her house. You stand patiently, waiting. Lumbering footsteps approach the door and stop. Nervous maybe. You don’t call out to him, soon the creak of the door assures you he does want to see you.

“Hi Tom-” He picks you up and hoists you in a hug. You gasp, his arms tightening around your middle. He’s grown up now, you can tell. He’s tall and built like a brick house. He places you down after a moment, hands on your shoulders as if to make sure you’re real. To make sure you’ll stay. He has a mask on to cover a face you’ve already seen.

“Tommy B. Hewitt, do you remember me?” He nods and looks down on you with those familiar brown eyes.

“Your mama said I broke your heart. That true?” He averts his eyes in embarrassment. Looking rather sheepish for a man the size of a bull. He doesn't indicate any form of yes. You comfort him anyway.

“I’m sorry Tommy. Wasn't a thing I could do. Do you forgive me?” He nods after a moment.

“Fill me in on what’s happening round here?” He nods again, eagerly gripping your hand in his own, tugging you inside of the old plantation house..

This one isn’t very exciting and is sort of long but I hope u like it ! Thanks for the req ! 😳🥰

[gifm]

𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒈𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂  .  .  .

*  ──  (  aisha  potter  ,  twenty  -  two  ,  cis  woman  ,  she  /  her  )  welcome  to  hilton  hills  ,  gianna  nilsson  !  after  living  here  for  five  years  ,  we  are  so  glad  you  have  decided  to  stay  here  this  summer  and  work  as  a  bartender  .  a  lot  of  the  other  locals  have  said  you  can  come  across  as  -  flaky  and  -  closed  ,  but  are  also  known  to  be  +  loyal  and  +  astute  when  you  want  to  be  .  if  we  were  to  compare  you  to  anything  ,  it  would  be  practicing  tricks  with  her  balisong  while  making  eye  contact  with  a  stranger  ,  pretending  to  be  outside  someone’s  house  while  sitting  at  home  eating  ben  and  jerry’s  ice  cream  ,  using  a  stiletto  in  a  game  of  darts  and  hitting  the  bullseye  .  make  sure  not  to  be  late  for  your  first  shift  and  clock  out  in  time  to  make  it  to  the  bonfire  tonight  !  i  hear  they  are  going to  play  pretty  poison  by  nessa  barrett  just  for  you  !  [  anna  ,  27  ,  she  /  her  ,  cst  ]

𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒇𝒖𝒍  𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔  .  .  .

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒  +  𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

name   gianna  louise  nilsson

nicknames  gi

sexual  orientation  bisexual

height  5  foot  2  inches

hair  color  brunette

eye  color  brown

hometown  atlanta  ,  georgia

languages  english

positive  adventurous  ,  independent  ,  outspoken  ,  astute  ,  clever

negative  flaky  ,  impulsive  ,  selfish  ,  hot  -  headed  ,  closed  -  off

zodiac  sagittarius  sun  ,  pisces  moon  ,  scorpio  rising

aesthetics  practicing  tricks  with  her  balisong  while  making  eye  contact  with  a  stranger  ,  pretending  to  be  outside  someone’s  house  while  sitting  at  home  eating  ben  and  jerry’s  ice  cream  ,  using  a  stiletto  in  a  game  of  darts  and  hitting  the  bullseye  .

FULL  BIO  IS  STILL  BEING  WORKED  ON  !

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The Blue Bag

This is the a friend tries to convince her phone on the merits of cutting out all sugar except sugar-babying scene from my 10:47 am microfic. Pansy and Draco have a chat about bad choices and forgiveness.

"You don't need the money."

Pansy huffs into her Porta-Floo, and the flames shift, tickling her ear. "No, of course not. That's the bloody joy of being rich, isn't it? That I can do whatever I want and it's all my choice. But I don't need to tell you that."

"My father was the richest man I know, and he still placed himself at the mercy of the Dark Lord."

"Yes, well." Draco could deny it all he wanted, but Lucius did that to himself. "Men are stupid. Oh, I didn't mean you, baby." She winks at the man across from her. His eyes are blue, and he's a bit of a paunch on the belly. Cute.

"Are you on the tube again?"

Pansy stamps her foot over an imaginary cigarette. "You've been so bloody judgemental since you started dating Potter. It's like you sucked the sanctimonious straight out of his holy saviour cock. What happened to the Draco who jerked Theo off right under McGonagall's nose during Transfigurations? Now it's all come with me to Loony's book reading and bring ice to my dinner party and stop hooking up with old geezers who buy you Birkins; it's beneath you. I miss the old Draco." She sighs, the nostalgia escaping her in a long, whistling breath.

"Yeah? I fucking hated him."

"Don't say that."

"I fucking did, alright? You can make fun of Harry all you want, but he's just — just. He makes me feel good about myself."

"Yes, yes, I know. Saint Potter forgave you for all your sins, yada-yada—"

"Give me some fucking credit. Potter doesn't go handing out forgiveness like some sort of clemency Robin Hood. I bloody earned it. Maybe he showed me things that I hadn't considered before, but all that unlearning, all that change came from me. I had to do it! And it was fucking hard! And you can do it too, but you just bloody won't."

The train jerks to a halt. Pansy follows the people out and up the stairs of the underground. The sun is settling on the horizon, purplish as a bruised orange.

"Pansy?"

"Sorry, love. Had a bit of a connection drop getting out of the tube. You know how flaky Floo powder gets underground."

"I'm just." Draco sighs. Pansy can practically see him running an agitated hand through his hair. She's tickled over how much he cares about her, however misplaced.

"I'm two blocks away," Pansy says. "Your neighbourhood is so quaint."

"You're not the same girl who gave Harry up either," Draco says.

"I should bloody hope not. Just thinking about that bob makes me cringe."

"I thought all my mistakes had ruined me for life. But Harry and his friends taught me that people just keep moving forward. I guess what I'm saying is that Harry doesn't hate you anymore. Nobody does. They can change as much as you. But you can deal with that when you're ready."

Blood. Loyalty. Vengeance. Slytherins act with permanence, as though every cut will scar. Was it Draco's choice when he shed his skin, or did Potter trick him?

"How much ice did you want again?"

"Are you at Mi Pueblito?"

The door jingles. A woman sitting behind the cashier looks up from her magazine and waves.

"Yeah," Pansy says.

"Get the blue bag, then."

Pansy dumps the bag on the counter and counts out her coins. She can hear Draco breathing from the other end of the line, but she's back on the pavement before he speaks again.

"Do you really miss the old me?"

"Shut the fuck up. You know I'll love you forever."

She looks up to see Draco leaning over his balcony. He throws a key down, and she catches it, still warm from his palm.