#sleepy brisket

[silver-cowboy]

i love young sheldon and big bang theory

[kaizsche]

TWISTERS FEATURETTE, GLEN POWELL: ALL ACCESS

[transmemesfortransqueens]

[plethorawrites]

Hey! Would you be willing to write a Jason Todd x southern!reader? Like the reader is from the southern states of America and just their cultural differences, like his thoughts on southern hospitality and the different slang and stuff? If not that's okay! Hope you have a great day/night!

Of course! I'm really leaning into some stereotypes and really dramatic features, fyi. I'm fully aware of that. (Enjoy reading this while I go bomb my midterm because I didn't study enough!!!) (Send help. I'm begging.)

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Everyone, even Jason Todd himself always imagined him ending up with someone a little bit more like himself—mistrusting, sarcastic, morbid. No one had foreseen him ending up with you, of all people, who were not only not hardened by the perpetually disturbing state of Gotham, but actually somehow cheerful? They chalked it up to one simple difference, though—the fact that you were from the south.

Geographically, he knew where your state was, but for whatever reason, the south seemed a lot more like an alternate dimension the more he got to know you.

Your look had, obviously, been the first thing to draw him in, seeing you from across a bar. But it was the accent that had him feeling his mouth go dry, that sweet, long drawl that made your words curve slightly at the end of every sentence. It was like his brain malfunctioned the first time he heard it.

And honestly, sometimes it still did.

Hearing you mumble his name in the morning when your voice was all sleepy, a little rasp mixed with that twang that always drew his attention no matter how much he heard it. But your accent, although stark in comparison to the typical Jersey accent that was widespread throughout Gotham, there were a number of other traits that he also found out of place in the city.

Like your odd hospitality—condolence casserole was not a thing he even thought about, let alone actually made until one of the cops Jim Gordon knew died and you made the window, a woman you've never even met, a casserole. Multiple, actually. Along with cookies.

But then again, you baked frequently.

Like making cornbread. Which, was apparently something people actually made and ate? He had no clue. It was delicious though. Most southern food, he quickly realized, was. He usually ate fast food most nights, too tired to cook for himself and too busy to go to an actual restaurant, but you had cooked so often for yourself, always making enough for an entire family (What was with all the leftovers?!) that he started trying and liking almost everything you made.

He'd eat brisket, ribs, pulled pork sliders, devouring it all. You made an incredibly good steak, too. Better than at any restaurant or catering his dad ever had. Meals were typically paired with a glass of iced tea though. Sweet iced tea, obviously. You consumed an absurd amount of it, for some reason, making it from scratch frequently, along with lemonade. And while he disliked the tea, even after trying it repeatedly to make you happy, he adored the lemonade you made, which was tart and refreshing all at once.

He found out quickly, that you were far too pure for Gotham, opening doors for people instead of letting it shut in their faces, which was typical. Or saying ma'am and sir at the end of nearly every sentence, even with friends occasionally by accident.

He loved your pet names for him, though. Instead of baby, or sweetheart like most people would use, you called him sugar or darlin', sometimes sweet pea. It seemed like it would sound cringey, but with the way it rolled off your tongue because of your accent, it was so smooth, it just fit.

You also, quite frequently and without realizing, used words like y'all, reckon, howdy which he found utterly adorable. No where near as cute as the words he didn't even recognize, though. He thought he lost his mind when you first said the toaster was acting Cattywampus. He still didn't quite understand what that meant, but got the gist.

He'd admit, he got pretty jealous when you first called another man handsome when he was barely in range to hear it. He'd been hurt and pulled you away, asking why. You'd said it was because the man was an idiot and he stared at you like you grew a second head. "It ain't right to be beautiful and smart, so when someone's as dumb as a bag of rocks, you gotta call handsome." You explained and realization dawned on him that you'd been insulting that man directly to his face without him realizing it.

That was rather funny.

As was the number of 'bless your hearts' you would mutter to people with a sweet tone, only for it to be a subtle dig. He had no idea the south was so...well, catty.

Jason also appreciated some of your more obscure talents, like your strange ability to recognize types of snakes, which he discovered when Joker released dozens of them into the city causing mass panic. You were utterly perplexed, especially when he told you they were coral snakes, which had a paralyzing bite. "Are you sure we're seeing the same snakes, sugar? Those are king snakes, they're harmless."

In his and his family's defense, Gotham has a rat problem, not a snake one, typically. Plus they looked almost identical and moved so fast it was hard to tell the difference. Except for you, who'd grown up learning to know what venomous and non venomous snakes looked like to avoid getting bit.

In addition to your weird knowledge about reptiles, you also knew an awful lot about sports, mostly football. It was sometimes difficult to tear you away from the TV and even though he could care less, he'd watch it with you if it gave him the chance to pull you into his lap on the couch.

You were often a walking contradiction in his mind, so polite and kind, a fan of boots and extremely nice leather products that were probably better than his, yet so capable of spending the entire day fishing (not that the Gotham water was safe to fish in, because it really wasn't) or going to the gun range with him. A shotgun really wasn't what he'd had in mind when inviting you along, but since your family would always partake in hunting season, he supposed he really shouldn't have been surprised when you picked it up. And used it like an expert.

He'll admit, that was extremely attractive.

Your duality, your gentle nature, your southern hospitality which he quickly realized was a very real thing, all enticed him to no end. Until he was so utterly smitten he was incorporating your slang into his vocabulary and taking your every suggestion about quality leather goods.

Yeah, it was safe to say you were the last person anyone thought Jason would like, but turned out to be the one he loved.

[diremoone]

sweet dedication | g. satoru

a year after his fight with sukuna, satoru finally gets to enjoy his birthday in peace, with no one but his beloved wife.

w — fluff, post-canon, lots of food :3, i incorporated a doggo sue me, vv short but hopefully sweet 🥰

Happy Birthday, My Beloved Satoru ❤️❤️

[ line divider credit to @/saradika ]

The last thing Satoru expected to smell coming through the front door of his home was a mixture of cinnamon and cherries. He shrugged off the jacket from his shoulders and curiously stepped further into his home. Upon seeing the kitchen table and every counter, his eyes went wide and mouth fell open.

On the kitchen table was at least four boxes of pizza, chicken wings, fried chicken, and brisket. Towards the end of the table farther fell the front door were sides, like green bean casserole and corn. His mouth began to water, his inner food junkie rearing it’s hungry head.

Across the counters and clearly in the oven were desserts, desserts, and more desserts — apple and cherry pie, cheesecake, fruit kebabs, crepes, mochi, brownies, kikufuku from Sendai. Gosh, what was the occasion?

And then the man sees above the hallway entrance that leads to the other rooms: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Satoru gapes.

Was it really December 7th?

He checks his phone and his brows raise in surprise. How in the world did he forget?

But you didn’t. You would’ve been the only one available to have made such a feast for him (even if it was mostly sweets), since everyone else was out on missions, still trying to tidy up Japan after the Culling Games’ toll.

He feels his heart swell with love and happiness, happy that you’ve remembered a date that he’s thrown to the side for so many years. He’s happy that you’ve done so much here for him, a genuine showcase of how much you really loved him and knew him by cooking all of his favorites. This must’ve taken you hours and hours to do; this being a clear proclamation of how much you’ve dedicated yourself to him and to knowing him.

“Babe?” he calls out to open air. No response. He’s smart by checking the kitchen first; you’d never leave cooking food unattended.

Satoru’s mouth quirks up into a sweet smile at the sight of passed out, sitting on the kitchen floor with your inseparable corgi Maple snoozing away right next to you. Although he squints at the sight of your neck lolled to the side in the corner of the cabinets. That didn’t look comfortable at all.

He’s not sure if he should take you to bed or wake you up right now. After a moment, he decides the former. But as soon as you’re scooped up and secured against his broad chest, your eyes flutter open. Maple wakes up too, barking and wiggling her butt, happy to see her dad.

“Oh, my god. Satoru!”

He winks. “The one and only baby.”

Your brain has always been fast about remembering all of the events prior to any sort of sleep or nap you’ve had. This time was no different, and he chuckles when you begin to groan and complain about your surprise being ruined.

“God, I can’t believe I fell asleep! How does one even sleep on the kitchen floor. My ass hurts, Jesus,” you complain. You burrow your head into the crook of his neck in embarrassment as he carries you to the couch and sits down with you on his lap. Maple bounds up behind him and miraculously uses her little legs to hop up on the couch. Satoru chuckles and takes a moment to briefly give her belly rubs.

“Thank you for trying to make this day special for me,” your ‘Toru says. It’s sweet, the tone of his voice, filled with love and adoration. “Don’t feel bad. That looks like a lot of cooking you did, so it’s only natural you’d fall asleep at some point. So don’t beat yourself up over it, okay?”

You grumble but nod anyway. It was true. You’d been awake ever since he’d left earlier this morning, putting the pedal to the floor on your attempt to swamp the love of your life with all of his favorite foods made by hand.

“I love you, Satoru,” you mumble, still tired and sleepy from overextending yourself.

“I love you, too, baby.” His lips press a long kiss to the side of your temple. He pulls away to gaze down into your eyes, chuckles escaping him again at seeing the sleepy haze in them. “Thank you for trying to make my special day special.”

“But I still didn’t get to surprise you,” you complain.

“I wasn’t expecting it when I came home, especially now with everything going on. I think that’s a big enough surprise for me,” he argues. “So come on, cheer up! We have some delicious delicious food to eat made by my sweet, adorable, wonderful wifey-poo! Except the pizza of course!”

You deadpan. “Call me that again and I’ll smash the strawberry shortcake I made as your birthday cake in that expensive jacket you bought last week.”

Satoru gasps dramatically in horror.

“You wouldn’t!”

“Try me.”

“Not if I eat it first!”

taglist:

@vagabond-umlaut @heresan @4sat0ruu and @/all my satoru lovers also i shouldn’t have taken that nap otherwise this taglist would be longer lmaoo

let’s raise a glass to this man who deserves the entire fucking world

[kiankiwi]

5,9, and 41 please!!!! 🥰🥰

5. help 9. falling 41. comfort food

YOU'RE SETTING ME UP TO WRITE SOME FLUFFY FLUFF DOMESTIC BLISS, my FAVORITE! THANK YOU!

TK knew that smell as soon as he walked into the house... brisket and kugel. His comfort foods... How did he get so lucky?

TK walked closer to the dining table to find Carlos pouring what looked like sparkling water.

"A-are we celebrating something? What am I forgetting?" He asked his husband nervously.

And his wonderful man looked at him with those beautiful Carlos cow eyes. "No... Nancy just told me you had a couple hard calls. Figured I could make your favorite dinner..." TK smiled and leaned forward to kiss his boy.

"Did I ever tell you that I'm constantly falling more in love with you every day?" TK sapped. Carlos chuckled. "No but you're a sappy sap and I love you too. Sit, sit."

"No wine tonight?" TK asked as they both sat down and started passing the dishes back and forth to fill their plates. "Nah, I don't need to drink... I knew you had a bad day... didn't want to..." TK nodded as his husband trailed off.

Later that night after their fifth episode of Survivor, Carlos could feel TK's body growing heavy against him. Carlos glanced down and could see TK could barely keep his head up and his eyes open.

"C'mon baby, let's go to bed, You're exhausted." Carlos whispered as he tried to help TK to his feet. "Nnnnngh..." TK whined as he hugged onto Carlos. "I know, I know, you're sleepy... c'mon."

[thelampisaflashlight]

Everything Goes On Pt. 8

[Who were you before him? Time skip again. Not suitable for younger audiences. Previous Part here.] Below the cut.

"This is Brisket." Dew says, holding up quite possibly the least intimidating dog to grace the face of the Earth, "He's a Chiweenie."

"A... A Chiweenie?" Mountain stares at the little creature, currently giving him the most wet eyed look in return, "This is your new Hellhound?"

"Hey, he may not look like much, but he's fierce!"

Brisket yawns and gets his tongue stuck outside of his mouth.

"I took you for more of a big breed dog kind of guy." Mountain says, watching the puppy drop his head into the palm of Dew's hand.

"Nah, I mean, I love all kinds of dogs, but living in a dorm with a St. Bernard sounds like a nightmare. It's also easier to travel."

"Is Brisket going on the road with us for tour then?" Mountain asks, "He could probably fit in your carry on..."

"Maybe next tour, for now, I mean, look at this guy." He rocks his arm slightly and the puppy's ears flop side to side, "He wouldn't make it through the opening act."

Mountain laughs, "So, what prompted this?"

He gestures at Brisket, and then at Dew's new, shorter haircut.

"Companionship." Dew says, holding up Brisket, "And not having anyone around to stop me."

"Hm, well, it suits you." Mountain says, picking up Brisket's head in his hands to squish his tiny face around a little.

"The puppy or the hair?"

"I mean, Brisket... I can't believe you named him that... is quite handsome in his own right, but I meant your hair." Mountain clarifies, "Not that your old style didn't, too, this one's just, I dunno, refreshing? Is that a word people use to describe hair?"

Dew snorts.

"Why Brisket though?"

"He smells like beef." the ghoul motions for Mountain to sniff the dog.

"Like in a good way or a bad-" Mountain sniffs Brisket again, "-Why does he smell like he rolled around in a barbecue??"

"Legend has it he was born in the behind some kind of bar and grille that served some pretty good steak..."

It has been three months since Aether left.

Three.

A whole quarter of a year, and Dew's starting to feel a little more grounded.

It helps when he has two new ghouls to coach through the motions of being "human" -Actually, Brisket was his own sort of reward to himself for not completely messing that up.- between teaching Aeon how to use a fork and getting Aurora to wear underwear, Dew hasn't had time to think of much else.

He still has his moments where he wakes up in his new room and gets confused, where he reaches over to the right side of the bed only to be met with the cold bedspread, but once he discovered he could spread out across the mattress unimpeded by another body, he'd more or less stopped.

It's the little things, he supposes, taking solace in the creature comforts he had forgotten after having to share his space and find compromises to make his other half happy...

Sure, it sucks not being able to roll over in the morning and get sleepy cuddles, but now he can fit a little bed on the other half for Brisket to sleep in, and that more than makes up for that.

Aether liked dogs, too, but he'd never let one sleep in their bed, claiming it would "spoil" them.

Well, too bad, Aether, Brisket is going to be as spoiled as a prince of Hell.

That being said, though, Dew does miss having another ghoul in his bed, and while there had been offers...

"It just doesn't feel right." he tells Cumulus one afternoon, "Feels like I'm cheating even though... ya know."

"You and Aether were together for four years," she says, "it's okay to need time."

"I know, but I'm not... I'm not sure when it's okay to... start all of that again."

"Having sex?"

"Kind of, but, I mean more like..." he lowers his voice, "...dating."

"Ohhh..." Cumulus pats his arm, "I'd say don't rush into all of that. You know what they say about rebound relationships..."

"Actually I... I don't." Dew whispers, "Aether was the only person I've ever dated."

"How'd you two wind up together anyway?" Cumulus asks, "Not to be rude, I mean, you two are, like, polar opposites."

"Not completely." Dew starts counting on his fingers, "We had a couple key things in common; We liked dogs, beer, music, obviously, and..."

The tips of Dew's ears go red.

"And?"

"There's this thing he could do with his tongue that he taught me how to do-"

.

.

.

Cirrus is... frustrated.

Cumulus has been avoiding her.

Not really, it's just...

"Cir, I love you, but you're being a little... suffocating lately." the smaller ghoulette had confessed, "I won't go anywhere just because we're not cuddling every second of the day, you know?"

Cirrus presses her face into her pillow and screams.

She can't help it.

Lately, it feels like if she isn't physically connected to Cumulus, it feels like they're drifting apart.

It's Dew's fault honestly.

Ever since Aether left him, he's been leaning on Cumulus for emotional support, even though he's not the only person hurt by...

By...

Cirrus rolls over in her bed, squeezing her pillow to her chest.

The night before Aether broke up with Dew...

"...Fuck, Cir..."

"Mn... Aeth... You feel so good..."

They aren't exclusive.

None of them are exclusive.

But something about it had felt...

Forbidden.

Good.

And now that she has time to reflect on it, it felt a lot like a goodbye, too.

"Does Dew know you're here?"

"He does, he doesn't care."

"Typical Dew."

"Yeah."

Dew knew, so there was... there was no guilt there.

Cumulus had known, too, but...

"Why are you apologizing? We all mess around."

...Why had she wanted her to be angry?

"...What's wrong with me?"

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.

.

Swiss will admit, sometimes he makes poor decisions in the heat of the moment that result in... unfortunate circumstances...

"Your dick looks like a fucking glowstick." Dew gapes, beside him, Rain is positively shaking trying to contain his laughter, "Jack it off too hard and accidentally crack it or something?"

"You know the guard you set me up with a while back?" Swiss asks, tucking himself back into his pants, "Yeah, uh, turns out no matter where you stick it, this happens."

"I-It's like you dunked your junk in a vat of highlighter ink..." Rain cackles, "Does it come off?"

"Takes, like, two to three days for the... the glow to fade."

"So if you decided to jack off with the lights off, would your cum also glow? Like is it soaked in that far? Or is it like a weird sunburn?" Dew asks.

"..."

"Swiss?"

"...I need to go test something."

And, honest to Satan's balls, that was what Swiss was intent on doing when in his haste to get back to his dorm, he bumped into a sibling of sin walking through the corridors with-

"Aether?"

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

soft brisket, warm brisket, little ball of herbs, happy brisket, sleepy brisket, pat pat pat

thank yew:3 garlic

Such a nice lullaby 😭 thank you garlic

[m1sa-w1sa]

did i just compose the song of the summer??

song composed and directed by myself, george cooper!! 🥰

soft brisket

warm brisket

little ball of herbs

happy brisket

sleepy brisket

pat pat pat

i think he made the song of the summer

(if you want to be apart of my taglist lmk pls)

[1m1npa1n]

Soft brisket, warm brisket… little ball of herbs… happy brisket, sleepy brisket, pat pat pat…

[simonisferal]

soft brisket!

Warm brisket!

little ball of herbs…

happy brisket, sleepy brisket!

pat..pat..pat..

k.

[chnt-confessions]

hey guys Chapters 3 and 4 are out. person who mistook Jedidiah for getting shot I referenced u heart emoji lots of love, curiousfish66 did I just write the song of the summer? song written and composted by myself! george cooper. soft brisket warm brisket little ball of herbs happy brisket sleepy brisket pat pat pat

WE LOVE YOU CURIOUSFISH66

[inou-ie]

soct brisket warm brisket little ball of herbs, hapoy brisket sleepy brisket pat pat pat

[chuluoyi]

Sift brisket warm brisket little ball of herb

Happy brisket sleepy brisket

PAT PAT PAT

Thank you thank you

HAHAHAHA I DON’T UNDERSTAND 🥹🥹🥹 i searched it on tiktok and it shows the song but??🥹🥹

[a-narcissists-warren]

i have returned

oft brisket warm brisket little ball of fur happy brisket sleepy brisket pat pat pat

-🦊🌈 (previously 🐈🌈)

woah little guy! you look different today! did you get new sunglasses?

[zoropookie]

did i just make the song of the summer

song directed and composed by myself, george cooper 😮‍💨

soft brisket

warm brisket

little ball of herbs

happy brisket

sleepy brisket

pat pat pat

thank you, thank you

g..eorge cooper isn't that guy dead

holy shit

you may be a lyrical genius dead or not