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Trine [7]

Anselm Vogelweide X Blue Jones X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Part One • Trine Masterlist • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • request info • ko-fi •

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Summary: Anselm and you have meetings all day, and Blue isn't amused.

A/N: This hasn't been proofread, I don't know what I'm doing or what happened this just sort of appeared in my brain.

Warnings: crying, Blue being a bit bratty and then emotional and needy, Blue having emotions?? Whaaat?, oral (m! receiving), reader is married to Anselm, Anselm refers to reader as ‘my love’, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 2813

Blue glares daggers (and bullets and some kind of illegal toxin that makes its victim's skin fall off) at the man sitting opposite you. He couldn’t be bothered to learn his name, refused to, he was fed up of all of the useless and boring people that had been demanding your time today.

His expression quickly changed when you noticed him standing in your office doorway, he smiled sweetly at you, batting his eyes and walking over when you grinned. 

“Hello, sweet thing.” You say softly, moving a little and pushing your chair out from your desk a fraction. 

Blue leans down, pressing a kiss to your cheek then nuzzling into your neck and breathing deeply.

“You okay?” You whisper. 

“Hmm, I miss you.” He mutters, putting on the sweetest voice you have ever heard while sneaking a vicious scowl at the gentleman you were having a meeting with. Practically snarling. 

You knew exactly what Blue was doing. 

But you liked to indulge him. 

“Aww,” you say, lightly stroking his hair. He presses himself closer to your hand, like a pampered housecat. “I won’t be much longer, I promise.” 

He pouts lightly, a hint of a smile on his lips. 

“Come sit with me while I finish this meeting?” 

He grins wickedly the second you finish speaking and climbs eagerly into your lap when you tap your thighs. Warmth rolls off his body as he settles, kissing your neck lightly and wrapping his arms around you before he looks back across your desk. 

He maintains eye contact with your meeting as he puts his heels up on the edge of your polished wooden desk, something he has asked your permission about before. He wiggles his house slippers, trying to be as much of an annoyance to the man as possible. 

To his credit, the man glances quickly back to you, and stays quiet. 

You tut lightly and with humour, gently tapping Blue’s shin. “Behave.” 

Blue chuckles. “I’m sorry.” He whispers in your ear, very unapologetically with unbridled glee in his voice. 

You nod, “Continue Theo.”

Blue rolls his eyes, ugh, as the man across starts to talk. Some nonsense about profits and manufacturing and blah, blah, blah. 

You answer every now and then, occasionally questioning and nodding. Blue likes it when you talk, the way your voice rumbles through your chest into his skin. The sounds of your sweet and silky voice forming the syllables. 

You don’t get up when Theo finishes and thanks you for your time, due to Blue, but you do shake his hand. 

Blue nearly throws a punch when Theo has the gall to ghost his lips over your knuckles. The only thing that stops him is your hand on his waist. 

You wait until he’s left and your office door is closed before you regard Blue with a smirk. 

He grabs your hand hastily, and licks over the spot Theo’s lips touched before he sucks on your skin.

You chuckle at his little display, at the frown that has formed on his forehead. “Did Anselm kick you out of his office?” 

Blue pouts, and eventually pulls his mouth back far enough to answer you. “No.” 

“No?” 

“He was being dull.”

You laugh. “Dull?” You tease.

“He said I was a distraction. And he was ignoring me.” 

“Aw, poor baby.” 

Blue nods, squirming a little in your lap. “I am.”

You stroke his hair with your free hand. 

“He wouldn’t even let me sit near him.” He sulks, “I had to sit on a regular chair with the other people. Like I was just some business associate.” He grumbles, his frown growing. 

You bite your lips together to stop your smile, you’d never seen Blue in quite such a bad mood. 

The agreement had been that Anselm would keep Blue with him while you attended to your meetings today. 

Blue keeps your hand close, squeezing it rhythmically. You don’t think he consciously realises what he’s doing.

“He’s really upset you, hasn’t he?” You ask softly and Blue nods. 

“Yes.” His voice is grumpy and rough, a toddler throwing a tantrum. 

“I’ll make sure he makes it up to you later, hmm?” You stroke your fingers down to his chin, taking hold of it and lightly turning him to fully face you. 

He shrugs, the pout still on his lips. 

Oh, Anselm had really upset him. 

“What did he do?” 

Blue’s eyes flick to you before looking back at your hand. “Nothing.” 

“Nothing?” 

“Hmm.”

“You’re a terrible liar.” You tease, trying to lighten his mood. But he just sighs and just snuggles closer to you, curling up and pressing his head into your chest. 

“Hey,” you say gently, wrapping your arms around him and kissing the top of his head. “You’re ours, you know that right? We love you very much.” 

“You love me.” He grumbles, and you laugh.

“We love you.”

“Hmm.” 

You squeeze him tighter, just holding him for a moment while he relaxes into your embrace. 

“I could get him in here right now,” you say, “make him get on his knees and stuff his mouth with you until you forgive him?” 

Blue snorts but shakes his head. 

Oh, now that’s really, really worrying you. You pause, thinking. “We could go home? I could put you in that chair I’ve told you about, the one dildo and fleshlight?” 

He squirms a little at that, his breathing hitching ever so slightly as he buries his face further into your neck. But it’s still not the reaction you’d come to expect from him.

A little smile spreads across your face, “I have another meeting.” You say softly, and you feel the scowl on his face. “Come on, sit up.” 

He groans a little, but does as you ask, expecting to have to get off and leave. Instead you guide him into sitting with his feet flat on the floor and his back against your chest. 

“Keep your hands on the armrests, understand?” 

He swallows and nods, curiosity mixing with arousal as you unzip his trousers. He’s unsurprisingly hard.

Blue whines the second your fingers touch his length, pressing back closer to you and moaning lightly. 

“You know what to say if you want me to stop, yes?” 

He nods, swallowing. “Yes.” 

“Good.” You kiss his temple and then lean to the side and hit the intercom to your receptionist with your free hand. “Send them in.” 

Blue squirms, his breathing catching in his throat as he fights to keep his hips still. 

“You like being on show for me?” You whisper in his ear, kissing just below. 

He nods, pressing his back as close as he can to your chest. Something settles uncomfortably in his chest, normally this would be driving him crazy. He’d want an audience, demand one. But now…

“Wait…” He grabs your free hand, suddenly unsettled. “I don’t want…” 

“Blue?” 

“Yellow.” He repeats and you stop instantly, quickly hitting the intercom, “Cancel that, I’m not ready for the next meeting.” 

Your receptionist's voice replies with a quick confirmation. 

“Blue,” you kiss his cheek while you rub his arm, “my sweet.”

He nuzzles into you, letting out a little heartbreaking sigh. 

“I need you to speak with me. Is that alright?”

He nods, fiddling with your fingers. You know it’s difficult for him, communicating. There are walls inside him where most only have open fields. 

“What did Anselm do?” You ask gently. 

“Nothing.” 

You let it rest for a moment. 

“It’s me,” Blue says shyly, his voice almost timid. “He didn’t do anything.”

“What happened?” You kiss his temple and he lets out a little soft whimper. 

“I was being…”

“Dramatic?” You tease playfully. 

“Difficult.” He rephrases, but there’s humour in his voice. “As normal.” He threads his fingers with yours and holds his hand close to his chest. 

“Anselm likes it when you’re difficult.” 

“I know. And he was only doing what we normally do, I’m… bratty. And he ignores me and then pretends to get annoyed and then…”

“He punishes you.” 

He squirms a little, his skin flushing with heat as he nods. “Yeah…”

“And you like that normally.” He nods.

“What was different this time?” 

“I… I don’t know.” He swallows, his voice thick. “It felt… I didn’t like him ignoring me.” He presses his face to your chest. “I didn’t like it… it felt… upsetting.” 

You listen, giving him room to speak. 

“And then…” He swallows again, “I didn’t tell him I didn’t like it, I know I should have… but I didn’t want to, in front of the other people.” 

You nod. “I understand.” You soothe. “You know if you had he would have doted on you? Either fucked you in front of them or sent them all out to do it in private.” 

Blue nods against you. “I know, I know he would. Part of me… the…” he taps his head, “knows he would have. But,” he presses both hands, and yours in the process, to his chest. “Here was…” His voice breaks a little.

“It’s alright,” you kiss his head again, squeezing him into a hug. 

“I should have told him.” 

“Sometimes it’s difficult to do things, I understand.” 

He nods, swallowing and blinking hard. 

“It’s good you came to me though. Better to come to one of us or both rather than just be alone.”

“Hmm,” he lets go of your hand to rub at his eyes. 

You let him for a moment and then tilt his head up. There’s wetness on his cheeks. 

You kiss his nose, his forehead and cheeks until he’s smiling. 

“I’m going to get our husband,” you kiss his temple. 

Blue gives you a dopey love sick smile at your turn of phrase, “You don’t have to, I don’t want to bother either of you-”

You shake your head, kissing his nose again. “You are never a bother.” You smile. “Unless it’s in a fun, oh no, you’re so naughty way.” 

He smiles, pressing closer to your neck as you. 

You call Anselm, who answers immediately, and speak quickly in rapid fire German to explain the situation. Blue tries to listen and pick out words as best he can, but the conversation is lost on him. 

When you put your phone down you gently urge Blue to get up and fully redress himself before guiding him out of your office and further down the corridor. 

You take him to a side room, using your thumbprint to unlock the door and lead him inside. 

It’s fair size, decorated in lots of dark wood and wine red. It reminds Blue a little of a fancy presidential suite, but with more touches that are tailored to your and Anselm’s tastes.

“I didn’t know you had somewhere like this here,” he says quietly, touching the bookshelf.

“It hasn’t been used in a while, there was a time when business was a little more unstable.”

His eyebrows pinch together and there’s a rawness in his gaze. He nods, looking a little frail and lost. 

“Here,” you take his hand and sit him down on the large plush sofa, wrapping your right hand over his shoulders as you rest next to him. 

He presses closer instantly, snuggling into your embrace. He breathes deeply, his lips against your neck, the action quickly becoming light kisses to your skin. 

“Blue,” you say softly, trying to deny the heat that pools in your stomach. “You don’t have to.” 

He whines gently for you, the sound almost purring. “Need you, always need you.” He mutters, littering your jaw with kisses until his lips find yours. 

His mouth is hot and needy, desperate as he strokes your tongue with his own. His hands pull at your hips, urging you closer. 

He breaks the kiss for a moment to undo and pull off his shirt, leaving it uncharacteristically in a hasty mess on the floor. 

You run your hands through his hair when he kisses you again, dragging your nails across his scalp and grinning when he shivers and sighs. 

Blue doesn’t hear when the door opens, too lost in the feel of you, but you do. You open your eyes as Anselm walks in quickly. There’s a pained expression on his face. 

You kiss Blue’s cheek, moving back and holding his jaw softly but firmly when he tries to follow you. 

“My kleine blau,” Anselm’s voice rumbles as he reaches the sofa and sits down behind him. 

Blue turns, looking down and hesitant. Embarrassed, you realise. 

“I didn’t mean to get you out of your meeting-” Blue begins, but is cut off by Anselm’s hand on his cheek, pulling him closer, and his tongue down his throat. 

Blue whines softly into the embrace, reaching back and tangling his fingers in Anselm’s wild hair. 

You lean up and run your tongue along his collarbone, sucking at his pulse point. Blue’s muffled cry raises in pitch as he grabs hold of your shoulders, pulling you closer. 

“I did not realise you were distressed, my love,” Anselm mutters between kisses, his voice low with lust but also pinched with worry. “You are more important than any meeting.” He doesn’t give Blue a chance to answer, swallowing his words every time he tries. “Ever. The most important.” 

Anselm moves, lightly touching the back of your neck and pressing warm kisses to your lips. “Thank you for telling me.” 

You smile and stroke your husband's cheek. He rests against your palm instantly, taking a deep breath. 

“I’m sorry for-” Blue tries to start again.

“Nothing. You are sorry for nothing.” Anselm growls while you kiss Blue to silence him. 

“Our Blue,” you mutter into his mouth. 

“Our Blue.” Anselm echos as he kisses down Blue’s chest. 

Blue moans, squirming ever so slightly as Anselm undoes his belt and slides his trousers from his hips. 

“You don’t have to…” He groans loudly as you suck a love bite into the spot just below his ear. 

“We want to,” you whisper as Anselm removes his boxers and flicks his tongue against Blue’s tip. 

He gasps, muscles twitching as he bucks up. 

“Poor thing,” Anselm hums, “being so needy for so long.” 

Blue bites his lip and nods, his eyes rolling back as Anselm sucks the head of his cock into his warm mouth. He lets out a string of whimpers and expletives, mumbled pleads as he gasps for air. 

He presses his head back against the sofa, sinking into the sensations and grabs for both you and Anselm, taking your hand in his left and Anselm’s in his right. 

Anselm sinks lower, taking him further into the tight heat of his mouth.

“Please, please, please,” he whines, not really knowing what he’s saying fully. He squeezes both of your hands desperately, needing you both so badly that it’s painful. 

He hiccups, gasps, “I…” but doesn’t know what he wants to ask for. 

“Here.” Anselm pulls away and presses at the back of Blue’s thighs, practically bending him in half on himself. He licks up the length of him before moving down and lapping at his balls. 

Blue cries out, shivering and shaking in both of your arms. 

Anselm licks lower, “my love?” He nods to you and you know what he plans instantly. 

You move down and flick your tongue over Blue’s slit as your husband dips his head and spreads Blue wider. 

Blue mewls, practically sobbing as you sink deeper, swallowing around his cock as Anselm licks his hole at the same instant. 

“Oh,” he bites his lip, his hips bucking and stomach clenching as you bob your head and Anselm laps. “Oh, god.”

He’s going to faint, he’s going to pass out from the feeling. Both of your mouths so hot and wet and perfect, focused completely on him while he writhes at your mercy. 

The tight ball of pleasure twists and tightens desperately in his stomach, tingles along his veins. His emotions twirl, combine and threaten to pull him under so suddenly. 

The head of his cock bumps against the back of your throat as you swallow, just as Anselm presses the tip of his tongue inside. 

“I’m, I’m,” Blue bites his lip, trying to stop himself but finding himself wanting. “I’m gonna cum.”

Both of you moan as he speaks, the hum vibrating so desirously along his nerves, making him delirious from pleasure. 

He cries out, his back arching as he comes. 

You swallow eagerly as he spurts down your throat, coming and coming so hard that his voice breaks from his scream. 

It’s only when his muscles finally relax that you both break your mouths away from him, kissing up his stomach and nuzzle against his skin, wrapping your arms around Blue and hugging him tightly. 

He breathes deeply, sweat cooling on his flushed skin, as he clings onto you both, needing the safety of your embrace. 

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I don’t know if someone has sent something like this in but I had a thought the other night about getting in an argument with Richie (and previous not having gotten into many with him, being shy and staying in your lane as a waitress) in the restaurant and he says something not intending for it to be suggestive, but it is. You reacting positively to it but leaving embarrassed. He unintentionally follows you out and asks you about it. Jksodhe I’m sorry for rambling 😖😖

this ask has been wasting away since... idk probably july. but it's itching my brain all of a sudden so. mature for suggestive language. pre-canon setting!

the bullshit that richard jerimovich put you through. god, it would be enough for anyone to just walk out. but you needed this job, so you put up with his nonsense. at least he's easy on the eyes.

today he's in the dining area with fak, slamming the side of the ball machine every time the younger man makes a mistake. there's a rush happening too, or at least there was. you michael, and ebra handled it all. much to your disdain mikey just laughs it off when you bring richie's absence to his attention, telling you, "relax kid, we can handle this shit. let the old man fuck around."

you groan as you wipe your hands, fingers feeling tender from all the piping hot sandwiches you'd just served up. you march your way into the dining area intending to give that old fuck a piece of your mind. he brushes you off similarly to his friend, you swear sometimes those two are just iterations of the same person.

"fucks sake princess, i don't see a line out the door," he jabs, gesturing obnoxiously towards the now empty area.

"oh, fuck you richie," you spit back at him, reaching out to shove him lightly.

"yeah? fuck me?" he taunts, crowding into your space. "i bet you'd like to, huh princess."

he doesn't even say it with any low, lustful tone. it's a jab, an insult even. but the words send heat creeping up your cheeks and you stammer out, "f-fuckin' jagoff," before turning quickly on your heel.

crisp chicago winter air helps soothe your racing mind, the shock against your bare arms bringing you back to reality. that was embarrassing. wanting to have sex with a coworker was bad enough already, but a coworker nearly ten years your senior? that's the beginning of a workplace nightmare.

richie steps into the alley and you glare at him. his hands raise in defeat, one holding a lighter as an unlit cigarette hands from his lips. he lights the thing and takes a drag, then pulls it from his lips to observe, "you look fuckin' cold."

"oh, thank you captain fucking obvious," you bite back, but your voice trails off as he cages you in against the wall.

[animatedjen]

#sir you are Too Big for your little scrapper outfit #it is not OSHA approved for your adult weight sir #what do you mean you'll just use the Force #The Force is also not OSHA approved get back here

[baihujun]

Sketchy thing for @battybat604! Hope you have a wonderful birthday 🖤❤️

(Maybe Diana's taking this photo? If so, she's about to get a stern lecture about compromising secret identities blah blah)

[chacerider]

ultraman day, 2023

[bionicle-ramblings]

Happy birthday to this blog!!

A year ago today, August 24th, I started this side blog and I've gotten back into something I loved as a kid and can legitimately appreciate more now that I'm an adult and have a much better understanding of what's going on

Since I've started it, I've had a lot of fun essentially shit posting about characters, giving the occasional attempt at an essay, and just having a good time- well, rambling and having a good time

Thanks for following this blog and enjoying my nonsense! I really do appreciate all of you being around and enjoying all this

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tagged by @acountrygirlsfun and @goingsparebutwithprecision to share something from my WIP. It's uh. Fuck It Friday Monday now or something. what was it.

🔥 WIP Whenever!! 🔥

They didn’t like it when you didn’t react.  Got into their heads quicker than anything, made them angry.  Last thing anybody needed was a torturer with something to prove.  He coughed, let his voice go ragged.  Not hard to do with how rough his throat was.  Screaming’s mostly involuntary at a certain point.  “You’re gonna regret this.”  A factual statement, but he’d think it was defiance.  He’d take it as a good sign.  Ghost was familiar with the line of thought himself—a defiant subject, in fighting the power imbalance, was actually acknowledging it.  Establishing themself at a disadvantage in their own mind.  Often the first step towards breaking down.  Really it’s about managing expectations.  “Gonna kill you.”  Probably wouldn’t be Ghost himself that did it.  He’d been tied like this long enough he couldn’t feel the ache in his shoulders anymore.  Probably time off for PT before he’d kill anybody again.  But having Ghost like this was going to kill the man anyway.  Tone set, Ghost let himself fall quiet again.  His staring would be interpreted now as a glare—resting bitch face handy in many situations—and the man didn’t seem eager to let him get another word in anyway.  Ghost sank through the pain, let it fill him, until it became baseline sensation and then background noise.  Rainfall.  His team was coming.  The privates might have seen him go down—extra training if they did.  When a superior officer tells you to go, you damn well go.  You don’t look back to see if he’s following—but they never would have reported him dead.  Little shits’d probably have to see his head separate from his body to believe it.  And Price and them wouldn’t have accepted it even if.  So retrieval was in progress.  Quiet infil, wouldn’t risk spooking whoever was holding their lieutenant.  Quick move, minimize time held and time for enemy troops to consolidate.  Probably were pulling in all their troops, but the simul strikes would’ve disrupted that.  Large-scale losses, confusion, delays.  His team would be here before most of them.  So limited, if unknown, enemy numbers.  And easy intel gathering, since the assholes had brought Ghost into their main building.  Problem with repurposing an abandoned hospital was the floorplans were available on god damn google.  Been the same man in the room with him since he was brought in, so it hadn’t been long—torture’s tiring.  Gotta put your back into it—but still.  Next time that door opened, chances were, it’d be a friendly coming through.  Quiet infil didn’t mean quiet exfil, necessarily.  Maybe Price would let him have Johnny blow the building.  Level this bitch.  Be good for the legend.  'Capture the Ghost; come back to rubble.'  Yeah, that’d be nice.

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30 days harvest moon posts will resume once i’m on the day i would have posted. so the 24th. (i really should have just started posting in november and used october to prepare… but i was excited to start + i had fun + live and learn)

but uh. i can’t go too long without posting or else i take damage over time. so

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Since when did I get 701 followers 🤓

[napping-sapphic]

crossing my fingers that it really will be gone and that you’ll sleep well 🤞 i hope you have people irl to help ease the anxiety

Aw well thank ya, and thank ya to everyone else who messaged me concerned about it too :)!! I did get SOME sleep last night which I am very pleased about and I’m considering taking a nap here in a bit to make up for it too😌❤️

As for my knee— it did not, unfortunately, get completely healed overnight (shocking i know) BUT it did get a bit better! Which means I still get to dodge urgent care unless it stops improving or if it messes itself up anymore lol

Rest assured that my migraine haze usually requires a bit of monitoring so my family got an earful about all my anxiety about it lol

In summary!! We’re thinking I’m probably all good!! Just stuck with an ice pack and being forced to actually take my joint medicine for once😅

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im so annoying i will just show up in your messages with a post that made me think of you when you dont even know me i make most my friends by being Fucking Annoying online

[nebulouscoffee]

Sorry to correct you but. Samosa is an indian dish not Kenyan

Hello anon! LOL okay I never expected to get into Samosa Discourse on my Star Trek blog but I happen to love food and history and the history of food so here we go😂

You are correct that samosas are not native to Kenya- and yes, India is by far the country most associated with samosas in the popular imagination (for good reason, samosas are pretty much omnipresent throughout India!) But while samosas are not originally from Kenya, that doesn't mean (imo at least) that they cannot be counted as part of Kenyan cuisine. (Which I didn't even necessarily do in that post, but I understand your position so I'll elaborate on those terms!)

Kenya is a multi-ethic country made up of several African peoples and migrant communities, including Kenyan Asians. Now, the history of South Asians living in/trading with East Africa goes back centuries, but there was also this huge (and deeply colonial) boom in the Asian population during the late 1800s-early 1900s when the British sent tens of thousands of indentured Indian labourers to Kenya to build the Uganda railway. (There is a LOT more history I could get into re the British East Africa Protectorate and the complicated social dynamics between African & Asian communities at the time, but that's not really relevant to samosas so I'll spare you.)

Anyway, modern day Kenya still has a considerable South Asian population, and as such (again not getting into the more complicated social dynamics here), Kenyan cuisine has a lot of Indian (and Arab) influences. But beyond that- Swahili culture(s) and cuisine(s) evolved over centuries of interaction between the various (predominantly Bantu) peoples of East Africa and traders from West, Central & South Asia (who brought in- among other things- their own spices), so cultural intermingling has always been a staple of the East African coast (which is geographically SO close to Asia!) If you were to walk around some of the bigger, more Asian diaspora-heavy cities of Kenya, like Mombasa or Nairobi, you'd find plenty of chicken/fish-based coconut curries & stews that strongly resemble Indian ones- as well as rice-based dishes like pilau & biriyani, rotis, chapatis, bhajias (called 'bajjis' in certain parts of India), kheemas, kebabs- and yes, samosas. Or sambusas, as they're often called in Kenya.

And what's more- the samosa (originally 'samsa' iirc) likely originated in Central Asia in the first place! It still goes by other names in West Asia and North Africa too; as do several other dishes-in-common. In fact, kuku paka (a dish I mentioned in the post that prompted this ask) is a Kenyan chicken curry with distinct Indian & Arabic influences. So if samosas can qualify as Indian cuisine (which, they undoubtedly do), imo they can qualify as a part of Kenyan cuisine too! Anyway I'm truly sorry I let this ask get SO far away from me lmao, I guess I've always felt a bit alienated by this growing tendency in Asian & African communities to sort of rigidly and unquestioningly (even proudly) uphold colonial divides when our cultures are actually so sprawling and ancient? Like sure, we are not monoliths, and it is important that people learn that- but also, so many political borders across both continents didn't even exist as they are today even a hundred years ago. It's so cool how much there is in common! Food, like so many other aspects of culture, is often migratory and full of varied influences, and that's just so deeply human and beautiful and fascinating to me

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Saturday Six (Stuff)

There's white bullshite (aka snow) falling, and we hates it.(¬д¬。)

My cat lady customer was very sweet, and paid full price for a mix up that happened years ago, but took her forever to get back to me about getting it done, so eff yeah! o((*^▽^*))o

Mr Boots kitty is having a hard time with the new pine pellet cat box, so we have to compromise and hide it in the old covered box, and see how that works. (^・ω・^ )

Idk if I'm happy or sad that I'm not going to be decorate for Xmas.（’-’*)

My Dude (@super-ultra-mega-kami-guru-blog) and I have concluded that we can be bumbling idiots. Lol... Like we're both smart, but damn are we forgetful and, just plain dumb sometimes. It's like we're related or something lol. ＼(^▽^＠)ノ

It's seasonal depression time, which means I'm back on watching comfort shows/movies, and barely any new stuff. But I have a ton on my list. Ugh.ヾ(*´ー`)ノ

[fueledbyseggovia]

Came for the pr2017 and trimberly content. Stayed for the familia.

Power rangers 2017 truly did give me the found family I needed. I don’t know what to say without getting too cheesy so here’s a shark and a couple of Gourdons

[coridallasmultipass]

i love how much you talk in tags. i love reading your words and how you talk and what about. might sound strange but its true. i like your mouth words dawg.

Technically, they're finger words.