#this thing tasted like a chocolate rice krispy ..

[hoofpeet]

RAUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[drpeppertummy]

little bitty thing inspired by @tiny-loves-rubs post about halloween tummy which i saw first thing in the morning & knew i had to act on (<-sorry 4 the tag u dont gotta read it i shrimply must give credit where credit is due)

[stuffing, brief tummyache]

Jesse knew from the start than Dan's costume was doomed. She looked adorable in the vampire outfit, with a bat wing cape and a trickle of glittery blood on her chin and fake fangs which had already given Jesse's neck a few nibbles, but the most damning feature was the high waisted pants belted up snug just under her chest. The outfit had fit her slim figure perfectly when they left--Jesse noticed with amusement that her stomach was growling on the way to the party--but he knew it wouldn't stay that way for long. There would be plenty of good food and cute Halloween-themed snacks to nibble on, and Dan wouldn't be able to resist any of it.

They'd only been at the party for a couple minutes, but Dan already had a pumpkin-print paper cup of cider, which she was trying to sip without messing up her black lipstick and fake blood. Jesse chuckled fondly. He hadn't even seen where she'd gotten it; he'd only turned his back for a second to chat with Laurie. Dan gave him a quick peck on the cheek--she didn't care about messing up her lipstick then, and he could feel the mark she left behind--and scampered off to greet Sunny with a hug.

Jesse carried on his conversation with Laurie, and the next time he caught a glimpse of Dan she was laughing with Carrie and eating caramel apple slices. He could tell even from across the room that her pants were growing snug on her tummy, but clearly not enough to bother her any. He supposed that wouldn't last long. Dan was a sucker for snacks, and seemingly incapable of pacing herself. In fact, only a moment later she was hurrying back to him with a cupcake.

"Look at these cupcakes Sunny made," she exclaimed delightedly, holding the shabbily-decorated treat up for him to see. Jesse stared at it for a moment, trying to piece together what the mess of black and white frosting was meant to look like.

"What's it supposed to be?" he asked finally.

"I don't know. Isn't it cute, though?"

"It's a skeleton," Sunny whined from the kitchen doorway. That made sense, though Jesse's best guess would have been a spider on a web. Sunny was a great cook, but his artistic abilities left something to be desired. It didn't matter, though; the effort was there, and Dan was already eating the cupcake anyway. She held it out again for Jesse to try, and he leaned in for a bite. It tasted worlds better than it looked.

Jesse enjoyed a few snacks himself as the evening went on--a few caramel apple slices, a marshmallow spider, a handful of chocolate-covered pretzels--and for every one thing he ate, it seemed like Dan put away thrice as much. Her appetite never failed to astonish him. She was a tiny thing, but she ate like she was twice her size. There was no questioning where she put it all, though; her belly was poking out visibly beneath her belt, pushing firmly against the tight black pants. Jesse gave it a gentle poke.

"You're gonna give yourself a stomachache if you don't slow down," he warned, slipping an arm around her waist and holding her against his side, and she wrapped him up in a bat cape hug.

"Aw, come on, it's a party," she said, leaning up to kiss his chin. "You're supposed to eat a bunch of junk. Live a little!"

Jesse opted to continue living just the way he was while Dan took her own advice. Despite her obviously full tummy, she went on to eat another cupcake, a good-sized Rice Krispies treat shaped like a ghost, a popcorn ball made to look like a pumpkin, another cup of cider and one of pumpkin spice soda, and plenty of little bits of candy and other small treats in between. Her belly strained against her pants, the compression unable to hide how increasingly round it was getting, and Jesse noticed her several times trying in vain to adjust the belt into a comfortable position. Finally, she slipped away to the bathroom to loosen it, and, much to his amusement, promptly filled in whatever tiny bit of space she'd freed up with a big bowl of Gray's homemade pumpkin stew. That, as it turned out, was the final straw.

"Full yet? We can swing by Dunkin if you're still hungry," Jesse teased on the way home. Dan groaned, her distended tummy bulging comically through her undone belt and wide-open fly.

"Shut up, I think I'm gonna pop," she moaned, holding her belly. Jesse was half tempted to keep teasing, but he didn't have the heart to pick on her any more. Smiling sympathetically, he reached out and gave her round tummy a gentle rub. It felt shockingly tight under his hand, and he could feel soft vibrations as it grumbled away, struggling to digest everything that had been packed into it.

"Poor Dracula," he chuckled, patting her belly gently. She let out a small burp in response, followed by a little groan of discomfort. Jesse kept a comforting hand on her belly for most of the ride home. He intended to hold her and cuddle her until she felt better once they were finally back, and by morning, he had no doubt she'd be hungry once again.

[inoreuct]

okay okay yes chef sanji is wonderful but baker sanji. confectioner sanji. think about it.

sanji kneading dough on a saturday morning with his shirtsleeves rolled up to the elbow. he has flour on his cheeks and one of those cute canvas aprons the colour of a brown paper bag with a million pockets and he keeps getting pissed off because strands of his bangs are constantly falling into his face. he makes sourdough and cheesecake and strawberry pavlova and tangerine tarts and dried mango nougat and carrot cupcakes that everybody eyed suspiciously before they actually tried them and now they're a friend group favourite.

he makes monthly batches of those agar-agar edible crystals for vivi's entire family and ships them by the crate to alabasta. he bakes robin and franky's blue raspberry black forest wedding cake. all of the straw hats have multiple packets of his dark chocolate dried fruit and nut and oat yoghurt brittle in their bags at any one time because they're the perfect snack and they're delicious. he makes red bean matcha mochi for zoro because the mosshead can't tolerate anything too sweet.

he has jar upon jar of aromatic infusions on the shelf: vanilla, black pepper, florals, all steeped in liquor to make high-quality extracts that he has gotten MULTIPLE offers to start a business out of, but he always declines because hello. he's busy cooking for straw hats and co.. luffy and fam. he has no time he is a busy busy man and would you look at that chopper's upside-down apple crumble is ready.

usopp makes him all sorts of contraptions, a high-speed blender, a state-of-the-art stand mixer, an ice-cream machine; sometimes if he's feeling lazy he'll go equipment shopping with sanji and just modify whatever they buy. sanji has a toffee hook on the wall of the galley and a very formidable collection of cookie cutters and piping tips. he's managed to make fondant that doesn't taste like utter trash and it's legendary. his salted caramel cashew macadamia popcorn has and will continue to make grown men cry.

but sometimes, he just chucks some charcoal in a pot and plops it in the middle of the dining table with a bowl of chocolate on top and brings out the fruit skewers, or the marshmallows and graham crackers. sometimes they eat rice krispy treats out of the packaging as they huddle together on the lawn and stargaze just because they can. sometimes the almond and dried cranberry combo just can't be beat and sometimes plain toast with butter makes you see god. but you'd best believe the next day he's up and at it again; his sourdough starter's looking more and more like a sentient life form by the hour and he has seven different things going on at once with two more bowls cooling off in the fridge and the oven preheating. i love baker confectioner sanji.

[analexthatexists]

Witches' Guide to Baking Cookies 101

Gather everything you need to make the starting batter

Once the batter is done, add your special ingredient to make your Cookie unique, some common ingredients us Witches like using include:

Fresh strawberries

Dark chocolate

Vanilla

Custard

Avocados, carrots, onions, any vegetables you'd like!

Caramel

Gumballs

Hot sauce

The most diabolical brand of carbonated soda you can find

Fermented grapes from a musty old barrel in case you want your Cookies to make you tipsy

Edible glitter

Non-edible cotton

Some coral from the closest coral reef, for crunchiness of course

While you're at the ocean, grab a jellyfish or some oysters, because those work well in cookies

Pancakes

Blueberry pie

Crepes

What's that? Why not just make a separate dessert instead of baking all that into a Cookie? You don't ask questions around here, Gertrude, you bake Cookies and play God.

Clovers

Mala sauce

Blackberries

Famous BTS members

Cheese

Cherries

Sonic The Hedgehog

Burnt cheese, because you're terrible at time management.

Cosmic stardust from a galaxy far far away, for texture of course

Yams

Pomegranates

Licorice, because you're a tasteless monster, what is wrong with you, that's not supposed to go in a Cookie, GERTRUDE. You've been baking cookies for as long as you've had that stupid wart on your nose and you choose to add LICORICE into your COOKIE BATTER. Someone's meant to EAT THESE COOKIES, you know, and you put LICORICE in the cookies. You're going to disappoint the unfortunate soul you deliver these cookies to, and you can't say a thing about it because YOU chose to add the LICORICE into the cookies. This is why you can't find love, Gertrude. This is why the Cookies we bake find love faster than you ever could. I hope that sinks in.

Espresso

Mint

Chocolate

Mint chocolate, oh how bold of you.

Squid ink

Lemons

Sawdust from a Christmas tree, because you saw that Food Theory video about Mat Pat eating his Christmas Tree and/or the video about Rice Krispies and sawdust and wanted to try it out for yourself

Pinecones from the forest

Wolf hair from the forest, for taste of course

Prune juice, because you're old

Every spice known to man, because surely your brittle bones can handle Scoville levels higher than the gate to Heaven

Bananas

Chocolate bananas, because you wanted to be bold like mint chocolate

Mangos

Red velvet

Milk

Flour

Butter

You're pouring too much flour

Matcha, not to be mistaken with tea

Tea, not to be mistaken with matcha

Why are you adding this much flour to the Cookie

Peppermint

Olives

This isn't even a Cookie anymore, you've made a mess of flour

Macarons

Caviar

There are consequences for your actions, yet you chose to act with discernment. Your sins are piling up, and the flour is the only thing left remaining in your vision that is bright and pure. The descent from here will be known.

Raspberries

Almonds

Chili peppers, because you're daring

Black pepper, because something's genuinely wrong with you

Pitayas, also known as dragon fruit

And of course...

A poisonous and toxic flower, because you wanted to actually kill someone with a Cookie.

And that's the Witches' Guide to Baking Cookies 101. I hope you were able to perfect your batch of cookies with this stunning information. Now if you excuse me, Gertrude is offering me a very lovely looking green and pink cookie, so I'm going to have a quick snack before I pull my Sardine Cookies out of the oven.

(send this to someone who doesn't know a thing about cookie run kingdom /nf)

[magicmindless]

Yeah, I think I have a pretty good idea of what Lisa was talking about……… we were both in Addicts around the same time and it was a mess. I haven’t talked to her since, but I wish her the best and no hard feelings bc that server was rough

I also felt oddly left out sometimes? I was an active and talked to everyone and posted art and headcanons a lot but felt like the mods didn’t like me for whatever reason? I mean I kinda feel that way in this fandom in general but like, that’s a me problem

Honestly people were so negative and catty and it just stopped being fun /: I try to avoid flipline fandom spaces outside of tumblr because folks can get way too fired up over a cooking game (and not in the fun way)

Did make some fun memories in there, especially since I was sharing Gabitha headcanons with people and this modder/editor Yoku made mods and edits of her based off of my art, that was pretty cool

But idk. It was very hit or miss. Just needed to get out before things blew out of proportion. Lots of big discord servers are bound to have drama, speaking from experience, but flipline ones tend to be very… immature

But that’s just me 😪

How dare >:0

Nuuuuu how could anyone dislike you? You’re so sweet and your art tastes like chocolate with rice krispies in it

Ok off-topic though I REALLY wanna make a Gabitha hc list but I wanna wait for her flipdeck and it’s like

(Image from Gooseworx)

C’MON FLIPLINE Y’ALL PRIORITIZED A FUCKING SEA LION OVER GABITHA WHERE IS SHE😭😭😭😭

/lh but also not

[ciaossu-imagines]

I know it’s not a super popular fandom but, for a Spider-Man nerd like me, the Disney XD cartoon Ultimate Spider-Man is one of my favourite things to just zone out and relax too! So I love writing about it too and it’s just a very chill experience! I hope you all will enjoy these headcanons from this prompt here for some of the characters!

Peter Parker

When you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

He’s definitely a more milk than cereal guy. The bowl gets filled about half way with cereal and then about full with milk and he actually enjoys letting the cereal sit for a second until it’s at that half-soggy stage (the only exception to this being Rice Krispies because those things just taste like cardboard if they get soggy at all). He is a little bit of a food-waster in that he doesn’t really drink the milk afterwards.

Do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

Not really. I’ve always had this strong headcanon that Pete actually has mild rosacea. He doesn’t have flare ups often, but the cold wind will trigger them more often than not.

What random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

Peter doesn’t actually own too many bookmarks. He’ll snag a free one from the library every now and then, but he tends to lose them pretty quickly or leave them in his library books when he returns them. He tends to bookmark using anything that is handy because of that, like old receipts that he has in his pocket, a paper clip, or he’ll rip off a part of empty scrap paper he has at hand. He’s even occasionally guilty of the ‘sin’ of dog-earing his pages if he really doesn’t have a bookmark or anything available to use as one. I can really easily picture Amadeus yelling at him whenever he does.

How do you take your coffee/tea?

Sweet, honestly. Peter doesn’t actually drink a lot of coffee or tea, preferring soda for a caffeine fix and hot chocolate for a hot drink. He’s more of a fan of coffee over tea, unless it’s iced sweet tea with lemon. I feel he’d be really into coffee drinks like Frappuccino’s and the other Starbucks fancy coffee drinks that’s mostly coffee flavoured sugar than actual coffee still though.

Are you self-conscious of your smile?

Peter does have a lot of issues with being self-conscious about a lot of things, but the actual appearance of his smile isn’t one of them. He’d worry more, if someone seemed to be put off by him smiling at them or stared at him weirdly when he did so, that he had something stuck in his teeth because that is legit a small, weird fear he has.

Danny Rand

Do you keep plants?

Yes. So much yes. Danny is really in tune with nature, and he likes bringing nature inside. I think that he’ll have a few houseplants and that he will name them. He’s also probably quite into the idea of having a little indoor garden, either an herb garden or a few plants, like tomatoes, that can grow well in smaller, indoor spaces.

What artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

Danny, of course, meditates every day but I also feel like he would keep a journal. It’s not a rigid type of journaling…he doesn’t do it every day, even every week. It’s not bulleted or formatted any particular way every time but he journals whenever he feels the need to, in a very stream of consciousness sort of way.

Do you like singing/humming to yourself?

Danny definitely hums along to music, either music actually playing or just whatever is stuck in his head because he is really, really susceptible to earwormy type songs.

Do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

Danny’s a back sleeper to start with. He falls asleep on his back, hands loosely at his side and legs slightly apart. He uses the ‘jello game’ to fall to sleep, where he starts at his toes and imagines them just turning to jello, just becoming all relaxed and substanceless. He’ll move his way up towards his head, imagining each of his body parts and his muscles doing the same thing and he’s always asleep before he reaches his head. He does move a bit in his sleep but mostly just to change positions, not in a tossing and turning way.

What’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

I feel like Danny’s underwear is still an inner joke he has with the original team and something they’ll still occasionally tease him about.

Ava Ayala

What’s your favourite planet?

Ava’s favourite planet would probably be Earth, just because it’s home.

What’s something that made you smile today?

Her friends make her smile every day, even if they are idiots most of the time.  But I also feel like Ava sets aside time to read her favourite trashy romance novels every night right before bed, because those just really make her happy, and it never fails to make her smile as she gets ready for bed, just because she is looking forward to it so much.

If you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

Clean. Ava tries really hard to live properly and, while she does want sometimes to just be messy and gross, she does need that clean, orderly space. She’d think less, other than that, about what the place looks like and more about the actual function of the space. I feel like it would matter to her that there are separate bedrooms because she’s not a huge fan of sharing a bedroom with anyone, and she cares whether the plumbing is good, whether the appliances are in good working order, whether the water pressure is decent, and things along that nature.

Go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

I think the weird space fact that Ava knows by heart and would pull out the most is the fact that Uranus spins sideways. She learned it while doing research on a school project in elementary school and it’s just always stuck with her.

What’s your favourite pasta dish?

Ava loves a lot of Italian food but her favourite is ravioli, especially freshly made.

Luke Cage

What colour do you really want to dye your hair?

Luke actually feels no need or want to dye his hair. He keeps it really short or shaves it completely because it’s less work to take care of, so he just doesn’t see the point of him dying the inch of hair he’d keep.

Tell us something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

Luke sleep talks…like, he will carry on full conversations with people while he’s asleep, but they’ll make no sense to the other person. While living with the others, he woke Sam up once. Luke was fully asleep, but he just kept saying Sam’s name and Sam couldn’t see so well in the dark to know that Luke was just sleep talking, so Sam’s asking what’s going on and Luke just keeps telling Sam that he needs to go get a garbage bag. Sam, of course, groggy and a little annoyed at being woken up wants to know why they need a garbage bag at 2:34 in the morning, to which Luke tells him that it’s because the bunnies are coming. Like, they’re everywhere, man, we need to trap them in these bags. Sam did not sleep for the rest of the night and Luke couldn’t even recall what he said or what he dreamed about when he woke up.

Do you keep a journal? What do you write/draw in it?

Luke isn’t someone who would keep a journal. He’s not good at putting words to a lot of what he thinks and feels and having to keep a journal to do just that feels like more of a chore or an English assignment than something enjoyable or helpful.

What’s your favourite eye colour?

Luke really likes green eyes, especially those people whose eyes fall more towards the green-grey end of the spectrum instead of more towards the green-brown end of the spectrum. He just finds them really pretty and he doesn’t see many people with that particular shade so it instantly makes a person a little more unique looking.

Sam Alexander

Are you a morning person?

Not really, no. Sam’s naturally more of a night owl, though his schedule doesn’t normally allow him to be. He just finds he has more energy later on in the day and during the night than he tends to have in the early morning hours and, ideally, he’d sleep more from 3 a.m. to about 10 or 11 a.m. instead of the typically bed before midnight, up by 7 or 8 in the morning.

What’s your favourite thing to do on lazy days where you have zero obligations?

He definitely sleeps in. Other than that, Sam is an extrovert, and he definitely prefers company to being alone on his days off. He’d like to hang out with friends or visiting people he cares about. He likes to try to indulge his hobbies on his days off and probably has recipes bookmarked on his phone or a tablet/computer that he wants to try out on his days off. I could definitely see him inviting people over for supper because that is the best of both worlds to him – he gets to sleep in, he gets to have time for hobbies, and he gets to spend time with people he might not get to see as often as he’d like to.

Is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

It’s not one particular person, but two. I feel like May gets more of Sam’s emotional secrets but, because he wants to protect her, she doesn’t know about all of his superhero type secrets or what actual situations he gets up to. Rocket knows more about Sam’s superhero life, his thoughts on it, his frustrations with it.

What’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

Hey! He doesn’t break into places, not really. It’s always been because of missions and stuff, so like, he was doing the right thing by breaking in even if he was.

What are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

I headcanon that Sam still has a pair of ratty, red, dirty old high-top sneakers in his closet. He hasn’t been able to fit into them in years and they’re battered, and most people would think they look gross. They’re the last thing he bought with his parents though, and his mom helped him decorate them with fabric markers because he thought it was the coolest thing to have your sneakers all marked up at the time. He knows he should throw them away…having the sneakers won’t bring his parents back, after all, but he just can never bring himself to do so.

Nick Fury

What’s your favourite bubblegum flavour?

Nick likes Thrills gum. He doesn’t know why, because they weren’t lying on the advertisement or package when they said it tastes like soap, but it still tastes strangely good to him.

Sunrise or sunset?

He’s seen so many of both that neither really affect him anymore and it’s not often that he’ll stop to really take in either one. But, when a particularly beautiful one strikes him just the right way and he does take those couple moments to really marvel in the beauty of the universe, it tends to be sunsets that get him.

What’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

Nick Fury will never outright praise someone or tell them verbally how much he appreciates them, and he’d definitely never call someone cute or endearing. He does keep people at arm’s length and any compliments really have to be earned. That being said, he appreciates Coulson and his loyalty to both Nick and S.H.I.E.L.D. as a whole more than the other man will ever know and is one of the few people Nick actually trusts pretty completely.

Think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

Yes. He’s not ashamed of admitting it. There is no shame in feeling fear, only in how you react to that fear.

What is your opinion of socks? Do you like wearing weird socks? Do you sleep with socks? Do you confine yourself to white sock hell? Really, just talk about socks.

White socks are hell. He is really actually very particular about socks because, yes, white socks are hell but so are those garish, patterned ones that people like to give him as gag gifts. Socks have to be black crew socks, normally Dickies brand.

Jack Russell

Do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

Jack’s room is messy but not gross messy. He’s really sensitive to smells, so there’s no food just casually left out or dirty dishes hiding in there. Dirty laundry is brought out regularly to avoid the stink or just left in the laundry room for the same reason. It’s just messier in that it’s slightly cluttered and he’s not that into the whole ‘everything in its place’ type of living.

Tell us about your pet peeves!

As mentioned above, Jack has a really keen sense of smell so scented products really annoy him. He really wishes he could walk around without having his nose assaulted by a million competing perfumes, body sprays, scented candles, body lotions, heavily scented shampoos, or laundry detergents, etc.

What colour do you wear the most?

He tends to wear cooler colours, usually in the blue or green family.

What’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

Jack doesn’t get a lot of time to read and it’s not something he does a lot of. When he does though, he tends to stay away from fantasy or supernatural type stories because they do hit just a little too close to home and he’s reading more for an escape. I think he doesn’t mind horror novels though, and he recently read My Best Friend’s Exorcism, which was pretty decent.

Flash Thompson

Do you have a favourite coffee shop? Describe it!

Flash is actually kind of a basic bitch in this regard. He doesn’t really go looking for new coffee shops or little local ones because gas station coffee or Starbucks, occasionally a Dunkin Donuts, is where he gets his java fix most of the time.

Who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

I feel like it’s either Ben or Peter. They’re the people Flash feels most comfortable just sitting and being quiet with, without him feeling awkward or like he has to entertain them or be this big-shot, cool guy around them.

When was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

This, I think, is kind of the feeling he gets when he’s fighting. When he’s fighting, even if there’s a hint of fear, he at least knows what’s going on. Everything makes sense and he knows what he’s supposed to be doing and what is going to largely happen. It just is a very mentally safe place for him, if not a physically safe place.

Do you trust your instincts a lot?

Yes. One hundred percent of the time, Flash is always going to trust his instincts and is very much a believer in gut feelings or ‘heart over head’. If his gut is telling him that something is off, even if there’s no logic for it, he’s going to go more with what his instincts tell him.

Tell us the worst pun you can think of.

I was going to make myself a belt made out of watches, but then I realized it would be a waist of time! (Honestly, puns have to be really simple and obvious for Flash to get them.)

[dragonsinkwell]

The Day Michael Myers Learns the Horrors of Dark Chocolate

So... I might have fallen into some slasher stuff over my hiatus. I might have finally started watching movies I never saw and my... curious choice in fictional men might have shown up. Maybe. Perhaps. Okay so yeah, turns out I've got a thing for Michael Myers is that really strange of me? This definitely isn't his most in character piece but also, lbh, IC Mikey is just killing people and we can do that another day because if I can get myself writing again after this he's definitely showing up again around here.

There is no chocolate in his cupboard.

There is not a single ounce of chocolate in all of his snack stash and Michael isn't having this.

While there are still quite a few treats left, mostly a variety of candies and a couple clipped bags of chips, none of them contain even a trace of chocolate and that is what he wants more than anything at this moment. He's run through it so quickly this week it takes him by a modicum of surprise; usually, he's more balanced in his unhealthy eating habits than this.

But no amount of stoic staring helps his plight. The half-eaten 'family size' bag of Skittles is unappetizing, none of the flavors of Fruit By The Foot strike his mood, and he knows that even though it's sitting in front of him, there are no S'mores Poptarts left in the box he never bothered to throw away. None of the chips are worth a second glance and for all that Michael does love those Rice Krispies, they're just the normal kind, so there is nothing of worth in them currently.

Michael can't restrain a silent huff of frustration as he lets the door fall shut, not at all interested in doing so quietly as he's the only one in these walls at the moment. He should have shown you before you left for work today, so you would at least be coming back with more. Instead, now he's stuck here hungering for something that isn't here.

And he knows that all too well. This isn't his first desperate attempt to have something manifest in front of his masked eyes in the last hour. His stash is bare of its usual chocolate content, he finished off all his ice cream last night, there's no more syrup to at least make chocolate milk with, and not even a single chocolate chip is left over from your last baking spree. The closest thing to what he wants that exists is your tin of cocoa powder and he is not that desperate.

Not yet, at least.

Unsurprisingly, this lack of abatement for his sweet tooth's cravings is driving Michael to blood lust, which while isn't actually a hard thing to do given his natural bias for it in the first place is a frustration he prefers to nurse under the cover of darkness and it isn't even proper afternoon. He can, and has gone on his 'walks' during daylight before, there is nothing to stop Michael if it pleases him, but he's never as satisfied with his work while the sun is up.

Although perhaps a little breaking into homes might not hurt, Michael thinks, given this is hardly the only home that would ever have chocolate. A two-for-one walk for some blood and treats would certainly scratch the itch quite nicely. But then, would it even be the stuff he wants? Nobody else caters to his tastes as succinctly as you do, and rummaging through any other kitchen would be a full gamble, and putting in work only to find the wrong stuff would only worsen his mood.

Before Michael can decide if this plan would be worth the effort that would go into it versus sucking it up to wait for your return and having you solve the problem, he remembers one specific place he hasn't looked: your snack stash. Normally he never touches it, for a small mix of reasons, the main one being that you've only ever told him that the treats you keep there are ones he isn't going to like and, for the most part, anything he's seen going in there seems to fit that label. Compared to what he always knows is in his cupboard, yours isn't ever worth bothering with.

However, he knows what he saw you take back into your room on the last grocery day. Sitting among those bags of spicy chips and strangely flavored cookies were a small handful of chocolate bars. They hadn't graced his attention then, as he had a whole buffet of his own to play with and Michael isn't an unmerciful man, he's let you live this long, after all, so allowing you some chocolate of your own is hardly a bother when you keep him appeased, but today, today is another matter.

It should come as no surprise, then, that the sweet-toothed killer makes a beeline straight to your room. Generally, he respects your privacy here so long as you can forgive his interesting takes on what the word 'privacy' means, but here in the heat of the moment, Michael doesn't care. You're not here and it isn't like he's going to rummage through all of your belongings; he's only here for your hidden chocolate bars. Plus, if you get testy he'll do what he normally does: nothing. What can you do about it?

Well, perhaps that's untrue, he thinks as he barges in heading straight for where your desk sits and the little mini-fridge and drawer on top of it that sit beside the desk he knows contains your stash. He might at least bring you back an extra something from his next kill, to make up for the loss of candy. Again, Michael likes to think there is some grace in this strange relationship you two have and he knows how he'd take the news of you stealing his candy. Worse than you can, for certain, but it's the thought that counts... or so you always say.

He still doesn't know what it means, but you say it quite a bit directed at him so it must mean something.

Michael yanks the drawer open, not here to play around and to his pleasure there they sit, a stack of three whole, untouched chocolate bars. He's even gotten lucky with them, attention locking on the presence of caramel inside. If there was anything that could ever improve chocolate it's extra sugar and now he's got that in spades. His choice to stay home truly was his best move. Time to indulge himself.

And yes, for this he's certainly going to bring you back something sparkly.

~x~

"I'm home!" you announce as you cross the threshold into your home, on habit more than anything. If Michael is still here and not wandering about the town with a knife in hand he already knows it's you. Still, you have no interest in somehow accidentally startling him, not when he could very literally tear you limb from limb. You haven't seen his 'surprised' reflex and you don't want to. Let that be some other poor fool's fate. "Brought home some stuff from a quick swing by the store!"

The house is silent, not that you were expecting any sort of verbal response, but for a moment you think your killer boyfriend is out doing what he does best: haunting Haddonfield. It wouldn't be particularly strange, so you never dismiss it. If he isn't sitting on the couch watching something, in his room making masks, or just staring ominously out of any visible window, then he's likely out in somebody's hedges creeping about.

However, after living with Michael for so long, several years now, you've picked up a spider sense for him and it is telling you that he remains within these walls. In these walls and, if you're not wrong, definitely unhappy. Dang it. It's gonna be a long night, isn't it?

Without turning to look, you lock the door behind you with your free hand while scanning the front of the house, just to see if you missed him. It's happened more than should be physically possible for a man of his build. But he isn't here, not that you can see.

"Hey, Mikey, where ya at?" You risk using a nickname, a gamble on even the best days, but it's worked in the past when a stalk or kill has gone wrong, the usual culprits for his sour moods on days not associated with anything specific. "Are you hurt?"

You're pretty certain he isn't, mostly since you can't see any blood tracked across the tiles. Curious. If there's no blood, then did he even go out? Michael isn't a man to really care about keeping things clean and if he's got blood on him, it's on your floors and walls, too. Maybe someone got away? It's happened before, just bad luck on Michael's part. Someone else shows up right before he gets to move in and he has to call it off simply because of an interruption. Given his desire to stay out of sight, but never out of mind, that blows his plans more than anything else could. It's not that it has to, but you're not going to question a killer's choice of modus operandi.

Makes you wonder if those people ever know how close they came in that moment to death. Also makes you wonder if Michael goes back for them, specifically. You'll never ask. You aren't truly interested in knowing.

As you pick through the house you're cautious, curious if he's in his room, perhaps. You don't think he'd kill you like this, an ambush in the house, but you're not stupid, either. Every day left alive around Michael Myers is by a very specific choice on his end and you don't have much say on that. You'd like to believe he's something akin to fond of you, after all, he's not exactly living and occasionally sleeping with anyone else, but there's a clock ticking on it. Always has been, and always will be.

But you reach the hallway and his door is left cracked open. You don't peek into the room, but just knowing it isn't closed up tells you Michael isn't there. He's not in the bathroom across the hall, either, so says the lights being off and the door not being fully closed. Which leaves your room or the garage and you're willing to bet good money you know which one of those he'd sulk in.

"Michael? What's up?" you question softly as you push your door open with the hand holding the reusable grocery bag that you never bothered to put down as it's not very high on your mental priority list. "Did something happen?"

Even expecting him to be here, when you step into your room and see Michael standing in the middle of it, still as a statue, you can't stop the shiver down your spine. You didn't believe in auras before meeting him but now you're not so sure. For being entirely non-verbal, there is never any mistaking when Michael is displeased with something, it lingers in the air like smoke, and today he is very unhappy.

Luckily, he doesn't have a knife in either hand, meaning this situation can be salvaged. Or, so you hope. Michael hasn't needed a weapon to kill a person for a while and he doesn't need one now. He is, however, holding something in his right hand, but what it is you cannot tell at all.

With a caution used normally around wild animals, you take a couple of steps forward, keeping your eyes on Michael the whole time. "What've you got there?" you ask, careful to maintain the closest thing you can call eye contact while the mask is on. It's odd how much better he reacts if you look him right in the face when he's in one of his moods.

All it takes Michael is a single step towards you to close the gap, putting himself a shred too close for general comfort, though you've grown used to that behavior from him by now. He doesn't stalk as a hobby for nothing. It forces you to tilt your head back to an awkward angle, but you don't step back to correct it. Michael's testing you.

Interestingly though, now that he's this close you catch a whiff of spearmint. Odd, as he doesn't like mint as a flavor. What happened while you were gone?

Seemingly satisfied with whatever he was trying to do in invading your space, Michael offers you the mysterious object clenched in his hand. You wait another moment, making sure he is going to let you take it, and when you're certain you turn your attention to it, reaching out with your free hand for him to give it to you.

What greets you when Michael drops the item into your grip has you biting your tongue in a desperate attempt to not start laughing. Really? Really? This is what set him off into a mood so foul? You know you can't laugh because if you do it's only going to exacerbate the situation but at the same time you can hardly believe it. Does that make the spearmint... your mouthwash?

All it took was a dark chocolate candy bar.

"I told you," you manage to wring out while doing everything in your power to maintain an even voice and not smile. "You won't like my stuff in here. Do you even know what this is?"

Unsurprisingly you don't get any verbal answer, but his body language tells you that he is very displeased with it and that you'd best have a solid explanation for why it was here.

"You're right in that it is chocolate, which is what you were looking for, but it's a bitter type called 'dark chocolate'. It doesn't have as much sugar or milk in it as the kind you like." A simple explanation but one that Michael would hopefully understand. It was rarely worth getting into specifics with him if he wasn't trying for them. "I figured you wouldn't like it and I wasn't wrong."

Michael looks down at the paper sitting in your palm and if looks could kill you're pretty sure your hand would be vaporized.

Now that you're aware of what happened, you don't mind taking your attention from him, walking over to the little trashcan by your desk and throwing the wrapper away. No point in keeping it around. While you're there, you can't help but spot the other two candies in there, crushed into ruin and left behind. Oh well, no point making a fuss for them now. You'll buy yourself some more another day.

When you turn back toward Michael, you can tell his focus is on the bag on your other hand, though the mood in the air is still quite sour. This you can let a small, light laugh at as you put the bag down on your bed. "Well, good news for you!" you chime, reaching in to pull out a handful of milk chocolate bars. "I saw you were running low on chocolate this morning and picked some up along with a couple of other little things on the way back. If you'd waited a bit for me to get home, you'd-"

Unwilling to wait any longer for what he's wanted all day, much less listen to you chide him, Michael snatches the candy out of your hand and immediately starts stalking off, earning a barked laugh from you. Honestly, for a serial killer built like a wall, he is exceptionally childish at times, you think.

Well, at least that has bought you another day in the neighborhood.

[circular-bircular]

The absolute state of syscourse, summarized and my solution to it all:

Ableism and ppl claiming to not be ableist bcs “I mean it well :(“ when they’re actively spewing pity talking points and acting like DID/OSDD-1 is such a terrible thing poor us for having that :(((( oh just look at those poor traumatized people they’re incapable of being happy they can only suffer :(

And

Singlet that is a child talking about things they don’t understand At All and doubling down when people try to calmly explain why they’re spreading misinformation which loops back to the first occurrence

Solution:

I think we should all just argue about if chewy pizza is good or not

I don't think I've ever had a chewy pizza. Other than what I was served in public school.

Fun fact: In public school, I was challenged often to top my pizza with "weird toppings" I could get in the lunch line or that friends bought in. The most monumental day of this involved a bit of rice krispy treat, oreos, gushers, I think some marinara sauce, and chocolate milk. The lunch lady yelled at us for wasting food and I proceeded to eat the entire thing. I was fine and told her it tasted good.

(I am now so picky with food I can barely recognize myself in that memory. Though that might be the DID!)

[kittykatrattie]

hey weed mutual i have a question about weed: do edibles taste bad

I think you've asked this exact question before lmao

It depends! I've got the tism so in general most things to me taste bad and I'm not a huge fan of the taste. It's not terrible, but it lingers a bit and that's even when I swallow a gummy whole without chewing it

I've seen ppl discussing that the flavor depends on what kind of food it is, how well it's made, how strong it is, etc. Like more chocolate masks the taste better I think? And I had a rice krispy treat edible for Christmas that tasted fine, altho it went stale pretty quickly and the weed taste got stronger as it did

So yeah it depends on what the food is ig! Some people like the taste I think but I don't haha

[bluepoodle7]

#Frankford #Kellogg's #Kellogg'sFrankfordMilkChocolateRiceKrispiesCandyBar #ChocolateFlavoredCandyBarReview

I tried the Frankford Kellogg's Milk Chocolate Rice Krispies Candy Bar and it was pretty good.

This candy bar tasted like light milk chocolate and the rice krispies didn't taste like anything but gave the candy bar a crunchy texture.

The chocolate didn't taste artificial which is a good thing but it's not a high quality chocolate but taste better than a Hershey's bar.

This was sweet but not overly sweet to me.

I would eat this again.

Got at Walmart near the checkout area where the refrigerators and candy are at.

[georgiapeach30513]

Do you have any no bake desserts

Hmm, no bake. I do variations of Eclair Cake. You just change up the middle and the top frosting.

No bake cheesecake is amazing. Rice Krispie treats. No bake cookies. Good ole dirt cake.

[bunnys-babies]

What They Bring to a Picnic

BNHA x reader

warning(s): none! <3 not edited

a/n: tyyyy @kirixfilms for the ideaaaa :)) <333 big hugs! my thoughts on what they’d bring to a picnic date :) and what a perfect way to send the summer season on its way!

characters: izuku, shoto, iida, kirishima, ochaco, bakugou, denki, sero, & mina

Izuku

Homemade Pinwheels

He spent an ungodly amount of hours on pinterest trying to find the perfect treat to bring just to land on pinwheels. He had a slap from reality when he really tried to imagine himself cooking some dish that had at least 6 hours prep time - he’s sweet and devoted but he’s also realistic. So what better than a light but filling meal than pinwheels!!

He was so proud of himself it was adorable. He opens the tray with a big smile and a little “ta-da!” He gets even giddier when you take a bite and send him a little thumbs up and hum, telling him it’s “so good!” with your mouth still full. Yeah yeah you just made his week

Shoto

Water & Homemade fruit & bread cakes

His first thought was definitely keeping the both of you hydrated and he almost settled on just bringing water - until he thought about it a little more and realized hm, maybe he should contribute with something else, too.

And then he remembered those cute little easy to make cakes you sent him on TikTok a while back and it was like a lightbulb went off in his head :) you really should’ve seen him all focused with his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to evenly spread the whipped cream and cut the bread just right. Not only that, but huffing and puffing while cutting the fruit as he debated with himself how big the slices should be. He even made the strawberries line up like little hearts under the bread even if you couldn’t see it, he was particularly proud of that.

Iida

Those mini sandwiches with no crust

He’s SO so proud of himself as he sets them out for you two to share; even periodically taking glances at you as you take your first few bites, smiling to himself proudly when you hum and smile. He even still asks you,

“Do you enjoy them? I made sure to be careful cutting the crust!”

As if your joy wasn’t obvious enough.

He even made a few different kinds! That way you had your options with flavors - he knows your favorite, but maybe you wanted to try something new!

Overall a very considerate gentleman :-)

Kirishima

Your favorite drinks & egg salad sandwiches

He tries to keep it light but yummy for his contribution to lunch, but just in case you don’t like them (cause he forgot to ask rip) he’s made sure to bring your favorite drinks so you’ll be happy somehow.

He cuts them into diagonals (after trying and failing to cut them into heart shapes of course - which he made sure to tell you about) and thinks it’s so chic and cute and is very proud of himself for the fact (what a sweetie).

Please give him a kiss on the cheek and tell him thank you, he’ll be wearing he biggest brightest smile the rest of the week about it

Ochaco

Homemade Rice Krispies & Melon Kebobs

Picnic dates have always been a must for her, they’re fun and cute so she already knew what she was gonna make - something tasty and simple!!

She made sure she whipped out the scooper and made the sweetest melon kebobs with honeydew, cantaloupe, & watermelon! And of course she made to make those extra sweet Rice Krispies :3

She was so excited to show you what she made and see what you made in return, too. She was adamant on feeding each other the first bites of what the other made, and she made the cutest face and gave you the biggest smile with her mouth full when you fed her that first bite of what you brought :,,(((. She also loved the way your lips tasted so sweet when she gave you little pecks after having the Rice Krispies

She’s decided she’ll have to make those for you more often <333

Bakugou

Charcuterie Board

As soon as you mentioned you wanted to go on a picnic date he understood the assignment. You had been nonstop talking about charcuterie boards and how bad you wanted to try one and then you mention a picnic date? Yeah you aren’t slick he knows what you’re throwing down.

He shows up all straight faced and whips everything out while you’re just gaping at him like, wow? And he just rolls his eyes like it’s nothing and crosses his arms, saying you better enjoy it and he doesn’t want to see a single scrap when this date is over cause he put a lot of work into this damn thing.

You guys definitely walk home with tummy aches from how full you are, but happy tummy aches <3

Denki

Pop rocks & Shrimp Chips

Listen, he believes in convenience when it comes to a picnic. He doesn’t plan on going all out cause he knows he’s just gonna want to snack and then either cuddle or explore! So of course he packs his fav snacks he can take on the go!

He does feel a little sheepish when he realizes you packed lunches for the two of you, and all he brought was candy and chips. But after you give him a kiss on the cheek and tell him to get over himself

Sero

Charcuterie Board

ANOTHER one here, he’s seen the tiktoks and Pinterest pics, he knows what you really want. Besides, he would love to show up with something fancy like a charcuterie board layout and impress you. And so he does exactly that.

You stroll up with your water and other various treats in your bag and walk upon him sprawled out next to that?? You’re a little bashful at first comparing what you brought in your own bag, but he assures you it’s cause he wanted to make you feel special and you feel a little bit better.

He tries feeding you some cheese on a cracker, but some of the spread drips onto your shirt and he laughs, so he’s off feeding duty from now on.

Mina

Assorted Fruit

Girlie busts OUT with the seasonal fruit collection.

She skips up to you and pulls it all out of her bag, pre cut in nice Tupperware’s and it’s so fresh. She even made some chocolate strawberries as a cute little side!

She’s all about being cute and feeding you fruit and giving you a smooch after, humming when she tastes the sweet left over remnants of fruit on your lips. She’s also all about taking the cutest pictures of you guys together and posting them everywhere - she has one of you with fruit juice dripping down your chin as her lock screen cause she’s obsessed <3

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taglist: @kirixfilms - I hope ur feeling better with school and all that! (psps let me know if you’d like to be added!)

[machinegunbun]

UnConventional Bakers [Pete]

Requested? no

word count? 1.7k

TW? None

A/n: it’s like 80% dialogue bc it’s supposed to be a tv show. whadder ya gonna do

The props department did a wonderful job this season, comedy inspired props sprinkled about the set. Mic stands ended in lollipops, rice krispy stools covered in modeling chocolate, Comedians stood at every station, patiently awaiting directions. 

Conventional Bakers was finally ready for shooting its first season. It was a show about famous people coming together on a baking show and competing. It would have everyone from singers to actors or, in this case, comedians. Every season would be inspired by the careers of the people competing.

“On this season of UnConventional Bakers we are joined by,” the camera took turns panning to each comedian as you said their name. 

“Kevin Hart, Pete Davidson, Adam Sandler and…” you paused for dramatic effect “Fluffy!!!”

The comedians protest coming fast after 

Why’d he get all the excitement?” Adam asks

“Yeah, i’m literally your fiance what the fuck.” Pete adds, laughing “I don’t like that, i don’t like that shit. I got my eye on you Gabriel.”

“Don’t hate me cause I'm beautiful.” Fluffy replies

“Bakers! Comedians, whatever,” you call out, trying to regain their attention, Pete playfully mumbled but returned his attention “if you want a chance at winning you will have to pay attention.”

“Got it, go. No wait… yeah okay, go.” Adam interrupts, causing you to bite back a smile. This would be a long shoot

“For tonight's challenge, you’re in for a treat. Because it’s only the first round, we’ll take it easy on you and allow teams.” muted murmurs fell over the room as they decided who would be on whose team, “Tonight we will be making the one thing a comedian couldn’t live without.” Your co-star, Nicole Byers, continues.

“Weed.” Pete guesses,

“No, their audience.”

“Oh, speak for yourself.” 

“You will be making your very own audience cupcakes. When we say go you will head to your baking stations where you will find step by step instructions on how to make your audience, along with photo references and the clock will begin counting down.” You say

“Go, go, go! What are you waiting for?!” Nicole rushes, you take your seat as they make their way to the respective stations. The teams ended up being Pete and Kevin, Gabe and Adam.

Things were going pretty smoothly, the comedians racing back and forth from the ingredients to their stations as things began starting up. As you look around, you see Pete and Kevin looking confused as they stare at the instructions.

“Something wrong, sweety?” you ask

“No, all good over here. Thanks for asking.” Gabe pipes up, you laugh and make your way over to Pete

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I shouldn’t have dropped out of college.”

“How come? What's wrong?”

“I need ⅔   a cup, but there’s not a ⅔  measurement cup.” he says

“Well, if you need ⅔  but there's not one, you just take two--” 

“Don’t patronize me. I got it.” Kevin cuts you off in the middle of explaining, grabbing two handfuls of flour and throwing it in the mixer “There, that should work.” 

You sigh, making your way over to the other stations to check on how everyone else was doing. Adam was doing well, which wasn’t a surprise considering he’s a father and probably does some baking at home.

“Gabe, how are you doing?” 

“Not good, I’m used to eating cake and not making it.”

“Oh hush, you’re doing fine!” You encourage, leaning forward to whisper to him “Kevin just measured flour with his hands, so I think you’ll be okay.”

“Guys, I think they’re talking about you.” Adam yells

“Yeah, I know.” Pete laughs.

“That's okay, cause you know what? Haters gonna hate.” Kevin yells

After making your rounds you sat back down, turning to face a laughing Nicole.

“That wasn’t sugar, that was salt.” She barely squeaks out “They’re gonna be so gross” you nod and laugh along, all but excited for the dishes that would soon be in front of you.

“On that note, can we get some water?” You call out to the team behind you

“And a medic?” Nicole adds

“And a mathematician. You understand this shit?” Pete says

“What? Basic measurements? Yeah baby, I do.” 

Before you knew it the timer had gone off and the cupcakes were sat in front of you. 

“So, these are what your audience were supposed to look like, and this is what they do look like.” Nicole says, vaguely gesturing to the cupcakes

“We- we uh, we took some creative liberties.” Pete says through a laugh

“Well, let’s see what it tastes like.” you say, grabbing one from the crowd and cheersing it with Nicole’s

“Might as well get this over with.” she says, making a clink noise with her mouth, as she does there's another noise too. The rock hard exteriors made a clunk noise. Your jaw dropped as you made eye contact with Nicole, not believing what had just happened

“Wait.” you say, grabbing another and throwing it at the ground with all the force you could muster. It cracked directly in half, crumbs flying across the floor.

“Pete!” you yell, an amused smile painted across your face. Pete laughs, covering his face 

“I have no idea what happened.”he says, picking up the cupcake from the floor

“This is my passion, how did you fuck up this hard?!”

“I have no fucking idea.” he laughs, crumbling it up in his hand.

“I guess we still have to taste it.” you say, grabbing another and cracking a piece off on the table, handing one to Nicole. When you bite down there's an audible crunch that makes everyone in the room wince. You can’t help the expression that overcomes your face as the taste hits your tongue, looking over to Nicole to confirm it wasn’t just you. It wasn’t.

You attempt to open your water, your hand slipping again and again until Pete walks over and opens it for you, feeding you the water as he apologizes through his laughter. It took you a minute of held back gags to recompose yourself, but when you finally did you said,

“Your BLEEP is sweeter than this.” You say, deeply preferring it over the burnt, salty, crunchy thing in front of you.

“Really?” Pete asks, laughing and when you nod your head it only makes him laugh harder.

“Pete, you fucked up Pete.” Kevin says. 

“Dont throw this on him, you’re the one who wouldn’t listen.” You say, looking over to Nicole who had resorted to licking the icing off the cupcake

“Look at what you’ve done to this poor lady. You should be ashamed. It’s gotta be a zero from me” You laugh, more than ready to move on.

“You know what, the icing wasn’t bad,” They began to fight over who had made the icing. “I don’t care, just promise to never do that again. Adam, Gabe, before I take a bite you have to promise me it won’t be like that.” Nicole says, dead serious. They shake their head, letting out little reassurances while choking down their laughter. You take a deep breath before lifting the cupcake to your mouth and taking a small test bite, surely traumatized. 

To your delight, it was actually very good. You smiled and nodded, taking another bite as Kevin and Pete groaned, knowing they’d surely lost.

“I feel like theirs was so bad we can’t even celebrate.” Adam says.

“Yeah, i don’t think we need to add insult to injury by announcing the winners of this round. On to the next?!” You cheer, preparing to announce what would come next.

“For your next challenge, we will be making cupriphon- cupcakeriphones- Okay, the name hasn’t been completely sorted out yet, cupcake microphones!” You announce

“Yes! And because we felt bad for the loser, that’s just in the script so i had to say it, i don’t actually feel bad for you that was disgusting. Because we felt bad for the loser, we decided to give them a leg up. If you look at the stations, two of them have buttons. They’re called the happy heckler buttons and when you press them a timer will be set and either Y/N or myself will go yell encouragement to your teammates until it goes off.” Nicole says

“Awhh, so sweet. Ready? Set? Go!” You yell, watching them scatter to try to find a station.

“Ay, stay back this is mine.” Fluffy says to Adam, haphazardly wielding a knife, momentarily fighting over a station before Nicole reminds them the timer is counting down. They take a look at their ingredients before rushing over to the storage space and grabbing what they need.

You’d managed to get to the decorating stage with little to no issues when you hear Kevin yelling, “Pete! I need your help, I need those long legs pete.” straining to grab something from the top shelf

“Hold on, one second.” He says, glancing back momentarily as he tried to finish decorating.

“Oh shit, you’re already decorating?” Kevin asks as Pete hands him what he needed before walking back to his station.

“Yeah, catch up.” Pete says

“Okay, i’ll catch up, if that's what you want.” Kevin says, slamming his button down in a melodramatic act of sabotage.

Nicole yells in excitement, ready for some action, running over to distract Pete.

“You dick! I thought we were friends.” he says, slamming his own button. You run over, making sure to get in Kevins face as you encourage him, giving him slaps on the back and shaking his shoulders. Things had gotten very chaotic, very fast.

When the four minutes were over you left Kevin’s station for Pete’s, hanging out with him as his cupcakes cooked in the oven. He was bent over in a hug with you, small kisses being pressed to each others lips.

“Doing so good baby.” you mumble, fingers tangled in his hair. Usually you didn’t like PDA, but you had made an exception today because it had been a long shoot and you missed him.

“Way better than last time.” He confirms, remembering last time they had burnt and opting to check the oven.

“Look at that! This aint fair, Pete’s sleepin with the judges!” Kevin yells, making everyone laugh

“You could be too, Kevin.” Nicole winks

“Nicole, you’re both married.” You remind them

“Hey, that's show business baby.” Kevin jokes

When it all came to an end, Adam ended up winning and it was a surprise.. To no one. He was the only one even kind of equipped to win and he rode that all the way to the finish line.

[inky-duchess]

Mandatory things at a potluck: deviled eggs, pigs in a blanket, A cheese platter, those mini sandwiches that taste like sadness, what the fuck is a Blondie, HELL FUCKING YES POUND CAKE, brownies etc.

Mandatory things at an Irish bake sale: rice krispie buns, madeira cake, cookies, brownies, cake lollipops, fairy cakes with frosting, plain fairy cakes, watery hot chocolate, a chocolate fountain, scones and one big massive tiered cake that nobody wants to pay €60 for

[clandestineloki]

The Stages Of Falling In Love: Realization

Denial || Attachment || Realization || Sharing || Reflection || Acceptance

Everyone was thankful once you got back; Tony ran up to you, dragging you to the common room, blabbing about how there was an ice cream party and how he had bought all kinds of toppings and ice cream. He shoved you down on the couch and walked to the kitchen to get you your own spoon and bowl.

But, really, Tony was thanking Jesus Christ Our Lord and Savior that Loki could finally shut up about you.

Loki was very annoyed when Tony banged on his door, telling him to come out and shove ice cream into his damn mouth so you can shut up about her already, but didn’t protest.

After all, he liked ice cream.

And, well… you, he guessed.

You squealed as Tony brought the bowl and spoon, and practically made a beeline for the table where the ice cream and toppings were. Loki was sitting on the single-person couch a little farther away from the rest of the team, who were clamoring about the ice cream assortments.

Loki grimaced at the bowl in Bucky’s hand, which was filled with- he heard- mango ice cream, Pop Rocks sprinkles, strawberry syrup, and hot chocolate cream. He wondered what it would taste like- a tangy sting on the tip of the tongue, followed by a crackling firework show in your mouth, then an overly sweet revelation, then a soft, warm, soothing taste that would feel like a hug from the inside.

Sweet, but disgusting.

Kind of like you.

Since when did he start comparing people to ice cream?

Loki furrowed his eyebrows, but returned to his neutral expression as he tried to brush away those thoughts, and continued to snack on his ice cream.

“You’re just having vanilla?”

He looked up at you. Of course, you had an extremely bizarre combination like everyone else.

“Why do you ask?” he quirked up an eyebrow.

“Oh, no,” you shook your head quickly. “I like vanilla too! I call it the imagination flavor.”

“I beg your pardon?” He leaned forward.

“I call it the imagination flavor because when the ice cream shop didn’t have my favorite flavor, I’d always buy vanilla, close my eyes, eat it, and pretend it’s my favorite flavor!”

Loki stared at you as you animatedly talked about ice cream. Again, ice cream always brought him back to the idea of cold, but he’d be damned if he said he wasn’t interested.

“But right now, actually, I’m not eating vanilla. I’m eating this combination of ch-” you suddenly frowned, moving a few steps back. “I-Im sorry, you must be annoyed by me.”

Loki blinked, realizing your tone changed to something a little smaller.

If it were anyone else, Loki would be itching to tell them to leave, to let him eat his bloody ice cream in serenity.

But this was you.

And, for some reason, you weren’t just anyone else.

“Continue,” he found himself saying.

Your eyebrows perked up, your eyes lighting up with a ping! as you stuttered on your words. “Wha-?”

“Go ahead,” he said. “Tell me what horrible concoction you’re having.”

You squealed in joy, and the corner of Loki’s lips curled ever so slightly.

“I’m having a chocolate and coffee crumble, with Pop Rocks, Rice Krispies, white chocolate chips, and raspberry syrup. Try it, it’s the best!” You scooped a part of it up and held the spoon up to Loki.

Loki thought it was disgusting.

Chocolate with coffee, of all the odd combinations? Rice Krisp- what in the Nine? And raspberry syrup? Utterly unorthodox.

But he didn’t want to disappoint you.

So, he leaned forward, and took the spoon in his mouth, taking it from you with his hand. He smacked his lips together a few times, then his eyebrows went up.

It tasted great.

It tasted heavenly.

It was all the good things in the world all rolled in one in a single spoon of ice cream.

Was that what love would taste like?

The fireworks show in his mouth was spontaneous, but the chocolate and coffee and raspberry mixed perfectly well to complement it. It was overwhelming… in the best way.

He loved it.

He raised an eyebrow at you, his expression completely neutral.

“It’s alright,” he hummed.

You grinned. “I told you!”

You chattered on about the ice cream, and how Nat’s ice cream mix tasted like crap, and that’s when Loki realized it.

He didn’t care about the snow, or the imagination flavor, or way the ice cream left a sweet aftertaste that would last the rest of the night. He didn’t care just because he cared.

He cared because he cared about you.

And it dawned upon him as he stared at you as you stood up to get another helping of the imagination flavor.

He was in love.

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[free-boundsoul]

Good, I’m glad you will, Freelancer. I’m going to hold you to that. I think it’s important to say what you mean and to mean what you say.

Creative is one word for how Gavin gets. I can think of a few others. Sure. I guess you’ll have to do that if you think I need more practice to deflect Gavin... Maybe once he starts at DAMN, he won’t have as much time to perfect his technique of trying to push my buttons. Has he talked to you about his prep course for the Full Certification test? What’s he been up to with that?

Peanut butter is good. Rice krispies are good. Chocolate and butterscotch are good. I can’t see how putting all of them together wouldn’t be good. The name is pretty interesting. Reminds me of “kangaroos.” No wonder you have such a sweet tooth. When you told me about the wildlife near your childhood home, I was thinking it sounded like a sweet place. Turns out it’s a sweet place literally, too! How have I been living all these years, eating simple treats such as plain brownies or chocolate chip cookies? Good thing you’ve opened my eyes to all the desserts, Freelancer.

I won’t get caught! Instead of taking the class for credit, I’ll audit it. Then, the prof won’t have as much power over me. No, no, no. There is NO way you are failing a class to do this. You need to be out of that class as soon as possible. You needed to be out of it yesterday. I’ll record his lectures and be bound to capture him brushing off shifters like he apparently always does. It’s the perfect plan!

You won’t be disappointed with that order, I promise. Yes, absolutely I want to taste test! Be warned, Freelancer. I am a thorough reviewer and I’m going to need a lot of data to evaluate. Please plan accordingly when you decide how many donuts to make.

-Damien

What would I do without you, Damien? You're really too nice, you know?

What other words would you use to describe Gavin? As for his prep course, he's signed up to take Lasko's D.A.M.N. 101 course so he's an active student. He's been practicing his elemental control to start off with. He texted that he and Hux were working together on earth while we were visiting your parents, so I wouldn't be surprised if he asked you for some fire pointers once we're back.

I always thought that too, I never understood why they were called that. Haha, I think that's mostly my grandma's influence, she'd always have a dessert for after dinner. I'm glad I was able to share my dessert knowledge with you, I thought they were pretty commonplace so I thought everyone would know about them.

Can you really audit his class? Could I do that? What if I take the class and you audit it? That way we know that there will be a student that he would discriminate against, we don't know if he'd have any shifter or other humanborn students. If you audit the class and can't get any evidence, then it would have just been a waste of your time.

Haha, I think most recipes make a lot so we'd have plenty of data. would you want to try with different icings or just stick with the cinnamon sugar?