#tri colour tacos

[rasoirani]

Republic Day Special Dishes

The meals spread joy. Food serves as a more memorable depiction of Republic Day festivities than anything else. The tricolors of our flag will be memorably represented by food. Try the simple recipes below to commemorate this day.

[misiahasahardname]

MY II GIJINKAS

part 4 - taco, tea kettle, testtube, tissues, trophy, yinyang

AAAAAAAND that’s all of ‘em! i know i missed out the floor but i really couldn’t think of a good design for him,,,,, I’LL GET TO HIM SOME DAY HOPEFULLY…. but yeah hope you liked these :3

[roimp]

failed at the watermarbling

[popcornforone]

Laundry

A Javier Peña Fic

Day 25 of Pedrotober

Masterlist

It’s time. I’ve finally completed a Javier Peña fic. & even though this is relatively short, it was still hard to write. I don’t have the best relationship with Narcos. Both times I’ve tried to watch it, has been when I’ve not been in a good place mentally, & I’ve never finished it. So when I think of writing for him I always hit a wall. So to get this written & published was a huge task but I did it. So you can now all finally go woohoo she wrote for him.

Synopsis:- whilst doing the laundry you find your favourite shirt of Javiers.

Word count:- 850

Warnings over & above:- descriptive nature of his body & how the shirt makes you feel, groping, teasing, swearing, mentioning past sexual encounters, getting each other off.

Thanks for the read people. I know some of you Amy want more of this for him but maybe it will inspire me to complete my other Peña in draft. @alyssamariag & @norththelemon thanks for the prompts.

There you stand, in your utility room. Your washer finishes its cycle. It’s a nice hot day, you know you have time to do two loads & get them both out to dry & come back in ready for ironing later. You don’t mind getting up to do the house work early on a Sunday as it means you have more free time in the afternoon to do what you want.

You did the coloured wash first. The whites & bedding will be next. You stand there & make sure nothing gets stuck at the back. No red or blue sock is going to stain all your neural colours in a minute. You bright yellow dress comes out & you sniff it. All the soap is out, & it smells so good so you unload the machine. Turning everything the right way round to make your job easier when you hang out the laundry.

It’s the second to last item you pull out. Your eyes widen at it. It’s the shirt. The shirt that sent you delulu even before last week. You’ll never tell Javier this but you’ve always called this the pink shirt of sex. Tight fitting, long neck line, buttons that do up for decency. The way he tucks it into those jean, those tight jeans. He likes them tight & fitting in all those places that catch your eye. How he always looks so big. It’s not just his gun he’s packing down there. How it shows off his arms. The muscles bulgin out, he’s so broad too. The shirt literally clings to him for all his life.

& then the man sweats. By god he sweats. It’s stained, you can’t get the marks under the armpits away. You think about last week. It had been on the news that he had made a crucial arrest. Agent Peña the hero of the day with some good news. You’d already prepped tacos for him, but when he got in & you saw the sweat still dripping off him & the pale pink shirt was now dark pink, you dropped your cocktail on the floor. His fringe still damp, his skin glistening. You pounced. You didn’t even ask him how he was. His lips felt incredible, the way your hand slid inside his tight shirt getting matted in his sticky chest hair was unforgettable. He pushed you on to the kitchen counter as he removed his belt & pulled down your panties from under your yellow dress & he fucked you hard. Glasses smashing off the side. Your hands wondering over him as he sweated even more as the hand not gripping your hip, furiously rubbing your clit. You were both making so much noise in passion that the neighbours were hammering on the back door to check a murder wasn’t going on for all the screaming. Neither of you cared. He got his prize & his stressful day out with the woman he loved, & you got to fuck the hero the town wanted to please, but he only has eyes for you now. His sweaty musk after he build up more heat, still lingers in your nostrils even if the shirt is now clean.

“If you can smell drugs on it they aren’t mine” you jolt & almost drop the pink shirt. Javier is standing behind you. A Casual shirt open, to show off his magnificent torso & shorts which one of his hands is inside stroking his length. He’s admiring how short the shorts you are wearing are. Appreciating your midriff on display.

“No P…” you smirk & add it to the basket”I was just remembering…”

“How good it felt as I made you scream like a whore last week?” He takes a step forward & you moan & nod. His hand caresses your cheek. “How good it sounded when we screamed each others names?” You nod again as his thumb traces over your crimson lips. “& how good it felt when you came so hard, your body shook for almost an hour?”

“Fuck yes Javier” you touch his chest, as your make out begins & he pushes you back against the washer. It clonks & he looks & smiles. He tugs at your tie up top, he can see your nipples harden. you have no bra on, for this lazy Sunday. It makes his life much easier & his lust bursting from the seams.

“Anymore washing to be done?” He asks leaving his first love bite of the day on your neck.

“1 more all the whites”

“Good”

“Why Javier” you ask curiously.

“I’ve heard a rumour out on the street that if you sit a woman on a washing machine as it spins, it’s like an orgasm”

“Javier!” You protest & see him giggle & lean into the washer getting out the final item of clothing, your lacy black bra. He licks his lips.

“It’s okay baby, we don’t have too, I was just intrigued”

“Well now if it’s for science we have to do it” you reply & he then turns around & picks up the basket of white & neutral colour washing.

“I’m more than happy to put in the research”

[judysxnd]

I know you said requests are closed. But your stories are sooo good. Whenever you start taking requests again can you do one where Pedro and reader is his gf and they get in a fight or she’s mad at him and calls him by his first name “Jose” and that’s how he knows he really messed up/she is really mad

Thank you! But I won't write again on Pedro. I'm finishing the requests I have, and then I move on. I will write again, but not about him. I write according to my current crush, since it’s only a hobby I can do whatever I want to 😂🤭

And I am trying to finish those requests, but there's always someone sending me requests! I appreciate it, but it does say "requests are closed"!!!

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When you are in a long term relationship, you start to notice little stuff that your partner does every single time. For example, when you're drunk and you get home, you like to eat an ice cream. For Pedro, it's ordering tacos. It can also be the way Pedro always uses Spanish nicknames for you, or the way you always prepare your clothes the evening before and not grab something spontaneously in the morning.

But Pedro could add something about you to the list. Every single time he does (or not) something that makes you mad, you call him by his first name, Jose. He knows he messed up when you call him like that. It doesn't have to be something awful, it can happen in a fight, or when you asked him to do something and he didn't.

One time, you came home drunk, and there were no ice cream. As he was preparing clothes for you, you called him by his first name, getting upset there were no ice cream. And that's how, twenty minutes later, he came back from a grocery store open 24/7 with your favourite ice cream.

"JOSE!" You yelled from the basement. "GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" you were shaking your head "how can this still be happening" you said to yourself.

You heard Pedro's steps getting closer, slowly coming downstairs.

"Yes darling?" He slowly walked to you.

"What did you do?" He looked at the washing machine, and at the clothes you were holding.

"I didn't forget to do the laundry this time!" he immediately said

"I wish you did!" you snapped back "look!" you were holding two of your bras

"What? Did the colour changed?"

"No! Feel them" You gave him the bras. He was feeling them, and you saw that he wasn't understanding. "Don't think something is missing?" He stared at you for a second

"..No?"

"What about this?" You grabbed a few under wiring from the washing machine

"What is that?" He grabbed one, confused

"It's supposed to be in my bras! For support!" You started to get more upset.

"Shit"

"Yeah shit! That's why I put them inside this!" You said grabbing the laundry net that was peacefully left on the table next to the washing machine.

"I'm sorry casino, I didn't know!"

"Of course you didn't you never do the laundry!"

"Can't it be fixed?"

"It's not worth it" You sighed

"I'm so sorry, I won't do it again"

"What this or the laundry?" You joked

"Both if you want" you both smiled

"You won't get away this easy" You said putting the rest of the clothes out of the machine.

"Are they all ruined?"

"Yeah"

"Shit, I'm really sorry. We can go buy new ones, I'll pay" he added

"Of course you will" I laughed "They are a bit too small so I guess that's okay"

"Ha! See? I knew it, I did it on purpose" You got back up

"It won't work"

"I tried" you both laughed "I'm sorry" he kissed your forehead

"I guess it's time for shopping"

"Like right now?"

"Hell yeah, you were not doing something more important right?" You winked

"No" you both laughed

So now you were both leaving your house, making your way to the mall to buy new bras.

[lilveeblog]

behaviour problems

“Excuse me, young lady,” Emily sighed, sending daggers in JJ’s direction. “Excuse me, young lady,” JJ mocked in return, shaking her head. “Jennifer!” Emily scolded. If there was one thing in the world she hated, it was being mocked. “Yes, Emily?” JJ smirked, looking towards the older woman. They were in the round table room, trying to brainstorm answers for a death row case they’d been asked to review. However, JJ was clearly not in the mood for it. “You’re on your last warning, little girl,” Emily warned, pointing a finger at JJ. JJ rolled her eyes before spinning around in her chair. “Yeah yeah, pretty sure I was on my last warning hours ago,” she mumbled, pulling her phone from her pocket. 

At that, Tara stood up, walked around the table and snatched the phone from JJ’s hand. JJ gasped and reached for it. “Sit down and show some respect,” Tara said. “I am! That’s my phone you can’t take it!” JJ cried out, jumping up and down to try and reach the outstretched phone. “You can have it back when you stop being a brat,” Tara said matter-of-factly. She turned and walked from the room and JJ went to charge after her but Derek stood between the blonde and the door. “Morgan move!” JJ screeched, squeezing her eyes shut and making her voice as loud as it could. “No can do pretty girl, sit down,” he said, shaking his head. JJ huffed, stomped her foot, and glared at the entire team before throwing herself on the ground like a toddler. 

“Jay,” Emily sighed, watching her girl begin to cry. JJ had been stressed out all morning and Emily seriously debated bringing her to work but when a difficult case was called in, she didn’t really have a choice. JJ continued her fit on the floor, flying about her legs and her arms but the team grew to ignore it. Spencer continued his facts about an old case related to their new one and Garcia brought up new pictures on the screen. However, Emily couldn’t help but feel like something was seriously wrong with her baby. 

They had five hours on the plane and JJ had finally settled a little. Emily tried to get her to stay with Garcia but JJ refused. 

As they climbed onto the plane, JJ stayed by her mama’s side, distressed and feeling tired. There was so much going on through her brain that she just wanted her mama to take it all away. Her nightmares had come back recently. It was coming up to almost a year away from Tivon Askari - what he did to her - and the emotions, the feelings, the torture was too much. 

“Do you want to colour?” Emily asked, pulling up JJ’s bag but JJ shook her head. She didn’t feel safe being small at the minute. She couldn’t tell anyone but she had been regressed for the majority of time she was with Askari. Her little self was more traumatized than she was and that was terrifying. JJ shook her head and put her head on the window. “Nap?” Emily suggested, showing her her blanket. JJ shrugged and closed her eyes. Emily sighed and stroked the girl's tight fist before turning to brief the team. 

The case was pretty slow at first. Emily kept JJ in the precinct, setting up the boards and doing research with Spencer. The blonde was quiet, reserved and very, very sad. The whole team could sense something was wrong but no one dared to ask, not after that morning's tantrum. It was hard enough working on a case, never mind keeping a constant eye on a versatile JJ too. 

By the time the entire team had returned to the precinct, JJ was curled up on the sofa fast asleep. The team ordered Taco Bell whilst going over their day's findings. 

“So he’s targeting middle-aged fathers from a small town but why?” Morgan asked. “We need to look into the history, there must be something tying them all together,” Tara added. “They went to different high schools. Cunnings was in a different town altogether,” Emily said. 

The group thought for a moment until Spencer spoke up. “Garcia, are there any records of scout groups-” 

A scream broke him off as JJ sat up from the sofa. Her entire body shook as she threw the blanket off her. Emily shot up from the table and was straight by her girl's side. Tears flooded JJ’s face as she tried to get away from Emily. 

“Hey, hey sweetheart.” Emily cooed, grabbing JJ’s trembling hands. “It’s Mama. Mama is here.” 

“Mama,” Jj sobbed, suddenly launching herself into Emily’s outstretched arms. Tara guided the pair to the bathrooms for some privacy and the team continued with their investigation. 

“Deep breaths, focus on my breathing princess,” Emily whispered, rocking her girl in her arms. JJ was crying, clinging to Emily’s top. It was as if she was back there, getting hurt all over again but Emily was keeping her safe. “Mama’s got you.” 

Not long later, after many encouragements, kisses, cuddles and lots of tears, JJ sat up from Emily’s arms. Sighing deeply, she turned to her mama who had bog, concerned, brown eyes. “What happened?” Emily asked softly. She tucked some loose hair behind JJ’s ear and wiped her wet cheeks. “Askari,” JJ spat his name. “Oh love,” Emily sighed. “He- he was hurting me again,” she muttered, closing her eyes tight. “It’s okay, you don’t need to tell me,” Emily reassured and took JJ back into her arms. She ran her fingers through her little one’s hair and rocked her softly. “Is this the tiredness, the behaviour hm?” “I’m sorry mama,” JJ mumbled into Emily’s chest. “It’s okay. I just need you to communicate these things with me.” JJ nodded, agreeing before they decided to head back into the conference room. 

Emily sat at the desk, feeding JJ fries, who was sitting on her knee.No one mentioned the nightmare. Tara made her some pink milk, Spencer grabbed her colouring things and Morgan let her play on his phone whilst they finished up. Emily knew her girl would be okay with such a supportive group around them.

[revcleo]

American and British consumers also have differing palates. At Popeyes, “we’ve turned the spice up a bit,” says Crowley: the restaurant is famous for its spicy chicken sandwich but it seems Britons can handle more heat than Americans.

lmao

that's so fucked, did the taco bell do this? I tried it, it was shit

I might try the popeyes but I don't have trust in it

Also jesus christ:

The UK could become even more appealing to fast food firms: post-Brexit, the government is considering replacing up to 1,500 food laws. Previously, American brands have had to swap ingredients to comply with UK regulations. At present, for example, McDonald’s fries in the UK are made with oil, salt and potatoes, while US fries are made from potatoes, oil, beef flavour (containing hydrolysed wheat and hydrolysed milk), dextrose salt, and sodium acid pyrophosphate (for colour).

mcd chips in the usa contains beef flavour???

[osmanthusoolong]

I’m now thinking about my ideological and aesthetic defences of trash foods, and about how every time some dipshit on tumblr tries to come up with “lol gross white people food” as a dunk, inevitability they bring up things that are either connected with poverty or people of colour and this just happens over and over

I remember “grossthingswhitepeopleeat” or whatever posting like tacos al papa and rightly getting hell for it and deleting back in the day.

[trainwritessometimes]

Random Cross Headcanon’s:

idk these feel kinda specific 😭

Cross is often sent out on acting missions, to gather intel where he will take on a role of any character that Nightmare gives him. Cross is the only one in the gang besides Nightmare who is good at acting, not to mention Killer, Dust and Horror have very distinct features that they can’t exactly cover up. Cross doesn’t because X-Chara is not with him meaning that his eye lights and scar are gone.

Cross, despite being Bisexual finds it hard to hard to gain trust in people when getting into relationships, he thinks he might be demiromantic as well but never really looked into it. 

Cross is colour blind, he has a difficult time trying to understand colours. Especially when he first stepped outside his AU, it was very jarring to see so many colours and ended up squinting a lot because of it. He’s used to it now but it still bothers him at times.

He has an organised chocolate collection, which goes in ranges of white to dark chocolate and most of his chocolate has labels on them from what AU he got them from since he travels a lot. 

Cross has a habit of pacing around the room when he is nervous because Killer told him he looks stiff when he doesn't move, this was only said as a joke of course but Cross took it to heart.

Cross is bilingual, speaks in Spanish and English. His AU was made up of people solely speaking Spanish. When he first joined the gang Nightmare was the only other Spanish speaker, so Cross was stuck speaking with Nightmare who taught him English.

Cross swears in Spanish, and when he’s angry he’ll go into a Spanish rant which is too quick for anyone to understand unless they speak Spanish.

When the gang would go with each other on missions with Cross in the beginning they would use hand signals to communicate. Google translate was their last option for many, many reasons.

There is something called the Google Translate incident, no one talks about it.

Cross loves layered clothing, he likes the feeling of being wrapped up because it reminds him of a blanket. He just says that he must be more prone to getting cold than other Sanses when the others bring this up.

Also mentions kingdom of hearts when others ask so it doesn't seem like he only has one response and that's what his clothing was based on anyway.

Prefers manga over anime, this is due to his colour blindness because it's easier for him to distinguish characters in manga compared to anime. Also the subtitles move too fast for him in anime. And when he watches the dubbed anime the voices are more dramatic and dramatised than they need to be.

The only time Cross watches anime is when he's with Epic, but even then Epic can see when Cross is getting a headache and will generally try to avoid using the TV when his friend comes to visit.

Cross had to be the one to explain to Killer why he couldn't just move the whole castle's interior 5 cm to the left every time he was alone. IT was ALWAYS exactly 5 cm, Cross had to be the one to make the adjustments every single time because no one else noticed.

When Cross is having a bad day he'll go sit with Dust or Horror because they're quiet, Dust continues with whatever he's doing and acts like he's not there. Horror tries to involve Cross with whatever he's doing, most of the time he helps Horror cook.

Cross doesn't like to leave things unorganised and tends to redo things over and over again until he gets them perfect.

He rearranges his room every four months, don’t ask him why.

Cross has not told the gang that he is colour blind, mostly due to personal embarrassment that he can't tell the difference between colours. Like realistically he knows that it's not bad but he can't help but feel like he's letting them down by not being able to tell what colour something is.

Cross is BANNED from Underswap because he caused a Taco supply shortage.

[ahordeofwasps]

Find the Word Tag

I've been tagged by the terrific @charlesjosephwrites! Thanks for the tag! My words are understood, colour, tall, and open! I'll be sharing some excerpts from To Not Falling Off Cliffs!

But first, the no pressure tags! I'll be tagging @winterandwords, @loopyhoopywrites, @mary-is-writing, @spuddlespud, and open tag! Your words are contain, pain, vain, and slain!

Now, onto To Not Falling Off Cliffs!

Understood

The electrochemical synapses that consisted of Erika’s personality and memories and thoughts and feelings, which normally were housed in the grey matter of her brain, continued to be after brain death, though the form they continued as could no longer be described as electrochemical. Instead, these synapses were made out of time, an infinite number of possibilities reconciling with each other into what is. Erika understood none of this. She no longer was connected to her body and had no sensory input, still in the sleepy unconsciousness of hypothermia. It was only after her reaping, after she had passed on into the afterlife, did she awake. A soul is made out of time, out of possibility, and when awake takes on the shape of self. This varies from person to person, and although the form may largely mimic their dear departed bodies, it is never a perfect recreation. Erika noticed none of the differences, but the form her soul took was a bit gaunter than her earthly body, bones more angular, more pronounced underneath imagined flesh. The chitinous hair that had plagued her in life was longer and coarser, a slightly more vibrant shade of red, with the chitin itself spreading into deep widow’s peak on her forehead.

Colour

There were small occasions where Erika lingered truthfully, however. She stopped in the aisle with the shampoo, taking the time she normally spent pretending to read the ingredients in each bottle. Recently, Erika had noticed that her hair was turning red and was starting to become dry and chitinous. Although she liked the unexpected colour change, she disliked how she looked with a head full of chitin instead of hair. When Erika had examined her shampoo and conditioner, she discovered her shampoo was enchanted to give her the ��dazzling hair of the future.” Erika did not want the hair of the future. She wanted the hair of the present.

Tall & Open

Mrs. Smith lived in the apartment directly below Erika. She lived alone but was not a lonely woman. Mrs. Smith’s doormat read “welcome” in letters so scuffed that it took at least a minute staring at the mat to read them. Every time Erika visited Mrs. Smith, she had a new framed picture of a friend or family member hanging on her wall, which had more nails than a hardware store. Mrs. Smith always insisted that visitors come in for a drink and would spend hours regaling them of the exploits of her children, her grandchildren, her great grandchildren, her great-great grandchildren, and her great-great-great grandchildren. Erika heard about these exploits often; she visited Mrs. Smith with a taco salad at least once a month. Erika cleaned the bottom of her shoes on Mrs. Smith’s doormat and rapped on the pink door. She heard shuffling from behind the door and a minute later it was opened by a tall muscular woman with wild grey hair wearing a floral dress and a lavender shawl. On the side of her neck was some dried blood surrounding two small puncture wounds. The woman beamed a smile at her. “Erika! It’s been a while!” Mrs. Smith said, before sniffing the air, “Oh! You shouldn’t have! No one makes it the way you do! My great-great grandson Mikey has tried to replicate it so many times, but he never gets it right.”

[ranveer--singh]

The nights are tasteless without you: part 8 ~ Ari Levinson Fic

A/N - This is my first proper multiple chapter story which came to me while watching a Bollywood movie. It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill   characters as professors  

Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc

Ari had finally finished his last class of the day, he dismissed the class, packing away his stuff when Andy entered the room.

"You ready buddy, Y/N is excited to have you over," Andy said, patting Ari's back. 

"Give me a few minutes," Ari said, putting his laptop and papers away. "Ok I'm ready, so excited to meet Y/N Andy." he said smiling at Andy who was so excited to show off his wife. They left, Ari driving behind Andy, following, Andy quickly shooting his wife a text at the traffic lights that they have left. 

It took them 35 minutes to drive to Andy's apartment, which took longer than usual because of the traffic. Andy parked his car, stepping out and grabbing his bag, Ari parked behind him grabbing a gift for Y/N. 

He followed Andy into the apartment complex, going into the lift and going to the 12th floor. They arrived at the apartment, Andy opening it and stepping inside. He smiled, installing the aromas of spices she was cooking. 

"Honeybun, we are home," Andy said, walking towards the lounge. They waited a few seconds, then Y/N walked in wearing maroon jeans, white friends t-shirt covered by an apron and wearing fluffy brown and black slippers. 

"Jaan," she said, wrapping her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. Andy wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tightly. Y/N looked up at him and smiled as Andy leaned down and gave her a sweet kiss. He parted his lips, turning to face Ari and introduce him,

"Honey, this is Ari. Ari this is my beautiful wife Y/N," y/n moved out of his arms, walking over to give him a hug. She is a hugger and likes to greet people with a hug.

"Nice to meet you Ari, trust my jaan is making you welcome in India," she said, seeing Ari smile and nod his head.

"Mrs. Barber, this is for you," Ari said, landing the box of chocolates to her. 

"Thank you Ari, you can call me Y/N. There was no need for the gift, but thank you once again," Y/N said, looking at Ari with a smile. "Food will be ready in five minutes, please wash your hands," y/n moved back to the kitchen while Andy showed Ari where the bathroom was. 

 They sat down to eat, Y/N plating both men the food, before sitting down to eat herself. One hand was linked with Andy's while they talked. 

"So Ari, how are you finding Mumbai," she asked in-between mouthfuls.

"It is taking me a while to adapt but I am loving the weather," Ari said taking some poppadoms and chutney and putting it in his mouth.

"Honey he has tried vada pau and now loves them," Andy said, making Ari blush thinking of the time he ate done with Maddy at the food stand. They talked, when Andy changed the subject asking about Maddy. "So tell us about Maddy, did you ask her out," Andy said, grabbing himself some more khadi. 

"I did ask her out, she said yes and we are planning a date at my place this Saturday. I am going to make tacos, nachos, some Margarita drinks and we will watch a movie together," Ari said, feeling nervous about the date. 

"That's great man," Andy said watching Y/N take her plate to the sink and start making some chai. Both the men helped clean up the table, putting the food away and washing the dishes. Y/N came back 15 minutes later with some chai and biscuits, and they all moved to the sitting room to talk more and enjoy the chai. 

"What is Maddy like," Y/N asked looking at Ari who smiled,

"She is lovely, very friendly to talk to and I just love her energy," Ari said blushing just thinking of her. "Sometimes we text each other silly memes and other times we send each other songs we like," Ari said, biting his bottom lip. They talked for a while, Y/N excusing herself and going upstairs to answer a call while Andy and Ari played a video game together. Ari left at 10pm, with Y/N sending him food in takeaway containers so he can eat them tomorrow. 

Saturday morning, Ari was panicking, he chose to make more food than he can make. He texted Andy and in half an hour both Andy and Y/N arrived to help him out with the cooking. 

Y/N and Ari worked in the kitchen, while Andy made the margarita drink, as well as cleaning the lounge and heading out to get some flowers and candles. Few hours later, the  taco mixture was made, all the ingredients for the nachos prepared and the lounge decorated with flowers, candles and fairy lights. Andy and Y/N left, hugging Ari and wishing him luck. 

Ari goes to have a quick shower and puts on the denim shirt and jeans. He sprays some cologne - Midnight Musk & Amber Cologne looking at the clock to see that the date will start in 1 hour. 

Ari was nervous and wished the time could speed up so the date could start. One hour later, the doorbell rang; Ari stood up, took a deep breath, opening the door to see Maddy standing outside in black denim jeans and a sparkly green top. 

"Hi, Ari," she said, handing him some sweets and a bottle of wine. Ari smiled, taking the gifts and putting them on the table before hugging Maddy and kissing her cheeks.

"Hi, Maddy, come inside," he said, taking her to the lounge and pouring her some wine. 

"Ari, you smell heavenly," she said, sitting next to him on the sofa. 

"Thank you, Maddy, you smell delightful as ever," he says, enjoying her scent. They talked for a little while; he couldn't help staring at her lips. The way he watched her smile, laugh and talk got his body feeling all types of things. 

He was itching to kiss her, he wanted to pause the moment, grab her head in his hands and passionately kiss her lips making her melt into his arms. 

"I have made tacos, nachos and Margarita drinks for dinner; I confess I had help making this. Andy's wife helped me; I hope you like it," Ari said, looking at Maddy's emerald dangling earrings.  Biting his lip, he needed to remind himself to behave and see how the first date went. 

They ate dinner at the table, Ari pouring her some more wine and talking about movies most of the time. He couldn't stop looking at her hair; it was long and black, French braided to the side. It got his dick twitching thinking of him tugging on it while pounding her. 

Dinner was finished, they both cleared up and went to the lounge to switch on the movie and get comfortable. Ari took a blanket and handed it to Maddy, who slipped her shoes off and sat under the covers. Ari went to the kitchen to grab some more wine, opened a bag of popcorn and put it in a bowl with some chocolate and brought it out. 

"What movie shall we watch," he said, putting down the bowl of popcorn, pouring some wine in Maddy's glass as he sat next to her, covering the blanket around his legs. 

"Let's watch a marvel movie, maybe the first cap movie," she said, taking a sip of her wine and eating some popcorn. 

"First Captain America movie sounds good," Ari said, opening up Hotstar and playing the movie. They both watched in silence, Maddy sneaking glances at Ari who looked hot in denim. 

Half way through the movie, Ari paused the movie, turning to look at Maddy. 

"Hi," he said, looking at her face glow with the light. 

"Hey," she said, feeling her face heat up from the way Ari looked at her. 

"Can I kiss you?" Ari asked and Maddy nodded her head. Heat rose from Maddy's stomach to her chest. Ari's lips were getting closer and her heart decided to skip a beat, the smell of him was hypnotic beyond belief.

Her whole body tingled, his arms wrapped around her. Ari pulled her in, claiming her mouth, hungry and intense, until her knees gave in. By the time Maddy became aware of her fingers, they had already slipped under his denim shirt, his skin smooth and radiating heat. 

It was as if time had stopped, both of them sitting on the sofa glued to one another. As if no one existed but just them together kissing. Ari pulled away, looking at her with a huge smile on his face. He wrapped his arms around her once more, they cuddled as Ari continued the movie. 

It was 11pm when the movie was over, Maddy started to yawn, stretching her arms out. Ari knew it was time for her to go home, he felt a little sad but tonight wasn't the night to ask her to stay over. 

"It's quite late," Ari asked, "Do you want to stay over?" seeing her yawn once again. 

She squirmed and looked away, biting her lip. Ari understood what that meant. He was endearing to see that she was a little shy around him, even now that they had kissed. "I-I mean, I'll give you my bed and I'll take the couch…no pressure." 

"No!" She said a bit too quickly, eyes as wide as saucers I'll. "I-I can't put you out of your own room," she said, getting up and picking up her purse. "I mean, basically what I wanted to say is," Ari blew out a breath at this awkward conversation, "I mean, there will be no funny business," he gulped and cleared his throat, feeling his own cheeks heat up under his beard. 

"No no, but I don't mean to cause you any discomfort," she said. 

"But it's late, let me drop you home at least," he pleaded. 

"Fine," she sighed. 

Ari fetched his car keys and rode the lift down along with Maddy. He drove her to her place and parked his car on the road, idling the engine. Maddy didn't make a move to leave the car immediately. She tucked a strand of hair that had escaped her plait behind her ear and gave Ari a shy smile. "I had a great time tonight, Ari, thanks for everything," she whispered quietly. 

"You're welcome. The pleasure is all mine," he returned her smile, with his palms resting on the steering wheel.

She bit her lip and waited for a moment. Ari guessed that she was looking for a goodbye gesture and was hesitating. He waited, trying not to make her uncomfortable, yet curious at what she would do. 

She patted his hand awkwardly, murmured "goodnight" and tried to open the car door. Her body was yanked back into the seat as she had forgotten to take off her seat belt. Ari bit his lip, trying not to laugh. "S-sorry," she teetered, feeling extremely shy. "Hey, no need to apologize. Here let me help you," he said as he leaned over the console to help her untangle the belt.

He closed his eyes for a moment when he got close to her neck and got a whiff of her perfume. He also saw goosebumps breaking out on her skin at his proximity, her breath getting rougher. "There, all done," he whispered slowly. 

"Th-Thanks," she whispered back. She hesitated for one more moment before quickly leaning forward and planting a swift kiss on his cheek. It landed on his beard instead, but it left Ari stunned nevertheless. Before he could reel from it, she had squirmed out of her seat and left the car. 

Ari moved on a reflex and followed her. She walked a few steps and then turned around and collided into Ar's chest. "Hey! What happened?" He was still not sure what was going on. 

"D-dogs! There are dogs in the street! Help!" 

"Ohhh are you scared of stray dogs?"

"Mm-hmm," she said, hugging him tight. 

"Aww don't worry; I'll walk you to your building's gate. Does that sound good?"

"Yes, please," she squeaked and trembled, making Ari go heart eyes for how cute she was. 

Ari hugged her back, patted her shoulder and then broke free to hold her hand. He walked with her as promised, and when they reached her gate, she looked down at their joined hands and whispered a quiet "thank you."

"Sundar," Ari lifted her chin and smiled at her, "I know you were trying to kiss me goodnight earlier. In the car." 

"Yes," she squirmed and blushed again. 

"Well, you're gonna have to kiss me properly then," he said as he dropped his lips down to kiss her. 

[brytnoter]

TAG 9 PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER

Many thanks to @madangel19 for the tag, for some reason it didn't notify me but whatever. Also I am making a new post just to monopolise the situation and also be angry in the future that people keep adding to MY chain

Currently Reading: Smutty Transformers fanfics? 8( I actually haven't read a book in months. I tried to get into newspapers but I'm just annoyed because even "neutral" articles seem opinionated.

Favorite Color: Turquoise/Teal. You know, that one that people argue about whether it's blue or green. But I also like green. …. And blue…

Last Song: I Am The Audience - XTC It's been paused for maybe an hour because it's hard to read things with noise in my ears. Yes, I am reading the fanfics NOW.

Last Movie: Bumblebee (2018) actually. Because of that one gif of the Decepticons (sadly not enough Decepticon screentime tho). And with a main/human character I actually LIKED.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Probably savoury. I do like sugar but there's something about salty biscuits that just make me devour a whole packet of something. I don't know where Taco Bell is on the spice scale, but a simple burrito from there was too much Also, this only qualifies for snacks. Dinners have to be plain or smothered in vegetables. What the heck category are vegetables???

Currently working on: Gravity and Hello in the long term, and short term, I'm colouring some standalone-pages for additional Among Us & Transformers crossover.

Optional as always,

@razzledazzlerazzberry @nyanthenyan @enigma020 @rapbattles @eyenaku @nosleepgummitato @x-cess38 @thegirlwhoflies26 @hollister-mc

[pony-central]

TV Tropes That Apply to DrugFriend

Prone to Tears - Just like many other residents of Parodies Town, DrugFriend can start crying at the drop of a hat

Agony of the Feet - when he was 15 years old, he got a nasty carpet burn on his foot. Sick Boyfriend treated it immediately

Alcoholic Hic - he got drunk once, and spent the whole night hiccuping

Prone to Vomiting - when he is seasick

Art Evolution - in the mod, he got a redesign, just like some other Boyfriend's and Girlfriend's

Art Shift - see FNF vs SpongeBob Parodies v3 and take a look at his new look

Ascended Fanboy - he became obsessed with SpongeBob SquarePants

Babysitter's Nightmare - he gets worried whenever he looks after Benjy

Embarrassing Nickname - Drugsy Wugsy

Berserk Button - Don't show him Among Us memes or make fun of him

Gasshole - due to all the Taco Bell he consumes, it's no surprise that this trope would apply to him

Catchphrase - "Hey, buddy"

A Day in the Limelight - DrugFriend and the Dooshy Dog is one for him, and also The Donut Disasters and Hypnosis can count as this too

Color Failure - DrugFriend changes colour whenever he gets sick

Big Damn Kiss - he once gave Sick Boyfriend a ten second long kiss

Ambiguously Bi - he is bisexual

Crying a River - he sometimes does this

Sir Swears-a-Lot - he swears more than Sick Boyfriend does, which makes sense since he is an adult

Disney Death - he had this in Confronting Yourself. He was revived by Sick Boyfriend's necklace

Depending on the Writer - he will sometimes get into arguments with Sick Boyfriend if the story gets serious, as seen in the discontinued "The ShrugFriend Argument" series

Eat the Evidence - every time he stole the Donut Stash, he would end up eating it. He would also lick all the crumbs off of the carpet

Lethal Chef - he once tried NyQuil chicken and underwent hallucinations. Another time the tried to make pink sauce from scratch and ended up puking everywhere

I Ate What?! - he once tried the Grimace Shake out for curiosity and threw up all over the sidewalk

Energetic and Soft Spoken Duo - he's the Energetic to Sick Boyfriend's Soft Spoken

Downer Ending - he was fired from his job due to his work "lacking motivation"

Flipping the Bird - his redesign did this at the start of Cannabis

Crouching Moron, Hidden Badass - he may be dumb at times. But he can pack a serious punch

Ax-Crazy - He ended up injuring Purity Senpai once

Art Evolution - the redesign of DrugFriend looks very different than the previous design

Seven Deadly Sins - Lust, as he spends most of his time talking about male anatomy

Rage Quit - He's not the biggest Among Us fan

Comically Missing the Point - in the deleted Three Boy Bondin Crew React to Comments and Roasts on Themselves Series, Sick Boyfriend and Prime Boyfriend were both shown to get angry at a joke, but DrugFriend didn't get it

Why Did It Have to be Snakes?! - One of his biggest fears is waterparks due to his fear of heights and seasickness. He's also scared of lightning and spiders, especially tarantulas

Trademark Favourite Food - it's no surprise that he loves fast food, especially if it's Spicy Bean Burritos from the local Taco Bell restaurant seven blocks from his and Sick Boyfriend's house

Embarrassing Nickname - Drugsy Wugsy, as he finds it so embarrassing

Potty Failure - he wets himself at the end of the Sicky Drugshine music video, much to Sick Boyfriend's surprise

Accidental Innuendo - he murmured "Can I put my pee pee inside your butthole?" at the end of DrugFriend and the Dooshy Dog while sleeping next to Sick Boyfriend

Palette Swap - in the same series, he also swapped colours with Sick BF, and screamed

Screams Like a Little Girl - he does this in DATDD once Boyfriend got back home from his date with Girlfriend

[mizzmellos]

took me like. five tries to click the ask button, life is against me today lol

headcanons on how Matt started smoking ? what's his favourite dish ? what's the hair colour he tried once and then never again ?

hope your migraine eases away soon :c take care ! <3

Brooo ever since I spilled my pop earlier my day has been downhill lol idk what's up but I feel weak as fuckkkkkk. But I'm home now and my wife and I are moving into our new place tomorrow so it can only get better from here <333

Hmmm I have another anon asking about Matt smoking hc/art so I'll answer on that one + post a doodle for you xoxo

as for the hair color he never returned to, I feel like it was definitely bleached/blonde or some horrible frosted tips situation lol. Like he tried it out pretty early on at wammy's bc he wanted to look like a cool backstreet boy and impress Mello but it looked sooo bad and fried and when Mello saw it he immediately hateeeeeddddd it like omg HATE. And then Matt had to pretend he was just prepping it for a lighter color and dyed it bubblegum pink the next day. and favorite dish? This is so stereotypical but probably like greasy gamer stoner food lol. Taco Bell and doritos which dissssgustttttt Mello (who hates greasy food and the cheese dust that dyes Matt's fingers). I am evenly split 50/50 on the hc that neither Mello nor Matt can cook for shit/would burn jello/etc AND the idea that Mello is a terrible cook but Matt is really incredible at it/loves cooking bc he loves to eat.

[dualcastimpact]

dawntrail lore thoughts pt. i

I'm still in the early level 90 quests (I haven't even started either of the branching paths) so there won't be too many spoilers here, but I wanted to post some shots of Raginmar in Tural and ramble about the story so far.

Spoilers for early Dawntrail below the cut:

Raginmar's 6.55 is very different from the game canon in that he never actually got the letter from the Students of Baldesion asking him to come to Sharlayan, and so Wuk Lamat never got to meet him there. She did, however, end up in Thavnair following a misadventure with Kytte's experimental aetheryte — that's where she crossed paths with a worn-looking Hyuran man, who gave her words of support and encouraged her to look to her companions for strength through her coming trials. It wasn't until they parted ways that she realised he was the very man she'd been looking to meet, but then she remembered how exhausted he'd been and how he just wanted to go home, and she decided to let him go and not involve him in the rite of succession.

What Wuk Lamat couldn't have known, however, was that by the time she and her recruited companions made it to Tuliyollal, Raginmar was already there. Had been there for a while, even — he'd sailed to Tural with Hyllizirn and her dad on the other man's ship (name pending) all the way from their home island in the South Sea Isles. By the time Wuk Lamat and co. arrived in Tuliyollal, Raginmar had been there for weeks, doing business selling prize crops, produce and crafts from his homestead and buying seeds and seedlings for the next season's planting, and also spending his evenings eating tacos and sipping colourful fruity drinks by the sea.

Raginmar living his best summer vacation life in Tuliyollal.

Initially I had doubts about how it'd line up time-wise, because sailing from the South Sea Isles would take significantly longer than sailing from Sharlayan — Raginmar's home island specifically is further down south than Meracydia, whereas Sharlayan is almost right next to Tural — but then Dawntrail itself gave me the necessary canon lore to make it work: namely, the fact that Erenville had to employ some persuasion to get them on a gleaner-chartered ship to Tuliyollal, which could theoretically have taken them months instead of days or weeks depending on bureaucracy and/or the gleaner expedition schedule! Add that to my headcanon that Wuk Lamat took at least a week or two to get back to Sharlayan from Thavnair (she forgot to attune to the aetheryte crystal in Sharlayan [which is also feasible, since aetheryte travel was only introduced in Tural within the last five years!], airships are pretty fast but it's still quite the distance from Thavnair to Limsa Lominsa, and she'd still have to sail from Limsa Lominsa to Sharlayan), and it's absolutely feasible that Raginmar could have gone home, spent some time at the homestead with his people, and then sailed to Tuliyollal and arrived far earlier than Wuk Lamat and co. did.

Fun fact: Hyllizirn inherited her reckless "let's find out!" streak from her dad Ahldacht, and there's a non-zero chance (read: 100%) they badgered Raginmar into coming up with some magical means to speed up their sea voyage. Raginmar wasn't exactly averse to the idea either.

As to how he got involved in the rite of succession, the idea was that Alisaie and Alphinaud would have spotted him in Tuliyollal and tried to find him, only to find Hyllizirn blocking their efforts. She mocks them and says the only reason why they haven't found him is because he doesn't want to be found, not even by the likes of them; Raginmar later admits that to be true in a private conversation with her, but adds he'll join them even if he thinks it's more trouble than its worth — because that's what friends do for each other. I need to progress through the MSQ more to confirm this, because I'm pretty sure there's nothing stopping an outsider from leaving Tuliyollal and heading to other cities and settlements to conduct trade — and remember, Raginmar is here primarily as a trader instead of an adventurer — and so he doesn't really need to throw his lot in with Wuk Lamat's for that chance for adventure. He can just go off on his own, like Estinien did.

The problem with this setup is that Wuk Lamat and co. didn't spend very long in Tuliyollal before the rite of succession begins and they're immediately heading off someplace else. They arrive, they wander the city and become familiar with the place, then they immediately head to the palace where Gulool Ja Ja proclaims the start of the contest. It's immediate. In-game, I don't think they spent even one night in the city before heading out, and Erenville doesn't even show them to their lodgings until after they met Gulool Ja Ja. You could arrange for them to reach Tuliyollal sometime during the day, have an audience with Gulool Ja Ja in the evening, and then rest for the night before setting out in the morning — but that'd be too tight a timeframe to fit in the twins running through the city in search of him and the whole conflict between them and Hyllizirn. Raginmar would want to understand Wuk Lamat better first before deciding to throw his lot in with hers too, and him coming to find her in the morning and saying he'll join her apropos of nothing doesn't make much sense considering his personality.

The weeks he'd spent in Tuliyollal would have been enough for him to learn about the other claimants to the throne, so that wouldn't be an issue. But he'd want to determine she's worthy of his support first, and I haven't seen where that could fit in the story so far. Right now I need to go see Urqopacha and Kozama'uka and see how I could fit Raginmar in there in line with the story — maybe he's in Urqopacha doing business with the Pelu, and then the twins spot him there? Maybe he's on a guild hunt in Kozama'uka instead? Much to ponder and think about...

Also, it took me a long time to actually start the Dawntrail MSQ — first because I got too into leveling PCT and then running around aimlessly for a bit, and then because I wanted new glams for Raginmar since I'd gotten sick of his Endwalker trademark look, no matter how good he looks. The result are these two glam sets, which I'm surprisingly really happy with!

The first is his casual look, the one he wore when he wasn't expecting to be much more than a visiting trader, doing business and sipping margaritas. The second is when he's thrown in his lot with Wuk Lamat and is getting down to business to kick ass and put her on the Dawn Throne. I'm still not a huge fan of the graphics update because I think they took away a lot of his original warm, gentle charm, but if there's one thing I can really praise the update for, it's how sexily defined they made his forearms. God, it's making me feel things.

Onwards!

[timetraveltasting]

PIRATE GUACAMOLE & BUMBO (c. 1697)

Our Friday night appetizer this past weekend was Pirate Guacamole and Bumbo (c. 1697) from Tasting History. This dish and accompanying drink were common among pirates in the Caribbean and Central America in the 17th century. The pirate William Dampier, writing of his travels near Panama in 1697, describes how to serve avocados with sugar, lime, and salt - just one earlier way of making guacamole. Roasted plantains were used to dip. During this time, Bumbo was a common drink among pirates, since it tasted better than Royal Navy grog, and the pirates also wanted nothing to do with the Royal Navy. Pirates and short-haul merchantmen did not suffer from scurvy as often as British sailors, largely because their voyages were shorter and their diet included plenty of fresh fruit and vegetables. This meant that citrus juice could be dropped from the grog recipe, and sugar and nutmeg sweetened the mix. Bumbo, or 'bumbu', was commonly used during election campaigns in colonial British America, to the extent that treating voters to gifts and other freebies during election campaigns was referred to as "swilling the planters with bumbu". See Max’s video on how to make these here or see the ingredients and process at the end of this post, sourced from his website here and here.

My experience making it:

I made a couple changes to the modern recipe below. I used brown sugar instead of piloncillo (in both the guacamole and the bumbo), I used Captain Morgan Spiced Rum for the bumbo, and I used store-bought banana chips instead of making plantain chips. I know they are a poor substitute, since they taste quite different from each other, but I was unable to find plantains in time. I also decided to use a little less sugar in the guacamole than what was called for, because Max mentioned the dish was quite sweet.

The preparation was very easy, especially since I didn't need to prepare the plantain chips. My avocados were a little less ripe than I would prefer, so I mashed them with a potato masher. As you can maybe see from my photos, some chunks were still left. I added only half the amount of sugar that was called for before mixing in the salt and lime juice, spreading the finished mixture on a plate surrounded by some banana chips and tortilla chips. I served the guacamole with a bowl of tortilla chips on the side and added a little cayenne powder to the centre of the dish for a pop of colour and spice (which I really enjoy). For the bumbo, at first I added only one and a half ounces of rum, for worry the drink may be too strong, but I went on to add the rest of the rum after tasting, since it did need more! I also decided to add ice as a personal preference, despite Max mentioning this would not have been done historically. The guacamole and bumbo were served as an appetizer before our main meal of fish tacos, and all aspects of this meal looked delicious!

My experience tasting it:

My husband and I tried a sip of bumbo first, both agreeing it was a bad decision on my part not to add the full two ounces of rum called for (lesson learned!). I topped us up, and it tasted quite good, if a little plain. The nutmeg added a nice, light hint of spice to the otherwise sweet drink, but we still both opted to add a squeeze of lime to give it some extra zest. Next we scooped up some guacamole (sans cayenne) with the banana chips. The guacamole tasted the perfect amount of sweet - I was glad I halved the sugar - and it actually matched quite nicely with the sweet banana chips. However, I can imagine that some lightly-salted, roasted plantains would have tasted even better! Next we tried a bite of the non-cayenne guacamole with the tortilla chips. That's where it was at! The sweetness of the guacamole balanced the salted tortilla chips really nicely, but it became the perfect appetizer when I took a bite of the cayenne-dusted guacamole. Paired with the bumbo, I did feel transported through time and geography. My husband and I really enjoyed this pirate fare, and will definitely make both the guacamole and bumbo again. Next time we make it, we agreed we would add some chopped red onion and a little more cayenne to the guacamole. If you end up making it, if you liked it, or if you changed anything from the original recipe, do let me know!

Links to harder-to-find ingredients:

Piloncillo Nutmeg

Pirate Guacamole original recipe (c. 1697)

Sourced from A New Voyage Round the World by William Dampier.

The Avogato Pear-tree is as big as most Pear-trees…and the Fruit as big as a large Lemon. It is of a green colour, till it is ripe, and then it is a little yellowish…The Substance in the inside is green, or a little yellowish, and as soft as Butter. Within the Substance there is a Stone as big as a Horse-Plumb. This Fruit hath no taste of it self, and therefore ‘tis usually mixt with Sugar and Lime-juice, and beaten together in a Plate; and this is an excellent Dish. The ordinary way to eat it is with a little Salt and a roasted Plantain; and thus a Man that’s Hungry, may make a good Meal of it.

Pirate Guacamole Modern Recipe

Based on the William Dampier's A New Voyage Round the World and Max Miller’s version in his Tasting History video.

Ingredients:

Guacamole:

3 large avocados

juice of 1 lime

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/4 cup (50 g) grated piloncillo or granulated sugar

Plantain chips:

2 plantains, sliced

Salt, optional

Chili powder, optional

Method:

Cut the avocados in half and remove the pit and the peel. Mash the avocado in a dish (a plate for extra authenticity).

Mix in the lime juice, salt, and piloncillo or sugar.

Preheat the oven to 400°F (200°C).

Thinly slice the plantains and arrange them on a lined baking sheet. Sprinkle with a bit of salt or chili powder, if desired. Bake for 10 to 15 minutes, flip, then bake for another 10 to 15 minutes.

Serve the guacamole forth with the plantain chips and a glass of bumbo (recipe below).

Pirate Bumbo Recipe

Ingredients:

2 ounces rum

4 ounces water

1 teaspoon piloncillo or granulated sugar

sprinkle of nutmeg

Method:

Stir all of the ingredients together in a mixing glass.

Serve it forth.