#turkey claw

[strixessabre]

Extra finger? No problem, snag a turkey finger!

( Strixes' Sabre )

[thatsbelievable]

[icewindandboringhorror]

Various recent pictures of things

[turkey-sandwich]

I FORGOT ABOUT THE IBAMIDO CRUMBS IN IBARA FS2 OFJSBR9SNR9WNDISNEOSNR

"...If you can overcome those difficulties, you'll surely become stronger...☆"

This is literally just typical Ibara speak, I think but GODDDD. It makes me insane that Ibara is encouraging and believing in Midori's abilities like– FUCKKKKK

[im-not-a-l0ser]

Sorry, I spent the first few moments of the new year eating a sub sandwich like the true asexual I am, so I didn't even realise its 2024 now, and apparently my first post of the year was... a poll regarding the pronunciation of a last name of a minor character... because my dyslexic ass thought there was an h in it.

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

So you're asking how the Thanksgiving dinner went ...

Trying not to be too predictable-sounding to the point of parroting the same general message here, I'd have to say "incredibly busy, but when all was said and done, who couldn't have asked for better?"

Never mind that the whole was in the classic "turkey-and-trims" manner, although we relied on turkey breast rather than the classical whole bird for the sake of ease. Still, the general craziness in the kitchen at Crazy Claws' retreat translated into an unbelievable sort of dinner which even the Hair Bears couldn't get enough of, and getting full rather quickly.

Commencing with a punch of cranberry and orange juices and ginger ale, concluding with pumpkin cheesecake and café aux chicory of the Puerto Rican sort ... in between, it was more or less the classic style, as I mentioned. And which my close friend, Huckleberry Hound even, couldn't resist, for the sake of tradition. Even with the mashed potatoes being a blend of more conventional and garlic such ... the stuffing being made from gifted Paxo, that peerless British cousin of Stove Top (and a tad more flavourful, for some reason) ... and the gravy made even more exceptional when pan drippings and Bisto came into the equation.

How much more filling did it have to get, even with ciabatta rolls taking the place of more conventional such, or even the notion of having pumpkin cheesecake in lieu of the more tradition-honoured pie, as well as coffee as noted before (more or less an hour or so after the dinner proper, to let folks rest things off from the effects of the turkey especially)?

But when it came to the cheesecake taking the place of pie as the dessert, perhaps the most enthused about the idea, aside from Huck and I, would have to be that peerless compadre of Touché Turtle, as in Dum-Dum. Even if such was ordered by way of an online food gift house for the sake of surprise, Dum-Dum was quick to explain that pumpkin cheesecake "might be more interesting than the overdone pumpkin pie as Thanksgiving dessert, a change of pace as well." Not to mention the Hair Bear crew, who, after some initial skepticism (especially with Square Bear, something of a culinary master himself), pronounced it "different, and then some." The Puerto Rican coffee bit, mind you, as noteworthy in that Puerto Rico is but one of two places in the United States with significant coffee production; thre chicory mainly to cut costs and produce a richer-tasting brew.

Well, all in all ...

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[gar-a-ash]

Coop is being built today which means no more indoor turkeys and I CANNOT wait because bringing them out and in every day has been a pain in the ass and I hate it

^after the bastard escaped one night and we went upstairs to investigate the thumping and found him just chilling on the stack of newspaper

[gutsandeverything]

every month I ran out of clomipramine before I can order a new pack & every month I experience a withdrawal that could kill the bravest soldier in a second

[bpmiranda]

Not Sweet II |l. howlett| nsfw

A/N: Second part to Not Sweet, smut, protective!logan, 18+ f!reader, his claws, violence, harassment, daddy kink, reader finds out logan is a mutant

Not only did Y/N feel a little guilty for sleeping with Logan while still having some sort of involvement with Adam, but she was unbelievably sore and dazed the morning after. It took her a moment as she padded out quietly into her kitchenette to realize Logan was still here, making breakfast. Those gorgeous green eyes met hers and she felt weak in the knees as he smiled at her. “Mornin’,” He greeted her, cutting the stove top off before plating some eggs and bacon. “Can’t believe you eat this shit,” He said as he set a plate with turkey bacon on the table for her. “Had to bring my own over here.”

Y/N couldn’t help the smile on her lips and she realized her throat was a little sore as she had croakily said, “I didn’t plan to have you for breakfast.”

“Didn’t plan last night either,” Logan smirked, walking over to her and gathering her in his arms as he inhaled deeply and took in the sight of her. “Yet here we are.” Y/N turned away from him, covering her mouth with the back of her hand and crossing an arm around her middle. “What is it, sugar?”

“I have morning breath.” She said quietly, face unbelievably hot as she stood in his embrace, his shirtless torso warming her all the more. Logan chuckled, dipped his head down, and kissed the length of her neck slowly. Her skin felt as if it were on fire from how riled up this man got her with just a few kisses. Slowly, he backed her into a wall, pinning her there by her hip while his other arm rested by her head to prevent her from escaping his lips. Y/N whined softly as he tongued her pulse, sucking gently, pressing the erection in his pants to her abdomen and she wanted so badly to do this, but she had to stop him.

“Want me to stop?” He asked as he felt her tense up, pulling away to look down at her with concern.

“Not because I don’t like it,” She said with a sweet smile, one hand resting on his toned abdomen and the other staying over her mouth self-consciously. “I just have work.”

“Can I come by later?” He asked, his hands smoothing down her waist and her hips, holding her tightly as he had his forehead rested against hers, and Y/N nodded, biting her lip. His thumb came up to pull it out from between her teeth so he could kiss her. Her brows furrowed as she focused on trying not open her mouth, but he fought his tongue past her lips and he moaned as he found her warm, wet tongue. “We should talk about us later too.” He murmured after the kiss had gone on so long they simply had to catch their breaths and she nodded in agreement.

“Okay.”

“Oh,” He said as he picked up his breakfast from the counter. “Adam stopped by earlier. Told him you weren’t available.” Her stomach felt heavy as she remembered they had agreed to go on a breakfast date and she felt mortified at the thought of having to see him at work soon. “Thought you’d like to know.” Logan took his plate and shot her a wink before he went back across the hall and she let out a deep breath, only then realizing she had been holding it in.

It was hard to concentrate at work when Logan was consuming every thought, and because Adam worked in the same department, and the last thing she wanted to see was him. It was a position she had never found herself in before, then again, she wasn’t really the type to sleep around with more than one guy at a time. Logan wasn’t just some guy to her, however. Things felt different with him, natural. It was easy to follow his lead rather than go with the flow which is what she had been doing with Adam. A knock at the door drew her attention and she turned to see Adam looking at her with a nervous smile. “Hey, you got a minute?” He asked and she nodded, unable to say anything. “Wanna go to the break room?”

Lord, if you get me out of this, I’ll donate my next paycheck to a church, she thought to herself as she watched Adam pace slowly around the break room. “Adam -” She spoke only to be interrupted.

“Did he force you?” He asked suddenly and her eyes went wide. “I mean, that guy’s almost a decade older than you. What was he doing in your apartment?”

Y/N couldn’t believe he would accuse Logan of something so evil and she felt angry. “No, he did not force me.” She said firmly, her throat tasted like bile just from having to say the words.

“Then how did it happen?” Adam demanded.

“Adam, we’ve only been on four dates. We’re not exclusive, you know that.” Y/N pointed out.

Adam shook his head. “That’s not what I asked.” With an eye roll and a sigh, Y/N explained how Logan ended up in her apartment and what led to them hooking up. “Sounds like he got you drunk. You don’t even drink whiskey, Y/N. Are you hearing yourself?”

Her mouth dropped and she shook her head. “Adam, he did not get me drunk. We were just drinking, he asked if I had whiskey, and I did. How dare you accuse him of these things?” She demanded, angrily getting up and then suddenly feeling his strong grip on her arm. “Let me go. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

“You’re gonna start dating that guy?” Adam demanded with a pained look. “What did I do wrong? Just answer me that, please.”

“You didn’t do anything,” She said as she struggled to rip her arm out of his hold which was beginning to hurt now. “I just feel differently about him. Adam, please, you’re hurting my arm.” She said with tears welling in her eyes as he only continued pulling and squeezing her bicep. “Adam!” Her arm was released and she let out a small cry before running out of the room into the nearest women’s bathroom where she sobbed in a stall. Her arm ached from the pressure and her stomach churned from how cruel he was to her. There was absolutely no way she could finish this day out.

It didn’t take long after Logan came home to know that Y/N was back from work when he could pick up on her fresh scent. When she opened the door to her apartment and forced a smile as he greeted her, he knew something had happened. “What did he do to you?” Logan demanded, looking over every inch of her face as he rubbed her arms softly. Y/N shook her head, but winced when he touched the sore spot on her arm. His eyebrows furrowed as he carefully pushed her sleeve up and his jaw tightened, nostrils flared as he saw the reddish, purple bruise around her bicep. “He did that?” He asked angrily.

“Stay with me?” She asked him in a sweet voice that softened his heart. The last thing she wanted right now was to talk about what happened, she just wanted to be with him.

Logan stayed with her, icing her arm while they sat at the kitchen table where he had eventually convinced her to tell him what had happened, but it only made him angrier. “If I ever see him, I’m gonna turn him into a grease spot.” Logan muttered, checking her arm and shaking his head in disbelief that someone would lay a hand on her. “Does it hurt anymore?” Y/N shook her head, smiling at him in the way she usually did when she was flustered by him, and he sighed. “You should’ve called me.” He said, gently taking her cheek in his palm and guiding her into a kiss which she was happy to return.

“You’re so sweet.” She sighed against his lips while he shook his head and moved down to her neck.

“No, baby, I’m not.” Logan murmured against her skin. “I’m sweet to you.” He told her, caressing a strand of her hair out of her face and looking through her eyes.

A small chuckle left her lips before she said, “That’s okay with me.”

There was a sudden knocking on the door and Y/N jumped at the sound, eyes wide as she feared it was the last person she wanted to see right now. Logan growled lowly, already smelling him as he got up and pointed at her. “Stay in that chair.” He told her and she nodded, watching with apprehension as he moved to the door and swung it open. As they suspected, Adam stood in the hallway with a nervous look as Logan stepped into his face and snarled, “The first words out of your mouth better be a goddamn apology.” He said, pushing Adam’s chest forcefully and making the young boy grunt from the force.

“I-I’m-” He said, eyes wide as Logan then grabbed him by the back of the neck and dragged him past the doorway into the apartment so he could point at Y/N who was sitting wide eyed and still as a statue.

“To her.” Logan said through gritted teeth, bending down to be at eye level with Adam who was trying to stand up straight, but Logan’s strength wouldn’t allow it. Adam groaned as the grip tightened on his skull and he shook his head.

“She should apologize to me first.” He argued and in the same breath Logan had him pinned to the wall with a knife at the throat. Y/N’s eyes went wide as she realized he had not been holding a knife to begin with and she took in a sharp breath as she noticed the blade was protruding out of his knuckles.

Logan was a mutant.

“Apologize, or you lose your tongue and we won’t have to listen to your bullshit anymore.” Logan threatened and Adam became a stammering mess of ‘Y/N, I’m so sorry’ which was far longer than Logan felt he deserved to continue to address her. “You ever put your hands on her again, I’ll slice those fingers off and shove your bloody stump of an arm down your throat, you got it?” Adam nodded, sweating profusely and shaking like a leaf. Logan dragged him back into the hallway, tossed him towards the stairs, and slammed the door shut. He was breathing heavily having restrained himself from actually hurting the guy in a way that would satisfy him and he turned to Y/N who was sitting right where he left her. His claw retracted and his hand flexed at his side as he stood still, wondering if she would let him approach her. “Think we should have that talk now.” He breathed out and she nodded in quiet agreement.

Their lips were locked in a ferocious kiss and it was different in a way they couldn’t explain, but they just knew they couldn’t possibly pull away. Logan had her trapped underneath him on the couch, fingers squeezing at her sides and hips. Her hands were pressed firmly against his chest, feeling on the toned muscles along his body, and only then realizing why he felt so heavy, as if made of metal. Her head was spinning with questions as his mouth left her raw mouth to bite and suck on her neck, groaning lowly as he could smell her arousal. As his hand came down between her legs to inspect her, Y/N gasped his name quietly and he stopped, her heart was beating fast now, and he knew she was scared.

“Ask me.” Logan told her and she shook her head which made him chuckle before he slightly raised his hand. A swift glare brought her attention to three blades that had shot out from between his knuckles, and she swallowed hard at the sight. Slowly, he retracted two of them and used one to carefully slice her top open and she trembled at the feeling of the cool, sharp metal dragging lightly against her skin. He watched her follow his blade, he watched her eyes go wide, her body shake from anticipation, but she didn’t move or even make a noise. He leaned down and kissed her now exposed chest, sheathing his claw before running his palms along her belly and waist. Her hands tangled in his hair and she gasped as he bit the top of her breast, the bulge in his pants grew hard against her hip and she rolled it against him. A low groan rumbled in his throat and he was quick to undo his belt, the jangle of it causing a tingle of excitement to run through her breasts. “Tell me to stop and I will,” Logan said seriously as he tugged her bottoms off. “Tell me to leave and I’ll never bother you again.” He promised her.

“That’s not what I want.” She said in a quiet voice, still mildly caught off guard by the revelation, but it didn’t change the fact that she felt safer with Logan than she did with anyone else. It didn’t matter that he had extra abilities. Logan kissed her abdomen and moved down between her legs, she sighed and let her eyes close as he took his time licking long, single stripes up her slit. “Are you going to be sweet tonight?” She asked with a slight tremble in her voice.

A smirk curled his lip and he looked at her blissed out face with an amused look before saying, “I’ll try my best, sweetheart.”

Logan pulled his hard cock out from his jeans and didn’t waste another second before stuffing her, groaning as a soft cry of his name left her lips and he slowly pounded into her. Her hands grabbed firmly onto his biceps and she arched her back as he rhythmically hit the spot he had claimed as his own. Her eyes watered as he was slow and hard, punctuating every thrust of his with a low grunt. “Logan,” She stifled a cry, pushing on his chest to slow him down. “Be gentle.”

“This is gentle, baby,” Logan cooed, kissing her collarbone and sighing as she grew wetter around him. “My girl’s just so sensitive.” He murmured, dragging his cock out of her as slow as he could just to thrust in hard and deep. The force made her breasts bounce and she had tears spilling down her cheeks. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

Y/N nodded, biting her lip as she looked at him through tear-filled eyes, seeing nothing but his blurry silhouette above her. “Please get me there, daddy.” Logan growled at her words, slipped an arm underneath her waist, and brought her up to sit in his lap as he sat on the couch. He moved her hips back and forth, attacking her neck with love bites as she whined and threw her arms around his head, holding tightly onto him as he fucked her right to the edge of ecstasy. “Ah, ah! Yes!” She whimpered, trembling violently on his lap.

“Fuck, you get so tight when you cum.” He groaned, holding her speared to his cock as she orgasmed, the feeling of his swollen head pushing against her cervix making her release all the more intense.

Her head was fuzzy with endorphins, but she could distinctly feel as he throbbed warningly inside her. “Wanna feel it,” She murmured weakly and Logan groaned as he began to bounce her on his pulsing shaft, latched onto one of her breasts, and bit hard on her nipple as he filled her to the brim with hot spurts of cum. “Oh, yes!” She gasped, a hand of hers pressing into the back of his head, tugging on his hair as he shook underneath her.

They slowed down, the vice grip he had on her waist loosened, and she fell limp into his body. “Y/N, baby?” He said her name in a soft voice, almost scared, and she lifted her head off his shoulder to look at him. “I know you’ll have questions, and I may not have all the answers, but I can promise as long as you want me around I’ll do anything, and everything, to keep you safe.”

Her lips curved into a smile and she lightly held his face in her hands as she kissed him. “Will you be sweet?” She asked with a teasing tone and he chuckled.

“I’m not sweet,” He said, softly caressing her back and kissing her nose. “But I’ll always be sweet to you.”

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Lord, I hope this lives up to the first part🙏

Masterlist

[angelx1992]

[kyreniacommentator]

President Ersin Tatar evaluates “Operation Claw-Sword”

President Ersin Tatar evaluates “Operation Claw-Sword”

“The TRNC stands in full solidarity with Motherland Türkiye in the fight against terrorism and threats to the national security of the country.” President Ersin Tatar issued a written statement declaring  “full solidarity and support” of the TRNC to Motherland Türkiye following the launch of “Operation Claw-Sword”. (more…)

[tpwk-formula1]

Can I place an order with Charles Leclerc

A cauliflower crust with Alfredo sauce

Toppings- oregano, shallots, chicken, buratta, shrimp, and turkey sausage

Drinks- Slushie, Beer, white claw, lemonade and dr. Pepper.

Dessert please!!!!

Im sorry it’s a lot but seeing a lot of red sauce and craving some sweetness

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

cauliflower sunshine x grumpy alfredo sweet sex oregano "Please, let me cum in you" shallots "I love marking you up. Let everyone know I own you" chicken "Awe, you thought I'd let you cum that easy?" burrata "How many was that? three... I think you can give me another" shrimp "I'll be gentle" turkey sausage "Only the best for my girl" slushie safe word used beer edging white claw crying lemonade body worship dr pepper dirty talk dessert yes served by Charles Leclerc

Charles x gf! reader

TW - Use of safe word, multiple orgasms, crying mentioned, hickeys, pussy eating, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

WC 1400+

Y/N POV

"I'm gonna cum," I moan out for the fourth time making Charles pull his mouth away from my clit making me whine again.

"Awe, you thought I'd let you cum that easy?" Charles said with a smirk making me groan and throw my head back again.

"I need to cum please Charlie," I beg the best I can while catching my breath still.

"You wanna cum?" Charles asked with a smirk on his face making me nod my head aggressively in desperate need of a release that has been denied for far too long.

When Charles gets back to my pussy he starts attacking my sensitive clit with his tongue bringing me to the edge again.

"Can I cum please?" I ask making Charles nod his head making me instantly fall over the edge into a shaking orgasm.

After riding out my orgasm Charles doesn't pull away but rather shoves two fingers into my pussy and starts finger fucking me with the intention of bringing me to another quick orgasm.

"Charlie, slow down," I whine when I feel the strong orgasm start to approach again. Charles doesn't slow down which brings me to another shaking orgasm scream at the overstimulation.

I'm already thrashing my hips trying to get away but Charles is far stronger than me so he continues with his fast fingers but gives my clit a bit of a break because he starts kissing my shaking inner thighs trying to bring me back to earth.

"Doing so good for me," Charles mumbles before he starts softly licking my overstimulated clit making me cry out.

"It's a lot," I mumble through labored breathing trying to gather myself but then Charles is sucking my clit into his mouth bringing me to the edge again.

"Charlie, I'm gonna cum," I scream through tears still trying to get away as my clit is getting far too overstimulated.

When Charles hits my G-spot just right I fly into another orgasm making me scream at the painfully pleasurable orgasm.

How many was that? three... I think you can give me another" Charles says with a smirk making me start to panic on the inside slightly but trying to relax my body to prepare myself for another orgasm.

Charles give me a bit of a break leaving my pussy alone but keeping his mouth busy by placing soft kisses against my thighs and lower tummy.

When Charles slowly brings his mouth back to my clit my body unintentionally tenses up still far to sensitive to be completely enjoyable.

"Charlie," I whine slightly wiggling my hips but it's not until Charles and slipping his fingers into my pussy that I realize I truly can't handle it anymore.

I try my best to continue going knowing Charles is enjoying himself but then he starts hitting my G-spot with every thrust making me start crying softly again.

I can feel my orgasm approaching and it's anything but pleasurable which has me thrashing my hips trying to get away but Charles holds my hips down trying to bring me to my fourth orgasm that he can feel is approaching.

"PINEAPPLE!" I finally scream out making Charles instantly pull his mouth away from my pussy before softly pulling his fingers out not wanting to hurt me any further. I end up breaking down in tears turning on my side and pulling my knees up to my chest into a little ball before I feel Charles shuffling up the bed to face me.

"Mon amour, I'm so fucking sorry," Charles says when he sees my face. When I look at him his mouth is still wet and swollen but his eyes are now full of regret instead of the lust that was there moments ago.

"It's okay," I rasp out since I was starting to lose my voice from screaming.

"No! I should've listened," Charles says clearly berating himself in his head.

I scoot myself closer to him before stroking his cheek softly.

"No, that's our deal, you keep going until I safe word out. I didn't realize I was gonna safe a word out until it was flying out of my mouth," I tell him softly before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"I'm sorry I ruined the mood," I tell him softly breaking the silence making him scoff.

"Don't! You didn't ruin anything. I'm glad you felt safe enough to use your safe word. I love you," Charles tells me softly making me smile before placing another kiss on his lips.

"Do you need anything?" Charles asks softly making me shake my head no.

"Give me a few minutes," is all I tell Charles before getting out of bed on shaky legs and heading to the bathroom.

When I get into the bathroom I see how much of a mess I was. I quickly pull myself back together before I wash my face from the tears.

When I go back into our room I find Charles lying on his back staring at the ceiling clearly feeling terrible still.

When I crawl back into bed instead of going on my side I crawl on top of Charles feeling his cock is no longer a raging boner rather it was a semi now.

"Mon Amour, what are you doing," Charles gasps when he feels my hips start rocking.

It doesn't take long for Charles to start getting hard again making him groan.

"Please Charlie," I beg trying to speed up my actions but with Charles's hands on my hips he's making it more difficult.

"I don't want to hurt you," Charles says with a sheepish look.

"You won't, please I wanna make you feel good," I tell him softly while still rocking my hips.

Finally, Charles gave in and flipped us over making sure we were both on top of the covers rather than just me on top of them.

"Please, I need you, Charlie. Please, just go slow," I beg.

"I'll be gentle," Charles whispers softly before he starts placing soft kisses around my neck and jaw before he found my sweet spot near my ear and bitting down and giving it a soft suck making sure it leaves a little mark.

"So beautiful," Charles mumbled before trailing his mouth down my neck and settling on my tits where he leaves a few hickeys scattered across both of my tits.

"I love marking you up. Let everyone know I own you" Charles mumbled softly before leaving a faint trail of hickeys down to my pussy where he places a soft kiss on it before pulling himself back up.

"God you're so fucking gorgeous," Charles mumbles against my lips before kissing me and slowly starting to slip into my pussy making me gasp.

Charles gives me all the time I need to adjust to his size but as soon as I nod my head he slowly starts rocking his hips instantly making me start moaning at the pleasure.

"It's so good," I mumble against Charles's lips making him smile softly to himself.

"So tight baby," Charles groans back making him wrap my arms around his head and holding him close while he starts picking up his thrusts.

"Charlie! Fuck, I'm gonna cum," I moan loudly trying to hold off my orgasm as long as possible wanting to cum with Charles.

"Please, let me cum in you," Charles says making me nod my head.

"I wanna feel you filling me up, Charlie," I tell him in a stuttered voice trying to hold off a little longer but quickly falling over the edge when Charles speeds up his thrusts throwing me into an intense orgasm. I start shaking almost instantly from how intense the pleasure is that's coursing through my body.

"FUCK!" I scream out while clenching against Charles's cock before his thrusts start to become inconsistent letting me know Charles was close.

I clench around him as tight as possible making Charles falter slightly before he's spilling his cum deep in my pussy. I gasp when I can feel his cum painting my walls, but keep my pussy clenched to make sure Charles can ride his orgasm out.

"Fuck, Charlie, so good," I tell him softly while rolling on my side and pulling him in for a soft kiss.

"Only the best for my girl," Charles says softly before kissing my lips again.

"Still sorry I had to put a pause earlier," I tell Charles softly making him roll his eyes jokingly.

"I promise it is okay," he tells me softly kissing my lips and pulling him into his chest so I can fall asleep wrapped up in his warmth.

[herpsandbirds]

Hoatzin (Opisthocomus hoazin) aka “Stink Turkey”, family Opisthocomidae, order Opisthocomiformes, Peru

The only living member of the bird order Opisthocomiformes.

This leaf-eating bird uses foregut fermentation, in its enlarged crop, to help break down its food. (The ferementation is where the smell comes from, which gives it the name “Pavo Apestoso”)

They live in vegetation at the edges of lakes, streams, and rivers.

The young have 2 small claws on the fronts of the wingsthat help them climb through vegetation.

photograph by JJ Pamplona

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

Preliminaries, preliminaries

Just be thankful in a way for the generosity of fellow Funtastics, and their finding some worthwhile schtick on Amazon.com, for some serious help with the Thanksgiving dinner for such company as Crazy Claws has set up to begin with--yours truly, Huckleberry Hound, Yakky Doodle and Chopper, Pixie and Dixie, Touché Turtle and Dum-Dum, the Hair Bear Bunch and some mystery guests, know.

Especially for the trims that manage to supplement the turkey breast dinner we're managing to pull off on Thanksgiving Day ... in particular such esoteric examples of brands you don't usually expect to find stateside, never mind the arrogance of such calling themselves "Real Americans" too dependent on a certain Wally World for their own best interests and unaware of other choices to begin with.

But at any rate, consider what the proverbial cat dragged in when it came to Thanksgiving dinner preparations: Packets of mashed potato flakes, both traditional and garlic, perhaps adding a little in the variety department for the dinner by combining the two.

Some Gravox gravy mix via Kwicky Koala, for to blend some gravy out of the pan drippings ... and just hope it comes out right.

And some Paxo stuffing mix from England, the classic sage-and-onion sort even ... who said it has to always be Stove-Top? (Not to mention at least one box of the sage-and-onion with lemon added!)

But then again, Crazy Claws was able to get some fresh turkey breasts for roasting at a local meat market in Lake Delton. No doubt beating the ordeal, if it could be called so, of having to get up early and thaw the turkey starting around breakfast time, before the parades start being on the vidiot's box even (during which time the turkey would head for the oven and our company perhaps enjoying coffee and conversation!).

But still, let's hope things don't turn out rather crazy and convoluted once the dinner comes forth....

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[darkestspring]

Sometimes I wonder if you ever think about me the way I think about you.

with aegon x niece or sister reader please!

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Maybe it would be easier if Aegon hated you as he hated your brothers. It would be much easier to just brush off the thoughts he always had of you.

He didn't care about Aemond, egging your brothers on to bully him without a thought and then stopping cold turkey when he saw your disapproving stare.

It hurt more any words, your disapproving stare as you guided your brother's away scolding them.

But that was then, he was a teenager then and he was a man now, just as you were no longer a girl but a woman. He still thought the same of you. Still yearned the same.

No amount of his mother's nagging or his grandfather's shouting could change his mind, he wanted you so badly that it felt like his heart was clawing its way out of his chest. It felt like if you didn't look at him or speak to him, he'd go crazy.

That's why in the several years you were aware after driftmark, he spent them drunk out of his mind or out in brothels, searching for girls that looked like you. But they were never the same and he ended up just giving up and keeping himself stupid drunk.

His every thought was consumed by you, you were drving him mad with your absence.

Come back, he pleaded drunkenly to himself, come back and soothe my heart so that I may be whole again. Take responsibility for what you have caused in me.

When you finally came back, wearing red and black, standing just a bit ahead of Jace, he felt like his breath had been stolen from him. It felt like finally all the fighting with his mother and protesting his farce of an attempted marriage to Helaena was worth it, you were back.

"Niece." His voice was smooth as he cornered you just outside of the chambers you were staying in for the remaining days of your visit.

"Uncle." Your voice was cool as you peered up at him through inquisitive eyes. "Someone might interpret this as something it is not."

"And what is this, niece?" Aegon tilted his head to the side. "Sometimes I wonder if you ever think about me the way I think about you." He whispered softly, thumb grazing over your bottom lip softly, eyes dark as he gazed down at you.

"Do you yearn painfully for me the way I do for you?" His voice turned almost raspy as he leaned closer to you.

You peered up at him almost studying him as you intently peered into his eyes. It seems you had found what you wanted in him that you cupped his cheeks softly with your hands and kissed him.

It felt like another fantasy, was he dreaming again because he missed you so dearly? He didn't care if he did because it was everything he imagined it to be.

He felt whole again.

[cordeliawhohung]

not canon pet!au drabble/one shot.

simon needs to fix johnny's new toy

cw: overall theme of non-con, drugging, medical horror, at home do it yourself iud insertion, dark fic, dead dove do not eat, i'm being so fucking for real when i say simon literally inserts an iud into you himself

You hate to admit it, but Simon’s a good cook. 

Everything he puts on your plate for every meal is fresh and cooked from scratch. Each night when he comes home from work, he’s always got a fresh cut of meat — turkey, chicken, beef — and the vegetables are newly bought, if not recently picked from his garden. The spicy aroma fills the house, calling both you and Johnny to the table before he even speaks, and each bite is as mouth watering as the last. 

It is, perhaps, the only thing he knows how to do with love and care. You catch him cooking every now and then, and stick around to watch for a short moment as he carefully dices potatoes and slices meat. His touch is more tender than the flesh of the animals he butchers for a living, but you are quickly reminded how sharp his claws are the moment you’re seated at the table. 

He won’t stop staring. Dark, endless eyes watch every single movement of yours meticulously, as if he’s waiting to pounce on prey. Instead of glancing at him, you try to distract yourself with Johnny’s chatter. He always seems to have something to say; something to share. It’s odd, for a man who’s trapped inside of the house all day, same as you, he seems to never run out of conversation topics. Yet his words become slurred. Or… no, is it your hearing? You’re underwater with clogged ears and heavy weights keeping your head under, muffling the world around you. Pressure builds on top of your chest, and instead of trying to listen to Johnny, you put all your effort towards breathing. 

When your fork clatters on top of your plate, the clink echoes endlessly. It’s only then that you’re able to look at Simon — to come face to face with the monster who’s lured you once again. 

“Bonnie?” Johnny asks, concern soaking your new name on his tongue. 

Even if you could answer, you know better than to bother with an explanation. This feeling — this terrible, drowning sensation — is something you’re familiar with. You faced this very same demon your last night at work; the night Simon kidnapped you. 

“Johnny,” Simon interrupts. He stands from his seat, food half eaten on the table. “Help me get your bitch to the bedroom.” 

Nothing connects after that. Not the stale scent of blood that fills your nose, nor the floating feeling that lifts you up from the table and drags you elsewhere. You are not in your body. Not when you’re laid down on the bed. Not when your clothes are tugged off, leaving you bare to the brightness of the room. Something sears your eyes. Something bright and yellow, trained on you — blinding you. A specimen, ready to be torn apart. A toy, ready to be fixed. 

You want to sleep. Sleep through the terrible rocking of your body and the twisting sensation that pulses inside of you. Something’s slipping inside of your cunt. It doesn’t hurt, and it doesn’t feel good, but you can’t make sense of it. You try to mumble something out — a plea to stop, that you can’t get pregnant — please, Johnny, you know what Simon said would happen to me if you got me pregnant —  but it hardly forms on your lips before you’re choking on it. 

Pain blossoms in a place you’ve never felt before. It’s deep, and cruel; unrelenting as it throbs and shoots throughout your pelvis. It steals what little breath you’re able to suck into your lungs, and tears prick the corner of your eyes as something pinches and radiates outwards. Whatever this is, it’s taking something from you. It’s taking, and taking, and it won’t stop. 

Your hips buck upwards in retaliation, trying to free yourself from the pain, but it only gets worse. Something tears through you, and you cry out an animalistic wail. Your hands reach for your lower stomach where you paw at your skin as if you can rub away a pain as deep and evil as this. Like you’d claw through your own organs to get it to stop. 

“Fuckin’ hell, Johnny, I told you to keep her still,” Simon barks. 

Someone presses on your hips, forcing your body back on the bed, but that doesn’t stop the way your chest shudders as you hyperventilate. Warm breath fans across your face as heavy lips press gentle kisses over your cheeks. Salty tears stream out of your eyes and down the side of your head, pooling along the shell of your ear and soaking the comforter below you. A firm chest presses against yours, pinning you, forcing you to stay still as the pain continues, this time with fervor. 

“Hey, hey, Bonnie, it’ll be fine. S’all gonna be okay. Just need ya to hold still for Simon. Please, don’t make this difficult. C’mon Bonnie, you don’t have to cry,” Johnny babbles at you. Each sentence is broken with a kiss, like he can smother away your discontent with whatever his interpretation of love is. “It’ll be fine, just- just stop moving. Don’t… don’t make me, Bonnie, I don’t wanna fight you. Stop it, please Bonnie. You’ll be fine. It’ll stop soon, just stop it.” 

But it doesn’t. It continues. Skin ripping. Flesh peeling. Is this how the animals feel at Simon’s work? Torn apart. Ripped to shreds. Are you handled with the same care he uses when slaughtering creatures who don’t know any better? Is it easier for them than it is for you? Is this the same kindness he shows everything else? 

Johnny is a liar. It’s not fine. It hurts. And hurts. And hurts. And then it aches. 

Whatever Simon’s done to you, it’s finished, and it’s left you with a hole burning through your pelvis. You’ve never been so empty, so void of something like you are now. Johnny’s praises taste bitter as he kisses your lips now, warm hands wandering along your stomach. You’re certain he thinks it’s comforting. Loving, even. But it’s the opposite. It’s the painful reminder that while Simon takes, and takes, and takes, Johnny will always fill you whole with something stale and rotten. 

“There,” Simon huffs. Normally, the sound of his boots stomping on the wood floors of the house makes your heart race, but you’re just glad he’s finished torturing you. “One week. You hear me, mutt?” He yanks on Johnny’s collar, forcing his face away from yours. “One week, and you can play with her all ya like.” 

Johnny responds, but you don’t care to make sense of it. All you can do is lay there, flat on your back with your eyes closed, and pray. You’ve never been one for praying. God has never helped you before, and he certainly isn’t going to help you now, but you can at least curse the son of a bitch out while the blood spills out of you and stains the supple flesh of your thighs. 

i wrote this in one go after work forgive any mistakes <3