#update on the vegan cheese:

[lilybarthes]

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[imomisoplays]

Beetroot Risotto

Spooky sul sul, tombler!

This post is the second part of the Halloween party for the Ito family. Borrowing Stella's kitchen, now it's Vienna's time to conjure up some witchcraft with her cooking skill. Also by @icemunmun-spicy-scalpel, tonight Vienna cooks up some beetroot risotto -- human-friendly version can be downloaded here, and a vampire-friendly version, smartly named Red Count's Risotto can be downloaded here. Don't forget to update Custom Food Interactions (its last update is November 25th so make sure you have the latest version) for the recipe to appear in your game.

This recipe is a great way to balance the intake of vitamins and fibers during the festive occasion. If you have @icemunmun-spicy-scalpel's other CCs, you can also use your own rice and red radish on this recipe.

Bibbidi bobbidi boo, let's start with choppity chop the ingredients! I think the first ingredient (radish) is custom-made because I've never seen it before.

So, I don't know how popular Netflix's Culinary Class War is, but I was definitely hooked with the show, especially because my favorite contestant managed stay in the save zone until later in the show, even winning the whole competition later. No spoiler, tho. 😉

Anyway, one contestant, nicknamed Napoli Matfia, is known for his risotto. In Korean, 맛 'mat' means "taste" -- so matfia could be translated to "mafia of taste" or something like that, which I must admit is solid nickname to choose. From his cooking, I learnt a lot about the cooking steps of risotto, which I can explain in the paragraphs below. So now, we go back to the recipe.

First, dry-toast the rice in the pan. The rice is ready if it's hot to touch. Once the rice is hot, add in the broth. Vienna is using vegetable broth because the recipe she's following is vegan, but you can use chicken/beef broth as an alternative. Keep stirring the risotto for about 12 minutes, remove from the heat and wait a minute. Then, we perform what is called mantecare. There is no exact translation for mantecare in English, but it's an important part in cooking risotto. The term indicates a technique of adding fresh, cold butter and grated cheese into the risotto when the cooking process is almost finish, and stirring/tossing it vigorously that it develops creaminess. I mean, I'm not biased or anything, but here's a video of Napoli Matfia doing a mantecare. Totally not biased, nope.

Voilà! The beetroot risotto is ready to serve! Vienna really made sure everyone got their daily intake of fibers with the roasted carrots side dish.

The adults finished decorating the Halloween table right around the same time Frejr and Soleil went home from Trick-and-Treat-ing. It was a festive spread! Brownies, cupcakes, iced lemon teas, horchatas and some beers for the parents.

The first round is for the babies! They're so well-behaved that Nanami felt it was safe to let them sit directly below the party table. The beetroot risotto Vienna made is soft enough for their smol liddol teef to chew.

Osh Cous B'Gosh gathered to dine in front of the party table for the second round. Frejr and Soleil ran off to count their candies right after they finished their venison steak.

Leia is now old enough to sit with the adults on the main dining table. She's extremely thrilled! Stella just rolled her eyes in adoration.

For her husband, Vienna specially made a vampire-friendly Red Count's risotto which features plasma fruits instead of regular vegetable. They also got him a special plasma fruit cupcake so he wouldn't miss out too much on the sweets.

So, with the Halloween party posts finished, we're at the end of my Simblreen posts. Honestly I haven't really played again since the end of October, so updates might be slow. But yea! There are several plans to do in the near future with the Ito family: the grandkids visiting their grandparents on Mt. Komorebi, aging up everyone, Leia entering university... Oof, so much things! But until then, dag dag!

P.S. Detailed cooking process for risotto is taken from this article, this article -- and completely unbiased, this video.

[xpao-bearx]

"Like A Virgin"

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader/Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader/Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Read Part 1 HERE

Read Part 2 HERE

Read Part 4 HERE

NOTES: The fact that the idea for this part was already causing me such INTENSE brainrot way before I even finished writing Part 2 (which is pretty funny cuz I actually had a TOTALLY different idea compared to how this part is now, but hey my stoopid brain does what it does) 👁👄👁 Anyhoe, I am SO stoked for this (it also turned out quite long)!! It's finally got ✨️smut✨️ which I know my fellow sluts have been waiting for, BUT it's not the actual sexy sex yet cuz I'm saving that for the last part. Don't worry, it'll definitely be worth it~ ;)

BTW there's a part in this where Steven recites French poetry by Marceline Desbordes-Valmore and I used Google Translate for the English, so if the translation is off then I'm very sorry!

And I just wanna thank y'all sooo much again from the bottom of mah lil black heart, like SERIOUSLY! You lovelies are truly spoiling me with all your sweet comments, likes, and reblogs 😭❤️❤️❤️ And I swear that after the unexpectedly huge success of this fic, it made me fall RIDICULOUSLY HARDER for Oscar ISNACC and I have y'all to blame for dragging me even deeper into DILF Hell Heaven. Like, it's actually a problem when I suddenly feel like giggling and kicking my feet while I'm suffering at work just at the thought of him 😂

I also haven't been this confident and motivated in a while, and this is one of the VERY rare times I'm actually updating pretty quickly without the temptation of slacking off and abandoning it. I love writing and this fic is my baby, and it's just so fucking incredible that you guys are loving what I'm putting out, too, so once more: THANK YOU 🥰

Who knows, maaaybe more Moon Knight fics will come out in the future from me and fingers crossed that Moon Knight Season 2 will be confirmed 🤭

And the tag list has been updated! I also included some readers who I thought wanted to follow this whole series, so if you find yourself tagged despite not asking to be then that's why LMAO xD As always, the tag list is open so don't be shy to ask if you'd like to be added on it! ^_^

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Part 3: Like a virgin, touched for the very first time

After the flurry of honesty and an insane whirlwind of emotions, you and Steven finally winded down. It was a bit awkward following that, but he asked (well, sputtered) if you'd like to stay. He immediately apologized, knowing that he was overstepping boundaries and he completely understands if you rejected such a mental idea.

But it was late, and there was absolutely no way he was going to let you go home alone especially with the state you're in. And also...

Well, call him a selfish knob, but he just wanted--needed--to be with you.

But you agreed to stay--enthusiastically so. You both were flustered, though sharing a laugh together had all the tension fade away.

Because, truly, you were right where you were supposed to be.

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Steven prepared dinner for the two of you, consisting of five-minute vegan mac and cheese courtesy of his microwave then indulging yourselves with the box of chocolates he brought at the failed date for dessert. It wasn't "grand" by any means, but it was the best you ate in a long time.

All thanks to the cute host... Actually, your gorgeous boyfriend.

Just the thought had you grinning like a doofus, the butterflies in your belly now transforming into fucking birds.

Did that make sense? Hell no, but being with Steven absolutely did.

"Love..." Steven's strong arms encircled around your waist from behind, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "Make yourself comfortable, yeah? Don't worry, I'll sleep on the couch."

You gasped, affronted, quickly whipping around to face him. "Excuse you, sir, but I have every reason to be worried!" You huffed dramatically. "You are definitely not sleeping on the couch, Steven. And if you still insist that you are, then I'll just join you!"

Steven chuckled, his cheeks glowing pink. He rested his chin atop your head, pulling you closer to him. "The couch is too small for the two of us... So for a good night's sleep, I suppose I have no choice but to share the bed with you, yeah?"

"You say that as if you'd rather not." You pouted playfully, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head against his chest. You can faintly hear the erratic thrum of his heartbeat, matching your own.

"I'm just pulling your leg, sweetheart." He teased, kissing your head.

How the fuck did he ever get so lucky? He thought he was going crazy, that this was all just a dream--but it wasn't. Dreams were never this good. You were right here, right now, in his arms. Wholly accepting him for who he is. Loving him.

And he fucking loved you, too.

"Where's the bathroom, baby?"

Baby. The name made his heart stop for a full second. Heat once again crept up to his cheeks and all the way to the tips of his ears, his voice not coming out as all he could do was just point towards the bathroom as he stared down at you in a completely lovestruck sort of wonder.

You giggled, blushing as well before leaning up on your tiptoes and pecking his nose. "You go relax, Steven. I'll join you soon."

He watched you saunter off, still glued in place and a hand atop his frenzied heart.

He had no idea how in the world he was supposed to relax, especially now that the situation fully hit him like a freight train. But thankfully, he found his legs moving for him and his body taking the liberty of changing into his cozy pyjamas before climbing onto bed.

He put on his ankle restraint and settled down, covering the blanket over him like some posh Victorian duchess as he laid completely stiff. He didn't know how long he stayed like that, lifting his head and squinting every so often at the closed bathroom and your obscure shadow dancing amidst the light peeking through the tiny crack of the door underneath.

And it was so...quiet. Neither Marc nor Jake has uttered a single peep, which was highly unusual. Either one or both of them always had something to say, regardless of whatever Steven was doing and he was the same whenever they were fronting.

But as of the moment, he couldn't even handle speaking with Marc. Not after what he did. Marc and Jake were his family and there was no doubt that he and Marc will eventually make up, but no one was ever allowed to hurt you--especially now that you two were officially together.

Jake, on the other hand... Well, he was known to butt into Steven's business. But Jake always gave him a good push, and he would never actually force Steven to do something if Jake didn't believe he could do it. Truly, Steven owed Jake for technically setting you and him up.

But besides Marc, Steven was more surprised that Jake wasn't yapping away especially when you were involved. It didn't go unnoticed for Steven the way Jake has...changed. Only when you were around, at least. And despite Jake being the stealthiest of them all, Steven could always feel him silently observing you at work deep within the recesses of his mind.

But Steven never said anything. He just understood--accepted--Jake, and he was sure that Jake knew. But Steven didn't mind it; in fact, it made him feel less alone.

After all, how could anyone ever resist you?

He then sighed deeply, shaking his head. Clearly it was no use just laying in his bed like a corpse, so he sat up and threw the blanket off before grabbing a random book from his bedside table and donned his glasses. But his brain was too muddled, heart still not ceasing its turbulent thump as he couldn't even register the words popping out of the worn pages he has read a thousand times.

"So you wear glasses, too, huh?"

He flinched slightly at your voice, seeing you standing at the foot of his bed. You chuckled softly before your eyes landed on his ankle restraint, raising a brow.

"S-Sorry, it's..." He scrambled for something--anything. "I...I know it's a huge red flag, but I have a...sleeping disorder. I promise it ain't for something, um...sexual."

"No need to make excuses, Steven. I don't think it's a red flag."

'And I wouldn't mind if you used it on ME.' You bit back the risqué words that nearly tumbled out your foolish, needy mouth.

Steven only smiled shyly, putting the book away before he gasped when he suddenly felt something plop down on his lap.

Something soft, warm, and lovely.

"Is...is this okay..?" Now it was your turn to be shy, meeting his gaze tentatively.

"More than okay." He breathed, staring up at you with an awed grin. "Gods, Y/N, you're beautiful."

"Thanks, this is my 'I wonder how I didn't pass out from running the most I never thought I could' look." You laughed. But Steven didn't, guilt clouding his features.

He placed his hands on your hips, brows knitting together and jaw squaring. "I really am sorry, Y/N. You didn't have to do that, didn't have to meet me. I would've hated it, but I would've totally understood if you never wanted to see me again. And yet...I was happy when you did come."

"I'm happy, too, Steven." You assured him, one hand on his shoulder while the other combed through his fluffy curls. "And honestly, I would do it again. If you were in, hell, Egypt--I'd still find a way to you, no matter what."

His expression softened, a smile replacing his frown as he leaned forward and laid his head on your chest. "Please do one favour for me, though?" You kept quiet, patiently awaiting his words. "If you ever meet Marc, punch the prick."

"Baby, I can only slap him! No way I'd ever damage your godsent face." You laughed again, little snorts wracking your body that Steven found so damn endearing. Then he looked up, his chin resting in between the pillowy softness of your breasts.

"Love... Call me that again."

"Baby." You obeyed with zero hesitation, and Steven groaned. A deep, rumbly sound that sent tingles all throughout your body. You lightly tugged on his hair, making his head tip back and gaze locking with his pretty brown eyes that have gotten darker, pupils dilated.

"Baby..." Your voice came out as a pathetic whine, your hand on his shoulder holding on for dear life. "Wanna kiss you."

Like a predator pouncing on its prey, Steven swooped up to catch your lips--only for the both of your glasses to bump into each other.

An awkward beat passed between the two of you before you both exploded into riotous laughter. The two of you fell side by side on the bed, giggling so much that tears sprang to your eyes and your stomachs hurt.

Once you two finally calmed down, you exchanged bright smiles and Steven rolled on top of you. His elbows dug into the bed on either side of you, making sure not to bear down his weight on you. He then took off both of your glasses, setting them aside on the bedside table.

"Shall we try again, love?" But Steven didn't wait for your response, crashing his lips with yours.

It was chaste. Feather light. So much better than what you ever imagined it to be like. Steven's lips were unexpectedly soft, but there was a certain firmness in the way he kissed you. Your eyes fluttered shut, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in closer to deepen the kiss.

Steven cradled the side of your face gently, lovingly, as if he was handling glass. Then, experimentally, you nipped on his bottom lip. He gasped sharply, and you slid your tongue inside his mouth.

It was obvious how inexperienced you were, but Steven certainly didn't mind. In fact, it only turned him on even more that you wanted to spend your precious first time with him.

And he was definitely never letting you go.

You moved your tongue uncertainly, small panic brewing inside of you if you were doing it right. All those shows and movies made kissing look so easy; but you were soon snapped out of your thoughts as Steven's tongue tangled with yours, taking the lead as he coaxed you into a lazy, sensual dance.

And that drew a long, beautiful moan out of you. Steven craved more, more, more--wanting to push you to the very limit, a lustful, greedy beast suddenly possessing his body.

But oh, he knew, deep down, that beast has always been there; waiting for the right moment to be released.

Waiting for you.

He then slowly pulled away, a thin string of saliva connecting your tongues. Your entire body was flushed, lips puffy and eyes hazy with anguished yearning as you stared up at him. Your hands reached out, clinging on tightly to his black sweatshirt. Despite being on the bed, you felt as if you were free falling into a bottomless pit.

And you wanted to fall--with Steven.

"Steven..." You murmured, one leg wrapping around his waist. "Are you gonna make love to me?"

"No." His reply was instant, levelling his gaze with yours. "I will, but not tonight, darling. I don't have any condoms."

"I...I don't mind..."

A low purr reverberated from his throat. Fuck, were you even aware of what you were saying? Of the sweet, tempting danger it entailed?

He might as well just tie you up, keep you in his apartment forever. With him. ONLY him.

He shook his head, quickly stamping down such dark, possessive thoughts.

"Love." He emphasized through clenched teeth, and you saw the way his inner conflict flickered in his eyes. "Not tonight, Y/N. But that doesn't mean I can't still please you, yeah?"

He pulled your leg off of his waist then pressed his lips to your ankle, electricity coursing directly to where you desired it most.

He never broke eye contact, his lips slowly trailing down the smooth expanse of your leg before pausing at your crotch. He chuckled deeply, ignoring it as he moved to your stomach.

You mewled desperately, wiggling slightly. "Baby." You pleaded, nearly breathless. "Please... Don't fuckin' tease me."

"M'sorry, pretty girl. Just let me worship you, yeah? You deserve it." He hummed, completely unbothered. "I deserve it."

He pushed up your tank top, your breasts spilling erotically and...fuck, was that a belly button piercing?

"First year of college. It was a completely lucid decision." You giggled at his stunned expression. "Hurt like a bitch, but I've always wanted one."

"Looks like I'm not the only one with secrets, then." He chuckled, kissing your belly with utmost tenderness and your breath getting caught in your throat. His lips languidly traced upwards, reaching your breasts and burying his face in between them and inhaling deeply.

Now he understood why Jake wouldn't shut the hell up about the way you smelled after asking you out.

His left hand groped one of your breasts, breath stuttering at the wonderful plushness. Then he raised his head, eyes locking intently with yours once more as his tongue flicked your pert nipple. You whimpered for more, more, more--back arching as you eagerly offered yourself to him.

And he just as eagerly accepted your gracious offer, mouth latching on to your nipple. You moaned as he sucked and squeezed, his teeth grazing slightly against the sensitive bud, only magnifying the maddening sensations you had no control over yet had the privilege to be a willing victim to.

He pulled away with a resounding 'pop' before giving your other breast equal devoted attention, his right hand making its descent lower, lower, lower--slipping inside your shorts and his chest blazing at the dampness that greeted him.

"Bloody hell..." He grunted, erection straining painfully against his pyjama pants. He glanced down, his much larger hand cupping your entire pussy. "Wanna fucking taste you, angel. Can I? Please, love, I wanna taste your pretty pussy."

"Y-You don't even have to ask..." You squeaked, completely scarlet from head to toe. "Just take me, baby."

Steven grinned wolfishly, a gleam in his eyes that you've never seen before making your heart skip a beat. Without wasting another moment, he practically ripped your shorts off. He groaned as he saw the wet splotch in the middle of your panties, yanking them down your legs before bringing it up to his nose as a shiver ran down his spine at your intoxicating scent.

Your arousal was flowing down to your thighs, eyes glazed over as if in a trance as you watched Steven sniff your panties like a beast in heat. Then he shimmied out of his pants, your eyes widening as his cock stood proudly; thick and veiny, the tip an angry red and leaking with pre-cum. His fist, still clutching on to your panties, wrapped around his cock as he leaned down to meet your pussy.

Instinctively, you snapped your legs shut, hands flying to your face.

"I-I'm sorry!" You sobbed, briskly shaking your head. "I'm sorry, so sorry! I...I can't, Steven..."

You expected him to be furious, and honestly you'd understand if he was. What you didn't expect, however, was him gently removing your hands and tenderly kissing away your tears.

"Hey, hey, it's alright, love." He assured, his hands massaging soothing circles on yours. "What's the matter? You don't want to continue?"

"I-I do, it's just..." You sniffled, blinking away tears and meeting his concerned gaze. "I'm...I'm embarrassed, Steven. It's just... Y-You know it's my first time, and you're doing amazing, it's just...I'm scared I'm not. I...have no idea what the fuck to do, and I'm not even pretty."

"That's not true." His voice was firm, jaw ticking resolutely. His brows furrowed, expression the most serious you've ever seen it. "You're bloody gorgeous, Y/N. I'm the git who doesn't know what the hell you see in me. And don't fret about being inexperienced, love. I'm so happy that you wanna be with me, and if you'd allow me, I wanna spend the rest of my life proving it to you."

You stayed silent, then your lips curved up into a dazzling smile that had Steven utterly weak in the knees. What the hell were you so anxious about, anyway? This was Steven Grant, the man of your wildest dreams. The man you loved.

"I love you, Steven."

Steven froze, tears prickling his eyes. Something between a sob and a chuckle escaped him, positively beaming down at you.

"I love you, too, Y/N."

He then parted your legs, hands quivering slightly. "I love you..." He crouched down, pressing his lips to your inner thigh. "...so fucking much." His tongue darted out, licking the beautiful stretch marks that lined the supple skin of your thighs.

His tongue slowly wandered up, up, up, and you were scarcely breathing once his face was in front of your cunt. His hot breath fanned against your clit; dark, nearly black eyes fixed on yours.

"Quand je vivais tendre et craintive amante..." He recited in French, smiling up at you. "...avec ses feux je peignais ses douleurs."

When I was a tender and fearful lover, with her fires I painted her pains.

You had noticed earlier the French poetry books stacked on Steven's desk, but goddammit you didn't expect he would quote one while he was right in front of your pussy.

You were sure this absolutely sexy menace of a man was trying to murder you.

His thumb then brushed against your clit, making you gasp. He grinned widely, pushing down on your nub as you whimpered and squirmed helplessly.

"Baby..." You begged, tears pouring down your pretty pink cheeks, and there must be something severely wrong with Steven to find it so enticing. "Pretty please... Fuck me with your mouth."

And how could he ever say no to that? He was merely a loyal, desperate slave for his goddess' wishes. For her love.

And so, like a parched man in the desert, he buried his face in your sopping pussy. You yelped, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the sudden--but very much not unwelcomed--intrusion into your deepest, most intimate part.

Steven's groan of appreciation vibrated within your gummy walls, inching ever so deeper, feeling his nose hit a bundle of nerves. Then his tongue licked a long, slow stripe along your mound and up to your clit. You cried out, a broken, pornographic song that echoed throughout Steven's entire flat.

"Gods..." His voice was low, trembling; one hand yet again wrapping around his aching cock, the flimsy fabric of your panties hugging the tip. "You've no idea how much I dreamt of this, Y/N. Waited for this." His other hand settled on your pussy, deft fingers running along your drenched folds. "Such a good girl, tastes so fucking good."

He puckered his lips, kissing your pussy. And the sounds that accompanied were downright filthy, Steven moaning shamelessly, loud squelches and the heady smell of your sex filling the air.

Slowly, carefully, he thrusted a finger inside of you. You keened, your thighs squishing Steven's head and your hands gripping onto his hair. He then added another finger, scissoring his digits and you knew right then and there that you were losing what's barely left of your fucking mind.

You grinded against him, and he bobbed his head zealously in perfect tandem with you. His tongue lapped up and down, up and down, before suddenly driving it inside your hole.

He was rubbing his cock vigorously, watching you, burning this marvelous moment for all eternity into his memories. And as soon as a third finger slipped in, you were fucking gone.

You screamed, finally reaching that peak and falling over it, seeing stars. You gushed around his mouth, and Steven noisily slurped it all up, not daring to leave behind a single drop.

He soon followed, grunting animalistically as his cum sprayed all over your panties. He collapsed against your pussy, in between the heavenly plushness of your thighs, panting raggedly.

Neither of you knew how long you both stayed like that, coming down from your high, until you sliced through the serene silence.

"Wow... Just...wow."

Steven chuckled breathlessly, looking up at you with your wetness glistening on his lips and chin. "Wow, indeed." He then leaned forward, and you gasped as his lips suckled on the skin right next to your clit, claiming you with a dark purple mark.

"You'll be the fucking death of me, Steven Grant." You groaned playfully, pulling on his hair.

He grinned, crawling over your body before moulding your lips together in a passionate liplock. His tongue entwined with yours and you could taste yourself, your brain short circuiting.

He slowly drew away, gently knocking his forehead against yours as his grin grew impossibly bigger.

"I'll make love to you at the Field of Reeds, then."

[youlosethings]

🌸Today's update/Tomorrow🌸

I don't know why I ever try and make plans because they always change haha. People always say you should create a good solid routine but it's impossible ;_;

TW - Food/calorie counting UTC.

Today

I ended up not eating anything until 4pm! I had a tatt appointment at 10 and then went to get a drink with friends. When I got home I went straight out for a run.

Oats: 150

Banana: 150

Strawberries: 30

Soya Milk: 50

Protein Powder: 150

Cinnamon and some vegan chocolate: 100

Total so far - 630

Dinner will be seitan teriyaki with peppers, mushrooms and broccoli: 600

total - 1230

I will probably have some fruit or something as a snack too but we'll see.

Tomorrow:

So, APPARENTLY it's meant to snow overnight which is kind of annoying because Sunday is long run day and I don't know whether it will be safe enough to drive to the gym >:( We will see.

My Ipad delivery has ALSO been delayed until tomorrow so everything is kinda up in the air haha.

Breakfast -

Vegan greek yoghurt: 150

Berries and Banana: 150

Honey: 50

Granola: 200

total - 550

Lunch - Edit:

Vegan cheese dip and breadsticks: 100

Apple and grapes: 100

total - 200

Dinner:

Probably leftover Teriyaki haha or maybe something like pasta with seitan and veggies: 600

Snack - vegan ice cream: 180

Total - 1530

xoxo

[kcalsforhim]

friday 22 november 2024 - 𐙚 ˚🍰 ⋆｡˚⊹❀˖°

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cals : 1 billion idk steps : 8.2 k

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dinner : 1 veggie whopper burger thing from burger king, 5 chicken nuggets and 1 chilicheese thing ? curly fries and a thing of garlic mayo

snack : 1 apple with powdered sugar and one of my moms low sugar cookie things

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i did omad today for this, think this is also my sign to go back to high res or start trying to go back. i didnt feel particularly nourished after this. the burger i had was nice, the meat on it tasted like real fucking meat it was scary, the bacon had a cool and nice texture and the sauce on the burger was nice. i loooooooved the texture of all the onions. the lettuce was a 0 there was barely any on it at all, and ofc no cheese or pickles cause im weird like that

the curly fries were perfect, the chicken nuggets were ok, you could tell these were for sure vegan and i had mixed feelings about them. sauce was sauce... i prefer the garlic mayo from kfc sigh. of course delicious apples and not really delicious cookie it was okay

as much as i didnt go to class today i did go to college in the afternoon, i needed to print some paper of my cursus certificate. now im certified to give cpr and all that good stuff yay ! when i went out to get a boba with haku the girl at the store forgot to mark my card as stamped so now i have a full card unmarked in my wallet. nyehehehe... tommorow i have to do an irl cursus idk. so sorry for not updating sooner, i needed a bit of a break... i am proud of myself for doing omad again, now just back to smaller portions please me . also i did not count cause fuck you

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song because i feel like i deserve a break from all of my suffering... all i need to focus on is to stop my binge habit, thats all thats important rn

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[bloxxy-slugcats]

bigger Saint reference with the boi

while Saint is the vegan he is, he doesn't mind to eat stuff like eggs or cheese, and he has said if he could, he would try some kind of meat, but with how he was made, he gets very sick when he eats any kind of meat.

his relationships with everyone go like this (will update after i release my OCs)

Survivor - neutral | he doesn't really have any thoughts about him, but he is ever so slightly suspiciously of why he sees him glancing over at him from time to time suspiciously

Monk - friend | he tolerates Monk more then others, and actually enjoys his company from time to time

Hunter - neutral/dislike | while he does tolerate him, he doesn't like how violent Hunter tends to be most the time

Artificer - neutral/dislike | he does tolerate her, but he doesn't like how violent she is, and he knows there is something with her that she wont say

Gourmand - friend | he is pleased that Gourmand understands Saint's meat intolerance, and does his best to avoid that issue with meals

Rivulet - neutral | he finds it difficult to concentrate on certain things when she is around, and doesn't like when she messes with him

Spearmaster - neutral | he understands that he was made by an iterator as well, and tolerates his childish behavior

Nightcat - neutral | since she tends to keep to herself most the time, he doesn't really interact or see her her much

Enot - neutral/dislike | Saint can tell something is diffrent with Enot, something strange, and unnatural, so he tends to avoid or ignore her

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Martyr's thoughts about everyone go like this (will update after i release my OCs)

Survivor - he tends to not understand him most of the time, and is confused, and a little concerned about how he tends to react to seeing Saint sometimes, he especially gets confused when he mentions "he sees something with him", and both Saint and Martyr are worried thats implying, that he can see Martyr

Monk - while he doesn't have any direct thoughts or opinions on Monk, he tolerates Monk, knowing both Saint and Monk are friends, and with how peaceful he is

Hunter - he has higher respect for Hunter then others, knowing Hunter managed to survive having the rot before, not many do, and everyone always got turned into a long legs as far as he knows, so he is impressed Hunter survived

Artificer - while he does know Artificer was made by SRS, and Saint made by SOS, he found out a short bit ago that the same lines of DNA SRS used to make Artificer, were also mostly used to make Saint, by SOS, then making them in a way, siblings, but Martyr refuses to tell Saint this, thinking of the worst reaction

Gourmand - he finds Gourmand to be one of the healthiest of the slugcats, and so, he has respect for Gourmand, for not only being healthy, with his, girth, but to also keep a colony in check

Rivulet - he finds her a bit much, and would like it much if she slowed down for once

Spearmaster - he finds Spearmasters behavior strange, and his opinion on Spearmaster, is simply, for him to learn some more things at some point

Nightcat - he finds her strange, while he knows she is a slugcat, he also knows there is something wrong with her, something, unnatural

Enot - he does not like Enot at all, cause he knows she came from a- "do NOT speak about her and where she came from!" shut up Martyr this is her lore and my ask blog, and the peeps who viewing wanna know! "and i dont care, they can figure out where she came from themselves!" but they wont figure it out unless i tell them! "no!" ...

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Enotcamefromanotherw- HEY-! "...there, that will keep him quiet for now... dont give me that look, you little gremlin"

[meditating-dog-lover]

Health Update

I'm surprised by how glowing and clear my skin is. The only difference I made was taking the DIM Detox supplement and switching to reverse osmosis water. I also took some antibiotics which helped get rid of some infections. But those are gone - neck and ears completely healed. I do not have any rashes on my face and neck like I did weeks/months ago. My hands are clear and smooth with some cuts and some infection that's in the process of healing. They are itchy and I do rub them under hot water when I wash my hands, but they're also clear and smooth (feels like how they felt after I got my steroid shot and pills).

I would have never thought that excess estrogen is responsible for my eczema. I feel much much better now and I'm so happy. I thought it was a gut issue, but I guess not (not that gut health isn't important, but it wasn't the cause of my skin inflammation).

I am also slim and not bloated. I know DIM helps women lose weight, but I don't believe I have much at all to lose. Digestive enzymes help a lot with bloating.

I would imagine that some forms of birth control or even a hysterectomy would get rid of my eczema. But those are extreme (mostly hysterectomy), and I don't want to do any of those. My obgyn was more helpful with helping me clear my skin than my dermatologists. I definitely knew it was hormonal.

I've been taking the DIM for 2.5 weeks and I'll see how my skin improves with time. It's getting cooler now so I'm worried that the cold and dry weather might make my skin worse. I hope this doesn't happen.

I really like the reverse osmosis water. I think it does help health-wise. Getting organic food helps too, but I don't think it's possible to eat 100% organic. Nor is it possible to use 100% "clean products". I feel like naturally supporting key detoxing organs help. In this case it would be the liver because it plays a role in metabolizing and getting rid of excess estrogen (DIM helps it do that). The supplement is great, but of course I want to check with my doctor to see if it safe to take longterm. Unfortunately it's also pretty expensive.

I'm going to therapy tomorrow to discuss my diagnosis. I'm autistic and was diagnosed at a late age. And I want to get the support I was supposed to get decades ago.

I got a coffee today and some vegan cheese puffs. When it comes to "less than healthy stuff", I prefer having a small portion on the side than a whole treat. I had a mocha and brownie last week on Thursday and Friday. I think that's fine, but I would prefer to have a small treat. I did not finish my coffee and had a few sips because I just wasn't craving it. But overall my diet is pretty health and rich in fiber, protein, fats, vitamins, and minerals. I would say I eat 80-20 at this point. Not 100-0. I would not necessarily say I eat very low sugar either. I think my diet is an improvement because I used to order milkshakes and McDonald's years ago during COVID. I recently used to order pizza and sandwiches often, which are rich in processed white bread which is loaded with sugar, as well as inflammatory oils and I'm sure the sauces had hidden sugars. I now eat out less and eat less sugar, just not 0% sugar. And I'm still fine.

Today I remembered the days when Facebook, Myspace, Formspring, and Twitter were popular when I was in school and why I didn't have a lot of friends and people messaging and interacting with me. I always had less than 200 Facebook friends. I now realize it's because I'm autistic. Of course I never deserved social exclusion. but it's just something I remembered and considered.

I will heal mentally and get the support I need as an autistic woman.

In the past there were times where my blood sugar was great. I think what helps with it is 2 things, maybe even 3. (1) being at a healthy weight, (2) minimizing stress (fasting raised my blood sugar), and (3) physical activity (walking and light body circuits). I used to follow Rachael Attard's programs and her workouts were designed that way. I remember doing her programs and was at a healthy weight and my blood sugar levels were great. Though I was depressed back then and I was eating a lot of sugar and junk. I don't want to eat a lot of junk and don't want to be depressed and stressed. I'm at a healthy weight now and am putting less stress on my body because I'm not fasting everyday anymore. However I can go back to walking (I used to walk for an hour back then) and doing some light body circuits. I want to avoid anything heavy and challenging like HIIT or lifting because I tend to overeat when I do those.

I have experienced more physical stress from undereating than from overexercising in the past. For example, calorie restriction or fasting will cause more stress and inflammation than doing workouts focused on weighs and HIIT. I feel like I can continue with the anti-inflammatory diet and cycle fasting and definitely walk and do some sweaty pilates. I know this will help with my metabolic health, which is already great (blood pressure, sugar, cholesterol, etc...). But exercise will help even more with my sugar profile.

[94monkeys]

Sometimes you feel like a post

*blows the dust off this thing*

I have actually missed this place, and writing something other than for work!

I really have no excuse so I'm just going to roll into some life updates and then hit Post now (now???? Tumblr are you ok??????) and go to bed with a book.

Decembaby: is now 13 months old and a true delight. Stands up whenever she can hold onto something, screeches happily when she sees me, will eat yogurt or cheese off of whatever it's served on.

Her cow's milk protein allergy: Is gone but I did in fact quit dairy for about 9 months. I don't recommend it but it was probably easier in 2023 than it would have been even 5 years earlier. The best new thing I ate were these vegan chocolate sea salt cookies. Give them to someone you love.

My own health: You know... it's okay. We've had colds most of the time since November but that's life with a baby in day care. We're lucky it hasn't been worse. I am not in good shape right now and still trying to find my groove with regular exercise. The nadir of Decembaby's 1st year of life was when I had sciatica and it literally hurt to a) pick her up and b) sleep. Torture. But I am sleeping a lot better and since I quit breastfeeding I actually feel like I have energy for stuff, imagine that. Stuff like:

Life otherwise:

I started a new job about 6 months ago. TL;DR I didn't blog about this but I lost my job while I was pregnant, an experience I do not recommend (see also hiring a lawyer for the first time, which I had to do related to that). Anyway I really like my new job and I do find karma to be a relaxing thought!

The top question I got while I was pregnant was "when are you going to move? you need more space!" well, delighting my haters, we are moving in a few months! Turns out we do need it. But disappointing my haters, we are staying in the city and our neighborhood, just moving about 4 blocks. I truly can't wait to do little decor projects and arrange everything just so (I told you I felt like I had energy again!).

We're going to Miami Beach in a few weeks to celebrate when my husband and I first started dating! I still love him a lot, and you know my love is pure of heart because he won't read this. I really like Miami Beach

This is way way too long. Anyway, how have you been?

[divine-knight-hand]

“It’s Not Safe Here!”

Chapter 2: Fanning the Flames

Series Masterlist || Michael Masterlist || Full Masterlist || Read on AO3

Content Warnings: Arguing, yelling, derogatory terms, walking in on a sexual scenario

Notes: There's no Michael x reader smut in this chapter, but since there is a sexual scenario in this chapter, I still marked it as smut. You have been warned!

Word Count: 2,743

Dividers by @cafekitsune

I drummed my fingers on my desk as Henry and William sat down in front of me. William looked expressionless, but Henry just looked tired. That’s what waking up early will do to you. Especially after a morning like mine.

And it was true. After waking up early, running for my life from an animatronic bear, and having some sexy quality time with my boyfriend, I was drowsy, to say the least. Nonetheless, I sucked it up (no pun intended) and decided to see through the rest of my shift. Now, I was sitting in my office, about to discuss finances with my two bosses.

The space was small, but I always found it cozy. I was happy to have my own office at all. There was enough space to leave a bit of walking room around my chair, my desk, and the two chairs in front of it, where my bosses were making themselves comfortable. Behind me, a filing cabinet with previous financial records fit almost seamlessly into the corner of the room. I had to dig in there more than a few times to gather the information I needed and summarize it on the papers in front of me.

“Someone’s dressed nicely for the occasion.” William raised a condescending eyebrow at me. He never liked when I dressed even remotely masculine, so I instantly knew that his compliment wasn’t sincere. What a douche.

“I hope that means you have good news for us.” Henry offered me a small smile. At least he tried to be polite during these meetings. Besides, he did have a warm fatherly quality to him. I thought it must have made him more likable. At least, it did to me.

“I just figured I’d clean up a little more today, that’s all.” Also, I don’t have good news for you. So, surprise! I offered a shy smile of my own, but I might have come off looking like I was in pain. I was, but I didn’t need my bosses knowing that.

“Let’s get down to business, then. What do you have for us today, Y/N?” Henry cheerily asked.

I shuffled through my notes and started, “Well, this quarter we brought in almost double the amount of money through entry fees and food costs. That new ‘buy one pizza, get another half-off’ deal we started is bringing in more customers, which seems to be increasing our cash revenue.”

I did a little more rustling through my notes before proceeding, “We remained within the budgets set aside for party favors, plates, and utensils. Our spending on pizza ingredients is fine, but our cheese expenses are steadily increasing and, though we haven’t gone over budget in that area, we should watch out for that. I would suggest adding dairy-free items to the menu to balance that out. This could decrease our cheese usage while expanding our consumers to the vegan crowd.”

“We’ll decide what we should do with our own menu, young lady.” William scowled. I forced back a scowl of my own. “Young lady” was such a demeaning term, especially when it came from him. I wasn’t someone to be looked down on. Not by the likes of my snarky boss. I burned with resentment.

“We’ll take your suggestion into account.” Henry shot a quick glare at William. I really liked Henry. He didn’t treat me like garbage, “Please continue, Y/N.”

I looked at my notes before my eyes dropped to my hands, dreading what was next. It was the one financial update I had attempted to hold off on for as long as I could, but the time for stalling was over. I took a deep breath, steeled my nerves, and looked back up to the men in front of me, sitting up straight to deliver the worst news, “We overspent on mechanical parts and tools, once again.” William’s frown instantly deepened. Here we go again… “That facial recognition project sent us over budget by almost double. At this rate, we’ll have to declare bankruptcy within the decade.” This would suck in any case, but our advanced robotics tech going belly-up in an age where the world wide web and MP3 players were just invented would have been pretty embarrassing…

“Do you hear this, Em?” William scoffed, clearly annoyed.

Henry rubbed the bridge of his nose, “Please, William, if you’re going to refer to me by my last name, finish it.”

“Fine, but only if it’s among other things.” William raised another eyebrow at his own business partner, but rather than being condescending this one was accompanied by a smirk that made it seem almost… flirtatious?

Henry just glared at him, his face displaying a clear scowl behind an embarrassed blush, “Now’s not the time for that.”

I cleared my throat, bringing the attention back to me, “Well, uh, I suppose that’s it, then?” I decided to try to use that awkward distraction to try to bring the meeting to a quick close. I began straightening out my notes to emphasize that I was done with this conversation.

“I don’t think so.” Damn! Of course William was too smart for that cheap trick. He was a jackass, but he was smart enough to pursue robotics as a major part of his career, and he just blew up what I thought would be my ace in the hole.

Henry seemed to sense the growing tension and cautiously held out his hands, “William, wait-“

“Don’t tell me to wait!” William snapped, “And you,” He turned back toward me, fury painting every inch of his face a tomato shade of red, “Who do you think you are? You don’t think I see what you’re doing?”

“My job?” And just like that, my heart dropped into my stomach. That comment just slipped out of my mouth. I didn’t even think about it. William somehow grew redder. I didn’t even think a person could turn this shade of red, but he did.

Well, if I was getting fired today, I might as well have committed to my stance. I took a deep breath and went on, “I’m just saying. This is what you hired me to do. To make budgets for you and suggest ways to help the business.” I tapped my fingers on the table, resting my head in one of my hands, “I don’t remember seeing ‘personal punching bag’ in the description when I applied.” I lean my head forward to emphasize my last sentence, “I’m good with numbers, not assholes like you treating me like shit.”

“You’ve got some mouth on you, girl!” William slammed his hand on my desk and stood up, “You really think you can walk into my establishment-“

“ Our .” Henry sighed.

“Beg for a job from me-“

“ Us .”

“Tell me how to run my own business-“

“ Our own business.” Henry began massaging his temples.

“Blatantly disrespect me, and not face any repercussions for it?!” William finished.

I slowly blinked at him, “…Are you done, yet?” William just responded in a series of incoherent sputtering, giving me the space to continue, “Do you know how tiring it is to deal with your bullshit every three months? Every single meeting, I have to dread doing my own job because you just berate me for doing what I’m supposed to do.” I slowly rose from my desk, “And if you thought I was going to tolerate your verbal beat down for another meeting, you’re just wrong. The way you treat me is wrong ! You don’t get to drag me through hell for things I can’t control. It’s not my fault you have no impulse control with money, and you know it! I have a right to do my job without worrying about how you’re going to treat me in response.”

“Yes, because whining like a little cunt is going to get you very far.” William sarcastically drawled. I felt my veins churning with rage. This was the nastiest thing he’s ever said to me. I was seeing red.

I gritted my teeth, starting in a low mutter, “Why you little-”

“ENOUGH!” Henry shot up out of his chair, “Enough from the both of you!” His head instantly whipped to face his business partner, “William! Y/N’s right. We do not pay her to face your verbal abuse every quarter! And calling her a ‘cunt’ is extremely inappropriate!”

William scoffed, “Sure, because the way she talks to me is completely fine.”

“I never said that.” Henry scowled, “But you did bring her to her wit’s end. Quite frankly, even I find it difficult to deal with you at times. I’m shocked she was able to manage for as long as she did.”

William just scowled, let out a “Tch!”, and stormed out of the office, slamming the door on his exit.

Henry went to follow him, but paused with his hand hovering over the doorknob, “You’re not completely free of consequence, either.” Henry turned his head to deliver a disappointed look in my direction, “Though William mistreated you today, he is your boss. You still have to respect him. I have to ask that you refrain from derogatory names when you’re on the clock.”

That one stung. I’d never made Henry upset before, so this was new territory, and it was frightening. I felt as if I had just disappointed my own father. Somehow, the fact that he wasn’t even angry was what cut the deepest. He was just disappointed. He expected better out of me and I failed to deliver. Even if William was a complete asshole, I regretted tearing into him at Henry’s expense. I lowered my head in shame, “I’m sorry-”

Henry waved off my apology, “Save that for him.” An agonizing heartbeat passed before he spoke up again, “I’m not letting you get fired, by the way.” My head shot back up as I wondered if I heard him correctly, “William and I will discuss your job status, but I do believe we need you here. You are good with money management, after all.” He let out a heavy sigh, “I just wish we would take your advice for once.” His remark was wistful, as if his hands were tied on the matter. With that, he grabbed the knob, opened the door, and disappeared without another word.

As the door softly closed behind him, I whispered as if he could still hear me, “Thank you.”

I dropped back into my chair, leaning back and resting a hand on my eyes, only peeking through my fingers to see the clock on the wall. It was 6:57 AM. The restaurant was going to open in three minutes. I let out a deep sigh and went to work reorganizing the papers in front of me.

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By the time the clock hit 9:00, I found myself standing in the corner of the party room, watching as children ran around and played in the noise that was Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. Since the new quarter just started, there wasn’t really much data for me to work with in my office. That being said, the first day of a new quarter was always the most uneventful for me. My eyes were glued to the stage, where Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica proceeded to sing and play their instruments as if they weren’t bloodthirsty monsters just hours ago. Posers.

I watched Freddy’s head go on a swivel as his jaw snapped in a variety of robotic positions. His eyes jerked side to side with each movement. Everything about him was unnatural. Yeesh! Even in daylight, these things are creepy! How do kids like this? I would have been pissing myself at their age.

I especially hated them now, knowing what Michael told me about them. His words still seemed to echo in my head. The animatronics walk around at night, and they always make their way to the office in an attempt to kill the security guard. Knowing that Michael risked his life each shift as the place’s current security guard made me nervous, but he made it this far. I knew I had to trust him. He must have been on to something. Despite all of this, the idea that really made me sick seemed to shout the loudest in the back of my mind. I think it has to do with the missing children. I felt nauseous.

I rushed to the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face only to pause and realize I couldn’t do that. I looked in the mirror and remembered that I was wearing eyeliner, and that stuff wasn’t cheap. I rested my hands on the cool ceramic of the sink as I looked at my reflection. Damn, do I look good for someone who almost died just this morning.

The only thing amiss was my hair, which I never fixed after Michael held his hand in it. I was surprised my eyeliner didn’t even run, only smudged, since my eyes watered as I was staving off my gag reflex earlier. Remembering that brought back the warm feeling in the pit of my stomach. I never exactly got my own release, but it was worth it just to see and feel him come undone under my touch. Of course, the feeling only intensified into a dull throb between my thighs when I remembered the way he moaned my name. The way he needed me felt as if it could set my very skin on fire. I quickly fixed my hair with a bit of water and left the bathroom. I couldn’t get riled up now when I still had the rest of my shift ahead of me.

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It was 10:30 when I realized that I still hadn’t heard back from Henry. I definitely didn’t want to get fired if it meant I would have to sit at home, doing nothing, with my fingers crossed each night for Michael to come home safely. I was grateful when Henry insisted on saving my job, but I knew William was going to be a hard person to sell the idea to. I didn’t exactly know how their conversations usually shook out, but three and a half hours was a lot of time to be discussing one person’s employment status. That, I knew.

So, I headed over to Henry and William’s shared office to see what was going on. If worse came to worst, I would apologize and beg William for forgiveness. I decided that would be a last resort, since my ego wasn’t too keen on dropping my tail between my legs.

When I approached the door, I saw that a light was on inside the room. I took a deep breath, steeled my nerves, and opened the door. Then, I immediately regretted forgetting to knock, my jaw dropping open in shock.

Everything froze. Even me. I couldn’t move if I wanted to, and I really, really wanted to. The energy in the room came to such a screeching halt that I thought time might have even slowed down. All the air left my lungs as I stared in horrified shock. I never would have thought I’d walk in on William bending Henry over his desk and thrusting into him.

Judging by the scene, they obviously weren’t going the whole time I was waiting for them (three hours would be a hell of a long time to be fucking), but they’d been at it for a while. Henry’s face shone with sweat, his cheeks a warm pink. William was breathing heavily, yet even through his feral gaze I found some sort of loose composure.

We stared at each other in silence for another awkward heartbeat before William finally shouted, “Well? Are ya dumb between your ears? Get out!”

I felt the redness flooding my cheeks as I picked my jaw back up. I was so humiliated, I couldn’t even find a retort to his rude comment, “I- I’m sorry! Oh my god!” I kept struggling for the door as I slapped a hand over my eyes, “Oh my god! Oh my god!” I stumbled out of the room and slammed the door shut. Finally feeling safe enough to open my eyes, I stared at the floor, trying to process what I just saw. Oh my god.

I shuddered, unsure if I was ever going to get over that memory. I didn’t think I would ever see my bosses the same way again…

[frank-furters]

Which California Hot Dog Restaurant Will Leave You Craving More?

California boasts a vibrant culinary scene, and hot dogs are no exception. From classic street vendors to gourmet hot dog restaurants, the Golden State offers a variety of options to tantalize your taste buds. But with so many choices, how do you know which hot dog restaurant will leave you truly satisfied?

Fear not, hot dog aficionados! This guide dives into the world of California hot dogs, highlighting some of the best places to grab a delicious frankfurter. Whether you're a traditionalist or a gourmet adventurer, there's a perfect hot dog experience waiting for you.

The Classic California Hot Dog Stand

For a taste of California histo-ry, look no further than the classic hot dog stand. These iconic vendors have been serving up delicious franks for decades, often using family recipes passed down through generations. Expect a no-frills atmosphere, friendly service, and a hot dog piled high with your favorite toppings.

Here are a few things to look for in a classic California hot dog stand:

Snappy Snap Casings: These natural casings provide a satisfying "pop" when you bite into the hot dog.

Grilled to Perfection: A classic California hot dog is typically grilled, not steamed, giving it a smoky flavor and a juicy center.

The "All the Way" Option: This loaded hot dog comes with all the classic toppings, including ketchup, mustard, relish, chopped onions, and tomatoes.

Gourmet Hot Dog Revolution

California's culinary scene is known for its innovation, and the hot dog is no exception. In recent years, there's been a surge in gourmet hot dog restaurants, offering unique and upscale takes on the classic frankfurter.

These restaurants elevate the hot dog experience with:

Premium Ingredients: From Kobe beef hot dogs to artisanal sausages, gourmet hot dog restaurants use high-quality meats for a truly decadent experience.

Creative Toppings: Forget the ketchup and mustard! Gourmet hot dogs might be topped with anything from caramelized onions and goat cheese to kimchi and Sriracha mayo.

Upscale Atmosphere: These restaurants often feature stylish interiors and comfortable seating, making your hot dog experience a full-fledged dining adventure.

Finding the Perfect Hot Dog Restaurant "Near Me"

Now that you've explored the different styles of California hot dogs, it's time to find the perfect spot for your cravings. Here are some tips:

Search Online: Utilize search engines with the phrase "Hot Dog Restaurant near me" to discover nearby options. Look at review sites to get a sense of the atmosphere, menu offerings, and customer favorites.

Ask Around: Word-of-mouth recommendations are invaluable. Talk to friends, family, and colleagues to see where they recommend grabbing a delicious hot dog.

Social Media: Follow local food blogs and social media accounts to discover hidden gems and stay updated on the latest hot dog trends.

Frank and Furter's: Where Cravings Become Reality

When it comes to gourmet hot dogs in California, Frank and Furter's stands out from the pack. We offer a unique dining experience that caters to both hot dog traditionalists and adventurous eaters.

Here's what sets Frank and Furter's apart:

Frank's Famous Hot Dog: This is our signature dish, featuring a premium all-beef hot dog grilled to perfection and served on a toasted brioche bun. You can customize it with a variety of classic toppings or go for our chef-inspired creations.

Something for Everyone: We cater to all palates, offering a selection of gourmet hot dogs, classic franks, and even vegetarian and vegan options.

A Vibrant Atmosphere: Our restaurants boast a fun and inviting atmosphere, perfect for a casual lunch, a lively dinner, or a quick bite on the go.

The Final Bite

California's diverse hot dog scene has something to offer everyone. Whether you're searching for a classic street vendor experience or a gourmet hot dog piled high with creative toppings, there's a perfect hot dog restaurant waiting to leave you craving more. So, grab your appetite and explore the delicious world of California hot dogs!

And don't forget to visit your local Frank and Furter's! We're confident we'll become your go-to spot for a hot dog experience that will leave you wanting more.

Know more https://frank-furters.com/blog/which-california-hot-dog-restaurant-craves-more/

[burgerdudes]

🍔 Updated review ━ 📍 Bleecker Burger ★★★★★ • Bleecker Burger currently have four restaurants in central London, and they are stylishly decorated with black accents and a fairly stripped-down look. Don't expect anything fancy. There are a handful of burgers on the menu, along with a few sides and milkshakes. The reason for this is to let the meat itself take centre stage. We've loved Bleecker Burger ever since we first tried them in 2015, and they've also been guests at Stockholm Burger Fest in both 2018 and 2019. They are an essential destination every time we go to London. • During our latest visit we ate every single burger on their menu, and our favourite order is now a double bacon burger with house fries on the side. The meat is absolutely phenomenal, with a deep and heavenly dry-aged beefiness. The meat is often very lightly cooked, but this really enhances the flavours. The soft bun looks very unassuming, but it complements the beef nicely with its flavour, fluffy texture and sesame seeds, and the bacon further elevates the meat flavours with its crunchy saltiness. You don't need much more than that, which is also why the burgers rarely contain much more than meat, bread, cheese and some onions and sauce. Their House Fries with burger dressing are excellent, and we have to give a shout-out to their vegan burger. Nobody leaves Bleecker Burger hungry. • Bleecker Burger offer world-class burgers and is one of the top contenders in London's burger scene. If you love hamburgers, do yourself a favour and give them a try. Thank us later. ━ @bleeckerburger #burger #burgerdudes #london (at Bleecker) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqPjSIJPSkT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[doctorcrusher]

detailed description of my extremely invariable weekday morning routine rn. I wake up at 7. I sit in bed for a minute weighing the pros and cons of just going back to sleep. I put the electric kettle on and use the bathroom. I come out and put coffee in the French press and [either slice an apple and take half or take the half an apple I have left over in the fridge]. I pop a b12 tablet and get into my gym clothes while the coffee is infusing. I pour the coffee. I answer my learned league questions and do the wordle and stuff while I have pre-gym breakfast. I go to the gym with my husband. [Mon/Wed/Fri I alternate between a bench/squat/row day and a deadlift/overhead press/lat pull/curl day, Tues/thurs I do cardio (right now I'm doing the "walking briskly uphill on a treadmill for 30 minutes" thing from tiktok. sorry. promise I don't have tiktok)]. I come back from the gym. I slice some tofu off the tofu block and rub it with adobo and put it in the air fryer with a vegan sausage patty. I take a shower. I come back out and put bread in the toaster (my kitchen wiring cannot run multiple appliances at once) and put vegan cheese on the tofu to melt. I get dressed. I assemble my sandwich and eat it with a little bit of orange juice while I listen to my morning news update podcasts. and then I wash my face and do my makeup (the latter only if I'm going somewhere for the day). and then my actual day starts 👍

[plasticfangtastic]

Can We Be Lonely Together? Ch. 12 Part 1/3

A Homelander X Stalker! Reader fic

This is a GN reader fic and a supe! reader fic, male leaning but don't worry.

Author's note: This chapter was about 60 pages long in my google docs, so I had to divide this into parts to make it easier for digestion. previous chapters in my blog under #my fic tag or #Can We be lonely together? tag will try posting part 2 soon.

30/7 update-- part 2 has been posted already

R18+ blood mention, smut, bottom Homelander (Pick your own adventure there: Pegging if you're AFAB, Bareback if you're AMAB and Fisting if you're catholic), cheating, mild exhibitionism, Homie OOC with Ashley.

Chapter 12

Limerence

He should’ve taken a leave of absence for the day, your scent– his cologne for this evening, the moment Ashley had come by to pick Ryan and take him to school– you had jumped him. 

Breakfast hadn’t satiated your appetite, your mouth wrapped on his salty shaft, head bobbing, your tongue needy watching him gasp, stilting sharp moans as Homelander was pinned firmly against the entrance, one hand cupping your head helping to kept your rhythm. 

“Fuckkk…ahh– damn babe.”

His taste was delicious, far too much sea water had soaked him, his jockstrap pushed aside as his free hand moved to lower his pants further, you giggled at the sight of his own-branded underwear staring at you.

His mind absent from the room, his thoughts consumed by your hands pumping his cock, as your mouth sucked roughly at his sensitive tip, his leg instinctively lifting lightly whimpering as your mouth licked his taint, but you never put his knee on your shoulder to make way to his special place.

Never once touching him, he could feel his bussy puckering with anticipation but you avoided pleasing him, your nails scratching at his cheeks, your attention solely on the tip of his cock by the end of the short session, you swallowed not even keeping up the lecherous sight behind tight lip grins for him to admire. 

He stroked his chin thinking of that quick peck on his cheek before you headed for work, citing that a Sister Sage’s case was time sensitive.

Now he sat in a room with The Seven discussing an the upcoming nationwide campaign for Vought-A-Burger new healthy menu choices– after much criticism for their restaurants infamously high-caloric menu, excess advertising towards children and lack of health-conscious menu options– the company caved in and decided to introduced some new options… including a Vegan burger.

Homelander was to be the face of that portobello monstrosity, something about capitalizing on this new hip dad image, the boardroom had been filled with concept art for billboards with each member of the Seven being given their own sponsored signature item.

The smell was nauseating, staring back at a sample burger sitting before him, he must’ve felt sick to have sunk his teeth on the burger, earning strange looks from A-Train and Deep as he gave it a couple chews.

Portobello cap, gluten free burger roll with black sesame seeds, vegan herb mayo, lettuce, tomato, red onions and vegan jack cheese... each ingredient puked in his tongue.

He scooted his chair, letting it whinge and squeak as he took Deep’s side, taking his hand and forcing it open, spitting the remnants of his food.

“No.”

“Sorry?” The head of the Restaurant division pet asked– Is something wrong with 'the Seven Greens'?”

“You are not serving this fucking garbage. The herb mayo is slurry goop and the terragon was a bigger mistake than your conception! The jack cheese is ashy! The bread has no flavor yet it's 3 spoonfuls of sugar somehow!! This is a fast food joint, casual or not!– These caps are going to be sitting on the ovens for hours!! Who the fuck wants to eat suggy shrooms!?” He threw the burger so fast its components failed to separate until they smacked the wall– the terragon on the herb fries, again what the fuck… the Maeve Shake is not under 120 calories is at least 300 so that’s a lawsuit in the making” he spat– just make it into a beetroom, blackcurrant and cherry smoothie– things that Maeve liked! Not just vegan strawberry “ice cream” with a raspberry swirl… not even a sorbet?” He looks at the rest of the menu– Is trash. Do it again.”

“Homelander sir this are to be launched in two months we have– 

Ashley interrupted trying to calm the beast.

“No. Not going to sell this garbage… fix the fucking shake, make the chips steakhouse cut, take the terragon off the herb mix, the chicken burger should have shredded carrot, cabbage, beets and avocado not just avocado and lettuce to call itself healthy! Put brie on the grill chicken burger– the vegan swiss is stupid! And I dunno make a fucking indian inspired veggie patty something with fucking flavour to replace the soggy shit puck!!”

He catches himself feeling their distress, their stares jabbing at his sides. It took him a second to notice that after a lifetime of indifference for food, there he was caring. Homelander thought of you again, of all the places you’d dragged him and Ryan to try, of all the dishes you made and books on food you read by his side— he had picked up on how much you’ve cared about food, thinking of that only time you eat at Vought-A-Burger, it’d been a lazy after school dinner with Ryan’s friends, while the kids whose names he struggled to memorized ate happily, you struggled to swallow the Big Homie Jr. even the fries squeezed your face… and you ate from gray water hot dog carts and dingy restaurants... he wanted at least his burger to make you happy.

Your muffin quiches tasted a dozen times better, he stood up heading to the small trolley by the entrance, pretending to ignore their stares as he served himself a glass of scotch.

“Bring that garbage back in here and I’ll rip your tongue– you sure as fuck don’t use it.” his tongue barely tingles at the booze– Ashley… have this replaced with some malt blend… this is just… water.” The bottle was 200 dollars but it ended up in the rubbish bin regardless– He stood in front of the man spearheading the project– love the ads, cute. You did a great job there but I’ll keep this thing frozen until you bring me actual food.”

He stared at the concept posters, his worst smile.

The sleep deprivation getting to him but seeing his photoshop mug disgusted him.

The night still young, he found himself back in the tower you wouldn't be back for another forty minutes at the earliest, the entire tower had been ingrained in his feet, for each movement felt automatic, his hand already knocking on Firecracker’s door, she was eager to get back on his good sides– he was angry at you.

It was easy.

It felt good to not manhandle with care, this one’s body sturdier than your glass shell.

Both never made it to the bedroom, she straddle his hips right in the living room, his pants shimmied down his hips, not even given a change to take his gloves off, the redhead’s sounds obscenely pornographic, pulling her for a kiss wanting to feel her desire, John wanted to be fed. Her resistance, and desire to simply finish herself made for poor kisses, his head began to cool down giving himself a moment to scan her apartment, it had been Starlight’s in the past but repainted to fit this girl’s new image.

It was messy, it felt cluttered in a bad way, he scanned the kitchen to find her fridge… empty, just takeaway containers and craft beers.

“Do you cook?” He said without meaning to speak.

She slowed down with a confused look, this was rude to ask mid coitus.

“No, baby… I don’t have time…ahh… that’s what the cooks are for.”

He forced a chuckle trying to bring back the mood, pulling her closer.

She winced, pushing him instinctively as his teeth nibbled at her ribs, her hand covering the bruised and bleeding spot– he had just suckled like he had always had with you.

Call it clarity, if you like. 

His brother drifted back.

“I. Hate. You.”

His reflection watched him from the TV screen. 

She could never move him like the way you did, the way your hands pulled him into the center of your vortex, he tried holding this one gently but she was frightened swallowing and forcing herself to smile, as if the deep purple bruise at her side did not stung– accepting that the difference in strength was far greater than anticipated.

He pulled out. Not angry but upset, heading to the kitchen to take some water, a kitchen sink full of plates, the stench of rotting food on the drain reeked, and not a single glass that passed his standards. You always took care of this sanctum, the fridge had at least bottled water but as he stared at the fridge– so bare, such a cumbersome appliance if not used properly.

Looking at the eager lady peeking from the corner.

“You can’t hate me” he thought trying to sound confident– "you love me… you always have loved me.”

The shape of him looked away, wishing it wasn’t confined to chrome doors.

“How could I love you? you’re a selfish manchild! You take and take and never stop appreciating all the great things I do for you!!”

“I was the one who brought them to us!!” The bottle bursted in his fist.

“You are a disgrace. I hate you… I wish… I wish… I wish I could be apart from you.”

His eyes stung, his hands moving to take the nearest cloth to try to clean up his mess.

“You don’t mean it… Y/N is just a fling to us… they’ll hate us eventually… they’ll lie to us… they lied to us about Teddy! What else has the bitch lied about!”

“And they had to stumble about us on their own… has Y/N even said anything about it? Does Y/N pitied us? Not even a peep! We were forgiven” his voice broke– John… they gave us our mother back. For us. For you to have a family, even if it didn’t work out! You think she would?”

He stood up squeezing the damped cloth over the sink.

“You know the reason I texted you the other week… is that… I can’t take the primrose path now that I have a child. Is this serious to you? If you seek dalliances I’m not in the market… You’re cute and I thought I could come back and make sense of this.”

John could only stand and watch.

“We barely know each other…” her nervousness hid poorly– I… I’d like to meet your boy one day.” Her heart rate said otherwise.

You had jumped straight into the parental role without a fuss, smoothly accommodating everything for Ryan in your routine.

“Do you have a big family? Do you think of yourself as a family woman or a career woman?”

“I have a sister… is… is everything alright?” dodging the question, he scowled.

“I only have my son… I want somebody who wants to be in his life just as much as they want to be in mine.”

Her eyes pacing around the room, looking for the perfect answer and then Homelander gave the controls back to John.

He had evened the field, John counted the seconds. Too long… it wasn’t quick enough– before her protest could begin he had already left.

Homelander was ignored, his own brother had left him on read.

He let the whisky simmer in his tongue until its flavor was just a pleasant burn with a disagreeable aftertaste.

“Ashley… could you be so kind as to have somebody buy cat supplies and send them to my penthouse.” His tone shook her more than anything he had ever done in their years of working together, it was genuinely calm, his defeated expression out of place, he turned to her, handing her the glass quite tenderly– is a surprise for Ryan. Find me the biggest cat tree you can find. My lil' champ wants two. If you need assistance with dealing with my demands for this project, just take whomever you might need so we can meet the deadline.” 

Ashley blushed as his hand petted her shoulder it wasn’t that rough overfamiliarity aiming to reduce her, it was fatherly– jumping as that solemn expression took a hold in his chiseled features, in the past she agreed with the general public on the fact Homelander was good looking, experience flushed all lustful thought out her system, but as he started parting she couldn’t help but think he looked… edible.

“We should aim to be the next Shakeshack not freaking Burger King!”

Metal doors slammed shut behind him, leaving the more senior members stunted.

“Kittens…? Ashley's mouth shaped the word looking at A-Train and Deep for confirmation– Was that real?” 

Staring now down at the cup, she wondered if this was an unknown side effect.

 Heading down to your floor. Your timing perpetually impecable– a couple folders on your arms, your sleeve coming undone, and your backpack hanging by your elbow, your hair stuck tightly behind your ear, as per instruction you made eye contact for a short second readying to provides formal courtesy-- as if he was living on borrowed time Homelander took you by the elbow, forcing you to follow him until he spotted an empty office, jamming a desk chair under the handle.

Before he could even mutter a word, you’ve already wrapped your arms around his shoulders, lips interlocking, glad he could hold his breath for a long time, but at the mercy of your tongue he gasped into your lips, his body palpitating against yours, feeling his crotch squeeze tight inside his cup.

Thinking solely of this morning’s unfulfillment.

“You wanna get me in trouble don’tcha?” You whisper giddily, stroking his chest trying to pin him further against the door, he puts up some resistance but he can’t say no to your incessant playful kisses– though we weren’t supposed to be public.”

“Just disciplining the maid…” a sharp sneer looked back at you– maybe I wanna give you my demands for tonight's dinner, instead of a caning on this tight little butt.”

Kissing your nose.

“But I am off-work hours… still got my part-time job… so are you disciplining me for my performance?”

“you’re one of my favorite employees.” he grinded at your body, pushing your hips against him– leave work early today… I promise I’ll have a surprise for you. Go pick up Ryan, let's give Ashley a break– you’re going to love it.”

He spoke with a mellow tone, behind his next kiss there’s that’s strange flavor still lingering in his tongue.

“I have an important appointment today but I can be home before five.”

You expected a grimace, that little shaky thing he did with his jaw or complete utter disbelief that you would say no to the Homelander of all people, but instead all you got was a slight ‘oh…’ and a shrug.

“As Long as you’re home early that’s okie dokie.”

Kissing your forehead, there’s something pensive in his sight but his mind was calm, he had already accepted your demands, a quake of anxiety shook you to your core as you found this path of least resistance, using your body to buy his permission slip was the plan but here he was giving you blessings as the merciful god he was. Your body flushed as you saw his present, he had no plan for the acquisitions but a cat was a cat, all he wanted was to see both your faces beaming expecting praises.

Who was this man?

John?

Homelander?

The anticipation buggered your stomach, your hands planted firmly on his chest. Perhaps it was the booze– a natural weakness? For he had avoided drinking his entire life for a reason until your argument– had this been a side-effect? Just some strong whisky and he was mellow and pliable. You kissed him more, afraid that this was an act, that he somehow had managed to bypass your powers and had been counting your final minutes.

He gave in easily, letting you lead this dance, wanton in his short moans, bodies who had caught a glimpse of the sight had begun clearing the space awaiting for the moment, something broke loudly, awaiting to inform the janitor, and the owner of this room had already been forcibly dragged away from their office, already lamenting unseen damages to his furnishing, this must’ve been a supervisor or manager office for he at least had a small entertainment area, nothing but a two-seater couch facing two stuffy chairs and the smallest coffee table he could fit snugly in the space. 

Homelander letting himself be thrown against the couch, squeaking under him– watching him so complacent made you tingle, this was delectable, licking your lips impatiently as you pull the tight fabric around his hips made your whole body flush, this was a difficult but with just a tug on his own you saw the white thin fabric gently wrapping his girthy member, hovering above the seat he awkwardly removes his bottoms– this wouldn’t be a pump-and-go.

You wasted no time to take a still floating leg to plant nibbles, tongue tracing his sartorius, each muscle a scientific marble, each bite harder than the one before,  teeth bitter at their inability to brand him, frantically doing their earnest to leave any proof you existed on him, his hand take your head, holding it as you build your way to his favorite bit.

“Fuck me.”

You raise your brows, surprise at the neediness in his voice, a sharp whine as he pulled you towards him, lines of drool connecting each other, allowing his hand to guide you where he wanted you, pressing your nose straight into his crotch basking in the gentle clean musk, dawning on you how quiet the voices became as you gave him all your attention, your tongue flicking the fabric, watching it stretch and stain around the head, lips sucking the sticky fabric clean much to his delight, his whole body twitching at your affections, his thumb stroking your earlobe, aching to pull you closer.

“Such a naughty boy… the whole floor will find out.”

“I like hearing you sing” he strained a laugh, pulling you with controlled force, your body plopping atop of his chest– I’ll behave.”

His tongue finds a home in your mouth, a nip at your lip and he flavors this risky kiss, voices getting closer to the door, their minds alerted but his made you flustered, his desire and request, wallowing in indecent desires… he meant it.

A lonely leg locks around your hips.

“So fuck me.”

His eyes traveled to your backpack, a frightening chuckle escaped his lips. 

“Or are those not for me?”

“I was gonna bribe you, so you would let me out of the house past curfew.”

He was satisfied with your answer.

Coming undone as he starts, just a flurry of kisses and touches, a coffee table is kicked aside, unsure as to how you ended up with such perfect sight, taunting you– at least the sound of your slap on his ass wasn’t diminished by the kevlar skin. Your tongue placing long wet licks, traveling up and down his taint, sucking gently on his balls, earning muffled groans, your fingers milking him, squeezing his shaft as Homelander coats your palm with pre-cum, his hand reaching after yours, whining until your fingers interlock.

This was bribery, to wash away your suspicions– as if this wasn’t more suspicious.

Testing how far he was willing to go, testing himself.

His hole was wet, hot and needy, your finger had thoroughly opened it, stretching and squelching around your fingers, feeling the wet velvety walls pruning your fingers, each wet gurgle titillating, making you swallow the pools of drool drowning your mouth– forcing him open more and more, licking as your fingers retracted, making sure he felt loved, within him a hole eager to be filled, you could only dream of seeing him like this.

“Michelangelo couldn’t do you justice”

His ass was a whole bakery, round, perfect, more than two handfuls, bouncing perfectly as your hips smack together.

His gloved hands pulled at the pillowy bottom, framing his wet sopping hole, taking each nalga with difficulty.

“You’re sucking me so greedily.”

A breathtaking nervousness took over, the back of his neck a perfect shade of coral, tiny droplets of sweat down his temple as he muffled moans into his forearm, his body shuddering as you plunge deeper, assaulting his prostate just the way he craved.

Whether it was a strap on, cock or a fist it wouldn’t have matter, all he wanted was to feel full, his ass backing into you begging you to go faster, his hips moving on their own in between your gasps, Homelander was tight and wet, grunting and whimpering as you slapped, the bounce driving you insane. 

“My perfect boy… fuckkk… you’re so fucking good… acting like a bitch in heat for me… ahh”

He bit his lip arching his back to catch a better look of your face, his cock bouncing up and down, looking at all the people around, looking at all this people who could catch him, who would drop dead if they saw him, his cock about to burst, his hand pumping furiously wanting to baptize this office room.

“Your fucking drooling, John. Who fucking taught you this? Have you been sharing this perfect ass? Or are you not a good boy?”

You whispered, your words purring in his ear drums

“No!!” Homelander heaved into your arm– I… I am a… ahh”

“I know you’re my good boy… my sweet sweet boy… this… this is all our hard work. Am I better than that toy?”

Homelander nodded, backing against your hips, wanting you deeper than anything had ever been, further than his fingers or his toy had ever reached.

Gulping and hishing unable to control the arousal in his prick, wanting to be filled more with praise and your heat.

“You.. You’re really bad at di-dirty talk.”

“Yeh.”

You both laughed lightly. Watching carefully as you could feel him tightening around you, the sounds drawn out more obscene filling all these walls with irresponsible luxuria, he was a greedy man in all manners.

Whining as pumped harshly, this american flag a hindrance– paining you to removed your hands off his hips, the warmth in the below your belly button increasing, your mind clearing as your orgasm edged closer, pulling on his flag to urge him to turn, you wanted to see his face twist and contort as you fucked the cum out of him.

Your hips sore, and your knees and feet losing footing, drool down his chin but he graciously turned around, maneuvering your body like the rag-doll you were until he was sitting atop of you, his ass rubbing what brought him so much pleasure seconds ago, hissing as he straddle himself and held you in place, gasping as the faceless mob got closer and closer to the door, all it would take was one curious idjit, and the whole world would know how perverted he was, nude fingers guided you back inside.

Your body engulfed in flame, your skin prickly with its heat.

“I love you.” you hissed– fuckkkk… I love you! you bastard! Only you!!”

“Just me?” He lifted your chin, his thumb brushing your lip– until the day you die?”

“Even in hell… ahh”

As his weight slapped your naked hips, you leaned with all your might pulling him into a kiss, finishing as your tongues interlocked, your mouths pools of spit, moaning desperately as your brain and body was hit by electric waves of pleasure, your mind going blank, shuddering against him, he moved so fast– not even enough time to note your hand wrapped around his cock beneath his palm, he pumped until hot white cum stained your dress shirt.

Looking at you with a sly grin and sleepy eyes, bouncing on your hips, groaning and moaning louder and louder thinking of dragging you so far into a scandal you could never be seen in public, he could sell it and gain a new audience– you not so much. He would own you, pumping his cock just to push every last drop, hissing as it burned good, his stomach boiling, swaying his hips in ways his toy could never get out of him, all the men that had grazed his bed, nothing but fantasies, none had touched him there until you arrived.

You felt safe. 

No man could ever touch him nor woman could see him like this, back when Maeve could make him laugh he wouldn’t have minded, tho.

You pulled his hair, eyes falling for each other once more.

“Only think of me. Just me…” You gasped, your body trembling, planting short kisses all over his face– John…”

He wondered if his face had looked distracted, but he could only groan against your lips, your arms coiled around his shape, wishing to tear off his suit, he could smell your orgasm, smell your brain filling you with dopamine and adrenaline, feeling the short trusts as your hips twitched.

Always so thick, your fingers thoroughly coated with his prized seed– a waste, you thought.

He felt atop of you, John mind just a pool of pleasure, he finally understood why his brother enjoyed this fixation, he felt filled, an inescapable suffusion, letting you stay inside until his own body winced at the discomfort, with a wet hiss he let you go, kissing you with his hand tight around your neck.

He marked you, biting and licking at your neck and face, briefly considering to allow your skin to heal, old bruises decorated all of you, fingerprints all around your hips and scabbed half-moon bites on your shoulders– Now he knew Firecracker would never accept John or Homelander creative endeavors, sensing wounded muscle around a leathered grip, but you didn’t complain-- your pain tolerance admirable.  

“If you aren’t home by five…”

“Promise me it’ll be my turn when I get home.”

“I’m going to breed you– the only bitch in heat here is you, pumpkin.”   

“I better not even remember my own name afterwards….”

“You only need mine-- just me, my love.”

“I was foolish to think I needed it otherwise, mi sol.” you laughed at the corniness of it all.

Your guts had began to communicate in klingon, twisting and screaming louder than your anxiety as you approached the historical building, only one more other office space occupied the building, most of its life within the few businesses operating at its base, and a singular tax office on the third floor, something about the current war for the right to purchase the building had made it difficult to maintain business in the Flatiron– one small office had been turned into a makeshift apartment fitting for New York.

[disabled-dean]

Garbanzo bean/chick pea flatbread update: I put vegan chive and onion cream cheese and pesto on it and it fucked soooooo hard

[justagirltryingtobethinner]

My calorie tracker

Will be updating daily on how many calories I've had! Idm if you want to ask me any questions and I'm looking for people who can relate to my situation and wont shame me either! 💕🌹

NO LONGER UPDATING. I MAY DO DAILY/SEPARATE POSTS IF PEOPLE ARE CURIOUS BUT AS OF 16/2/24 THIS POST WILL NOT BE UPDATED

~~Calories~~

4/2/24 - 300 cal!

Soup - 196 cal (400ml)

Cereal (no milk) - 104 (30g)

5/2/24 - 200 cal!

Soup (a literal go-to it tastes so good and fills you up with few calories) - 196 cal (400ml)

Green tea (rlly good hunger suppressant, gives so much flavour for so few cal) - ~4 cal (400ml)

Also I love the way that all the cals perfectly adds up to a multiple of ten and it makes me ana brain happy for some reason

6/2/24 - 0 cal!!

7/2/24- 254 cal

I was planning on fasting today but I have an important science test tomorrow and I dont want to faint during it. I did manage 48 hours and 15 minutes!! I'll post proof pics if anyone wants it

Soup - 196 (400ml)

Green tea + honey - 58 (400ml + 15g honey) (ik it's a lot of cal but it prevented a binge I still feel guilty but i was craving sweets and this prevented it + made my mum less suspicious of me)

8/2/24 - 260 cal

Soup - 188 (400ml) (found some lower cal soup in the cupboard. Istg my mum is always trying to shove the highest cal food down my throat I'm just glad she gives up after a while)

Apple - 72 (137g)

9/2/24 - 95 cal

Carrots + hummus

Carrots - 43 (147g)

Hummus - 48 (20g)

Green tea - ~4 (400ml)

10/2/24 - 403 cal

Felt like I ate a bunch today and I hate it, it's still under my limit I just feel so fat. Istg my OMAD mindset leaves my body on the weekend

Soup - 188 (400ml)

Bread + hummus

Bread - 130

Hummus - 24 (10g)

Green tea - ~4 (400ml)

Cherry coke zero - 2 (500ml)

Yoghurt pot - 55 (115g)

11/2/24 - 273 cal!

Protein yoghurt - 140 (200g)

Eggs and cracker thin thing (I cant be bothered to check what they were called rn but they were really good!!)

Egg white - 35 (66g)

Cracker thin - 38 (1 thin)

Yoghurt pot - 55 (115g)

12/2/24 - 272 cal

Hummus + bread

Hummus - 12 (5g)

Bread - 260 (2 slices)

13/2/24 - 282 cal

Rice crackers + hummus

2x rice crackers - 58

Hummus - 24 (10g)

Protein yoghurt- 142 (200g)

Strawberries + rice cracker

Rice cracker - 29

Strawberries - 29 (91g)

14/2/24 - 142 cal!!

Bread + soft cheese spread

Bread - 128 (2x slices)

Soft cheese - 14 (10g)

15/2/24 - 335 cal

Bread + soft cheese spread

Bread - 64 (1x slice)

Soft cheese - 15 (10g)

Bread + wholegrain mustard

Bread - 113 (1 and 3/4 slices)

Wholegrain mustard - 7 (3.75g)

Yoghurt pot - 56

Wrap

Corn wrap - 53 cal (1 wrap)

Vegan ham - 13 (1 slice)

Chilli hummus- 14 (5g)

16/2/24 - 250 cal!

Sandwich

Seeded bagel thin - 154

Wholegrain mustard - 10 (5g)

Vegan ham - 13 (1 slice)

Rice crackers + soft cheese

Rice cracker - 58 (2x crackers)

Soft cheese - 15 (10g)

[batsbratsandbarbedwire]

Tag 10 people you want to know better.

Tagged by: @lawrencebshoggoth who's comments I anxiously wait for at every update, 😊

Relationship status: Um, partnered, poly, entangled, there's a lover out there somewhere.

Song stuck in my head: Daisy Bell but like the creepy loop on YouTube made for the Scream TV series. Ugh always.

Last Song I Listened to: Friend of the Devil - Mumford and Sons

Three Favorite Foods: um, good question. Me and food have a complex relationship. Current safe foods are peas, oatmeal with peanut butter and brown sugar and grilled cheese, but the vegan kind because we don't like dairy in this house.

Last Thing I Googled: lol I'm embarrassing. I Googled my name and "fiction" to find a lit magazine im published in to send the short story to someone because I always forget how to find it. Please, how self obsessed.

Dream trip: I'm not like a huge traveler actually. Um, or drug user. So

Anything I want right now: A floaty, sated brat who needs a cuddle to be with me.

I don't know 10 people, so