#watch out for Barbara Lasagna

[skinnybritishdudes]

I requested a Cameo from George earlier this week and asked some questions about Appearances, the short that he's set to star in. It was supposed to have filmed a couple weeks ago but was delayed because of the fires in Los Angeles.

I thought y'all might enjoy this part regarding the Indiegogo, because I was certainly delighted:

“Christian’s made me aware of how generous the Dead Boy Detectives fandom have been in getting this film over the line, because, you know, they’re not cheap to make, and especially with the delays I think it’s—I mean we’ll get there for sure but it’s not super straightforward. So I think you guys are probably almost single-handedly producing this film, so thank you. [laughs] It’s very, very exciting. I’ll see if I can get an Edwin-ism in there for you.”

💖

[aspirationalpeony]

Quit Playin' Games (With My Heart)

Summary: While you're trying to puzzle out the mysterious Ms. Schemmenti, Janine invites you to a dinner party--at Melissa's house. Board games, bonding, and lasagna... What could go wrong? (See author's note at the end for prompt credit.) Content Warnings: A brief paragraph discussing homophobia. AO3 Link

Does Melissa Schemmenti like you?

You've got everyone else figured out. Janine would befriend an electrical pole if it had a smiley face stapled to it; Jacob befriends anyone Janine befriends. Gregory stays a little aloof, but he's been warming up the more you show him your LEGO sets. Barbara--well, she sees you as another one of the kids, you think, but you know she appreciates your self-sufficiency, tolerates you with a smile when you're in the conversation. And Ava is... Ava.

Melissa? Who knows? She called you by the wrong name the first month you were at Abbott, knowingly, watching your face with a wry twist to her mouth, waiting for you to take the bait. When you didn't, you earned your name back. She started making dry comments to you, like "You got enough glitter glue there, Martha Stewart?" as you passed her in the hall, arms full of art supplies. She saw you struggling with the copy machine one day and said, "Here," giving it a swift kick that brought it wheezing to life, but followed up with, "Thought your generation was good with tech. What do we keep you around for, huh?"

After those backhands you'd be in a spin, wondering and confused; then later that day or the day after she'd say something else, like, "Hey, not bad, shortstop," when you got something off a high shelf for her (why shortstop when you’re taller than her? Reverse psychology?), or "Good job on lunch duty. They didn't kill ya," and you'd go warm all over and your confusion would deepen and all you would think was: does she like me or not?

You’re just not sure. So you try not to listen the day they’re all in the break room, talking about a party at Melissa’s house. You can’t help but overhear snatches—Janine insisting she’ll bring lasagna, Jacob saying he’ll do dessert, Melissa saying “oh, brother” and Barbara assuring her gently, a smile in her voice, “And I’ll bring the wine”—but you keep your head down over your lunch and turn the page of your lesson plan and ignore them until Janine realizes, suddenly, that the room isn’t empty, that you’re at the table just next to them, and burbles, “Hey, you should come, too!”

Your eyes go to Melissa right away. She glances up over her cat-eye glasses and her look is inscrutable.

“Oh,” you say, “um, I don’t know. I have, like, a thing—“

“C’mon, it’ll be fun!” Janine says. “We’ll eat some amazing food—“ she flicks a curl over her shoulder, playing at an Ava-like preen—“we’ll play board games, we’ll bond…”

“I don’t want to intrude.”

“You’re not intruding!” Janine looks imploringly at her friends. “Right?”

“Yeah,” Melissa says at last, still looking at you. Your heart thumps. “You should come.”

And that’s how you end up here: Melissa’s house. You crossed the welcome mat reading GO AWAY, a cheesecake in your hands, and tried not to make it obvious how badly you wanted to stare around yourself, scrutinize every photo and every piece of furniture, trying to get a window onto this woman you can’t figure out. Everyone’s piled onto the couch or onto chairs, plastic creaking under them as they lean forward to the table to swipe a snack or their glass of wine, and there’s an open box, a few stacks of cards.

“I found this amazing get-to-know-you game,” Janine declares, sliding down to sit on Mel’s carpeted floor. “So, you spin the spinner, right, and whatever it lands on, you take a card with the same color, and then you ask the question that’s on it, and everybody answers, and—“

“How do you win?” Melissa says. She’s holding a glass of wine, its rim printed with her pink lipstick. She’s got her hair in a ponytail that leaves lots of little curls hanging everywhere. She’s wearing a tank top. These details feel incredibly important; you try not to think about them.

“Oh, uh…” Janine frowns at the instruction booklet. “I don’t think you win.”

“What’s the point of a game if nobody wins?” Melissa leans over to the coffee table, grabs a grape off a serving plate, pops it into her mouth. She glances over at Barbara, who’s perched very straight-backed in a plastic-covered armchair, nursing a little bit of wine.

“I, for one,” Jacob says, “think competition is over-valued in our society. American individualism—"

“Just spin it, Janine,” Barbara says.

Beaming at the approval of her mentor, Janine spins. She plucks a blue card: “What’s your favorite sexual—“ her eyes widen. “Uh.”

“Oh, this just got interestin’,” Melissa says, and sits up straighter.

“Let me take another one.” Janine puts that card aside. “Have you ever had a threes—okay, no. Are they all like this?”

Gregory, a silent presence sitting stiffly alongside Janine, turns over a card from the green and red piles. He reads one: “How do you like your partner to style their pubic hair?” Then, the red: “Confess to a sexual fantasy you’ve had about… A member of the group.” The questions sound even more bizarre in his level voice, although his lifted eyebrows and widened eyes telegraph his discomfort. His gaze darts to Janine, then away.

“Janine, what’s the name of this game, please,” Barbara says, looking as though she’s one syllable from combustion.

Janine lifts the lid of the box. “Adult Dinner Party. But I thought, you know, adult dinner party, a classy kind of—oh.”

Jacob picks up a blue card gingerly and turns it over. “Have you ever had sex in a public place?”

“I have,” you say. Every face in the room turns toward you. Your cheeks heat. Your eyes flicker between each incredulous look. “What? We’re supposed to answer them, aren’t we?”

“This just got interestin’,” Melissa repeats. There’s a strange look on her face, not quite amusement; you wonder if it’s respect. “Me, too.”

“Melissa!” Barbara gasps.

“What? You never got fingered in a dark ride at an amusement park?”

Barbara stands up with her wine and walks out of the room, muttering to herself. Glances pass between the rest of you. The corner of Melissa’s mouth curves up. “Spin again,” she says.

The next few questions are mercifully tamer: do you think French kissing is overrated, what’s one thing you’ll never do for a partner? More wine is poured, Melissa going around and topping off each glass, saying to Gregory and Janine, “Lighten up a little, will you?” Eventually she comes to sit on the floor with everyone else, four people around the coffee table. She’s picked a spot right at your side, your knees bumping, thighs aligned.

“Is Barbara okay?” you ask. You can smell her perfume; it’s spicy and floral and it makes you feel tipsier than you are.

“Oh, she’ll be fine,” Melissa says. “You don’t wanna know how many of my parties she’s walked out of. Hey, Barb!” She bellows it close to your ear, making you wince; it’s followed by a twinge of peculiar affection that so much volume can come from one little woman. “Check the lasagna, will ya!”

There’s an indistinct answer from the other room, full of barely-contained irritation. Melissa slugs back another swallow of wine as Jacob flicks the spinner.

He draws a card and reads, “Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex? Oh, well—obviously.”

Gregory and Janine shake their heads.

Melissa says, “Listen, what happens in cheer squad stays in cheer squad, alright,” to scandalized gasps from her audience. She looks at you. “How about you? No girls, huh?”

You’re arrested by her green gaze so close, the wine on her breath, the question itself. You start to tell her, yes, plenty of girls, but you’re blushing again, embarrassed, all your bravado from earlier draining away into the floorboards.

“Here,” she says, and leans in. You register the thought Holy shit in the moment before her lips touch yours. Her nose brushes your cheek. Her mouth is very soft and a hot breath puffs over you in the instant before she delicately parts her lips and you feel the sweet flick of her tongue. She leans back again. “Now you’ve kissed a girl.”

“Melissa!” Janine says, outraged, bewildered.

“I bet Ava would have come, if she’d known it was this kind of party,” Jacob mumbles to the bowl of pretzels in front of him.

“I’m going to go check on Barbara,” Gregory says, his shellshocked eyes firmly on the ground as he gets up.

“Hey, I’ll come with you,” Janine says, all nerves, “maybe the lasagna needs more parm,” and scrambles up after him.

Melissa’s pouring herself the last of the wine. She’s smiling to herself. You don’t get it: what was that for? Was it bait, like your name, like the ribbing comments, trying to get a rise out of you? Or maybe just out of the people around you—trying to be the most shocking in the room? You stare, trying to read the look of satisfaction on her face.

"I'll--the bathroom," you say, and get to your feet. "'Scuse me."

You've got kind of an idea where it is. The problem, you realize, is that you have to cut through the kitchen to get there. It's savory-smelling, rich with tomato scent, and full of furious whispering that dies instantly as you cross the threshold; Janine, intently grating parmigiano into a bowl, gives you a guilty look as Gregory quickly parts from her side. Barbara is at the island counter, maybe only half-participating, but she looks at you, too, and you know they've told her.

You feel it all over again: these are people who've had years to get to know each other. Who are you to them? Not really a friend, just a colleague, half-acquaintance. You're the new invitee, the odd one out, and even though it was Melissa that kissed you, you'll be the one who gets the blame for the ruined party, the awkwardness now swamping Mel's rowhouse. Your gut clenches. "Excuse me," you repeat and dart past them to the bathroom.

You run cold water from the tap and stick your wrists underneath the faucet, like you've got heatstroke. You wet your hands and press them to your cheeks, your neck, your nape, trying to quiet your thumping heart. You look in the mirror: there's a glazed look in your eye; you're conscious your lips are tingling. Why'd she do that?

You've been played with by straight women before. Not always out of conscious cruelty: some women, you've realized, are hungry for a kind of attraction that doesn't have fear and imbalance, and they can't always have that with men. They want to be wanted by someone they think won't hurt them, and they pick you--never thinking about what it does to your heart; never imagining that desire for a woman can be real, that it can mean anything to anyone.

Is that Melissa? She said that thing about the cheer squad. If she likes women, too, why would she mess with you? If she thinks you're straight, is she just trying to shock, the way she did Barb with that dirty answer about fingering, needling at what she thinks are your reservations and limitations? Because that's what she does, what she's been doing. Poking and poking, trying to get a rise. Should you have shouted? Should you have cried? What would satisfy her?

"Melissa Ann Schemmenti," you hear Barb say from the kitchen, muffled on the other side of the door. You freeze a moment, heart pounding all over again, then turn the water down to a trickle and inch toward the door, leaning closer. All you can hear are bits and pieces of what must be a thunderous lecture: "That girl... Well, I won't... You know that... Sweet, but... Learn to behave."

There's a sulky rumble in Mel's voice in answer.

You're going to have to go out there eventually. You listen a few more seconds, but if there's footsteps of people dispersing, or more conversation as they linger, you can't hear it. You resign yourself, turn off the water, dry off your hands. You give your cheeks a last press with your cold fingers, trying to ground yourself. You'll go out there and pretend it didn't happen. You'll make it through the night and see what happens tomorrow. That's all you can do.

Of course, you go out into the kitchen, and everyone else is gone, and Melissa's there.

She's frowning deeply and scrupulously wrapping the parmigiano in plastic. She says something under her breath; you catch a Sicilian curse and a "kids don't know..." When she hears the bathroom door click, her head goes up, and there's a moment, her eyes meeting yours, where she looks as nervous as you feel. She looks back down at the cheese, tightly sealing and wrapping its edges, then crosses to the big stainless fridge to put it away.

"Guess I scared you back there," she says. There's a challenge in her voice. Suddenly, your fear and loneliness uncoil; they spool out into anger. It's one thing to mess with you in words. You could call that friendliness, call it teasing. It's not fair to mess with you like this.

"You didn't scare me," you say. Your voice is stronger than you expected. Not loud, but sure. "I've kissed more girls than a cheer squad."

"Huh, look at you," Melissa says, "big player."

"What is your problem with me?"

The question catches her in the act of moving to the oven. She looks sharply at you--then away. There's something strangely un-Melissa about the act. She fiddles with the oven dial, then leans her hip against the counter and folds her arms over her chest. "Hon, if I had a problem with you, you'd know."

"Then what the hell was that?" You catch yourself starting to cross your arms, to mirror her, and lower them to your sides, where your hands clench tightly.

"I kissed ya." She lifts her chin and looks at you. "What, you didn't like it?"

Your anger wobbles; the question stumps you. "It--that doesn't--look, you've been doing this all year. Pushing me around. I don't get it. I didn't do anything to you. Maybe you think I'm annoying, or stupid, or--"

"Pushing you around?" Mel moves closer. Her voice gets a little tighter, a little louder. Her eyes glitter with challenge. "I invited you to my house."

"Yeah, you invited Jacob and Janine to your house, too."

"I don't like them the way I like you," she says, and freezes. You have a sense she's blurted something she didn't mean to say. It's stopped her right in the tracks of what she might have made an argument, draining the confidence out of her posture.

Your heart is thundering in your ears again. You replay that delicate, barely-there kiss: her face leaning toward yours, spicy scent of her perfume, wine on her breath, her green eyes, her soft, hot mouth. Her tongue. "What?" you say.

Her mouth twists. There's something faintly absurd about it, how it turns a grown woman toddleresque, and you get another pang of that strange affection from before, when she yelled right in your ear. It's strong enough to filter through your anger.

She shifts from foot to foot. With her shoes off in her own home, she suddenly looks half her usual height. Fondness washes against you. "Look," she says, "I'm forget-about-it years older'n you and I don't have time to play games, so--"

"This isn't playing games?"

She ducks her chin toward her chest. It's another gesture that's strangely unlike her. You hear Barbara's voice in your head: Melissa Ann Schemmenti... Learn to behave.

You move closer again. Her eyes flick up to yours and there's a sulky defiance in them, even when they drop briefly to your lips.

"Is this..." You don't know how to ask it. How do you ask Melissa Schemmenti do you want me in her own kitchen? "Melissa, what do you want?"

"C'mere," she says. She takes your chin in her grasp and brings you closer and kisses you again.

Wine, perfume, her skin. This time, it's not some playful schoolgirl thing. You can feel intention behind the slow press of her lips against yours. She lets it linger for a second, two, then leans back, looking into your eyes.

Whatever she sees has her turning you, your back against the counter, a hard line of granite. This time, you lean forward into her kiss. Her body presses into yours, all hips, soft belly, breasts. Her hands bracket your body against the edge of the countertop. Her way of deepening the kiss is to nip your lower lip and make you gasp, so that her tongue can flick into your mouth, brushing against yours and sending tingling ripples through your whole body.

You cup her jaw. She’s so, so warm. You slide a hand back and brush some of those loose, careless locks of red hair behind her ear. You kiss her and kiss her; when your tongue teases against hers, deliberately now, she makes a sound like a whimper that you feel head to toe, like a current of lightning passing through you, dispersing into the ground.

“So,” she says, with you securely pinned, flushed, breathing hard, “what do you think?”

What do you think? You go back in for another kiss. She chuckles against your mouth and can barely kiss you back for her smug smile. This time, it’s your kiss, not hers, and you explore exactly how you want to: sucking and nibbling her lower lip, licking into her mouth, your hands dropping to her waist, pulling her against you. She melts into you, and there’s a thunderous sense of power and desire in you, tied to how her arms come up to loop around your neck, how her spine softens and her body sways into yours.

When you’ve got your breath back, you ask her, “Should we go back out there?” You know you have to, but you don’t know how you’ll manage it. You’re sure you have this moment written all over your face, glassy-eyed and out of breath. Melissa does, too: her lipstick is smeared. “Maybe in a few minutes?”

“I think,” she says, “I should kick all of ‘em outta here, and you’n’me keep the game and the lasagna, and we have some fun.” Her hand drops, intervening between your body and the counter so she can firmly grab your ass. You squeak. “Huh?”

“I—I think that would be pretty rude.”

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah,” she says, though she doesn’t let go of your ass. “And they planned this whole thing for us, so…”

“Wait—” you lean back a little to get a clear picture of her face. “What?”

“Janine’s idea,” she says. “I found out after they invited you. They knew I thought you were cute—“

“You told them that?”

“Course I didn’t,” Melissa says, “I look like somebody who goes splashin’ their business everywhere? ‘Specially where Janine can hear it? I’ll tell you about what she did to me’n my sister some time. They figured it out on their own. I mighta been lookin’ at your ass at work.” She gives it a pinch.

“So the board game…” You frown.

“I think that was an accident for real.” Her face pinches in a frown. “‘Magine Janine tryin’ to get us to talk dirty to each other out there?” The frown vanishes and the leer she gives you makes you feel very, very naked. “We could talk dirty in here, if you wanna.”

“Okay,” you say, “I think we have to go serve dinner.” If you let her keep going, you don’t know if you’ll have the will to stop her. You hear the next thought in her voice: What? You never got fingered in a kitchen with all your coworkers right outside? “Wait—“ your brow creases. “Did Barbara seriously go along with this?”

Melissa clears her throat. “She didn’t know at first—and then, I wanted her here, y’know, in case, uh…”

“Things went badly?” you supply. Melissa pinks. You smile at the sweet strangeness of it. “Were you guys going to drink a bottle of wine so you could… Mope about me?”

“I wasn’t gonna mope about ya,” Mel says, “because I knew you weren’t gonna turn me down, and you’d be an idiot if you did, so.”

“I would,” you agree, and have to go back in for another kiss, two, three. “I would be an idiot,” you murmur against her.

“Okay,” she says when you can finally stop kissing her, “okay.” She gives your ass a slap that makes you gasp. Her eyes narrow, cataloguing that response, and her smirk, of course, resurfaces. “You take the lasagna out of the oven. I gotta fix my lipstick.” She steps away, and pauses. “You might wanna…” She gestures to her mouth.

You rub your tingling lips and your fingers come away with the pink of her lipstick. Your face heats.

“Or keep it,” Melissa says, “looks good on you,” and she gives a preening toss of her high ponytail as she turns away to the bathroom.

You watch her go, her hips swaying as she moves. You have a sense of the world tilted on its axis: all that teasing and game-playing—because she likes you? More than likes you—wants you? Janine inviting you, Jacob and Gregory playing along—because they really do care? Barbara scolding Melissa in this kitchen—because she wants her best friend to treat you right?

You find a napkin and scrub the lipstick off your mouth. Each step you take across the kitchen feels like levitation, an inch or two above the floor. You check the lasagna. There’s two: one big lasagna, and another small, plain one for Gregory. You lift each casserole dish out of the oven, and they smell better than ever in a house full of friends.

You cross to the doorway and peek out into the living room. “Lasagna’s ready,” you say to the four faces that turn to yours, and you know you’re smiling like an idiot, but you can’t help it.

Janine bounces up. “I can’t wait for you to tryyyy itttttt,” she sing-songs. “I learned from the best!”

Barbara passes you to find plates and ready the table. She gives your arm a little pat as she goes—the first time she’s ever touched you. You feel a Janine-like burst of effervescence at the thought that Melissa’s best friend approves.

Melissa reappears. She picks up a cutter for each lasagna, an armful of cloth napkins, another bottle of wine. Jacob and Gregory gather the glasses from the coffee table. You stick your hands back into the oven mitts to carry each dish in.

As everybody gets settled in, pulling out chairs, Janine proudly adding her bowl of grated parmigiano to the table (“just in case!” she burbles), you catch Melissa’s eye. She’s looking at you, a soft fondness in the gaze; the tender creases at the corners of her eyes make your chest squeeze around your heart, which feels three, four times as large as it was before.

“What do you think?” you ask the table. “Should we bring over the cards?”

Your friends laugh. Barbara shakes her head and rolls her eyes. Melissa Schemmenti, looking at you, smiles.

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Author's Note:

My next fic was intended to be a sadder hurt/comfort fic, but I received the following prompt from @morgana-larkin:

I love your first fic and I wanted to know if you could do one more on the fun side. Where the whole group goes to either Melissa or reader’s place for game night and they all end up playing truth or dare while drunk and someone dares one of them to kiss the other. Then after everyone leaves the two of them end up admitting their feelings. Thank you!

I did make some tweaks to the premise to suit my storytelling style, which I hope is okay. I did my best to honor this fun and lovely prompt. Thank you so much!

[forsoobado137]

SO Canada got kidnapped by a suburban mom?

Yeah technically. Canada's car broke down. This was before the days of cellphones and shit so he couldn't really call someone to pick him up. Then, this nice middle-aged lady named Barbara offered him a ride. During the drive, she started talking about her life and her kids leaving for college and her dog etc. Canada kinda got to know her and she seemed really kind.

Halfway through the conversation, Canada was like "wait a minute, Barbara's been driving for 30 minutes and this is not my destination." Before he said anything, She offered to buy him some beer when she stopped for gas. While she was in the store, and Canada was all conflicted because on one hand, he wanted to go home. On the other hand, free beer.

Barbara came back with the beer, and Canada checked the can before drinking it. He noticed her pulling up by a small house in a nice neighbourhood. Barbara wanted him to come in and she'd make him some dinner. It was almost midnight and cold as balls outside, so Canada was like "It'd be rude to refuse, eh?"

She made him a delicious casserole, Canada watched a bit of TV, and he fell asleep on the couch. Next morning, he woke up and was like "I should really get going." But then Barbara was like "Oh...but I made you breakfast!" It would be rude to say no, so he ate breakfast (which was also pretty good).

Then, Canada noticed that all the doors were barricaded. But still he's like "I'm already here I can't leave..." Barbara admitted that she wanted him to stay because she hated seeing a young man like him so stressed all the time in his public appearances.

A couple days later, authorities had found Canada's abandoned car. There was this massive search party for him. They suspected terrorists, political enemies, and people who wanted ransom money. While all of this was going on, Canada was just chilling at Barbara's house watching TV and eating mac n' cheese with a foreboding feeling that this situation was really serious. But he just couldn't bring himself to try and leave so impolitely. After all, Barbara was so sweet, and she seemed so lonely.

Then the police found him and there was a bit of a stalemate between them and Barbara before Canada was like "Welp, I think I should head out now before you get in trouble." Barbara relented, but only if he finished his beer and brought some leftover lasagna with him. Canada left, Barbara got arrested, and unfortunately the lasagna got confiscated by authorities.

[missellafitz]

For the record, my belief about these two being together preceded this YouTube comment. Why did I believe it? Well, just watch A Man and His Music with Ella and Jobim from 1967. Ella and Frank have an undeniable chemistry. They're uncharacteristically playful together (by that, I mean that Frank is "known" to be this hard guy and Ella is typically described as being incredibly shy and nervous. But there were no nerves on the program nor was Frank being a hard ass or a blow hard. I'll write an entire post about that show, so back to this comment)...

I love this comment 😅. And I've spent two months trying to verify the claims made in it. Let's go through each:

1. Did Ella ever perform in a hotel on Ocean Drive in Miami Beach circa 1983? I have not found evidence of this although she has certainly performed on Ocean Drive in other, documented years. It would take archived Miami newspapers to really get the answer to this one, and I ain't near Florida.

2. "With a combo" - She performed from the 1970s on with a combo, so this checks out.

3. Favorite male singer is Frank Sinatra? Haven't done an extensive search on this, but her comments about Frank through the years would suggest so. She went to his concerts as much as she could.

4. Secret affair for over 20 years? The CRUX of the question! Here's my take, if this is true, what were the years? I'd say from 1955 to the mid to late 70s. By 1955 they were both divorced or separated (Ella divorced in 1953 and Frank and Ava separated in 1954 and finalized their divorce in 1957). So if we start with 1955, then they could've been together until the late 70s which is before she allegedly told this guy about her and Sinatra's past tense affair. Really, I think it was from 1955 to whenever Frank married Barbara. And to anyone who thinks Ella or Frank believed in fidelity, well, read any book about them. Even my girl Ella was with a few married men over the years, so that isn't something that would've stopped them from being together.

Furthermore, Ella had a thing for secrets. Her early life was a secret. She had other, secret affairs, specifically one with a pediatrician that lasted a long time. And then her secret marriage to Ray Brown and that Norwegian guy Thor Larsen, which no one can really say was real or not but everyone can say it was a secret. Plus, both Frank and Ella were extremely private to the end of their respective lives. So, I mean, they weren't contending with TMZ back then.

5. "Italian Restaurant Patsy's" - A real place that Frank visited frequently. I will edit this if I find evidence of Ella ever going there. Also, Ella is known for loving Italian food which was mentioned in the book Up Close: Ella Fitzgerald and in the interview she did with Brian Linehan in 1974. In the interview she says, when speaking about her cookbook collection, "I got a book from Venice, and I get that book and read about that pasta. And oh boy, it sounds so good. It reads so good." She continues, "I go to [my road manager's] house. His wife makes the best lasagna. Oh boy, can she make that."

(UPDATE) The owner of Patsy's has commented on how Frank would visit the restaurant and who he would bring with him. When asked if Frank would come alone, the owner said, "No, he was always with a big group. He'd have his friends. He brought the whole Rat Pack here [...] And he would bring a lot of his friends, either acting friends or music friends." Ella, in this, would certainly be considered a "music friend." Also, in the same video, the owner talks about how Frank used a private entrance to the restaurant to avoid fans and press. He also ate in a private room. I could totally see him and Ella using that private entrance and having a meal with no one knowing they were there, perhaps on a date, except for the owners. Video can be found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hP6qHzIztUM&ab_channel=WalkInFaithCraigSyracusa

6. "Catch a cab down to the Met and catch an opera" - This is very plausible as the Met is only a 7 minute drive from Patsy's. And of course, we know Frank and Ella love music.

(UPDATE) According to Phoebe Jacobs, Ella preferred to take cabs whenever she was in NYC, actually going so far as to fuss about not using cabs when other transportation was sent. I haven't found any evidence that Frank would use cabs, but I would guess that Ella would override him if they were out together, just based on how serious she was about taking cabs.

For the record, I will be revisiting this post to add additional evidence as I come across it.

[horsechestnut]

I've actually been gathering small facts as I read through Batfamily comics! I'll share the full document someday once I get it organized better and have it finished, but here's some info I've gathered so far:

Barbara-

- Was in the hospital for 10 weeks and 3 days after the Joker’s attack (The Batman Chronicles #5) - Has a Master of Law Degree from Harvard, successfully took the bar exam and can legally practice law (Batman: Gotham Knights #25) - Had braces until at least Junior Year (Birds of Prey #84) - She had a crush on Killer Moth (Birds of Prey #84)

Cass-

- Favorite ice cream flavor is chocolate (Batgirl 2000 #13) - Morning drink of choice is tea. (Batgirl 2000 #58) - Takes very long showers (Robin #138) - Watches reality tv shows (Batgirl #65)

Dick-

- Bruce made Dick breath straight toxin so he could properly identify the symptoms of different forms of asphyxiation (Nightwing Annual 1) - Been best friends with Donna Troy since he was 13. She called him to talk after her first date (New Titans 1988 #89) - Learned to pick pocket as a child (Nightwing #74, but also Nightwing gets kinda racist around this era, so take it with a grain of salt.) - His first word was Rube (Nightwing #102)

Jason-

- Had an interest in working on the school play (Batman Annual #12) - When he was in school he had a 94% average (Batman Annual #12) - Interested in cars (According to Bruce, Detective Comics #790) - Favorite ice cream is Neapolitan (According to Bruce, Detective Comics #790) - Favorite color is green (According to Bruce, Detective Comics #790)

Stephanie-

- Was on the gymnastics team in high school (Showcase '95 #5) - Played Varsity Girls Softball since sophomore year (Huntress/Spoiler Blunt Trauma) - Is 15 when she finds out she’s pregnant (Robin #59) - Went into labor sometime around 4:00 am (Robin #65) - It’s 11 blocks from the nearest bus station to her/her mom's house. It’s the Blue Line (Robin #103). The house is about 40 minutes from downtown Gotham (Batman #643). - The name of the neighborhood she grew up in is Widowstone Creek (Robin #109) - Took piano lessons until she was about 12 (Robin #103) - Steph’s Spoiler suit is Eggplant. In her words “Purple would be stupid” (Robin #105) - Mashed Potatoes are her comfort food (Robin #111)

Tim-

- Favorite Pizza is Canadian Bacon, Onion, and Artichoke Hearts (Robin #116) - Anti pineapple on pizza. (Robin #62) - Tim’s parents did use to go to Europe without him during the summer, but it’s unclear if he was alone alone or not (Robin #100) - Jack Drake is an amateur archaeologist. It is not his job. (Robin 80 Page Giant) - Plays the in universe D&D (C&C) with Ives (Robin #116) - Lasagna is one of his favorite foods (Robin #124) - Hates needles (Robin #130) - His dad dragged him to the Gotham Arena every time the National Rodeo Tour was in town (Robin #133) - Also Tim got a special driver's license when he was 14 because his dad was using a wheelchair. (I don't have the issue on hand, sorry)

Unfortunately I have not read anything with Damian or Duke yet, so I don't have anything for them.

I’ve scoured the internet for tidbits of info, such as: Dick’s favourite ice cream flavour is mint chocolate chip, Stephanie likes waffles, and Jason is a messy eater. But now I’d like to hear from you! What are some random batkid facts that you know? Or, what random/embarrassing/interesting facts do YOU think should be canon? Like, should Tim be allergic to avocados? Does Duke have any secret hobbies? Should Stephanie randomly know how to juggle six beanie babies at once? Comment your thoughts!

[gillianthecat]

Annual Tag Game for 2022 aka Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

(it's still 2022 in a few time zones!)

Thanks for the tag @amos-reviews, @petrichoraline, @chimerasinourskyline and @catwalkninja ❤

• three ships •

I don’t know how to pick favorites, but these are three that I loved that jumped out when I looked through my spreadsheet.

Yai and Mangkorn, Big Dragon

Gao Shi De and Zhou Shu Yi, We Best Love

Seo Joon and Ji Woo, To My Star (1 & 2)

• first ships •

I puzzled over this for a while, because I only thought in terms of “shipping” in the past few years. But I think the first fictional romantic relationship that I remember actively thinking about was Talia and Kris from Mercedes Lackey’s Arrows of the Queen. Which is an interesting place to start because (spoiler alert, of a sort) they didn’t have a romantic relationship, they were very good friends who became fuckbuddies (although I didn’t yet know that word at age 11 or 12) even though her soulmate was someone else. In retrospect, I think that set me up very well for thinking of relationships both in fiction and real life–that sex could be something fun and free and didn’t needed to be saved for one person, that sex and romance didn’t always have to go together. And although I wasn’t that interested in Talia’s relationship with Dirk, her soulmate, I didn’t want her to end up with Kris instead, I enjoyed their friendship as it was. So does that count as shipping? I don’t know. In terms of characters who weren't together in the story that I thought should be together? I have no idea who the first were.

• last song •

We were listening to Barbara Streisand Christmas album earlier this evening. It seemed appropriate somehow to listen to Christmas songs sung by a famously Jewish woman on New Year’s Eve.

Although technically, I suppose the last song I heard was whatever Billie Eilish’s brother Phineas was singing on ABC’s New Year’s Eve show in LA. I don’t know what the song was; we were too busy trying to figure out if he was Billy Eilish’s brother to pay attention to that.

• last movie •

Glass Onion

• currently reading •

ehhh. nothing. I didn’t even get any books for Christmas. I really haven’t been reading much of anything lately, which is odd for me, someone whose identity has often been “reader.”  I guess I’ve been keeping up with Taylor Fitzpatrick’s hockey stories as I’m emailed updates, but that’s about it. I think my most recent book was Naomi Novak’s The Golden Enclaves.

• currently watching •

To Sir With Love

GAP the series

Between Us

My School President

Never Let Me Go

Till the End of The World

Candy Color Paradox

True Beauty (Korean het romcom)

The New Employee

Although many of these I’m several weeks behind on.

• currently eating •

We had lasagna for dinner, which turned out quite well, I’m pleased with it, along with asparagus, salad and garlic bread, and for desert we had chocolate fondue with all sorts of fruit and marshmallows and pretzels, because my parents are very into fun little things and have all these little individual sized fondue pots with tealights they wanted to use.

• craving •

In terms of food, absolutely nothing, I am so full right now. In terms of other things, I guess a few days completely to myself? This visit has actually been pretty low key and I’ve had plenty of down time, it’s more that the week and a half I thought I would have to myself when I get back is not to be since I’m helping my brother move then and it turns out my parents will be coming with me to help as well. So I’m feeling a little stressed about getting overwhelmed by people, and thus craving alone time more because it feels like it’s been stolen from me unexpectedly.

I'm going to tag the last (taggable) 9 people who followed me, although I have no idea if any of you are interested in doing this: @0persimmon @kdramaandbts2022 @sweetsorrow059518 @gabriel-the-angel @rainbowstan @puppydeul-blog @bri-with-luv @angelsindeepconversation @99pacificpassions. Hi new friends!

[chelsfic]

Leftovers - Part 12/12 - Nandor the Relentless x Female Reader Fanfic

For Previous Parts: WWDITS Masterlist

Summary: The reader shares her last night alive with her new family.

A/N: I realized as I was writing this that this whole fic could really be read as an elongated metaphor for my falling in love with this show and this fandom. I hope you guys like this ending and aren’t disappointed. 

Warnings: Angst, Emotions, Crack humor, Turning into a vampire

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It’s an hour after sunset and you can hear your housemates stirring. You’re still lying in bed. The ceiling overhead is cracked and peeling in places. You suppose this probably won’t be your bedroom for much longer. Nandor will want you to move into his crypt. Will you have your own coffin? Or will he want to keep sharing? How does one even purchase a coffin for...personal use?

You know you’re stalling. Nandor is being uncharacteristically patient, but he won’t wait all night. You’re not afraid. Okay, you’re afraid. But, you’d be stupid not to be. You saw Guillermo during his transition. He looked like hell for about three whole days. But you know Nandor will take care of you. Well, strike that. You know Nandor will try to take care of you and if he fails, Nadja and Guillermo will be there. 

The night you met...the night you almost became a meal...was your birthday. So much has happened since then. You’ve been kept prisoner, fed upon, attacked, hurt. You’ve also fallen in love with every vampire in this crazy house, even Colin Robinson, bless his heart. Nandor and his bizarre mix of vicious lust and achingly sweet softness has somehow pulled you into this world, into a place you’ve always belonged without even knowing it. So, yeah, you’re afraid. But the idea of not spending every night for the rest of eternity surrounded by these beautiful, damaged, stupid idiots is even more frightening.

A knock comes at your door and Nadja’s voice trills, “Hello, human? May I come in?”

You roll onto your side and sit up, dangling your bare legs over the edge of the bed. You’re wearing one of your few dresses because...well, because you’re going to die tonight and shouldn’t you dress up a little?

Nadja slips inside looking resplendent and deadly as always. She gives you a sympathetic smile and comes to sit next to you.

“Feeling a little nervous about our unholy transition, are we?” she ducks her head and gives you that mama-vampire-knows-best look of hers.

You lean your shoulder into hers, taking comfort in her presence.

“Maybe a little…” you admit. “I’m not having second thoughts or anything it’s just…”

“A little spooky wooky, yes?” Nadja supplies. She wraps her arm around your back and pulls you closer. “Don’t concern your head off, darling. I don’t know if you realize this but I am considered a bit of an expert. I’ve turned many, many humans in my time. Including my dear Laszlo. I’ll make sure Nandor does not slip up and accidentally make you into a zombie monstrosity like my poor Topher.”

You rear back and stare at Nadja with horror stricken eyes, “That’s a possibility!??”

Nadja chuckles and tweaks your nose, “I am giving you sarcasm! To lighten the mood! It’s working, yes?”

You let out a long-suffering sigh that hiccups into nervous laughter.

“I love you, Nadja,” you say with sudden, overwhelming emotion. You dive forward and wrap your arms around her in a fierce hug.

Nadja is stricken for a moment and she pats your back gingerly, “That’s...very nice. You think you want to come downstairs now? Because Nandor is being a real donkey dick down there waiting for you, but his balls are too shriveled to come up here and get you himself.”

You laugh and pull back from the hug, wiping tears from your eyes, “Yeah, let’s go. I’m ready.”

---

“SURPRISE!” 

“HAPPY DEATHDAY!”

“SMASHLEY’S IN DA HOUSE!”

“What’s crack-a-lackin’?”

Nandor looks supremely put out when everyone yells something different as you walk through the door to the fancy room. Does no one listen to him? They had an agreed upon plan! He scowls at at the other vampires, especially fucking Colin Robinson, before sweeping over toward you and taking you from Nadja’s arm.

“Welcome to your Death Day Party! Do you like it?” Nandor looks down at you with those wide, sparkling eyes that make you forget he’s a centuries old blood-sucking fiend who once conquered nations and slaughtered thousands. 

You take in your surroundings with a look of wonder. There’s a giant glitter banner hanging above the fireplace that reads “Congratulations on your Dark Awakening.” You recognize it as Nandor’s handiwork at once. Also, Guillermo has obviously been to Party City because everyone is wearing pointed birthday hats with little Dracula emojis all over them and the whole room is absolutely covered in crepe paper. 

“It’s...so cute!” you squeal, grabbing him around the middle in an enthusiastic hug. This is...just want you needed. A little goofy, human levity before stepping off the edge of the unknown. Your eyes continue wandering over the room until they fall upon a long table set up against the wall. “Oh...my g--gahhhh--is that mac and cheese?”

The table is covered in dish after dish of all your favorite comfort foods. Macaroni and cheese, pizza, lasagna. Apple pie, blueberry pie, cherry pie! There’s a whole giant bowl of Reese’s peanut butter cups. You pull away from Nandor and dash across the room, launching yourself into Guillermo’s arms.

“You’re the sweetest monster I’ve ever known!” you cry, doing your best to squeeze the unlife out of him.

Guillermo laughs, “Listen, you’re going to be puking for days either way. You might as well have one last chance to enjoy human food.”

You roll your eyes, “Thanks for the reminder, Memo.”

“Alrighty!” Nandor is suddenly picking you up from behind and plucking you out of Guillermo’s arms. “That’s enough of that. Why don’t you have some of this--” he turns his head away from you and gags “--yummy food and then we’ll listen to some human musical arrangements that Nadja and Laszlo have prepared.”

Nandor hovers at your side, watching with a wrinkled nose as you pile food onto your plate. You’ve barely made a dent in the impressive spread and you’re feeling guilty about the waste when Colin Robinson ambles up.

“So, nervous about Nandor draining all your blood and killing you tonight?” he asks breezily.

You ignore the question and instead ask one of your own, “Hey, you think you can bring some of the leftovers into your office tomorrow? I’d hate to waste all this…”

Colin’s face lights with a maniacal grin, “Barbara’s on a diet...Yeah...this will be perfect!”

You settle onto one of the couches, sandwiched between Guillermo and Nandor. Both vampires look vaguely nauseated as you tuck into your food, but they’re holding it together.

Laszlo stands up with Nadja and starts strumming a guitar as he addresses everyone, “When I first met our human I assumed she’d soon be fertilizing my vulva garden--”

Nadja slaps his arm and Nandor hisses indignantly.

“But! But!” Laszlo continues, bowing with a flourish in your direction. “I came to realize that this particular human was something special. I decided to accept her into the fold. Mostly because she kept Nandor off my back and also my wife threatened to maim my testicles if I ate her…

“So, here we are, human. The last night of your life and we’ve got just one thing to say…”

The couple launches into a screeching, cloying rendition of “(I’ve had) The Time of my Life” from the Dirty Dancing soundtrack (blatantly stolen from Laszlo’s catalogue of compositions). Your face is frozen in horrified laughter and you flick your gaze to Guillermo’s to see that he’s covering his mouth to stifle his own laughs. On your other side, Nandor is clapping along and bobbing his head with the music. Yup, this is your tribe.

The party goes on for another couple hours. Laszlo and Nadja perform several more “hits” before finishing up with “The Girl in the Village with the Very Small Foot.” Nadja’s singing voice is still ringing in your ears when Nandor bends down to whisper, “It’s time, my human.”

The levity of the party has done a lot to calm your nerves, but you can’t help the sudden grip of anxiety around your throat at his words. You look up, falling, once again, into the fathomless depths of his lovely, dark eyes and you think, That’s what this is. You’re going to live in that deep, dark beauty from now on. There’s nothing scary about that. 

You both stand up to leave and say your goodbyes. Laszlo and Colin wish you luck. Guillermo hugs you and presses several quick kisses to your cheeks as Nandor murmurs warningly, “Watch it!”

When he releases you, you’re suddenly engulfed in the arms of a crying Nadja.

“I do love you, you magnificent, ruthless baby!” she sobs. “Nandor, if you fuck this up I’m going to make a hat out of your asshole.”

You laugh into her shoulder and Nandor complains, “Yeesh! Alright, calm down, Nadja!”

By the time you’ve pried yourself from Nadja’s grip you’ve joined her in crying and your face is soaked. Who knew vampires could be so sentimental?

Nandor grimaces in distaste as he brings his hands up to wipe away the tears.

“Ready!?”

---

Nandor’s crypt looks just as it always does. No crepe paper or glitter in sight. Just the warm glow of candles, the rich red and gold accents of the decor, and the solid familiar bulk of the coffin where you’ve spent so many nights wrapped in his protective embrace. He leads you over to the chaise lounge and you both sit, fidgeting nervously and darting shy glances at one another.

Nandor plucks at the fabric of your dress, “This is nice.”

You smile faintly, “Thanks, I--I thought maybe I should dress up for the occasion. Is that stupid? I guess it’ll just get stained…”

“No,” Nandor cuts in, looking earnest and serious. “No, I’ll be careful.”

You nod and fall silent again. The knowledge of what you’re about to do seems to hang like a thick curtain between you. The easy intimacy that you’ve shared is strained with the gravity of what is to come. Nandor finally huffs out an exasperated sigh and pulls you into his lap. At first you think he’s just going to bite the bullet, so to speak, and dig into your neck at once. But instead he grabs your face and pulls you into a searing, all-consuming kiss. 

He tangles his fingers in your hair, pushing his tongue into your mouth with a low groan. You stroke your hands down the long column of his throat, running them across his broad shoulders and down his back. How this man--this perfectly imperfect, wonderfully fragile, fierce warrior man--has come to choose you, you can’t begin to understand. For countless other human souls, catching the eye of Nandor the Relentless has meant grim misfortune. For you, finding yourself the prey of a murderous vampire is the best thing that’s ever happened in your life. 

Except maybe being MVP at last year’s championship bout.

Nandor’s lips fall away and he looks up at you, panting heavily with his hair mussed and tangled. His gaze flicks down to your exposed throat and you see him swallow in anticipation. He reaches for something on an end table and shows you the stainless steel travel mug containing his blood. You take it from him noting the strip of masking tape on the lid with Nandor’s elegant scrawl--his name and the date.

You snort, setting the container down on the cushions beside you and looking back up at Nandor.

“Prepare yourself, my mortal,” he growls, fangs elongating and eyes flashing with a predatory gleam. 

You turn your head, baring your neck for your vampire boyfriend, and answering lightly, “I have a name, you know.”

---

THE END

A/N: Hey, thank you so so so much to everyone who read and supported this fic from the beginning! Your comments and encouragement mean the world to me!

Tags:

@festering-queen, @kandomeresbitch, @strangestdiary, @glitterportrait, @scuzmunkie, @redwoodshadows, @sarasxe, @rileyomalley 

[bunnys-beetlejuice-blog]

some kind of loud, attention grabbing noise that lets you know ITS FIC TIME, BABYYYYY you could start here, but the context... the build up.. the hours of worldcrafting, you'd miss it all... so start here, instead, then circle back.

These last two weeks have actually been nice. She and Adam had both mutually agreed that, despite not being the kind of person either of them would intentionally seek out on their own, Beetlejuice (she still has a hard time believing that’s what BJ stands for, but okay,) is fun. Not just fun, but funny, and seemingly often in the mood to laugh, in that overblown, Vincent Price horror movie way he does, which earns him multiple shushes in the library.

Drama club has gotten better. Barbara has a private theory that what most people need is to just get used to BJ, to spend enough time with him that he stops looking like an outsider, and it’s coming true, slowly, but finally. BJ had mentioned off-handedly he played ukulele, and when the other kids had expressed interest, he’d brought it with him the next day... Though she’s not quite sure where he kept it, the entire day. She’s seen that mess of a locker he’s got. She doubts it fits in there. And it can’t have been in his backpack, either, because every time he sets it down, she can hear what sounds like glass and rocks settling. She’s even seen him, after school, pick up a rock and shove it in one of the pockets. She has to assume his bag weighs a hundred pounds, or so.

His instrument, almost predictably, was painted with black and white stripes, but he’d played the little thing like a pro. She had never taken him for someone who enjoyed the mellow, soft sounds the ukulele was known for, but clearly, she doesn’t know enough about the boy. Miss Larson, the drama instructor, had clapped, and learned that BJ could read music, too. “Maybe while we’re practicing, you can accompany us?” She’d asked, clearly trying to work a way into getting more participation out of their newest member. BJ had been flustered, but had agreed, easily.

The wildest thing had been hearing him sing. They’d moved from being in the drama room, most days, to being in the auditorium, working on lines and practicing their singing. No one’s been officially cast, yet, but it’s mostly to get used to being on stage. Miss Larson had insisted that BJ sing a few lines for them, and he’d sort of made a face, ducked backstage, and had appeared with his ukulele in hand. Barbara didn’t even know he’d put it back there.

“Uh, so, sing what?” He’d shuffled awkwardly, and Miss Larson had smiled. “Whatever you feel,” to which BJ just snorted, and rolled his eyes, but then he plucked a few notes on his ukulele, and started to sing.

“There’s a camp, there’s a camp, by the frozen lake, wa wa ooh. With every belly starving and every finger numb, but up on the hill there’s a red, red rum, somebody’s always cooking something in the lean-to.”

It wasn't a song she’d recognized, but it was clearly morbid. She shouldn’t have expected anything different. The real focal point was his voice, his strange, scratchy pitch, because despite sounding like he gargles sandpaper and nails, he’s got a strong, clear tone, one that carries well, and as he sings, he doesn’t hit a single sour note. She also noted that his enunciation is much clearer when he’s singing, oddly enough. He sang as much as he decided he needed to, and clung to his ukelele as he finished, like a lifeline. “So. Yeah.” He’d said, and then flinched when the clapping started, from all members present, but especially her and Adam. He’d stood looking around at them all, utterly baffled.

“You didn’t tell us you would sing!” Jeremiah, the student director, was the one who looked the most enthused, and BJ balked. “Didn’t think it mattered. M’just gonna be a stagehand.. Right?”

“Maybe he could play the dentist?” Miss Larson had looked at Jeremiah, and they’d begun talking amongst themselves, ignoring him, as he strummed nervously at his instrument.

“Oh, wait, check this out!”

And he sings again, another verse from that same, oddly morbid song, which she’d started to pick up is definitely about cannibals, but his voice is.. Different. The grit is gone. It’s like he’d ran his vocal cords under some hot soapy water, and washed all the grime and gravel out of them, because he sang like an angel, like a normal person, and then, suddenly, devolved into a hacking cough, doubled over.

“Sorry, can only do that so long. Hurts my throat,” he said, after a moment, all the grit back in his voice. He waited. There had been a soft laugh, and then it grew louder, coming from each of the members watching him in turn, because the idea that speaking like THAT somehow hurts, and his normal tone doesn’t, is just so outrageous and silly, and he’d stood there proudly, grinning in that way he does, because his joke had landed, and he might, for the first time since he was forced into their club, be enjoying himself.

So, yes. The last few weeks have been good. Very good.

All that club progress aside, looking back makes her a little flustered, because at this point, she’s gotten the hint that he’s not gay. What he is, is incredibly flirty, not only with Adam but with her, and she finds herself... enjoying it. He keeps his ukulele tucked into the bottom of the cart in the library, and sometimes, when he’s certain he won’t be interrupted, he grabs it and sings little songs about them, laying on top of the cart like a drunk lounge singer on a piano, as she or Adam wheel it along. The songs are made up on the spot tunes that often start dirty, and end sincere, like he can’t even help it. It’s embarrassing, and endearing, and just very… Beetlejuice.

There’s just the problem lingering overhead, the one she’s desperate to solve, of Kevin. BJ doesn’t talk about him, abruptly changes the subject when she tries, or just goes silent, and gives her a hard glare with those amber eyes, which is the worst of the three options, because silence on him is unnerving. He can do this thing where he goes deathly still, and she swears he doesn’t even breathe, just stands there, totally unmoving, like a corpse.

She thinks if she could just go to his house, and talk to his mother, she might get a better understanding of the entire situation, but despite him inviting them, he’s never followed up, and both Adam and herself are too polite to push.. Directly. But then, he doesn’t show up that day, not for library duty and not for drama club, and she makes the decision for him, that today is the day they’ll be coming over. She gets his address out of the guidance counselor, easily. “It’s so sweet you two want to go check up on him,” Mrs. Birch says, sliding his address across her desk to Barbara. “I knew the drama club would be a good fit for him! He’s already making friends!”

Adam’s mom is nice enough to drop them off, and Adam, adorable, sweet Adam, stares delighted at the house, as they walk up the front steps. “It’s a tudor!” he tells her, and she sort of nods, not really knowing exactly what that means. “I’ve never seen one painted black and white, before. Usually those accents are a natural wood color,” and she rings the bell, as he goes on. The outside of the house matches BJ’s stripes, and she wonders if that’s coincidence, or if his parents just really, really love him. The door swings open, and then a chubby blur jumps away from their line of sight, startling her from her thoughts. “Beetlejuice?” Adam calls, concerned, and it takes a moment for their friend to reappear in the doorway, with a croaked out, “Sup?”

He looks terrible. He always looks a little terrible, as mean as that is to say, too pale and with purple spots under his eyes she chalks up to exhaustion, but he looks worse, today. It hadn’t occurred to her that he’d actually be sick.

“We just wanted to come by and see if you were okay,” she tells him, and BJ cocks his head so far to the side, he looks like he might fall over. “Why?” “Because.. We’re your friends,” Adam says, cautiously, which causes BJ to stare down at the checkered entryway tile.

“Oh.” He packs a lot of emotion into that little noise.

“Can we come in?” She asks, and he doesn’t look sure, rubbing at the back of his neck, but then next to him, in the doorway, appears what must be Mrs. Deetz. She’s on the tall side, slim, with blonde hair past her shoulders, and she’s wearing all black with lace accents. Even her stud earrings and the rings on her fingers are that same dark hue.

“Well, hello! BJ, invite your friends in!” She urges him, and then, to them asks, “You kids hungry? We’re just sitting down to dinner. It’s grilled cheese tower night,” and then she turns, and leaves them there, like that needs no explanation.

BJ fidgets a moment, but relents. “Come in, I guess,” he moves aside, and Adam and Barbara take a collective step into the Deetz household. The house is dark, not for lack of light, but for lack of color. The walls are paneling which Adam, delighted, says must be original, but they’ve been stained a dark shade of coffee, and it takes a moment for her eyes to adjust. When she does, she takes in how strangely eerie the place is. It’s less like someone’s home and more like a haunted house ride.

“Oh, you guys haven't taken down the Halloween décor, yet?” Adam asks, noting a cracked vase full of black roses on a side table as they follow BJ further in, and BJ snorts. “That crap? It's up in th’ attack. This is what passes for normal around here.” Barbara stops to stare at a picture of a distorted figure cannibalizing a smaller one. “Saturn Devouring His Son,” BJ says, briefly putting on a voice like a tour guide, high pitched and peppy, and both she and Adam wince. “What’s with you and cannibalism?” she asks, which only earns her that haunted laugh in response.

The kitchen, at least, looks a little more normal and bright, but Barbara learns quickly that’s not to be trusted, because sitting on the counter is what looks to be a lasagna made from sandwiches and sauce. “You guys are here on a night Emily had to cook. Bad luck,” BJ tells them, and it takes her a moment to realize he’s talking about his mother. Does he use her first name?

Emily, or, Mrs. Deetz, her mind corrects politely, busies herself with dishing them both a plate. “So, you kids must be.. Adam and Barbara,” she says, knowingly, and BJ, perhaps embarrassed, shuffles his bare feet at nothing. He’s been talking to his mom about them… aww. She notices then that he’s in his pajamas, which are, like everything else he wears, eccentric. He looks cute. She realizes she’s staring, and BJ catches her eye, and wiggles his eyebrows at her. Oh, god.

“We’re sorry for dropping by unannounced, Mrs. Deetz,” Adam says, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and Mrs. Deetz waives that off. “It’s totally fine. BJ’s never taken a sick day, before, I bet you probably thought he was faking. You kids can call me Emily. And that, of course, is Lydia.” She gestures to the nine year old scrutinizing them from the kitchen table.

“Hello again,” Barbara says, and Lydia gives her a smile, at least, but it's wary, it’s very, “I’ve got my eyes on you.” It’s strange to see from a little kid.

They all sit down to eat, all five of them, at the kitchen table, she and Adam settled across from BJ and Lydia. Adam squints, trying to read what’s on the other boy’s shirt. “What does that say?” he asks, and BJ glances down, and pulls the top taught, to make it easier to read. “Least exciting hole I’ve ever been in,” both boys say, at the same time. “Grand Canyon National Park.” Barbara and Adam both blush at that, and Mrs.. Emily, Emily just laughs. Lydia looks annoyed. “No one will explain to me what that means,” she tells Barbara, leaning closer to her, and almost looking hopeful. Barbara avoids that look. “It’s a dirty joke,” is all she says, and Lydia, clearly not satisfied, just takes a bite of her grilled cheese abomination. “Chuck hates this shirt,” BJ tells them. “Chuck?” “Chuck, Chuckster, Chuckles, Charles.. My dad,” he grates out. Barbara can’t imagine calling her father by his first name. She’d be in a world of trouble for being “disrespectful,” if she tried. “Is Mr. Deetz home?” Adam asks, and Lydia is the one to reply, mouth still a little too full.

“He’s at the office. He’s always working so fucking late,” Lydia says, and then lets it settle in the air, like she’s waiting for something. Barbara balks, and it feels like her eyes are bulging out of her head, because she’s never heard that kind of language from a nine year old. She glances at Emily nervously, waiting for her to blow up, to be angry, but Emily just seems to be in deep thought.

“I dunno about that one, Lyds,” Mrs. Deetz finally says, and Lydia puffs up her chest and tries again. “He’s always working so god damn late?” She looks to her mother, and Emily, finger on her chin, nods. “Yeah, alright. I hereby decree that Lydia Deetz, at the age of nine and a half, is allowed to say god damn.” Lydia pumps her fist and then takes another huge mouthful of grilled cheese casserole. “Bout fuckin’ time,” BJ grunts. Barbara thinks the Deetz family might all be whack jobs. there's more, a lot more, but tumblr can't handle it all, so read this chapter in full over on Ao3!

[primeemeraldheiress]

Jason’s an amazing singer headcannons?

This… evolved. Enjoy.

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Jason’s way more eclectic in his music choices than people would expect. He’s got the metal and the rap. But he’s also got some show tunes. Opera? Bring it on! Even some of that pop stuff that Dick downloaded to his phone as a joke. He listens to it. If it makes his head move or makes him feel, it jams.

After he came back, no one in the family could claim they’ve heard him sing. They’ve heard him hum a bit. Tap his feet. But not sing. Only Babs knows he still sings.

Music plays in his helmet. No one knows. Except for Babs, because she hacks it. Sometimes she jams with him because she likes his taste. Sometimes she makes him listen to whatever she wants. When he’s in a really foul mood, when the Pit’s too close to the surface or he’s overrun with nightmares, he plays heavy metal. She knows to leave him alone and direct other Bats away.

She has recordings of him singing as he fights. Her favorite is him bopping to Prom Dress while taking out some of Black Mask’s goons. He’s bobbing his head to the beat and punching along to the music. It has her in hysterics every time. 

His opera makes her cry.

Alfred was the one to take Jason to the opera the first time. He knew the boy enjoyed theater and thought he might like it. He was overjoyed watching Jason’s face as he was enraptured with the voices.

It was a surprise a few days later to hear Jason singing some of the music and hitting a lot of the notes. 

Alfred hired a voice coach when Jason expressed interest but was shy about joining the choir at school.

The walls are paper thin in his apartment but no one complains when he sings in the shower. No one.

He can always be counted on for a song recommendation. Sometimes they will surprise you.

The first of the family (other than Barbara) to hear him sing after coming back was Bruce. He had been coming to Jason’s apartment; bringing a handful of books and a dish of Alfred’s lasagna. As he walked up the stairs, he heard it. Jason’s voice; deep and low. Singing something soulful. He stopped, his heart stuck in his throat. When the song was over, Jason started another. Bruce stood in the hallway of that run-down apartment building listening to his long lost son sing and wept.

[ladywinchester1967]

Bleeding Love

Ours; Chapter 4

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Valentine’s feels, SMUT, Lisa being a bitch. 

A/N: Finally, chapter 4 is here! Hope you guys enjoy! As always, unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine. Pics ARE NOT.

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Kat walked into work on February 14th, Valentine's Day, and sat at her desk checking emails. She saw that Hannah had sent out an office wide email letting everyone know there would be a Valentine’s themed lunch being served in the cafeteria today. Kat smiled and jotted a note so she would remember when lunch time came around. She yawned as more people filtered in, greeting each other. Dean walked down the row of cubicles, nodding and greeting people as he passed.

“Morning.” Kat said when he got closer

“Morning,” he said and handed her a cup of Starbucks along with a muffin wrapped in a bag “this, and that for you.”

“They had blueberry this morning?!” She asked

“Got the last one.” he said with a smile.

“Thanks Dean.” she said and took it from him.

“You’re welcome” he said “How many meetings do we have today?”

Kat opened up the calendar on her computer, setting down her coffee and muffin.

“Two this morning,” she told him “after lunch we have one, that project meeting we set up with Charlie, Kevin and Jo, remember?”

Dean nodded “Yeah, I remember. Anything else?” He asked

“Hannah sent out a mass email, something about free, Valentine's Day lunch.” she told him

“My other favorite F word.” he said and she laughed “Okay, holler if you need me.” he said as he went into his office.

“You got it.” She said as she sipped her coffee, smiling to herself.

After business hours started, the phone seemed to ring off the hook and by the time her first meeting rolled around, Kat was happy not to hear the email notification go off.

“What’s up everyone’s butts today?” She asked Dean as they walked “I swear I’ve put out more small fires today than I have in two weeks.”

“All this love in the air I guess,” Dean said with a shrug “makes people antsy or something.”

“No, that’s indigestion, not love.” Kat said and he chuckled.

“Yeah you’re probably right” he said as Cole walked up behind them. He was part of the sales and marketing team that Dean was in charge of.

“Morning guys, how’s everyone doing today?” He asked.

“Great, you?” Kat asked.

“Awesome,” Cole said “Dean, you free tonight? The bar is going to be like shooting fish in a barrel.”

Dean shook his head “Nah, can’t. I promised my girlfriend we’d do something.” he said

“Wait, girlfriend?” Cold asked “News to me.”

Kat nearly cracked a rib restraining her laughter.

“It’s kind of a new thing,” Dean said as they kept walking “she’s awesome though.”

“Wait, did you know?!” Cole asked, looking at Kat.

“Don’t look at me, I was told to keep my pie hole shut.” she said and Dean smirked

“I’ll tell you later Cole.” he said

“Give me a name at least.” Cole said

Kat waited, wondering what he’d settled on.

“Barbara.” Dean said

“Nice.” Cole said and walked away. Kat and Dean walked in silence for a few steps and Kat pulled out her phone.

Barbara REALLY?! She texted Dean.

She heard his phone go off in his pocket. He waited until they got to the elevator to write back.

Yes, BARBARA. As in Barbara Gordon, aka Batgirl/ Oracle. Sue me (don’t actually sue me)

Kat shook her head as Dean summoned the elevator, she typed back.

Okay DICK Grayson, aka Robin/ Nightwing. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.

He chuckled when he read the reply.

I’m not Nightwing, I’m Batman.

Kat rolled her eyes and wrote back as the elevator announced its arrival. They walked through with a few people following them and she hit send.

I’m not calling you Bruce. Master Wayne maybe ;)

Dean shot her a look when he read the last message and quickly replied.

.......and now I have a boner. Thanks a lot.

Feeling mischievous, she wrote back

Anything I can do to help you with that Master Wayne? ;D

Dean coughed, her reply catching him off guard. She smirked and watched as he squirmed and then typed out his reply.

NOT HELPING! If this elevator wasn’t full of people, I’d fuck you up against the wall.

Kat’s eyes went wide and she looked over at Dean who was smirking. Her cheeks flamed red as they came to the eleventh floor.

And *how* pray tell, would you do that? ;)

They walked out of the elevator and he replied

Jesus fucking Christ Katlynn, I don’t know what’s gotten into you but.....I love it.

She smirked and shot back

I’m full of surprises.

Clearly he wrote back almost instantly. They walked down the hallway toward the meeting rooms when Anna showed up. With long red hair, that was darker than Kat's and wide, brown eyes, she was a knock out for sure.

“Good morning Kat, Dean,” she said with a nod at each of them “we’re almost done getting set up in conference room A.”

“Thanks Anna.” Kat said, smiling at her

“Kat, you look like you’re glowing.” Anna commented.

Kat nervously tucked her hair behind her ear “Sorry, my boyfriend is sending me stupid texts and it’s making me laugh.” she lied smoothly.

“Aw, how sweet, what’re you guys doing tonight?” She asked.

“Me and her?” Dean asked, motioning to him and Kat.

“It isn’t all about you Dean, I meant her and her boyfriend.” Anna said with a laugh.

“Yeah Dean, Jesus, it isn’t all about you” Kat teased “I don’t know yet, he says it’s a surprise.”

Anna smiled gently “Sounds like quite the guy, what’s his name?” She asked

“Damian,” Kat answered automatically “Damian.”

Dean smirked and pulled his phone out of his pocket as they walked into the conference room.

“You guys pick a seat,” Anna said as other people were doing just the same thing around the large mahogany table “Kevin should be here in bit to finish setting up the projector.”

“Great,” Kat said as her phone went off. When she and Dean had picked a spot, she casually pulled out her phone and read Dean’s reply.

Cool name.

After lunch, Kat was sitting at her desk looking over some documents and answering the phone when she heard gasps and chatter. She looked up and saw what looked like a giant flower vase with legs coming toward her. Deliveries of flowers had been coming all day and Kat had been secretly envious all day. The one, however, was coming closer. It looked like he had stopped to ask someone a question, when the legs finally got going, they came to a stop near her desk.

“Katlynn Roberts?” The guy asked

Kat’s stomach felt like it had fallen out of her butt.

“Right-right here.” She stammered

The face of a skinny man with red hair appeared and walked over to her desk.

“Here you go,” he said and put the flowers down in front of her “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“Thank you!” She said excitedly as heads popped out of cubicles to look at where the ruckus was coming from. Kat grabbed the card out of the flowers and read it.

Happy Valentine’s Day, hope it’s as amazing as you are. - D

Kat giggled to herself as she looked the flowers over. It was an arrangement of stargazer lilies and roses, her two favorite flowers. Kat’s cheeks turned as red as her hair when she saw all the pairs of eyeballs on her.

“Nice,” Cole said “from the boyfriend I’m guessing?”

She nodded, having trouble speaking.

“Kat, they’re beautiful!” Jody said as she seemed to appear before Kat’s eyes.

“He remembered,” she said, her eyes misting over “these are my favorite flowers and he remembered!”

Jody laughed

“I would hope so if that chuckle head wants to be anywhere near you later on.” she said

“You're a pervert you know that?” Kat asked and grinned. She pulled out her phone, took a picture and sent it to Dean.

These from you? She asked

Maybe ;) he replied

You are SO bad :D thank you!! She wrote back

You have NO idea! Glad you like them.

She went back to her emails and then replied to Dean

So....you were saying earlier? About fucking me in an elevator?

???? He wrote back

She quickly typed

Let me rephrase that, Master Wayne, you said you wanted to fuck me in an elevator? Up against the wall?

I remember :) he replied

And, how’re you gonna manage that?

She waited and he replied

Are we really doing this?

You can’t see me but I’m vigorously nodding.

He waited a few seconds before replying.

I’m more of a show than tell; get back to work ;)

“Nice to see you can multi-task.” a snide voice said.

Kat looked up and saw Lisa standing in front of her desk. Lisa had been reprimanded for her behavior at the fundraiser but her attitude toward Kat hadn't changed. If anything, she was more hostile than she ever had been.

“Can I help you?” Kat asked coolly, doing her best to act professional.

“Yeah,” Lisa said “you can have you boyfriend look over these documents and sign them.” Lisa said and dropped a stack of contracts on Kat's desk. Kat was seeing red, but bit her tongue.

“My boyfriend doesn't work here,” she answered ���but I'll be sure to have DEAN look over these and sign them. You should have them in an hour or so.”

Lisa sneered and rolled her eyes

“Sure, thanks.” she snapped and walked away.  

That night, Kat had invited Dean to spend the night. She had put together lasagna the night before and as soon as she got home, she preheated the oven and set her flowers on the table. She checked to make sure the cupcakes she had made still looked okay (chocolate with pink vanilla frosting and heart shaped sprinkles) they did. She changed out of her work clothes and into a more comfortable outfit; a red shirt and black leggings. She tugged on her boot style slippers and tied her hair up into a high bun. Once the oven was preheated she unwrapped the lasagna and put it into the oven. She set the timer and checked her phone, no word from Dean yet. She quickly set the table, laying out plates and silverware. She decided to wait until he was on his way to light the candles she had gotten for the occasion. She poured herself a glass of wine and sat on the couch while she waited for him. She scrolled aimlessly on her phone for about thirty minutes before Dean finally texted.

10 mins out, sorry I’m running late!

She smiled

It’s okay, get here when you can :)

She answered

She got up, lit the candles and checked the lasagna. It smelled fantastic and the cheese was all nice and melted on the top. Pleased, she left the dish alone, finished off her first glass of wine and poured another.

A few minutes later, she got a knock at the door. She grinned, set down her phone and glass and went to open the door. Waiting for her was Dean, holding up a box wrapped in gold paper and tied with a pretty purple ribbon.

“What’s that?!” She asked excitedly as he walked in the door.

“Pay my delivery fee and you’ll find out.” he said, a mischievous grin crossing his face.

“All right, all right, what do I owe you good sir?” She asked, grinning

He leaned in and gave her a sweet kiss and she reciprocated. When it was over he handed her the box and she took it. Stamped in gold writing on the purple ribbon was the word “Godiva”

“No. Fucking. WAY!” She said and tore the ribbon and paper off the box. Inside it were the biggest chocolate covered strawberries she had ever seen.

“Jesus Christ, these things are the size of cat heads!” She exclaimed and he laughed

“I’ve never heard that expression but I’m gonna use that now.” he said, still laughing.

“How?!” She asked “I tried order some yesterday and they said they were out!”

“I called two WEEKS ago when my nosy assistant was out to lunch.” he said with a grin and kissed her again.

Kat rolled her eyes when they parted “I know for a FACT she isn’t nosy, just a little curious is all.” she said

“Okay, call it what you will.” he said with a shrug.

The timer for the lasagna went off and Kat scurried into the kitchen. She put the strawberries into the refrigerator and asked

“Babe, you want a beer?” Over her shoulder

“Sure,” he called back “gonna go out my stuff down.”

“Okie dokie!” She hollered back and grabbed a beer out of the fridge for him and shut it behind her. She shut off the timer for the lasagna and took it out of the oven. She set it to the side and then checked the temperature for the garlic bread. It was lower than what was needed for the lasagna, so she adjusted the oven’s temperature as Dean walked into the kitchen.

“It smells phenomenal in here!” he commented as she opened the beer for him and handed it to him.

“Just gotta bake the bread and we’ll be ready to eat.” she told him.

“Perfect,” He said “just enough time for you to open your other present”

Her mouth dropped open

“Dean Winchester, you are spoiling me rotten,” she told him “you even said it was stupid to give presents on Valentine’s Day!”

He shrugged

“YOU like it,” he reasoned “so I obliged.”

“Good, because I got you a present too.” she told him

“Trust me, dinner is enough.” he told her and kissed her temple. The oven beeped, signaling that it was ready for the garlic bread.

“Hold that thought.” she said and reached into the freezer.

Once the garlic bread was cooking, they walked into the dining area and on the table was a bag and a bottle of champagne next to her flowers.

“AND champagne?!” She asked excitedly “You sure do know how to make a girl feel special!” she told him, her cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink.

“Special presents for a special lady.” he told her. She turned and grinned at him. She quickly kissed him and then took the tissue paper out of the bag. At the bottom as a medium sized square box. She fished the box out and opened it. Inside was a delicate necklace that had a crescent moon in the middle of it. Up the chain were the symbols used by each Sailor Scout from Sailor Moon on their transformation wands flanked by small pearls. Kat looked at the necklace and then at him and then back at the necklace, speechless. The excited and shocked look on her face and the tears welling up in her eyes were enough to let him know that she loved it. He stepped forward and gave her a big hug. She wrapped her arms around him, still unable to form words. When she looked up at him, she had tears on her cheeks.

“Thank you.” she managed to quietly say.

“You’re welcome baby.” he told her and kissed her. He helped her put the necklace on and then she handed him a box and said

“My gifts are lame compared to yours.” she said, blushing furiously.

“Nothing you give me is lame.” he insisted as he opened the box. Inside were three, smaller wrapped presents. The first was a bag of whiskey caramels that were topped with sea salt, the second was a small book she had made that was full of Chuck Norris jokes, but she'd put his name in it instead.

“Somewhere, somehow Dean Winchester is watching you.” he said as he flipped through the book, laughing.

The last present was a very nice set of silk ties she'd picked out. One was a deep royal blue while the other was a rich emerald green.

“The green one reminded me of you eye color.” she said sheepishly.

He grinned and kissed her sweetly.

“Thank you,” he said and kissed her again “these are all very thoughtful and I love them all.”

“Good, I'm glad.” she said and they kissed.

The timer for the garlic bread went off, she then grabbed it out of the oven, sliced it up, and proclaimed

“Soup’s up!”

They served themselves and then sat down at the table to eat. Dean dug in immediately and was blown away by how good it tasted.

“How long did it take you to make this?” He asked after swallowing the first bites he shoved into his mouth.

“It’s like two hours to prepare it I guess?” She ventured “because you have to cook the sausage, slice it, cook the noodles and cook the sauce. Then you gotta layer it, then cook it. Which is why I made it yesterday and cooked it today.”

He nodded, not able to get enough of the lasagna.

“This is,” Dean said as he swallowed another bite “awesome.”

“Good, glad you like it,” she told him “old family recipe.”

After dinner and popping the bottle of champagne, Kat got up from the table and said

“I have a minor request.”

“Shoot baby.” he told her

“It’s gonna sound silly and stupid, but I heard this song yesterday and it made me thing of us. Do you wanna hear it?”

He smiled and nodded

“I'd love to, and nothing you ask me is silly or stupid.” he told her.

She blushed as she opened her Spotify and searched for the song she wanted. When the acoustic guitar started Dean listened to the lyrics.

Elevator buttons and morning air, Strangers silence makes me want to take the stairs, If you were here we'd laugh about their vacant stares, But right now, My time is theirs.

She watched as an amused expression crossed his face and he nodded.

Seems like there's always Someone who disapproves, They'll judge it like they know about me and you, And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do, The jury's out, And my choice is you.

She observed his eyes soften and he kissed her temple.

So don't you worry your pretty little mind, People throw rocks at things that shine, And life makes love look hard, The stakes are high, The waters rough, But this love is ours.

With those lyrics, he got up and took her hand.

“What?” she asked as he tugged her into a standing position.

“This.” he said and twirled her around, making her laugh.

“What're you doing?” she asked

“Dancing with my girlfriend, that's what.” he said and pulled her close. Her heart instantly melted as she linked her hands together on the back of his neck while his hands held her hips and they started to sway.

You never know what people have up their sleeves, Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at me, Lurking in the shadows with their lip gloss smiles, But I don't care, 'Cause right now you're mine

He rested his chin on the crown of her head and held her hips a little tighter.

And you say,

So don't you worry your pretty little mind, People throw rocks at things that shine, And life makes love look hard, The stakes are high, The water's rough, But this love is ours.

“You're sure this wasn't written about us?” he asked and she laughed.

“I'm reasonably sure.” she said and looked up at him. His eyes were shining as he let his hands roam up her back to to her cheeks where he held her face.

“You're so sweet,” he said as he pushed some of her hair out of her face “and good and kind.”

And it's not theirs to speculate, If it's wrong and, Your hands are tough but they are where, My belong in, I'll fight their doubt and give you faith with this song for you.

“You're mine Dean Winchester,” she told him “and I'm going to spend every day letting you know how special you are to me.”

He kissed her and when it ended he asked

“What did I do to get such a nice, sweet girl like you huh?”

She grinned

“Sweet? Yes. Nice? I'm not so sure about all that.” she told him and he hushed her.

“You are a nice girl; tough as nails and don't take shit, but you're still nice.” He told her.

'Cause I love the gap between your teeth, And I love the riddles that you speak, And any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored, 'Cause my heart is yours.

She sighed and laid her head against his chest as he hummed along with the rest of the song.

So don't you worry your pretty little mind, People throw rocks at things that shine, And life makes love look hard,

And don't you worry your pretty little mind, People throw rocks at things that shine, But they can't take what's ours, They can't take what's ours, The stakes are high, The water's rough, But this love is ours

“This love is ours.” she echoed and he pulled back from her.

“Yes,” he said as he kissed her “yes it is.”

“Wait, do you love me or something?” she asked as they feverishly kissed

“Yes,” he said as his hands went down her back and he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist “yes, I love you and or something.”

She wrapped her around around his neck and kissed him harder.

“I love you and or something too,” she said and he laughed through the kiss “take me to bed.”

“Yes ma'am.” he said and carried her back to her bedroom. Once they reached the bed, he sat down with her on his lap, grinding on him.

“Ah, fuck.” he moaned as she pushed him back against the pillows. She held his face in her hands and planted open mouth kisses all over his neck and jawline, rutting her cloth covered core against his denim clad bulge. She sat up a little bit, still grinding on him as she undid his belt and zipper. He bit his lip as she snaked her hand inside his underwear to grasp his length. He let out a moan as she slid down his body, freeing his cock from his underwear and taking it into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he gasped as she took as much as she could into her mouth, she hollowed out her cheeks and twisted him as she sucked “FUCK!” he cried out as she did this. His hips met her rhythm as she bobbed her head up and down. Every sense in his body was going haywire as she took her hands off him and then took his hands. She placed them on either side of her head, placing him firmly in the driver's seat. He thrust down her throat, moaning as she swirled her tongue around his length.

“Ah, AH!” he cried as she sucked harder and increased her speed. He felt his eyes roll back into his head, the pleasure curling up and down his spine as his fingers snarled in her hair, creating knots. “Yes, yes.” he moaned out and then let go inside her mouth as he let out a cry. He breathed hard as she picked her head up, wiping the corners of her mouth.

“Is it bad that I've pictured you doing that under my desk more than once?” he asked breathlessly, making her laugh.

“I'm sure you've pictured doing all sorts of naughty things with me all over that office.” she said with a smirk as she kissed up his body “Because I've thought about the same things.”

She quickly removed his shirt, kissing and biting up his bare torso.

“Fuck, you're gonna kill me if you keep doing that.” he moaned as she made her way up to his chest and neck.

“You love it.” she chided as she kissed the base of his neck, her tongue gliding over the hollow of his throat.

“Ah god sweetheart, you are frisky today.” he commented as she gently bit his ear. She giggled and looked at him

“I have a drop dead sexy man in my bed, of course I'm frisky.” she said as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“You think I'm drop dead sexy?” he asked as they kissed and she nodded.

“Drop dead, drool worthy, men's magazine cover sexy.” she told him and he laughed “What? You asked!”

“I know, I just didn't expect all this flattery.” he said as they kissed. He rolled so that she was on her back. She took her shirt off and pitched it to the side, showing off a dark red bra with a black lace overlay that made him growl in appreciation.

“Mh, where did this come from?” he asked as she slid a strap down and off her shoulder.

“Oh, just something I picked up on my lunch break the other day.” she said nonchalantly.

“Really?” he asked “What else do you have on for me under here?” he asked, his hands on her hips.

“Mh,” she said as they kissed “take them off and you'll find out.”

He wriggled her out of her pants and saw the scraps of fabric that was reaching to be called panties.

“Jesus,” he said and attacked her mouth with kisses “I'm one lucky fucker.”

“I have matching heels too.” she told him.

“You do?” he asked and she nodded “You'll have to show me those later, right now, you look good enough to eat.”

He slowly kissed and licked down her body, sending pleasure roaring through her body. She moaned his name over and over as he slid her panties down and off of her, pitching them to the side. He settled on his stomach, putting both of her legs over his shoulders as he kissed up the inside of her legs. She squirmed below him as he reached her core, his tongue licking a thick stripe up her entire slit as she gasped.

“Dean, oh god, Dean!” she moaned as he added his lips into the mix, sucking on her clit as his tongue drew zigzag patterns up and down her. She arched her back, her nails digging into her pillow as she cried out. It felt like he was devouring every inch that she had to offer, he sucked and licked on everything that he could get to, lapping up every bit of juice she was giving him. She cried out for him, God and incoherently as her toes curled. She thrust her hips up into his mouth as he sucked her clit hard, making her whine.

“DEAN!” she moaned “Oh my-fuck!-my GOD Dean!”

He pushed two finger into her, easily found the rough patch inside her and made the “come here” motion against it. Her vision seemed to go white as he did this, she cried out and with another hook of his fingers, she fell apart under him, crying out his name loudly. Her legs fell open as he kissed back up over over electrified body. It felt like being drunk and high all at the same time as he kissed her, laving her mouth with lazy kisses.  Dean crawled up her body, leaving her skin with kisses as she moaned below him.

“Can’t be sated can you?” She asked as he wriggled out of his jeans.

He shook his head to this comment

“Not when my assistant runs around in these tight skirts that show off her hot ass.” He says.

“She sounds mean.” Kat said with a smile.

“She is,” Dean said “especially when she KNOWS how much I love cracking my hand across her ass.”

Just laughed

“You’re ravenous,” She chided “And a pervert. That’s what you think about at work?”

“No,” he said as he lined himself up “I get my job done and then the rest of the time is spent wondering what I’m going to do when I get you all to myself.”

She let out a laugh, which quickly turned into a moan as he pushed inside her. He started to move, his cock hitting every spot she could think of as he thrust into her.

“Oh god, Dean!” Kat cried out as she dug her nails into his back and shoulders

“That’s it sweetheart,” he said “tell me, let me hear you.”

All she could do was hold on and moan as he fucked into her, his skin slapping against hers in the most obscene and delicious way.

“I love, fuck I love-OH FUCK-I love you!” She cried out.

“Love you too” he managed to get out “Fuck, I’m gonna come!”

“Come for me Dean,” she told him “come for me handsome.”

He groaned, letting go inside her and painting her walls white with his spendings.

Some time later, Dean had fallen asleep, his head against her heart. She stroked his hair as she drifted off.

“I love you.” She said quietly to Dean who didn’t respond.

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On Monday, Kat arrived before Dean, as usual. This particular day was jam packed with meetings and calls so Dean would be occupied for the majority of the day. She made sure he had all the materials he would need to get the day started and that her email was open and ready to go. Just before Dean was due in, Lisa stopped by Kat’s desk.

“I got the forms signed by Dean like you asked,” she told Lisa “the only one he didn’t sign was the bottom one and he wants legal to take a look at that before he does it.”

“What?” Lisa asked “Why?”

“He said he has a problem with some of the verbiage and we have a meeting to discuss that in a couple of hours.” Kat explained.

Lisa rolled her eyes and said

“Tell him just go sign it and not worry about it.”

Kat told her “He’s a grown man and if he isn’t comfortable signing his name to something, then he doesn't have to.”

Lisa looked angry and swiped the documents off of Kat’s desk.

“Fine. If you won’t do you job, I WILL.” She hissed and marched toward the door. Kat quickly got up and placed herself between Lisa and the door.

“Out of my way.” Lisa said

“No.” Kat said “If that door is closed, no one goes in without an appointment. Period.”

“Just get out of my way you stupid slut!” Loss yelled.

Kat was enraged, she imagined cracking Lisa’s skull on the corner of her desk as she clenched her jaw.

“You can leave now.” Kat said firmly.

“Oh? Are you gonna make me?” Lisa asked, even though Kat was in heels, Lisa easily had the height advantage over her.

“No, but I will.” A voice behind them said. They both turned and saw Gabriel standing there with Anael.

“Lisa, I want to see you in my office.” Gabriel said “Now.”

Lisa threw the folders down, scattering paper everywhere as she stomped towards Gabriel’s office as Dean walked in on the scene. What he saw made him immediately angry, Lisa stomping off with Gabriel hot on her heels as Anael and Kat were picking up scattered papers.

“What the hell?” He asked as Anael helped Kat pick up the documents.

“Don’t ask.” Anael said as she caught a glimpse of Kat’s face. She was doing her best to hold back tears of anger and frustration as she gathered up the things. In the end, Dean helped her up as she shook. He took her and Anael into his office and asked

“What happened?” As he snapped the door shut.

Anael told the story as Kat looked at the floor. This was her second incident in less than a year. First Bruce and now Lisa? She mentally packed up all of her things in her desk as Dead cleared his throat.

“Anael, give us a second.” Dean said.

Anael nodded and left Dean’s office as he stood in front of his desk, looking at Kat.

“Is that what happened?” Dean asked softly.

Kat nodded, tears brimming in her eyes.

“I can understand if you don’t want me here any more.” Kat said as she blinked, tears hitting her skirt.

Dean tutted and said

“Katlynn, please look at me.” She did and saw the pain etched into his features. “I’m sorry I can’t defend you the way I want to,” He told her “but please believe me when I tell you I’d be lost without you. No one has ever been as good as you are, not even Charlie.”

“You mean that?” She asked and he nodded.

“Every single word.” He said “Go take a second, get yourself together and we’ll finish the day okay?” She nodded as stood as he grabbed her elbow, pulling her close. “Take all the time you need okay? I’ll be fine.”

She looked up at him and nodded, gently pulling her elbow from him.

After taking a few minutes to clean herself up in the bathroom, Kat returned to her desk, answering the phone as usual.  After his meetings; a G-Chat message from Dean came up.

Hey, I’m headed out early today; you can leave early too. Start fresh tomorrow, okay?

Kat eagerly wrote back.

Okay, have a good night.

And logged out of her computer.

She waited a long while before a knock came at her door. She threw it open and Dean strode through, wrapping her into his arms tightly.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured in her hair as he kicked the door shut “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“It’s not you,” She told him “she’s nuts.”

“I know,” he said as he stroked her hair and kissed her “but it’s my fault you’re in this and that she’s on you like white on rice. I can’t tell her to fuck off because if she tells Gabriel or Dmitri about us, we’re fucked.”

“She doesn’t have any proof.” Kat pointed out.

“And she won’t stop until she does.” Dean said and clutched her tightly. They stood in her entry way for a long time, just holding one another. He pulled back from her and kissed her hard.

“You’re so amazing and beautiful,” he murmured against her mouth “please.”

“Please what?” She asked as she pulled back. He steadily held her gaze, biting his lower lip and then pressing his forehead to hers.

“Don’t leave,” he quietly begged “please don’t leave. I know you said you didn’t want drama and you didn’t sign up for this-“

She pressed a finger to his mouth

“You’re right,” she told him “I don’t want drama and I didn’t sign up for it. But I can’t fight what I feel for you.” He smiled against her finger as she went on “I care about you and nothing that scum sucking, slut faced, hoe-bag says about you is gonna change that.”

He laughed and kissed her as he tugged her back to her bedroom.

“Dean, I’m really not in the mood.” She told him

“No, I just wanna hold you.” He told her.

They stripped out of their work clothes and crawled into bed together, her head laid against his chest while his arms wrapped around her tightly. He gently kissed the crown of her head, his fingers running through her hair as she let out a sigh. His other hand ran up and down her spine, curling ever so gently at the base and then back up again toward her neck. He gently traced the outline of her tattoo and quietly asked

“How long did this take?”

“Spread out over a couple of days.” She said in a sleepy tone “nearly passed out when he got that needle on my ribs.”

He laughed and kissed her forehead, his hands gently working over her back and warming her skin. She placed a sweet kiss on his chest, her fingertips tracing the planes of his chest and stomach. His muscles danced under her soothing touch as he let out a relaxed sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured again “you shouldn’t have to deal with this.”

She let out a breath and then looked up at him.

“We couldn’t have known this was coming,” she simply said “but we’re gonna do what couples do. Work though it together.”

“You’re sure?” He asked, half of him needing the reassurance and the other half needed to know she was okay.

She nodded and smiled

“I’m 100 percent positive.” She told him and laced her fingers through his “You’re the only one I want Dean.”

Relief flooded he system as he kissed her hard.

“You’re too good for me you know?” He asked “I don’t know what I did to get you, but I’m glad it happened.”

She gave him a sweet peck on the lips and told him

“I have low standards and Daddy issues so that works in your favor.”

He laughed at this and kissed her again, rolling her on to her back.

“Low standards and Daddy issues huh?” He asked when the kiss was over and she laughed.

“Self deprecating humor,” she said dismissively and held his face in her hand “get used to it.”

“Noted.” He said, his hand sliding down to her hip and holding it in place as they kissed again. Her tongue found its way into his mouth and it gently moved with his as he gripped her skin. He moaned and then sucked on her tongue, leaving her breathless as he did so.

“Dean!” she sighed when the kiss ended, his thumb running over her hip bone. He settled between her legs, her core pulsing at the thought of him inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

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Batfam Headcanons (pt. 2)

Tim once bet Dick he could go a whole week eating nothing but lasagna. He won 10 bucks from that bet

Cass and Jason play guitar. Dick made them play at an event once as he sang. They got asked to play for the event next

Cass gives great advice. Second only to Alfred

Dick got his bellybutton pierced when he became Nightwing to be "rebellious"

Jason and Steph still watch old kid shows. Their favorites are Hannah Montana and My Babysitters a Vampire

Steph showed Cass the stars, and Cass finally watched and truly admired them. She looks at the stars to "talk" to Steph when she is sad

As much as he hates to admit it, Damian likes being around Duke. Hes one of his only siblings that likes his pets

Duke is actually allergic to cats, but he doesn't tell Damian

Bruce brags about his kids to the league. All. The. Time.

Jason likes hanging out with Cass. Mainly because she doesnt talk much

Barbara once walked in on Tim, Jason, Steph and Cass playing D&D. She never lets them live that down

Steph drags the boys to the mall to help her pick out makeup

Every time Damian and Jason argue Jason ends it by saying "I slept with your mom". It shuts Damian up every time

Kate likes being around the kids. Mainly because their relations as siblings remind her of her own

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Joseph Lance Hilaga’s Diary

January 13, 2020

Hello friend! You seem more trustworthy than most of my human friends. It was just another meh day, it was nothing special. At first, I thought it would be a great day because things started well and everything seems so fresh but I was so stressed out because of the academic requirements and my job as SSG officer was too heavy for me to do altogether, yet I have to do it because I have dreams and people to serve. My day went the usual, and ended up as another boring day. As I went home my dogs were waiting for me I’m the one whose feeding them every day. I went outside and fed them, and while feeding them I thought of our previous Regional Schools Press Conference and it still hurts because I think we deserve the spot, it’s just that our microphone sucked and as what ma’am Tabano said, Shit happens. Still I am thankful that me and my family are healthy.

January 14, 2020

Hey! It was an awesome day! Though I did not got that high score at my CNF, I still feel blessed and happy because my parents went home and they brought my favorite foods! They bought Pizza, Lasagna and Fries and we just watched Netflix for the rest of the day. During dinner, we had grilled pork and tilapia. Everything just seems so happy because I forgot about my academic requirements even just for a while. My parents are usually very busy yet they spared some of their time for us. It was Tuesday yet it felt like Sunday.

January 15, 2020

Uhm Hi. It’s me again so there’s another day that I might just add to my boring days. After school, I just went home and played with my Dogs and played 90’s hit, it brought back memories. I just did the assigned house chores and opened my social media accounts and yep, the usual…Fake News, Stupidity and Memes was the things I saw. I’m really into movies so I opened Netflix, scanned if I’d be interested with the movies and I saw the movie fifty first dates again, so I rewatched it and it was still beautiful. My parents weren’t around so it was just me, my brother and my cousins. I prayed for the safety of my family and asked for genuine happiness for the next coming days.

January 16,2020

It’s Thursday and my parents were already home, and they came home late but they bought us food again, Jollibee to be specific. I don’t know but I think they want me to be more fat but meh, I was still hungry so yep I ate again hahaha. This was an almost meh day but since they bought home foods, It kinda made my day better. I went to bed after doing my Memoir and Personal Narrative and it was tiring, Like real shit I almost fell asleep doing it, but I managed to finish my work so I thought I deserve to watch at least a single episode of Money Heist. I thought I’ll just watch a single episode but I ended up watching almost the whole season. So I just wrote this just to tell you my non-existential friend that I’d be fucked up tomorrow. Pray for me dear friend haha.

January 17, 2020

Hey! It’s friYey! We had our swimming class, and guess what? I finished the task! I wasn’t expecting it because I really don’t know how to swim but my grades were in the lines so I had to do it. The day went smooth and everything was okay (I guess) but yeah, I was really happy because I learnt how to swim! I may not be as good as everyone else but it already was a great achievement for me because even before, I really hoped that I could swim with my friends since every time we come visit resorts I just enjoyed watching them but, I can now swim with them. I went home with painful limbs because of the thorough swimming, but it was okay. Who cares? I can already swim! I’m gonna sleep early now cause I’m tired, like really tired. Bye for now good friend!

January 18, 2020

Hello again non-existent friend! It was an awesome day! We went to see my cousins at General Santos City and had some quality time. We visited SM and bought cute stuffed toys just for nothing, we just liked it haha. I went and visited my favorite store, and guess which store is it? It’s Guess. Meh. That wasn’t funny at all though it was a nonsense joke. We ate again at Tong Yang and we ate so much, the thought already made me hungry. Our parents weren’t with us, so we were wild as the bears so we went everywhere and bought things that weren’t that useful. We walked ate and of course we would never miss Starbucks every time we come and visit any SM or any place that has Starbucks because it’s our all time favorite. Oh! I forgot Chat Time is also one of our faves. Speaking of, Chat Time is yet to open at KCC mall so yep, my pockets will be full of air soon.

January 19, 2020

It’s Sunday non-existent friend, have you went to church? Hahahah just kidding, I don’t think you have your religion cause you doesn’t even exist. Lol. So here ya go, we went to church and prayed, glorified God and asked for our heart’s desire. After that we went and ate at Chowking and got ourselves some Lemon Juice drinks and afterwards, we went home. I cleaned the room of my parents and to my surprise, they randomly gave me a Santa Barbara wallet and a Birkenstock sandals and it really made me smile. I know that you might think I’m spoiled but I really am not, it’s just like my patents way of expressing their love for me, and my brother. I am thankful of my parents because they gave us things even though we don’t deserve it and for that, I am eternally grateful. Thanks for everything dear friend, because thought you don’t exist, I could still share my stories with you.

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My Dad loved root beer barrels and old Barbara Streisand movies. He was a biker, a tough guy to the core. But he couldn’t stand to watch me cry. He’d be in the middle of yelling at me for being bad and I would cry and he’d have to look away. He loved taking the backroads to our destinations. Every once and a while he’d take out his records and play his favorite songs. He’d share stories with my sister and I about where he was and what he was doing when the songs came out. He’d talk about growing up with his brothers and sisters, his days in the military, when he met our mom, when we were born. He’d love it when I made him a card from scratch or baked corn bread. We had lasagna dinners or BBQs together on warm summer nights. He use to pay me for getting good grades. After a while he told me, “Mija, I can’t afford you anymore!”. He taught me to drive and helped me get my first car. He also was the worst gift giver in the world! But he gave the best hugs! They were warm and inviting and strong. He’d see me and his face would light up! “Mija!” 😊 I loved being his Mija and I miss him every day ❤️ For all the memories good and bad, I Love You Daddy! Happy Father’s Day! ¡Te Quiero MUCHO! ❤️❤️❤️ (at Sacramento, California)

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Toddler Meal Ideas

These Toddler Meal Ideas are simple, healthy and easy to assemble. Use these ideas to introduce your toddlers to new foods, help picky eaters and make meals more enjoyable for everyone.

Hi friends!

Time for another roundup of toddler meal ideas! It’s been over 4 months since I shared my last roundup. Hard to believe isn’t it?! The months are just flying right by. I’ve been sharing Squish’s meals since he was about 18 months old and he’s now 3.5 years old! And Little miss is almost 18 months so some of these meals belong to each kid.

In case you’ve missed any of my previous large roundups of toddler meal ideas, here they are for easy reference:

40 Healthy Toddler Meals

A Month of Easy Toddler Meal Ideas

50+ Toddler Meal Ideas (PDF Download)

50 Healthy Toddler Meal Ideas

50+ Quick Toddler Meal Ideas

Important note because someone always asks- the plates are from Re-Play Recycled. (affiliate link) They’re our favorite. I just bought the rainbow 12 pack AND some of their bowls, which I also love.

A few other notes:

I try to judge how my kids are eating by looking at the big picture. If they don’t eat one meal, they’ve likely either eaten well at 1 or 2 of the other meals, or had a few too many snacks that day. And if they haven’t, then they’ve usually eaten fairly well the day before or will the day after.

There are repeat items and the kids definitely have their favorites, but hopefully some of the pictures will spark some ideas!

Feel free to sub other fruits and veggies based on whats in season, child preference and chewing ability, etc.

This is just meant to give ideas. All kids eat different amounts and varieties.

No, they do not always eat everything I serve them. If you want to see daily before and afters, be sure you’re following me on Instagram and watching my stories!

Ok so here’s your latest round of toddler meal ideas:

Avocado toast on Dave’s Killer Bread, strawberries & Honey Smoked Fish Company Salmon

Strawberries, Chocolate Pea Cookie, Plainville Organic Turkey (from Costco), Strawberry PB Oatmeal

Steamed veggies, Barilla protein+ spaghetti, Crockpot Meatballs

Simple Mills Crackers with Sabra hummus, roasted sweet potatoes, baked chicken, taste of kale, bacon and goat cheese stuffed chicken, bbq sauce

Corn, Dr. Praegers Spinach Littles, avocado toast

Cucumber and hummus, HB eggs (from Costco), leftover hot dog from dinner out (I don’t buy hot dogs but both my kids eat them at restaurants)

Barbara’s Cinnamon puffins, raspberries, waffle french toast peanut butter sandwich (just regular french toast cooked on a waffle iron with peanut butter in between)

Grapes, Giovani Rana spinach and cheese tortellini, roasted cauliflower, Meijer Brand chicken sausage

Steel cut oats made with cashew milk, peanut butter, cinnamon and vanilla and blueberries, peppers with ranch, roasted potatoes, bite of a salmon burger

Sweet potato bite, blueberries, pepperoni and cheese rollup

Pasta with red sauce, avocado toast, raisins, pulled pork with bbq sauce

Blueberries, roasted sweet potato, avocado, pepperoni, farro

Blueberries, roasted carrots, hard boiled egg, peanut butter toast

HB egg, Broccoli Littles, Made in Nature Tart Cherry Figgy Pops, turkey and avocado roll-up

Sunchips, Broccoli Littles, Baked Oatmeal French Toast Sticks (added shredded carrots), blueberries

Peas, Lotus Foods ramen, shredded chicken with bbq sauce

Figgy pop, Triscuits with hummus, turkey stuffed with pepperoni and cheese

Honey roasted peanuts, snap peas, pears, avocado toast

Almond Butter Chicken and zoodles skillet (chicken and veggies separated), pear and pasta with red sauce

Avocado toast, microwaved sweet potato, Egg Waffle

Rice, roasted green beans, Instant Pot Asian Chicken

Corn, Simple Mills crackers with hummus, french toast waffles

Grapes, Egg Wrap, buttered noodles

Pretzels with hummus, blackberries, PB & Banana Sandwich

Banana Oat Bar, roasted sweet potatoes, pizza meatball (coming soon)

Grapes, Pumpkin Yogurt Bar (made dairy free by subbing pea milk for yogurt, and I added hemp seeds), avocado, homemade chicken and noodles

Carrots with ranch, crackers and hummus, bacon, Instant Pot Chicken Marsala

Strawberries, Dr. Praeger’s Broccoli Littles, Kid Fresh Foods Chicken Meatballs

Carrots with ranch, roasted sweet potatoes, chicken and black bean quesadilla

Grapes, Pumpkin Yogurt Bar, PB Chocolate Cauliflower Oatmeal

Crackers and hummus, cottage cheese and eggs

Sweet potatoes, banana, pizza meatballs

Blackberries, sweet potatoes, chicken and hummus naan pizza

Sweet Potato Protein Cookie, Turkey, hummus and cheese rollup

Maple Bacon Roasted Carrots, apples, waffle french toast

Roasted carrots, strawberries, Bob’s Red Mill Paleo Waffle Mix, pork tenderloin

Pears, rice, chicken fried rice

Crackers and hummus, raspberries, pb&J

Grapes, Lemon Energy Ball (with blueberries added)

Hummus and pepperoni naan pizza

Roasted sweet potatoes, steamed green beans, Kid Fresh Foods Chicken Meatballs

Graham Cracker, strawberries, scrambled eggs with peas and chicken sausage

Carrots and ranch, Coconut Oil Banana Muffin, Chicken Marsala

Pineapple, Trail mix, Turkey

Clementine, Kodiak Cakes pancakes with blueberries, hotdog

Sweet potato, pears, lasagna

Crackers and hummus, potatoes, turkey and avocado rollup, Outshine Popsicle

Sweet potatoes, Love Grown Sea Stars, turkey, apple

Smoked Salmon, strawberries, tortellini, Coconut Oil Banana Muffin

Pear, Siggi’s 4% yogurt, crockpot pot roast, rigatoni

Annie’s mac and cheese, peas, Freezer Chicken Tenders

Curry roasted sweet potatoes, naan, chicken curry

Bare apple chips with peanut butter, PB Chia Crackers, oatmeal with berries

Carrots and ranch, Rice Krispie treat, meatballs

Crackers and hummus, dates with peanut butter, Kid Fresh Foods chicken nuggets

Crackers and hummus, pears, Green Smoothie Pancakes

Naan with hummus, Lemon Energy Ball, tuna cake, strawberries

And that’s it for toddler meal ideas today!

If you’re interested in my feeding philosophy, check out this post on Why My Toddler Doesn’t Always Eat What I Eat. I also have two ebooks for sale that you might enjoy: The Ultimate Guide to Food Prep and How To Cook Dinner on the Fly.

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First Time Owner Information On How To maintain Chickens

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Regardless of the fragility inherent in chickens, you possibly can rest assured they have ways to endure by way of the harshest seasons within the year. Be sure you keep in mind that there are inherent variations in all chickens as nicely and no matter what you must be careful for his or her nicely being. So be sure you do protect them within the harshest of seasons. Although you can encounter chickens that can hold up in winter, summers could be preferable. Just keep this stuff in thoughts, as well as the weather that you're experiencing during the time you decide to buy chickens, so you be sure you get the fitting ones which is able to let them survive in your care. Be certain that your chickens will not be heated for the smallest motive when the weather begins to get cold, particularly in wintertime. The flock might be useless on account of that. Simply so you know, as a result of their skill to vary their metabolism, chickens are extremely adaptable, so keep that in thoughts. After the bath, I noticed Rosco was acting strange. She was standing funny and bobbing her head up and down. A few weeks earlier, I had a tough time waking her up and had started actually noticing how grey her fur had been getting. Noah cuddled along with her for a number of hours, but her signs did not appear to improve. Her eyes weren't as vivid as normal, she was bobbing her head, she had a tough time strolling, and she seemed to have misplaced coordination in her again legs. I used to be very sad and thought she was in all probability dying. We brought her outdoors and showed her around the farm. We confirmed her the barn and alpacas and laid with her within the grass within the sunshine. Despite her signs, she appeared to be hanging on. We spent the next week caring for her and making her comfy. She was losing weight regardless of Noah hand feeding her hen baby meals and holding her on the water bowl so she might drink with out falling in.

But the good news is the truth that eggs produce when the hen is older is far better high quality than the eggs produce by younger chicken. So you continue to wind up with profitable eggs regardless of quantity. The weather can be different explanation why eggs lay by hens are generally fewer than anticipated. Warm weather is conducive for hen to lay eggs constantly and so expect lots of eggs during this interval. However do not be surprised within the event you can’t even get 1 egg throughout winter and extreme heat. This is regular and you have nothing to be afraid of primarily as a result of just like human the hen may also expertise discomfort. Now, if the weather is okay plus the eggs suddenly drop to what is your normal harvest, which signifies your hens, is likely to be unhealthy. If you can find a lot of feathers or molting taking place then a lot better to check your coop as there might be mites which are making them sick and unable to put eggs consistently.

He was racing around the sector and would run proper as much as Riphaeus (who was of course proper at his mommy's facet) and leap aspect ways. It reminded me of a scene from Bambi. Riphaeus did not appear to take the bait. Hopefully he will loosen up and begin taking part in with the brand new little guy who has tons of vitality and loves to run! About fifty minutes after the cria was born, the placenta was born. Between the cria and the placenta, Maree Sol is now 30 lbs lighter! Below, the cria is making an attempt to nurse off Sol's neck. He still hadn't found the milk machine however had been wanting diligently for the last 45 minutes whereas he was operating round. The placenta was intact and all the pieces seemed good. Sol is an excellent mother. She continued to attempt to direct the cria to the milk machine and ran after him humming every time he took off. Lately however she has been refusing her bottle and has been seen with milky chops. After hours of observations we have seen her sneakily feeding from 4 completely different mothers! She appears to watch and wait and when a cria goes below she whips round to the opposite side and wham bam thanks mam! Una, racing off as a cria begins to feed on the opposite facet of the field! It is now that the women get complicated. Two days after Verity was born, we came home from a lunch out to find that Minstrel had popped out a lovely little black lady who we've named Violet. She is, as you'll be able to see, beautiful. I think that is her. This is when it all starts to get confusing you see. Right here is Ulani, daughter of Bobby, I believe. Then we have Willow, with Umbria and another person in the background.

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First Time Owner Information On How To keep Chickens

Wholesome and happy chickens also make their owners proud to show them off. As well as, wholesome and blissful chickens convey joy to 1's life just by being appealing creatures with their gentle clucking. For many who like taking care of chickens, it is vital to give the chickens themselves numerous love and care similar to any other pet. In doing so, one will uncover the joys of looking after chickens and the benefits which they deliver. Searching for more tips on looking after chickens in the again backyard? Uncover every part it's good to know and the way easy it is to raise your individual hen. Separate yourself from the same old chicken house owners and keep away from expensive mistakes. Log in or Create Account to submit a remark. Writer: TrevoJohnso Have you really thought of elevating some chickens? Writer: James Harley There are so many explanation why anyone with a vacant lot and the time to spare to begin caring for chickens. Though the target of the activity zeroes in on including important quantities of cash to the monthly household price range, it cannot be denied that dwelling rooster farming can also deliver priceless, intangible issues that can further hold the family collectively. What Can Elevating Chicken Do For You? Publisher: Invoice M Bailey People raise hen for lots of reasons. In any case, folks have been elevating rooster since 5400 BC. The domestication of the rooster has largely advanced into a major food manufacturing endeavor for human consumption. At present, domesticated chickens in farm houses are more various than wild fowl in forests across the world. Publisher: Chris Santina In case you have never thought of constructing a rooster coop now's the right time to at least think about it. Not solely will you obtain the benefit of free, recent and organic eggs; you will assist sustainable dwelling practices and the humane treatment of animals in the method.

Despite the fragility inherent in chickens, you'll be able to relaxation assured they have ways to endure through the harshest seasons in the year. Be sure you remember that there are inherent differences in all chickens as effectively and it doesn't matter what you need to be careful for his or her properly being. So make sure you do protect them in the harshest of seasons. Though you possibly can encounter chickens that may hold up in winter, summers might be preferable. Simply keep this stuff in thoughts, as well as the weather that you are experiencing in the course of the time you decide to purchase chickens, so you be sure to get the suitable ones which will allow them to survive in your care. Be sure your chickens will not be heated for the smallest cause when the weather starts to get chilly, especially in wintertime. The flock might be useless because of that. Just so you know, due to their potential to alter their metabolism, chickens are highly adaptable, so keep that in mind. After the bath, I seen Rosco was performing strange. She was standing funny and bobbing her head up and down. Just a few weeks earlier, I had a difficult time waking her up and had began really noticing how grey her fur had been getting. Noah cuddled together with her for a couple of hours, but her signs did not appear to improve. Her eyes weren't as shiny as regular, she was bobbing her head, she had a difficult time walking, and she appeared to have misplaced coordination in her back legs. I used to be very unhappy and thought she was most likely dying. We introduced her exterior and showed her around the farm. We confirmed her the barn and alpacas and laid together with her within the grass within the sunshine. Despite her symptoms, she appeared to be hanging on. We spent the following week caring for her and making her snug. She was shedding weight despite Noah hand feeding her chicken baby food and holding her on the water bowl so she might drink with out falling in.

But the nice news is the truth that eggs produce when the hen is older is much better high quality than the eggs produce by younger chicken. So you still wind up with winning eggs no matter amount. The weather can also be other explanation why eggs lay by hens are sometimes fewer than expected. Heat weather is conducive for hen to lay eggs persistently and so anticipate lots of eggs during this period. However do not be stunned within the occasion you can’t even get 1 egg throughout winter and extreme heat. This is regular and also you don't have anything to be afraid of primarily because just like human the hen may expertise discomfort. Now, if the weather is fine plus the eggs all of a sudden drop to what's your regular harvest, which signifies your hens, could be unhealthy. If you will see that plenty of feathers or molting taking place then much better to test your coop as there could possibly be mites which are making them sick and unable to lay eggs consistently.

He was racing around the sector and would run right up to Riphaeus (who was of course right at his mommy's side) and leap facet methods. It reminded me of a scene from Bambi. Riphaeus didn't seem to take the bait. Hopefully he will loosen up and begin enjoying with the new little guy who has tons of energy and loves to run! About fifty minutes after the cria was born, the placenta was born. Between the cria and the placenta, Maree Sol is now 30 lbs lighter! Beneath, the cria is trying to nurse off Sol's neck. He still hadn't discovered the milk machine however had been trying diligently for the final 45 minutes while he was running around. The placenta was intact and all the things regarded good. Sol is a wonderful mom. She continued to try and direct the cria to the milk machine and ran after him humming each time he took off. Just lately nonetheless she has been refusing her bottle and has been seen with milky chops. After hours of observations we now have seen her sneakily feeding from four completely different mothers! She seems to watch and wait and when a cria goes beneath she whips spherical to the opposite aspect and wham bam thank you mam! Una, racing off as a cria starts to feed on the other facet of the field! It is now that the women get complicated. Two days after Verity was born, we came dwelling from a lunch out to seek out that Minstrel had popped out a lovely little black girl who we now have named Violet. She is, as you can see, beautiful. I think that is her. This is when it all begins to get complicated you see. Right here is Ulani, daughter of Bobby, I feel. Then now we have Willow, with Umbria and someone else in the background.

BUENOS AIRES, Argentina - The roars of lions, snorts of rhinos and trumpets of elephants still blend with the cacophony of honking buses and screeching vehicles passing nearby in one of the most closely congested areas of Argentina's capital. A 12 months after the 140-12 months-previous Buenos Aires zoo closed its doorways and was reworked into a park, hundreds of animals remain behind bars and in a noisy limbo. Builders final July promised to relocate most of the zoo's 1,500 animals to sanctuaries in Argentina and abroad, but that they had made no agency preparations to do so. And a new master plan introduced Tuesday still would not specify how they will accomplish it. Most of the animals are so zoo-educated that experts worry they might die if moved, even to wild animal preserves. Conservationists additionally complain that the remaining animals still stay in antiquated enclosures widely considered inhumane by modern standards — and say the town government's new plan gives few specifics of how improvements might be made. Claudio Bertonatti, a former Buenos Aires zoo director and consultant for the Fundacion Azara non-governmental organization. Writer: bbqfood Ribs are a summertime favourite dish for everybody. Faraway Alpacas Different chef use totally different kinds to cook ribs. The secret for cooking ribs is that they need to be cook at low temperature. Writer: Andre Savoie Are you searching for recommendation on fuel grill cooking time for hen? Checkout our guide for cooking hen outdoors together with tips on the way to know when the hen is cooked, the way to get great style and even what to do with the bones in or out. Publisher: bbqfood A barbeque social gathering is the fantastic option to impress your relations, friends or loved ones. You can also make youparty extra enjoyable with the right planning and the fitting environment. Your relations, pals or beloved ones will remember your celebration eternally. BBQ on-line is the best way for your party arrangement. Publisher: Chef Brian The main focus of this dish is the meat. When making my BBQ Lasagna, I like to use shredded or chopped pork instead of ground beef. BBQ pork is one thing everyone seems to be familiar with and is perfect on this recipe. Most of the time when i make this recipe I am using leftover pork from an earlier cookout, but you'll be able to just as simply make it all in sooner or later. Writer: Barbara Wibault Rooster is very versatile and an incredible meat to make use of in Barbecue and grill recipes. It is simple to work with, not practically as costly as beef, however can really compete with it. There are a couple of methods to good BBQ Rooster Recipes. These two very tasty rooster variations will really get you going. Publisher: Gareth Hoyle Having simply loved the most well liked April in historical past, Britain basks in more solar as Could continues in the identical trend. The previous few financial institution holiday weekends have been extremely satisfying and record sales of barbecues have been reported.