#we ate sliced cheese that morning

[putridmoon]

that point in the night where I am ONCE AGAIN sad that my parents never loved me. not only at their hands, but at others too, they abused me and allowed me to be abused, and times like tonight I just cant imagine doing what they did to me to another child

[cornerstoreclown]

Mornings with Art? I think it’s a cute scene to imagine Art eating while reader comes in (all sleepy and groggy and out of it cause they just woke up), wordlessly kisses him on the cheek, and makes her breakfast

Writing this before bed. So if there’s errors, I’ll get ‘em tomorrow. For now here’s some domestic shit. I did add dialogue though, I hope that’s okay! I was trying to think of how to go about it without words but then I just went wherever my head led me.

F!Reader x Art

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Ever since he’d come home one particularly bad night due to a victim that just so happened to be carrying a firearm, he’d been taking it easy on himself. A few bullet wounds here and there, which you helped him patch up with the standard bandages and gauze, but for the most part he took his injuries in stride, opting to lay low and keep indoors for however long he decided. Dying was hard when you were a supernatural force, which you knew he very well was. You let him borrow the spare room to work on whatever gadgets and gizmos he wanted to create for his next escapade–for whatever that might actually entail.

As long as you’re not at the end of his knife, gun, mace–whatever weapon he decides to use, you’re fine with it. Though you know one day you might end up with one of those weapons lodged in your back or in your skull, you pray that it never happens. The first mistake would be to get comfortable around this man and let your guard down, which you never did.

However, it’s moments like this, when he’s sitting at the kitchen table when you head downstairs for breakfast that really make you want to do otherwise. Especially right now.

Art was sitting right at the kitchen table, eating frozen pizza from last nights dinner, and he’s doing it rather politely, you note. One slice on a paper plate, napkin nearby, and another slice being daintily held with both hands as he quietly and gently chews each bite he takes.

You have to remind yourself he killed someone last month and ate a rat last week. But it doesn’t stop you from tiredly smiling as you watch him through your unkempt hair that obscures part of your vision.

He merely regards you with a look, still munching away.

Fatigue whispers in your ear and urges you back to your warm and comfy bed. But whether you’re burdened by school, work, or both, there’s no rest to be had.

“Hey,” You yawn tiredly, walking your way to the coffee machine. It was either that or tea this morning. Art was a tea kind of guy, so you put on the electric kettle for him.

He resumes eating, almost finishing his first slice. He’s now got one leg crossed over the other as he assesses you in your oversized t-shirt, munching away on the crust. He has an aura of sassiness to him this morning with that body language.

“Yeah, yeah, I look rough, I know. Not all of us are divas when we wake up,” You lean against the counter, folding your arms across your chest. “And pizza? For breakfast? Come on.”

Art just responds in kind with fluffing up his imaginary hair and then flipping it over his shoulder. Bad hair day? Couldn’t be him!

“You got any plans for today, or are you just gonna go back to crafting shit in my spare room?”

Art shrugs his shoulders as he reaches for the second pizza slice, this time ripping off parts of the cold sauced and cheesed up flatbread to pop in his mouth in a very prim manner. He’s been very into letting his whims lead his decisions as of late.

“Gotcha.” You remark, not sure where to continue the conversation immediately, but you don’t need to worry about that as your coffee has finished brewing and the electric kettle has heat up the water. You sweeten your coffee to taste, as well as Art’s tea in a timely manner. He liked his drinks sweet. Anything bitter was an immediate no. With the remaining hot water in the kettle, you use it to make yourself instant oatmeal.

You plant a kiss to his cheek which he allows as you put his drink down near him. You take your seat on the other side of the table where your oatmeal waits, coffee mug in hand, watching him eat. Silence passes between the two of you until you finally voice what you’ve been thinking for the past few minutes.

“Can you rip me off a piece?”

[wiselyghost]

《Incorrect Quotes mw2》

Y/n: we can't tell you because your not part of the club

Alejandro: What club?

Y/n: The hating Graves club.

Alejandro: …The fuck? I should be the leader of that club!

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Soap: Are you a painting?

Y/n: What-?

Soap: Because I want to pin you to a wall.

Gaz: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG THEM OR SOMETHING-

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Y/n: WHO ATE MY BREAD?!

Y/n : I'M GOING TO FUCKING K-

Simon : I did?

Y/n: Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't been eating anything today Simon .

*walking away*

Simon :

Simon : Their gone Soap.

Soap, coming out the closet with bread stuffed in their mouth: Twankh uh!

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Simon , working at McDonald's: Sorry sir, we don't serve a McFuck here, so either you throw that one slice of pickle out or we're gonna have a McProblem.

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Y/n: You know, , when you generalize, you tell general... lies.

Gaz: ...

Gaz: Are you trying to teach me moral lessons through puns.

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König : May luck (and this picture of Y/n eating shredded cheese at 3 in the morning) be with you.

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(Gaz trying to flirt 💀)

Gaz: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Y/n: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

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Gaz: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this...

Y/n: *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card?

Gaz: Holy moly-

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Price: So, y/n is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Soap: Why?

Price: Because I've caught them trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

Y/n, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

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Alright that is all folks thought this would be funny to share if you guys have any requests l will be happy to see them but before you do go to my page and check out the post where it talks about what l can and can't write and other things l will do in the future love you all and have a wonderful day/morning/night :) <3

[lexithevalkyrie]

Fat tip number 15: piggies got to eat

In today's fat tip, we will be looking at some affordable foods to really pack the pounds for your piggies!

Starting with the most important meal of the day, you have many options for a fattening breakfast. But the combo I am focusing on is a favorite combo of mine, a simple egg, cheese, and ham croissant with some orange juice. A simple and relatively small meal can give you a lot of calories to start off the day. To break down the calories using 3 eggs cooked in butter (averages roughly 300 calories), sliced ham (sliced wellshire ham is 110 per slice), shredded Mexican cheese (110 calories per serving), a nice buttery croissant ( averages 250+ calories), and washing it all down with some OJ (averaging 110 calories)bringing you to around 910 calories to start, to put that into perspective the average total calories you would eat for breakfast is 350-450 calories

Now starting off your day with almost 1k calories in your gut it's time for lunch, since you had a big breakfast you should treat lunch as a light snack to digest what you ate in the morning. So we will have a light meal im the form of a hostess danish, now although such a tiny snack could hardly count as lunch, many people overlook its ungodly amount of calories in it. A single pack of danish can add as much as 430 calories. Bring your total to 1.3k calories and because it is such a small snack by the time it is dinner you'll be hungry for more~

A few hours past, and your gut is likely ready for even more tasty food. So, to hit your calories, it is time to eat some pizza and drink some soda! For some cheap and grease filled pizza, we will be having little Ceasars pizza, crazy bread, and some Coca-Cola. To break down the count here, a large extra most bestest pepperoni pizza averages 309 calories per slice (having 4 slices should be enough), 3 sticks of crazy bread will give you 295 calories, and a can of cola is 170 calories. Bringing you to 3,093 calories. And with a big stuffed belly, you can enjoy a late night snack to add just that extra calories 😉

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 8]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.3K

Yunho had a pep in his step as he came back to the restaurant on Friday morning. He was excited to come back to work so he arrived earlier. Yesterday felt weird to not go into the restaurant to work.

"(y/n)?" He poked his head in. You were alone and had your AirPods on, listening to music as you worked on whatever was in front of you. You hadn't heard him come in. Yunho blinked and stepped forward, tapping your shoulder lightly.

"Who-" You jumped back in fear, as if you were afraid of getting attacked. Yunho flinched also, surprised by your fearful reaction.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" Yunho fully bowed in apology.

"It's fine. I didn't hear you come in with my music playing." You frowned slightly, removing your AirPods and tucking them away. Yunho cleared his throat.

"Where are the others?" Yunho asked as he went to put his bag and coat in the locker room.

"I told them to sleep in a little. Sometimes, working in peace and quiet is what I need." You replied, mixing the pie batter in the bowl.

"I understand." Yunho nodded. You couldn't help but involuntarily snort at that, did he really understand what you meant? He seemed like someone who likes to surround himself with noise and other people, someone who doesn't like to be alone or for the environment to be too quiet.

"Hang on, let me make a coffee." Yunho said and went out to make himself a macchiato. At the same time, he made you an iced americano, bringing the cups into the kitchen.

"Thank you. Are you hungry?" You asked as you wiped your hands on your apron towel and took a sip before you went into the walk in.

"I guess?" Yunho blinked in confusion.

"I'll make you a sandwich." You came back out with a prep tray of items. You unwrapped the paper and there was a chunk of what looked like beef in the middle.

"What's that?" He came next to you, leaning to see as you used your knife to shave off slices of the meat.

"It's salt beef. Or corned beef. I made it yesterday for Seonghwa and got it ready this morning to give out." You explained.

"Here." You handed him a slice to try.

"Mmm! It's good." Yunho's eyes widened as he ate it. When he thought corned beef, his brain could only think of that chunk of meat that comes in a can. He didn't think that it was the processed version of this piece of meat in front of him.

"This is rye bread, Russian dressing, swiss cheese and sauerkraut. It's like a fermented, pickled cabbage." You showed him each component as you stacked the sandwich.

"Then we grill it to make a sandwich, a reuben sandwich." You pressed the sandwich onto a hot pan until the cheese melted and the bread toasted.

"It looks so good!" Yunho clapped his hands excitedly. When you took it off the pan, you sliced it down the middle.

"There you go, a reuben sandwich." You slid it to him. Yunho took his phone out to take a picture first.

He picked up the sandwich and took a big bite. The crunch of the bread with all the components, the sauerkraut cutting the creamy dressing and cheese, it was amazing.

"This is amazing." Yunho melted, leaning his elbows on the table as he savoured the taste.

As he enjoyed the sandwich, you went back to preparing the pastries and cakes for the day. You would occasionally glance over at Yunho eating his sandwich. Honestly, you had no idea why you felt so much anticipation making the sandwich for him. Maybe because you've been quite amused by his reactions to food so far.

"I'm glad you like it." You said, turning around to mix the muffin batter. Yunho smiled softly as he looked at the back of your head. It warmed his heart that this was you starting to open up to him.

"This thing... sauerkraut? How do you make it?" Yunho asked.

"It's actually really easy. You shred the cabbage and massage it with salt until the water comes out then you let it pickle with it's own natural bacteria and enzymes." You informed.

"So I'm guessing you made this?" He held up a strand of the pickled cabbage. You nodded your head.

"Well, I'm sad that this is my last bite." He pouted, staring at the small piece of sandwich that was left in his hands.

"You can always learn to make it yourself then make more." You replied.

"Speaking of, is there anything I can help you with? Since you're doing this on your own." Yunho straightened up, going to the sink to wash his hands and the plate the he used.

"The boys are coming in 30 minutes. But you can still help." You shrugged. He nodded, going to the locker room to retrieve a spare apron. After tying the string around his waist, he pulled his sleeves up and washed his hands again.

"Okay, chef! What do I do?" Yunho saluted with a big smile as he jogged over to where you were.

"We're going to make the coffee crumb cake. Measure all this into here while I make the crumb that goes in the middle and on top." You pointed on the recipe sheet and all the ingredients he needed.

"I can do that." He grinned and started measuring each component. You had taken out the ingredients earlier so he didn't need to retrieve them.

"Where is the coffee in the coffee cake?"

"There is actually no coffee in coffee cake. It's just meant to go well with a cup of coffee." You replied, mixing the crumb ingredients together with your fingers.

"That's... confusing..." He laughed. You hummed in agreement. You looked over to see how he was managing.

There was a small frown on his face as he checked the weighing scale for each ingredient, he chewed on his bottom lip, focussed on trying to get the exact weight of everything. You could tell he was frustrated when he was even 0.1g over what was needed. He would carefully add and remove each minute amount.

"Done!" He showed you the bowl. You told him which ingredients to put together, standing with him at the mixer to let him add the ingredients in.

"Once the sour cream, butter and sugar are whipped together and it looks fluffy and airy. Slowly add the eggs." You instructed. Yunho tried his best to follow your instructions. He didn't want to mess up.

"No shell." He said proudly, cracking the eggs into the small bowl and adding them in.

"Should I do the flour little by little?"

"Yes, maybe in batches of 3. Lower the speed of the mixer or it will go everywhere." You advised him. He did exactly as told, watching in amazement as he made the cake batter.

"I've never done this before. Or rather, my mum always said I made a mess so I wasn't alloewd to do much." He sighed.

"You've been keeping your area neat so far." You shrugged, continuing to mix with crumb with your hands to ensure you got the right consistency. You tasted it to make sure that the taste and texture wa right before going to wash your hands.

"That's good." You said. You took the bowl from the mixer and scraped down the sides. Then you grabbed the cake tin and layered the two components.

"Let me help." Yunho held the bowl of batter for you to guide it into the pan. After smoothing it, you put a layer of crumb.

"Ooh, like a filling?" He asked, watching you crumble the crumb evenly over the batter.

"Yes, so we cover this with the remaining batter and more crumb." You said, putting more batter on top of the middle layer of crumb. Then you put a final layer of crumb over the top.

You repeated the step for the other cake tin and put the cakes into the oven to bake.

"Morning, (y/n)." Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho came in.

"Hey." You greeted, putting the used dishes together. The 3 were surprised to see Yunho already there with an apron, standing beside you, ready to take on whatever task you assigned. From the flour stains on his apron, they guessed that you had let him help with with whatever you were doing.

"Look at you being so hardworking." Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you to squish you into a hug. You scrunched your nose lightly, body stiff but you didn't push him away.

"Did you sleep?" Seonghwa asked softly, a hand on your head. He didn't ask if you slept well, he asked if you slept at all.

"I did, Hwa. Don't worry. Your salt beef is in the fridge." You informed. Seonghwa's eyes widened in excitement.

"You didn't..."

"I did." You nodded. Seonghwa left you and immediately headed for the walk in. He came back out with the piece of salt beef that you had used earlier.

"See? You should get a meat slicer so we don't have to manually slice it anymore." Jongho chuckled.

"If you can find anymore space in my kitchen to put an industrial meat slicer, go ahead, Jong." You rolled your eyes. Wooyoung was still glued to your side, his arms around your waist as he leaned his head on your shoulder tiredly.

Yunho watched this exchange quietly. You were really so different when you were around familiar people. Not only were you more relaxed, there was a little bit more playfulness in the way you spoke.

"Okay, get to work." You said, patting Wooyoung on the hip. He went to get his apron.

"What has been done?" He asked.

"Muffins and coffee crumb cake are in the oven. Chicken & leek pie filling is done, pastry has not been rolled out and blind baked. I was getting Yunho started on the financier batter."

"Are you getting more comfortable around the kitchen?" Seonghwa asked Yunho, chewing on a slice of salt beef.

"Thanks for (y/n)!" He replied enthusiastically. You raised your eyebrows at his reply.

"Hwa, stop eating and get to work. You can make your sandwich later." You scolded. Seonghwa laughed and covered the meat back up with the paper wrapping, putting it back into the walk in. He washed his hands and was by your side immediately, assisting you with what you were doing.

"Maybe I should move out of the way." Yunho said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"No, it's fine. Just finishing weighing all this according to this. Woo, take over the mixing later?" You turned to the male. Wooyoung gave you a thumbs up.

"I'm making the brown butter now." He informed, swirling the pan on the stove. The brown butter gives financiers a nutty flavour.

"It smells nice in here!" San came through the door.

"Boss man is working in the kitchen?" Yeosang tilted his head, seeing Yunho working with Jongho by the mixer. Wooyoung nodded his head with a playful giggle.

"Told you guys I can bake." Yunho scoffed.

"Are you sure you didn't just eat the scraps?" Mingi scoffed, coming back into the kitchen with an iced coffee in hand.

"No, that's not true! I'm not like all of you who just samples and eats everything. I actually helped make the coffee crumb cake. Didn't I, (y/n)?" Yunho frowned with a small pout. You nodded in confirmation, stirring the icing for said cake in your bowl.

"Ice and slice." You slid the bowl of icing to Jongho. Jongho picked it up immediately, drizzling the icing over the cooled cake in a zig-zag pattern. Yunho looked on, proud that he helped make that.

"Financiers going in the oven." Wooyoung announced.

"I'll do the bacon and egg danishes." Seonghwa said. You went over to help him with that.

"We should go get the store front ready for opening. Stock the coffee bar with what we need." Yunho said to his 4 friends. The 5 of them went out, leaving the kitchen.

"Hongjoong, I moved the box of milk cartons into the walk in. They were delivered this morning." You informed.

"Okay, thanks (y/n)." Hongjoong smiled and went to the walk in with Yeosang to help him move the boxes of milk cartons out to the front.

"Can I make all of you a drink?" Mingi offered. You still had the coffee Yunho made you so only Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho gave their drink orders.

The 4 of you worked well, like usual, all falling into your own tasks and jobs without having to give too much detailed instructions. Jongho did the prep and final touches, Wooyoung was working on one pastry while Seonghwa did another. You floated between them, helping them or pulling stuff out of the oven.

"You made sure a pretty crimp, Jongho." You chuckled as you pulled out the chicken and leek pies. Yunho liked the idea of a mix of savoury and sweet baked goods to sell.

"I'm going to slice the banana cake." You said, cutting the loaves of banana cake into slices for serving.

"Ready for the counter." Seonghwa told the boys outside. They came in to help carry the completed sweets out to the front.

"Can I try a slice of the coffee cake?" Yunho asked. Jongho cut him a slice and served it on a plate for him. Yunho took a bite and you swore his eyes sparkled.

"I helped make this?!" He asked in disbelief. You nodded slowly, eyebrows raised in slight amusement.

"Oh my gosh! Guys, eat this! I helped make it!" Yunho ran out to let his friends try it. And to possibly rub in their faces that he was able to make something so delicious in the kitchen without blowing something up, unlike them.

"Did Yunho really make help make that? Cause it's actually edible." Mingi pointed to the plate. Yunho slapped the back of his head with an offended frown.

"He did. He measured out everything and did the cake mixing." You replied, wiping down the counter.

You heard Yunho open up the shop and the chatter of customers come in. The boys outside went to work at once, serving customers.

"Lunch will be reuben sandwiches." You said.

"Another of those amazing sandwiches?" Yunho beamed as he overheard your words while he walked in to retrieve more cocoa powder from the pantry.

"Mhmm." You nodded. Yunho grinned and nodded before leaving the kitchen.

"Another? You mean, you made him a reuben already?" Wooyoung asked. You nodded again.

"This morning when he came in early. I let him try the salt beef and made him a reuben. Although, I think he might like the sauerkraut a little more than the actual meat. He's never had a reuben before and was quite amazed by it." You explained with a small smile on your face, remembering his reaction to the sandwich.

"Wow. Look at you having cute moments with our boss." Jongho teased with his arms crossed. You shot him a flat look, rolling your eyes and continuing what you were doing.

"There was no moment. I made him a sandwich. I have been making all of you sandwiches for so long." You said.

"The first sandwich she made me was kimchi and peanut butter." Seonghwa remembered.

"I was 5!" You hissed.

"And so cute. You looked at me and asked me if it was delicious, I had to tell you it was the best thing I've ever eaten." He laughed, patting your head and pinching your cheek.

"You know what, make your own salt beef next time. I'm not going to be nice to you anymore." You frowned.

"Sure, you know you can't help but be nice to me." Seonghwa wrapped his arms around you, hugging you. You and Seonghwa have been taking care of each other for a long time. While you never verbally expressed yourself, you did it through acts of service.

After all the cakes and pastries were done, you all did the clean up. Wooyoung and Seonghwa did the dishes while you and Jongho made sandwiches for everyone.

"I'll start toasting the sandwiches." You stood at the stove. Jongho helped you put the sandwiches on the pan.

"Whew, it's busy out there!" San huffed as he entered, leaning against the wall tiredly.

"Want a sandwich?" Wooyoung offered. San brightened up, coming over to see what the 4 of you were eating. You gave him one of the sandwiches and he ate it.

"What? This is so good!" San chewed and looked at the sandwich that he had just taken a bit out of.

"It's called a reuben sandwich. There's beef, cheese, pickled cabbage and a dressing. And then it is toasted." Jongho said, munching on the dill pickle that he usually had alongside his reuben. It was homemade, made by Jongho himself. Wooyoung and Seonghwa preferred just crisps.

"The beef is nice. The spices is good and it's really smokey." San nodded as he took another bite.

"It tastes better when you use an actual smoker." You chuckled. There was no space in a Korean apartment for a full size smoker so you relied on a makeshift one, using wood chips in your oven.

"Hey! What are you eating without me?" Mingi came in, tired from the Friday crowd. He came over to see what San was eating.

"Woah, that looks bomb." Mingi commented, looking at the sandwich. Seonghwa slid one over to him.

"That's for you." He informed. Mingi beamed excitedly and went to wash his hands before digging into the sandwich hungrily. San looked at Mingi with a smirk.

"Isn't it one of the best things you've ever had?" San laughed.

"It's amazing! What? How can a sandwich be so good?" Mingi said in disbelief, taking another bite to convince himself. You, Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho shot each other looks. This was such a genuinely amazed reaction, it was amusing.

"Yunho reacted the same way as all of you." You stated.

"Wait, Yunho's already had one? When?" Mingi and San turned to you in confusion.

"This morning when he came in. I made him one for breakfast." You blinked, taking a bite of your own sandwich.

"And he didn't think to leave any for us? Or tell us about it? See, I told you he was selfish over food." Mingi scoffed at his best friend. San laughed but nodded in agreement.

"Someone is talking about me in here?" Yunho poked his head in. His eyes narrowed in on the sandwich Mingi was eating.

"Is he eating my sandwich?!" Yunho screeched.

"Relax. Yours, Yeosang's and Hongjoong's are here." You pointed to the plates on the back counter. Yunho let out a sigh of relief, no way was he going to share his sandwich, even with his best friend.

"San, if you're done. We need help." Hongjoong popped in briefly. San went to wash his hands and went back out to help manage the crowd and orders. Yunho came in, closing the kitchen door behind him. Mingi looked at him with a raised eyebrow, making Yunho frown in confusion as to why he was being stared at.

"What?"

"You had one sandwich all to yourself this morning for breakfast. Didn't think to leave any of it for us to try?" Mingi asked.

"You're having one now, aren't you? Leave me and my sandwich alone." Yunho scoffed with a pout. They all were like children, fighting over food.

"I share everything with you! You're being selfish." Mingi exclaimed.

"Sorry, Mingi ah. We're best friends but when it comes to delicious food like this, it's every man for himself." Yunho shrugged.

~

Series masterlist

[burbling-belly]

Ugh my partner’s stomach is so loud for how skinny and lithe he is. Like- last night we were watching a movie, and he was eating his dinner since he just gone home from work. Normal evening right? Wrong. This man’s tummy started DESTROYING that pizza as soon as he took his first bite. As we layer on the sofa I had to suppress the urge to just tell him all about my kink since his belly was just so loud and grumbly- it was so hot.

He ate 4 relatively large slices of pizza, which is a lot for him since he’s so skinny, and my hand could FEEL the cheese and dough and tomato sauce churning through his system. I’m pretty sure I heard him whimper wince or twice when there was a particularly loud rumble.

It’s the morning afterwards and I’m still thinking about it. I need to tell this man about my kinks or else I’m gonna explode.

[eds6ngel]

second idea: would just love something with a convo about alena calling reader her step-mom or mom, instead of ms. or maybe something with alena calling reader mom for the first time! just cute and fluffy💖

of course honey!! this one is short and sweet, but touching nonetheless ♡

warnings: dad!steve. mom!reader. fem!reader. 90s!au. swearing. food mentions. fluff. comfort. slight mentions of alena's trauma due to motherly neglect. lots of happy tears from alena and reader. this is just extremely cute and endearing really!! [1.3k].

full 'when i kissed the teacher' masterlist.

With Steve having to take on a weekend shift at Target, you tackled the weekly Sunday grocery store trip with Alena. Before leaving that morning, Steve gave you an overflowing list of groceries, more than he definitely needed.

“Why does your dad put so much on the list, baby? Like, watermelon. When has your dad ever eaten watermelon?” You were holding onto Alena’s small, soft hand, guiding her with you as you pushed the shopping cart with your left, slowly filling it up with each aisle you pass.

“I like watermelon!” she beams with a smile, you laughing as you reply, “But, not a whole watermelon! If you ate an entire watermelon, your belly would be this big.” You demonstrated by holding your hand out far away from her stomach, her gasping and going, “I would not be that big!”

Tsking with a squint of your eyes, you reply, “Oh, but I think you would, sweetpea! You would have a massive watermelon belly! Big ‘ol belly.”

The conversation with the eight-year-old slowly drifted away as you arrived at the cake aisle. She lets go of your hand, running over and jumping up and down, pointing up and shouting, “Look! A Smurfs cake! A Smurfs cake!”

You look down at her and raise your eyebrows, smirking, “So, instead of a watermelon belly, you want a cake belly?”

“Cake belly sounds better! Can I have the Smurfs cake mubba?”

You delicately lift the box, Papa Smurf stood proudly next to his daughter Smurfette, two huts perched in the background, other Smurfs going about their daily activities presented in different-coloured icings. Turning the box over, it read: ‘A jam and cream sponge, completed with edible icing for decoration.’

“I think…” you stroke your chin, “If we buy this cake, you have to be a good girl to your dad for the rest of the week, okay?”

“And to you! I’ll be a good girl for you too!”

You chuckle, ruffling her hair, “And for me, obviously,” playfully rolling your eyes and placing the cake into the cart, “Smurfs cake it is!”

“Yes!” Alena cheeses, gripping her fist tight and pulling them towards her chest in celebration.

The two of you continue walking down the aisles, having to make a pit-stop for longer than expected at the bread section. Steve had written down ‘loaf of bread’ on the list, but the endless piles of different brands, sizes and types left you in slight confusion. You had recognised that the Harringtons liked their white bread, an easy ignorance to the brown loaves. However, the size of the loaf was something you were unsure on. Since there were only two of them, perhaps three if you stayed overnight and needed a slice of toast for breakfast, you agreed with yourself on the smaller loaf. It was no worry if he indeed did usually buy the bigger loaf, you could always make a stop on your way home from work and pass it over to them.

“All right, Pepperidge Farm’s Hearty White Bread is what we’re going for! Does that sound all right with you Ale—” But, as you look down, the little girl is nowhere to be found. You peer down the aisle, a flowery, yellow dress and brunette pigtails out of sight. Your internal panic begins to rise, deciding to quick power back to the aisle you just visited, wondering if she waltzed back to the chocolate section.

But, you don’t see her. “Shit,” you mumble to yourself, deciding your next safest bet was two aisles down, the one after the bread aisle. “Steve’s gonna fucking kill me,” you curse lowly, scared to death that you had lost his daughter. However, before you can make a turn to the right, the end of your cart collides directly into an older woman, her wearing a simple, long black dress, glasses neatly sat on the bridge of her nose.

“I am so sorry—” you begin to profusely apologise, however, the sight of Alena held tightly on her hip makes you let out a lengthy sigh. Thank God she was safe.

But, the word that comes out of her mouth shocks you to your core. “Mommy!”

Mommy. She called you mommy.

“Don’t apologise my dear, it’s okay!” the old woman calms your presence, “I’m assuming this one is yours. Poor baby was scared to death. Said she went around the corner and when she came back, you were gone.”

It’s then that you notice the tears rolling down her face, lips quivering and her holding her arms out, as if she wanted you to grab her. And that was the moment you knew: you were her mom.

The old woman lifts Alena up, you gripping her to your side as you cradle her head, her tears falling onto your bare shoulder. “It’s okay. Mommy’s got you. Mommy’s got you, baby.”

As you look up, the woman is smiling at the pair of you as she says, “Don’t beat yourself up over it. It was a simple mistake, you seem like a wonderful mother.”

You nod, mouthing a small “Thank you” as she bids farewell, attending back to her own grocery shopping around the corner. You cup the back of Alena’s head, stroking her hair as she stares at you with her beautiful, hazel orbs, just like her dad’s. God, they looked so much alike.

“Mommy,” she whispers out, almost as if she said nothing. You smile, letting a few tears fall yourself as you murmur back at the same volume, “Yeah, I’m your mommy, baby.”

And that’s when the waterworks burst for her. Even though she has no recollection or memories of her biological mom, you could tell it still had some heartbreaking effect on her subconsciously. It was a trauma she had no idea existed. You were the first ever figure in her life that resembled a mother, that cared for her like a mother, that supported her like a mother. So, that’s what you were. No, step-mom, no adoptive mom, just mom.

And even though she was eight years old, you cradled her in your arms as if you were caring for a newborn whose emotions were simply too big for their small body. You press a tender kiss to the side of her head, wiping the tears away from her face, making sure the salty liquid doesn’t fall into her mouth, infecting her taste buds.

She whimpers out, “I-I love you, mommy.”

You didn’t realise until that moment what an emotional impact those four words would hold on you. You’ve always wanted to be a mom, ever since you were a little girl. You think that maternal instinct you seemed to have inherited lead you to wanting to become a teacher in the first place. Something about raising kids to become healthy, human adults made you feel warm inside. But, no teaching position could ever come close to feeling the real thing.

“I love you too, baby girl,” you smile back, the pair of you wetly giggling, Alena using her small thumbs to wipe the tears that escaped from your eyes, collecting in a tiny puddle in the middle of your cheeks. “Want to stay on my hip?”

She nods in reply, “Yes, mommy.” God, you were gonna have to get used to that.

“Okay,” you quietly reply, the two of you continuing down the halls of the grocery store, filling the cart with the remaining items that Steve wished you collected for him.

But, what really was the absolute, top-notch tear-jerker was later that night when Steve returned home from his shift, Alena shouted to you from the living room, “Mommy! Daddy’s home!”

And to see the look on Steve’s face, the one that was of pure shock, made the tears fall all over again. You weren’t just looking after Steve’s daughter anymore, you were her mom, and that was the greatest gift you could’ve ever been given.

i hope you enjoyed!! feel free to keep sending in asks for this series!! also, any general cute comments from my pretty af followers and readers is appreciated too!! ♡

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[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

pt III doctor who but I've still never watched it

Hello yes Good Omens mascot here, I am making a DW summary because I'm trying unsuccessfully to distract myself from doubling over in pain after the Good Omens season 2 ending. Here you go:

First off, let me just say a very hearty thank you to the entire DW fandom for educating me during part I and part II as well as my Pinterest research. You have successfully managed to teach me nothing about Doctor Who, but every single last detail of David Tennant's life and family. Please seek help.

Timey wimey.

*checks notes* So David Tennant wrote fanfiction of DW in school and got into trouble, and he married the daughter of a previous Doctor from the classic DW whom he met on set, and he saw an episode of DW as a three year old and it inspired him to become a doctor. There's a joke that David didn't want to return as the 14th doctor but did it just to avoid Michael Sheen getting the role because as we all know the BBC has 12 actors and half are David and Michael who are incidentally glued together. David Tennant adopted his wife's kid and so now they have a total of five kids together. This morning for breakfast David ate a sandwich with one less slice of cheese which is a clue for GO season 3-

The police are rhinos, kind of like Zootopia. They kill people.

The TARDIS is the Doctor's best friend. She came up with a name and didn't tell the Doctor. So they call her Sexy.

Timey wimey.

Michael Sheen is a sentient planet.

Someone named Harry is present in the classic DW. At one point someone else says 'something something Harry' idk and Harry says 'Me?' and the other says 'there's only two of us here and your name is Harry'.

There is a slutty head and it was supposed to be dead but it procrastinated that to see David Tennant.

Timey wimey.

There is a sonic screwdriver, and it is used for very many things, but for a good ten minutes trying to research it I thought it was Sonic the Hedgehog merch. Incidentally, I don't know what that is, either.

The slutty head is pregnant a lot. It sits in a jar.

There is a minefield and then someone is standing on a landmine instead of following the other person. One of them is the Doctor.

The TARDIS expands because it is tired of holding its tummy in.

It's bigger on the inside.

Timey wimey.

The Doctor periodically kidnaps people to accompany them.

Everything is queer.

Timey wimey.

Time Lords are a thing. I don't know if the Doctor is a Time Lord.

Wilf meets a David Doctor and everyone cries.

There are Baby Yoda goblins and an alien named Meep and actually a lot of aliens are there.

There is a literal arsehole with the ability of speech.

Timey wimey.

[k-marzolf]

Cinnamon and cream cheese.

I wrote this earlier this year?? Dunno. But I really like it, so I’m reposting it. A rerun if you will. Fem!reader, mentions of food, language, roommates, au, slight description of hair. I might do little drabbles around Billy and roommate reader.

x

You always ate graham crackers and honey butter from your mother in excess, drank wine, often hid in your bedroom, always with your earbuds in, even when you went to the kitchen for more food.

You only stopped when Billy said, “Hi, pretty girl.” He was completely unaware he was encroaching on your personal space. Or maybe he wasn’t unaware. Bastard.

You shoved some crackers in his mouth when he opened it to speak, and hid in your room again, reading some dollar store romance novel, and kidnapping Cyrus, his cat. She now preferred your company, and would often meow and paw at the door until you let her in. “Come on, your meowjesty.”

One morning you opened your door abruptly, music playing in your earbuds, hitting him in the nose as he came out of his room. “Jesus!”

“Whatchu doin’ standing there?” You asked, sounding short, kicking your door closed as you pulled a gray sweatshirt over your hair (it looked like you stuck your finger in an electrical socket, the way it stuck up everywhere like a startled octopus), wearing red and black plaid pants. He spotted a bunch of stuffies on your bed before the door closed and a dinky little tree with white lights in November, however.

“Sweetheart, we share this apartment.” He said, following you into the kitchen.

“Doesn’t explain what you were doin’ at the buttcrack of dawn.” You muttered, opening the bread box and grabbing some bagels as your stomach audibly rumbled.

“I’m a Marine.” He said, staring at you shoving his hands in his pockets, a smile tugging at his lips, wanting to take a comb to your hair.

He looked outside. Snow. It was too damn early for this shit, he hated driving in snow, but he preferred the cold to the hot desert in Afghanistan.

You sliced the bagel in half, and smothered them in cream cheese and cinnamon, and took a healthy bite.

He questioned your taste buds.

“What you starin’ at you looney?” You asked, as the cat rubbed on your legs, but you were staring at Billy, with wide eyes through glasses that were horn rimmed, and black.

You looked like a disgruntled teacher from the fifties. Except for the hair.

He shrugged, “You’re pretty.” He hummed, fingers pulling your glasses up.

“I look like one of those troll dolls, but okay, Lieutenant.” You said, taking another bite, licking your fingers off.

He got the feeling you didn’t care about your looks, and that your comment wasn’t self deprecating.

Cyrus meowed, and you said, “Can’t pet ya, love. Do you want cream cheese on your fur? Do you wanna attract the monster in my closet?” You cooed at her.

She meowed again. “One bite, only one bite.” You said, looking back at Billy S you fed Cyrus, no facial expression as you chewed, and Cyrus meowed, licking her lips, pawing at you for more.

You set your plate in the sink, finally. And he realized he hadn’t had coffee yet. “Okay, love. I’m going to have a cigarette on the fire escape, then we can cuddle, and watch Shakespeare in Love.”

You looked at Billy, a cigarette between your lips. “Want cuddles too, lieutenant?”

Billy blinked, staring blankly for a moment. “Sure.” He said, voice warm like honey, if only to see your elusive bedroom.

You saluted him, “Meet me in my room in fifteen minutes.”

He didn’t know why, but he liked you. Even if you were a bit looney.

x

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[writer-by-the-sea]

can you do one where elliott realizes that he's been adopting farmer's little habits? for example humming a familiar tune while cooking or sticking their tongue out a little while trying to concentrate or anything up to your liking! have a lovely day ♡

The eggs popped in the pan, their yolk already broken and spilled about. My wooden spoon joins in, twirling with the eggs and gently pushing them around the pan as they cook and become a scrambled mess. Next I add the chopped spring onion, something I’d never even considered before – but the end result is delicious. 

Ever since that night… That wonderful night. I add the spring onions to my eggs. I’d never really thought about it until this very moment, how one night together changed the way that I prepare my eggs forever…

‘Then you add the cheese, just like this.’ The farmer swayed their hips back and forth, wearing only my shirt as they threw breakfast together for us. I sat at their kitchen table, hardly paying attention to their words as their bottom peeked out from beneath my shirt. The skin blossomed from my bites… between their thighs, across their neck, and down their chest.. My eyes watched them as they floated around the kitchen. A pint of salt, a twist of pepper, and a grating of cheese as a final touch. 

They carried the plate over to me, a fresh slice of buttered toast and jam resting beside the perfectly scrambled eggs. While it looked delicious, admittedly I was… quite ravenous for something else. 

The farmer nudged me, noticing how my eyes were focused on my shirt that they wore, no doubt reading my mind and how I wish I had the ability to undo the buttons with a snap of my fingers. ‘Try it,’ they giggled and took a bite from their own plate. They let out a soft noise of happiness, it was similar to their moans just a few hours ago as I buried my head between their legs. 

‘Elliott,’ they scolded me with a laugh, and went so far as to button up my shirt even further. ‘Breakfast first, then we can go back to the bedroom.’ 

With the promise of more, I chuckled and finally ripped my gaze away from them and back to the plate in front of me. One bite later, and I was humming alongside the farmer. 

And now, I stand in my cabin with a plate full of eggs. Not nearly as well prepared as the farmer would make; but I suppose it was good enough. I carried the plate to my bed, crawling into the covers and carefully pulling them back, revealing my groaning farmer trying to block out the light. 

“Good morning, my love,” I sang and waved the plate beneath their nose. “I’ve made you breakfast.” 

The farmer blinked their eyes open before smiling up at me. “With the spring onion?” They asked. 

“Always.” 

They ate slowly, savoring each bite and humming as they swallowed. 

Adorable as ever. 

[drpeppertummy]

9 for Morty?

sorry this is a little Hastily Written but i wanted to ride the writing mood while it was still there😭😭😭

[stuffing]

Morty leaned back in his seat, tugging at the waist of his pants. He'd been out on the boardwalk all day with Angela, the two friends periodically stopping for snacks, and while Angela's appetite was still going strong, Morty felt stuffed three stops ago. They were sitting at a rickety little table on an offshoot of the walk beside a restaurant now, sharing a basket of fries. Knowing Angela's love of boardwalk snacks, Morty had dressed comfortably that morning, but not even that foresight could save him now. He had an ice cream cone, a couple of fried Oreos, a wad of cotton candy, some funnel cake, half a bucket of caramel corn, and now a good amount of fries packed into his small stomach, and his once-forgiving outfit had lost its sympathy. The waist of his stretchiest pants hugged his distended tummy tightly, and his loose, baggy shirt could no longer hide the curve pushing out against it.

Angela finished off the fries; Morty gave up trying to eat his share. He doubted it would be their last snack, and he'd need all the space he could scrounge up if he was going to fit anything else. Not that there was any space left--his belly felt tight as a drum, and he was certain it must have been stuffed to its limit by now. He forced up a small burp and inched the waist of his pants a little lower.

"Don't let me forget, we have to hit Mack & Manco's before we leave," said Angela, tossing her napkin into the empty basket. Morty held back a groan. He couldn't imagine how she was still hungry. Of course, she was bigger than him, but surely she wasn't a bottomless pit. Maybe she just has an insane metabolism, he thought, holding his bulging tummy as he hauled himself out of the splintery chair.

He trudged along slowly as they walked, hoping to slow her down a little and put as much time as possible between them and the pizza place. Ordinarily, the thought of the hot pizza would have made Morty's mouth water, and even now on a fuller-than-full stomach it still sounded enticing. He didn't think he had room for a single piece of saltwater taffy, though, let alone an entire slice of pizza. He rested a hand on his belly. It jutted out comically beneath his ribs, his now-snug pants pushing the taut bulge upwards. He wanted nothing more than to go home and tear them off, sprawl out in bed, and sleep off all the junk he'd eaten.

Inevitably, after about fifteen minutes of roaming and window shopping and watching the waves down on the beach, they reached their next stop. The one saving grace was that it would be their last one as well; the sun was beginning to creep down in the sky, and neither of them liked driving home in the dark. They ordered a slice and a soda each. The sodas came quickly and Morty sipped his carefully, hoping it might magically perk his appetite up a little, or at least offer a refreshing break from all the greasy, heavy snacks he'd eaten.

It was only a few minutes before the waitress returned with two large, melty slices of pizza, the cheese already beginning to fuse with the paper plates. In spite of his uncomfortably full stomach, Morty had to admit they smelled pretty good. He clung to that thought as he took his first bite and ate slowly, sipping his soda between bites, trying to pace himself and stave off the raging bellyache he knew was coming on.

Five minutes ago, he didn't think it was possible to feel more stuffed than he already did, but the pizza was proving him wrong, and the soda bubbling up inside him wasn't helping. The button of his pants was digging into his belly now, but he couldn't inch them any lower. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He set his half-eaten slice back on the plate.

"I can't eat any more," he groaned, wiping his hands off on a napkin and resting them atop his round belly. "You want the rest?"

"What, you're full after half a slice of pizza?" she teased. He looked incredulously at her, and she laughed, giving his tummy a playful pat. "I was wondering how long it'd take for you to tap out. I can't believe how much you fit in there!"

[ros3ybabe]

Daily Check In - September 28th, 2023 🎀

did not do much today by my standards but I’m still recovering from this cold plus my allergies are acting up so I’ve been in bed a lot of today. I did accomplish some things tho so it was not a fully unproductive day for me!

🩷 What I Ate Today -

Breakfast - boiled chicken potstickers, hash browns with ketchup, and a coffee

Lunch - bowl of spaghetti with two pieces of buttered bread

Dinner - two slices of dominoes handmade pan pepperoni pizza and three slices of cheese bread

Extra - three more cups of coffee and not near enough water, half a green smoothie made with frozen fruits, spinach, and almond milk

I have not been eating the best recently and I know that, but I think that’s due to my hormones being messed up at the moment, my current sickness, my extreme fatigue and exhaustion, and a lack of physical activity in my life. However, I decided I’m going to try to go to the gym and get on the treadmill (maybe do some strength training if I’m feeling confident enough) at my university activity center at least three days a week so that way I can start getting some of my energy back and gain some more discipline and control in my life. I’m hoping I get to the point where I can be a runner again, I miss my 8 minute mile time, my running playlist, and how free I felt when I’d go running. So that’s a new goal of mine as well! My boyfriend even said we can go jogging together when I see him next weekend, so I’m looking forward to that for sure!

🩷 Personal Accomplishments -

Did the dishes

Brought my laundry from the dryer to my room (have yet to put away clean clothes)

Night time skincare

Studied Duolingo/Busuu for ~20 minutes

Skimmed through first Genki lesson in preparation for actually studying from the textbook

Showered and washed my hair

made a tentative workout schedule in google calendar for next week

🩷 Academic Accomplishments -

completed and submitted extended assignment for psychology class

completed and submitted lab report for anatomy lab

began paper set up for first section of research study paper for psychology class

again, not a super productive day but I’m still happy with it. I got a decent amount of stuff done and I have some stuff I want to accomplish tomorrow, which I will list below.

🩷 Academic Goals for Tomorrow, Sept 29th -

Complete a rough draft of first section of research study paper before 10am psychology lab

Begin taking notes for module six for my health for sport and fitness class

Complete practical assignment for health for sport and fitness class

~20 minutes japanese study using apps

🩷 Personal Goals for Tomorrow, Sept 29th -

Morning and Night skincare

morning and night guided journal

work on content for RD mentor instagram

Go to bed by 10pm (be asleep by that time!!!)

Drink at least one liter of water

Only two cups of caffeine

Don’t buy anything from the university food court!

wake up early <3

not the most specific personal goals but still things that I know I can achieve! I’m super tired and it’s not even that late and I haven’t done much this week. That’s how I know I made the right decision to take time for myself. always have your own best interest at heart, in a positive and healthy way! Don’t push past your limits and don’t let yourself burn out! It’s easier said than done but taking care of yourself is so important! That’s something I need to continually remind myself!

til next time lovelies 🩷🤍

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #341

Okay! So!! Yesterday, after writing to you, and before bed, I was in just... a ridiculous amount of pain. It was stupid and obnoxious. So I tried doing the wall stretch exercise.

On a whim, while doing that, I pushed as hard as I could somewhere just below my right clavicle. And something just below where my sternum connects to my clavicle went CCCRRRUUUNNNCCCHHH. Like, in a loud and huge way. J heard the sound in the bathroom while I was in the hall.

...I was immediately in A LOT less pain. It was fucking rad!!! I went to sleep and woke up, and I was still in so much less pain than what I've grown accustomed to! It didn't even hurt to brush my hair this morning!!! It was awesome!!!

I went to work. My shift began at 8am and ended at 2pm. So I was bustling around for 6 solid hours, slicing bread for stuffing, arranging it on sheets, toasting it, putting it in bags, helping customers, labeling things, putting things out on display, packaging cookies, and making chocolate chip muffins! I even got Ka to take a picture of me while I worked! I told her that it was for this letter, and why I write these letters, and about you, and everything! She seemed moved!

...I'm really lucky that I get to work with such kind and supportive people!

I worked with Ra today, and as always, she was precise, efficient, dedicated, and just all-around absolutely fucking cool!!!

...Sometimes I get worried that my clumsy, awkward, annoying, goblin-esque ass ends up getting in her way and stepping on her toes. I'm not nearly as experienced as she is. I still make stupid mistakes from time to time. I wanna do a little better, but 4 hours per week isn't a whole lot to go on. Lately, my hours are increased because of the impending holiday, but still... I don't feel like I've done very much yet.

Still, Ra and I tag-teamed a bunch of tasks together and got them done really quickly! It feels good to work with her because she's smart and awesome and she knows what she's doing!!! I hope someday I can be even half as cool as she is!!!

They want me to come back for 5 hours on Tuesday of next week – from 9am until 2pm! I'm already looking forward to it! Even though I had been on my feet for 6 hours today, I still didn't wanna go home; I wanted to keep doing stuff!!

Ah well. I went and tried to get some ketchup and some Frito cheese because we were out of both, and we still got hotdogs left! Unexpectedly, I ended up running into An from the meat department – if only because my clumsy, awkward, annoying, goblin-esque ass wasn't paying attention to where I was going, and I ended up walking right in front of him as he was pushing some kind of big metal utility cart. Nothing bad happened, but I still felt like a total fucking idiot, and all I could do was smile apologetically and scurry away like some kind of embarrassing weirdo. Oh well, hahaha... 😅

But. I got home. And I still wasn't in any pain. Like basically at all. Like. My body is maybe just a teensy bit achey from today's exertion and from the fact that my surrounding muscles still seem to be kinda pissed from the rib injury. But. I don't feel debilitated today. And admittedly, it's kinda weird!!!

...I wonder how long it'll last...

Oh!!! Right!!! Yesterday, I got some cool pictures of the sky, and I got so excited to show you the epic garlic bread that I totally forgot to include them!!! So here they are!!

...I got some from today, too!! Here!!

I ate for the first time at like 4:30pm. I made myself a gyro bowl – a ripped-up pita, some lamb, some of the feta, some of the chopped veggies, and some tzatziki sauce!! I had a slice of my epic garlic bread along with it! It was a very satisfying thing!!

I changed to a new set of braces after that! I'm on set number 5 now!! I have pictures of them, compared to the initial set of braces! The first set is on the top, and the 5th set is on the bottom for both of these. This one is the bottom sets:

...And this one is the top sets:

...I think I can see the differences between the current set and the first set becoming more and more pronounced as I progress through these! I gotta tell ya, for this set, I'm feeling the stretching in my skull all the way up to my nose, and it's kinda weird!! Not bad, just weird!!

Admittedly, I look forward to the sensation of putting on a new set. It's... satisfying? But in a way I don't know how to explain. Like... it's definitely uncomfortable, but... it's the discomfort of progress, I guess???

...Discomfort for a purpose. Discomfort that will make things better for me in the long run. Discomfort that builds character. It's good for ya!!!! Grows hair on your chest!!!

...As my father would say, anyway, hahaha! I'm still waiting on my chest hair, I guess!!! But given my bodily configuration, I have a feeling like I'll be waiting on that forever, ahahahaha! 🤣🤣🤣

I mostly rested after I got home, so I don't have much else to write about today. But, during my romping around on the wild intert00bz (the spelling check in Tumblr is NOT marking that word as incorrectly spelled, and I find this delightful, amusing, and baffling in equal measure!!), I did come across this picture that made me think of you:

...Hey, Sephiroth...? Do you think you can try this? Please...?

Well. Guess I'll stop writing here. Might play some more Chrono Cross today, or I might just let myself get sucked up into leisure writing a little bit, before bed. I dunno.

I love you, and I'll always be here cheering for you to come back. So please keep yourself safe out there, okay?

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[elis-blawg222]

November 17 - Sunday

But waiiiiittt theres FUCKING MOREEEEE. BECAUSE OBVIOUSLYYY I CANNOT EVER HAVE ENOUGHHH I CANNOT EVER BE SATIATEDDD BECAUSE IM FAT

ahem. anyways. Hello it is finally at today hallo everynyannn :333

Today, when I got up, I was so relieved to have a day off. This past week I only had 2 days off of work, and also this is my first Sunday I've had off in likeee 4 months!

I got up this morning and my mom and step mom had made sausage and fried green tomatoes. She asked me to try them, and I was right in front of her, so I was like uhh okay.

It was only 2 slices of fried green tomatoes so I had them and it was fine, but then I only had like half a sausage because she wasn't watching me closely anymore.

The rest of the day I was attempting VERY HARDLY ATTEMPTING to do homework, but I was distracted :c

Then, my plan was to make some low cal pizza. Like "cloud pizza" or smth? I even mentioned it to my step mother. I EVEN TOLD MY MOM. BUT THEY BOTH HATE ME AND DONT GIVE A FUCK APPARENTLY. because later when my step mom cooked they were like are you gonna eat?

did i not. just tell you. like . 2 hours ago IM MAKING. MY OWN SHET. AURGHGHOHRIORIO anyways

I was gonna make this shit I promise yall. but the voices. ha. THE VOIVES GOT TO ME. so anyways i ended up having a PHAT bowl of. stuff.

it was ummm tacos? kinda?

It was doritos, taco meat, cheese, corn, beans, sour cream, and honey siracha. I ate the whole thing.

but wait theres more!

I FINNNNALLY had a red velvet cupcake I made. and oh.

my god.

i genuinely and honestly couldve came on the spot IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD I LITERALY CANNOT LIE LMFAOHRGHO

MY SOUL ASCENDED. SO I ATE THE WHOLE THING IT WAS HEAVENLY

BUT WAIT

THERES

MORE

After this I had a whole box of pocky. The chocoloate kind. Then went to throw my stuff away.

Then had another cupcake

....... and like 2 mini reece's cups........

and a gushers pack..............

LISTEN HEAR ME OUT-

i dont have an excuse BUT JUST WAIT ITS FINE ITS ALL GONNA BE FINE

AUUGHHH

IM GONNA REDEEM MYSELF PLEASE GUYS PLEASE BELIEVE ME LMFAO DON'T GIVE UP ON ME YET I PROMISE IM GONNA LOCK IN

Also almost directly after this, my mom offered me blueberry lemon loaf my step mom made like ... did you not just see me stuff my face...??

im gonna fast for 72 hours first of all and then im just gonna fucking mono diet apples for however long until I reach my fucking gw. ive been trying to get to this STUPID FUCK ASS GOAL WEIGHT FOR TOO. FUCKING. LONG. (its fr been like 2 weeks chill out) BUT NOO SRSLY I FEEL LIKE

usually I'd meet this gw so quick and this is getting drug out soso much kill meeee UGH.

(this is quite literally the consequences of my own actions ltrly smone tell me to stfu)

I'm hoping to go from I think it was 136.8 lbs to 132. That's ltrly all I'm hoping for. its 4 lbs. 2 kgs. I got that. In the bag... right.

I will literally set the whole earth on fire if my parents try to feed me I will end it in front of them ( this is a joke ) ( only kinda ) (not really-)

No, but I'm serious Im so determinded to do this. I've fasted 72 hrs before, I've fasted I think like 90 before so Idk that's not the issue of if I can do it its if my parents get in the way.

which is another thing. I know they don't have ill intentions and they do this shit bc they love me but like it is just SO FRUSTRATING.

I'm also gonna do my absolute best to hit my step goal every day. Its not like its high its only 6k. So . Yes. Pray for me LMFAO

can we all sing that high school musical song (we're allll in thisss together smths smth smth blah blah aaayyaaaa)

k byeee love you stay safe. I will update you guys as I go (i will try)

[zswackeyworld]

I am bored and dont have my drawing tablet. So im posting a script I sent in once that was never used.

do with this as you will

"The very hungry caterpillar"Frank: well this lepidoptera larva must grow to be a very big Rhopalocera thats for sure."In the light of the moon a little egg lay on a leaf" Frank:Well lets see what happens to the chorion"One sunday morning the warm sun came up and -pop!- out the egg came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar" Frank:I wonder if howdy was as hungry as this larve. Joke hungry that is.."he started to look for some food" Frank: even though he just ate through his chorion.."on monday he ate through one apple" frank: howdy could never! Ill tell you! Cause he'd sell it for a light chuckle but then he dosent even laugh! *fusterated huff before contineing*"But he was still hungry" On tuesday he ate through two pears"Wonder how much howdy would charge for those.. "but he was still hungry" Julie: Hiya frank! Lets play a game! Frank: Julie not now. Julie: Why not? Frank: cause I'm reading. Julie: Lets go play frank!! Come on!! Frank: how about you read with me instead. Julie: ... Ok! What are we reading? Frank: The very Hungry Caterpillar. Julie: *gasp* LIKE HOWDY!! Frank: yes yes now let me contine"On Wednesday he ate through 3 plums, but he was still hungry" Frank: Did you know that there is a kind of weeliv called Plum Curculio that, as the name suggests, eat plums. Julie: No I didn't! Frank: well you want to know why you should never put a group of curculios near a plum? Julie: WHY? WHY? WHY? Frank: because then the plums will be Curculio-ed! Julie: *takes a moment to understand the joke then starts bursting out laughing* Frank: thats one joke howdy would never adcept. "On thursday he ate through 4 strawberries but he was still hungry" Julie:ooo starwberries! Frank: on fridays he ate through 5 oranges but he was still hungry On Saturday he ate through oke peice of chocolate cake, an ice cream cone, Julie: one pickle, a slice of swiss cheese and salami! Frank: a lollipop, a slice of cherry pie, a cupcake Both: and one slice of water melon Julie: thats a lot of food Frank: thats woukd cost the best joke we had ever thought of! Julie: poor caterpillar must had got sick Frank: yes. Yes he did. But the next day was sunday again. The caterpillar ate through oke nice green leaf and after that me felt much better Frank: always eat your greens kids. Now he wasn't hungry anymore- and he wasent little anymore. Julie: He was a big, fat caterpillar. wait can caterpillars even get fat? Frank: no they actually cant because-Julie: that was retorical frank Frank: oh so moving on he bulit as small home that some call a cacoon but i call a chrysalis which he stayed in there for around 3 weeks. Then nibbled a hole in the chrysalis pushed his way out" Julie: Annnndddd? Frank: became a beutiful butterfly. unlike howdy because he's to much of a stickler for prices for that!

[cairoisashapeshifter]

Chapter 2: Breakfast with God

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Summary: After waking up and realising yesterday was no dream, you and Heimdall have breakfast together.

Word count: 1,644

A/N: This story is mostly going to be slice of life until... well, I'm not going to spoil that. But I found this chapter really fun and cute! I don't promise to keep updating this everyday but I did get an idea today so I wrote it down :3) this also will contain mistakes please keep that in mind

Warnings: N/A

Dividor Credit: @cafekitsune

Sunlight poured in through the window resting it's glow on every surface of the room waking you up in the process. At first, while you took your first glance at the familiar walls you almost tricked yourself into believing that yesterday was just a fever dream. You look to the side of your bed for confirmation and it was indeed empty. You rolled to the side and stuffed your face in your favourite pillow, it wasn't strange that you found yourself awake on the wrong side of the bed, as you did that often. But, what you did find strange was the odd scent stuck on your sheets, it was a floral blend that felt as natural as the roses growing in the garden outside.

"Finally awake?"

The voice made your body turn into lead before melting into the mattress below. Heimdall wasn't looking at you when you turned to eye him after you sat up, instead he was looking at a book he took from one of your shelves. He was sat on the floor one leg bent and the other straightened in front of him.

"Uh.. Good morning?"

"Vary good, in fact I'm just oh so bursting with enthusiasm"

"I forgot you don't know how to speak other then the language of sarcasm. Hopefully the book your reading teaches you a word or two"

Heimdall breathed in through his nose. He slammed the book shut and placed it next to him, now his attention was fully on you. You however, just swung your legs over the side of your bed and made your way through to the kitchen, it was only ten steps away. He followed close behind.

"Hopefully you know how to cook better then you know how to retort"

"I'm not cooking anything, I can barely get up in the morning much less cook something. I'm making a sandwich and a cup of tea, if you want a royal feast go back to bed you might find one in your dreams"

"A sandwich?"

This had been the moment where you realised that with him being here, you'd have to spend most of your time trying to teach him what everything ment. Obviously, he probably knew the concept of a sandwich just not the word. Moving a long the kitchen you gathered the ingredients for a simple cheese sandwich and began to place them together while the kettle was heating up the water. For his part, Heimdall watched you with little interest but he didn't have much to do other then just watch as you make breakfast.

"It's probably not going to taste good to you because we don't have the luxury fresh homemade ingredients or happy cattle. So, bare with it."

Heimdall stared down at the plate you placed on top of the marble table - that was actually a counter for the open window of the kitchen that looked over to the living room - with searing judgment. He took the sandwich and took a bite, he glared at you soon after. Forgetting that Heimdall was a god was a difficult thing to do, especially when he stared at you with such fervent intensity. It made every bone in your body turn into rocks.

"You'd be sorely mistaken if you think I spent my time eating nothing but the fine dining of Asgard. I go too on missions you know. I ate much, much worse"

Unable to keep your eyes on his own you turn around focusing on the task at hand, an empty nutella glass jar that was now filled with sugar and another jar, that used to contain honey, filled with tea powder. You added both the tea and sugar in the mug before adding the boiling water and tapping it off with some cold milk.

"Sorry, I just assumed.. y'know since you are the protector of Asgard and all that you didn't leave that often"

"Well then you assumed wrong"

Silence falls between you, he hadn't even let you ask him to taste the drink you made, he just took it. Heimdall's reaction was a slightly raised brow and a quirk of his lips. Reading your thoughts again he took the mug and left the kitchen wondering off into the living room while you stayed behind making yourself another cup. Some may have hated the silence but you enjoyed the ease in which communication came, one sided or not the idea of someone just knowing what to do without speaking was appealing to you. Sometimes, you just wanted someone to act instead of talk and Heimdall proved to be the perfect person in regards to that.

The energy between you two had shifted since yesterday. The shock and fatigue had drifted off leaving you both increasingly sober to the realty of it, especially you. Heimdall, the God of Forsight was in your own presence drinking milk tea and staring off into black screen of your TV. He was much more dishevelled then yesterday, his locks had some hair going free, his eyes were surrounded by a deep colour from the lack of good sleep, and his clothes were far from their usual kept glory. Still, the golden hair had that divine look, it was as if it began to glow in the sun, breathing in it's sunlight before redirecting the warm beauty of it's yellow hues back.

"Done ogling me or would you like a closer look?"

You chuckle

"No, but you do have a shadow"

His gaze focuses on you again this time his gaze is not intense.

"Most people think you're completely clean shaven I always thought you had a slight shadow"

"People here sure do have their priorities in order if my shaving habits are what they think about"

"That's not it oh my gods, they're just fans of yours.... really really big fans of yours"

Judging by the look that flashed across his features, he knew exactly what you meant. In fact he seemed to gleam a lot from your mind since he spent his time drinking looking through it. You didn't feel anything as he did so, it made you uncomfortable, despite enjoying the ease of flow between the two of you it provided it also ment that nothing you thought was your own anymore. Fortunately for you, you felt like it was something you could get used to, even like eventually.

It didn't take long for both of you to finish your breakfast. He had finished after you, Heimdall seemingly enjoyed a much calmer and slower morning then you which you were somehow surprised by. You didn't expect him to be lightning fast but you hadn't expected him to be the type to take his time with something either. However, now that you were done it was time to go to the bathroom and continue your morning routine with the God following you of course.

"Okay so I have a spare tooth brush you can use and you are of course welcome to use the bathroom to wash yourself or whatever else you may need"

"Where is the bath?"

"I'm broke and live in house that's the size of a ant, I don't have a place for bath, if you want to enjoy the water you'll have to use a chair"

"A chair?"

"Yes, this chair"

Heimdall was rethinking his stay when you pulled a small square stool from between the sink and a big basket, the stool was made out of a strange material, a material that was breaking at one of the rectangular pieces that connected the legs together. His face was a deadpan except for the slight twitch of his left eye, he would have thought this to be an extremely dumb joke had you not been extremely and quite smugly serious about it. What's worse is that you seemed to know exactly the reaction you would have gotten out of him, you did this on purpose.

"I am not sitting on that"

"That's perfectly alright, you can stand."

Heimdall spent the next few minutes taking in the information of the space you called 'Bathroom', which had no bath. He watched as you applied a strange substance on your face, brushed your teeth, then washed your face with the water. He had to say, it was an odd experience but he enjoyed the outcome when he tried it himself, he never felt this fresh during his early mornings. Of course he washed his face regularly but he never had these extra things to apply and do in the mornings.

"If you want a quick shower I'll help with the water heater"

As the water fell down on his loose hair and body he found himself relaxing completely for the first time since he came here. The hot water, which would have been a luxury back in his home world, eased his muscles into jelly and offered him reprieve but also time to think. Heimdall thought back to the moment before he came here, he had been in the Himinbjörg strapping Gjallarhorn in it's place when he suddenly found himself somewhere else, there was no indication or even a second of darkness, he was just here. Perhaps, he thought, he lost control of his powers for a second as a consequence found himself here, but he doubted that, he'd always had good control over himself, nothing like that happened since he was a young child.

Finished with his shower and dressed with Gjallarhorn secured Heimdall began braiding his hair.

You knocked on the bathroom door after hearing nothing from the other side for a while, there was no answer. You try again and nothing so you stand outside the door gathering the courage to finally open the door only to find it empty, no one was there and you were sure he didn't leave.

He was just gone.