#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

[d3ad-on-arriva1]

who wants to make me some pasta or maybe plate of nachos. god im so hungry

[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?”

[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.

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[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.

[honestlyluckyhottub]

A Weekend of Changes

The soft rays of Saturday morning sunlight streamed through the nursery window, warming Josh’s face as he stirred beneath his Paw Patrol blanket. He rubbed his eyes and stretched, only to cringe at the damp sensation between his legs. His thick diaper was soaked, the bulk pressing awkwardly against his thighs.

Just as he debated whether to call for someone or stay hidden under the covers, the nursery door creaked open. Liam stepped inside with a smug grin, his voice teasing. "Good morning, stinky. How was your sleep?"

Josh flushed red, burying his face in the pillow. "Go away," he muttered.

Liam laughed and approached the crib. "No need to be grumpy. Let's get that soggy butt sorted out." He lifted Josh effortlessly, carrying him to the changing table despite Josh’s squirming protests.

"Hold still," Liam ordered as he untaped the wet diaper, cleaned Josh up, and secured a fresh one in place. "There we go. Good as new."

Josh was then dressed in a simple t-shirt before being carried to the kitchen, where a highchair awaited. Liam buckled him in and tied a bib around his neck that read I Make the Big Stinkies.

"Ready for breakfast?" Liam grinned mischievously.

Josh crossed his arms but eventually opened his mouth as Liam guided a spoonful of porridge toward him. "Here comes the choo-choo train!" Liam teased, making train sounds as the spoon neared Josh's lips.

Despite his embarrassment, Josh ate obediently, though little dribbles of porridge escaped onto his bib.

Just as the last spoonful was finished, a knock echoed from the front door. Ryan's voice carried from the hallway as he greeted someone. Moments later, a tall, imposing man with silver hair entered the kitchen, his presence commanding.

"This the stinky boy I'll be watching?" Mr. Harlan asked gruffly, his sharp eyes settling on Josh.

"Yep," Ryan laughed. "Yesterday was definitely messy."

Josh's face burned with humiliation as he squirmed in the highchair.

After a few final instructions, Ryan and Liam grabbed their bags. They each gave Josh a hug and a kiss on the forehead. "Be good for Mr. Harlan," Liam warned playfully.

As they left, Mr. Harlan sat across from Josh, folding his arms. "I'm Mr. Harlan, and I take no nonsense. Behave, or you'll be punished. Got it?"

Josh nodded nervously.

"Good."

The rest of the morning passed quietly. Josh played with blocks and toy cars inside his playpen while Mr. Harlan read a newspaper nearby.

"Did you go potty?" Mr. Harlan asked suddenly, peeking over the edge of the playpen.

Josh's face turned crimson. "No!" he shouted, horrified by the question.

Mr. Harlan raised an eyebrow. "Alright, no need to shout."

Eventually, lunchtime rolled around. Josh was given a peanut butter sandwich and a small box of apple juice. He ate quietly under Mr. Harlan's watchful eye, relieved when the meal ended without further embarrassment.

"Nap time," Mr. Harlan declared firmly.

Josh groaned but was carried back to the nursery without argument. Mr. Harlan tucked him into the crib, smoothing out the Paw Patrol blanket. "No fussing. Close your eyes and rest," he ordered.

Surprisingly, Josh found himself drifting off quickly, the warmth of the blanket lulling him to sleep.

He woke to the sound of the front door opening. Blinking groggily, he heard familiar voices.

"We're back!" Ryan called cheerfully.

Mr. Harlan stood up, surprised. "Thought you weren’t supposed to be back until Monday."

Liam sighed. "The couples' retreat got canceled. Some venue issue."

Ryan clapped Mr. Harlan on the back. "Thanks for watching the little guy. You’re free to go."

Mr. Harlan nodded, grabbing his coat. "Take care, Josh," he said gruffly before leaving.

Josh barely had time to process the relief before Ryan announced, "Dinner time!"

Back in the kitchen, Josh was served a bowl of macaroni and cheese with sliced carrots. He ate quietly, listening as Ryan and Liam chatted about their failed weekend plans.

"You’re done?" Ryan asked as Josh finished the last bite.

Josh nodded.

"Good. Early bedtime for you tonight," Liam declared with a smirk.

Josh opened his mouth to protest but quickly shut it when Liam gave him a warning look.

Back in the nursery, Josh was changed into a fresh diaper and a soft Paw Patrol pajama set. Ryan tucked him in while Liam grinned mischievously. "Night, stinky," Liam teased, planting a playful kiss on Josh’s forehead.

Ryan smiled warmly. "Sleep tight, Josh."

They turned off the lights, leaving only the gentle glow of the nightlight.

Josh lay there in the quiet, trying to sleep, but muffled laughter and music filtered through the wall from the next room. Ryan and Liam were clearly enjoying themselves, carefree and playful.

Josh sighed, pulling the blanket over his head. Despite the warmth of the crib, a pang of longing settled in his chest as he listened to their joy.

It was going to be a long night.

[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.

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[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.

[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!"

[hawkesharbor-au]

Hawke's Harbor: A Modern-Day AU Scene I, Part I.

[‘Bound by Design’ – Val Royeaux, Orlais; Summer, 9:41 Dragon]

*It was a bright and lovely summer afternoon in the middle of downtown Val Royeaux. Since there were generally few appointments made for a tattoo during regular working week hours, ‘Bound By Design’ wasn’t technically open – instead, Dorian Pavus and his best friend and co–owner, Zevran Arainai, were using the extra time to tidy and organize the store, restock supplies, and do whatever else needed to before booked appointments and walk–ins started showing up later that evening. Just then, Dorian had finished with his own work for the moment and was sketching in one of his notebooks as he enjoyed his lunch. On the other side of the studio, Zevran was carefully sorting out, loading, and testing out vials of a new, experimental metallic–colored ink he’d found somewhere.*

*Today, Dorian’s lunch was a handsome sandwich; Dorian’s partner of nearly three years had put shredded, roasted rosemary–sage chicken on a thick, homemade seedy wheat roll; topping it off with fresh crunchy greens, onion, and some kind of crumbly, fancy artisan cheese he’d found at a countryside Farmers’ Market the weekend before. He’d paired it with a thermos of muddled strawberry–mint lemonade, a glass container of peeled apples and vanilla yogurt topped with toasted coconut, and two thick slices of pumpkin bread made fresh earlier that morning – Dorian ate that as a snack with a fresh hot mug of coffee earlier in the morning when he and Zevran went to the café down the street for some fresh air.*

Zevran: “Did Geth pack you lunch and supper today, or just lunch?”

Dorian: “Just lunch – he’s not working today, so he’ll pop in with something fresh later,” *setting aside his sketchbook and pen to enjoy a few bites, careful not to speak with a full mouth* “He doesn’t like making meals ahead; he hates leftovers and wasting food. Over the years, we’ve finally reached the point we never have either anymore.”

Zevran: “I wish Jöel and Nate were half as concerned about their food,” *with a laugh as he held up his test skin to the light flowing in from the open shop windows; the warm, summer afternoon air flowing freely in along with the sounds of the busy city outside* “Jöel forgets to eat half of the time and Nate just doesn’t care. I’ve watched them both pick mold off bread and eat the rest without thinking twice – I had to tell them it was still moldy even if they couldn’t see or taste it, and Nate argued with me! I swear for a Uni–educated man he is ridiculous sometimes.”

Dorian: “Some of the stupidest people I know have Masters’ Degrees or even PhD’s – on the opposite side, some of the smartest people I know don’t have anything beyond a high school diploma.”

Zevran: “It’s funny how that almost always seems to be the case, no?”

Dorian: “Definitely,” *amused* “You don’t have any formal schooling, do you? I don’t think I’ve ever asked.”

Zevran: “I don’t even have a high school diploma – and Jöel only has that himself,” *looking over at him with a wink* “Somehow, we’ve done quite well, don’t you think?”

Dorian: “Hold on, the Hero of Ferelden just has a high school diploma?” *surprised* “Not even an Associate’s or Bachelor’s? Wasn’t he mid–twenties when the War broke out?”

Zevran: “Twenty–five; just before Ostagar, too,” *he was working with his tattoo needles again, reloading a new color with long, dexterous fingers* “He did a lot of travelling around Northern Ferelden before he was a Warden – his docuseries, ‘Northern Ruins,’ got insanely popular all over Thedas once word got out he made them.”

Dorian: “I think I heard about this. It was about the old ruins and battlefields, right?”

Zevran: “That’s it,” *as he starts on the fake skin* “Jöel said the massive influx of recruitment in Amaranthine happened partly because someone made the connection he was the same guy."

*Dorian had finished his sandwich by then and opened the yogurt and apples – but instead of continuing to eat his meal, he’d taken his cell phone from where it was sitting on the counter beside him, unlocking it with a deft, practiced flick. Zevran looked over when he heard the familiar videos start popping up.*

Zevran: “Jöel videoed a lot of what we were doing during the war, too, but you already know that. Actually, the Second Ferelden–Orlais War was one of the first – and hopefully last – times live and active combat was featured not just on radio and television, but on the internet without any form of censorship. Jöel was either recording it on the fly, or it was being recorded and sent to him by one of us; it helped prove Orlais was committing war crimes and leveled public support against them. Eventually, it led to the end of the war in Amaranthine, after the Fourth Siege of Amaranthine,” *setting aside his work to get up and come see what was being pulled up, looking over Dorian’s shoulder with a hum* “Part of the reason Orlais took the opportunity to end it so quickly was because they were desperate to get these taken down – but since Jöel was the sole owner of the account, Ferelden couldn’t unilaterally demand he take them down – and he didn’t.”

Dorian: “I did know he was doing it, but actually seeing it…”

Zevran: “Knowing and seeing it are different, yes,” *pointing gently to one of the videos they were thumbing through and whistling quietly* “… That one was in Amaranthine, just after the Second Siege; I’m actually there in the background with Nate – we were tracking down an Orlesian informant in the city. I think we caught and hung him shortly after this was shot. Jöel never censored any of these, not even the violence on both sides – he said if the rest of Thedas was going to sit and watch his friends die and his home burn, they were going to sit and watch every second of it.”

Dorian: “Wouldn’t that implicate Ferelden just as much as it did Orlais?”

Zevran: “There is no real morality in war – go to Ostagar, Amaranthine, Redcliffe, South Reach, the Brecilians, or Orzammar, ask the corpses if honor matters more than survival, and tell me what they say,” *shaking his head, straightening* “That’s the one thing I always respected about Jöel, when he was Warden–Commander; he didn’t play games of holier than thou, of right and wrong, he played to win because war is about killing them before they kill you, and because dead men can’t tell the truth.”

Dorian: “… That’s insane.”

Zevran: “Except it isn’t,” *heading back across the studio to his tattoo equipment and sitting back down* “Insanity can’t have intent; it can’t be premeditated. Jöel knew what he was doing, knew exactly what he wanted to say whenever he posted a vid – that’s what made him so dangerous to Orlais.”

Dorian: “What did he want to say?”

Zevran: “This what happened… this is what we did … and this is why it matters.”

Dorian: “Do you remember all of the war like he does?”

Zevran: “My work with the Crows always made me a different element; I was already used to violence – maybe not wartime violence, but violence is still violence. Jöel and Nate, Anders, Carver, most of the Wardens I worked with in those years, had never seen real, active combat outside the normal bandits or random animal attacks before the war. For them and even me to an extent, the Ferelden–Orlais War was a trial by literal fire – none of us came out the same men we were when we went in. And Jöel… Jöel was at the center of it; we got to see a man go from being just a man, to a legend. And now some of us get to see the cost of becoming one."

[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) #365

Today was relatively boring until R popped by to make cookies. I woke up a little later than I probably should have, and then I did a bit of leisure writing for longer than I probably should have, and then I showered and went to physical therapy. Not much progress was made on the “rib injury recovery” front, but that's okay. Not all sessions can be perfectly productive.

But on the bright side, at some point this morning, I pushed on my first or second rib near my right shoulder joint, and something went POP really nicely, and that made it a lot easier for me to move my right arm around for a little while. So that was pretty cool!

I ate when I got home, which was very good, because by the time I got home, I hadn't eaten in like over 24 hours. The whole “needing to scrub out the inside of my face” thing and the whole “some of my dentin is exposed and ouchy because of the way some of my teeth have moved” thing really discourage the whole “eating” thing. So admittedly... I haven't exactly been keeping up with the whole “eating balanced meals” thing lately. Whoops.

But! Here's what I made for myself! I thought it was really good!

We've got warmed pumpkin English muffins with mascarpone cheese spread on them, a burrata, a peeled, in-season grapefruit (they're SOOOO good when they're in season...!!!), some salami, some cheese slices, and some roast beef! And there's one of the brownies that Br, the dandelion-haired man, made for us!

The mug has toast-and-jam flavored tea, sweetened with honey and uh... more mascarpone cheese, ahahaha~! I think... at least for now... that it might be my new favorite thing in tea. Like. It goes surprisingly well with literally so many things, oh my goodness!

...I wonder if you would have liked my breakfast. I wish I could have shared it with you. I thought it was pretty freaking great.

After that, I mostly just chilled out until R arrived. And once he did arrive, he showed me all the awesome stuff he's got in his sketchbook so far!!! Because, you see, R is not only an amazing baker; he's also an amazing artist and illustrator!!!

Actually, art class in college over a decade ago is how I know him. We were in the same figure drawing class together. And both of us have experience drawing P, my elderly friend.

...Thinking about it, it's kinda wild that R and I both know what P looks like naked, for entirely non-sexual reasons. It's also kinda wild, some of the crazy poses that P can do for the sake of a figure drawing class, despite his age. I guess all that yoga he does must be really helpful.

What a weird and varied life I live!!! Hahahaha!

…

...I'd give it to you in a heartbeat, you know. If you wanted it. If you wanted something different. I'd trade places. I know that things in my world aren't perfect; there are lots of problems, to be sure. But still, I'd happily take on whatever pain you carry so that you can have the wholesomeness and joy that I have now.

For now... I guess I'll just settle for showing you pictures of the cookies that R and I baked together from the cookie dough he made for us last week.

These are cranberry oatmeal cookies:

These are cookies with red and green M&Ms scattered through the dough. For whatever reason, red and green put together are traditional Christmas colors in my part of the world. M&Ms, in case you don't know, are round pieces of chocolate coated with a thin, brittle candy shell. I don't like M&Ms very much. But I do like these cookies:

...And finally, we have these crescent-shaped almond flour cookies, dusted with vanilla-infused sugar:

...I think you really would have liked those ones in particular. I think my favorite was the cranberry oatmeal cookies, though, which, to me, is pretty wild, given that I'm not normally very fond of oatmeal cookies!!

At some point, R and I got to talking just a little bit about a game called Ape Escape, and its sequel, Ape Escape 2. These are games in which you run around capturing monkeys that are causing mischief due to the intelligence-enhancing helmets they wear. Presumably, they heighten their capacity to wield tools, without heightening their capacity for empathy, impulse control, or delayed gratification. It's a very cute pair of games!

I played the sequel within the last several years. I haven't played the original since I was a teenager (holy shit, how in the fuck did I get old???) Nonetheless, there are several very catchy tracks from the original game that I thought were really memorable. So catchy and memorable, in fact, that I still know them even after all these years, even without having heard them since then until just today. I heard them just today, because I went looking for them, just so I could show them to you, because I think they're peppy and fun, even if they are a bit silly and a tad repetitive:

...Of the ones above, my favorite is probably the first one!! It kinda makes me wanna wiggle, ahahahaha~!! But I really really like the second one, too! That one kinda makes me wanna stomp my feet around really fast!! And the third one makes me kinda wanna skip and hop around!! Eeeheehee~!!

...Hey, Sephiroth? Are there any songs that make you wanna wiggle or dance around in some joyful way? If there are, will you show them to me? It'd be nice to wiggle and stomp and skip and hop around with you like the pair of silly, overcomplicated primates that we are! Bahaha~!!

From the second game, I really enjoy these two:

The first one makes me wanna do some kind of hula!!! And the second one really makes me wanna zoom around, especially at the part that starts at around 41 seconds in!!

Hey, Sephiroth!!! Maybe someday let's also hula and zoom around like a couple of silly marshmallows!!! Won't that be fun!!!

...Impossible, I know. But still, I like to imagine you can read the above things and grin delightedly at the thought of it!! Maybe you can still try these things even if I'm not nearby to do it with you!!

...You know, I'll bet Zack would wiggle and dance around with you, though! Maybe you can ask him!!

Ahhhh!!!!! I have an itch to do StepMania now!!!! But it's much too late at night to get into all that! Goodness me!!!!

...I've decided that the second sentence in the above paragraph is all your fault!!! I declare shenanigans (insert here a mental image of me pointing a dramatically accusatory finger directly at you)!!! And the only “apology” I'll accept is if you to do the StepMania together with me!!! Wahahahaha~!!

...I'm kidding, of course! In all seriousness, though, I'll have to ask J if we can test out StepMania on his laptop soon, since mine kinda... can't be moved around very well anymore, since the screen is broken.

R eventually had to go home. But you know what!! I got to send him home with the lavender-scented sloth plushie that I found at Walgreen's when I was spending time with BB!! It's got a little sachet inside filled with lavender and with things that absorb heat well. So you put the sachet in the microwave to warm it up, and then you put the warmed sachet in the sloth plushie, and then you have a warm, fuzzy, cuddly plushie to hug!! And this one is especially good, since I'm pretty sure sloths are R's favorite animal!

Hey, Sephiroth...? What kind of plushie would you like best? I wonder...

…

...I can't believe it's time for me to go to bed already. I gotta, because I have work tomorrow. And I do wanna go to work, but I don't wanna go to bed yet, because I'm writing to you, and I'm having a lot of fun with it. I feel really silly and good right now, probably because I'm in less pain than usual, and probably because I had a little too much caffeine, and probably way too much sugar from the cookies I ate, hahaha...

...Even if you can't ever talk or write back to me, I hope you know that it's still a lot of fun to write to you, even on days when I don't feel very good. It's still a lot of fun to spend time with you, even in this abstract way. You're lovable as-is, you know. You always have been. You always will be.

And I know that because I love you. I always will. It's never gonna change. So please try to stay safe out there as you do your things over at the Edge of Creation, okay? Because I'm not sure I'd be able breathe beneath a weight as immense as your absence.

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)