#with no cheese and just lettuce; onion and mayo on it) and one time when i went in i saw/heard him notice me and immediately start telling

[fingertipsmp3]

I wish all food service workers who are weird about regulars always ordering the same specific thing and tease them for it a very “please don’t do that”

[squeakitties]

every burger joint's menu

The Classic -Just like momma used to make. This third-pound hamburger comes equipped with the basics: tomato, lettuce, onion, pickles, mayo and your choice of cheese. $13.99

The All-timer -The signature experience. Take all you know about what makes a hamburger a hamburger and spin it on its head with, get this, TWO (2) slices of bacon and ONE (1) squirt of barbecue sauce. And the requisite tomato lettuce onion pickles mayo and cheese, of course. $19.99

The Big Wet Daddy Burger -This nasty motherfucker of a half-pounder will drown your suffering AND your gullet with sautéed mushrooms and onions, candied bacon, house-made garlic aioli, three onion rings, an entire pickle spear and a whole-ass cup of our decadent Slop™. Takeout container included. $22.99

The Super Kill-You Death Patty -Hold onto your hats, masochists, this is one spicy burger. Our famous Seven-Alarm Sauce, habanero peppers, a whole scotch bonnet and a dash of Carolina reaper sauce pairs violently with the cooling touch of ranch. The war that shall be raged in your colon will be legendary. $17.99

The Obligatory Old Person Burger -Let's dial it back a bit to the days of yore, when burgers were simple and easy. Relive fond memories of times long past when you bite into this nostalgic delight of Hamburger Patty and Slab Of Raw White Onion and Unmelted Butter Patty. (this is a real menu item at Big Boy restaurants in the midwest btw) $21.99 -- Seniors over 65 get half off!

[narafeedee]

What’s your go to fast food meal?

this is a fun question, thank you!! i always order the same things at places once i find something i like, so this turned into an absurdly detailed response very quickly

i think my most-eaten meal lately is two double cheeseburgers and a large diet coke because the burgers are BOGO for 29c. if i’m feeling particularly frisky and fat-walleted i’ll get the bakers dozen cookie tote.

in an alternate timeline where budgets don’t exist, i’d be getting a large DQPC meal mayo and pickles only, with a large diet coke, two mcchickens add mustard no lettuce, and either a cookie tote or two of whatever the specialty pies are

i eat McDonalds every day so naturally that’s where my mind went, my go-to orders elsewhere (in order from most to least frequent visits) are:

Tim Horton’s: XL coffee 3 creams, 2 sugars, 1 caramel and a sausage egg and cheese sandwich on a biscuit, every day with very few exceptions. once every couple months i’ll do McDonalds instead and get whatever breakfast sandwich deal they have - usually $2 sausage egg and cheese mcgriddle - and a large vanilla iced coffee

i eat at one of the places listed below maybe once every couple weeks:

BK: 3 to 6 rodeo burgers add mayo add fresh onion, large diet coke, sometimes a hershey pie

Wendy’s: $5 Biggie Bag - which is a double stack, 4 nuggets, small fry, small diet coke; if i wanna splurge i’ll get a large Dave’s Double combo no lettuce no ketchup, large diet coke, medium frosty

Taco Bell: i checked the app to be able to use the actual names of the things i usually order from Taco Hell but i just learned the chicken things i used to get every time are no longer on the fucking menu so i don’t know what i like at Taco Bell anymore and i’m a little salty rn. first they took away my grilled shredded chicken burritos with extra avocado ranch away from me, now this? what the fuck

KFC: two famous bowls and at least 8 hot sauce packets for each bowl, then stop at McDonalds for a large diet coke

Popeyes: blackened chicken tenders (whatever the best meal promo is), red beans and rice, blackened ranch for dipping, something sweet but i change it up every time, large sweet tea from Popeyes or a large diet coke from McDonalds

Checker’s: two large orders of mozzarella sticks, big buford no lettuce, large diet coke, large fries, funnel cake fries or brookie

everything else i eat in a day is normally freezer food - pizza rolls, waffles, uncrustables - or ubereats delivery. i also order the exact same things from the same 3 places on rotation when i order delivery. i don’t have an adequate kitchen to cook how i want to where i live right now but it gives me something to look forward to having someday 🤷🏻‍♀️

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Code Blue Ch. 36- Time in a Bottle

Summary: Josie gets new wheels and an unexpected visitor. Her stress catches up with her. Megan sets her off and blurts out something shocking. Lee and Jo go for a ride. The outing doesn't go as planned. Josie finds something heartfelt. Lee comes clean. So does Jo.

*Warnings* Language, angst, domestic dispute, anxiety attack, graphic depictions, drug mentions, roofie rape mentions

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Chapter characters: Josie, Luke, Megan, Lee,

Salem, Massachusetts

March 8, 2023

You pulled around to the back of your mom's house where the old barn sized brick garage was that Jason used to run a small motorcycle repair shop out of years ago. It now only consisted of a small art studio you created for your hobby, the lawnmower and the storage of three bikes. One was Jason's Harley and two were yours, an actual bicycle that used to be your grandmother's and could definitely pass for Almira Gulch's bike in the Wizard of Oz, and the other was the bike Jason got you and taught you to ride, a much smaller 1978 Yamaha DT 125, and that would be your go to for awhile now while you stored your Monte Carlo in the garage, out of sight, hopefully out of mind from the bar thugs that Luke pissed off and would be looking for it. How were you going to explain this one to Lee when you show up at this place on a motorcycle that he didn't even knew you owned, let alone could ride?

You leaned on the Harley's seat for awhile, thinking of Jason and how you used to ride it with him. He never wore a helmet but always made you wear one. You loved the thrill of the ride, the speed, the freedom you felt with the wind blowing through your hair, so much so that you had begged Jason to teach you to ride, but of course not with his bike. You could barely hold the monstrous beast up, so that's when Jason purchased the smaller one for you. Little but fierce, the two wheeled dirt bike was, reaching a max speed of 70 mph...and your plan was to get Lee on it with you, for it was his turn to go to one of your safe haven's you had once told him about. It was there you also planned to get the truth out of him.

Your thoughts went back to Jason while you brought your bike out, wondering what he was doing right now as you locked the garage back up. The only way you could get ahold of him was through Craig, which you refused to do, or there was Sonny, where you knew Jason was hiding out, but if you were seen going there, it might raise some red flags, for it was no secret you didn't like the mob boss or his bitch of a wife, Carly, who happened to be Jason's bff just as Sonny was and both always seemed to come first in his life. The blonde entitled vixen was someone you and Britt both would rather not be around. It was too odd of a situation considering Jason used to screw her before she married Sonny.

You propped the bike on it's kickstand in front of the garage and went inside, practically being ran over by one of your mom's dogs.

"Damn it Tater!! Get back here!" you shouted to the stocky jailbreaking tan colored mixed breed of NO CLUE. He was your mom's dog and the other, Marmaduke, was your dad's Great Dane who was always lounging on the couch like he owned the place. The dwarf sized horse pretty much did.

"Mom?? You here?? Tater took off!" You hollered up the stairs and then went in the kitchen when she didn't answer. The damn smell of Megan's cigarette smoke freshly lingered through the house and you could see the film of it in the rays of sunlight shining in from the window, which you then opened and turned on the stove's exhaust fan. Ballsy bitch is all you could call her, knowing if you smelled it, your mom certainly would and so did the poor dogs. No wonder Tater was itching to be free, besides the fact he despised Megan.

The answering machine was beeping, so you played it as you made a mountainous ham sandwich with mayo, lettuce, onion. pickle and cheese.

Knowing your mom wasn't home due to looking out the window and not seeing her car in the driveway, you let out a shrill scream after hearing the realtor's message about the closing sale of the Haunted Star which is probably where she went.

You sat down at the table, aggressively cutting your manly sandwich in two and then....

"Fuck!" You snapped, slamming the knife down. The thought of Orlando's sleezeball father owning and running Jason's boat, probably with Ethan at his side, had you seeing red. And it never would have happened if Jason hadn't fake his death, or more so hadn't changed his will. Of course, if he hadn't put the boat in someone's name, it would have gotten tied up in the state. Another mess that wasn't needed. But your mom, she didn't have to sell it!

Fuming, you shoved the sandwich into your mouth, chewing through heavy breaths with your cheeks looking like a chipmunk stuffed with nuts until your phone beeped, then you heard a motorcycle in the driveway.

"I have your dog."

With your eyes wide, you quickly chewed your food until you could swallow it without choking to death and then ran to the back door to see Luke sitting on your bike with Tater proud and grinning at his feet.

"You....followed me??!!"

"Well, technically no. I'm out for the day to house and job hunt, but...I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone and make sure you got to where you were going safe and sound."

"So technically, you did follow me."

"Look, I meant no harm. I'm not some stalker, just looking out for you is all AND I found your dog in the process. He was running in the street, trying to bite my tires."

"And just how did you know it's our dog?? He could live down the street."

"But he doesn't. Tag on the collar says so."

"Oh..." you quietly replied, feeling like a complete dumbass as he grinned at you. To deflect from your humiliation, you stepped around the corner to view his ride.

"So you ride huh? Nice bike. Triumph speed 400?"

Luke smiled pretty big. "Ahhh, you know your bikes. I like yours too. Yamaha DT 125." he said as he got up and stroked the handle bars, then smirked. "I like a woman that likes to ride. Wanna take mine for a a spin? Unless it's too big for you to handle?"

You offered a slight glare and shake of your head, hearing the double meaning in his tone.

"I'm quite happy with the one I have. It's the perfect size for me." you flatly retorted, hoping he would get your own double meaning of...you have a well equipped boyfriend.

He did, but didn't care. "Hmmm, to each their own. I do like the feel of driving a smaller one beneath me. Maybe I could drive yours someday. I'd sure like to."

"You're something else, you know that?" you said, rolling your eyes. "I really need to go now and so can you. Thanks for the looking out that I didn't ask for and don't need. Come on Tater."

You turned and let the dog in and then went to go in too until his words ceased your steps.

"I'm sorry...this isn't really me. I...I'm just so used to being a certain way with people. Not many friends, remember?"

"You mean you're used to being an egotistical arrogant asshole. I can see why you don't have many friends."

"Ouch. Guess I deserved that."

"Maybe. Look, I don't enjoy being mean to people...I'm just...guarded and I..I guess that's my way of protecting myself and I'm super good at reading people too. I can see this is your own defense mechanism, your way of showing people no one can touch you, keeping people at a safe distance with your humor...and that's exactly what you're getting from it. Distance. And I get why you're like this, I do. Landy is somewhat the same way, minus the sexual innuendos. But I trust him. He earned it. I really don't know how to trust you because the real you I have yet to see, and I...I thought that I had...but Landy says THIS is the real you...so you tell me Luke...which is it??? Because I am sick to death of being toyed with by everyone I thought I could trust!"

You could feel your chest tightening again, but something felt different this time and Luke's words began to fade as he went on.

"You say you get why I am like this...well it's not all because of my dad if that's what you're referring to. I've been fucked over too Josie, christ, who hasn't right? And.....Josie??"

The next thing you knew, Luke was carrying you into the kitchen and sitting you down, then he was ripping off paper towels from the holder.

"Here, hold still, put your head back."

"Wh..wha...why? What's..."

"You have a bloody nose and you almost collapsed. I think you're just overly stressed." he explained calmly as he held a wad of the paper towels under your nose and pinched the bridge with his fingers. "Has this ever happened before??"

"I...no...I mean well, yes, but it's been a long time...I..."

Now you were beginning to panic, clutching onto his coat with one hand and his wrist with the other as you gasped for breath through your mouth.

"Hey there, come on, look at me, you're ok, you're ok, it's just a little blood and it's stopping." Luke softly said with a cool composure and soothing tranquility, once again, knowing just what to do in an urgent situation.

You did as he said and looked into his hushing hazel green eyes as he demonstrated breathing in and out of his mouth in long relaxing breaths for you to follow.

"That's it. In and out, nice and slow."

"Really??"

His eyes grew wide as his breaths became still.

"Oh..NO no no..I swear I didn't mean..."

Your bellowing laughter halted his words, turning him a rose shade of red when he realized he had just been bamboozled.

"Good one Josephine."

Luke hopped up with a grin and moistened a clean wash cloth, then sat back down and began cleaning the blood off of you.

"Point made. If I want to be taken seriously and trusted, then I need to stop being fake. That's as real as I can be right now." he said in all seriousness as he dabbed tenderly at your skin.

It couldn't have been a worse time for your trolloping sister to come home, freezing in her tracks as she caught sight of Luke all hands on with you.

"Well well, who do we have here sister? Do tell cause he certainly don't look like Dr. Dreamy tending to your bodily fluids." she quipped as she took out cold pizza from the fridge, plopped down with her feet up on the table and began eating while basically undressing Luke with her eyes.

"Ughhh, go AWAY! I'm in no mood for you!" you snapped and knocked her feet off the table, in which she put right back up.

"I'm Megan, since my sister is so rude."

"I know who you are." Luke abruptly said inn a not so nice manner.

"Wowza, the rudeness is contagious today. And you are??"

"You know the guy you're fucking this month? I'm his brother...Luke."

Megan's brows instantly furrowed as she stopped chewing.

You smugly grinned at his immediate dislike of her and his snarky remark.

"I seee...well, you could always join us. I'm completely open to that." she retorted with a little smirk.

"Megan, you would be open to anything up to and including a horse's cock." you raved with great satisfaction.

She tossed her pizza in the box and sat forward with a taunting smile.

"I hear Lee likes cock too."

If blood could be heard boiling, it would be yours. All was silent as you reciprocated her glare and then, you flung your chair out behind you and lunged at her with a scream as Luke caught you in mid air, which sent Megan's chair flying backwards and her onto her ass in panic.

"Let me go Luke!!!" you shouted as you ferociously wriggled in his firm grip of locked arms around your waist.

"Sorry love, can't do that. She's not worth it."

"Oh YES SHE IS!!"

Megan stood up in a fury and shouted back something that completely floored you.

"Did you know your perfect ass boyfriend was in love with Ethan and they got married???!!! How's that for being open??!"

"Get out of here now!!" Luke barked, furiously pointing to the doorway while gripping you tightly with one arm. "Or I'll let her go!"

"With pleasure!"

Megan stormed up the stairs and slammed her door as you stood frozen and wide eyed with tears balancing on the rims of your lower lids. Luke cautiously released you and you went back to the table and slowly sat down in tremendous shock.

"Is...is it...true?" you asked Luke with a jittery voice while you peered up at him, tears now falling as you began to visibly tremble.

"Josie...I..."

"Did you know??!" you raged as you closed your eyes, gripping the seat of your chair with white knuckles.

"It's not my business."

You flung back up, mad as hell. "Bullshit!! You make everything your business. You know my entire life so don't fucking tell me your own brother and friend's life was unknown to you."

"Josie...did you seriously think I would just tell you that? It wasn't my place to tell first of all and..."

"And what?? You KNEW the trouble Lee and I were having over Ethan. You KNEW Luke, that I was begging him for answers that he was refusing to give me, that I DESERVED to know. I should have heard it from him and instead, I hear it from my cunt sister of all people...I...I...I seriously can't take anymore."

"Josie...your reaction right now is probably why Lee was afraid to tell you."

"Are you seriously defending him??? My reaction right now is because of how I found out. Lee had every fucking chance to tell me and if he would have, I...I would have understood, we could have worked through it...but the fact is....he didn't tell me. I get it, I get it that he was afraid, but I think it's a hell of a lot more than that and you know why?? because Megan just said it! He was in love with him! Is that a lie Luke???"

"Josie...I won't do this. You will have to ask him. I'm sorry."

"You know what? Just go."

"I don't think I should leave you like this and alone with Megan. I want to help you but I just can't.."

"GO LUKE!" you cried and whipped the door open.

He began to walk out and stopped as he reached you. His hand came softly to your cheek as he spoke sympathetically.

"I really am sorry. If you need me...I will be here. This...is the real me."

You whimpered as you stepped back from his touch without looking at him. Luke's eyes fell and he then slowly walked out.

Down the wall you slid, dropping to your butt and drawing your knees to your chest, then bawling into them.

After a good five minutes of hyperventilating, you found your phone and with hands shaking something awful, you texted Lee.

"I'm picking you up. Be outside your lake house at 3 and wear hiking attire. It's now or never Lee."

You needed to leave before your mom got back so she wouldn't see you this way and Lee's lake house was not far from your apartment. You sent her a text about your car being there, then you fired up your bike and took off to stop at your apartment for a long much needed hot shower since you had a few hours to spare.

You parked the bike at the curb, then literally hauled ass up the stairs and jogged down the hall to your apartment so you wouldn't run into Craig, for you knew you would just blow up at him if you did.

Now that you were alone with the steaming water pouring over your head, you couldn't help but to break down again, crying for the entire twenty minute shower.

It was the first shower you had taken at your new place, a shower that you and Lee planned to share together and you began to imagine him there with you but it kept turning into him with Ethan, telling him he loved him. It took everything in you not to just scream at the top of your lungs, but you didn't need Craig huffing and puffing and blowing your house down. Instead, you sucked all your anger down, then got out and dressed to ride, then saw his reply.

"Ok. I cannot wait to see you sweet girl."

Although you were running on fumes from lack of good quality sleep, you were completely wired as the cool pre-spring air, smelling of the nearby bay, powered over your face at 50 mph as you cruised through the twists and turns of the country-like, forest filled area. And soon, Lee would have the intoxicating experience as well, whether he liked it or not.

As you gracefully made the last curve before his lake house, you took in many deep breaths to try and relax the damn butterflies in your stomach that were both nervous and excited to see him, and the anger that resided in your soul.

There he was, as you pulled up, sitting on a stone bench by the side entrance at the top of his drop down driveway, looking lost in thought. Those thoughts were soon stolen by the shocking sight of you on a motorcycle as you climbed off and kicked the stand down with your biker style black boots. Needless to say, his face was priceless as his eyes studied you from head to toe.

"You...you ride??" Lee asked as he remained seated, looking your two wheeler over in astonishment. He really wanted to go and scoop you up into his arms because he had missed you immensely and also because you looked sexy as hell in your biker gear, but something about your demeanor and your text told him he had better keep his distance. He figured you were still angry about yesterday and the way he bailed after the heated kiss you initiated. Actually, he knew your anger would be more over the fact that he had indirectly and wrongfully accused you of messing around with your landlord, which he had instantly regretted after he left. If he only knew how wrong he was as to where your anger stemmed from....and he was about to very soon.

"It would appear so huh?"

Yep, your tone confirmed it. You were pissed.

"Yeah. I just never knew. You never told me."

"It seems there's a lot we don't know about each other."

His head lowered, eyes on his hands as as he fidgeted with his thumb.

"You're still angry with me."

"You ready?" you flatly asked, ignoring his statement.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see when we get there."

Your words were simple and brief, but made their point.

"Ok...I umm... I have something inside I'd like to give you. I was going to give it to you yesterday but..."

You cut him short as he stood up to catch the helmet you whizzed at him, in which he caught gracefully in one hand.

"The only thing I want from you is the truth. As I said, it's now or never."

Although Lee was now becoming frustrated, he was more so worried because this was it. Judgement day. He knew he had to come clean or lose you for good, which he knew he still could either way.

He put the helmet on and sat on the bike behind you, which he basically just walked right over the back end to do, being the beautiful giant he was.

"Can...can I put my arm...around you?"

"Suit yourself."

As you fired up the bike, he slid his right arm around your waist, making you both pause for a moment at the feel of each other's touch. For you, the butterflies invaded your chest and attacked your heart as one seemed to remain underneath his hand. For Lee, he almost cried.

You turned on your 80's walkman radio that you had hooked on your belt and rode off. Lee cringed at the song that came on. Another sign of what was to come is the way he now looked at things, all thanks to you. Judgement Day by Five Finger Death Punch. Aside from the ominous coincidence, the sound of the music was kick ass to ride to.

The speedy ride went on for about two miles, the wind blowing your jasmine scented hair into Lee's face as he closed his eyes and desperately inhaled you. He was quite impressed at how you handled the bike and the damp road. You were just as good at that as you were on the ice. Each curve you hugged forced Lee closer against you, driving the undeniable chemistry between you both to an all time high as he now had both of his hands clasped over your stomach, nice and snug. To you, you wondered if he was a bit afraid, having never ridden with you before or ever even rode a bike at all for all you knew, but you also figured that if he had any reservations about it, he wouldn't have hopped right on. To him, he gripped you so tightly for three reasons. To feel you and be close to you along with his instinct and desire to protect you. If for any reason the bike would go down, he would never let you go.

You veered off onto a secluded gravel drive that ran along an inlet of the bay and parked. Lee reluctantly let go of you and stood up, taking his helmet off as did you and then you walked off.

"This way."

Lee followed you through the multitude of trees down a narrow dirt path to where he stopped to view the lake that was visible in the nearby distance.

"I take it you know this place?" he asked as you stepped up onto a large rock and leaned against a tree.

"It's one of my safe havens I told you about, that I told you I would bring you to one day."

His head turned to you, his eyes filled with happiness that you trusted him enough to bring him to your special place.

"The one you and Jason came to?"

'Well, not this part. I found this area all on my own. The one I went to Jason with can be seen from the lookout deck just down the way. There's an old out of order train viaduct in the woods that runs over the river. I was always afraid to go up there because of the height. The drop is tremendous down to the rapid waters and I can't swim if you recall, but Jason always held on to me, assuring me the breath taking view would outweigh my fears and over time, he was right, I got used to it and now I can go by myself."

"I see." he smiled and then gazed at you. "Well, this place really beautiful and I am sure that one is too. I see what you mean. I told you someday if you let me, I will teach you to swim and over time, it will be like riding a bike..or ice skating. So uh, what's the story with the bike anyways? Where's your car?"

"At mom's, where the bike was stored. Jason got it for me. He taught me to ride and I...I haven't touched it since...he died."

Ugh, you wanted to tell him so bad that Jason was alive. Secrets were what got you both here in the first place. The past 24 hours held so many things Lee didn't know and you decided you better start somewhere before he found out another way just like you did about him and Ethan, so you kind of just blurted it out in a nutshell.

"I have to keep my car hidden from these bar thugs that are after Luke Jr. because he kicked their asses last night and then got in my car and they chased us."

"I'm sorry, what??"

"I...saw Orlando go into the pub and so I went in to see how he was doing since he has been sort of off the grid lately...and then he...saw his dad and took off after him. I followed him, because he had been drinking a lot and well, you know how he gets. It was a good thing that I did because he was carrying a hammer in his pocket and he confronted his dad. He was going to attack him, actually he tried to but I was able to confiscate the hammer and talk him down."

Lee stared at you for a moment, then he dropped them to the ground.

"Jesus." he whispered, lightly shaking his head.

"Is..is he alright? Are you alright?? What did his dad do?"

"He said some pretty awful things to Orlando and to me too and then he took off. Lee, my mom sold the Haunted Star...and Luke Sr. is the one who bought it. I found that out right after I saw you when I talked to my mom. He raved about it to my face, rubbing the salt in my wounds because he knew it was Jason's boat. He's going to ruin it, turn it back into a crime filled gambling ring, I just know it. And I'm sure Ethan will be right beside him."

"God, Jo, I'm so sorry. I know how much that boat meant to you with it belonging to your family....and I...so...how did Orlando's brother come into all of this?"

"Well, I went to take Orlando home and shortly after we got in my car, Luke came out of nowhere said we needed to go and insisted he drive and..."

"So you just let him drive your car that you let no one drive but you?"

"I let you drive it...and well, yeah, I had a few beers myself and honestly, it was for the best because apparently Luke had followed his dad to the bar to handle him after Landy's encounter with him and things turned ugly with these guys and then they came speeding after him which then turned into them chasing us until Luke was able to lose them. But now they know my car."

"My god Jo, you...you didn't think to call me?? I would have been right there. Orlando's my best friend and you're my....."

Lee paused and then walked off, making his way down to the inlet's lookout, a small wooden deck big enough for maybe three people, perched up on a sizeable rock embankment overlooking the water.

You sighed and then followed him, knowing you still had to tell him the about the aftermath at Orlando's place which made you feel nauseated. As he said, Orlando was his best friend so he deserved to know.

Lee briefly leaned on the metal railing and then turned to you when he heard you step up behind him.

"I'm sorry. It was late and raining and Luke was handling things just fine, well, for the time being anyways."

"What do you mean...anyways? Jo...what happened?"

"Honestly, I don't really know. I mean, we went back to Landy's and..."

"It's Landy now eh?"

"Lee, don't. Do you want to hear this or not?"

"K. Go ahead."

"Orlando..." you emphasized. "And I were in the kitchen talking. He was telling me some stuff about Luke and Luke heard some of it, which he didn't like and things got heated between them, like, Luke, he just snapped. They fought and then Luke put him in this choke hold and wouldn't let go. I ended up hitting him on the head something, which, he is fine by the way, but...I had to do it. But, even so, Orlando wasn't fine. He ended up collapsing and wasn't breathing and..."

"Jesus Christ! Is he alright????!"

"Yes, yes, Lee, he is ok now. Luke and I...we um...we performed CPR and had him breathing within roughly a minute...."

"You didn't think to call 911?? Fuck, what the fuck is wrong with Luke??"

"I was going to call but I couldn't find my phone and Luke said Landy would be dead before they got there, which he was right considering he wasn't breathing. He would have called if we couldn't get him back Lee."

"Wow, well Luke sure seems to know just what to do. An asshole and hero all in one night. I'm a doctor Jo, remember?? You still should have called them because they could have been on their way if you couldn't revive him, not to mention they could have shocked his heart. I could have tried to help as well. Do you think I would have cared what time it was or if it was raining Jo?? Seriously?" Lee reeled as he shook his head in disbelief.

"Yeah I know Lee but I wasn't exactly thinking straight. I'm sorry. But at least Orlando is fine. I stayed the night to watch over him and Luke too. I hit him pretty hard, he was cut and bleeding and could have had a concus..."

"Well this just keeps getting better. Poor Luke. He tries to kill his brother and you were worried about HIM."

"Yeah Orlando said the same thing ok, but Luke feels terrible Lee and is going to do all he can to make it up to Landy. He's not Ethan."

"As he should feel terrible. How is he not like Ethan when he goes and does the same fucking thing and you...you defend him because he feels bad? If Ethan had shown remorse, would you have defended him too?? Tell me Jo... what started the fight?? What was it that Luke overheard? He don't just flip out like that for no reason."

"Of course I wouldn't have defended Ethan because it's fucking ETHAN! And as far as that fight, it's between Orlando and Luke so how about we get to the real reason we're here?"

"You're not telling me everything. I can feel it."

"Hello pot, meet kettle!! I have been upfront with you since day one about everything that affected us Lee, my deepest darkest secrets and even about things that didn't affect us and you can't even respect me enough to do the same."

"I respect you more than anyone in this world, more than anyone I have ever had respect for Jo. I love you, only you and you know I do. why can't the past be the in the past where it belongs??"

"Because it's not IN the past! It's right here, in our face because you won't admit what I already know. If none of it mattered, you would have told me the first night I met Ethan and then I wouldn't have felt like I do now, how YOU'VE made me feel! I will not be second, I will not share your heart."

"If you already KNOW, then why do I have to tell you??"

"Are you kidding me right now?? Because I want to hear you say it!! You promised you would tell me yesterday and you ran away with the lame excuse of accusing me of being unfaithful with my freaking landlord. I swear to god Lee, this is your last chance or I...am...gone and I will NOT come back. I know my worth thanks to bullshit like this and if I didn't love you so fucking much, I would have left a long time ago...but with that said, I am at the end of my rope, holding on by a mere thread, waiting, always waiting for you to catch me before I fall, and if you let me fall Lee....you will never be able to pull me back. I deserve to know the truth that you feel is so damn important to hide. I want to hear it from you and not my damn sister!!"

"Wait...whh..what??" he asked as his eyes were now beginning to glisten with tears. "What did she tell you?????"

"YOU tell me! You tell me now."

"Jo, baby I don't want to do it like this, please...please don't make me. I swear to god it doesn't matter, that's why I haven't told you. YOU are ALL that matters to me, YOU my Jo."

"Liar!" you cried and shoved him.

Lee froze, peering down at your telling eyes. You knew. He could see it. His hand rubbed over his mouth and then through his hair as he released a whimpering sigh through trembling lips.

"I....I'm not a liar...I'm...afraid."

"Afraid of losing me or...Ethan??? You can't have us both!"

Lee gently took your face in his hands, his tears now falling.

"I don't want him!!!! I want you baby, god I Love you Jo!! So fucking much I can't see straight. It's been 8 days without you and I feel like I'm losing my mind. Why...why can't you believe me?? You used to. I won't let you fall. I'm right here, I've got you. Please...stay with me."

"You really have to ask me why?? Because everything changed when Ethan came back. YOU changed. The secrets, the panic attacks, the fact that you wouldn't tell me the truth, the fact that you wouldn't make him go away!!! It's going to be longer than 8 days Lee...it will be FOREVER!" you cried and pushed his hands away. "You're the one who told me to breathe, and I did it. This, THIS is what I did it for?? Because now I can't breathe. I am torn between holding onto what you promised and accepting the reality of you not being able to deliver. I'm falling Lee."

His breathing began to race and became hard as he turned around, placing his hands on the railing and vigorously shaking it as he bellowed out a long garbled shout.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!! I...I ca...I can't...I...breathe....I..."

Lee began holding his chest again, just like he did that day at the lake house when he had a full blown panic attack. You grabbed onto him as his legs became unstable.

"Lee??? Oh god...ok, ok...it's alright. Look at me baby, I'm right here, I'm right here. Hold on to me."

"Please...pl...please...don't...don...don't let..me fall. I'll...I'll t...tell you...just...t..take me..home."

"Lee, I don't think I should ride with you like this, you could fall off..."

"Take me home Jo!!!!!" he shouted as he stared off in panic, almost as if he were blinded by the attack.

You put his arm over your shoulder, securing it by holding his hand, then placed your other arm firmly around his waist and began to walk him back to the bike.

"I want you to lay your head on my shoulder and lock your arms clean around my waist and don't move, do you hear me?"

"Mmm..hmm..y...yes."

He did as you asked and after you got going, you secured your left arm over his so you could steer with your right and use the accelerator. You released him long enough to brake as you pulled up to the lake house and as soon as you stopped, he sprung off the bike, still in a panic and quickly stumbled his way inside before you could even catch up to him.

"Lee! Slow down!"

You raced in behind Lee to find him at the kitchen sink with his head under a stream of cold water, spurting out hard gasping breaths as his shaking hands clutched the faucet. You struggled frantically to free yourself of your coat and then grabbed a towel out of the laundry room.

"Lee, I'm right here." you assured him as you stroked his ice cold saturated hair. "Come on, the water, Lee it's freezing. Let me dry you off."

He remained leaning over the sink, his eyes planted shut and his mouth gaping and dripping water as you turned it off.

"Baby, stand up."

He did, eyes slitted open as you placed the towel over his head and dried him.

"God, I am so sorry. This is all my fault, I was too pushy and aggressive and selfish, letting my own feelings consume me. I had no right to treat you that way. So much has happened in the past 24 hours and I let it get to me, things that had nothing to do with this and..."

Lee yanked the towel away. "No...you had every right!" he snapped as he fought to get his jacket off, still gasping and panting, almost to the point of hyperventilation.

"Let me help y..."

"I got it!!" he snapped once again, giving his caught and twisted sleeve a powerful tug and he then let the coat drop to the ground, becoming more distressed and anxious that he couldn't stand still. In his continuing panic, he turned and staggered to the stairs.

"Lee, where are you going?? Wait..."

"Let me go. Just leave me alone." he ordered, pulling his arm from your hold and tripping his way up the stairs.

Your hand came to cover your mouth as you stood frozen with gaping eyes, not knowing what to do because he wouldn't let you help him. What you were feeling was indescribable. You shouldn't have pushed him so hard, giving him an ultimatum like that but you honestly didn't know what to do anymore.

Doing what he did best, you found his whiskey and poured a shot, then downed it as you stood alone in silence, listening for him and staring at the stairs, then your eyes glided back to the kitchen where you caught sight of something on the table. An envelope with your name written in huge letters...JO.

You picked it up to find some crunched up paper wrapped in a bowtie made out of the same material. Was this what he wanted to give you? It had your name on it, so you opened it. Inside was a silver chain necklace with a seashell shaped glass piece attached...and inside appeared to be the tiniest of scrolls tied in a red string.

You then opened the envelope.

"Jo, inside is my love for you...forever. Time in a bottle."

And then under his own words, he wrote the lyrics to the song "Time in a Bottle"

"If I could save time in a bottle The first thing that I'd like to do Is to save every day 'til eternity passes away Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever If words could make wishes come true I'd save every day like a treasure, and then Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do once you find them

I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go through time with

If I had a box just for wishes And dreams that had never come true The box would be empty Except for the memory of how they were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do once you find them

I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go through time with."

You fell into the chair, once again covering your mouth, this time to silence your crying. After about fifteen minutes, you couldn't take it anymore and made your way up the stairs to check on him, only to find him sitting quietly and perfectly still in the hallway on the floor against the wall, knees bent up, elbows propped on them and his hands clasped together as he rested his mouth against them.

"You...ok?" you softly asked and then slowly approached him.

Lee was finally relaxed and didn't move or say a word until you were standing in front of him. He finally stood up and when he did begin to speak, you let him, with no interruptions.

"It all happened hundreds of years ago to me, but in reality, it was 4 years ago, shortly after Jacob died. Ethan came for the funeral. He stayed for quite awhile and we hung out a lot. He was different then, at least I thought he was a good person. I had no idea what he was involved in, I just needed a friend. A real friend. Sure, I had Orlando but as you know, a doctor's life doesn't have much time for friends...and he didn't want to spend time with Ethan, understandably as we now know."

"We went to a lot of parties during my leave from work. My brother's parties. Drug filled parties where Ethan and I...it was more than the one time Jo. It was many. He...he told me he loved me about a month later and during one of our drug induced nights....I told him I loved him too. I had no idea what I was doing. I was so lost and he was there. Giving me the love I was deprived of. Keeping me medicated to eventually get what he wanted, of course I didn't realize that then. Then one night, he...asked me to marry him and I stupidly accepted, although at the time, I thought it was what I wanted. We flew to Vegas, just me and him. My nerves were on overload. I...I didn't want to go through with it. It didn't feel right when I was sober. Nothing ever did."

"He coaxed me into getting high, which didn't take much to do because I was dope sick and then...there I was, higher than Mt. Everest, saying I do. We went out and partied more to celebrate, gambling our asses off. Later that night, I was coming down from my high and more clear headed. Realizing what I had done, I freaked out and wanted to leave. I told him we needed to get an annulment or however that works, because I wasn't in my right mind. I told him i didn't want to do this with him anymore. It was like I had some sort of epiphany. In my panic of packing my things, he made me a drink. A drink I had no idea was laced with, well...it was roofied. I figured it out later that it was his plan to consummate the marriage to make it more difficult to dissolve...He ummm...."

Lee became quiet and teary eyed as his head lowered, not wanting to look at you.

"Jesus...Lee...did he....force himself on you??"

His eyes slowly rolled up to yours as a tear fell.

"I couldn't prove anything, nor did I want to. I didn't want anyone to know about any of what we did. I told myself that Ethan too, was out of his mind on the drugs and didn't mean to do what he did and I just wanted to forget it all ever happened. We flew back the next day and never spoke of it. I then checked myself into rehab for 90 days without his knowledge and when he found out, I refused his visits and calls. After I got out, I filed for a simple annulment to erase it all, but it was not granted. In Massachusetts, you have to have solid clear proof of your claims and...I had none to show we were both incompetent due to impairment and even if I had proof of what he did to me, I sure as hell wasn't going to make that public and of course without proof, the marriage would have been considered consummated, so...I filed for divorce which I was able to do since I had lived here more than a year. I claimed irreconcilable differences just to be simple and after that, I didn't see him for another year. He had been back and forth between the U.K. and Boston and when I saw him again, I had then forgiven him by blaming it all on the drugs for his actions as well as my own and we remained good friends, still hanging out from time to time but that was all it was, I swear it Jo. I knew what I had felt for Ethan was never real and the moment I knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt was when you came into my life and let me know what love really was, my lady strange. I never felt this way for him, or for anyone, ever. That's how I knew it was real this time. I never loved him Jo....I love you."

Lee's voice choked up when he said those last three words to you. His tear stained eyes never once blinked nor did they move and the way he gazed in your eyes as he said it, demolished your heart into a million pieces as if a wrecking ball had swung right in. You now felt like the biggest fool in the world for ever doubting his love for you, and the guilt, it was unbearable, for what you had believed about him couldn't have been further from the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God.

"I know that you do." you whispered with a whimper.

"I...my god Lee...what have I done? Can...you ever..forgive me? For ever doubting you. You told me over and over you felt nothing for him and I let all of my insecurities and everyone else make me doubt your love when I didn't even know the half of what really happened. And now...I...I forced you...I caused all of this...I hurt you so much just now. I..I feel like such fucking scum. I..I listened to my sister and Ethan and even Luke..."

"You didn't know because I kept it from you, that's not your fault. It's mine Jo. There's nothing to forgive sweet girl. God I should have told you so long ago and saved all of your justifiable doubts. Jo, if anyone is scum, it's Ethan. And I'm disgusted with myself for it taking this long for me to open my eyes. I now know he knew exactly what he was doing that night and that he's bat shit crazy on top of it."

"Lee...why. Why were you so afraid baby?? Why did you ever think I would leave you because of it?? You did nothing wrong. Even after everything, you told me the truth and...I'm still here Lee. I can't imagine a world without you."

"For that exact reason. I was afraid because I didn't think you would believe me and I thought I would lose you. And I thought that I had. This entire week, all I have thought about is the last time we made love and how you were just gone when I awoke. I can't even begin to describe to you what that did to me and then I see you a week later and you smelled like cologne. God, I am so sorry for overreacting."

"I know, I got your texts last night." you told him with a smile. "I need you to know, in case you're wondering about me staying at Orlando's too...it was merely to watch over him."

"Jo, I'm not mad about that. My god, you saved his life. If anything baby, I'm so grateful."

"But I...I have to tell you something because I won't keep things from you. I...I did sleep in his bed..BUT...that's all I did...sleep. WITH clothes on. Orlando had fallen asleep and when I came to check on him, I was so exhausted that I ended up falling asleep too. I was just afraid he was going to stop breathing again and..."

"Shhh. It's ok. I believe you and I understand. I am glad you were there for him. Luke, well...that's another story. He's a great friend but...let me just say...I don't trust him around you. I know his track record."

"Yeah umm, I kinda picked up on that and even Orlando told me some things. Lee...he came by my mom's today. I guess he followed me from Orlando's to make sure I got there ok since I was in my car. I...I just wanted you to know that."

"Yeah, I did catch that when you said you heard things from your sister...and...Luke? What the hell did they tell you Jo?"

"It was Megan really. Luke, it's what he didn't say actually. He wouldn't verify what she said, saying it wasn't his story to tell and I guess that only made my thoughts worse. She...she told me that you and Ethan had been in love and married and that was all she said. Obviously Ethan has told her about it. God, I never should have let her get to me like that! I mean, I was literally so stressed out today, I began to panic and got a bloody nose too, can you believe that? I guess I can at least give Luke credit for helping me with that because honestly, if he hadn't been there, I would have had an attack like you did AND I would have strangled Megan, which he stopped me from doing. Oh...and I formally met Tracy too. Boy isn't she just a peach?"

Lee's face cringed about Tracy. "Ohhh, yeah. I should have warned you about her. Tracy's just Tracy, not more I can say on that. After being married to Luke Sr, can't say I blame her too much but with that said, I'll never let her disrespect you. As much as I would rather it had been me to be there for you, I'm glad Luke helped you out, but just be careful. He's trouble as you can see. It follows him and now it follows you because of him and well... it seems like Megs has finally met her soulmate...and you know what Jo? I just don't give a fuck about the two of them anymore. Can we just try and move on together and just leave them in the dust where they belong? They can't touch us. No one can because we're still here through all of the bullshit. I know I didn't take more needed steps to rid of Ethan, but I will do it now. And whoever these bar creeps are, I'll protect you. That is...if you still want forever with me..and even if you don't, I will still do it. I can't say it enough. I love you so damn much Jo March."

You took his hands into yours. "You're all I want. Life just means nothing without you. I know you you love me and I love you. Nothing will ever change that. It's just that forever word....it scares me. Something always interferes every time we are happy and I've already had a glimpse of life without you. I don't want to feel that again."

Lee stroked the back of his fingers down your cheek, then took your hand and guided you to the small window seat in the hall.

Once you both sat down, he repeated the stroking gesture to your cheek with a soft smile.

"As you said, we're still here. We've made it through so much, we'll make it through anything else thrown at us. Everything is out in the open now. Ethan can't hurt us anymore. We won't let him or anyone else. Jo...I'm in this for the long haul. We can do this forever thing and be scared together. You're the one I want to go through time with. You're stuck with me babe."

His grin was so beautiful. He...was so beautiful.

"I...I found your gift. I hope it's ok that I opened it? It's so beautiful Lee and the most heartfelt gift I have ever been given."

"Of course it's ok, it's for you. The little scroll inside...it's the word forever...written by you that you left me last week. I had it reduced and then I put it all together."

"Wait...YOU made it?? Oh my god...I..I don't even know what to say."

"Don't say anything. For god's sake, just kiss me already."

You almost cried when your lips met his. "I've missed you so bad." you whispered in between kisses and then took his mouth again. How could he be so perfect, feel so perfect. You could kiss his supple lips....forever.

"What do you say we turn off the world and you stay with me tonight? I'll make you dinner and we can have some wine, dance even? I just want to show you in every possible way what you mean to me and I have so much to make up to you."

"Lee, if anyone has things to make up for, it's me. And...I need to start with something else you don't know."

You had made up your mind. You would not keep Jason's secret and you knew Lee would never betray your confidence. It was simple really. You loved your brother immensely...but you loved Lee more.

Lee tilted his head, his eyes sparkling, attentive and curious.

"Lee....Jason's alive."

@redeemer46

[barbreypilled]

You know that pair of posts like "who tf orders a sandwich like this" "why is the subway guy taking a picture of my sandwich am i doing it wrong"? Who orders the bad sandwich and what is on it

HAHAHAHAHA

Jon orders this exact sandwich

Bobby B gets a footlong meatball sub with no vegetables extra cheese and every sauce on Italian herb and cheese with sun chips and a red gatorade. He eats it at a table for 4 while watching cake boss out loud on his phone

Barb has actually flat out banned Pycelle’s order from being ordered ever on the basis that it isn’t a sandwich and there’s no way to ring it through but also because it’s so gross nobody can make it without gagging. it’s a large soup cup full of tuna and egg salad mixed together and topped with lettuce. He of course got very pissed about this and called what he thought was head office but was actually just Domeric in the back room doing a British accent. Pycelle also likes to get one cookie and pay for it with a $100 bill and call Kyra a commie when she explains to him that it’s 7 am and she physically doesn’t have change. he is also notorious for trying to order off menu. like dude u can’t just yell ‘lasagna’ at the sandwich artist and expect it to appear. there is no lasagna at subway

When Sansa and Jeyne come in after school they both just get cheese melted on white bread. It’s an easy order but it’s annoying bc they always pay in very small change and are SO LOUD and leave messes every single time like how are there that many crumbs from two six inch sandwiches where did that chicken bone come from

Ramsay has a different order every time based on whatever is most inconvenient for Theon. if he comes in when Barb is there she sprays him with cleaning solution until he leaves. his worst order was a salad bowl full of ham and salt which he ate with his hands before paying

Ned has a normal order (sweet onion chicken teriyaki on whole wheat w lettuce, tomato, onion, jalapeños, Swiss cheese, mayo and sweet onion sauce, the weird part is that he comes in on Monday and orders six at a time and saves them to eat though the week, except for one which he will often just take down while standing at the counter. he knows better than to come in when Barb is working because she hates his ass so much but he loves making small talk w Domeric. he calls him ‘big guy’ and ‘boss man’

Edmure eats the soup at subway. I have never seen anyone order soup at subway. you can. it’s there. I guess

[macroartcollector]

Fun in the Sun

There was a slow rumble that soon came to a stop as I turned the car off. I look in the rear-view mirror, touching up my dark brown hair before I double check at the invite in my hand, comparing it against the house number to ensure I’m in the right place. A couple of days ago I was invited out for a Memorial Day cookout, but what was particularly odd about the paper invitation was that it didn’t say who it was from. However, the listed address wasn’t too far away and the weather was nice enough that I figured I would at least come out to see what it was all about. Not to mention I had moved in only a week before so I was very new to the neighborhood. I figured this would be an opportunity to meet some new people. A way to establish a new life.

 Opening the car door, I step out and head up through the front lawn before making my way around back as was instructed. I lifted the latch on the tall wooden gate, the bright green grass gently tickling my feet over my flip-flops as I am met with the presence of the mysterious party hostess.

Standing there in the back yard, a bottle of beer in hand, was the owner of the home and hostess of this party, she was simply stunning with her long blonde hair framing her face and a large pair of sunglasses blocking most of it. The lawn was large, populated with a modest garden along the back fence, a vast deck with several lawn chairs and a looming umbrella. A grill, cooler, and a pair of long serving tables were set up in the grass over by where the woman was standing. It was hard to tell if the sun was glowing bright, or she was. But realizing I’ve been standing still and silent for minutes, I shake out of my daze and walk over.

“Uh.. Hello. I got your invite?” I start the conversation with an inquiry.

“Greetings! Welcome to the cookout! Here, get some drink in ya.” The woman responded, her voice oozed sweetly with a bubbly flair about it that immediately put me at ease.

Taking the bottle from her hand, I pull long from the beverage, savoring the cool refreshing beer on this sweltering day.

“Thanks. I needed that. So where is everyone else?” my question hangs in the air as I take another long drink.

“Yeah you needed that,” the woman confirmed, “And don’t you worry about a thing, they’ll get here when they get here. And please, call me Aurora. Grill’s about hot so take a load off.” She flashed a smile, showing off a wall of pearls.

I smile back, and head over to one of the deck chairs. Kicking it back, I polish off the bottle and observe the serving tables. They were two card tables, the kind with the fold-out legs, set out in the sun and laid out with all matter of foodstuffs. All the kind of things anyone would need for a cookout: a tray of burgers and hotdogs, the appropriate buns, ketchup, mustard, mayo, cheese, tomato, lettuce, onion, chips, dip, a bowl of a freshly tossed salad, and various cookies set on another tray. Not to mention a cooler next to one of the tables, stocked with ice and a wide variety of beverages. I observe and take it all in, wondering when the other guests will arrive, I was certain I was on time according to Aurora’s invite. Just then I feel my eyes getting heavy, like an immense sleep was taking hold and then I go out.

Slowly and groggily I begin to wake, realizing I had conked out for a bit, I jolt up and reassess my surroundings. It was only one beer, I shouldn’t have been drunk already. Taking in my orientation, immediately I realize something is off. Instead of being in the chair that I had set up in, I was met with sight of towering monoliths of red and yellow, and looming stacks of produce. The serving table had gotten so much larger! Wait… No. I had… gotten smaller? My heart begins to pound like a drum solo as the realization hits. It is in this moment that the booming voice of Aurora confirms my fears.

“Well, now it’s a party,” her voice practically deafens me, “And just in time, food’s just coming off the grill. A bit smaller than I would have preferred but still plenty delectable.” She mused to herself.

The massive shadow of her hand came down upon me, the devious digits of her hellacious hand wrapped around my miniscule body as I was lifted into the air, with no footing below me my feet dangled. Looking down, the thought crosses my head that a drop would probably kill me, despite it only being a couple of yards high, the sense of scale at this size has made the world a much more dangerous place.

Aurora, with her other hand, took a fork and pierced the mostly burnt hotdog off the grill, and placed it on a hotdog bun that had been set out on a paper plate on the table. Due to the immense heat it was put under, the sausage had withered in size. A fact that didn’t seem to faze the culinary colossus any as she turned her attention to my diminutive form that was clasped in her other hand. Being under the gaze of her hazels should have been a blessing but it was a curse in this moment as I was lowered to the same location as before. It was seemingly her plan that any left over space from the burnt meat was to be filled by the living meat.

Her fingers release their grasp on me, but it was barely a kindness as I was welcomed into the embrace of the walls of the bun. The bread held me tight and the radiant heat of the sausage made the situation altogether uncomfortable. But the wurst was yet to come as the darkening shadow of Aurora smiled down at her creation before grabbing the condiments and dressing her meal. Cold oozing goo of yellow and crimson lazily poured on me, blinding me in the process. I felt sticky, cold and hot at the same time, but most importantly, I felt scared.

It wasn’t much longer that my world shifted again, so at least that’s what it felt like. The gluttonous Goddess had lifted her little hotdog man up into the air. She licked her lips happily and eagerly.

“Well I’m happy you made it, but it’s rude to overstay your welcome. Not to mention the next guest is supposed to arrive shortly, so don’t think me rude if my mind is elsewhere.” Her voice no long oozed like honey but instead stung like habanero.

I couldn’t see a thing given the dressing of the hotdog, but I could still hear. The gnashing and crunching as the first bite was taken of the hotdog. Aurora’s teeth tore through the bread and meat easily, like buzzsaws through wood but with even less resistance. Anxiety filled me, knowing it was only a matter of time. Here I was, a mere morsel where moments before I was a man. All of this just because I took what I thought was the hospitality of a neighbor. And it was going to cost me everything.

“Well, our time is short now, but I guess not as short as you are.” A soft giggle rang from her luscious lips. “Don’t feel bad. You’re new to these parts, you didn’t know. But I knew, and I couldn’t wait. So please be a good boy now and digest for your Goddess.”

The splotches of red and yellow that covered my eyes went dark as the last bit of bread was carried past the lips of the Goddess. The moist humid air hit me like a freight train. There was no going back at this point. Her masticating teeth began to get to work, munching and crunching the mouthful. However her massive muscle of a tongue made sure to seek me out and protect me. It was clear she had plans for me that didn’t end my journey right now. I could feel her taste buds taking me in, as I was constricted in the tongue’s embrace like a boa constricting a young deer. The only way I could have won this game was to have not played. But that option was removed the moment I entered the back yard. I was nothing but a mouthful now. Fueling the body of a gorgeous Goddess, a terrifying Titaness that had ensnared an unknowing man. And with a loud gulp, my final journey began.

Aurora swallowed her mouthful just in the nick of time as she heard the creak of the wooden fence gate that separated the front from the back yard.

“Greetings! Welcome to the cookout! Here, get some drink in ya.” She shouted as she waved her hand, the other hand reaching into the cooler to grab a beer. The label reading Smaller Lite.

Aurora loved these cookouts, and after the holiday she would get back to her real estate job and sell these same houses again. Because of course she had to restock in time for her 4th of July cookout…

[clarafyer]

I should really list my safe foods so here I go - These foods I almost always will eat. Sometimes there are days where the preference against them is so strong that I will physically gag upon just smelling them but it is a rare few foods that that happens

Meals

- Bush's chili beans - hot (if possible: with cayenne pepper, black peppercorns, and garlic power)

- Chicken tenders/boneless wings (preferably with buffalo sauce)

- Pho

- My signature Subway sandwich

- IN ORDER: Italian herb and cheese bread with turkey, bacon, provolone cheese - toast. Guacamole lettuce, chipotle southwest sauce (ask if I want onion, sometimes that preference changes)

- Kraft mac n' cheese (ORIGINAL FLAVOUR PLEASE EVERYTHING ELSE IS BAD)

- CocoWheats for breakfast almost every day

- McDonald's order: 10 pc chicken nuggets with buffalo sauce, large fry + chocolate shake if it's one of those lucky days

- Sushi (Salmon nigiri, salmon avocado rolls, Alaska rolls, dragon rolls, those frickin crunchy rolls with spicy mayo are good :) also wasabi is an absolute yes, SHRIMP IS A BIG NO EW)

- Pizza (Pepperoni, onions are a sometimes thing, buffalo sauce is common but not a dependency lol ALSO EXTRA TOMATO SAUCE IF POSSIBLE)

- Pasta (regular spaghetti or farfalle (bowtie shaped) with just butter, Cavender's seasoning, and occasionally marinera)

Snacks

- Frozen blueberries

- Spicy cheetos

- Takis (chili lime or the blue one)

- Strawberries

- Pretzels with Nutella/chocolate covered pretzels

- Goldfish (classic or flavour blasted cheddar)

- Oranges

- Chips and salsa (either my recipe or whatever's closest to almost every Mexican restaurant's salsa)

- Apples (slices are awesome but I don't care about whole ones) (ALSO ALMOST EVERY APPLE RELATED DESERT IS AMAZING)

- Saltines

- Doritos

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CURRENTLY OUT OF IDEAS BUT THIS IS ALREADY KINDA MASSIVE I THINK-? There are other foods I do like but aren't really an always thing. I used to be a looooott pickier when I was little, but before I even had any idea about being autistic, father dearest told me to at least give new foods a try and not just refuse everything, and I heeded that advice. I'm willing to try foods if they look particularly appetizing, buuuut most of the time it ends up being okay the first 2 bites and then it's bad to me

OKAY BYEEEE I'M MAINLY USING THIS AS REFERENCES TO MAKE LIFE EASIER FOR ME AND MY RELATIVESSSS

[silent-raven13]

My pencil on my sketchbook

Normally Miles enjoy a time of peace, being by himself drinking some sort of beverage like soda, water or tea- Heck he loves a good ice coffee. Sometimes he would add a snack and candy to keep his stomach fill while he draws or creative something out of his hands.

His hands are his power, surely it has power because of his Spider-man abilities, but the true magic is his art! His creative mind brings his characters to life.

Miles had the television on and lights for background noise in his home. While fixing himself a snack for tonight; a delicious turkey, ham, cheddar cheese sandwich with lettuce, tomato, and onions. With condiments of mayo, mustard and ketchup. He had a side of one half pickler, and BBQ chips. All with a bag of gummy bears and a cold can of Dr. Pepper. "This looks good." He said to himself with a small smile.

The sight of his perfect snack for tonight had him pump! The eighteen year old had a busy month, there was no time for him to spend these nights alone with all the criminals on the street causing a ruckus, and preparing for his mid-terms. It's his last year, and he needs to have positive scores for his grade. He finally decided to go to school in Columbia University and double major, maybe focus on science class and a couple of art classes to get him started. He does want a good high paying salary, and he enjoys science, as for what type he still needs to think about it.

The best part him and Ganke agreed to try to apply for that school, and Princeton just for fun. If they both get accepted, they can rent an apartment together instead of dorming, and start being roommates. That's if they are able to get, try their first year and get a part time job for their plans for their second year.

Yes, Miles already has his plans set in motion. He knows it's a lot of work to do, but Spider-man always has work to do. Anyway back to him going into his room with his plate of snacks with his right hand and on his left arm holding a bag of gummy bears and his can of soda. He went to turn off the living room television, and dim the light in the kitchen.

Both of his parents are working a late shift, an all nighter and he was left to watch over his baby sister, Billie. He went to her room to find her sleeping in her crib, she suckling on her pacifier, she's already six month old, yet she's so small. His cute little Boo-Boo, Miles loves to watch her sleep sometimes she does this little cute kick like she's fighting someone. She does like to go with him when he's Spider-man, he knows he shouldn't. Still she always love being swing from building to building. He gently rubs her back seeing her kicking stopped. She slept soundly by her brother's gentle touch. Gently placing a warm blanket on her.

Miles let out another small smile with his big doe eyes gleaming at his baby sister. "She's so cute, my little Billie-boo!" He quietly left the room, slowly closing the door without making a sound. He went into his room feeling a bit cold. It's still cold in the city that never sleeps, he went to put on his fuzzy socks on, he wore thick blue plaided pajama pants, and a white t-shirt. He sighs feeling his arms cold, he put on his Uncle Aaron's oversize jacket.

He kept a lot of his uncle's things, all his vinyls, his record player, some of his clothes and old photos of him and his dad's childhood. Sometimes he could smell hints of his Uncle Aaron, a certain scent of old cologne, leather and sometimes a new fresh of Timberlands shoes. Miles let out a sigh about grieving over his uncle still.

Grief is weird... there's times he knows his uncle is gone, and he knows it. Sometimes he slip up, when he get a good grade or draw a cool drawing, he quickly wants to run to his uncle's apartment and show him. Or he'll say, "I gotta tell Uncle Aaron about this!" Then, the realization would hit him like a truck, it hurts to think about. Sometimes he cries about it, sometimes he stays quiet. It's just one of those things about grief.

He sat on his rolling chair swaying side to side as he gets ready with his Me-Time. Grabbing his laptop to play a song on low volume from his Spotify playlist, he had up photos of inspiration, and went on his smart phone to look up other artists on social media to try their style. He likes to challenge himself and see how far his ability can go.

"Hmm this one looks good." He saw an artist working with soft pastels, which reminded him of Steven Universe. He decided to look up a landscape or person to use as references. Of course, he's going to add the Morales' flare. He got up to go on his book shelves to look through his art books, "Where is it?" He found the art book of Steven Universe Art and Origins, and saw he wanted to try the pilot style.

Leaving the page wide open as he set it on the table, he got out his big Mix Media sketchbook. One thing he liked about Rebecca Sugar's work is her drawings of hands, and he wanted to make drawings of Black and brown hands with different poses. "Hmm, gouache or Copics?" He was in the mood to paint, so maybe he'll do quick loose sketches of hands with markers. He had his drawing table slanted in another angle for him to work on hands, he got his art supplies all in order.

He took some gummy bears to eat and got started in drawing hands. Sometimes his tongue is curled out while he focus on drawing fingers. Why are hands so damn hard? He always likes drawing bodies instead of details on feet or hands.

His smartphone buzzed causing his Gizmo to vibrate on his wrist. Looks like one of his friends from another world wants to chat with him. He checked his smartphone to see it's his boyfriend.

Moonflower: Sunflower! You busy today?

Miles placed the rim of his Smartphone on his chin thinking about his answer. Today was his time to draw and enjoy himself, but how should he say it? He didn't realize he kept his boyfriend on read.

Moonflower: Sunflower?

Miles: Sorry bae! Well, i'm sort of busy.

Moonflower: Wat do u mean? 🧐

Miles: My parents are working night shift and I'm watching Billie.

Moonflower: Oh? 😏 So your alone is what I'm reading?

Miles: Bae! I'm serious! My dad didn't like the last time you came by and slept on my bed! 😭

Miles should tell him the truth, but what if Hobie would take it the wrong way?

Moonflower: So? 😆 I'm comin' by, luv.

Miles: Bae, I'm serious. I'm babysitting Billie!

Moonflower: Oh yea? I don't see her on yer lap.

Miles looks up at his window to find Hobie giving a wave. Oh shit, he bites his bottom lip as he got up to open his window to let his boyfriend in. "Hey, bae. I didn't expect you to be here. Were-were you watching me?"

"Once I saw yer text about yer parents not around I got excited to see you." Hobie looks around the room seeing a plate of sandwich and chips and a can of soda. He heard music, saw the room smelling freshly nice and there was a drawing table of Miles' drawings. His dark eyes saw the laptop of a photo of a very chisle black man with only a tight nude boxer posing, "Oi? Who's this bloke?" Hobie got jealous seeing this photo of a muscular male with his arms flexing and his hands together in a weird position.

Miles quickly went over to his laptop being confused, "What?"

"He's bloody naked?"

Normally Hobie never cared about nudes, he believes in freedom in expression. However, ever since he got with Miles, the punker had been known to be the jealous type. His beautiful Sunflower is his, and any other bloke or lass flirts with him, he goes full on scary.

"Hobie, I'm learning how to draw his hands. Look, they are big and strong- very figurative-" Hobie snorted with, "I can see." His eyes on the male model's crotch, there's a huge bulge.

Miles pouted, "Bae!"

"What? I'm sorry, luv- is this why you say you were busy? You were," Hobie's hand mimicking jerking off, "by yer self."

Miles face felt so weird, so embarrassed, "HOBIE!" He shrieks.

"Sunflower, I don't mind if you like to whack your little friend as long as," He grins widely, "It's me."

"Oh god!" Miles know how perverted his boyfriend is when it comes to sex. Not that he doesn't like it, but sometimes he said things out of pocket. "You find out sexting is a thing and I got so many dick pics of you!"

Hobie grins from ear to ear, his arms around his Miles' waist pulling him close, "And you kept them all, eh?"

"You're lucky I had my password on, my mom sometimes checks." Miles gave a cute pout.

"Awe, luv." Hobie leans over to kiss his lips, "Mmm, you taste sweet."

"I was eating gummy bears." His boyfriend said with his arms around Hobie's neck.

His punker stares deep into his eyes, his hand slowly went to grope Miles' rear, "Aye, bae! No, not tonight."

"Awe, why not, luv?" Hobie leans over to kiss his Sunflower's cheek to his neck, "Mm, your sister must be sleeping? 's pass her bed time, init?"

Miles pouted, he wasn't in the mood for it. He wanted to work on his drawings and be in his own little world, "Bae, stop. I wanna... mm," When Hobie's tongue lick his neck almost nibbling to leave hickeys, "Mmmhh."

"Mmm?" Hobie purrs letting the ball piercing on his tongue gently massage into his Sunflower's neck. Sometimes he can be very persuasive, with his hands firmly groping his lover's rear again, "Yer sure?"

Miles places a hand over his punker's mouth, "Nuuuhhh, bae. I'm serious." He cutely stares at him, with those pouty lips.

"Alright, luv." Hobie pulls away to rub his nose feeling an itch. Then he sniff , "So? Why did you say you were busy, luv? It seems like you don't want me around."

Miles pouts hearing his boyfriend sounding a bit hurt. "Hobie, I love having you around, it's just... I'm drawing. I was so busy with Spider-man, school, us! I finally got a chance to draw some stuff I always wanted to."

"Luv, why didn't you say so? I'll be quiet as a mouse, and watch you work." Hobie went over to grab Miles' sandwich to take a bite, "Mmm, delicious, luv."

"Yeah, don't mind if you do, heh." Miles rubs his hand that was his sandwich. Whatever, it's fine, he can make another one. Hobie wants to vibe. So he went back to drawing, and pop a few gummy bears. Then he hears his boyfriend munching on his sandwich.

"Mm, luv. Dis got red onions, nice add." Hobie let the crumbs from the bred land on him and Miles' bed.

Miles turns to look at his bed, "Hobie, your making a mess."

"Don't worry, luv. I'll clean up, go ahead and keep drawing."

Now, don't it twisted. Miles love Hobie, he loves his chaotic nature, his charming wits, and pettiness, but today, he really wanted to be by himself. He had a whole plan to draw and listen to his music.

Now, with his boyfriend in the picture- Well, let's just say he needs attention every thirty minutes. Sometimes the punker has a habit making noises, look around the room, touching things being curious only to get his attention.

Right now, he's chewing loud on purpose. Miles can block it out since he was on the zone, he added the final touches on the hands with contrasting colors to give more of a pop. He happily set this finish work aside, then went to create a character in dynamic space, he always wanted to try the fish eye mirror.

Going on his laptop, he went on his Pinterest page checking his bookmarks and click the model reference section. He likes to be organized like that. Looking through the models, he decided to have an Afro Latino male model leaning against a wall. His body practically nude, his eyes were hazel and skin dark as Umber with hair in long dreads.

"Wow, what a pretty guy!" He mutters to himself forgot that Hobie was in the room with him.

Until, he heard heavy boots shuffling towards him. Hobie resting his chin on the nape of his shoulder, "That's a pretty bloke, alright." He stares at his Sunflower to say, "But I'm better, hmm?"

Miles let out a giggle, "Bae, you know you're my boo. Hmm..."

"What?"

"Just thinking... Maybe I should do this one. He's outfit is so cool." Miles click another model this time a light skin Latino with an oversize jacket and cargo pants. "It's futuristic."

"Mmm, the first one, luv."

"You think?"

"Yeah." Hobie kisses him on the cheek, "Mmm, take a break Sunflower?"

"Hobie," Miles giggles at his nuzzling, "I just started."

"But I'm lonely."

"Bae, please. Give me ten minutes, please?"

"Alright, and I will make sure your ten minutes are up." Hobie saw the way his boyfriend looking frustrated, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Miles forces a smile before going back to his ideas in his sketchbook, he's so quick with loose sketches on body and form. Hobie always admire that ability, he decided to look at the book shelves filled with mangas, comic books, figures, and art books.

"Hmm," Hobie grab a random book being obnoxiously loud with each page turning, he set his Gizmo for ten minutes, "Nine minutes." He playfully hums.

Miles inhale sharply with his lips pressing together, this kind of stuff he didn't like. It felt like he was being timed for a test, he quickly did a sloppy sketch before using his mix media paper to make his final works. "Hmm, the World of Hirohiko Araki."

*FLIP* Miles hears the pages being flip, he felt like his boyfriend is doing this on purpose. The Hobie's dark eyes glance up with a low mutter, "seven minutes, luv."

Nope, he doesn't like this. When he lazily did the basic guidelines of his cityscape, he hears his boyfriend digging through his bookshelves making so much sounds. Then, he softly hums a tune, "Oh luv, how about some good ole' music. I'm thinking Sex Pistol's playlist, hm?" He rudely went to Miles' laptop to change the song, and he decided to look through the web. "Opps, luv... I think I lost your pics."

"Hobie..." Miles frowns to check the image he was using as reference webpage closed, he went to his history to click back to the site. Then, Hobie plays the music a bit loud, "Bae, Billie it sleeping."

"Opp, sorry, luv. Let me lower it." He headbands to the music, "Now, this is some good stuff." His hands moving to the beat of the drum that he ended slapping his lap.

"Bae, how about you finish your sandwich?" Miles asked then arched his eyebrow seeing the sandwich on the plate, "Wait, where is it?" He saw the sandwich on the nightstand. "Bae, ew! No."

"Come on, luv. It's fine. I'll clean it up." Hobie caught Miles' by the waist seeing him heading to the nightstand, "Dance with me."

"Hobie!" Miles sighs being exhausted with this, he pulls away to look at the sandwich, mayo dripping out of his night stand, "Awe, now I have to clean this up. Hobie, this is gross. You don't know if there's dust on this... eck." He grabs his plate to put the half eaten sandwich on it.

Now, he gotta clean up his boyfriend's mess. Going to get his cleaning wipes from his lower draw for when paint gets spilled, now he use it for whatever. He cleans up the nightstand, Hobie only hugs him, "Luv, relax. I said I'll clean it up." He nuzzles against him.

"It's just..." He presses his lips together, "I rather do it now." He pulls away to go back to his seat to start drawing, then Hobie's watch beeps.

"Times up, Sunflower. Come and snuggle with me." Hobie lay on his boyfriend's bed.

"That don't count, bae. I was busy cleaning up your mess." He snorted at that, "Anyway, let me finish my work."

Hobie frowns, "My mess? I told you I would clean it."

"And did you? No, I have to. I had to stop working on my painting and clean up your mess. When you have the plate right here." Miles inhale sharply trying to calm himself down.

"Whoa. Whoa! No need to snap at me, Miles." Hobie sat up, "You could've left it alone. I know, how to clean up. Don't treat me like a sprog, luv."

"Well, sometimes you act like one." Miles mutters lowly going back to his painting.

"What?" Hobie didn't hear him but he knows it was an insult. "What did you say?"

"Nothing." Miles said.

The Punker didn't like this, his Sunflower is upset with him for no reason. Now, he's getting the silent treatment. Oh hell no! He went over to roughly turned the chair his Miles sitting on. This caused Miles' pen to draw across the paper making him gasp out loud.

The sketch is ruined with a huge inky line. "HOBIE! Look what you did!"

"You can always draw another one!"

Miles scowls at him, "No, this was a good sketch! I was in the zone!"

"You're blimey snapping at me! Talk to me, why are you this pissed off." Hobie asked, "This should be more important!"

"More important? Hobie, my work is important too! Ugh, it doesn't matter," He crosses his arms muttering the rest, "You don't care..."

Furrow lines forms on Hobie's eyebrows, his mouth in contempt. He looks hurt, "I don't care? I don't care!" He repeated almost shouting.

This made his boyfriend winced at his boyfriend's outburst. "Hobie, I-" Hobie snaps at him, "No, you stay quiet and I talk, Miles. You been snappy and act like I'm unwanted here. If I didn't care, I wouldn't visited you- Excuse me for bloody giving a damn after we haven't seen each other over three weeks!"

Miles stood quiet with huff. "Well? What you got to say about that, huh? I haven't seen you and thought since you were done with mid-terms, I can see you!" His voice in a stern voice.

Miles said nothing, being frustrated. "Giving me the silent treatment? For nothing? Wow. Just wow." Hobie scowls. "Look, I know when i deserve the silent treatment and this is bollocks!" His shouting was loud enough to wake up Billie.

Then the baby monitor rings with Billie's cries.

"I'm not giving you the silent treatment. I'm finding the right words, before it sounds all wrong! But fine, think like that." He crosses his arms being upset, "I'ma go check on Billie!" He huffs.

Miles cursed himself, he didn't want to get mad at his boyfriend or say rude shit. It's just- why now? When he wanted alone time? There was times when his Hobie went to concerts and miss their date night, so why is this so different?

The teenager went to check on his baby sister being wide awake in tears. "Awe, what's wrong bebé?" He cooed at her, then felt the room cold. "Ohh, it's cold in here." He swore he turned on the heater.

Billie's hands reaches out for her big brother, "WAHHHH!"

"I'm here." Miles quickly pick her up, "Ohh, you're cold, Boo-Boo!" He got the baby wrap to have her close to his warm chest. She snuggles against his warmth still sniffing, "Shh, I'm here." He went to the heater on the wall, he put the temperature high but nothing came out. "Oh shit." He panics with worried, his baby sister was freezing in her room because the heater is broken.

"Let's get you out of here, Boo-boo." He quickly got out of the room, he bites his bottom lips. Was he this selfish? He didn't noticed the heater wasn't on, he did noticed the room cold, but-but-

What if he didn't go to her room? What if she didn't cry? He only went to go to her because she cried, maybe she woke up because she heard him and Hobie arguing. If Hobie wasn't around, maybe- Oh god, he didn't want to think about that.

Tears dripped down his eyes, he ran to his boyfriend, "Hobie! Hobie!" His voice cracks filled with tears.

The punker's anger washed away when he heard panic in his Sunflower's voice. "Luv, what's wrong? Billie is alright?" He quickly went over to find his boyfriend running into his arms.

"The heater! It's-It's broke in her room- she's cold. Freezing! I'm scared. What if- What if-" He cries holding his baby sister, "I was supposed to be watching her! I didn't because-because I thought she would be fine!"

Hobie touches Billie, she cold but not freezing. "Luv, calm down. Calm down. You're frightening her." Billie started to cry again feeling her brother's panic. "Shh, calm down. She's fine. She just needs to be warm. Look lets lay on the bed and snuggle, wrap this quilt. She'll be warm soon."

"But-But- If you didn't come over, she would've froze to death and-and- I'm a horrible brother. I'm a horrible person. I'm a bad boyfriend! I suck," Miles cries out loud, "I'm so sorry, Hobie. I'm sorry. I was being selfish and-and-" Hobie hugs him, "Shh, luv. It's alright. You're not a terrible person. Get that outta yer head. Let's go to the bed."

Miles nodded still sniffing as he comforts his baby sister. Hobie wipes his tears then kiss him, "I love you, no matter what, okay?" Kissing his lips again.

"Mmhhmm," His Sunflower sniffles, "I love you, too." The two lay on the bed together, Billie snuggles against her brother quickly falling asleep. Miles stares down at his baby sister, she's so calm.

Hobie gently touch her forehead, "She's normal temp." The punker had the quilt on them after he removed his heavy boots.

Miles lay on his punker's shoulder, "I'm sorry I was such an ass, baby. I..." He bites his bottom lip.

"You know, you can talk to me about anything, luv." Hobie lift his chine up to stare in his eyes.

"I-" He gave a long exhale then softly said, "Today I was planning on just working on my artwork. I was so excited to finally work on my skills since I haven't been drawing for these few months, because of Spider-man, school... us."

Hobie nodded in silence. "I was happy being in my own little world, but you came and I was surprised. Because I wanted to be alone and draw. Maybe that's why I was such a jerk. I'm so sorry Hobie, I didn't mean to be one. I didn't even think about us not seeing each other for three weeks. I should've known you miss me. I should've known! I'm a horrib-" Hobie places his index finger on his Sunflower's pouty lips, "Shh, I get it. I should've been more considerate. You're not horrible, luv. I know, you had artist block for a while. I got too excited to be with you. It's exhausting being busy all the damn time. I like being alone from time to time." He still looks upset.

Miles moves closer, "Hobie, I love you with all my heart, your mi amor. I know I should be more vocal about this stuff but it's hard for me. I do love having you around. I shouldn't have it got to me. You didn't deserve it."

"Luv, this is not your fault. So what we argued? I know you're sorry and love me." He sighs, "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I just hate the silent treatment."

"Only when you don't deserve it?"

"Now, that's an argument for another time." Hobie let his long arms wraps his beloved's waist, his lips kissing Miles' neck. "Mm, gimme me another kiss then I'll forgive you."

Miles giggles, then kisses him. Hobie being a sneaky fellow, snuck in some tongue. "Mmm, Hobie." Miles gasps.

"I didn't say what type of kiss." He playfully stick his tongue out showing off his tongue piercing.

"Oh yeah," Miles went for another kiss this time he bites down his punker's bottom lip, then slowly pulls it then licks it. "How about that?"

Hobie turns pink, he lowly said in a lustful tone, "Your lucky your sister is here or else I would've pounce on you, luv."

"Hmm, awe, too bad, pookie." Miles' sweater fell off his shoulder, which left his shirt to show a bit of his shoulder, "I probably would've let you."

"Damn, you're a cheeky one, Sunflower." He huffs, "Maybe I shouldn't forgive you."

"Nuuuuh, mi amor! You already said it so too late." Miles rested his head on his boyfriend's chest.

"Cute, luv." Hobie gave him a sincere smile, "You know, I can hold on Billie bloo and you can finish painting."

"Nahh, I'm fine being here with you, my Hobie." Miles said, feeling his sister's warm body on his chest.

"Well, you can bring your little sketchbook and I'll hold her."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, hand her here." Hobie took Billie in his arms, "I like watching you draw, Sunflower."

"Okay!" Miles happily went to get a pencil and small sketchbook, "I've been practicing on hands." He flips through his sketches. The two would snuggle together, while Billie sleep in Hobie's arms. Hobie watches his Sunflower draw hands with expressive movements.

"Beautiful work, luv." Hobie kisses Miles' revealing shoulder, "Always a wonderful artist."

"OH yeah? Are you sure you're not buttering me up so I can sleep you with?" Miles teased.

"Luv, I would never, but tomorrow I'm free and you can come by." He wiggle his eyebrows.

Miles giggles, "Okay, I'll come by." He kisses his boyfriend's feeling those soft lips, "Mmm, my Hobie." He rest his head in his Hobie's chest again feeling happy.

"My Sunflower." Hobie hums with joy.

[mockingbirdshymn]

giving camp camp characters favorite foods

preston: french toast and bagels with cream cheese. he really likes blueberry bagels and blueberry muffins. he's a breakfast food kinda guy

harrison: bannana bread!!!! he really seems like a bananna bread guy. and a hot dog guy too, he definitely loves hot dogs

nerris: pizza. only cheese pizza, though, she doesn't like pepperoni. their dad always orders one during long dnd sessions that take up most of the evening. she likes dominos especially because their dad orders the cookie brownies too when they get dominos

max: smiley french fries. he also likes to press them down in a pile of ketchup to make the ketchup ooze out of their eye and mouth holes like blood. (im hoping that was a universal kid thing and that i wasnt just weird as fuck)

nikki: pb&j uncrustables!! she likes normal pb&js the same, though. she only eats them with either strawberry or blackberry jam

neil: lunchables. despite how hes well aware how unhealthy they are, he likes the fact theyre compact and he can take them anywhere with ease

space kid: his mother's chocolate chip cookies and dinosaur egg oatmeal (the kind where the egg melts over time in the oatmeal to reveal a colored dino inside)

dolph: shaped mac & cheese (ie. dino mac n' cheese, spongebob mac, etc.) he won't eat the normal macaroni (he only uses it for macaroni art)

ered: oreos, specifically the weird oreo flavors or double stuffed, and sonic drive thru

nurf: dinosaur nuggets but only the soggy ones you get at lunch at your shitty school that are soaked in like corn juice or some shit because i dont like nurf

david: sandwiches! lettuce, tomato, turkey, ham, mayo, onion, he has it all. he packs one every day for max to bring to school. max doesnt like them but he pretends to so that david feels happy

gwen: sushi!! she seems like a sushi lover. she probably eats a lot of cups of noodles

cameron campbell: his mother's oatmeal raisin cookies

bonus:

space kid has an uncanny resistance to spice. kids at camp started to feed him spicy stuff but he never seemed to react.

harrison once sobbed as a kid bc he ate deer and got upset because deer are cute and he ate one without knowing it was a deer :(

nikki always gives her leftovers to the pigeons in the city she lives near whenever she eats there. even if she doesnt have any, she makes sure to give some to the city birds. pigeons never forget a face, and they follow nikki whenever shes in the city. shes started bringing crumbs and food in her pockets to scatter behind her whenever they show up.

[slayerlevampire]

I was thinking about this story again and I felt like it could be shared with Tumblr

Sorry for any mutuals I have that know me that I've already told the story to before lmao

So I work at a restaurant, and I've worked here for two years. Fast food blah blah food service ew.

About a year ago by this point, give or take like a month or two idk exactly when, this man came in and ordered a sandwich. Every time someone orders this sandwich I must recite the Script as they order. "That comes with onion, mushrooms, bell peppers, mayo, lettuce, tomato, and pickles. Is that okay or is there anything you want to take off?" (Edited for other sandwiches but regardless, that was the script for the one he was ordering.)

Every. Single. Order. Because no one can read the board with all this stuff and we can't exactly afford to remake every other sandwich because people don't tell us what they don't want on it.

This man orders the sandwich, I say the thing, he asks for no tomatoes. I put that in the system. I repeat the order back to him. He confirms, he pays, there we go.

Now, we have a problem of being constantly short staffed, so after taking this order I also had to scurry to the kitchen and cook it myself. I made it exactly as he asked for it because, again, I took the order myself. Then after it's done, I bring it out to him, say have a good day, blah blah blah

Now, for context, these sandwiches are served open. You might not be able to see the cooked vegetables under the cheese that's melted on the meat, and you might not catch the mayo under the lettuce! However, the lettuce, tomato, and pickle are aaaaall right on top when you open the box. In plain sight. At the very very top is the pickles themselves. Literally no way you can miss it unless you're purposely opening the box and picking up the sandwich half with your eyes firmly shut.

So someone please, enlighten me as to why this guy comes back ten minutes later, a bite out of the sandwich, and says, "I need a refund, I'm allergic to cucumber."

Now, I am so stunned by this sudden information and seeing the bite, that I just go and give it to him instead if asking if he wants it remade or something like I usually might when a mistake happens, and he leaves. No scene to be made, which would have been fair enough in retrospect maybe, but ya know. Whatever.

Then it dawns on me that, no way, that guy did not actually ask for no pickle! That is not my fault. And again, the script mentions the pickles, and there's two different signs with the toppings mentioned and both display pickles!! So what the fuck, dude, do you not care enough about your own allergy to make sure there's no pickles on your food?? On a sandwich, no less, where pickles are most prominent?? Bruh. And he TOOK. A BITE. WHEN THE PICKLES. WERE ON TOP. OF THE FOOD. Like c'mon man. Even if I fucked it up that bad, you can blantantly see the thing you're allergic to right on top of the sandwich.

So I don't know what others can get out of this experience of mine, but it's something I think about every few months randomly at my job.

[castletown-cafe]

Castletown Café Episode 25: Darkburger

This recipe has been a long time coming. A whole year, in fact. I didn’t get around to it last summer, but this summer, it’s finally here. Lots of work went into these as both the buns AND patties were made from scratch, meaning this is another double recipe episode!

Although the Darkburger is, according to Ralsei, a little on the burnt side, these vegetarian burgers are a different kind of dark. Black beans are an essential ingredient to these flavorful patties, and squid ink is used to make the buns pitch black.

Using squid ink to dye food black is not that unheard of in many parts of the world, from Japan to the Mediterranean. I knew from the get-go that I wanted to try this out to make these burgers look like they came from the Dark World.

The ink doesn’t really change the flavors of the buns much, although it may give them a slight umami taste. I didn’t find it all that noticeable, however, especially when combined with the burger’s fillings: the black bean burger patty, the creamy Kewpie mayonnaise, the crunchy lettuce, juicy tomato and the sharpness of the Swiss cheese.

Since I ventured into new territory with burger buns and black bean burgers, both things I’d never made before prior to making this episode, the recipes are not mine at all and I take no credit, even if I did take liberties with Sally’s Baking Addiction’s black bean burger recipe (I omitted the Worcestershire and feta cheese, while adding jalapeno, a little ground cayenne pepper, and a tablespoon of Kewpie mayonnaise).

Now I just mentioned Kewpie mayo twice. It’s my favorite mayonnaise brand. This Japanese mayo comes in a squeezable bottle and uses only the egg yolks as opposed to the whole egg. It’s so flavorful! It may not be easy to find at your local grocery store, however, so you may have to go online for it, or look for it at an import store.

I even found a recipe for squid ink burger buns, and I’m glad I did, because it wouldn’t have been fun or easy to figure that out myself! Baking is an exact science and requires every measurement, technique, and ingredient to be just right! One mistake and the whole thing can come out wrong. Especially with yeast!

Fill these burgers up with whatever condiments you like. Ketchup? Mustard? Pickle? Onion? Go wild. Personally, I’ll only take onion if it’s caramelized or pickled...anyway, my fillings of choice will be featured here in this recipe, but you add what you prefer!

What I did was make the black bean burger patties first, then stored a couple in the refrigerator while freezing the others. The next day, I made the buns, and froze most of them. This way I can always thaw some buns and patties whenever I feel like fixing one for dinner! And also because I wasn’t making them for a party.

When it’s time to fix em, I just reheat the patties over the stove, or even in the microwave. It’s amazing how well they take in the microwave...because the beans are dry, they don’t explode!

DARKBURGER BUNS

Based on: Squid Ink Burger Buns by Alpha Foodie*

1/2 cup warm milk

3/4 cup warm water

1 tablespoon squid ink

2 tablespoons sugar

1 & 1/2 teaspoons active dry yeast

3 cups bread flour

1 & 1/2 tsp salt

2 eggs

100 grams softened butter (a little over 7 tablespoons)

Sesame seeds, for topping

*This recipe also called for 1 & 1/2 tsp star anise powder, but I omitted that.

Heat up the milk and water until warm, but not too hot. If it hurts a little to touch, that’s too hot. Combine your milk and water in a bowl and add the sugar, squid ink, and yeast. Give it 10 minutes to bubble and ferment. It’s fun to watch!

Combine the flour and salt in a large mixing bowl, then add in ONE of the eggs plus the squid ink mixture, and keep mixing until a dough begins to form.

Stir in the butter, a little at a time, until fully incorporated. Your black dough will now be slightly glossy.

Grease another large mixing bowl with softened butter and place your black dough in it. Cover with a tea towel or cheesecloth and set aside in a warm place for about an hour and a half.

Once your dough has finished proofing, divide it up into 8 to 12 balls. It’s recommended to weigh them with a kitchen scale to get a desired weight to keep them all the same size. I divided them into 8 balls and ended up with humongous buns - but unfortunately I didn’t write down the weight and so I don’t remember what the weight was....I suggest about 100 grams, though.

Place these balls on a parchment-paper covered baking sheet and cover again, leaving them for another 30 minutes.

Preheat your oven to about 392 degrees Fahrenheit or 200 degrees Celsius (my oven is colder by a few degrees so I rounded up to 400 degrees F), and beat the remaining egg with some water. Brush the egg wash over each bun so it’ll be nice and glossy, then top with sesame seeds.

Bake for about 15 minutes, depending on the size of the buns. While you won’t be able to see any browning as they’re pitch black, it’s a good idea to check anywhere after 10 or 12 minutes have passed.

Once the buns have coole, place in the freezer for later use, or enjoy right away. These don’t have a long shelf life, but the freezer preserves them well, and they should thaw just fine.

DARKBURGER PATTIES:

Based on: Sally’s Baking Addiction’s Black Bean Burgers*

*I made a few slight modifications from the original recipe!

2 cans canned black beans, oven-dried

3 cloves garlic, minced

1/2 yellow onion diced

1/2 to 3/4 bell pepper, diced and finely chopped

1 jalapeño, minced

1 & 1/2 tsp cumin

1 tsp chili powder

1/4 tsp paprika

1/4 tsp cayenne pepper

2 eggs

1/2 cup panko

1 tbsp Kewpie mayonnaise

1 tbsp barbeque sauce

1/2 tbsp ketchup

1 heaping spoonful flour

Salt and pepper, to taste

Preheat oven to 325 degrees Fahrenheit, open cans of black beans and drain (easiest by pouring the beans into a spaghetti strainer). Spread on a baking sheet. Bake for 15 minutes or until dry. Let cool.

Chop garlic, onion, pepper, and jalapeño. Sautee in some olive oil over medium heat until soft, about 6-7 minutes. Let cool.

With paper towels, blot out excess moisture and oil from the veggies. Add veggies, spices, condiments, panko and eggs, stir to combine. Mix in the black beans, mashing with a potato masher but not thoroughly smashing EVERY bean. Stir in flour.

Form patties using 1/3 cup of mixture on a parchment-paper lined baking sheet and bake at 375 degrees F for 20 minutes: 10 minutes on one side, flip burgers, and bake for another 10. Serve, refrigerate, or freeze once done.

DARKBURGERS:

Squid ink burger buns

Black bean burger patty

Iceberg lettuce, washed and dried

Thinly sliced Roma tomato

Pre-sliced Swiss cheese

Kewpie mayonnaise

Ketchup

Heat up black bean patties however you’d like. For the stove I recommend medium heat, with a touch of olive oil for moisture. Trap in heat by placing a lid over your pan, which will assist in the re-heating process. I suggest giving it at least 10 minutes. Give it another 5 if it’s still not hot enough! At the last minute, top your patties with the cheese to get it nice and melty.

Slice bun in half horizontally. Spread insides with a mixture of ketchup and Kewpie mayonnaise. Place the patty with melted cheese on the bottom bun and top with lettuce and tomato.

Top with the top bun and enjoy!

Sources: 

Samira, Alphafoodie, “Natural Squid Ink Black Burger Buns - Alphafoodie”. Link: https://www.alphafoodie.com/natural-squid-ink-black-burger-buns/

McKenney, Sally, Sally’s Baking Addiction, “The Best Black Bean Burgers I’ve Ever Had - Sally’s Baking Addiction”. Link: https://sallysbakingaddiction.com/best-black-bean-burgers/

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Well this fandom doesn’t exactly fit the profile for asking, but do you have any opinions on the favorite burger and toppings of Jamie, Keeley, and Roy?

What fandoms do fit the profile, nonny? I'm genuinely curious!

Disclaimer: I know fuck all about burger culture and trends in the UK, so if this seems odd, bear in mind it's written in a Swedish context.

Roy likes to keep it simple most of the time, allowing the produce to properly shine. Beef, cheese, tiny bit of mayo, tiny bit of ketchup - maybe some onion and pickles if he's in the right mood. Everything needs to be really good quality, though: the patty should be juicy and not too lean, bursting with flavour, probably a bit pink in the center and with the outside Maillard reacted to meat taste heaven. Sometimes he might lean into truffle mayo and roasted onions as well, really giving it up for the extravagent richness of it. (And sometimes he just wants something cheap and greasy and saggy from the nearest shop, sad lettuce and pale tomatoes and a classic hamburger dressing on a horrible ready-made patty in a boring bun, 'cause Nostalgia.)

Keeley usually goes for chicken; breaded, with a lovely, rich, punchy parmesan dressing, diced tomatoes, and mixed leaves with roasted garlic and fresh herbs. However, when she's drunk she just wants a classic and lots of it: double meat, so much cheese and dressing. The particulars of it matters less, as long as it's A LOT. (She always removes any pickles, though.)

Jamie, when he can indulge, often chooses beef, topped with bacon, mayo, BBQ sauce, onion rings, pickled jalapeños, and cheese. A little over the top, messy, spicy, and sweet. He is the most experimental of them, and the one most likely to try new and seemingly weird combinations and specials. (When the above burger - minus the mayo and onion rings - is served in a donut he is ALL over it.) Roy scoffs, but usually finds himself goaded into trying a bite, and sometimes it's even good.

[talldecafcappuccino]

Top 5 sandwiches you’ve eaten (can be the actual sandwich or the experience surrounding the sandwich)

I thought this would be hard but then I was on a long drive this afternoon and immediately thought of five favorite sandwiches 😂

An Earl of Sandwich I got in Vegas my senior (?) year of college. I ate half for dinner and put the other half in the fridge for later. Finding it waiting for me at 3am is still one of the happiest moments of my life 😂 It was the perfect drunk sandwich and I dream of it often.

The turkey sandwich at my college’s cafe. It came on a square ciabatta roll with turkey, swiss cheese, cranberry sauce, romaine lettuce, mayo, and a slice of tomato (?). I ordered it hot maybe…three times a week? For an entire year? Never got tired of it. I just moved off campus and lost access.

The jambon-beurre I got every day in Paris (I was only there three days, but still). A fresh crusty baguette with thinly sliced ham and butter. It just might be the perfect sandwich.

Dutch crunch bread sandwiches!! I recently learned this is a regional bread and not everyone knows about Dutch crunch?? Absolutely blew my mind. I usually get it with a turkey sandwich.

A French dip sandwich from a random brewery in Cincinnati, Ohio this past December. We’d just flown in and had a three hour time difference so I wasn’t hungry for dinner, but I knew I would be so I ordered a French dip sandwich to go. I’m not really a French dip person, but I smelled someone else’s and was like “I have to have this.” Reader, it did not disappoint. It had thick, juicy cuts of meat and caramelized onions and when I ate it in my hotel I almost cried it was so good.

[burgerdudes]

🍔 Updated review ━ 📍 Omnipollos Kyrka ★★★☆☆ • The Swedish microbrewery Omnipollo opened their beer church Omnipollos Kyrka in the autumn of 2021 when they took over Sundbybergs Köksbryggeri’s old brewery. It didn’t take long for us to pay them a visit to try their excellent beers and smash burgers, and the result was decent with a lot of room for improvement. After a bit more than a year it was time to try them again to see how much had happened since last time. Their menu consisted of three regular burgers plus a monthly creation, costing 135 SEK (13 USD) each. So we ordered one of each standard burger, which all came with double patties; a Cheeseburger with cheddar, onions, pickles, ketchup and mustard, a BLT with cheddar, bacon, lettuce, tomato and mayo plus a Hot Pepper with cheddar, jalapeños and cream cheese. We also ordered some french fries for 40 SEK (4 USD). • During our previous visit our burgers were very flattened, and they were pretty squashed this time around as well, despite them switching to a but with a bit more bounce. Despite its appearance, the bun tasted nice and held together well throughout our meal. The crust on the patties was excellent, but it was a bit dry and could have done with more salt and pepper. The bacon in our BLT was well-cooked with a great consistency, and that burger tasted great apart from the thick tomato slice. Overall, all of our burgers could have tasted a bit more, and our Cheeseburger was the burger with the best balance of the three. Our well-cooked french fries were crispy and tasty, and definitely worth their price. • We really like Omnipollos Kyrka’s interesting building, cool interiors and the full view into the brewery. And we really hope that they step up their burger game, because if they just prioritised their food as their drink they could be serving something truly special, instead of something that’s still just decent. ━ @omnipolloschurch #burger #burgerdudes #stockholm (at Omnipollos kyrka) https://www.instagram.com/p/Col_G4zjysQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[rbelle310]

A burger holder seems like a gag gift, but the weird plastic doohicky is the gift Kiyoomi buys Atsumu for his birthday because for as long as he's known Atsumu, the setter has never been able to eat a burger without it falling apart.

It's absolutely baffling to Kiyoomi: Atsumu is a man who displays so much dexterity and finesse with his (very beautiful) hands. His brother owns a damned onigiri store. How different could they be to eat neatly?

"It's so different Omi!" protests Atsumu with his mouth still half-full of burger (Kiyoomi very very briefly reconsiders his love).

He's halfway through his All-In Megastack and the paper lining on the tray is already littered with bits of lettuce, a half-bitten slice of tomato, and the tragic tail end of a piece of bacon.

Atsumu swallows and takes another big bite, dislodging a bit of onion that now dangles precariously from the tenuous grip of smashed beef patty and toasted potato bun.

Kiyoomi nibbles on a fry with pepper mayo while waiting for him to elaborate.

"An onig-" Atsumu starts, pauses to swallow again and take a sip of soda before continuing, "Samu's onigiri is perfectly shaped, an' y'know the rice is lightly kneaded to hold together with the fillin'. A burger's just..."

He gestures vaguely and the unfortunate onion (now nicknamed Mufasa) plunges to its untimely demise.

"A burger's just stacked. Mebbe it's got some cheese an' stuff to hold it together, but it ain't properly compacted."

"Sounds like what you really need is a sandwich press." huffs Kiyoomi amusedly, "But I've seen your paninis fall apart at lunch too. Why don't you just use the holder I got you?"

"Awww Omi~~ I can't carry it with me everywhere! It's not like I plan for burgers!"

"I suppose not." Kiyoomi relents.

Today was one such example after all. They were supposed to have conveyor belt sushi but the queue was too long for their voracious athlete appetites.

He finishes his fries and Atsumu wolfs down the rest of his now All-Out Megadebris meal.

"Gochisousama~" Atsumu intones, lilting Kansai-ben making the customary words all the more adorable to Kiyoomi's ears.

The love of his life is a walking mass of contradictions. He handles the ball with such grace, but grips his burgers with a hamfist.

He sometimes says the silliest things even in front of the press, but he's conscientious enough to say the customary words of appreciation to the line cook who will never hear it.

He'll put aside time every night to moisturise and manicure his hands to keep them in perfect condition, but here he is carelessly brushing sesame seeds and sauce off his fingers with a crumpled and over-used serviette.

Atsumu is baffling, yet endearing, he fills Kiyoomi with no small amount of consternation, but also causes his heart to swell with vast amounts of affection.

"Here, your fingers are going to be sticky." Kiyoomi chides softly, pulling a pack of wet wipes from his pocket.

He takes those messy hands in his own clean ones and carefully wipes each finger down, even rubbing under the nails. And once Atsumu's hands are sauce-free and pristinely smooth, Kiyoomi presses a kiss against a knuckle.

Thanks to the wipes, his boyfriend's skin smells like sweet muskmelon and aloe instead of fast food, so Kiyoomi is content to let his lips linger a little longer, maybe brush more than once against other parts of Atsumu's hands as he murmurs, "There, all clean."

"T-thanks Omi." Atsumu squeaks, face as red as the half-eaten tomato on the tray.

He's so hot and yet so damn adorable at the same time. Kiyoomi tightens his grip ever so slightly and gives a teasing smile that promises more than wet wipes and kisses when they get home.

Atsumu only grows redder at the provocation, squirming in his seat. Cute.

So, maybe Kiyoomi was just a teensy bit annoyed at his gift going to waste. But if he were really honest with himself, maybe the messy burgers weren't really such a bad thing if he could still make Atsumu blush like that with just wet wipes and a smile.

[bluepoodle7]

#Wendys #WendysBoo!BagMeal#DavesSingleBurger #SmallFries #AdultKidsMeal#GlowInTheDarkFigure#CouponBook#Wendy'sChocolateFrosty#FlavoredFrostyDessert#FastFoodDessertReview

I tried the Wendy's Chocolate Frosty small size and it was pretty good.

This frosty was smooth and creamy while also having a light chocolate taste to it but doesn't taste artificial tasting to me.

This tasted like a light Hershey's chocolate milkshake to me.

This was lightly sweet but not overly sweet to me.

I'm only reviewing the frosty and the toy.

I reviewed the Spongebob burger which is just a Dave's double but had thousand island sauce on it and same with the fries but I will put how much the burger and fries weighed.

The Dave's single I got didn't have cheese on it.

The onions, tomatoes, and lettuce tasted fresh while also crunchy in texture.

The ketchup and mayo were creamy and the ketchup had a light tomato taste.

The beef was firm and soft in texture with a light beef taste but I miss the American cheese on this burger since that would have tied the flavors together.

I would eat this again but with cheese.

The Dave's Single weighed 204 g and the small fries weighed 112 g.

My chocolate frosty weighed 5.9 fl oz.

I really like the bag this food came in and it is pleasing to the eyes but I wish that Wendy's made a new burger that had muenster cheese or have a ghost pepper bun with sauce to match but that would have to make company have effort.

This meal came with a glow in the dark figure and a coupon book for a small frosty.

The last time I remember Wendy's having a glow in the dark toy it was for the 90's glo ahead toy line and I have all four toys but I only need to find that weird skull one with wheels but I do have the fake goop glasses, the suction cup monster, and the conjoined boy with girl figure.

I always like glow in the dark kids meal toys since those are my favorite types of toys with the kids meal toys next to the cheap LCD beeping video game like toys.

I got the normal glow in the dark frosty toy but I want to get the all white X-ray version of this figure later.

This figure is 4 inches from the top of the head to the foot.

The Glo Ahead glow in the dark toys from 90s still hold up their glowing effect but get yellowed in the process and are soft plastic.

While the glow in the dark frost figure is hard plastic and glows a little bit but not as strong as the 90s Glo Ahead toys.

Images not mine but link is there.

Wendy's 1993 - Glo Ahead - Lot of 4 Different MIP | eBay

This was for the 2024 Halloween seasonal deal that started at October 21, 2024 and ends when Wendy's runs out by people reselling the figures.

I would eat this again.

The calories for the meal.