#POTATO SOUP MY LITERAL BELOVED

[catholicjinx]

I just saw a potato soup thirst trap and it made me think of you

somany people are thinkign of me tonight. that is me. btw.

#POTATO SOUP MY LITERAL BELOVED #augh. ive had no appetite for days but potato soup sounds fucking Glorious rn #asks #ezra 🪦

[andypantsx3]

Okay I got self conscious about being annoying on the dash so I put everything into a megapost lol. Thank you guys so so so much for everything, it means the world to me. ❤️❤️

@strawberrystepmom Ahhh Kendall, thank you!!! I did have a very wonderful day and got to see some of the people I love most (and will get to see more this weekend)! I hope you also had a very good day too!! Thank you for being so nice to me always!!! 🥺

@tiphandoms Tippy my angel!!! I always have a great day when I see you in my inbox. 🥺❤️ Thank you for always being so wonderful and kind to me. I love you so much, thank you for making tumblr a safe and supportive and welcoming place, you are such a bright spot for me.

My dear anon, I did!! Thank you for making my day a special one. I mostly wish for soup and I know I will be having that soon lmao, so thank you for helping me manifest this. Sending you all of my love!!!!!

@missrosegold Omg a Prince Shouto for my birthday!!!! THANK YOU!!!! I love him so much lmao, this made my whole day and I was smiling like an idiot on the bus when I opened your message yesterday!! Thank you, sending you bunches of my love. ❤️

@suguwu Beeeeeee hi!!!!! Tragically I did not get my soup but I will be having some today. I did have an absolutely fantastic day though and cheesed a little when I saw you in my inbox lmao. I hope you had an excellent day too, I love u (and ur god of the hunt Nai) so much lol.

@nancy-reads Hi Nancy!!! I'm honored that you sent me an ask. 🥺🥺🥺 And even more honored that you like my fics so much. I can't tell you how much that means to me. I promise to have an excellent year if you promise the same too!!! I hope 2024 is your best year ever!!

@ghostbeam Oz my beloved!!! Thank you so much!!!!! And thank you for how kind you have been to me, especially this past year. You are one of the people I have followed and loved the longest in this fandom, sending you all of my love right back!!!

@mydiluc Gray!!! Thank you so much!!!! I gasped a little to see you in my inbox because I think you're so cool even if I haven't interacted enough. Sending you my best vibes!!!

THONK U MY BELOVED!!!! This made me laugh lmao, I hope you are having a great day!!

@itoshisoup Lmao Mao you are so good to me!! Thank you for letting me be a little shit in your DMs sometimes and still thinking well of me lol. You are one of the people I respect most in this fandom as a person and as a creative ksjdhskfhk so this means so much to me!!! Love u ❤️❤️❤️

@birinboom Birin my angel!!! Thank you so much!!! I hope my next year will be just as amazing as you are, then I will be a very happy girlie for sure lmao. Thank you for always being one of the nicest people on earth; I hope you had an excellent day too!!!

@namodawrites Moda!!! Thank you so much, and thank you for all that you do!!! You are so fun and so sweet and such a talented writer and I count myself very very lucky to know you. I hope you have the best day ever too. 🥺❤️

@pastelle-rabbit Amira my a-miracle!!! Literally right back at you, thank you for how unbelievably nice you have been to me (when I didn't even see ur art for 6 months... I will never live this down...) and how much you do to make this community just as fun and warm and welcoming as you are.

@milosmantis Omg no, thank you so much!!! I am very very happy with any amount of interaction, I promise!!! Hehehe I care you too. Thank you for being so good to me, it means the entire world to me!!!!! ❤️❤️

@shotorus-interact Selly my sweet potato!!! I think exactly the same about you, and even more than that, I am so regularly inspired and grateful to you for all that you do to make this fandom fun and keep everyone connected. I want to be even more like you this year. Thank you so much for everything!!!!

@acerathia Ru my sunshine!!! I promise to always be filled with delicious food lmao, and I hope you are too!! You are so appreciated by me, and I hope this year is just as wonderful as you are. Thank you for being so steadfast and bone-deep good. Sending you big love. 🥺❤️

@breadtp Bread!!! Ahhhh thank you so much!!! I am so very honored, and I am so so happy you like it. I have the time of my life on here and I am immeasurably grateful for how kind this is. Sending you all of my best vibes. ❤️✨

@princess-okkotsu Aleks!!!! I'm so happy you're still speaking to me after I made you look at that screenshot yesterday lmaooooo. Thank you so so so much!!! You always keep tumblr such a fun and interesting place and I am very happy to know you. 🥺💞

My sweet anon, you are never too late!!!! Thank you so much!! Yesterday was excellent and I have no doubt today will be as well, especially when you've started me out with such positive energy. Beaming all that right back at you too!!

@meggsngrits Meg my starshine!!!! My Capricorn in arms!!! There is no need to apologize, this whole season is ours 😎 lmao. I had a wonderful day and I'm having another wonderful one now that you are here!! Thank you for being the literal nicest person on earth, you have made me so happy this past year and I hope I can give even a fraction of that back to you this year!!

@ashguk-blog Ahhh thank you so much!!! It was yesterday but I am having just as good of a day today too!!!! This means so much to me, thank you for being so sweet and wonderful. 💕

@thoreeo Hello my angel!!!! Your ask is literally giving me the zoomies lmao thank you so much. I am so deeply honored and very very touched. You have always been so nice to me and I am eternally grateful to you. (Also we should talk!!!! I am not very interesting so you will have to do all the heavy lifting lmao, but I think you are so kind and I would always love to chat). ❤️❤️

@stellamancer Niku my sunflower!!! It was an excellent day, thank you for manifesting this for meeeee. Likewise I think you are also one of the best people on this app and I am soooo happy to have spent another year in your company. I have especially admired you for how you've handled yourself in some tough situations this year and I hope to conduct myself with even half of your grace. ❤️❤️

@threadbaresweater Lin my beloved!!!! Thank you so much!!! I think of you as like, my cool older sister lmao and I'm always so happy to see you on the dash. You radiate such positivity and understanding and I don't think my tumblr dash would be half as welcoming without you. Thank you so much for letting me bask in your light. 🥺❤️

@mangostarjam OMG FUJI I LOVE HIM!!! Lmaoooo his puffy lil cheekies oh I think I will have to eat him up instead of the soup lmao. You're so funny and so sweet and this literally made my week. I hope you also have a year that is just as bright and good and amazing as you have always been to me!!!!

@zanykingmentality Roma!!!!! This means everything to me, thank you so much!!!! This year I hope to make things that live up to your praise, and to be just as kind as you are. I hope you also have an amazing day, thank you for everything!!! 🥺💕

#ask andie #happy bird day

[tastesoftamriel]

You've mentioned food enjoyed by young children, so let's go the opposite route; what are some foods from across Tamriel that are infamous for being Old People Food?

Ah, of course. There's always that food that inexplicably only old people like. I'm never here to knock anyone's favourite foods though, so here's a showcase of some of Tamriel's dishes most beloved by its aged population.

Altmer

Heron liver pâté is, in my opinion, the least palatable Altmeri food there is. Mushy yet inexplicably chewy, this pâté has a distinctly muddy smell and texture that old Mer seem to love. If you've still got teeth, it's common to dip grissini and crudités into the pâté, but if not, the pet food texture is fine to eat with a spoon.

Argonians

Older Argonians love their papaya! It's good for the health, and...bowels, especially? This mighty fruit is often pounded into a pulp with fresh turmeric root and scuttlebloom nectar, a bit like a very thick juice, and the mixture is happily inhaled by the geriatrics throughout Black Marsh. I love papaya, but not so much when it's served this way.

Bosmer

Timber mammoth milk soup is very much an old Mer dish in Valenwood. Simply put, it's just a bunch of meaty ingredients boiled until they fall apart in a soup base made from salty timber mammoth milk. The dish is definitely an acquired taste, from the slightly slimy yet frothy texture to the practically liquid meat bits.

Bretons

Master confectioners in High Rock are always in the business of pumping out sweets that almost nobody eats, bar the older population. Whether it's violet sweets, liquorice drops, musk sticks, or butter mints, for some reason, every Breton over the age of 60 develops an inexplicable craving for these sweets. I think I'll stick to lemon sherbets, personally.

Dunmer

I know that I talk about saltrice porridge a lot, but saltrice congee infused with ginseng and gingko nuts are right up there in terms of ancient Dunmer food. Add some pulled trama root (boiled until soft), pickled comberries, and ash-cured kwama egg, and you have a strongly herbal-scented meal with the texture of snot.

Imperials

While not as old people-y as most other dishes on this list, classic dishes, like my Emperor's Venison Fricassee, are hardly considered to be exciting food on the Cyrodiilic gastronomy scene. The humble fricassee is a palatable, if slightly boring dish with a stew-like texture, but doesn't contain any particularly strong flavours. Said to be the ultimate old-person dish in Cyrodiil.

Khajiit

Age isn't going to stop any Khajiit from imbibing moon sugar, but the way it's served is slightly different. Peanut soup, which is literally just a hot slurry made from boiled peanuts, is a nutritious dish often served for dessert. However, the taste is, at best, horrifically boring, and the only way to fix that is with lots of moon sugar. The end result is something akin to eating runny peanut butter, to which I can only politely say 'no thanks, Clan Mother'.

Nords

Just because we honour the older members of our communities in Skyrim doesn't mean that we're above making jokes about what they eat. If you think pickled fish is bad, try the trout that's been fermented in a barrel for a few months, then cut into slices and served atop flatbread with beets and sour cream. It sounds worse than it is, but this is the sort of food that makes me flash back to Granny Matilda's cottage when I was a child.

Orcs

The fact of the matter is that many Orcs don't live to see old age as an adversary, but those who do develop some curious dietary habits. Steamed potato pudding with wrathberry raisins is definitely one of them- a pungent dessert that's absolutely nobody's favourite besides probably the stronghold elders. It's basically a regular steamed pudding made from potato flour and densely studded with wrathberry raisins, something like a New Life pudding. Very filling, kind of bland, and perfect for the geriatric Orsimer in your life.

Redguards

A mild Alik'r curry made with snake eggs and okra would be my pick when it comes to describing the favoured food of elderly Redguards. Whole boiled snake eggs and slices of okra float in a thin goat's milk-based curry, which is served with a side of cous cous or rice. It's simple food, but so bland and boring you'd hardly recognise it as Redguard cuisine.

#Asks #Food #Elderly #old people #Tes #the elder scrolls #cooking #food #World building #Worldbuilding

[sideblogforcrimpy-plus]

comfort tag game

Thank you again for the tag, @temilyrights!!

comfort movie(s): the Princess and the Frog, the Nightmare Before Christmas, Con Air, Labyrinth

comfort food: Cheesy pasta, spaghetti on toast, potato and leek soup

comfort clothing: Jackets. God I love jackets and jumpers

comfort song: This varies wildly depending on mood, so I'm picking three from my yt supermix -Say So (Japanese version), I Love You but I Love Me More, (Sitting On) the Dock of the Bay (but special mention to the entire Winterbourne discography)

comfort book: h a r d uhmhmh but maybe things from Naomi Novik or the literal entire Sabriel Series by Garth Nix

comfort game: Sims my beloved and easy, but also Age of Empires when w/my sister

No pressure tags: @insomnaticwilmon and @candlesandsoftrain

#My comfort songs can change so much #Like when I'm angry I'll listen to heavier music #sometimes a very specific album (Sabbath Bloody Sabbath) bc it has an instrumental in there so when I've clamed down #I make that the last song on the album that I listen to before changing to something else #when I'm sad I might go the heavier stuff or stuff I can sings along to #which is older music or certain kpop or also placebo #I just #fucking love listening to music #almlst forgot to tag people lol

[lnlywar-god]

congrats on 100 followers!!! you deserve all of them and a lot more !! could i request a grande, hot merry berry choco frappe with childe?

hello nana :D thank you so much! i really had to tryhard on this one because it was so STRAIGHTFORWARD and i'm trying to figure out a way to make it the right length because it's boring if i just made it straightforward. this was also fun to write for the reason that this was right around my roundhouse cuz of some stock knowledge on russian culture (literally just the food) but anyways, here's your order, enjoy!

terms : blini - thin russian pancakes ; borscht - beetroot soup ; pirozhki - baked or fried puff pastries are packed full of potatoes, meat, cabbage, or cheese ; syrniki - cheese pancakes ; Snegurochka - the snow maiden

ONE HOT GRANDE MERRY BERRY CHOCO FRAPPE (CHILDE) FOR koinotame !

wc : 1.09k

Childe has lots of mora, everyone knows that, especially the people who ask money from him (Zhongli, for example).

What does Childe do with said mora? Spoil his beloveds and his comrades. And most of all, give his Creator the best gifts they could receive. Whether they be expensive or just simple little things he knows you’d appreciate. Every mora on his person was worth spending if it was for you.

Although it stands that Childe gives you expensive gifts, he doesn’t only gift you material things. He gifts you culture.

Culture from his beloved home, Snezhnaya.

He gifts you books of beloved tales in his home, and tells you his own anecdotes, silly little things he found, sometimes a memorable stroke of bad luck, and sometimes happy moments with his family.

He might not be as great of a storyteller of Zhongli or as good as of a storymaker like Venti, but he certainly is a great comedian. Somehow, he always manages to make you laugh even if he just said he literally got socked in the balls during his training when he was younger.

He gifts you delicacies and all kinds of foods that make your mouth water with glee. He’ll always offer to feed you and can’t help but feel delighted when he sees you enjoying yourself. It would be an understatement to say he’s delighted, really.

With what, the way your eyes seem to glow up when you eat blini? Or that relaxed and blissful expression when you drink tea with him with a spoon of jam in your cup, the way Snezhnayans like it on cold mornings where you can almost see your puff of breath.

If it meant he got to see his Creator in such moods, he’d gladly do it all over again for as long as he can.

There’s a distant and fond memory he treasures of such event. It’s one where you first discovered borscht and pirozhki, and this is where the tradition of bringing souvenirs began.

Childe has been sent on yet another mission back in Snezhnaya, and as much as he hates to leave you in your teapot there in Liyue, you tell him to go. He really wants to stay, he does. But you keep telling him to go fulfill his mission.

Surely the Tsaritsa would not be mad if their Creator forced Childe to stay, right? You think otherwise and tell him to go. In compensation, as Childe waves goodbye from the ship to Snezhnaya, he shouts to you a promise to bring gifts for you when he comes back.

You laugh and shout back that he doesn’t need to, though deep down you do appreciate his gifts.

His gifts are, in a figurative sense, an extension of him, a part of him. When you like syrniki, when you enjoy the cold of Snezhnaya, when you enjoy listening to him read out the tale of Snegurochka, he feels as if you enjoy him.

You enjoy having him around, you enjoy listening to him, you enjoy indulging in him. The thought makes him giddy more than a child on Christmas morning.

From then on, a business trip without Childe returning with gifts aren’t business trips at all.

You await him on the docks of Liyue Harbor with Zhongli at your side, accompanying you out of your teapot. People stared and gave their respects but otherwise, everything looked like as if it were a normal day in the harbor.

Childe’s fluff of bright orange hair isn’t difficult to spot, and spotting it, you immediately wave. You don’t shout or call for him, but you hope it’s enough to show the enthusiasm at having back here with you.

The harbinger doesn’t waste anymore time getting off the ship when he spots you and Zhongli and practically jumps into the water and manuevers to you using his hydro vision.

It was so much of an honor to have you greet him down at the harbor when he could’ve just headed straight to you while you stayed and sat pretty in your teapot, how could he not rush over to you?

You eagerly embrace him and after a good few minutes of standing there and talking, teasing each other about missing the other, Zhongli suggests to head back to your chambers, specifically commissioned by Ningguang when you arrived in Teyvat.

Without another word, you do. You spot the rather large bag Childe’s carrying and laugh.

“You look like Santa, Childe.” Childe and Zhongli are looking at you as if you’d said something confusing and the three of you are all standing in your places, staring each other before Childe bursts into laughter.

In a sense, he is like Santa, coming to bring gifts which he does have in his large bag of them. Perhaps like Santa, he can’t wait to see the look on your face when you receive your presents like a child on Christmas morning.

And like Santa, he can’t help but enjoy and want to continue to do it.

When you told him to bring you some more, he’d fulfilled his mission to make you smile. If anything, that was a mission that he’ll always prioritize over all others given by the Tsaritsa.

Leaving you to go on a mission became a tad bit easier, knowing that he can take this as an opportunity to bring you more of his culture that you’d grown to love. He keeps a portrait of you in his pocket, smiling, and it keeps him going and working to bring more of them on your face.

All these gifts he gets for you, they’re just sweet little things, sweet little gifts that maybe, just maybe might compare and be able to project just how much Childe loves you.

It’s his way of thanking you for giving him so much in his life, good or bad. He’s thankful because all that was just a build-up for you to meet him, for him to finally bask in your divine presence that could probably heal people, even without trying.

Childe knows it’s healed him. It pieced back the little fragments of him that he’d lost to the glory and thrill of battle. He sees thrill in whatever you do, may it be something plain boring like you playing chess with another acolyte, or something exciting, like you deciding to train with him while he’s around.

He will be eternally thankful for that.

And he hopes, that you too, will be thankful for the pieces of him that he gifts you with.

#childe #childe x reader #childe x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #you know what i might write more for childe after this #sagau #genshin cult au #self aware genshin #ʬ 📻 : text.oneshot #ʬ 📻 : events.fairy lights on winter nights #ʬ 📻 : hit my line.koinotame

[molllus]

Hey folks! So in honour of my asshole gallbladder being evicted post-haste, and based on the fact that I can't consume anything by mouth right now so I'm literally dreaming about food, here's some recipe recommendations.

These are my absolute favourites, and I'm going to order them based on how many spoons they require to make.

(Please note this is not... literal spoons, if you're new here. Go look up the Spoons Theory and thank me later)

Final note - I'm not a very good cook yet. I have OFTEN destroyed meals. So the vast, vast majority of these you can follow the instructions exactly and it will taste like it's supposed to. Practice with cooking definitely makes it easier to understand how to cook well over time, but also I have ADHD and my life is much easier when I can just follow a dang list of instructions.

Here we go!

Low Spoons

Instant Pot Indian Tomato Coconut Soup*

Do you like tomato soup, but wish it had some more flavor? This is it. I dream of this soup sometimes. I would kill a man for this soup. Also, all the ingredients are shelf-stable, which is incredibly convenient, and with the added bonus of being dairy-free. Shout out specifically to @hthrrloooo for this one.

Norwegian Rhubarb And Almond Cake

You want to look fancy as shit at whatever thing you're going to? This is your dish. It's super easy to make and fast - I can make it in under an hour - prep, bake, everything. It also tastes incredible, the almond with the rhubarb balances sweet and tart. Also it makes an amazing breakfast.

Artichoke Tomato And Spinach Flatbread

Again, you look fancy, without having to be fancy. It's pretty fast too, so it makes a great dinner. My mom loves this one, it's like spinach artichoke dip on a pizza.

Southwest Quinoa Power Bowl with Honey Lime Dressing*

This is an excellent example of "power bowls", which is a slightly ridiculous name for grain based bowls with proteins and a dressing. I usually change out the quinoa for rice because I don't like quinoa, and for the "adobo seasoning", you can also use spices like chili powder, paprika (that one is strong though), onion powder, and garlic powder. Or buy a shaker of a southwest spice, honestly. This is a great way to learn how to put together a bowl like this - which is usually grain base + cooked veggies + raw veggies + protein + dressing. I will say to taste the dressing as you make it.

Best Tuna Casserole*

I ate SO MUCH of this in university. It is cheesy. It is crunchy. And it is cheap and fast. It's... probably not the healthiest option but who cares. I usually leave out the peas and mushrooms, but that's because I don't like them very much in casseroles. Also as a note - it won't taste like cream of mushroom, that's mostly a base.

Banana Chocolate Chip Muffins

These muffins, my beloved <3. An easy baked good, pretty cheap and fast to make. I also grew up eating a ton of these, so I find them very comforting. You have a friend that needs comfort? Make them these.

Sausage And Potato Roast With Arugula

I bow down to this as the ultimate weeknight meal. It can come together in a half hour, you throw most of the ingredients on a pan, and then add the arugula afterwards. I usually use balsamic on it, because I like pain, but you do you. You also can use regular potatoes and onions, it does not change anything. Sheet pan meals are your friend, folks, and there's a million of them.

Chickpea And Pumpkin Curry*

So cheap! So tasty! So easy! You can absolutely use canned pumpkin instead of actual pumpkin, and you can throw in other things too - chopped carrots or potatoes, cooked chicken, you name it, to make it go farther. Add more salt to this one though. Don't buy canned pumpkin PIE filling by mistake. I will say that's a mistake you only make once.

Medium Spoons

Singapore Noodles With Crispy Tofu*

VERY cheap, which is probably why it's on a website called Good and Cheap lol. I highly recommend that website if you're on a tight budget, it has absolutely saved my butt a few times. Go easy on the sriracha unless you crave the burn though.

Vegan Butter Chicken (with Amazing Tofu)*

This is a recent favourite. I have some issues with dairy (see... the reason I'm typing this lol) and vegan recipes are kind of helpful because they don't have dairy. Also, I like tofu. This is nice and warm and comforting. Also pretty cheap!

Bacon Brussels Sprouts Fried Rice

Ok I know what you're thinking. "Brussel sprouts? Aren't those disgus-" and that is where you stop because I am looking at you with murderous intent. This is the recipe that made brussel sprouts my favourite vegetable, because the trick is ADDING OIL AND FLAVOR. And NOT. BOILING. THEM. EVER. Fry them! Or bake them in the oven! Do not turn them into horrible goop. Anyways. I love this recipe so much, and there was a period when I was making it, like, every two weeks. Fairly cheap, easy, and so so so comforting and tasty. Also alternatively fry some brussel sprouts in a pan with butter - ok ok ok I'll stop.

Challah Bread

My go to, no fail, I-WILL-make-you-love-me bread recipe. Bread can be tricky and intimidating to figure out because there's a fair amount of intuition with it - I'm not great at it yet. But this recipe has enough other things in it that it's pretty fool proof, and oh my god it's so good guys. It's so lovely. It single-handedly won over the extended family of my partner. Also it'll get fucking huge so fair warning, you'll have a LOT.

Pumpkin Chili

The only chili I make. I'm serious. You can follow it exactly and it will be amazing every time. Can you tell I love pumpkin yet? This is rich and smoky and uuughhh I love it. It takes some time (chopping everything and measuring, mostly) but it's so good and makes a ton of food.

Chickpea Casserole with Lemon, Herbs, and Shallots

You want an actually vegetarian casserole? More importantly, you want leftovers for the next 3 weeks? This is your friend. Takes some time to put all of the ingredients together, but man is it worth it for the amount of food it makes, and it's really nice and fresh.

Twice Baked Chicken Pot Pie Potatoes With Crispy Bacon

Do you like chicken pot pie? This is chicken pot pie, but a million times easier and without needing to make pastry (my partner has to make the pastry in our apartment. Mine is like cardboard). It makes a pie filling's worth of sauce, and I usually bake like 5 potatoes at a time and then keep the sauce separate in the fridge and eat it for a week. You can leave some of the things out if you like and it'll still be good - like in university I didn't want to pay for bacon, so I left it out. Or add something else! Sausage! Turnip! Peas! A protein substitute! More cheese! The world is your potato.

High Spoons

Dark Chocolate Chunk Raspberry Crumb Muffins

I made these recently and oh man are they good. They're now one of my showing-off baked goods. High spoons because they actually do take a fair amount of ingredients and prep time, but it is worth it. (I got ONE of these before I got sent to the hospital. I'm still bitter)

Three Layer Pumpkin Brownies

These ones definitely need a fair amount of time to make. Not a lot of skill! Just time, because of all the layers and needing to chill them. They are very decadent and rich. And also it makes a ton. I make them for Thanksgiving most of the time. And again featuring my best friend, pumpkin lol.

London Fog Earl Grey Tea Cake

Ok you want to show off? Look frigging fancy? Have a tea party? This makes you look fancy as shit. It does take some time to put together, and you do need to be careful with measurements and baking time because it's pretty delicate. But it's absolutely gorgeous when it turns out - light and delicately flavored and sweet.

Eggplant Fatteh - Lands and Flavors

OK so. Unfortunately I don't have a link right now, because hospital wifi is ehhhhh. BUT. It's so good. It's definitely high spoons, and I don't make it very often, because you will be stuck in the kitchen for a long time. Absolutely use premade pasta sauce instead of making it on the fly, unless you're some kind of wizard. It is worth it though, it's very tasty and filling and has a lot of flavor. My partner actively bribes me to make this because he likes it so much.

The stars next to them note that the recipes are on the cheaper side, because my blog is titled Post Millennial Weirdo for a reason, babes.

Enjoy, folks! I'm going to go back to planning the tattoo I'm getting after this shit is over <3

#recipe #recipe list #recipe recommendation #non pinterest links #food #spoons #vegetarian #dessert #dinner #ok but seriously go eat some brussel sprouts and pumpkin #they're your friends #and yeah my gallbladder can go fuck itself

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Characterizing Genshin Characters!!

May write multiple parts for this, but here is my idea of what these people would be like in relationships in order to write better fanfics for them!

Childe

he would totally be the asshole-ish but amazing boyfriend

definitely a bit more like a lot cynical, but still is a hopeless romantic deep down, would absolutely never admit that

top love languages for him, receiving wise, would definitely be physical touch, maybe words of affirmation and quality time too?? but physical touch is the most important for him

SUCH a touchy boyfriend!!!

he’s the type that would buy you gifts for no reason other than it reminded you of him, or you mentioned wanting something in passing

very much “oh, you said you really liked green and I noticed your dress had a tear, and I saw this emerald dress in a window and decided to buy it for you! it’s no big deal, my love!”

however,, his main toxic trait would definitely be thinking that money can fix his wrongdoings

I can so see him leaving you a satchel bursting with mora after getting into a huge fight with a note to get something nice for yourself, and that he’s sorry

has a really hard time just saying sorry, this dude is a total man's man and already struggled with showing vulnerability before the abyss incident, he is so inept emotionally

hopefully you can change that in him, that's why words of affirmation would be a possibility for one of his love languages because he would have a hard time believing you at first but even hearing that you’re there for him no matter what would help him a lot

has such a hard time opening up though, honestly a defense mechanism at this point

he’s been around so many people and enemies that would use those vulnerable emotions against him that he sometimes lies about the littlest things because his immediate thought is that it’ll be used against him or even worse, someone else will find out he opens up to you and use you against him

man has a lot of enemies

however, he keeps you safe and would obviously kill anyone who looks at his darling in any way he or you don’t like

may or may not come back into your home at ungodly hours of the morning covered in blood if he finds out anyone was harassing you about anything

"oh, this? it's nothing, my angel, I just decided to go late-night hunting for pigs! <3" ...Ajax, honey, we know it's winter and there are no pigs out in the wild right now... anyways-

he is also most definitely the kind of guy who would make jabs at you (lovingly of course) for not being able to do something, before taking it over from you like you can just say you wanna help me cook, I know how to chop carrots for soup

"wow, good thing I was here, huh honey? your poor little dainty hands can't even chop some potatoes?" he definitely has a shit-eating grin on his face as he wraps his arms around you and takes over, I very much see him loving a calm domestic life

man definitely wants a big family, he just sees his work with the fatui as a hurdle to cross before he can safely have one

would absolutely be a dumbass and challenge you on every tiny little thing

"I bet I can drink this scalding hot tea faster than you" "I bet I can chop these vegetables faster than you" "I bet I can slurp the loudest while we eat this ramen"

this is of course an excuse to win and get a kith kith from you when he does

if he loses though, he will either absolutely expect you to steal a kiss from him (and be lowkey smug about it if you do, but if you don't and choose literally anything not involving him as a prize he would absolutely pout about it)

also, if you can fight, he will duel you and actually take that as a challenge seriously

not to the point of hurting you but his normal smug demeanor is toned way down until he's got you pinned or vice versa, then he lets himself have a little more fun with the situation

in his mind, how much is he really worth if he can't prove that he can protect his beloved at any time, even against themselves?

he'll let you win here and there, of course maybe

I can also see him being really into formal dancing for some reason?? i feel like he would want to be really well rounded as a whole, would feel pride in being a jack of all trades, not to mention an opportunity to sweep you off your feet?? he'll take it any day of course

would also be the best at making hot dishes, since he would cook for his siblings at home, and Snezhnaya is mad cold, so of course when the weather gets colder around you guys he makes bomb ass hot cocoa and amazing soups

Kazuha

he would be such a softie all around, unlike Tartaglia, this man is super in tune with his emotions

would definitely have touch and words of affirmation tied for his love languages, he would absolutely love if you read him poems while combing your fingers through his hair, laying on your lap and watching the stars go by under the shimmering night sky

I think he would be hard to get into a relationship with at first

he's super in tune with his emotions but I can see him being completely oblivious to those of others

you would have to pretty much point blank shout at him that you're in love with him for him to be like "oh... really?"

gets much easier once you're together though, he eventually figures out how you tick and knows your emotions almost as well as his own

would definitely want to explore the world with you, he would almost insist that you both get a boat together and live as nomads once you're serious about the relationship

he would very much be a calm, relaxed and laid-back type of partner, it would take a lot for him to get angry, and he would rather just talk it out before it even gets to that point?? he understands negative emotions are unavoidable but he hates seeing you upset, and hates even more being upset at you

i feel as though his only toxic trait would be not knowing when to leave you alone if you're quick to anger or lashing out

he seems like the type to be more caught up in fixing the issue before thinking that you might need space to think things through

which is a little ironic because I can see him immediately needing to go for a walk if you are the one to make him upset

overall though he would be one of the best people when it comes to openness and communication

not to mention fighting would be so rare while with kazuha

would absolutely call you the cutest pet names, definitely inspired by his hometown and poetry he knows you like

I also feel like kazuha can dance quite well, but not in a ballroom sense like childe, more like the dance during the festival scenes in Tangled; just super free and fun dancing, he probably learned it while he was on the crux honestly

kazuha would definitely be the type of partner to make you come out of your shell and try new things, how could you say no when his eyes are so sincere?

his whole aura just radiates assuredness and sincerity, you feel like you can do anything when you're around him

he's not much of a family man, simply just not thinking too much about it. his life has been so hectic and he just doesn't see the nomadic lifestyle as one to bring a child into, but if you happen to get pregnant/find a child that needs a home, he would absolutely kill being a dad

he would encourage a child to follow their dreams to whatever extent they need to, and assuming you fight too, you would both train him in the art of fighting as well as poetry

lets be real, you guys would do a great job raising a kid together, especially if you're a little more grounded to counteract kazuha's carefree nature

Hu Tao

oh my gosh she would literally be the funniest person to date ever, you cannot change my mind

she has a bit of a hard time in her profession, especially when hearing what others think of her, but she powers through it, attributing it all to her admittedly grotesque career

I feel like her biggest love language would be acts of service? she knows its a little hard being around someone who's so excited about death, so she definitely goes out of her way to show you she's still happy being on the mortal plane with you <3

would purposely do things to freak you out, like the pranking queen she is

you can expect to have her jump out from a dark corner of your room after you're out the shower, making you almost become a customer on the spot

her toxic trait would probably be not knowing when to take what you're saying seriously, whether it's on purpose or accidentally

I can see her kinda blowing off what you say whenever you get concerned for her in her career, or whenever she makes you a little too fearful with her talking about death like it's nothing

if you can match her energy and philosophy on life and death though, it wouldn't be too big of an obstacle in that aspect

she would totally offer to take you with her when she's working with spirits, if you're not too bothered by it or once you've gotten a little more used to her career

you would absolutely wake up in the middle of the night to find her out of bed, and you would find her in the lobby of the funeral parlor working on a cadaver that needs to be prepared soon

absolutely endearing how into her job she is, and how much care she puts into making sure people are sent to the afterlife as respectfully and perfectly as possible

she'll "joke" about hoping she's alive longer than you to make sure your funeral is perfect as well, and you're just like "my love, my dear, I appreciate the thought, but please don't-"

she'll offer to teach you the practices since you're around so often, and let's be real, a lot of people are put off by you dating her anyways considering her career, so it would definitely be the easiest job to get

also more time around your girlfriend?? who is adorably passionate about her job?? who could turn that down

you would definitely end up running the parlor as her right hand, and then tease her with the same dark jokes she did with you as well

"oh so it's funny when you joke about putting me in the coffin, but I can't joke about wanting to give my wonderful girlfriend a perfect ritual too?"

jk she would find it absolutely adorable that you would want to ensure a good passing for her too

wow that's a lot more death than i anticipated writing about for her but its definitely in character

she is such a passionate person in every aspect of her life though, and it shows in everything she does

I feel like the most she would ever fight about is her job, but other than that she isn't the type to confront others, and her happy-go-lucky demeanor prevents a lot of fights from happening at all

you just can't be mad at someone so adorable honestly

since I mentioned dancing with the other two, might as well add it in here; hu tao CANNOT dance. at all. but she loves doing it!!

she would totally take you to parties with her, and drag you on the dance floor doing the worst moves you've ever seen

you honestly debate whether she's just joking or not before she tries getting you to do the cringey moves with her too like please tell me I'm not alone in thinking she would get on the floor and do fornite dances or some dumb shit oh my god

"babe cmon do the orange justice with me"

your face is just red and you're like "hu tao, darling, please let's just get off the floor, we can start taking lessons together-"

she absolutely refuses though, that takes all the fun out of it!!

it grows on you though, as does a lot of the things she does

she also strikes me as the type to purposely do things just for shock value, nothing mean but just odd things

like milk before cereal odd

you would wake up in the morning and catch her cooking an egg in a ladle or something and you're just standing, horrified as she laughs so hard she drops the whole thing and nearly burns her foot

she just is naturally so funny you can't even be mad at her ridiculous antics, they're just as endearing to you as her passion for her job

your life will be full of laughter with this one, you'll probably have abs after the first month of dating as long as her humor is on-brand for you

slight NSFW, she would also make the dumbest jokes while doing the dirty

ALSO she would absolutely be a sucker for hand holding

i feel like she can be kind of touchy but the place she loves you touching the most are her hands, she just loves when you trace circles with your thumb on her knuckles while holding it

or just holding her hand and tracing along the little lines in her palm

bonus points if you crack a joke about palm reading while doing that

"i see.. a super sexy and cool partner in your future"

"aw really? I was hoping you'd see us kissing.. haha jk... unless-"

buying her rings is also the key to her heart

she would literally always wear the one you got her, no matter what

#okay imma call that it for now #god i feel like i wrote so little for kazuha #he's tough for me to write though so i wanted to challenge myself #kazuha #childe #tartaglia #hu tao #genshin impact #headcannons #character dissecting #character concepts #personality concepts #ajax #genshin #606 headcannons #606 writing

[hgsn-moved]

Hi Rowan! I hope your recovery is going well :) I'm really sorry you're having to deal w weird shit in your inbox (as if it's not a daily occurrence), but have you done anything fun today while you've been healing?

hi Ellis my friend Ellis my recovery is going pretty ok so far though I'd be lying if I said I wasn't HURTING but it's whatever </3 I played some skyrim this morning (mostly just took inventory on some stuff, but that's gonna help me going forward and also I like doing that kind of thing) and up until a few minutes ago I had found the best comfiest position ever and got a reeaaaaall nice nap in 😌 and dinner (potato soup my beloved) is in like 10 minutes so I'm literally winning here

#asks #thank you for asking i always appreciate you so much

[yamikawas]

I'm not part of yoomtah's base fandom, can you tell me about her?

YAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYA OK SO BASICALLY YOOMTAH IS FROM A FUNNY LITTLE CARTOON ON YOUTUBE CALLED E/PITHET E/RASED slashing it so it doesnt show up in searches and basically in this universe abt 1 in 5 people have Epic Powers called Epithets that are basically a word attached to someones soul that they can use to do..........stuff! as mera puts it

epithets can range from things like Soup to Drowsy to Goldbricker to stuff i didnt even know was a thing until i watched the show like Parapet!

and theres this magic amulet called the Arsene Amulet (usually pronounced arson amulet) and legend says that if u have it, u can use it to steal other peoples epithets........

so now someone got their hands on this amulet and now its being hot-potatoed around between the good guys and the bad guys and the morally gray guys!

been a while since i got to use my infodump script LOL

BUT THATS NOT WHAT WE'RE HERE FOR NOW ONTO THE MAIN SUBJECT AKA A CHARACTER WITH LESS THAN 2 MINUTES OF SCREENTIME AND NO DIALOGUE EXCEPT FOR GIGGLING AND HUMMING

^ YOOMTAH MY ABSOLUTE BELOVED AND THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS IN THIS SHOW OR AT ALL RLLY

OK EVEN IF SHE DOESNT HAVE AS MUCH SCREENTIME IN E/PITHET E/RASED SHE ACTUALLY IS A VERY IMPORTANT CHR IN A/NIME C/AMPAIGN AKA THE TTRPG SERIES THAT E/PITHET IS BASED ON WHICH I DID ALSO WATCH ALL OF SO<3

OK SO BASICALLY YOOMTAH A CUTE LIL CYBORG GIRL WITH ELECTRIC POWERS DESCRIBED AS "HIGHLY CHAOTIC AND UNPREDICTABLE" ON HER A/NIME C/AMPAIGN WIKI PAGE AND I LOVE HER<3 ALSO SHE IS THE CO-FOUNDER OF B/LISS O/CEAN AKA THE MAIN VILLAIN ORGANIZATION IN THE SERIES ok she is described as the errand girl in her lil info card thing but also in a/nime c/ampaign her being the co-founder had stuff to do with a good amount of plot things iirc so i severely doubt theyre gonna change that LOL ANYWAYS! I LOVE HER MY EVIL LIL ROBOT GF<3 NOW THE ONLY PROBLEM WITH HER BEING THE CO-FOUNDER OF THIS FUNNY LITTLE BAD GUY SQUAD IS THAT THE LEADER OF B/LISS O/CEAN IS ALSO HER """CANON""" LOVE INTEREST AND I LITERALLY WANT TO TORTURE HIM TO DEATH FOR REAL. I WANT TO SLICE HIS STOMACH OPEN AND SHOVE HIS OWN GUTS DOWN HIS THROAT. BUT THATS A STORY FOR ANOTHER DAY WE'RE INFODUMPING ABT YOOMIE RN<3 SO HERE ARE SOME LIL YOOMTAH FUNFACTS FOR U

1. her name comes from guildmaster wigglytuffs catchphrase from pokemon mystery dungeon! see here

2. ive always thought the lil circles on her cheeks look like lemon slices so thats where the "lemon meringue" nickname came from<3

3. she does not actually have an epithet but bc she is an epic cyborg she gets electric powers anyways bc shes just allowed to<3

4. her first appearance in a/nime c/ampaign has her playing a gameboy! and her first appearance in e/pithet e/rased is THIS I LOVE THIS VIDEO SO MUCH

5. she is literally the gayest character in the show to the point where the creator felt the need to nerf her by saying shes the definitively straight character LOL also shes ace bc im ace and i say so also she definitely has transgender swag

6. i have 886 images of her on my phone

7. theres one a/nime c/ampaign episode where she hosts a game show and my 2nd favorite chr is the hypeman so its basically SEVEN HOURS OF YOOMTAH FT. MY BESTIE SOMETIMES AND ALSO AT THE END SHE DRIVES A WHOLE MECH FOR A BOSS BATTLE THING AND SHE IS SO GIRLBOSS AND CAN SHOOT GAY BEAMS

8. her hair and cheeks glow in the dark as u can see from some of the images + the video i put!

9. some of my favorite hcs for her include that her lil zappy pupils change shape with her emotions, she blushes glowy green like her hair and cheek circles do, and she has a lil green lightning-bolt-shaped strand of hair under her hat

10. i will die without her

11. she has so much autism/adhd swag i mean look at her look at the video.she is soooooo neurodivergent girlboss<3

12. im going to be rlly gay now i think her kisses feel a lil staticy but not in a way that hurts yknow ksjdjdnf also if she pets my head enough my hair will stick to her hand like if u rubbed a balloon on ur head

13. my anniversary with her is march 15th 11:45 pm<3

14. she went insane over an in-universe equivalent of a pokemon card once in a/nime c/ampaign and in the same episode she played ddr so fast that she missed all the notes

15. also in another a/nime c/ampaign episode she was tasked with throwing people into a well for some reason and once she managed to effortlessly pick up a woman around her size and a cartoonishly buff man at the same time and throw them into said well. also she managed to throw an absurdly higher number of people than her coworkers did Literally girlboss moment<3

16. and in the Final a/nime c/ampaign episode her reaction to her """canon""" love interest confessing his love for her was to LITERALLY BEAT HIM UP INTO THE GROUND BC SHE WAS MAD AT HIM FOR SAYING THAT HE LOVED HER FOR THE FIRST TIME TO SOME STRANGERS AKA THE PROTAGS INSTEAD OF SAYING IT TO HER FACE LOLLLLLLL also bc we all know that she loves Me and not him and actually hates him for trying to get in between her and i anyways<3<3<3 even tho at the very end with the like ~10 Years Later~ thing they were implied to be together anyways but we ignore that :/

17. shes literally just girlboss in general she literally just can do and does do whatever the hell she wants even if it has no logic to it and i love her for it<3

ok anon bestie this answer got rlly long i just like talking abt her sorry LOL<3BUT LIKE I LOVE HER SO MUCH EVERYTHING SHE DOES IS CUTE TO ME OK LIKE EVERY SINGLE THING SHES DONE THAT IVE LISTED HERE. EVER SINGLE THING SHES DONE IN GENERAL. I FIND IT ALL ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE I JUST LOVE HER THAT MUCH I WOULD KILL AND DIE FOR HER I JUST<3<3<3<3<<3<333<3<3<3<<<4<<3<33<33333<3<3YOOMTAH YOOMTAH YOOMTAH YOOMTAH YOOMTAH YOOMTAH YOOMTAH YOOMTAH YOOMTAH YOOMTAH YOOMTAH YOOMTAH YOOMTAH YOOMTAH YOOMTAH YOOMTAH MY BELOVED

[normal-thoughts-official]

Hmm top 5 brazilian foods

ID: Another ask by them that says, "Sushi soup doesn't count btw". End ID

You know just because of that I was going to include only nonsense Brazilian food but then you asked for my top 5 of that so fuck you. Anyway let's go, top 5 serious brazilian food. Fuck you for making me choose btw

5. Basically anything from Minas Gerais, but since I'm having to choose, I'll to with frango com quiabo (chicken with okra)

I love basically every food from the state of Minas Gerais (tutu de feijão my beloved) but this one might be my favorite, simple as it is. It is basically chicken parts stewed in a tomato broth with okra. I'm a sucker for okra, and also chicken, and also stew, so you know. Heaven. Absolutely amazing

ID: Pan with chicken with okra seen from above. The stew has a deep brownish-red color, with chicken parts (including legs) and a lot of okra floating. End ID

4. Farofa (ground cassava fried in butter with Anything You Want, added as a side dish along with rice and beans to pretty much anything)

Not a dish as much as something you put on your plate but I don't care!!! Everything with cassava automatically fucks of course but farofa (of anything) is just next level brilliancy. The way we have a dish part just to add crunch to the rest... Mwah. I'm not even a fan of crunchy over creamy but farofa just makes everything a thousand times better, from the consistency to the taste (ily carbs i love youuu) and it's literally genius that we created that and that's the honest-to-god truth. Especially with pimenta biquinho, which is the best pepper ever, hands down

ID: Plate of farofa. It is a grainy yellow thing with parts of ingredients (in this case, banana da terra). There are three pimenta biquinhos, which are tiny, round, red peppers with a tip resembling a beak, on top. End ID

3. Arroz com pequi (rice with pequi, which is a yellow fruit)

I, like most people, don't know how to describe what pequi tastes like. You have to try it. It's kinda sweet and kinda savory and kinda bittersweet in my opinion, and it has a very strong taste. It's a "love or hate" kinda fruit/dish, and to me it's absolute love, no questions asked. It even looks beautiful! Completely worth the thorns, altho I, admittedly, am a big city bitch and have only ever had pequi bought preserved

Still, look at this beauty

ID: A pot of arroz com pequi. Pequi is a yellow fruit, which is cut into parts and added to the rice, turning the rice itself yellow. End ID

No choice but to stan

2. Coxinha de frango com requeijão (deep fried potato batter stuffed with shredded chicken and requeijão, a type of brazilian cheese resembling a more creamy cream cheese)

Look at these beauties

ID: A batch of coxinhas, which are small, golden, round snacks with a triangular tip. The one at the front is cut in the middle, showing the inside filled with shredded chicken and requeijão, which is white and creamy. End ID

It must be frango com requeijão, though, or else it drops several places on my list. Even just chicken without requeijão doesn't hit the same. TBH requeijão could easily have its own place in this list, we really went off with that guy. This is usually served at birthday parties and it's a must, but it's so popular you can basically find in any bar. Traditionally it can fit in your palm, but following the endless Brazilian tradition of being insane about food, there are places that sell coxinhas that weight up to 5kg. I like the palm-sized guys though. You can have many of them and if I'm being honest, the tip which is usually just batter is the absolute best part

1. Moqueca de banana da terra (banana da terra stew made with dende oil and coconut milk)

Fuck yeah moqueca of any kind, but particularly banana da terra, which is a type of banana, but less sweet and more consistent than most, which makes it ideal to be used for several dishes.

Look at her

ID: A stone pot filled with moqueca. The stew is very creamy and orange, and the plate is very colorful with the yellow banana, red pepper, and green herbs. End ID

How can I describe moqueca. It's the best thing you'll ever taste. So fucking delicious and rich in flavor and the consistency is amazing and fuck, I just had breakfast and my mouth is already watering just thinking about it. I love her. She's my babygirl. She's my reason to live. She's a beauty

It's usually served with rice and farofa, as most things in Brasil are, but without the beans. God it's absolutely amazing. Fuck. I want moqueca now

Anyway ask me for my top 5 anything cuz I'm doing this ask game. I'm so hungry now. Fuck

#ask #purple--pen #food #described

[adhd-ryan]

Rules: Tag (nine) people you want to know better. I was tagged by @tammenterskanroskalava thanks!! I really like these things they’re fun :]

favourite colours: Yellow and Green sometimes Violet when it’s the right shade idk

currently reading: 10+ TMA fanfics at the same time and getting confused as to what is happening where but refusing to read one thing at a time

last song: Jet Set - Carmen Geiss,,,,no comment

last movie: bestie I wish I could actually remember that,,,, I haven’t watched a movie in a while? (ok it could be that one film we watched at the end of the school year (the mf mariposa barbie movie) but my memory is basically swiss cheese soo)

sweet, savoury, or spicy: mhh probably spicy

craving: good soup 👌 (pumpkin potato soup my beloved)

currently working on: getting my shit together in school and maintaining a reasonable sleeping schedule, sounds boring (it is) but school is literally really exhausting rn and idk why so I don’t have too much time for any projects :/

I tag: @plastic-cutlery-queen @nodeadghost @tambourinecats @bisexualvalve @bibi-s-blogg @possum-leaf @egbertkind @astralpenguin @metasactreon

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

But You Can Never Leave [Chapter 7: Forget Everything You Know]

Hi y’all! I just wanted to take a moment to thank you all so much for reading and for showing me and my fics some love. You better believe that I see EVERY. SINGLE. reblog, comment, tag, and message, and they mean the absolute world to me! I know that a lot of content creators are frustrated and taking breaks right now, but rest assured you will not be able to get rid of me if even a SINGLE person looks forward to something I write. I’ll finish this fic (eventually), and I’ll finish the next one too (it already has a name!), and I won’t disappear or leave the Queen/BoRhap fandom at any point in the foreseeable future. Lots of love to you all, stay safe, and I hope you enjoy! 💜 💜 💜

Chapter summary: Y/N brings home some friends; Brian attempts an intervention; John draws a line; Roger gets an answer.

This series is a work of fiction, and is (very) loosely inspired by real people and events. Absolutely no offense is meant to actual Queen or their families.

Song inspiration: Hotel California by The Eagles.

Chapter warnings: Language.

Chapter list (and all my writing) available HERE

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Please yell at me if I forget to tag you! :)

“Smile, everyone!” Your dad peeks through the viewfinder of the Canon F-1 and beams. “One...two...three...say Queen!”

“Queen!” you all shout gleefully. The flash illuminates the dining room, and you blink away momentary blindness. The table materializes back into vision: lobsters, clams, haddock chowder, sourdough bread, fried oysters, pierogis with Vermont cheddar cheese, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes...and, of course, Boston cream pie for dessert.

“Ah, perfection,” your dad sighs contently. “Please continue, Mr. Mercury.”

“Mr. Mercury!” Brian whines, incredulous. “Like he’s got a bloody PhD or something!”

Freddie cracks a lobster claw. He hasn’t taken his sunglasses or wrist-full of clanging bangles off all afternoon. Your parents are profoundly confused by him, but welcoming nonetheless. “I’m a professor of lusciousness. Pay attention and you could learn something.”

Brian rolls his eyes and dunks a hunk of sourdough bread into his chowder.

“So,” Freddie tells your mother between bites of lobster dripping with drawn butter. “Our darling damsel in distress was in the clutches of that horrid, dodgy wanker when none other than our very own Roger Meddows Taylor—”

“You weren’t even there!” Brian protests. “I wasn’t even there! This is, what, a third-hand account?!”

“Eat your soup, peasant. Thank you. Anyway, our beloved Roger comes raging out of nowhere, red-faced, nostrils flaring, a terrifying sight to behold, grabs this guy by his hair and slams his despicable face directly into a marble column. Broken nose, cracked orbital socket, blood everywhere! It was magnificent. I’ve never been more proud.”

“Good for you!” your mother cheers, patting the back of Roger’s hand encouragingly. He smiles at her, warmly, radiantly, like the wildfire he’s always reminded you of. And you marvel at how every human on this earth is made of the same fundamental components—blood and muscles and vessels and nerves, hearts and enigmatic brain matter and ribs, vulnerable parts, armored parts, all webbed together like nature’s own organic circuit board—and yet the marks they leave on you can feel so different: burns, scars, bruises, shadows, imprints that are deep enough to brush bone and never fade.

“Mom, the guy could have died!”

“Did he?” she asks innocently.

“Nope,” Roger says.

“Well then, Mr. Taylor here is a hero in my book.”

“Mr. Taylor!” Brian groans.

“I was petrified he would turn out to be the son of an executive or producer or something and the band would be ruined,” you say. “Fortunately he was just someone’s annoying frat brother from college who already had a reputation for being a sleazebag. So, we were in luck.”

“You were in luck that Mr. Taylor was there,” your mother points out, gazing at him dreamily. This delightful English boy is going to be my son-in-law and give me gorgeous, doe-eyed grandchildren, that look says.

“Yes, a literal superhero,” John says ruefully, sipping a Manhattan. Your dad has a passionate love for mixing cocktails, especially for guests who also happen to be rock stars.

“Mom. Don’t make his ego any bigger, please. I’m begging you.”

Roger snarls around a mouthful of Boston cream pie, sending your mom into a fit of giggles.

“I’m just glad you’re okay, dear.” She smooths your hair. “And that you have people to keep you safe all the way over there across the ocean, and that you’re happy.”

“Yes, your work environment is much improved, isn’t it?” Brian says. “That supervisor you had at the hospital was an absolute bear!”

Your dad strokes his short grey beard. “Well...” he admits. “That may have been my fault.”

Brian’s brow crinkles. “Really?”

Your mom turns to you. “You didn’t tell them?!”

“Oh, is there a scandalous backstory?” Freddie inquires, elated. “Do tell, darling!”  

“Once upon a time, in a kingdom far far away—just kidding, it was here in Boston—my archnemesis Patricia and my dad dated.”

Roger drops his fork, appalled. “No!”

Freddie’s nose wrinkles in revulsion. “Why?!”

Your dad rocks back in his chair and laughs loudly, heartily. “She wasn’t always so cantankerous, if you can believe it. She was a sweet girl, wonderful even. But then I met my future wife, and...” He smirks guiltily. “What can I say? The heart wants what it wants!”

You nod along. “And I got the illustrious honor of being an outlet for the frustration stemming from Patricia’s lifelong unrequited love.”

“You saucy minx!” Freddie playfully lashes your mom’s shoulder with a cloth napkin. “Homewrecker!”

She chuckles, not the least bit offended. “People get together under all sorts of strange circumstances, and you know what? You can’t wreck a home if the home wasn’t already half-wrecked before you got there, that’s what I think.”

Roger raises his Patriot’s Punch. “I’ll drink to that.”

Brian clutches his New England Express, bewildered. “Are we...toasting to infidelity?”

“Oh, does that horrify you?” Rog asks sarcastically. Brian grimaces, but dutifully raises his glass.

“We’re toasting to love,” your dad clarifies. “However it comes, as long as it’s true.”

John holds his Manhattan aloft. “To love.”

Freddie clinks his Flying Elvis against the other beverages, including your parents’ wine glasses and your Cranberry Crush. “Cheers!” Then Fred glances at the clock and swiftly polishes off his slice of Boston cream pie.

“Can’t you all stay a little longer?” your mom pleads, collecting plates and gazing longingly at Roger. “This has been so much fun...”

“They have soundcheck at seven, Mom. We have to leave for the stadium soon.”

“Well, before you jet off to your next adventure, can I treat anyone to a long distance call?” your dad asks.

Brian perks up. “Really?!” You know there’s a ring in the future for Chrissie; not an expensive or extravagant ring (not that Chris would want that anyway), but a ring nonetheless. You know because Brian has taken you shopping to help him choose one.

“Of course! You can use the phone in my office. It’s Valentine’s Day, after all. I’m sure there are some lovely ladies back in jolly old England who would be over the moon to hear from you.”

“That would be very much appreciated!” Brian says. “And thank you so much, this has been such a treat, you have no idea how long it’s been since we had a proper homemade meal.”

“I had to rehabilitate the reputation of us Yankees, didn’t I? Now come on, Mr. May, I’ll show you to the office...”

“Mr. May...I like the sound of that!”

“Ten minutes, Bri!” Freddie calls, following them down the hallway. “Then it’s my turn...!”

You begin gathering up the empty glasses, but Roger promptly snatches them away. “No way, Boston babe. You go relax. I’ll help your mom.”

“I think she’s in love with you.”

He grins. “Do you have a secret stepdaddy fetish I could exploit?”

“Oh my god. Roger.”

He snickers and sweeps off into the kitchen. It’s only then that you realize John has disappeared. You check the kitchen, the living room, the hallway, the study, and finally the front porch; John is standing outside in the cold, smoking and watching the setting sun. The sky is threaded with cerulean, rust orange, lavender, indigo. You pull on your coat and go out to join him.

“We’ll make it to Florence one of these days,” you promise John, resting your arms on the wooden, white-painted porch railing. Your mother hung baskets of fresh flowers for the band’s visit, which swing lazily in the breeze. “Crank out a few more hits and we’ll get the record company to add it to the tour itinerary.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice.”

“Are you going to call Veronica?”

He shrugs, frowns, exhales a lungful of smoke into frigid New England air. “I don’t know if I should.”

“You don’t think she’d like that?” you ask, confounded.

“I think she might like it too much.”

“Ohhhhh.” You read his soft greyish eyes, which are faraway and somber, sad even. “I’m sorry, John. You know she’s wild about you.”

“I know it.” He takes a drag off his cigarette. “She’s the first person who ever was, actually. The first person who ever noticed me. Came up to me out of the blue at a disco and asked me to dance, me! So I said yes, like you do when you’re the guy nobody notices. And then I said yes again, and again, and again, until one day I realized...oh, this girl thinks we’re getting married. When the hell did that happen?”

“I noticed you,” you contest.  

John chuckles and nods. “You did,” he agrees. “Right away. Tried to win me over when I was too nervous to finish a sentence around you. But that was long after I’d met Veronica.”

“Well, you can’t break up with her tonight. On Valentine’s Day?! That would be traumatic.”

“Agreed.”

“We’ll have a few days in London between the American and Asian legs of the tour. You can think it over and decide what to do then. I’m happy to arrange the getaway taxi if that’s something that interests you.”

“Yeah.” Again, he peers out into the Western horizon, into rising stars.

“John?”

Now he looks to you. He’s a little too thoughtful, too low. There’s something you’re not seeing.

“...Is there somebody else?”

He doesn’t speak; he just stares at you with those velvety azure-grey eyes, drums his fingers against the railing, lets the ash from his cigarette crumble into the snow-dusted Blue Pacific Junipers.

Roger barrels through the front door and out onto the porch. “There you are, Deaks! I thought we were going to have to find a new bassist. Enlist Nurse Nightingale’s mum or something.”

John smirks and crushes the rest of his cigarette in your father’s ashtray. “I suspect you’d do just fine without me.”

“Oh no. No way. Not happening.”

“That’s kind of you,” John says, unconvinced.

“Here, I’ll prove it.” Rog holds out his calloused hand. “If you ever leave, I leave too. Come on, Deaks, shake on it. It’s official. It’s a pact. There’s no Queen without John Deacon.”

Reluctantly, trying not to show how pleased he is, John shakes. “Alright.”

Roger grins triumphantly. “Signed, sealed, delivered. You’re ours for life, baby.”

“Deaky, do you want the phone?!” Freddie yells from inside the house.

John sighs and exchanges a knowing glance with you. “I guess I should say hi.”

“Okay, but quickly!” Rog presses. “We gotta go!”

“So bossy...” John ducks inside; and Roger, though he’s not wearing anything over his pale pink button-up shirt—sufficiently sophisticated to impress your parents—comes to the porch railing to join you.

“You’re not staying out here, are you?” You eye his thin shirt worriedly, the goosebumps rising over his collarbones, his bare forearms where he rolled up his sleeves to help your mom wash the dishes.

He tosses you a mischievous wink. “I’ve got no one to call.”

Roger looks up at the hanging baskets of flowers, plucks out a cerise carnation, and offers it to you. You mean to say something witty, something sardonic, something that will make him laugh; but all your words vanish into cold February air. You take the carnation, smiling helplessly.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Roger whispers.

You just let me know if you ever change your mind, okay?

Okay.

He turns to go back inside the house.

I won’t fall in love with him. I won’t fall in love with him. I won’t fall in love with him.

Then Roger pauses in the doorway. “You coming, Boston babe? I can’t have you catching pneumonia or something. I won’t know how to fix you.”

Oh, you realize, with horror and yet relief, all those grueling lies stripped away. It’s too late.

~~~~~~~~~~

You knock on the frame of the dressing room door. “Hi Bri!”

He glances over from where he sits in front of the mirror, rimming his eyes with inky liner. Soundcheck went swimmingly, and now Queen has thirty minutes until they need to be onstage. You can hear the disembodied reverberation of voices from the waiting crowd through the walls. “Hello, love. Come in.”

“Freddie said you needed to see me. Did you rip a sleeve or something? I brought my kit—”

“No, it’s not that.” He pats the chair beside him. The boys practically always get ready together before a show, but you suspect profoundly introverted Brian is experiencing one of his post-socialization crashes after dinner with your parents. Something about him is tired, very tired, almost drained to empty. “Join me.”

“Sure,” you say cautiously. You shove your medical kit onto the countertop and then reach to feel his forehead. “Are you feeling alright...?”

“I’m fine, love. I just have a favor to ask.”

“Anything.”

Brian sighs deeply, sets down the eyeliner, swivels his chair towards you. “I need you to promise me that you’re not going to start seeing Roger.”

You titter, deflecting, brushing Brian’s hair away from his troubled, angular face. “Well, as the official Queen touring nurse, I see him quite a lot.”

Brian catches your wrist. “I’m being serious.”

Now your brow knits into tight agitated lines. “I’m curious as to why you think that’s something you have a say in.”

“Bloody hell, I’m not trying to offend you—”

“Job well done.”

“Dear, please, listen to me—”

“Eight months,” you hiss through your teeth as you tear away from him. “For eight months I’ve listened and avoided and resisted and ignored and it’s not going away.”

“Oh, fuck,” Brian breathes in despair. “You love him.”

There are tears biting in the periphery of your vision; you don’t want them to be there, but they are. Your voice is hoarse and trembling. “Bri, please don’t.”

Brian shakes his head and motions with his hands frenetically, desperately, trying to make you understand. “Look, sometimes...sometimes the people we love, the people who own us, the people who fucking set us on fire...they’re not the people we end up with. And that’s not always a bad thing. It’s necessary. It’s self-preservation. Because sometimes the people who set us on fire would burn us alive.”

You gape at him, furious, stunned. “That’s just fantastic, Brian. You’re a true romantic. Jesus christ, does Chrissie know about this? Is that why you’re with her, because she’s, what...safe?!”

“No, that’s not fair, Chrissie’s great, she’s steady and supportive and she’ll make a wonderful mother one day, and my parents adore her—”

“Those aren’t reasons to marry someone, Brian!”

“They are!” He leaps to his feet. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you! You have to think about these things, you have to be rational, you have to protect yourself—”

“Why the fuck do you care?” you flare bitterly.

“Because you saved my life.”

“Stop it, I didn’t.”

“You did, I truly believe that. And I want you to stay with the band. And I want you to be happy. But, dear, please, I’m begging you...this is not the way to do it.”

“I’m not going to go out to some pub and drag home a random guy who’s suitably passionless and predictable enough to be Brian-May-approved.”

“That’s not what I’m asking you to do—”

“Because you’re such an expert on relationships!” you shout, exasperated. “Planning to propose to Chris while you’re still secretly pining over some fling from New Orleans, fucking groupies and then having the nerve to mope around guilt-ridden the next morning as if anyone but you was responsible for that decision, and do I say anything about it?! Do I ever say a single fucking word about it to you, or Fred, or Roger, or your future wife, or anybody?! No, because it’s not my life!”

The dressing room door flies open and John storms inside. “What’s going on?!”

You cross your arms and stare at the floor. Brian’s wide green eyes flick to John, to you, back to John. If it was Freddie, Brian would tell him in a second, would try to enlist him in the effort, and it would probably work; but John is a different story. John won’t side with Brian over you, everybody knows that. And John has a talent for sharpening words into blades. “Um. Nothing.”  

“I could hear you in the hallway,” John says flatly. “Obviously it wasn’t nothing.”

Brian points to you. “Have you tried to talk her out of this? Maybe you should, maybe she’d listen.”

“It’s not my choice to make, just like it isn’t yours. Worry about your own body count. It seems to be growing exponentially these days.”

Brian scoffs. “Because you’d be so thrilled if she ended up with him, right?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” you demand.

Brian and John glare at each other from across the room. John raises his eyebrows, daring Bri to answer. Brian gnaws his lower lip, but doesn’t elaborate. The air is heavy, tense, electrified.  

“Don’t upset her again,” John says darkly.

Brian shows the white palms of his hands in surrender. “Fine.”

John waves for you to follow him. “Come on.” And he slams the door behind you as you both escape into the hallway.

“I’m sorry.” You chase away stray tears with the back of your hands. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to get anyone worked up right before the show...”

“Don’t worry about it. I treasure any excuse to harass Brian.”

You study him, seeking answers, seeking more than you know how to put into words. “Do you think I’m being stupid? If you do, you can tell me.”

“No,” John responds carefully. “I think you’re being hopeful. And I’d like to believe that stupidity and hopefulness are two very different things.”

You smile. “I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s very inaccurate.” He fluffs his hair with his fingertips. “Do you want to touch it before we go on stage?”

You feign demureness. “Hmm...”

“Oh come on. You know you want to. It’s extra voluminous right now, Roger shared some of his magical mousse or whatever. Something way too expensive. You should thoroughly berate him for it.”

You laugh. “I’ll see what I can do.” You comb your hands through his brunette hair, and John’s right; it’s extraordinarily full and soft, and smells like honeysuckles. “You always know how to get me smiling, don’t you?”

“You do insist that I have game. Though I remain skeptical.”

“Good luck tonight. Not that you need it.”

John’s rough thumb lifts your chin, then whisks away a tear you missed. “You’ll be watching, right?”

“I always am.” And that’s the truth; you haven’t missed a Queen show since you met them.

He beams, those gentle grey eyes incandescent. “Then we’ll have an ocean of luck.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Exactly twenty-four hours later, Queen is in New York City.

The thunderous bassline of the opening act shudders through the concrete walls. You’re staring yourself down in the bathroom mirror under harsh florescent lights, your palms gripping the cold rim of a white sink, your eyes shimmering with black and gold shadow, your lip gloss slick and crimson. There’s not a single thing left to do. You’re running out of time.

You breathe in, breathe out, snatch your purse off the floor, breeze out into the hallway.

You can hear the boys’ laughter even before you open the dressing room door. Inside, Brian is tuning his Red Special with his mantis-like legs propped up on the countertop, John is attempting to teach Freddie how to make popcorn in a microwave without setting anything on fire, Roger is scrutinizing his hair in the mirror and frowning as he rearranges it with a comb.  

“Hello, darling!” Freddie warbles. “Can I interest you in some delicious and expertly-prepared popcorn?” He opens the microwave, and smoke pours out. “Oh, you bitch!”

“I’ll pass, Freddie.” You glide to where Roger is sitting, knot your fingers through his blond hair, and tug his head back so you can kiss him. He tastes like mint gum and the ghost of smoke and reckless intemperance; he tastes like everything you’ve ever wanted. There are gasps, and surely dropped jaws as well; but you don’t have eyes for them. “Okay,” you tell Roger.

He stares up at you with huge, starry eyes, a dazed grin slowly lighting up his face. “You changed your mind.”

“Come find me after the show.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You move to wipe your blood-red gloss from his lips, but Roger stops you, knits his hand through yours, stands to meet you.

“Leave it,” he murmurs. “I want them to know.”  

“Want them to know...?”

His lips touch yours again, smiling and scorching and ravenous. “That I’m yours.”

#roger taylor fic #roger taylor x reader #but you can never leave fic #but you can never leave #but you can never leave series #queen fic

[psychosistr]

Mending the Broken- Chapter 5

Summary:  Jonathan's healing is interrupted yet again by Dio's sadism as he uses Speedwagon's suffering to further taunt the bound warrior. When he gets the chance, though, can Jojo do something to ease the other man's pain?

Notes:  Okay, we are clear of the dubious consent territory, but there's still a little more manipulation and Dio's d!cketry to be dealt with.

-First Chapter-

Jonathan wasn’t sure how long they had been locked up. It was hard to keep track of time with no source of light other than the ever dwindling candle by the door that had already been replaced twice by one of Dio’s minions. The progress in healing his arms was slower than he would have liked, but they were still recovering faster than they would have without the use of hamon.

Unfortunately, the waiting meant that Dio came by fairly frequently to further humiliate, harm, and degrade Speedwagon for his own sick amusement and to further add to Jonathan’s own suffering. Plus, every time he came, he would drain a little more blood from Speedwagon’s body, leaving him paler and weaker than before. Jonathan was being forced to sit and watch not only his beloved Speedwagon’s degradation, but to see him slowly dying without being able to do anything about it.

There were times when Jonathan began to wonder if he would be able to get free in time to save Speedwagon. What if he could not escape, even with his arms healed? What if Dio found out about what he was doing and decided to kill Speedwagon instantly just to hurt Jonathan in the cruelest way possible? Then, there was the question that frightened Jonathan the most…

What if he could not save Speedwagon from Dio’s control? What if..if it was too late and he truly was gone, leaving only an empty husk behind, as Dio claimed?

Those thoughts were the most terrifying. Jonathan did not want to believe that such a thing was true, but it was growing harder to deny the possibility the more time he spent watching Speedwagon. His eyes never had any spark of reaction to anything that Jonathan said or did. He would not even move or speak unless Dio was in the room. Until Dio came in, all Speedwagon would do was sit in place and weep silently. All of that was so far from the Speedwagon that Jonathan had come to know and love.

Ah..yes..the other thing that made his imprisonment all the more challenging…

Love.

After much thought, Jonathan had come to the conclusion that, yes, he was indeed as in love with Speedwagon as he was with Erina. When he thought of the other man, his heart swelled with both affection and the gripping realization that, should they escape this ordeal, they would have much to discuss both between themselves and with Erina. Jonathan wasn’t sure how to feel about that, as he didn’t know how the other two would react to his revelation. Would Erina think him unfaithful and leave him? Would Speedwagon think any less of him for loving both people at once? Would Jonathan think any less of HIMSELF for it? He wasn’t sure about any of it…

Jonathan’s attention was drawn to the door as it opened, Dio sauntering in with a bowl gripped in one hand. He glared daggers at the vampire as he sat in his chair facing Jonathan. “……”

Dio smirked down at Jonathan as he crossed one leg over the other. “Oh, do not give me such a hostile look, Jojo- I’ve come bearing a gift this time.” He ignored the way Speedwagon, as usual, sprung to life and began desperately holding onto him and groveling at his feet until Dio sated him with a pat to the head. “I figured you must be hungry by now, so I had one of my servants whip something up for you in the kitchen.” He held the bowl low enough for Jonathan to see the contents- it appeared to be piping hot beef stew with carrots and potatoes. “Not as glamorous as what you usually dine on, I know, but I believe it should sustain you for a bit longer.” He chuckled darkly as he looked down on Jonathan (in both the literal AND figurative sense). “After all, we can’t have you simply starving to death and ending our little game so soon now, can we?”

Jonathan continued to glare, his hands curling into fists but his arms still unable to move due to his not-fully healed injuries. “And what would you have me do in this state- eat from the bowl like a dog?”

Dio tilted his head in a faux-thoughtful gesture. “Hm, perhaps another time..” He handed the bowl down to Speedwagon, who instantly took it without question. “No, my pet shall feed you since you are unable to do so yourself.” That was all? That seemed too simple for Dio- “Oh, I nearly forgot.” He reached down and pulled the metal spoon out of the bowl with a devilish grin. “Make sure he eats every bite, my pet- but pull the pieces out individually so he does not choke on them.” Ah, yes, that seemed more like the bastard Jonathan had come to know…

“Yes, Lord Dio.” Speedwagon responded autonomously as he crawled over to Jonathan, careful not to spill the contents of the bowl. He kneeled between Jonathan’s legs and reached into the piping hot liquid to pull out a piece of meat. His face remained blank as ever, but Jonathan could see the pain he was in by the tensing of his body and the way his fingers turned red. He pressed the piece of meat to Jonathan’s lips until the other opened them and ate the offered bite of food. As soon as the meat was out of his grasp, Speedwagon reached in and pulled out a piece of potato next and held it, heedless of the burns forming on his fingers as he waited for Jonathan to take the next bite.

The soup tasted terrible. The meat was overcooked and both it and the vegetables had a terrible flavor, likely spoiled or rotted, knowing Dio. Nevertheless, Jonathan did his best to eat each horrid bite as quickly as possible for the sake of not making Speedwagon burn himself more than necessary. Still, with each piece, the other’s fingers grew raw and red and were even starting to turn white as the burns worsened. He could not stand to see his beloved in so much pain…

A thought occurred to Jonathan suddenly. He had to be careful, though, or Dio would catch on and grow wise to how Jonathan was spending his time in the vampire’s absence.

“Ahh..” Jonathan disguised the subtle and shallow intake of breath as a means to cool down the slimy bite of carrot in his mouth. Carefully focusing the small amount of hamon he gathered from the breath back into his mouth, he swallowed and opened his mouth to accept another piece of carrot from Speedwagon’s waiting fingers. When the burned skin came in contact with his lips, Jonathan carefully channeled the healing ripple from his mouth into Speedwagon’s reddened fingertips. “Nhh..”

“……” Speedwagon paused for a second at the feeling. He did not say anything, but his hand twitched slightly and, for the briefest of moments, Jonathan could have sworn he saw something change in the murky brown depths of his friend’s eyes. Just as soon as it was there, though, it was gone again, so fast that it may have just been a trick of the light or Jonathan’s own hopeful imagination.

Still, Jonathan kept up the routine. He would take in small breaths and charge a minuscule amount of hamon within himself, then, when Speedwagon’s fingers were close enough, he would kiss them gently while taking the offered bite of food and sending a healing ripple through them to ease the other’s pain. The pattern continued until all that remained was the broth.

Speedwagon looked back to Dio for his next command and Dio finally tossed the spoon to him, the broth now lukewarm from how long it took to pick the pieces out. “Go on, I do not have all night to waste down here.”

“Yes, Lord Dio.” Speedwagon replied again as he scooped up spoonful’s of the broth and fed them to Jonathan. The broth was just as vile as the solid pieces were, but Jonathan did his best to drink it all.

As it went on, though, Speedwagon’s hand holding the spoon- the same one that had the slightly healed burns on it- trembled. Jonathan worried that Speedwagon was still in pain. Or, perhaps, he was feeling weak- he had not seen the other man eat even once since they’d been imprisoned, and having Dio constantly draining his blood likely didn’t help matters any.

After Jonathan finished the last spoonful of broth, the trembling in Speedwagon’s hand caused him to drop the spoon. Reaching down to retrieve it put his face extremely close to Jonathan’s without him seeming to realize it.

Jonathan, however, did realize it…

He did not know what possessed him to try what he did. Perhaps it was instincts guided by his hamon training. Perhaps it was the desperate need to feel human contact again. Perhaps it was love and the desire to comfort his beloved in some small way.

Whatever the reason, Jonathan acted quickly. He took in a quick breath as he had before, charged a small amount of hamon into his mouth, then, when Speedwagon’s head tilted up after retrieving the spoon, Jonathan surged forward as much as his bonds would allow and kissed him, allowing the hamon to pass from his lips to Speedwagon’s.

“Mh..” Speedwagon made a slight noise in the back of his throat at the sudden action. Whether from surprise or pleasure it was hard to say, but it was a reaction all the same. Although he did not offer any physical reaction to the kiss, he did not pull away either, and Jonathan took that as a good sign.

Jonathan continued the kiss for as long as possible until the tightening of the collar forced him back against the wall with a choked gasp. “Ack!” He tried to regulate his breathing as he’d learned to do recently until it relented.

Dio cocked an eyebrow at the pair on the floor. “And what was that supposed to be, Jojo? Hoping to wake your ‘sleeping beauty’ with ‘true love’s kiss’? I have already told you- nothing you do will get through to that broken shell of a man.” He snapped his fingers. “Bring the bowl back for me, my pet.”

Speedwagon held the bowl and spoon in his hands and prepared to turn back to Dio. Before he did so, however, clouded brown eyes met deep blue ones and Speedwagon’s lips moved in a silent way that only Jonathan could read- his eyes widening slightly at what he saw:

Though no words were spoken and his facial expression did not change, Speedwagon mouthed the words “Help me” while looking Jonathan right in the eyes.

Speedwagon then quickly crawled back to Dio and held the bowl up for him, that desperate smile of his in place as he asked for Dio’s approval. “Did I do well, Lord Dio?”

Dio chuckled and patted Speedwagon’s head. “Indeed you did, my pet.” He took the bowl and spoon from Speedwagon’s waiting hands and moved to stand. “Now then, I shall return la-” He was stopped by an urgent knock on the heavy door.

“Lord Dio!” One of his minions called from the other side. “A few humans have been spotted in town- they have been able to fight back against our soldiers!”

Dio scowled and stood up. “Hmph..more nuisances to be dealt with…” From his standing position with his head turned towards the door, Dio did not see Speedwagon’s movements. From his seated position on the floor, though, Jonathan did: He watched as Speedwagon stealthily, without Dio noticing a thing, took the spoon from the bowl and placed it behind one of the chair legs and out of Dio’s line of sight. “I shall return after this problem is dealt with.” Dio grabbed the bowl, unaware of what was missing and headed for the door. “You are not to move nor speak until I return, my pet.” Dio commanded as he left.

“Yes, Lord Dio. Anythin’ ya say…” Speedwagon sat by the chair obediently as the door closed.

Jonathan sat silently for a while, looking at Speedwagon with wide, disbelieving eyes. He felt a tear form in one of his eyes before spilling over and trailing slowly down his cheek.

He couldn’t believe it, but was overwhelmingly relieved- Speedwagon was still in there! His silent plea for help and the subtle way in which he’d indirectly deceived Dio confirmed it for Jonathan.

“Speedwagon..” Jonathan’s voice trembled as he fought to restrain any other tears that wished to fall like the last one. “Speedwagon, I know you are in there somewhere. If you can hear me, know that I will get you out of here soon- I swear it.”

“……” As always, Speedwagon remained mute and immobile, save for a few tears that fell across his face as he wept silently.

Jonathan closed his eyes and began focusing his breathing to build up hamon and heal his arms. His will to escape was renewed and more than doubled now: His beloved friend was fighting his own battle, but needed his help, and Jonathan would not fail him, not this time..not ever again…

<-Previous Chapter Next Chapter->

End Notes:  There is hope! Things get better in the next chapter!

#JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #jonathan joestar #robert edward o speedwagon #jonawagon #dio #mending the broken

[violetsystems]

I’m definitely not going to write anything long form this morning. Maybe tomorrow. Something in my workout routine is dragging my muscles to hell in the most sore way possible. That happens when you work out everyday I guess. Light blogging only today. Doctor’s orders. If I had decent health coverage. Definitely not when it comes to mental health right now without a hard referral. So let’s skip all the pre screening and just play doctor instead. It hurts all over. No I don’t need an enema thank you. Maybe a ball shaving. Disco ball that is. I did make chicken and mashed potatoes last night. If your life is ever fucked up enough to question reality and space time around you at all times? Boil some potatoes. Mash em. Cook em in a stew for all I care. Chicken soup for the soup? Give me starch over renderings any day. A little salt, butter and oat milk with skin of the potato mashed and intact. I didn’t have any garlic on hand because I’m a literal vampire. I should change that. You have to make sure to sprinkle the chicken with some saffron and cinnamon before you brag about putting it in the air fryer. At least that’s easy to digest. More so than me ranting for three paragraphs about my emotional labor. A labor of love for you mon cheri. My beloved mutuals. 😇

[unwritrecipes]

10 Cozy Things To Make Right Now

Maybe it’s an occupational hazard, maybe just an annoying personality trait😘 but in my perpetual search for the next great recipe out there, I’ve given short shrift to some of our most tried and true favorites around here. And that’s a real shame because there are some beloved recipes that I haven’t made in years!

What a fickle creature I am! At least that’s what it seemed like when I scrolled through my Recipe Index over the weekend. Well no more! It’s time to revisit some delicious old friends!

So without further ado, and in no particular order, here are some cold weather dishes/drinks/desserts etc that are guaranteed to keep you warm, well-fed and dare I say, in these very trying times, even happy!

1. Spring Minestrone with Mini-Chicken Meatballs—this is what started me reminiscing—After forgetting about this wonderful since 2016, I made it again a week ago and we loved it so, so much! Honestly, this might be my favorite soup ever! It’s satisfying without being heavy, immensely flavorful and the mini-meatballs are pure fun. This time I subbed in zucchini for the spinach and my daughter thinks that I should be making it a permanent change!! Oh, and ignore the “spring” in the title—it’s the perfect winter dish!

2. Amazing Soy Braised Short Ribs—why oh why, have I put this recipe aside? The meat cooks in an apple juice/mirin/soy sauce mixture, makes your house smell heavenly and literally melts in your mouth! I must make this again before the winter is over!!!

3. Creamy White Chicken Chili— Over the years, on these very pages, I’ve repeatedly professed just how much of a chili hater I am…and yet I find myself craving this! It’s the chili for chili-haters! Mildly spicy, full of tender white meat chicken and white beans and topped with addictively crispy homemade tortilla strips. YUM!!

4. Winter Vegetable Chowder—creamy, hearty, and chock full of interesting winter veggies like rutabaga and celeriac, this wonderful vegetarian soup has you cut those veggies into “attractive pieces”. Geez, I’ve been missing the fun for far too long!!!

5. Israeli Couscous with Mushrooms, Peas and Sweet Potato Sauce—I remember loving this a ton when I first made it—even vowed to make it part of my regular repertoire—but sadly it’s never graced our table since! So much for the best of intentions! Will definitely be making this again as I just found a container of Israeli couscous buried in my pantry!

6. Amazing Sweet Potato Nachos—With the Super Bowl only a couple of weeks away, these seem entirely appropriate and we can convince ourselves that we’re being healthy—after all, we are using sweet potatoes instead of taco chips. We’ll just forget about all the cheese and sour cream!!

7. Baked Oatmeal—when first discovered this, I made it week after week, till we all noticed our pants getting tight because we couldn’t stop nibbling on it, but I think our collective household willpower has significantly improved (fingers crossed!) Having this all ready to go and simply having to pop it into the microwave on chilly mornings is truly a lifesaver!!

8. Skinny Frothy White Hot Chocolate—I’m not the hugest fan of hot chocolate (it kinda hurts my stomach) nor do I really like white chocolate, but this combo is fabulous and light and I really, really want some RIGHT NOW!!! It is seriously frigid outside!!!

9. Baked Chocolate Pudding Cakes with Vanilla Whipped Cream—a warm, gooey, chocolatey portion-controlled dessert sounds like the absolutely perfect ending to a cold winter night and who can say no to a dollop (or two) of vanilla whipped cream?!! This could be a great Valentine’s treat…just sayin’.

10. Farina Pudding “Pappchen”—this was my Grammie’s specialty—it’s creamy, light and full of lemony, farina goodness. She generally served it cold for dessert, topped with raspberries in syrup, but I like it better hot without any topping for breakfast. It’s so simple and brings back so many happy memories for me. If you’ve never tried farina pudding before I urge you to give this a go!

AND

These Brown Sugar Pecan Shortbread—I had to include a cookie, guys! They’re one of the very first things I blogged here, over 6 years ago. Don’t let the awful photo dissuade you—they are simply wonderful with a cup of tea or coffee!!

What are you making to keep warm? I’d love to know!!

[loving-jack-kelly]

I Live in Nightvale

Reasons why my town is actually Nightvale:

One time somebody stole a bowl of soup. We know this because my family came home to a dirty bowl in the sink and our crock pot lid off. We don’t know who stole the soup or why, but nobody had been home all day.

A moose fell in an old well and couldn't be saved. A local family took it home and ate it, we think.

I have a cousin who disappears into the woods with nothing but a bear skin sometimes and reemerges after a few days.

The same cousin has such a high pain tolerance that he fell fifteen feet out of a tree onto a bucket and slipped three disks in his back and yet wasn't in enough pain to go see a doctor for three years.

 “Do not go into the woods next to the playground, unless you are on the path. Only enter the path with a teacher. Do not ever leave the path. If you enter the woods and get hurt, it’s your fault.” (A message from the teachers of the only school that was given the first day of school every year)

 “The birds fly into the windows often, it’s okay. Ashton, go put the bird in the woods, but keep yourself out.” (eighth grade english)

 There’s a carnival every year. All the same people run the same booths and same rides in the same spots every year. One year the swings didn't come. Now nobody mentions the swings. One time I mentioned how much my older sister used to love the swings and she looked at me blankly. We literally don't talk about the swings anymore.

 We have a first selectman instead of a mayor. Wade Cole has been our first selectman for literally longer than I’ve been alive. Nobody runs against him. Last year somebody ran against him and lost, and now he’s moved out of town. Wade Cole is still our first selectman.

 We have as many churches than other public spaces combined. Three churches. One restaurant, one post office, one public library. The library barely counts, as it’s open four hours a week.

 Mr. Welcome has always been the social studies teacher. He teaches math once in a while. He used to keep a pig’s brain in the freezer. Or maybe it was a cow’s brain. The story changes every time we ask.

 One school, pre k to eighth. 200 kids, just about. And yet, nobody’s parents are in the PTO. Who is in the PTO? Not my mom, who’s also a teacher. Not my dad, either. Not any of my friends’ parents.

 There used to be a store and a gas station. It burned down. Now nothing is there. There is grass and then a church on one side and a cemetery on the other. Nothing but grass where the store used to be though.

 The bears wake up every spring. Most people take their bird feeders down so the bears don’t get them. Aunt Liz leaves hers up, bears are common on our road.

 Everyone is Norwegian, and everyone is related. We have the norwegian festival every winter to celebrate how Norwegian we are. One time a man got up and sang in Swedish at our Norwegian fest. He’s not allowed to sing at the Norwegian fest anymore.

 Mr. A drives a fifteen passenger van with tinted windows. Mr. A gives rides to schoolchildren in his van. But Mr. A is a beloved member of the community, loved and trusted by literally everyone. The van is a symbol of his large family, also loved by the community. Mr. A is my favorite person.

 Plays I participated in in middle school:

  “Joust” (King Arthur but with boomwhackers instead of swords. Boomwhackers are hollow plastic tubes that play a note when you hit something with them. We harmonized with the boomwhackers. I was a knight called Sir Prize)

  “Attack of the Killer Grasshoppers” (A skin cream turned members of a school science fair into giant grasshoppers. Potatoes painted green turned them back into people. I played a deaf old janitor named Mr. Stardrifter)

  “Magic Tree House” (Actually normal. I was Jack. It was awesome.)

  “The Ever After” (A talk show reuniting and reconciling fairy tale heroes and villains. I was the sleazy talk show host. By far my best middle school role. My name was Monteray Jack Chesterfield Williamson III)

 “One time I saw Hunter C. in the woods. He was eating a tree. Hunter C. is cRaZy!” (one of the many Hunter C. memes. Hunter C. was strange)

 Crazy hair day equals most people use washable hair dye, one person per grade is Pippi Longstocking, somebody does the bottle up do thing. At least one boy does a Mr. Welcome hairdo. One person doesn't do anything and is ignored all day.

 Candy on Fridays except when there wasn't school unless it was a good friday and then you get candy anyway because after all, Candy on Fridays.

 In the summer the swing mats from the school playground always go missing. One end up in the orange math game thingy that nobody uses. Nobody knows who’s doing it, but it happens every year.

 The Lego Man who lives in the brown house. Nobody knows his name but sometimes he leaves packages of Legos on his driveway for the kids. He works for Lego. We aren't sure who he is.

 There’s these little wooden houses? Everyone has at least one, usually of the Coach and Four? But like? Nobody I’ve ever asked has been able to say where they come from? But everyone has one.

 Last winter every town around had at least six inches of snow. I spent Christmas in a sweatshirt. No snow. Usually we get way more snow than the surrounding towns. We were in a weather bubble or something.

Also weather related, driving up from the town I go to high school in, there’s a corner. One specific corner. If you watch your car’s thermometer, when you go around the corner, the temperature drops a least five degrees every time.

 I’m related to literally half the town. Of the around 1000 households in town, 500 of them are related to me. My grandpa counted.

Uncle Arnie man. My Uncle Arnie died when I was like six and then I replaced him. With some random guy who went to my church. I called this man Uncle Arnie for years. Literally until I was like fifteen. I found out Uncle Arnie died last year. I’ve been calling Ray, Uncle Arnie for nine years, and nobody corrected me. I found out because he spoke in church and his name is Ray. Not Arnie. His wife is not my Tante Ruthie. I don't even know who she is, but I’ve been calling her Tante Ruthie. Nobody corrected me. For nine. Years.

#Asper talks too much #txting #by the request of the school fam namely Haze and Soph #and Vic and Gavi #so here it is the masterpost of hartland is weird