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queenofcats17 · 5 years

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The Ink Demonth 9

Today is fave ship. Which was a little hard to decide. ^^” The alternative was beach day, so I’m gonna cram a bunch of my favorite ships in here

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"I still don’t see why I have to do this.”

“It’s fun, Sammy. You do remember what fun is, don’t you?”

Sammy groaned, slumping back in his seat. He, Susie, Wally, Shawn, Allison, and Tom were crammed in a van, on their way to spend a few days at the beach. Allison’s family had a lake house on the shore of Lake Ontario, so she’d invited them all to join her and Tom there for the weekend. Tom was the only one who’d had a van big enough, so they were in his car and he was the one driving. He didn’t trust anyone beside Allison to drive and Allison was currently sleeping since she’d had a late night recording.

“Sitting in the sand all day isn’t exactly my idea of fun,” Sammy grumbled, folding his arms.

“You can come swimming with us,” Wally said. “Water washes off sand, y’know.” To everyone’s surprise, Wally had been most excited about the prospect of swimming in the lake. None of them had really pegged him as the swimming type.

“That is definitely true.” Shawn tried to stifle a snicker. “Water definitely does wash off sand.” Wally narrowed his eyes, sticking his tongue out at his boyfriend. Shawn responded by sweeping him into his arms and cooing about how cute he was.

“Such a cutie. My little sunshine teddy bear.”

“Shawn!” Wally whined, squirming around. “C’mon! You’re embarrassing me.”

“Oh! Yes!” Susie clapped her hands together, completely ignoring Shawn and Wally. “I’ve always wanted to go swimming with you, but you keep making excuses.”

“You know how to swim, right?” Tom asked, his gaze flicking to Sammy in the rearview mirror.

“Wha-?! Of course I know how to swim!” Sammy sputtered, going bright red. Allison stirred in the passenger seat, prompting Tom to shoot Sammy a warning look.

“I know how to swim,” Sammy muttered.

“You’re protesting a helluva lot, though,” Shawn said with a mischevious grin. “Kinda makes you think of that Shakespeare quote.”

“The lady doth protest too much, methinks.” Susie put on a dramatic voice, one hand on her chest, before she devolved into giggles.

“You’re the worst. All of you.” Sammy hunched further in his seat, huffing indignantly.

“If it really bothers you, we can stop,” Wally said, his smile fading a bit.

“....It’s fine.” Sammy fixed his gaze on the window. “You don’t need to stop.” Susie lit up, hugging Sammy as best she could.

“You can pretend all you like, but you really are a softie~” She kissed his cheek. Sammy started sputtering again, desperately trying Tom snorted to himself, glancing at Allison in the passenger seat. He hadn’t been thrilled when Allison had suggested the others join them at the lake house, but it was fun to watch them interact. Outside of the pressures of the studio, they were actually rather pleasant to be around.

It was another hour or so before they reached the lake house, during which time Allison woke up. She started chatting with Tom, making sure he wasn’t feeling left out. Tom wasn’t all that talkative, so it was hard to properly hold a conversation with him. So Allison mostly just talked about her day and how things were going at Archgate Films. Tom was more than happy with this. He could honestly listen to her talk for hours.

“Wait, you’re voicing that new princess character?” Susie asked, scooting forward so she could join the conversation. “Congratulations!”

“Oh, um, thank you.” Allison smiled sheepishly.

“I’m sure you’ll do wonderfully,” Susie said. There was a hint of shame in her expression and voice. Shame from the way she’d treated Allison at the studio. Noticing this, Sammy gently took her hand, drawing her back and into his arms. Susie offered no resistance, resting against his chest until they got to the beach.

“We’re here,” Tom announced, parking the car.

“Wha-?” Shawn looked around blearily. He and Wally had fallen asleep during the last hour. Wally was still asleep, actually, drooling onto Shawn’s shoulder. Shawn was a little sad he’d fallen asleep as well. He liked watching Wally sleep. Not for any creepy reasons, he just thought Wally looked adorable when he was sleeping.

“Are we all staying in one cabin?” Susie asked as they all got out of the car.

“We only really have one house, so yes,” Allison replied, going to the trunk to get out the luggage. “But there are separate bedrooms.”

“I can sleep on the floor if you want,” Wally popped his head out of the van. “I’ve done it before.” He’d lost his hat while he was sleeping, so his hair was sticking up at all angles. When he noticed it was gone, he disappeared back into the van to find it, only exiting when it was back on his head.

“We can both sleep on the floor,” Shawn said, snaking an arm around Wally’s shoulder. “I’m not letting you do that alone.”

“You’re not sleeping on the floor.” Tom gave them a look. “That’s bad for your back.”

“I’m guessing you know that from experience,” Sammy said with a knowing nod. Tom avoided his gaze, shoving Sammy’s suitcase at him.

“We’ll pick bedrooms and then we can do some swimming.” Allison started down the path to the house.

“I’m burying whoever falls asleep,” Wally whispered to Susie and Shawn as they followed her.

“Sammy and Tom will both kill you if you do that to them,” Susie whispered back, although her gleeful expression said that she would absolutely help him. Thankfully, Sammy and Tom were far enough away that they didn’t hear the plans of the little chaos gremlins.

The lake house was a decent sized house a little off the beach. It had belonged to Allison’s great grandfather at one point and when she’d been young her family had gone to it nearly every year. That had eventually stopped, but the house was still in good condition. It looked a bit a cottage out of a fairytale, especially with the ivy growing up the sides.

“Nice place,” Shawn remarked.

“Thanks.” Allison pulled out her keys, sifting through a few before she finally found the right one. “Here we are.” She fitted it into the lock and opened the door. Wally was the first one in, his eyes wide as he took in his surroundings.

“This place is huge!” He yelled, running around the living room.

“I mean, it’s not that big,” Allison said, starting to step forward to stop him.

“Let him have this.” Shawn put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her back. He watched Wally with a tender, lovestruck smile.

“Why is he like this?” Sammy rolled his eyes.

“Oh, come on.” Susie gently poked him. “Don’t you remember how excited you got when I snagged tickets to that Nutcracker performance?”

“You swore you would never mention that again.” Sammy hissed, his face going bright red.

“But it was so cute!” Susie said. “You have such a wonderful smile!” Out of the corner of his eye, Sammy saw Allison and Tom exchange a soft smile and a quiet laugh.

“You’re all awful.” He muttered.

Once Wally stopped running around, they figured out who got which bedroom. Tom laid claim to the biggest bedroom because this house belonged to his wife. Allison just sighed and went with it, apologizing to everyone else. Wally and Shawn shrugged it off, claiming the room that had stars painted on the ceiling. Susie and Sammy chose the room that had a view of the lake.

After putting their luggage away, they put on their swimsuits and headed out to have a little fun before it got dark. Sammy was tentative about getting in the water, especially after Wally and Shawn splashed him with some water, but Susie eventually coaxed him in.

“It’s so cold!” He yelped as soon as his feet touched the water. Immediately, he remembered the studio. Being stuck in that cold void, all alone. It was so cold. It was always so cold.

“Lake water does tend to be cold.” Allison hid her smile behind her book. She and Tom weren’t getting in the water themselves. Allison was tired and Tom didn’t want to swim while Wally and Shawn were in the water. He just knew Wally would try and drag him under when he least expected it.

“Don’t worry, I’m here for you,” Susie whispered, squeezing Sammy’s hand comfortingly. She knew that the cold reminded him of the ink at the studio. Sammy relaxed at her touch, his shoulders lowering. Susie smiled, rubbing her thumb over the skin of his hand.

“Hey hey!” Wally’s voice drew their attention away from Sammy’s troubles. He’d found some plants in the water and had draped it over his head like a hat.

“I’m a sea witch!” Wally proclaimed, making a nasty face.

“I found sticks to make horns!” Shawn surfaced from the water with two pieces of driftwood.

“They’re like little kids.” Tom sighed, although he was smiling.

“They’re having fun.” Allison laughed.

Shawn had decided he would be the sea witch’s minion. They were terrorizing the beautiful Princess Susie, whose only protection was her gallant knight, Sammy. Sammy initially resisted getting involved in their game, although he eventually relented. Allison's heart felt warm as she watched the four of them utterly lose themselves in their game. They all looked so happy. Even Sammy was enjoying himself, although she wasn’t surprised. He was such a ham.

“Thank you for agreeing to let them come along.” She leaned over to kiss Tom’s cheek. “I think we all needed this.”

“We all probably did.” Tom turned his head to return the kiss.

By the time darkness fell, they were all tired out. Tom had indeed fallen asleep and, predictably, Wally and Shawn had taken this opportunity to bury him. Tom was less than pleased by this when Allison woke him up, stomping inside to shower and get the sand off of himself. But they were all happy. It had been a good day.

#bendy and the ink machine #fanfiction #the ink demonth #sammy lawrence #susie campbell #sammy x susie #wally franks #shawn flynn #shawn x wally #allison pendle #thomas connor #allison x tom

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What's your go-to dinner when it's stupid hot outside?

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What's your go-to dinner when it's stupid hot outside?

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Throughout much of the country right now it’s hotter than a four-peckered billy goat, and all we’d like to do is lounge in our underoos and eat popsicles for dinner. The Takeout staff, of course, comprises of responsible adults—we’re advocates of a well-balanced meal, as opposed to deriving our caloric intake solely from orange dreamsicles.

So this inspired a discussion about foods to eat when it’s stupid hot outside. Pot roast, no. Salads, yes. Roast chicken, maybe? Why do some dishes feel more appropriate than others? To me it comes down to several things, and it’s not just about the temperature of the dish. A great summer dish, methinks, is about lightness and brightness. To mix my metaphors, I’m looking for food with more treble than bass. Anything with a nice hit of acid—a dish that requires a squeeze of citrus—is hot-weather appropriate, so a Baja-style fish taco or seafood ceviche hits the spot. I also think Japanese tempura, though deep fried, makes for a great hot-weather dish: It’s gossamer light and the tempura dipping sauce is cooling with nice upper-register tang. Let’s see what the rest of our staff thinks. [Kevin Pang]

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When it’s thighs-sticking-to-the-lawn-chair hot, I become a master of cold grain salads, a.k.a. quinoa or farro or barley mixed with a bunch of other stuff. The only heat involved is for boiling the grains, which you can do in a big batch and keep in the fridge. Then, I add whatever veggies looked good at the farmer’s market; this week it was kale and snap peas. Then, I sprinkle in an irresponsible amount of crumbled goat cheese, plus some herbs if I have them, and a quick vinaigrette dressing. Boom—a dinner that’s healthy, cool, and really filling, even if you don’t add shredded chicken. [Kate Bernot]

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Even with all my years of adulthood, I’ve only had central air for the past few years, as I am historically drawn to vintage buildings equipped with clanky radiators and few ceiling fans. To make matters even worse, I absolutely wilt in the heat; summer is my least favorite season (winner by a sizable margin: autumn). Trapped in a small kitchen wearing the lightest clothes possible and drowning in sweat, often I’m not even really that hungry—as opposed to winter, when I can polish off a Stouffers’ frozen family lasagna easily. So often in summertime, I make my dinner light as well: I eat like a French person. A hunk of crusty bread; some pricey, smelly cheese, like Camembert; prosciutto and/or salami; and some fruit (cantaloupe or berries) and vegetables (well, olives) to round it all out. My indoor supper picnic satiates me, doesn’t heat up my kitchen (or anything else), and makes me feel cosmopolitan, like I’m about to knock off a few chapters of Hemingway’s A Movable Feast while smoking a clove cigarette. In actuality, I’m probably going to watch Kimmy Schmidt again after chipping a freezer-burned popsicle out of my icebox for dessert, but we all have to do what we need to to get through the summer. [Gwen Ihnat]

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The easy-to-the-point-of-boring answer is a bratwurst with fancy-ass mustard—I’m currently low-key obsessed with the Oberon brats from Finn’s Ranch, which sets up shop at my local farmer’s market. But one cannot live on encased meats alone, and when it’s really hot, I usually crave cold noodles with peanut sauce. I use Mark Bittman’s recipe, which is insanely simple, and I make it a little on the spicy side. It’s so easy and so good that if I had any sense at all, I’d keep that sauce in the fridge at all times. [Allison Shoemaker]

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