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twinkinspector · 1 year

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I posted 1,272 times in 2022

That's 1,272 more posts than 2021!

526 posts created (41%)

746 posts reblogged (59%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@strawberrystepmom

@shin-kam-eve

@vampyrsm

@cyancherub

@medusashima

I tagged 1,190 of my posts in 2022

Only 6% of my posts had no tags

#rb - 420 posts

#evening - 337 posts

#bnha - 95 posts

#evening q - 60 posts

#highposting - 52 posts

#evening witch hours - 46 posts

#denki - 37 posts

#srb - 35 posts

#shinsou - 34 posts

#evening astrology - 32 posts

Longest Tag: 89 characters

#it was a running joke in college that you’re not actually my friend if we hadn’t made out

My Top Posts in 2022:

rub ur tits on mine pls (platonic)

79 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

kami would get a matching tattoo with you SO FAST

88 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

❥ author’s note: this has been in my drafts for way too long and i NEED to post it

❥ pairing: kaminari denki x fem!reader

❥ summary: you only came to this party for him. so when he suggests you hide away from the crowd, you have no choice but to accept.

❥ word count: 2.9k

❥ warnings: oral (m and f receiving), alcohol, parties, weed, “pretty girl”

❥ as always, i love interacting so feel free to rb and leave me some tags/comments/asks! oh, and here’s my masterlist! luv u, kiss kiss

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119 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

cranky man with his silly little friend is very important to me

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261 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

just thinking about kiribaku and how they had no choice but to be poly.

bakugou loves kirishima with everything he has, but there’s “no way he could give up pussy.”

there’s “no way he could give up tits.”

(bakugo is definitely a tit guy, don’t @ me)

kiri is so nice that everyone wants a piece of him. he’s accidentally hooked up with more of his friends than he can count.

kirishima has a crush on almost everyone. and he knows that he has so much love to give.

plus, threesomes are their favorite.

so they had no choice… no choice but to bully both of their cocks into you. no choice but to make you take them both, drooling from both sets of plush lips.

kiri loves to fuck your throat, knowing his massive cock would stretch you out too much if he dove into your tight little pussy first.

bakugou loves to pound into you from behind, the sound of slapping skin filling the room.

tears are streaming down your face. but you aren’t sure if it’s from kiri's massive dick cutting off your air supply or bakugou's aggressive thrusts bruising your cervix.

when it’s time to change positions, they flip you over onto your back. kiri positions himself between your legs, slowly easing into your pussy. bakugou sits on your tummy and squeezes your tits together, spitting on your chest to lube everything up even more. he messily thrusts up between your breasts, and you lick the tip when you get the chance. all the while, kiri is in the perfect spot to play with bakugou's tight hole, just begging for attention.

when it’s all said and done, bakugou cums all over your pretty face, and kiri fills up your little pussy until you’re leaking all over the sheets.

and that’s why threesomes are their favorite.

❥ as always, i love interacting so feel free to rb and leave me some tags/comments/asks! oh, and here’s my masterlist! luv u, kiss kiss

442 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #i love this actually #even though this account is like brand new

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thedaveandkimmershow · 7 months

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SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 10

With my first alarm having tripped at 330AM and our previous night having been lengthened by that healthy bit of Back to the Future 3, we couldn't have got more than four hours of sleep. If that.

Still, the reality of catching our flight brought us to immediate lucidity and we were out the door by 420.

The DoubleTree's not more than five minutes from Doug Fox Parking and, since the shuttle snaps us right up and delivers us to the terminal, we check our bags in by 445. That's fifteen minutes before our Spot Saver appointment that cuts us to the front of the TSA check point line. Unfortunately, Spot Saver actually starts service at 5AM and the person who's supposed to run it isn't there yet. Isn't there yet.

Isn't there yet.

So we bail and get through the TSA check point in less time than we were standing around waiting for Spot Saver to open.

Go figure.

We're through the check point by 515, boarded a little after 545, and by 6 I'm already starting to nod off again, spending this first leg of our flight somewhere between fully awake... and fully asleep.

We manage a quick change of flight in Denver then we're in the air again, reaching Orlando a touch after five in the afternoon. We spent that flight, by the way, studying (Kimmer) and reading (me).

From Orlando International Airport (MCO), we hitch a Lyft. Actually... no we don't. We summon a Lyft whose ETA keeps changing, stretching 7 minutes into 30. And when the app indicates our ride's arrived?

Yeah. We can't find it, subsequently getting a call from the driver that they're on the level above us (departures) and can't find the route down to us. At which point both the driver and I decide this was not meant to be and I summon an Uber instead that shows up five minutes later.

The Uber driver's from Haiti and, as with a number of drivers from countries currently undergoing or having undergone outright war or violent oppression, his story is at times a bitter pill. There's more to him that just the negative, of course. He has family that's here in the States right now. I think his dad's the only member of the family who's staying put because he's very much an I was born here, I'm gonna die here kind of human being.

By 'n by, we bid each other fare thee wells at Universal's Endless Summer Dockside Resort. We stayed here a couple nights last year, spending a day in Universal Studios theme park before heading off to immerse ourselves in Disney which, as it turns out, sort of cured us of Disney for awhile, so now its all Universal all the time for us for the foreseeable future.

Now, the line to check in's kinda long but there's a family with a baby in a stroller ahead of us so we amuse ourselves (and the baby) by waving and making faces. The baby has an older brother who also serves as entertainment and, before you know it, we're at the desk checking in.

We don't realize it until later when we open the door to our room that the super nice person who checked us in also upgraded us to a suite after handing us a pair of buttons to commemorate our 31st wedding anniversary. She even wrote out 31st Anniversary by hand with a Sharpie. And she recommended what she considers to be one of the best taco restaurants around because Kimmer mentioned her love of authentic Mexican food.

By the time we're squared away in our room, it's coming up on 8 which is pretty all right because we've had a long day and we choose to end it as if we were home: with an episode of Madame Secretary and continuing a Harry Potter movie. In this case it's the beginning of Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows Part 1 where they're all set to take off from Number 4 Privet Drive, attempting to confuse and avoid Death Eaters.

At some point in there... we fall asleep.

And then at some other point I wake up briefly, use the remote to turn off the TV, then fall back asleep again.

Thus endeth our first day in Orlando.

🙂

#wedding anniversary #celebration #vacation #orlando #universal #endless summer dockside #travel #air travel

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kendal111 · 2 years

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wow

why has trying to find a place this summer been such a fucking shitshow?????

im running out of time damnit, can i really survive another semester in this fucking room?

ok wow heres all the places i looked at so far:

1: the 1br in University Villa

stand alone

ground floor

old appliances

next to main road noise

5to the SoA

next to construction

lanai faced no where

parking included

laundry on site

1 year lease

1200 plus electric

backed out because the street noise would be loud. was next to a unit that watched TV loudly 24/7 plus the quality of everything was "ok". honestly if i had just commited to this one, i wouldnt be dealing with all of this rn. maybe id still be dating whats her face. kept having dreams of the traffic noise though. it wouldve been too loud. trust me. but super convenient for school. plus whats her face thought i could do better, i agreed.

5/10

2: studio in Holiday Village

stand alone

18th floor

excellent view of town

noise?

lanai

new appliances

no parking included

in a sketchy area

in the middle of town

1 year lease

150 additional for parking next door

1300 ult included

lost my deposit cuz i backed out. i backed out because i didnt want to deal with parking in that area. and pay that much extra for a spot with no parking or deal with homeless people in the area. oh my god this one was the worst because i lost money. shouldve commited to this one instead. she litterally dumped me a week before moving in then i pussied out and terminated the lease while sacrificing my deposit. would she had come back if she saw how awesome my studio was? who cares shes fucking tinder guys as i speak.

7/10 if it had parking on site

4/10 cuz parking situation

3: studio on Wilhelmenia

tiny and dirty

month to month lease

seperate entrance

had potential

owners off site

street parking questionable

outdoor eating area

995 ult included

backed out because it was too small for my desk. I realized i could get a smaller desk and it was too late. honestly this was the fucking one. it was perfect. tiny and dirty but those were fixable. it had everything i needed. my own shower, my own full size fridge, a closet, a bed, month to month lease, owners off site, close to school, affordable, seperate entrance. i backed out because i was fucking tired that day. wasnt thinking straight. plus i got scared because i lost a deposit so soon. i regret not taking this one. i think i got weirded out by the "no drinking no drugs" rule

honestly this was the one.

8/10

4: studio near KCC

month to month lease

right next to owner

everything nice

spacious

street parking questionable

1500 ult included except AC

loud as fuck with the main road noise 50 ft from the house. i backed out because i realize the owner is one wall away, and the noise from the main road wouldve drove me crazy. the interior was decent.

5/10

5: studio in Manoa

detatched

owner off island

newly renovated

5 minute drive to school

super cute

super private

relatively quiet and spacious

on a connecting road

no w/d on site

1 year lease

street parking available

1350 ult included

honestly this was the nicest place i saw out of all of them. I applied but haven't heard back. the only thing i dont like about this place is no w/d and the 1 year lease. its also a little expensive but sooo cute. if i sign a lease i cant leave this island next year

8/10

6: room in Manoa

chill 420 friendly roommate couple

dog and cat

5 minutes from school

nice ass location on a hill in a mini forest.

shortcut to cemetary for views

just a room but room has two windows for airflow

guests are OK

sometimes they have guests over

they work from home

nice house

shower and bath in hallway. share shower

900 plus ultilities (83 dollars) so

1000 total

probably the coolest potential roomates i met, but with roomates comes with living with people and that whole deal. id live here if i were trying to make new friends and meet new people. and its month to month so no pressure, can leave the island next year

6/10

wow whats her face really fucked me up mentally..

i was doing so well in march.

cant believe its aleady august.

2022 was the worst year of my life.

atleast we had fun in may.

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a-few-of-my-favorite-mangas · 2 years

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Honzuki no Gekokujou / Ascendance of a Bookworm

Official Fan Book Volume 02 Illustrations - Part 1 / 3

Fan book 2 has more sketches, a noble family tree, bonus stories, and another Q & A with the author Miya Kazuki. This one is has so many bonus stories, most just cute missing moments, but the Christel (new character) and Brunhilde are quite informative and definitely worth reading.

Story ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ || ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ Art

The bonus stories include:

01 One Winter's Day (Myne) - Cute Myne and Lutz moment.

02 I'm Not Givin' Up My Daughter (Gunther) - The soldiers miss Myne’s math skills after she joins the temple. Gunter feels like the temple and gods are pulling her away from him.

03 My Handful of a Little Sister (Tuuli) - Tuuli is dumbfounded at Myne’s exasperated love of books.

04 Studying Literature and Picture Books (Tuuli) - Effa and Tuuli have a nice chat, Tuuli doesn’t want to be left behind and is determined to learn to read and write.

05 A Tea Party with My Older Sister (Christel) - Two sisters, young Ehrenfest nobles talk about Ferdinand’s harspiel concert and faction politics and marriages and alliances.

06 Feelings of Panic (Tuuli) - Tuuli is so busy with hairpin orders, learning and teaching new techniques that she feels like she is lagging behind Lutz with etiquette lessons and learning to be a seamstress.

07 Starting Life as a Retainer (Brunhilde) - Brunhilde thoughts on becoming Rosemyne’s attendant and her thoughts on her duty and fellow retainers.

Drama CD Post-Recording Report (Miya Kazuki) - Miya give an accounting of a Drama CD recording and some behind the scenes details and plenty of fangirling.

Q & A with Miya Kazuki

- - a few interesting answers - -

Q: Are there 365 days in a Yurgenschmidt year? Likewise, is each day twenty-four hours long?

A: There are 420 days in a year, but there are twenty-four hours in a day to make things easier for me to keep track of.

Q: I’m curious about the calendar. The term “month” is often used, but how many days are there in a month? How many months are there in a year? Do the lengths of months change if Schutzaria excels and preserves the autumn for as long as possible, or if Flutrane devotes her all to ending the winter a bit sooner?

A: There are seven days in a week: Waterday, Sproutday, Fireday, Leafday, Winday, Fruitday, and Earthday. Then there are five weeks in a month: the Week of Water, the Week of Fire, the Week of Wind, the Week of Earth, and the Week of Life. The seasons change every three months on average, but as you imagine, the autumn extends when Schutzaria does better, and the winter shortens when Flutrane does better, so the length of seasons varies each year.

#honzuki no gekokujou #japanese manga #japanese light novel #ascendance of a bookworm

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angelicamerlinbarnes · 3 years

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Okay but like I feel like Diego is the kind of person to flirt with really bad pick-up lines and Klaus is just Not Having It

featuring: Diego being a flustered Mama's boy and Klaus being a disaster dumbass and the two of them being completely in love with each other anyway

DISCLAIMER: None of the pick-up lines are mine, but the responses and ensuing shenanigans are :)

(there's fifty of these so buckle up kids :) sorry not sorry <3)

seriously though some of these are really bad

#1: He A Snack

Diego: Baby, you belong in the vending machine because you’re a snack.

Klaus: Diego you know I’m claustrophobic.

Diego: Don’t you mean Klaus-trophobic??? *finger guns*

Klaus: *blinks*

Klaus: I want a divorce.

#2: I’m From Hell

Diego: Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

Klaus: I’m a veteran addict and abuse victim who can see ghosts, Diego.

Klaus: Everything hurts.

#3: Animal Puns

Diego: *points to TV screen playing the Discovery Channel* Hey Klaus.

Diego: You’re my otter half.

Klaus: Diego those are meerkats.

#4: Stars

Diego: The stars are beautiful tonight.

Klaus: Yup.

Diego: You know who else is beautiful?

Klaus: Ben.

#5: Get Out Your Handcuffs Mister

Diego: You’re under arrest… for stealing my heart.

Klaus: Diego you got kicked out of the police academy like five years ago, just give up.

#6: Bad Boys

Diego: *leaning against the doorframe like a moron* So. I hear you like bad boys.

Klaus: Diego you cried because you accidentally stepped on a bee last week.

Diego: Well yeah but -

Klaus: You held a funeral for it. You made us all speak. You had Allison fly in from California. It was a fucking bee, Diego.

Diego: … I wear leather?

Klaus: So does every other kid who shops at Hot Topic. You’re not special.

#7: Prince Charming

Diego: Your knight in shining armor is here -

Klaus: One, that’s a turtleneck, not armor.

Klaus: Two, you’re covered in blood. That’s the opposite of shiny.

Klaus: Three, you smell like dead fish. Go take a shower.

#8: Chemistry

Diego: Did we have a class together? Because I could’ve sworn we had -

Klaus: Chemistry? Yup. Also English and math and foreign languages and history and like every other fucking thing because we grew up in the same sadistic boarding school, Diego.

#9: The Store Can’t Just Give Away Things For Free. That’s A Terrible Way To Run A Business.

Diego: I like your pants.

Klaus: Thanks. I got them out of a dumpster. And yes, you can have them 100% off.

Diego: *voice cracks* Really?

Klaus: No.

#10: Boyfriend Material

Diego: My jeans are made of -

Klaus: You’re wearing leather pants Diego.

Diego: Okay but -

Klaus: So they’re made of leather and they’re not fucking jeans.

#11: Digits

Diego: I lost my phone number. Can I have -

Klaus: None of us have phones, Diego.

Diego: I can… buy us some?

Klaus: Fine. I want my number to be 1-420-420-4201.

Diego: Baby no.

Klaus: *pulling out the puppy dog eyes* Pwetty pwease?

Diego: Fine, but mine’s gonna be 1-696-969-6969.

Klaus: I love you so much. Marry me. Have my babies.

#12: Love At First Sight

Diego: Do you believe in love at first sight or -

Klaus: If I did I’d have already fallen in love with a lot of hot ghosts.

Diego: - should I walk by again?

Klaus: You’ve been pacing for the past ten minutes, Gogo. I think if it was gonna happen it would’ve by now.

#13: You Have Fine Written All Over You

Diego: Are you a parking ticket? Cause -

Klaus: Diego I can’t drive.

#14: His Eyes Are Green Not Blue You Dipshit

Diego: Your eyes are an ocean, and I’m lost at sea.

Klaus: ... can’t you, like, hold your breath forever?

Diego: *blinks* Baby, I love you, but you’re ruining this with our childhood trauma.

Klaus: Well since you’ve refused therapy I just thought this was the next best option.

Diego: I take back what I said about loving you.

#15: Math Is Dumb And I Wish School Would Stop Teaching It

Diego: Are you a forty-five degree angle?

Klaus: Actually, because humans have non-linear body shapes, it’s impossible for their specific angles to be measured -

Diego: Are you high or have you been defiling Five’s books again?

Klaus: *blinks* Why can’t it be both?

Diego: *rethinking life decisions*

#16: Baby I’m All Yours

Diego: Do you have a name?

Klaus: Klaus.

Diego: Or can I call you mine?

Klaus: I mean I prefer “baby”, but sure.

Diego: *super wide eyes* Really?

Klaus: *melts into a puddle of glitter* Yeah, Gogo.

#17: (Not) Bookworms

Diego: Thank god I brought my library card. Cause I’m here to check you out.

Klaus: *through a mouthful of waffles* God isn’t real. We all die and rot beneath the earth to be eaten by maggots. There is no such thing as a higher power.

Klaus: *swallows waffles and takes a really loud slurp of an orange juice and chocolate milk combo*

Klaus: Oh, and the library’s closed for renovations til, like, Christmas so you’re outta luck, sorry.

Diego: I thought you met god? Little girl on a bicycle?

Klaus: Her? Nah, only Satan’s got that much sass. Plus, that wasn’t heaven.

Diego: And you know this how?

Klaus: *squishes Diego’s face with both hands* Think about it. Do you really think dear ol’ dad’s in heaven?

Diego: Can you let of my face please?

#18: Bad Move, Buddy

Diego: Are you a pre-historic fossil? Cause you’re my missing link.

Klaus:

Klaus: Did you just call me old?

Diego, backing out of the room slowly: What? No! No of course not! No, obviously no, absolutely not -

Klaus: *releases savage war cry*

Diego: *runs for his goddamn life*

#19: I Rate This 0/10

Diego: Are you from Tennessee? Cause you’re the only -

Klaus: I don’t know where I’m from. I’m an orphan.

Diego: Oh… I know, baby -

Klaus: And the piece of shit that adopted me lived in New York anyway. We’re in New York right now actually. Do you need a geography lesson? I think Pogo’s got a map -

Diego: Klaus.

#20: Oh Shit

Diego: If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?

Klaus:

Klaus: *tears up* I’m nothing?

Diego: Oh no. No no no. No, baby, you’re not nothing, don’t cry, I’m so sorry, that’s not what I meant, baby - oh my god please don’t cry -

#21: You’ve Got Everything I’m Searching For

Diego: Is your name Google? Because -

Klaus: Diego. For the last time…

Klaus: My name is Kimberly Linda Aerealia Ulysses Saffron Hargreeves the Twenty-Fourth. I don’t know why I need to keep explaining this to you -

Diego, kissing him quiet: You’re my favorite person in the world, you know that?

#22: Don’t Make Bets You’ll Lose, Luther.

Diego: Luther bet me a hundred bucks I couldn’t talk to the prettiest person here. How do you wanna spend his money?

Klaus: Drugs.

Diego: Baby -

Klaus: *beams* Nah, I’m just kidding. Stuffed giraffes.

Diego: *grins* For Five?

Klaus: *nods* For Five.

Diego:

Klaus:

Diego: He’ll hate them.

Klaus: Exactly. Let’s go.

#23: Deja Vu

Diego: Have we met before?

Klaus: Yes. Obviously. Are you also high?

Diego: No -

Diego: Wait, you’re high?

Klaus:

Diego:

Klaus:

Diego:

Klaus: No?

#24: Such An Optimist

Diego: Are you a time traveller?

Klaus: No, that’s Five.

Diego: Cause I think you’re my future!

Klaus: *stares blankly*

Diego: No? Nothing? Nada?

Klaus: In the future we’re all dead dipshit.

Klaus: Because. Ya know.

Klaus: THERE’S A FUCKING APOCALYPSE COMING.

Diego:

Diego: Okay then.

#25: Please Go To The Hospital.

Diego: Are you my appendix? Cause my stomach’s fluttering and I think I should take you out.

Klaus:

Klaus: Did you drink water from the fish tank again?

Diego: *turning green* Luther dared me to okay???!!!!

#26: Suicidal Tendencies

Diego: Hey gorgeous -

Klaus: Let me guess. I should drop dead?

Diego: What?! No! Baby -

#27: Infinitely On The Naughty List (And Not The Good Kind Of Naughty List (If There Is One I’m Asexual I Don’t Know))

Diego: Are you Santa Klaus? Cause you make all my wishes come true.

Klaus:

Klaus: You have five seconds to run.

Diego: *already two streets away* Fucking shit -

#28: You Can’t Use That Every Time We Have An Argument, Tony.

Diego: Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist right?

Klaus: I mean, there’s one in the corner of our living room right now, so I guess?

Diego:

Diego: *squeaks* You - you can see dinosaur ghosts?

Klaus: I mean, there’s a chance that thing Ben’s petting is just a super deformed ostrich, but yeah, I think so.

Diego:

Diego: *tearing up* That’s so cool.

#29: A Whole New Kind Of Thirst Trap

Diego: I’m thirsty. But guess whose body is 75% water?

Diego: *smirks*

Klaus: *frowns*

Klaus: Hold on, I know this one…

Diego: Klaus -

Klaus: *snaps fingers* Oh, I know! Luther!

Diego: *horrified* What the fuck Klaus why the fuck would you say that -

#30: What A Tragedy

Diego: You must be a campfire. Because you’re super hot and I want s’more.

Klaus:

Klaus: Diego sweetheart, you’re allergic to marshmallows.

Diego: *tearing up* I know.

Klaus: You wanna hug, baby?

Diego: *crying* Yes please.

#31: That Can’t Be Allowed

Diego: Don’t tell me if you want me to take you out to dinner. Just smile for yes, or do a backflip/somersault/counter-spin gymnastics combination for no.

Klaus: *smirks*

Klaus: *does a triple flip and lands perfectly on the top of the bar counter*

Diego: *turns bright red* That was h-h-hot.

Klaus: *beams and jumps down into Diego’s arms bridal-style*

Klaus: *kisses his cheek* I know, baby.

#32: Merry Christmas

Diego: You’re the reason Santa started the Naughty List.

Klaus: *blinks*

Klaus: *pouts*

Klaus: No fair! He told me last week I was on the Nice List!

Diego: What? Klaus? What does that -

Diego: OH MY GOD KLAUS IS SANTA DEAD???!!!!

#33: I’ll Keep You Safe, Honey.

Diego: I lost my teddy bear. Will you sleep with me instead?

Klaus: *pulls out a stuffed tiger*

Klaus: He got lost in the kitchen. Don’t worry, I rescued him for you.

Diego: *takes soft tiger*

Diego: *voice cracks* Oh. Thanks.

Klaus: *kisses his forehead* You’re welcome, baby.

#34: Excuse Me?

Diego: The only thing your eyes haven’t told me is your name.

Klaus, internally: Shit. What if he finds out I stole like five of his knives and all of the cookies last week?

Klaus, externally: *blinks*

Klaus: Um… Stefonopolis?

#35: I Am Not Apologizing For This One

Diego: If you were a steak, you’d be well done.

Klaus: But I’m so unique…

Klaus: I talk to the dead, Diego.

Diego: Okay…?

Klaus: *smirks*

Klaus: So wouldn’t I be medium rare?

Ben: Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

#36: Leonardo Da Vinci Was Arrested Multiple Times For Homosexual Activity.

Diego: Is this a museum? Cause you’re a work of art.

Klaus: *dancing to the soundtrack of High School Musical 3* Actually Five took me back to Italy once. Leonardo da Vinci and I had some fun.

Diego:

Diego: Oh my god. Seriously?

Diego: *looks up picture of Mona Lisa, now titled Mona Klausa*

Diego: How the fuck -

#37: Why Would You Say That Though

Diego: Am I sleepwalking? Cause I’ve only seen you in my dreams.

Klaus: *sitting on the counter and eating a donut in one bite* Are they dirty?

Luther: *chokes on a pickle*

Diego: Oh my god no -

Diego: Well sometimes -

Diego: I mean no of course not -

Luther: *praying to whoever’s up there to just kill him already*

#38: Be Safe Kids!

Diego: Can you hold this for me?

Klaus: Sweetie, you need to wash your hands.

#39: Apocalypse Averted!

Diego: If looks could kill, you’d be a weapon of mass destruction.

Klaus: *blinks*

Klaus: I thought that was Vanya.

Diego:

Diego, panicking: Holy shit Klaus you can’t just say things like that -

Vanya: *crying from laughter*

#40: Attractive

Diego: Do you swallow magnets? Because you’re -

Klaus: *shoves him up against the wall*

Klaus: How did you find out? Who told you? Was it Ben? I swear to god I’ll kill him -

Diego: *squeaks* What?

#41: First You’ve Gotta Propose Diego

Diego: Wouldn’t we look cute on a wedding cake together?

Klaus: Diego. Did you buy me a cake?

Diego:

Klaus:

Diego:

Klaus: I’m waiting.

Diego: Right sir yes sir right away sir -

#42: He May Not Be A Kitten But He Is As Soft As One

Diego: If I followed you home, would you keep me?

Klaus: I’m homeless, Diego.

Diego: What? You are? Oh no, baby - you can come stay with me?

Klaus: *looks up from Disney Princess coloring book and raises an eyebrow* Is your bed available?

Diego, blushing: Ye-yeah, b-ba-baby. Whe-whenever you-u w-want.

Klaus: *smiles*

Klaus: *takes Diego’s hand*

Klaus: Okay.

Diego: *dies a little bit inside (in a good way)*

#43: It’s Just You.

Diego: Is it hot in here or is it just you?

Klaus, blushing: I -

Five: DIEGO. THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE. NOW IS NOT THE TIME.

#44: ‘Scuse Me, Mate?

Diego: You know, penguins mate for life. Wanna be my penguin?

Klaus: Eh. I’ve always been more of an iguana man.

Diego:

Diego: What?

#45: You Look Like… Antonio Banderas With The Long Hair.

Diego: How’s the most beautiful person in the world doing today?

Klaus: *buried in a Vogue magazine* I don’t know I’m not Antonio Banderas.

#46: What The Fuck Klaus

Diego: Do you have a map? I keep getting lost in your eyes.

Klaus: *hands him a Candyland board* Here. I stole it from Pogo.

#47: You Dumbass

Diego: I hate my last name. Can I borrow yours?

Klaus:

Klaus: We have the same last name, Diego.

Diego: *blinks*

Diego: Fuck you’re right -

#48: Okay But Diego Would Make A Great Aladdin Though

Diego: I’m not a genie, but I can still make your dreams come true.

Klaus: *wrinkles his nose*

Klaus: You can get me a pink elephant with jaundice?

Diego: *blinks*

Diego: What the fuck Klaus -

#49: HELLO

Diego: Is that a knife or are you just happy to see me?

Klaus: I don’t just have random knives on me Diego, I’m not you.

Diego: So you are happy to see me?

Klaus: I mean you just interrupted a very riveting episode of Sesame Street, so… we’ll see.

#50: It’s Always Best To Start With The Truth.

Diego: I love you.

Klaus: *beams* That’s all you had to say, darling.

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90gemini · 3 years

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Falling Up 🌇 Steve Rogers x Reader AU

Summary: A meet cute on a morning train between pediatric intern Steve and reader.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: big crowds, just too much fluff ngl

A/N: hope this makes you smile, i really love this AU, might be a part 1 of a whole series:)

Every single morning, as if on cue, approximately two minutes before my train leaves the station near my apartment, I come to the realization that if I do not get into full sprint mode right that second, I will miss my train and then be late to my first class and then have to walk in embarrassed while everyone is already inside and then proceed to feel embarrassed over it the entire day. So, considering the fact that I never seem to make myself leave the house just a few minutes early, for the past three years that I have been going to college, almost every morning I run into the train the last moment before the doors close completely out of breath, and have to subtly work on composing myself much longer than I am comfortable to admit.

Yet today, without even realizing, I got out of my apartment solid seven minutes earlier than usual. My roommate and I were so engaged in our conversation about the events of last nights party so we walked out together still invested in the drama which left me pleasantly surprised with the time I was left to spend before my train leaves after we went our separate ways. The extra time opened a whole lot of opportunities for me, almost made me believe I should wake up earlier every morning and not leave for class at the last possible moment. So, with the 420 extra seconds I got today, I managed to actually dig my earphones out my bag, plug them in and wait for the train with the sounds of my morning playlist filling my mind.

Inside the train, when I wasn’t preoccupied by catching my breath but also, even more importantly, focusing on not making it too obvious I was out of my breath, I became very much aware of my surroundings, noticing everything and everyone around me.

There was a girl sitting down right across from where I was standing, she looked about my age and she held a little baby in her arms, slowly rocking it and I noticed the way she was looking totally spent but the moment her baby made this cute laughing sound, a smile spread on her face completely overshadowing the exhaustion in her eyes. Next to the door was an older woman not so subtly judging everyone who was sitting down and has not offered her to sit and right next to the door was a man sitting down and sleeping like a log. I had the urge to wake him up and ask him when he has to get down or if he has already missed his stop, but in all honesty, it was too early in the morning for me to be considerate like that. While continuing to carelessly look around, my eyes landed on something that opened drawers in my memory I did not even know existed.

It was a book cover. A simple white background featuring a boy with frizzy hair who was flying over a drawn-on city with the words ‘Falling Up’ in the middle. So many moments of my dad reading poems from that book to me before bed when I was a kid came up and instantly forced a smile on my face.

In my head, I started reciting the words to my favorite poem from that book, remembering my dad teaching me how to read with those poems when my eyes fell on the arm holding the book and the man attached to it.

And God, was I thankful for the boosted-up heating in the train this morning because that made him take off his leather jacket and throw it over his arm, leaving only a thin, too tight white shirt to cover his upper body and it worked amazing for me that the shirt wasn’t doing its job well.

I heard the sound of the door opening and saw way too many people try to make their way into the train making it way more crowded which pushed the mystery man to move closer to me. Not as close as I wanted though.

My mind was focused solely on him that at one point I wasn’t even aware what station we were at and have I maybe missed mine, but I found myself not caring at all. The point my eyes landed on his face I was basically addicted. His hair was a gorgeous mess, a bit outgrown but looking so good. And, oh my God, his eyes. I was so upset I am only seeing them under the fluorescent light of the subway because I am positive that it would be an out of body experience seeing them under the sunlight.

At that moment I was sure he was the most beautiful man I have ever laid my eyes on and was already cursing myself because I knew I was too nervous to talk to him and will regret that forever.

His lips would occasionally move into a small, barely noticeable grin while he was reading and every once in a while, his tongue would go over his lips leaving them all full and glistening which led to a whole new set of unholy thoughts entering my brain. And his fingers, the way he flipped over the pages was just so-

‘’May I help you somehow?’’ I was snapped out of my trance by his voice and met his eyes that were looking into mine with the coldest, most unimpressed expression as if he was in front of the most annoying person to ever grace the Earth.

‘’Shit, sorry,’’ I apologized quietly and pulled out one earphone to hear him better because no matter how rude it looks he is going to be right now, his voice was just heavenly. ‘’I zoned out when I saw that book.’’ I pointed to the book in his hand and his eyes followed the direction my finger was showing as if he was surprised I wasn’t staring at him but at the book. I was most definitely staring at him though, but I don’t plan on revealing that. ‘’My dad used to read it to me when I was a kid so just seeing the cover brought back too many memories. Sorry.’’ I said in a soft voice and gave him a forced smile hoping he was not going to talk to me again because I really don’t want to be yelled at by the most attractive man alive at 7.23am on a Tuesday in the subway.

‘’You know this book?’’ his voice broke the short-lived silence between us, making my head snap up to look at him again and I was met with a much softer face adorning an adorable smile. ‘’You must think I’m so weird for reading poetry for children.’’ He let out a small laugh which was, without exaggeration, the greatest sound I have ever heard in my life.

‘’No, I think it’s cute.’’ A sly smirk found its way on my face as I felt my usual confidence come back now that I knew he wasn’t planning on yelling at me.

‘’So, you think I’m cute?’’ The smirk on his lips, on the other hand, was not as subtle as mine was as he turned more towards me, quickly closing the book and focusing his eyes on my face.

‘’I didn’t say one thing about you being cute, I was talking about the book.’’ I lied to keep my cool even though cute truly wasn’t the first word that came to my mind when looking at him. It would be something more in the neighborhood of I-would-drop-on-my-knees-for-you-right-this-momentor whatever.

‘’Okay, so you don’t think I am cute?’’ he leaned closer and licked his lips instantly sending shivers down my spine. This man is too much for me to handle right now.‘’Because I think you are really cute.’’ He whispered loudly enough only for me to hear and moved away a bit to fully appreciate my flustered expression because he obviously was aware of the exact effect he had on me.

‘’Well, I guess you aren’t that bad yourself.’’ The fact that I was not literally falling apart in front of this god cosplaying as a man is still not something I can understand. ‘’And thank you.’’ Saying that my voice got super quiet, and I could see him grin proudly at my reaction.

‘’You are welcome,’’ he didn’t finish that sentence and looked at me asking for my name.

‘’Y/n.’’

‘’Y/n.’’ he repeated and stepped closer to me with an excuse of letting someone else pass and giving them space. ‘’That is a real pretty name.’’ I smiled to say thank you and looked at my feet for a second to get myself together.

I didn’t even run to catch this train yet I’m still out of breath.

‘’I am Steve by the way.’’ He stretched out his free hand in my direction but not for one second broke the eye contact between us. ‘’It’s so nice to meet you, Y/n.’’ God, just to hear him say my name was killing me.

‘’Nice to meet you too, Steve.’’ I connected my hand with his much larger one and was painfully aware of the fact he must have heard the soft sound I made the second my skin first touched his.

‘’So,’’ he continued while slowly pulling his hand from mine. ‘’do you like poetry in general, ‘’he lifted the arm with the book and nodded towards it. ‘’or is it just this one book you like?’’ he asked with so much interest in his voice making me absolutely thrilled he was keeping the conversation going.

‘’I love poetry.’’ I kept my answer short because forming decent sentences was a though job while looking at this man and seeing the way he was looking at me.

‘’What kind?’’ he adjusted in his spot somehow that he was even closer to me, leaving basically no space between us, yet to everyone else it seemed normal because the morning rush in the New York City subway never was famous for the spaciousness.

‘’About love.’’ I said softly and witnessed his expression changing from the cocky, overconfident one he had on, to a completely soft one.

‘’Same here.’’ He replied and as if he can do it on cue, looked even more deeply into my eyes. ‘’I like reading about how people feel things I have never felt, it lets me to feel the emotion without risking being hurt.’’ He confessed to me and I couldn’t believe a guy that has such a hard exterior is ready to share that much emotion after talking to a stranger in a train for only a few minutes. But I was thanking all the gods he was.

‘’That’s much deeper than my reason for loving it.’’ A small smile appeared on his face as he looked at me to continue. ‘’I just like reading about love and watching movies about love and basically everything about love. Makes me feel all warm around the heart.’’ He let out a small laugh reminding me why it’s my new favorite sound. ‘’That must sound so cheesy.’’

‘’I don’t think it’s cheesy. I think like it is really nice to love love.’’ he said matter-of-factly. ‘’It’s cute.’’

‘’So you are calling me cute?’’ I looked at him with a raised eyebrow as he let out a huff once again leaning all into my personal space.

‘’I am. I have once before too.’’ He whispered near my ear and I know he knew just what he was doing to me.

‘’What poets do you like the most?’’ he moved away leaving me upset over not feeling his breath on my neck anymore.

‘’I don’t read a lot in English.’’ I fumbled with the edge of my jacket and lowered my eyes to focus on my boots because his face was way too distracting. ‘’My dad is not from here and I got the gene for loving poetry from him so most of the things I read are in his mother tongue because it’s really the only way to keep myself from forgetting it.‘’ Making a mental note to call my dad tonight because it’s been too long, I suddenly became extremely aware that I am sharing so many personal information about me with a random man I met on the subway. ‘’So yeah, most of the poets I read, never got international fame so you unfortunately didn’t have a chance to hear of them.’’ I felt a dash of electricity go through my body when he put his hand under my chin tilting it up so we can once again face each other.

‘’Don’t hide that gorgeous face doll.’’ Dear Lord, I can’t believe I might actually die on a train because of a hot, poetry reading guy. ‘’I’d love to read some of that poetry you like if it is translated.’’

‘’I don’t know if any of it is translated but you can check, I can write down some of the names for you.’’ I said quickly really happy that he wants to read something I will recommend, still recovering from that ‘gorgeous’ comment.

‘’I don’t have anything you can write it on, we can just-‘’

‘’Oh, I have a piece of paper to write it on to, it’s no problem.’’ I interrupted him while flashing him another smile and started digging through my bag for pen and a paper only to have his hand stop mine making me look at him with confusion written all over my face.

‘’I was thinking something more in the lines of you writing your number in my phone,’’ he took his phone out his pocket and directed it at me. ‘’then I can text you and we can meet up so you can tell me more about those poets and maybe translate some for me on the spot if you want to.’’ The smile was evident on his face when I took the phone out his hand and started writing my number into it.

‘’I would really like that, Steve.’’ I gave him his phone back with a smile a bit too big for the cool persona I was trying to present myself as.

‘’Well, I am really looking forward to it, Y/n.’’ he returned the big smile and focused his eyes on my face once again.

‘’Can I ask you something?’’ I looked at him curiously.

‘’Anything, doll.’’

That nickname is going to kill me.

‘’How come you are reading poetry for children?’’ he left out a chuckle and gazed over the book in his hand.

‘’There are two reasons, actually.’’ He shifted from one leg to another and started talking kind of nervously. ‘’Firstly, this book is something I always come back to for some reason. My grandma bought it for me when I was just a kid and I reread it for too many times, so I always go back to it because it’s safe. Something like playing Friends in the background because there is nothing else to watch but it always makes you feel good, you know?’’ I nodded and he continued. ‘’Second is that currently I am interning at the pediatric wing at the hospital downtown and kids love me reading these poems to them so I always find a few I think they would like the most when I am getting to work in the morning.’’

‘’That is really amazing, Steve.’’ I put my hand on his forearm and looked at him with so much affection in my eyes. ‘’Those kids must feel really special having you read to them, it’s really heartwarming you do that even though you don’t have to.’’

‘’They are going through too much shit, if I can make it any better for them, I will.’’ How pathetic is it that talking about kids with this guy I met literally minutes ago, makes me think about having his kids?

‘’That is really too sweet.’’ I had plans on saying so much more to him, but I heard the automatic voice announce how my station is next. ‘’Shit I have to go; this is my stop.’’

‘’Oh.’’ He said and I swear I could hear some disappointment in his voice. ‘’I guess I will see you again?’’ he asked as if he is not sure if that is going to happen.

‘’You most definitely will see me again.’’ I looked at him fondly again and I don’t even know what force gave me the confidence to do so, but before making my way to the door I got on my tip toes and kissed his cheek.

‘’Bye, Steve. See you soon.’’ I said while walking away from him but still keeping my eyes on his as I saw him put his hand on the place I kissed him with a small smile on his face.

‘’See you soon, Y/n.’’ Was the last thing I heard before exiting the train, completely sure that I won’t be able to focus today in class.

But I don’t mind.

really hope you enjoyed this, any comment on it would truly mean a lot!<3

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #doctor!steve #chris evans x reader #steve rogers imagine #chris evans imagine #steve rogers x you #chris evans fluff

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al3x1ss · 3 years

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Just a friend to you

Chapter 15: What are you doing New Year’s Eve?

“DOLL HURRY THE FUCK UP IM HUNGry!”

Opening the door, she stares at Osamu as he finishes screeching. Hearing the door click, he turns suddenly, his face going from annoyed to immediately brightened.

“Y/N!” He says, his voice going high pitched as she giggles, giving him a quick hug, then hugging both Suna and Atsumu. Bending over slightly, Atsumu allows Y/N in his back, the 4 now traveling to a cafe with Y/N holding Suna and Osamu’s pinkies, Atsumu keeping his arms tight around her legs.

As the 4 eat, Y/N is quick to stare at Atsumu who has checked his phone about 6 times in the past 5 minutes of eating.

“Is there something you’d like to share with the class, Atsumu?” The boy drops his phone, his eyes immediately widening as he hears a small collision from where his phone was dropped. He picks it up, dusting it off and placing it down before looking at the girl across from him.

“One of my friends is around the area-“

“You have friends besides us?”

“SHUT UP Y/N!” He sighs, stabbing another piece of his meal with his fork as he looks at her again.

“I met her when we were partners for a project and we just clicked and stayed as friends.”

Suna and Y/N being oO-ing as Osamu pokes his side repeatedly, with Atsumu swatting his twin’ hand away quickly.

“Wait- a lady friend? What kind of sane female would deal with your piss ass willingly?”

“YOU DO!”

“No, I was forced by Mother Miya.”

After the endless bickering, Suna takes the check in hard, heading to the counter as the twins and Y/N wait outside.

“Would you guys mind if said lady friend joined us?”

Samu shook his head no, while Y/N also said no, speaking for herself and Suna who had just exited the doors of cafe.

After 2 minutes of waving, a new face comes towards the group with a smile and a wave. Atsumu waves back, going towards and and smiling.

“Guys this is Keiko, Keiko this is my twin Osamu, that’s Y/N, and then that one over there is Suna.”

Hearing his name, Suna’s eyes lifted, falling on the girl in front of him. His eyes widened, afterwards a quick smile following. Turning his eyes to his feet, he scratched the back of his head.

“Oh my god!” Y/N’s eyes widen as the girl, a smile immediately coming on her face.

“I love you’re earrings so much, Keiko!” Both girls smiled at eachother, Keiko getting on one knee.

“I have determined that you are sweet as fuck as that I want you to marry me.”

“I have determined that I accept.”

With Keiko getting up with help from Y/N, the two link arms, beginning to walk to their next destination. The boys blink repeatedly, staring at eachother then staring at the two girls giggling.

“Samu what the fuck just happened?”

“I don’t know Suna, I don’t fuckin know.”

The twins argue over the frog hat with Suna holding out his phone, getting content for his Instagram followers is what he says is “his only passion in life”. Covering her mouth, Y/N laughs, pulling out her phone with her other hand to see a text message.

“Who’s Keiji?” Keiko asks, Y/N’s eyes now facing hers.

“Well-“

“LET GO OF THE HAT YOU OLD MAN!”

“AT LEAST MY HAIR DOESN’T LOOK LIKE I GOT PISSED ON!”

“OH YEAH MR.MY BONES HURT AT PRACTICE CUZ I GOT ARTHRITIS! WHAT KINDA EXCUSE IS THAT?”

“BETTER THAN THAT SAD EXCUSE OF YOUR DYE JOB!”

Y/N’s eyes widen, gently grabbing Keiko’s wrist as the two back away from the boys. After being enough away, Y/N sighs, placing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Long story short, best friend of 3 years, I liked him for 3 years, confessed and got denied, and now we just talked a few days ago after like a month of not speaking and it being awkward.”

“Well I mean, do you still like him?”

“Uh-“

“Alright lads, let’s bounce.” Atsumu says, walking up with Suna and Osamu behind him, the girls looking at eachother before nodding.

The 5 enter a small pizzeria, with Atsumu and Keiko’s stomachs growling as soon as they entered. The 5 laughed, with Y/N handing her jacket to Suna while she went to order with Osamu.

“Hi! Can I get a large cheese pizza with a side of-“

“Suna?”

Hearing his name, he lifted his head, looking at the other two at his table to see them also looking around. Turning to look at the door, he sees Kaori with her fellow manager, along with their very own setter and ace.

“Oh, hi guys.” Suna says with a wave. Atsumu and Keiko look up to see who Suna was talking too, with Atsumu smiling and Keiko giving a shy wave.

“Hey! You guys are just eating?”

“Yeah, Samu and Y/N are ordering now.” Atsumu says, pointing over it to the counter with Y/N poking Osamu’s cheeks.

“Cool, well enjoy your meal! We should totally hang out sometime!” Bokuto says, following Yukie to go to a table, with Kaori dragging a tired Akaashi along.

Plopping down, Kaori and Bokuto look at eachother before nodding, sitting straight back up.

“I can feel 3 pairs of eyes on me, what.”

“Akaaaashiiii, don’t you think it would be nice to, oh I don’t know, please can we invite them ice skating?” Yukie says, staring at him with large eyes from across the table.

“Are you asking my permission or are you asking me to do it, because I’m very comfy.” He murmurs, his head laying in his arms.

“I’ll go ask!” Bokuto says, getting up while the other girls nod. Akaashi sighs, rubbing his eyes carefully as to not irritate his contacts as Bokuto walks to their table.

With the twins messily eating, and the rest starring st them as if they were pigs, Y/N sees another figure approaching, smiling at Bokuto.

“Hi Bo! They told me you were here, what’s up? How ya been?” Y/N asks, wiping her hands on a napkin before looking back at him.

“I’m well, thank you! So the rest of us were wondering if you 5 wanted to come with us to go ice skating? Obviously we haven’t met you yet,” he says as he gestured to Keiko, “however any friend of Y/N’s somehow becomes a friend of ours! And I’m not complainin’!” Bokuto says, his hands landing on his hips with a bright smile.

Looking at Suna and the girls, Osamu nodded, turning his eyes back to Bokuto as he smiled.

“We’ll be there.”

Lacing up her skates, Y/N got on the ice and began to skate around, seeing some of her friends on the ice while Atsumu and Bokuto were still on the bench trying to figure out how to tie them.

“Sometimes I’m shocked he’s a third year.”

Turning around, Y/N faces Akaashi with a small smile on both of their faces.

“It surprises me as well.” She said, both of them beginning to skate next to eachother. With Akaashi looking around at the lights, Y/N turns her eyes to face him.

To her, it was strange. To not feel the butterflies, the rollercoaster in her stomach each time he said hello.

“You excited to see the fireworks?”

“Yeah, it’ll be fun to ring in the New Year with you guys.” Akaashi says, a smile coming to his face as he looks back at Y/N.

The two turn straight, Bokuto waving over Y/N as she nods, getting ready to skate towards him.

“Hey, Kaashi?”

“Hm?” He says, turning back towards her.

“Save me a seat.” She says, giving him a small wave and proceeded to skate towards Bokuto, said male waving and beginning to skate as she caught up.

The pair speak amongst themselves, speaking of their holiday and upcoming plans for New Years. For a few minutes, Bokuto surprisingly goes quiet, prompting Y/N to nudge his side.

His eyes turn towards hers, curiosity on his face.

“Hey, I just had a question.”

“Yeah, shoot.”

Bokuto’s eyes face forward as she still looks at him, his eyes turning again as he nudges his head. Y/N’s eyes follow in the direction to see Osamu skating with Kaori and smiling.

“Does Osamu like you?”

Feeling a pair of eyes on him, Osamu turns, seeing Y/N staring at him. He smiles, giving her a wave then returns back to his conversation with Kaori.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“And there’s one minute on the clock folks!”

The group of friends all sit huddled together in the cold, while other bystanders around them buzz with excitement, confetti and snow flying around already.

Kaori shows Y/N tiktoks, with Akaashi occasionally looking over her shoulder, the uproar of the already booming noise blasting.

“Hey Y/N?” Hearing her name, she leans closer to Akaashi to hear him better

“Yes Akaashi?”

“I just had a question”

“Go ahead.”

“Maybe it’s much too early in the game.”

“Oh, but what the hell, I thought I’d ask you just the same”

“I really enjoyed tonight, Y/N.”

“Me too Akaashi, me too.”

“So”

“What are you doing next New Years Eve?”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Notes

Akaashi does not like Y/N

Y/N does not like Akaashi

The Inarizaki friend group has had this tradition for about 3 years, but they all agreed having more friends with them was nice

For once I’m going to give clarification :D

Akaashi was talking about all of them hanging out on New Years Eve, he wants to do it again next year even though this year just began

Atsumu and Keiko are NOT dating

Atsumu and Keiko do not like eachother

Suna does not like Keiko

Keiko does not like Suna

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leviathans-watching · 3 years

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False Dichotomy // IIV: practice match pt 1

False Dichotomy: when a situation is presented as ‘either/or’ but there is at least one additional logically valid option

As a childhood friend of Oikawa and Iwaizumi and manager of the Aoba Johsai Boys Volleyball Club, you couldn’t imagine your life without them. You know you like both of them, but you resolve to keep the feelings hidden, knowing staying friends is better than either having to choose one or losing your friendship with them both (an iwaizumi x reader x oikawa smau)

masterlist // VI: they’ve had it this whole time? // VII: practice match pt 1 // VIII: practice match pt 2

wc: 850

You were in that state of barely consciousness, head pressed against something warm.

You felt safe.

There was a hand in your hair, gently stroking, the movement methodical, as if the person didn’t even realize they were doing it.

There was a shift in movement, and the person with you hissed a “be careful!”, steadying you, trying to keep you as still as possible.

“Sorry, sorry,” someone else replied, the whisper barely reaching your ears. A warm body pressed up against your legs, their limbs familiar to you.

A weight was placed over you, careful and soft, and somewhere in the back of your mind you realized it was a blanket.

You signed, exhaling contently. A feeling of love encompassed you, a feeling like everything was right in the world, like you were exactly where you needed to be.

Holding onto that feeling, you finally slipped into sleep

When you woke up, you were hot. And you really had to pee.

There was a pair of legs thrown over yours, legs that belonged to Oikawa, and Iwaizumi was under you, head tilted back as he snored.

You must have fallen asleep while you were still watching movies, which meant that instead of choosing to move you, they had simply decided to grab some blankets and commit to a night on the couch, even though it was probably pretty cramped.

You smiled.

Carefully pulling yourself away from Oikawa and Iwaizumi, you tried not to wake them, moving so slow it seemed like you weren’t moving at all. When you were finally free, you made your way to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and washing your face.

Heading to your room, you paused, seeing Iwaizumi’s sweatshirt hanging on your closet door. Oh god. The blankets were missing from your bed, which meant one of them had come in, and likely seen it.

You hoped they had somehow missed it.

Coming up with an excuse as you changed, you folded up the hoodie, placing it on your dresser. Maybe you could play it off like you brought it home to wash it?

Yeah, that’d be good.

Flicking on the lights in the kitchen, you checked the fridge, seeing what it was stocked with. Your parents were out of town for the night, which meant you had to make do with what they had left.

You had ingredients for waffles, so you started on those, mixing the batter together. When you turned to get something from the cupboard, you saw Iwaizumi, standing behind you.

“Oh!” you gasped, startled. “You’re awake.”

“Yep,” Iwaizumi said, voice still rough from sleep. He too, was in yesterday's clothes, shirt riding up as he rubbed his eyes. “Need any help?”

“If you want,” you agreed. “You can do eggs.”

Iwaizumi nodded, easily moving around your kitchen. You watched him for a moment, examining the way he comfortably dug through your fridge for the eggs, pan already heating.

Pouring the batter over the waffle maker, you idly waited for it to ping, letting you know it was done. Finger tapping on the counter, you thought about Oikawa.

“Oikawa still asleep?”

Iwaizumi looked over at you. “Yeah. He was drooling, that idiot.”

You smiled, able to picture the scene, as he always had had a habit of drooling, even as kids.

“Speaking of Oikawa,” Iwaizumi started carefully, “he went into your room last night to get blankets and found my hoodie? The one I was missing?”

“Oh, yeah,” you said, acting like you just remembered it. “I was cleaning the locker room and found it crumpled under one of the benches. I just brought it home to wash it and was gonna give it back but forgot to bring it in yesterday.”

“Ah. I figured it was something like that.” Iwaizumi turned back to the eggs, which were almost done.

Busying yourself with taking out the now-done waffle, you placed it on the plate with the others. Scraping the bottom of the bowl with a rubber spatula, you got the last of the batter out, closing the waffle maker. Setting the bowl in the sink, you turned on the faucet, letting warm water fill it.

“Morning~” Oikawa called, walking into the kitchen. “Smells good in here!”

“It’s almost done,” you replied. “If you want to get plates and stuff, that’d be helpful.

“No problem!” he chirped. “Morning, Iwa-chan!”

“Hey,” Iwaizumi responded blandly, making you hide a smile. It had been a while since you all had last had a sleepover, and it was nice. You had missed this, missed them. With all your responsibilities as third years, you had had less time to hang out and mess around.

Taking the plate of waffles to the table, you heard your phone buzz from the kitchen, where you had plugged it in upon seeing it was dead this morning. Setting the plate down, you checked your phone, seeing a bunch of notifications from Twitter (you’d check those later), a few texts, and an email that just came in.

Opening Gmail, you opened the message, scanning it. Oh, this was going to be good.

VIII: practice match pt 2

a/n: shorter chapter today, as it was mostly just tying up the last few and setting up for the next few

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goonandfightme · 3 years

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Numbers Pt.1

After a particularly horrifying case involving a serial killer starving his victims, Spencer Reid of the BAU relapses into old habits as past trauma resurfaces. The team slowly catches on as Reid falls further into his eating disorder and addictions but will they be able to help him before it's too late?

Pt.1 Concentrate

Trigger Warnings - EDs, drug use and addiction, child abuse.

Spencer Reid knew he has a problem at age 10. He had a routine, and once Spencer Reid had a routine it became part of him. He would wake up at 6 am, ensure his mother was asleep, pick his outfit for the day. His messenger bag would be packed with textbooks, notes and pens. He would brush his teeth, shower, then get dressed He went through this mental checklist, these motions were fluid, practised and precise. The clock would read 7:30 am, he would leave the house to grab the bus to go to school. High school. He was two years short of graduation, his mother had insisted on it, he was smart, he was special, he could be anything he wanted, he could have anything he wanted.

He would leave his lunch behind.

He would get picked on, laughed at, kicked, bruised all too easily, then go home. If his mother was lucid, he would have a proper meal, if not, whatever he could reach from the cupboards. He was malnourished, the corner of his lips cracked from b-vitamin deficiency, the rims of his eyes white from anaemia, his hair messy and breaking. People only knew him as his shadow of himself, no concerns were raised.

He would complete his homework, lay on his bed, his heart would palpitate, his world would spin. No one noticed, his grades hadn’t slipped, he never participated in sports. No one noticed.

His alarm sounded; it was 6 am. He started again; his lungs screamed, his heart pounded, and his headache came back, he always had a headache, but Spencer Reid had a routine, and he would stick to it. He went to check on his mother.

--Present Day--

It was six-thirty and Reid was getting ready for his day at work, removing his pyjamas while he waited for the shower to heat. The top came over his head easily, it was baggy, it was more than a couple of months old, it didn’t fit him anymore. He looked forward towards the full body mirror, tossing the clothes into the hamper, his face was thin, as it always had been, even when he was a healthy weight he’d always struggled with his figure. Brushing his hair out of his face he looked closer running his fingers over his features, saw how his eyes were more hallow, he pulled the lower lid down the reveal the ghostly white colour it had become, his cheekbones slightly more pronounced and painful to press against, his jaw slightly sharper in contrast to how he felt. His hand dipped and traced over his ribs, he could count them all, name them if he wanted, then his hand lowered to his wrist. His thumb and middle finger enclosing the joint, measuring how far he could raise it, whether it would come past his elbow, would it fit past his bicep. It stopped just after his elbow and he squeezed as if trying to rip his flesh after, from the bone, the white marks lingered across the already pale limb.

“White marks that last after applying pressure to the skin suggest poor blood circulation, common among those with anorexia nervosa.” There was no one there to hear him but when he was alone, he liked to talk aloud it helped him think through things slower, it helped keep him calm. “It also causes the exterminates to become cold and discoloured,” he looked down towards his feet. He removed his trousers, the shower warm and producing a numbing white noise as Reid continued his routine. Checking how each bone moved under his skin, thin, grey and translucent. He had so much more to lose.

“Grey skin indicates poor blood oxygenation, which can be caused by anaemia, a low level of iron within the blood that prevents red blood cells from delivering oxygen effectively. A common symptom of malnutrition.” He breathed out slowly to calm himself as he turned on his heel to enter the shower, it was much warmer than his apartment, the floor cold and unwelcoming, he was always cold anyway. He made quick work of scrubbing down his body, no longer wanting to look at it, feel it. He spent longer on his hair, it no longer sat right, it would always fly away as it became more brittle, he wasn’t the biggest fan of the longer-haired look but it suited him, made his face slimmer, so he kept it.

Reid turned the tap off and jumped out as quickly as his legs would let him, he swiped his towel off of the rack and placed it on his face, holding the weight in his hands as his head stopped swirling, then used it to finish drying himself off. He walked back into his bedroom where his clothes laid neatly. He placed on his underwear socks and trousers, a cream shirt and striped tie, a thick soft orange jumper to go with it, then blazer, then belt, he tightened and placed it through the newest punched hole. It was a nice belt he didn’t want to get rid of it. Checking that the apartment was in order and that everything had been done, everything he needed was in his bag, he picked up his keys from the dish and left after briefly sorting his hair in the hallway mirror.

It was another day at the BAU for Reid. Walking over to the staff space he started the kettle and placed his bag down, he retrieved his favourite mug and placed three teaspoons of coffee in. Once the water was boiled he filled his mug and let the thick scent waft through the air, he grabbed the sugar and poured, originally he would have counted the spoons of sugar but decided that cutting out the middle man would save time, he was slightly late as it was. “Want some coffee with that sugar?”

“Had a long night, need something to keep me functioning” Reid retorted as he turned to face Morgan who stood behind him placing his lunch in the fridge. “Nice one pretty boy, what was she like?” Morgan smiled. “Not that kind of long night,” he picked up his bag and walked towards his desk before Morgan had a chance to reply. He slouched down into his seat while taking another sip of his coffee and reached down to grab a file from the bottom of his desk drawer and after rummaging for a while he found it. A wave of nausea hit and Reid lent forward over the desk to stop his stomach from protesting, his body wasn’t used to this level of starvation. He’d lowered his intake from 700 to 500 yesterday, it was taking time to adjust.

The BAU hadn’t had a case for over two days so the team was catching up on all paperwork that needed doing, anything that had been shoved in draws to be forgotten was to be finished and filed.

He opened the file and glanced over the first page, thumbing over the papers to spread them out. Emily Moore, aged 25, died of malnutrition after a serial killer had starved her to death. Reid placed his right hand beneath his chin and ran his thumb over his mouth as he traced a finger over the outline of her body and closed his eyes. That was four months, two days and three hours ago that case started, and it was four months, two days and three hours since Reid had relapsed. He could see them still so vividly, all of them hung up like puppets, so skinny and frail. He still couldn’t bring himself to finish the file.

“Reid?” Hotchner asked, Spencer, opened his eyes to see the team filling into the meeting room as Hotch stared at him from across the room. Reid quickly snapped the file shut and followed behind everyone else, Hotchner joining the line afterwards. Spencer enclosed his hand around his wrist to help his heart stop beating as fast. It calmed him down, he didn’t even realise he had done it. Hotch was absorbed in his paperwork.

Reid sat down next to Morgan in his unassigned assigned seat as Gideon began the brief and Reid for one of the first times since he had met Gideon, didn’t listen to him.

I shouldn’t have had that much sugar, how much did I have, right, the coffee cup was about 5cm in diameter so that means the area of the cup was five multiplied by pi, then to find the volume of sugar the cup raised about 1cm.

“The victim was found face down lying in a pool of her own blood.” Gideon turned to the board displaying pictures of the woman.

The volume of sugar would be 15.7cm squared, which equates to about 25 grams of sugar which is 80 calories.

“Nothing was left at the crime scene, but her hands were bound with what appears to have been some sort of rope shown by the burn marks.”

“Could have suggested the killer was physically weak, needed to restrain her to get his way” Elle interjected. “Judging that the unsub took the rope it probably means he also brought it, premediated, definitely an organised killer,” Morgan added.

Why didn’t I just measure it out it would have made this so much easier, I’ll round it up to 100 just in case.

“Local police teams have already sectioned off the scene,” Hotch added, “alright but why call us, nothing about this case seems extraordinary, seems like a run of the mill homicidal rapist,” Elle questioned while looking to Gideon. “Well,” Gideon started.

If I can get home by 8 pm I can burn off that coffee, wait no if I run home then I can leave later but still burn it so if I have the 500, well now I can have 420 no 400, then I can-

“Right let’s go, the jet leaves in half an hour.”

With that the team all stood up abruptly, creating a whirlwind around Reid that made him snap out of his thoughts, his head and eyes darted around the room trying to figure out what was happening. He jumped out of his seat to follow everyone out but was stopped at the door.

“You alright Reid?”

Spencer spun back round to face Gideon who was looking at him, seeming to expect an answer. “Sorry, what was that?” Gideon's face became stern as his eyebrow slightly lifted along with his chin, he was not just looking at him, he was analysing. “I just wanted to know if you were alright?”

“Me? Yeah, I’m fine” Reid frantically looked across the room trying not to meet the other man’s gaze, “I’m just going to go grab my stuff” he stated while starting to walk backwards out of the room, pointing behind him with his thumb. “Uh yeah, see you on the plane,” he turned almost bumping into JJ “sorry JJ I uh didn’t see you sorry,” and with that, he took off to go grab his bag.

JJ turned to Gideon with a questioning look. “Keep an eye on him” was all he said before also going to grab his bag. Gideon wasn’t a man to say anything unless he was sure unless it was important, but he was worried. His intuition was screaming at him that something was wrong, but Reid would be at least three steps ahead if he didn’t want anyone to know. Damn profilers.

They had all swarmed into the jet and had taken their seats. Reid lay in the long seat reading a book, but not at his normally inhuman speed, it was slower, only just noticeably. Hotch sat next to Gideon reading all the information they had on the case thus far again, making sure nothing was missed. Gideon watched. They were sat at the other end of the plane with Reid’s back to them, the other team members preoccupied with their activities.

“Something’s wrong with Reid.”

“Excuse me?”

“Look at him.”

Hotch looked up from his papers and looked towards Reid, Gideons line of sight hadn’t wavered since he sat down. Hotch looked back from Reid to the man next to him. “What makes you say that?”

“He’s anxious, jumpy, overreactive,” Gideon still looked over to the boy and Hotch joined back, “I asked him this morning after the brief, he didn’t turn his back to me once until he was out of the room.”

“He was being defensive, wouldn’t turn his back on the perceived threat,” Hotchner added, “he knew the answer but couldn’t tell you, he looks at you as a father figure you know, he doesn't want to disappoint you”

Gideon paused, “he probably does, he doesn’t know much about his father,” he said shaking his head, they sat and observed in silence.

“He’s not turning pages as quickly as he normally does,”

“He’s not turning pages as quickly as he normally does,” Gideon repeated, “how’s his paperwork?” he finely looked away from the younger man. “Still exemplary, maybe a little less than normal but handed in on time, it hasn’t suffered any more than anyone else’s while we’ve been busy.”

Gideon nodded “somethings eating away at him, I just don’t know what.” There was a pause.

"There was one file I never got back."

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mcfiddlestan · 3 years

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Fic Writer Questions

I'm bored and this was in a note on my phone from forever ago, so I must have been tagged at some point. Apologies to whoever tagged me. 🥴

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

52. Though, I used to have a few more. I deleted a few fics some years ago bc I hated that they were just sitting there unfinished. I was going through a particularly brutal bout of writer's block that affected both my fic writing and my RP writing.

2) What's your total AO3 word count?

720,782. And I was stressing about a 30-page thesis. 😂 (which ended up being over 15,000 words)

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

I started writing fic in 2000 with *NSYNC, Christina Aguilera, and Backstreet Boys fics. I stopped writing a bit around 2004-2007 (because of a stupid boy) and picked it up again in 2012 after reading some awesome Cherik fics and wanting to write my own FrostIron College AU when I read one that was good, but kind of disturbing. I think I write for one fandom -- Marvel -- but, like different factions of it. FrostIron and WinterFrost mostly, with a dash of Stucky, ThunderFrost, DashingFrost, and WinterIron.

4) What are your Top 5 fics by kudos?

Black Light Special (WinterFrost) - 628 kudos

Can I Bum A Ride? (WinterFrost) - 425 kudos

Empire State of Mind (FrostIrom) - 420 kudos

Dark Side (FrostIron) - 398 kudos

A Worthy Collection (FrostIron) - 309 kudos

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I really do make an effort to respond to every single comment, even the not-so-nice ones. I want people to know I've seen and read the comment they took the time to post, so even if I just thank them for reading and commenting, I respond.

6) What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Considering it features two -- count 'em, two! -- major character deaths, it's definitely Empire State of Mind. Though, I'd argue Dark Side is a pretty close second.

7) What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Probably Ghosts That We Knew. It was the final fic in the trilogy that is the Picture Perfect Series. It follows Loki and Tony from when they meet in college and ends 30+ years later.

8) Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you've written?

No, not really. And I rarely, if ever, read them. There's no real reason behind it other than I've just never come upon one and thought "ooh I need to read that."

9) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes. I got a lot of hateful messages after I completed Empire State of Mind. People were really angry at me for killing off two major characters. I mean, a lot of the messages were "omg I hate you but I loved this!" kind of vibe. But there were a few that cussed me out and called me names for writing it.

I had some chapters of a Fools Rush In FrostIron AU posted a while ago, in which Loki was a female, the only daughter in both the Odinson and Laufeyson families. Following the storyline of the Matthew Perry/Salma Hayek movie, Loki meets Tony Stark in a bar and gets pregnant from a one night stand. Anyway, I got a lot of messages telling me that Odin's misogyny and mistreatment of Loki was unrealistic -- even though I had literally modeled his behavior after the movie that inspired it. 🤷🏽

I have some prompts done for the 100 Ways to Say ILY writer's block challenge and for one of them, I borrowed the storyline from an episode of Will & Grace when Will's father dies of a heart attack after they have a bad argument where his father basically admits he wished Will wasn't gay so he could have had an easier life. In the epsiode, the fight starts because Will's parents gift his baby blanket to Grace, who is pregnant with her ex-husband's child. Will takes offense, they don't understand why bc he never mentioned wanting children, and a fight ensues. Similarly, in my fic, Frigga and Odin offer a pregnant Natasha (his BFF) Loki's blanket. Some readers did not like this and did not understand why I would write it. In another prompt, one that was literally how my last relationship ended, got some harsh critiques. Those ones hurt especially bc it was such a personal experience I wrote about.

And I actually got into a fight -- like a screaming match -- IRL with my best friend's boyfriend at the time. One of my bestie's friends asked about my fanfiction and I gave them the gist of one of my stories where Loki has a brief relationship with Sif that results in a child and later reconnects with Tony. Later on, Sif offers to be a surrogate for Tony and Loki and eventually births three more children for them. Bestie's boyfriend could not fathom why a woman would purposely get herself impregnated and then give the child away. I tried to explain that this was a thing that a lot of women did IRL -- and some don't even use their own eggs, but the eggs of a woman who cannot conceive; Sif used her own eggs so that all four children were half related (two by Loki, two by Tony). But he just did not believe me and told me I must not be a very good writer. Worst night of my life.

10) Do you write smut?

I was just telling @teadrinkingwolfgirl the other night how when I first started writing fic I did not write sex scenes. It was always inferred or glossed over. When I started writing again in 2012, for FrostIron, it was my first time writing more detailed sex. I cite Jackie Collins as my smut-writing mentor. I've written almost exclusively M/M smut.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Which is like the best thing ever! A couple of my older fics have been translated to Russian. I have one *NSYNC fic that was made into an audio fic. And someone recently messaged me on ff*net to ask to translate as many of my fics as they can to Spanish. :D

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, not technically. I've gotten a lot of prompts and ideas from friends and mutuals, and I started reformatting my WinterFrost RP with my ex from 2014-2015 into novel form a while ago. That's tecnically the only thing I've written with someone else and published.

14) What's your all time favorite ship?

I have two that will always, ALWAYS, have my heart and attention. FrostIron (Tony Stark/Loki) and WinterFrost (Bucky Barnes/Loki). They are the two ships that I write the most, read the most, and seek out fanart for the most.

15) What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Probably The Flame. It's a fic that starts out ThunderFrost (not related; Asgardian Prince Thor semi-rescues an imprisoned Jotun Prince Loki) but eventually ends up FrostIron. It's the only fic I've ever written that features Loki with both male and female biology. I have a few chapters done but I haven't worked on it in years.

16) What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I write realistic relationships. And I think my dialogue is also realistic and easy to grasp. And I put a lot of humor in between all the angst and hurt.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

I think I get too detailed with background. I just reread my Picture Perfect series (which I do like once a year), and there are literal paragraphs of background that in Google Docs is like pages and pages. But I want to make sure people understand my characters! LOL

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I'm a big fan of it. I featured a lot of Norwegian in the Picture Perfect series. And French. I think as long as it flows with the storytelling and it's not forced on the characters it can be really cool. It should be natural. I always leave a translation list at the end of the chapter or explain in-text what was said. Which I think most authors I've read do.

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

The Backstreet Boys. LOL. Don't judge. I started writing my own fics after discovering BSB fanfiction written by an author named Mistress Lynz. She wrote a lot of fics about bloodletting, but I really enjoyed the fics where the guys were hooking up with each other behind the scenes, LOL explains why I write mostly M/M now. 😂

20) What's your favorite fic you've written?

They're kind of like my babies so at different times different ones are my faves. But if I really had to pick one, I would say Stay With Me is my favorite. I got some of the most amazing comments on this story from people that found meaning and themes in the story that I didn't even realize I'd put in there. It was one of my first WinterFrost fics I'd posted and the response was more than I could have asked for.

And now I have to tag people! @teadrinkingwolfgirl @incredifishface @incubigirl @rabentochter @marvelswinterfrost and whoever else feels up to it.

xoxo

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adrenalineguide · 3 years

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Mustang GT California Special: The ‘60s custom is back

Text and Photos By Michael Hozjan

With the last few days of warm weather still upon us and the leaves turning their brilliant autumn shades, I managed to grab the reigns to another Mustang. You’ll recall that a few weeks back I fell in love with the 2.3L four cylinder EcoBoost. This time I’m back in pony car lore with V8 power - the California Special Edition of the GT package.

The California Special (also known as the GT/CS) dates back to 1968 when Ford dressed up its popular pony car with Shelby-esque styling cues from the GT350/500 parts bin. Back then it wasn’t uncommon to have Dearborn produce regional special editions to help boost sales. The GT/CS was based on Carrol Shelby’s "Little Red" '67 hardtop show car.

Over 4,000 California Specials were produced in 1968 for the Golden Coast state. In 2007 Ford reintroduced it as an appearance package and has since been on again off again with the last rendition appearing in 2016 and 2017 model years.

Just as it did back in 1968 for 2021, the $2,500 option is purely a cosmetic piece. It allows you to subtly dress your ride without having to visit the aftermarket shops. On the outside a different grille, front and rear spoilers, side scoops (fake), side stripes, and two-tone 19-inch wheels (over the base car’s 18 inchers) set the GT/CS apart from the other thoroughbreds in the barn.

Color pallet choices include Atlas Blue, Carbonized Gray, Cyber Orange, Dark Matter, Grabber Blue Metallic, Iconic Silver, Rapid Red, Shadow Black, and Oxford White. Missing is the turquoise hue that I saw every California Special wear back in the 60’s.

On the road

Unlike the 60’s icon, which could be ordered with any mill, six or eight cylinder and any tranny, the 2021 edition relies on the tested and proven Coyote 5.0L V8 for go – which is the standard fare for the 2021 Mustang GT. It pumps out 460 horses and 420 lb-ft. of torque.

Above: The glorious Coyote 5.0L V8 and the strut tower brace with the California Special script.

The $1,000 Active Valve Performance Exhaust option is a nice touch giving the ‘stang a distinct growl by opening up valves in the secondary set of exhaust pipes. Admittedly with the car’s automatic rev matching for downshifts it gets a little tiring, thankfully there are four exhaust volume settings that you can choose from on the steering wheel menu to keep your neighbours from coming out with pitchforks in the middle of the night.

But today’s piece is all about driving the V8, and Ford has given us some noteworthy goodies to make it just that much more appealing (read fun). You know I’m not a big fan of useless mickey-mouse apps, but here you get Track Apps. While it still has some mickey mouse features such as lateral G-force counter it also has Electronic Line-Lock and gives you your lap times and acceleration numbers for those track days. Toggle switches allow you to select your drive mode from Normal to Sport, Track even Drag and Snow/Wet. You can also dial in steering modes (comfort, normal and sport) and yes, you can still throw back end out under throttle.

Putting the power to the ground and adding to some fuel savings for highway travel is a 3.55:1 posi-track diff. I netted an impressive 11.12L/100km and that was with some spirited driving – gotta test the V8’s mettle.

Above: The gas cap, like the side scoops are purely cosmetic. Spoiler is a nice touch.

The Mustang is an American muscle/pony car and not a sports car, so as such the GT/CS does a great job as a tourer. The GT/CS is softly sprung to help ease our pot holed roads and add to the driving comfort, yet still manages to swallow up winding roads and highway exit ramps with ease when not pushed too hard. The independent rear axle does away with wheel hop when the go pedal gets mashed – an inherited malady of the old solid axle. Sadly the more aggressive handling goodies available with the GT Performance Package is not available with the CS.

Large brake calipers peaking through the spoked wheels give you an idea of what it takes to slow the 460 horses but there’s more nosedive than I’d care for in a performance ride.

The safety suites include Adaptive Cruise Control, Blind Spot with Cross-Traffic Alert, Lane-Keep, Pre-Collision Assist with Automatic Emergency Braking. It’s the first time that I’ve seen cruise on a manual trans and was particularly welcomed one night during a number of radar traps on a local highway.

The interior

The cockpit also gets the CS touch with Miko Suede door and seat inserts and red contrast stitching. A carbon hex aluminum instrument panel highlights the dash and just in case you forgot what you’re driving there’s a California Special script logo on the glove box and the floor mats and GT/CS embossed on the front headrests.

My tester arrived with the 12” digital instrument cluster, heated steering wheel, voice-activated touchscreen, nav and adaptive cruise control totaling $2,200 on the options list. For sound, a Bang & Olufsen 12-speaker sound system was standard .

The verdict

It’s hard to dislike the iconic muscle power of the V8 Mustang, no matter how much the EcoBoost makes more sense; you can’t beat the torque of the 5.0 litre.

I haven’t driven a Mustang in a number of years and this year’s cars have proven that Ford has done its homework in keeping it on top of its game. At the risk of repeating myself the Mustang is an excellent cruiser that takes to the open road with agility and fineness, while still giving us the rawness of its past. I can see why it’s so popular among enthusiasts regardless of their age. The GT/CS package is a nice touch that sets it apart and should keep its value at resale.

As far as build quality, I have to tip my hat to Ford, the convertibles were solid and I can’t recall witnessing any cowl shake, a common trait among drop tops.

Price as tested: $63,440 *

*Includes delivery and destination fees

Warranty: 3 yr/60,000 km basic

5 yr/100,000 km powertrain

24 – hr roadside assistance

#mustang #pony car #ford #coyote #v8 #ecoboost #california special #gt #shelby #gt/cs

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15x18 Fics - !SPOILERS AHEAD!

I think we can all agree that everyone - fans or not - were pretty shocked by the reveal of last week, and everywhere (Tumblr most of all) seemed to explode. AO3 was not exempt from this massive outpouring of creations, so here are some fics based on That Scene. I will warn you that not all of them are fix-it fics, and most of them are quite short for obvious reasons.

Like Real People Do by prosopopeya on AO3. (4,490 words).

Tags: Coda, Episode Fix-it, Fluff and Angst, Spoilers, Post Episode: s15e18 Despair, Angst with a Happy Ending.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Castiel experienced a moment of pure happiness, expecting it to be his last. It wasn't.

Notes: This was so poetic and absolutely gorgeous.

The same old tears (wish you were here) by DestielIsFuckinReal on AO3. (1,992 words).

Tags: Temporary Character Death, Post Episode: s15e18 Despair, Coda, Love Confessions, Angst with a Happy Ending.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Notes: The speech marks were slightly annoying, but other than that, this was beautiful.

Never Enough by make_your_user_a_name on AO3. (1,556 words).

Tags: Post Episode: s15e18 Despair, Angst, Suicidal Thoughts, Love Confessions, Supportive Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester Knows, Domestic Fluff.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: It took him hours to notice it. He hadn’t felt it in the moment. Hadn’t felt the Cas’ hand stick slightly to his shoulder as it pushed him away, leaving him to face the Empty alone. But now that he’d noticed it, it was all he could look at. That bright red handprint standing out starkly against his jacket. It was perfect, really. Not a drop out of place. Just a handprint and nothing else. That was all he had left. The handprint where Castiel had “gripped him tight and raised him from perdition.” And now he’d saved him one more time. Same shoulder, same placement, same sting when Dean looked at it. It was poetic in the cruelest of ways. And if it weren’t for everything, he would have thought this was Chuck’s writing. But, no. Castiel was the only part of Chuck’s story that he couldn’t control. Because Cas had fallen.

Notes: Now this fic brought out the ugly tears.

this is a good thing, dean. (prayer is a sign of faith) by cascountsdeansfreckles on AO3. (529 words).

Tags: Prayer, Dean Winchester Prays to Castiel, post 15x18, 15x18 coda.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Dean’s legs still don’t want to move. He sits propped up against the wall and stares unseeing at the chair in the middle of the room. Everything that Cas said plays over and over in his head. The image of Cas looking devastatingly relieved, content, as he was taken from Dean won’t leave his mind. He doesn’t know what else to do. So he prays.

Notes: Okay, and I’m crying. Again. The one time Cas can’t hear Dean’s prayers is the one time it is the most important.

all the things i’ve never said by Saffir on AO3. (849 words).

Tags: 15x18 Fix-it, Angst, Heavy Angst, First Kiss, Confessions, Sad Ending, Nonbinary Castiel.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Castiel knows that their time has come. The past decade has been spent protecting Dean, living for Dean, dying for Dean. It finally comes time to sacrifice themself one last time. He wasn’t expecting it to hurt this much.

Notes: Confirmation of their relationship would have been nice! I mean, I firmly believe Dean reciprocated, but it would be nice to know for sure. And oh boy, I had not stopped to think about the scene from Cas’ point of view.

gay love pierced through the veil of death and saved the day by firefliesandstarlight on AO3. (444 words).

Tags: Fix-it, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Cas doesn’t die. That’s literally it.

Notes: Is it bad I found out that Charlie died through the end notes of this fic? Like, imagine writing a scene so moving that it overpowers the fact that several other fan favourites died in that same episode.

15x18 coda: it’s in the being by contemplativepancakes on AO3. (1,167 words).

Tags: Post Episode: s15e18 Despair, Coda, Dean Winchester Can’t Cope, Hurt Dean Winchester.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Blood splatters from a severed neck, the body twitching before it collapses to the floor. It sprays across Dean’s face, dotting red droplets over his cheeks and in his hair. Dean keeps his mouth shut so he doesn’t get the taste of copper stuck in it; he already can’t get Cas’s face out of his mind. Dean knows this is the last place he should be, that with the world ending, it doesn’t really matter if there’s one less nest of vamps in the world, but if he stops moving, then he’ll… have to think. “I wondered what my true happiness could even look like, because the one thing I want, it’s something I know I can’t have.”

Fuck, they wasted so much time.

Notes: I don’t even know what to say anymore. My heart is simultaneously full and utterly broken.

1 Missed Call by glenien on AO3. (597 words).

Tags: Post Episode: s15e18 Despair, Referenced Character Death, Angst, Dean Winchester is a Dumbass, Angst with a Happy Ending, Death!Castiel, Coda, Fluff and Angst.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: The buzzing never stops.

Notes: I love the implications of Dean literally flirting with Death here, and even though this isn’t the ending I think we’ll get, I can still hope!

Only know you love him when you let him go by Azura_lights_18 on AO3. (1,365 words).

Tags: Angst, Canonical Character Death, Post Episode: s15e18 Despair, Hurt/Comfort, Dean Deserves to be Happy, Angst with a Happy Ending.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Destiel is finally canon... for ten seconds. My hopes for the upcoming episodes (just let Destiel live, please.)

Notes: I am loving the inventive ways people are bringing Cas back! I have hope, but that might just be me putting my clown wig on.

maybe just this once (let me keep this one) by psyiocke on AO3. (1,678 words).

Tags: Episode: s15e18 Despair, Canonical Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Dean Winchester listens in silence, and he mourns in it too.

or the aftermath of hearing your best friend say he loves you and then watching him die.

Notes: Oh boy here I go again. That tag, by the way, is much too soon. But if this is what happened at the end, I would be happy.

Instinct by CKLizzy on AO3. (510 words).

Tags: Fix-it of Sorts, Episode s15e18 Despair, Episode Fix-it.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Dean reacted on pure instinct. Instinct he didn't know he even had.

Notes: Oh, if only. I would have passed out.

A World Redeemed by Lif61 on AO3. (732 words).

Tags: Season 15 Spoilers, Post Episode: s15e18 Despair, POV Dean Winchester, Romance, Love, Happy Ending.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: Cas is gone, and the world is saved. But not for Dean.

Notes: I do really hope Cas comes back. Otherwise, I’m gonna have to go and have some words with someone.

Happiness is What Makes You Cry by AnotherWorld3111 on AO3. (358 words).

Tags: Angst, Referenced Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Post Episode: s15e18 Despair, Hurt No Comfort, Love Confessions.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: Just... read the goddamn tags

Notes: Oh man, if Dean actually breaks down in front of Sam, I will die on the spot.

All Out of Love by asofthesea on AO3. (681 words).

Tags: Not Actually Unrequited Love, Angst and Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post Episode: s15e18 Despair, Homophobic John Winchester, Protective Sam Winchester, Hurt Dean Winchester, Hurt Jack Kline, One Shot, Brotherly Love, Feelings.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: After the events of 15x18, Despair, Sam and Jack rush back to the bunker to find Dean alone, and falling apart at the seams.

Notes: John Winchester would have been homophobic and no one can change my mind.

Tag to “Despair” (15x18) by Alvinola on AO3. (793 words).

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: Sam has to pick up the pieces when Cas is gone.

Notes: Seriously, these fics are making me cry all over again. I mean, what can Sam possibly say to make any of this better? That’s heartbreaking in itself.

And a shameless self-promotion:

‘I love you’ by LinaRai on AO3. (420 words).

Tags: Angst, Episode: s15e18 Despair, Spoilers, Canonical Character Death, I’m Sorry.

Description: "I love you." Dean just stares at him.

Notes: I wrote this in a Criminology lesson while eating a bag of crisps which basically equated to my lunch because I was a mess and I had to. And yes, I am fully aware that I write things with major character death too often. So sue me.

So, how is everyone feeling? I’ve started re-reading Angel’s Wild in a wild (get it) attempt to cope. Also, this led to me having a full conversation with one of my teachers about Sherlock. ‘Maybe next time don’t use a current show as an example of queerbaiting,’ she said, as if any of us expected Destiel to go canon. Seriously, how do you explain to a 40 year old woman who only just realised that BBC Sherlock might possibly be queerbaiting how much no one expected that to happen?

#supernatural #destiel #15x18 #15x18 spoilers #ficrecs #fanfic

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tearlessrain · 3 years

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30 questions tag game

Tagged by: @mercurypilgrim (thanks!)

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 5 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better.

Name/nickname: I’ve been going by tearless/tearlessrain for so long that a friend once called me that in person and I did not notice that it wasn’t my name until they said something. but I also have a lot of other names, only two of which have legal relevance.

Gender: male

Star sign: virgo, but I’ve been told by the local astrology gays that I’m also an aquarius moon and that it “explains a lot”

Height: 5′2

Birthday: a secret. I do not like being the center of attention.

Time: it’s like 3:40am. I will experience deep regret tomorrow, and I will learn nothing from this.

Favorite bands: queen feels like a cop out but like I’m never really not in the mood to listen to queen. linkin park, unironically. and all the different permutations of the crosby/stills/nash/young/simon/garfunkle cloud.

A few I am currently listening to, though: I can’t really call out specific bands/artists because I’m mostly listening to my oc playlists lately (I literally can’t stay in a bad mood listening to riska’s playlist and that’s just the energy I need in my life right now).

Favorite solo artists: (all together now) david bowie. also hozier and joni mitchell.

Song stuck in my head: O Come All Ye Faithful, in latin, for some fucking reason. it’s been there for days. send help.

Last movie: Kung Fu Panda, discord server was having a movie night.

Last show: WandaVision but I’m behind on it (loved the first two episodes but now I can feel the Marvel-ness looming again and I dread it)

When did I create this blog: god I don’t even remember, I’ve been here since the first age and never changed accounts/urls so like. around ten years now I think.

What do I post: whatever the hell passes through my brain from moment to moment, I can’t believe anyone follows me. lately a lot of rambling about my swtor ocs, sometimes it’s tolkien/silmarillion content, sometimes I liveblog terrible movies on purpose, sometimes it’s isaac asimov hours, sometimes just shitposting or unsolicited opinions about completely random things I’m not qualified to talk about. the only thing I can be relied on to provide is reblogs of ocean and horse photos, but not on any kind of consistent schedule.

Last thing googled: celtic invasion of portugal. I got slightly sidetracked from something else I was doing.

Other blogs: I’ve got art over at @tearlessrainart, horny art over at @a-world-of-osha-violations, and a little pile of extremely specific sideblogs I rarely use.

Do I get asks: not often, but those I do get are appreciated. except you, ray bans bot. I don’t appreciate you.

Why I chose my url: I originally used it as a deviantart handle (still there) because it wasn’t taken and I liked the overall way it sounded, and kept it because it’s rarely taken anywhere. and now it’s been ten years so like it’s stuck at this point.

Following: 305

Followers: 1392 which is far more than I deserve given my wildly inaccessible blogging style

Average hours of sleep: 7-8 hours usually but my actual sleep schedule skews late. I’ve never been one of those people who can skate by on 5 hours and be functional, if I get less than 6 hours I am absolutely useless and was that way even in high school/college when everyone else was pulling all nighters and shit.

Lucky number: I honestly have never understood lucky numbers, and how much I like any given number is solely dependent on how appealing its colors are according to my synesthesia. if anyone’s wondering, 420 is a hideously tacky blue/orange clusterfuck, but 69 is pleasantly greyscale.

Instruments: I play the flute, in that I own a flute that I was pretty good at playing in high school and can, if I choose, still play notes on it. I also own a melodica but I cannot play it, which to be clear does not stop me from playing it.

What am I wearing: pajama pants and a sith cloak. which sounds like a joke but I do actually own a set of sith robes and the cloak happens to be warm and very comfortable so I just kinda. wear it around the house sometimes in the winter.

Dream job: ornamental lighthouse hermit who may or may not be a wizard.

more realistically though I’m hoping to go into sfx makeup and cosmetology (I was like a week away from getting my license when the apocalypse hit)

Dream trip: I’d love to visit australia and new zealand, would also very much like to go back to scotland and possibly just not leave scotland.

Favorite food: sushi, specifically good salmon nigiri. god it’s so good. smeagol was right.

Nationality: regrettably, american.

Favorite song: god I have no idea. uh. I really like the boy in the bubble by paul simon. something about the visuals in that song speak to me.

Last book read: rereading The Robots of Dawn by Isaac Asimov, which is a terrible book that I nonetheless subject myself to periodically because I like all the books around it a lot. I need to start on Robots and Empire but shit’s been going down recently so I haven’t been reading much.

Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in:

okay LIVE IN is a very different question from “universes I think are neat” because like. I love the whole thing firefly has going on but I wouldn’t survive it for more than five minutes. so with that in mind:

1. middle earth but like, the shire during the third age specifically.

2. I think I would enjoy being a legend of zelda npc. I could just be a weird little potion seller who lives in a tree or something. or maybe an inexplicably sexy fish man. or better yet, the inexplicably sexy fish man’s husband, who sells potions. yeah I’ve got my fictional life here completely figured out now, this is good. I would also own an extremely chonky horse.

3. one of the ones I made up, specifically the one that involves a lot of gryphons and interdimensional bullshit. more specifically the origin universe of said gryphons, which exists at the heart of an extremely complicated multiverse that includes both earth and at least one fantasy world but is part of neither. anyway it’s a nice place.

Tagging: @raemanzu @sith-nb @vampiraptor @nyriad @crypticspren

(only if you want to of course)

#long post #tag meme

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greekcookingmadeeasy · 3 years

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Greek Zakynthos Lenten Biscotti with Wine and Oil

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Greek Zakynthos Lenten and Vegan Biscotti/Paximadia with Wine and Oil – Zakynthina Paximadia me krasi kai ladi BY: Greek Cooking Made Easy https://www.youtube.com/greekcookingmadeeasy

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Makes about 35-40 small biscotti Have you ever tried Zakynthian Biscotti aka Paximadia? They are unique, small treats produced traditionally in this beautiful Ionian island. They have an unforgettable fragrance of cinnamon and other spices that fills the house and are connected with the Great Lent. They are hard cookies or better a cross between cookies and biscotti and are best when dunk in your Greek coffee or tea! The ingredients used in these biscotti, are products that have always been produced and can be found in abundance in this beautiful island e.g. Wine, Olive oil, black currants. The people of Zakynthos love their biscotti and make them all year round and not only during Lent, with a variety of spices and many variations. Let’s find out how to make them easily! Suitable for vegans and fasting.

INGREDIENTS: 400-420 gr. / 0.89 - 0.92 lb / about 3.2 cups All-purpose Flour 3/4 cup / 180 ml Olive Oil 170 gr. / 6 oz / ¾ cup White, Crystal Sugar 5/8 cup / 150 ml White Wine at room temp. 1 tsp. Ground Cinnamon 1/4 tsp. Ground Nutmeg 1/4 tsp. ground Clove 1/2 tsp. Baking Soda 1 tsp. Baking Powder 1/2 tsp. Dry Yeast 1/3 cup / 50 gr. / 1.8 oz black Currants 2/3 cup / 50 gr. / 1.8 oz Almonds with skin, finely chopped Optional: 1 tsp. Ground Aniseed 25-30 gr. / 1 oz Sesame seeds (for garnishing)

METHOD: A. Prepare the cookie dough: 1. Using an electric mixer, beat the oil with the sugar at medium speed for 1'. 2. Pour the wine in the mix. 3. Next add all the spices (plus aniseed if using). 4. Add also the baking soda and dry yeast in the mix. 5. Lower the mixer’s speed.

6. Fold gradually the flour, spoon by spoon, in the dough. 7. Just before finishing with the flour, add the currants and chopped almonds, while continuing to beat. 8. Fold the rest of the flour, if needed. However, if dough becomes hard, stop the mixer. I used exactly 3.2 cups flour (a couple spoonful are left unused!) 9. Check the dough by kneading it with your fingers. Dough should be hard but not crumbly and it shouldn’t stick to your fingers. If it’s crumbly, add a bit of oil. If it’s sticky, add the rest of flour. 10. Start the mixer again briefly, and finish the dough preparation by adding the baking powder. 11. Then stop the mixer. 12. Let the dough rest for 15’.

B. Prepare for baking: 13. Spray or brush a rectangle Pyrex dish of 22x30 cm / 8.7x12 in with oil. 14. Spread the dough evenly all around the tray with your palm or spoon (like you would with a cake). 15. If needed, wet your palm with a bit of water, to help flatten the surface of the dough.

16. Now, with a sharp knife, scar the dough diagonally to create diamond shaped cookies. The knife should really cut through, cutting till the bottom! 17. Optionally, you can now sprinkle sesame seeds on top. 18. The tray with yummy cookies is ready to be baked!

C. Baking instructions: 19. Bake the cookie tray in a preheated oven Fan @180℃/350℉ for 35′-40′ (depends on the oven). 20. After about 40′, cookies should be golden brown all around and quite firm to the touch. 21. When ready, let tray with cookies stand on a rack to cool down and dry completely.

D. Serving suggestion: 22. To serve them to guests, place them in a nice, round, festive platter and decorate them all around, creating a large “flower” shape. Spread a handmade knitted tablecloth on your living room coffee table and place the platter with the exquisite biscotti on it and get ready for your guests.

23. These biscotti are perfect as a snack or light breakfast. And their main purpose is of course to dip them into your Greek coffee or tea. 24. Here I serve them with Sage Tea.

Check my Sage Tea Recipe HERE

25. The whole house smells absolutely delightful!! Rich scents and amazing flavours!

26. Ready to be served!

27. Word of warning: once you start eating them, you can never have enough! Enjoy them!

If you are looking for Lenten Cookies (crispy but not as hard as these biscotti), check my recipe HERE

E. Storing Info: Store the cookies in a cookie jar to keep them crispy and crunchy for several days. They can be preserved for a month, if you can stay away from them for that long 😋. F. Greece Travel Tip: Saint Dionysios of Zakynthos (1547 - 17 December 1622) is a saint of the Eastern Orthodox Church. He lived and worked in Zakynthos island from the middle of the 16th century until the beginning of the 17th, while he was also the bishop of Aegina. Today he is one of the most popular modern saints and is the patron saint of the city of Zakynthos, where there is a church dedicated to him which hosts his shrine.

This is one of the three incorruptible relics in the Ionian: Saint Spyridon, Saint Gerasimos and Saint Dionysios. There are many miracles attributed to Saint Dionysios and the story of his slippers called "pasoumakia" in Greek, is unique. When I was little, it was told to me by my beloved Great Grandmother Kalliopi.

What the people of Zakynthos believe and is a well-known story throughout Greece to-date, is that the Saint wanders and visits every year the large Religious feasts and the feasts of Saints Gerasimos in Cephalonia and St. Spyridon in Corfu. So every year the monks change the gold embroidered pasoumakia of the saint, because they find them worn out by his long walks. In fact, they even find sand and seaweed 😮!

Visit the beautiful island to try their wonderful biscotti and visit the church!!

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Ζακυνθινά Παξιμάδια με Κρασί και Λάδι BY: Greek Cooking Made Easy   https://www.youtube.com/greekcookingmadeeasy Κάνει περίπου 35-40 μικρά παξιμάδια Έχετε δοκιμάσει ποτέ Ζακυνθινά παξιμάδια / μπισκότα? Είναι μοναδικές, μικρές λιχουδιές που παράγονται παραδοσιακά σε αυτό το όμορφο νησί του Ιονίου. Έχουν ένα αξέχαστο άρωμα κανέλας και άλλων μπαχαρικών που γεμίζουν το σπίτι και συνδέονται με τη Μεγάλη Σαρακοστή. Είναι σκληρά μπισκότα ή καλύτερα ένας συνδυασμός ανάμεσα σε μπισκότα και παξιμάδια και είναι καλύτερα όταν τα βουτάτε στον Ελληνικό καφέ ή το τσάι σας! Τα συστατικά που χρησιμοποιούνται σε αυτά τα παξιμάδια, είναι προϊόντα που παράγονται και μπορούν να βρεθούν σε αφθονία σε αυτό το όμορφο νησί π.χ. Κρασί, ελαιόλαδο, μαύρες σταφίδες. Οι κάτοικοι της Ζακύνθου λατρεύουν τα παξιμάδια τους και τα φτιάχνουν όλο το χρόνο και όχι μόνο κατά τη διάρκεια της Σαρακοστής, με ποικιλία μπαχαρικών και σε πολλές παραλλαγές. Ας μάθουμε πώς να τα φτιάχνουμε εύκολα! Κατάλληλα για Βίγκαν και νηστεία.

ΥΛΙΚΑ: 400-420 γρ. / 0,89 - 0,92 lb / περίπου 3,2 φλιτζάνια Αλεύρι για όλες τις χρήσεις 3/4 φλ. / 180 ml Ελαιόλαδο 170 γρ. / 6 oz / ¾ φλ. Λευκή, Κρυσταλλική Ζάχαρη 5/8 φλ. / 150 ml λευκό Κρασί σε θερμοκρασία δωματίου 1 κ.γ. Κανέλα σκόνη 1/4 κ.γ. Αλεσμένο μοσχοκάρυδο 1/4 κ.γ. γαρύφαλλο σκόνη 1/2 κ.γ. Μαγειρική σόδα 1 κ.γ. Μπέικιν πάουντερ 1/2 κ.γ. Ξερή μαγιά 1/3 φλ. / 50 γρ. / 1,8 oz Σταφίδες μαύρες 2/3 φλ. / 50 γρ. / 1,8 oz Αμύγδαλα με φλούδα, ψιλοκομμένα Προαιρετικά: 1 κ.γ. Γλυκάνισο 25-30 γρ. / 1 oz Σουσάμι (για γαρνίρισμα)

ΜΕΘΟΔΟΣ: Α. Ετοιμάστε τη ζύμη των μπισκότων: 1. Χρησιμοποιώντας ένα ηλεκτρικό μίξερ, χτυπήστε το λάδι με τη ζάχαρη σε μέτρια ταχύτητα για 1'. 2. Ρίξτε το κρασί στο μείγμα. 3. Στη συνέχεια προσθέστε όλα τα μπαχαρικά (συν το γλυκάνισο εάν χρησιμοποιείτε). 4. Προσθέστε επίσης τη μαγειρική σόδα και την ξερή μαγιά στο μείγμα.

5. Μειώστε την ταχύτητα του μίξερ. 6. Προσθέστε σταδιακά το αλεύρι, κουταλιά κουταλιά, μέσα στη ζύμη. 7. Λίγο πριν τελειώσετε με το αλεύρι, προσθέστε τις σταφίδες και τα ψιλοκομμένα αμύγδαλα, ενώ συνεχίζετε να χτυπάτε. 8. Προσθέστε το υπόλοιπο αλεύρι, εάν χρειάζεται. Όμως εάν η ζύμη είναι σκληρή, σταματήστε το μίξερ. Χρησιμοποίησα ακριβώς 3,2 φλιτζάνια αλεύρι (δύο κουταλιές έμειναν αχρησιμοποίητες!) 9. Ελέγξτε τη ζύμη ζυμώνοντας με τα δάχτυλά σας. Η ζύμη πρέπει να είναι σκληρή αλλά να μη θρυμματίζεται και δεν πρέπει να κολλάει στα δάχτυλά σας. Εάν θρυμματίζεται, προσθέστε λίγο λάδι. Εάν κολλάει, προσθέστε το υπόλοιπο αλεύρι. 10. Ξεκινήστε κατόπιν ξανά το μίξερ για λίγο και ολοκληρώστε την ετοιμασία της ζύμης προσθέτοντας το μπέικιν. 11. Στη συνέχεια σταματήστε το μίξερ. 12. Αφήστε τη ζύμη να ξεκουραστεί για 15’.

Β. Ετοιμασία για ψήσιμο: 13. Ψεκάστε ή βουρτσίστε ένα στενόμακρο ταψί Pyrex 22x30 cm / 8,7x12 in με λάδι. 14. Απλώστε τη ζύμη ομοιόμορφα σε όλο το ταψί με την παλάμη ή το κουτάλι σας (όπως θα κάνατε με ένα κέικ). 15. Εάν χρειαστεί, βρέξτε την παλάμη σας με λίγο νερό, για να ισιώσετε την επιφάνεια της ζύμης.

16. Τώρα, με ένα κοφτερό μαχαίρι, χαράξτε τη ζύμη διαγώνια για να δημιουργήσετε μπισκότα σε σχήμα διαμαντιού. Το μαχαίρι πρέπει πραγματικά να κόψει μέχρι κάτω! 17. Προαιρετικά, μπορείτε τώρα να πασπαλίσετε σουσάμι από πάνω. 18. Το ταψί με τα πεντανόστιμα μπισκότα είναι έτοιμο να ψηθεί!

Γ. Οδηγίες ψησίματος: 19. Ψήστε τα μπισκότα σε προθερμασμένο φούρνο στο ζεστό αέρα @ 180 ℃ / 350 ℉ για 35'-40' (εξαρτάται από το φούρνο). 20. Μετά από περίπου 40', τα μπισκότα πρέπει να είναι χρυσά και να είναι σκληρά στην υφή. 21. Μόλις είναι έτοιμα, αφήστε το ταψί με τα μπισκότα στο πάγκο για να κρυώσουν και να στεγνώσουν εντελώς.

Δ. Πρόταση σερβιρίσματος: 22. Για να τα σερβίρετε σε επισκέπτες, τοποθετήστε τα σε μια ωραία, στρογγυλή, γιορτινή πιατέλα και διακοσμήστε τα τριγύρω, δημιουργώντας ένα μεγάλο σχήμα σαν «λουλούδι». Απλώστε ένα χειροποίητο πλεκτό τραπεζομάντιλο στο τραπεζάκι του σαλονιού σας και τοποθετήστε την πιατέλα με τα φανταστικά παξιμάδια πάνω του και ετοιμαστείτε τα για τους καλεσμένους σας.

23. Αυτά τα παξιμάδια είναι τέλεια σαν σνακ ή ελαφρύ πρωινό. Και ο κύριος σκοπός τους είναι φυσικά να τα βουτήξετε στον καφέ ή το τσάι σας. 24. Εδώ τα σερβίρω με Φασκόμηλο.

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25. Όλο το σπίτι μυρίζει υπέροχα!! Πλούσια αρώματα και εκπληκτικές γεύσεις!

26. Έτοιμα να σερβιριστούν!

27. Προειδοποίηση: μόλις αρχίσετε να τα τρώτε, δεν θα σας είναι ποτέ αρκετά! Απολαύστε τα!

Αν ψάχνετε για νηστίσιμα Κουλουράκια, τραγανά αλλά όχι σκληρά όσο αυτά τα παξιμάδια, κοιτάξτε τη συνταγή μου ΕΔΩ

E. Πληροφορίες φύλαξης: Φυλάξτε τα παξιμάδια σε ένα βάζο ή κουτί μπισκότων για να τα διατηρήσετε τραγανά για αρκετές ημέρες. Μπορούν να διατηρηθούν για ένα μήνα, εάν μπορείτε να μείνετε μακριά τους για τόσο μεγάλο χρονικό διάστημα 😋. Ζ. Τουριστικός οδηγός Ελλάδας: Ο Άγιος Διονύσιος Ζακύνθου (1547 - 17 Δεκεμβρίου 1622) είναι άγιος της ανατολικής Ορθοδόξου Εκκλησίας. Έζησε και έδρασε στη Ζάκυνθο από τα μέσα του 16ου αιώνα ως και τις αρχές του 17ου, ενώ διετέλεσε και επίσκοπος Αιγίνης. Σήμερα αποτελεί ένα από τους λαοφιλέστερους σύγχρονους αγίους και είναι πολιούχος της πόλης της Ζακύνθου, όπου και υπάρχει η εκκλησία αφιερωμένη σε εκείνον που φιλοξενεί το σκήνωμα του.

Είναι ένα από τα τρία άφθορα λείψανα στο Ιόνιο: του Άγιου Σπυρίδωνα, του Άγιου Γεράσιμου και του Αγίου Διονυσίου.

Υπάρχουν πολλά θαύματα που έχουν αποδοθεί στον Άγιο Διονύσιο και η ιστορία για τα πασουμάκια του είναι μοναδική. Όταν ήμουν μικρή μου την διηγείτο η αγαπημένη μου Προγιαγιά Καλλιόπη. Αυτό που πιστεύουν οι Ζακυνθικοί και είναι γνωστή ιστορία σε όλη την Ελλάδα είναι ότι ο Άγιος περιφέρεται και επισκέπτεται κάθε χρόνο τις μεγάλες γιορτές και τις γιορτές των Αγίων Γερασίμου στη Κεφαλλονιά και Σπυρίδωνος στην Κέρκυρα. Κάθε χρόνο λοιπόν οι μοναχοί αλλάζουν τα χρυσοκέντητα πασουμάκια του αγίου, διότι τα βρίσκουν φθαρμένα από την πορεία του. Μάλιστα, μέσα στα παπούτσια του βρίσκουν ακόμα και άμμο και φύκια 😮!

Επισκεφθείτε το όμορφο νησί για να δοκιμάσετε τα παξιμάδια τους και να επισκεφθείτε την εκκλησία!!

Κοιτάξτε επίσης την συνταγή μου σε YouTube βίντεο, το λίνκ είναι: ΕΔΩ

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