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darl1ngd3ar3st · 2 years

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Getting high with 2d headcanons

cw weed (obviously)

I thought this would be funny

mf does not clean his nasty ass bong

probably drank his bong water on accident once

if it's your first time smoking weed he basically turns into a mother hen dude he's so cautious and makes sure you don't get so high you throw up

doesn't get super high so he can keep an eye on you and make sure you're okay

if you already smoke he's very fun to have in blunt rotations

he tells you funny stories

his favorite to retell is the swan shaped scones story

about how he and murdoc accidentally ordered a bunch of english muffins when they wanted swan shaped scones for that dumb store idea

he also tells you old stories about his dad's fairground

giggles so much

like if he made eye contact with you he'd start chuckling

likes to watch seinfeld when he's high

let him know if you have to do stuff BEFORE he pulls out the zaza

pirate jet faintly plays in his head and sometimes you can catch him humming or mumbling the words quietly

if you get too high he feels guilty about it

he starts apologizing incoherently and when you're sober again he's much easier to understand

"I'm so sorry love this is my fault I shouldn't have let you smoke as much as you did"

stuff like that

please reassure him he really does try to make sure you're okay :(

sometimes murdoc makes up errands on purpose so you both HAVE to get up just bcuz he thinks it's funny

russel drives you to 7-11 to get snacks so neither of you drive while zooted and then die

he will play wii sports and win despite being unable to walk to the kitchen for a stick of string cheese

he beat the unbeatable matt in wii tennis once

he thinks there are bugs crawling on him and smacks wherever the imaginary bugs are randomly

he saw a spider on ur thigh once and almost brought down the hand of god

"Sorry I thought you were gonna turn into spiderman"

"wh,,,,,,,,, why don't you want me to be spiderman?? :("

"BCUZ THEN YOU'LL BE SO COOL AND FAMOUS AND BE SO BUSY SAVINF PEOPLE THAT YOU WONT LOVE ME ANYMORE :((((("

100% a real conversation u had.

will get out a guitar and play a song about how much he lovesssssss string cheese

do not let him cook while stoned he will catch something on fire

#he would also ask if youd still love him if he was a cardboard box #and would cry if you said no #i self projected a bit in here sorry lol #tw weed #gorillaz #2d gorillaz #2d x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #stuart 2d pot #stuart pot x reader #stuart pot #2d x reader

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gyuletters · 1 year

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vanilla kiss. | beomgyu

♡ pairing: beomgyu x female reader

♡ synopsis: you and beomgyu decide to participate in a candy sale. but the only thing beomgyu wants now, it’s you.

♡ genre: sugary fluff.

♡ warnings: can be a little suggestive but nothing too explicit.

♡ wc: 2134

♡ note: english isn't my first language. so excuse any mistakes. <3

“beomgyu, did you already put the cookies on the oven?!” i scream from our room while putting a bow on my hair.

“yes, baby! i only need to finish icing the chocolate muffins!”

we decided to participate in the annual village candy sale. every neighbor can work on it, as long as they cook something to help.

me and beomgyu didn’t move to the village too long ago. after a conversation about how the big lights, big buildings and fast living of seoul fills us with anxiety, we started looking for houses in the countryside.

i mean, it wasn't something that happened so spontaneously. beomgyu and i were always very open about our dream in living in cottage village, adopt a dog, make a garden and fill the days with our love.

“do you think it’s too much?” - i say while showing my fluffy princess looking dress. - “should i take the bow out? do i give the impression of trying to show off?”

beomgyu smiles at me seeing how nervous i am. - “it’s perfect just the way it is, love. you look just like a princess.”

he comes to me, grabbing me by the waist and kissing me on the cheek. “you are so beautiful, y/n. how did i get so lucky?”

he motion to kiss my lips but i put my head to the side, dodging it. - “we can’t get late, beomgyu. we need to get there on time, big boy.” i say teasingly while pulling away of his embrace.

“you always know how to ruin a good moment, y/n.” i roll my eyes after seeing a big pout on his lips.

the chocolate muffins look so good that i can’t help but get a bite on them. i’m sure if there was a competition, we would 100% win it.

it’s so sweet that my whole body dances with happiness. the mix between chocolate dough and vanilla icing makes it so pleasurable and enjoyable.

“baby, you need to prove it! it’s so good and sweet but also not so sweet. there’s like something that breaks the full sweetness and makes it so good to eat.” i say fast while jumping around.

“i putted a little bit of cinnamon on the dough. i know you love cinnamon on desserts so i felt like trying it.” he comes and hugs me again.

“there's a little bit of icing on your face, baby.” he says

“really? where is it?” i say while trying to get it off.

“here. let me do it.”

beomgyu kiss me and i can tell he’s trying to take the icing off my lips while kissing me. i don’t know if the sweet comes from the muffins or from beomgyu lips that always taste so sugary.

i put my hands on his neck and play a little with his hair. so soft between my fingers, it makes me want to have it on me all day.

“that’s it. i took it off.” he walks away with a big smirk on his lips.

“you never miss the chance. do you, beomgyu?”

“only when you tease and let go, y/n.”

💌 taglist: @impureperhaps

permanent taglist open! ♡

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#💋glettrs.©#tomorrow by together #txt #txt fic #txt x reader #txt fluff #choi beomgyu #beomgyu #beomgyu fic #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu fluff

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autumntouched · 1 year

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Day 11 of Ode to Phoenix

Inspired by Glen's tweet about Monica

"Monica Barbaro, who's representing female aviators everywhere in Top Gun: Maverick, gave my niece her own "Phoenix" Barbie on premiere day signed "keep your beautiful fire burning bright." The impact of "Phoenix" on young women is going to be incredible to watch"

Yes indeed, Glen, yes indeed

Summary: Natasha meets Hangman's family at an open house for the base

Pairings: Single Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

A/N: What do you do when need a little more time for your future Ode to Phoenix posts? Turn to a little real life inspo, apparently. No edits just straight from my brain to the page.

Open House

“Are you sure you’re not in for Six Flags?” Mash, one of the aviators from her squad, asks. Normally Natasha would be one of the first ones onboard for a day at the amusement park, but this Saturday morning she’s already dressed in her flight suit.

“Uh-uh,” she hums around the bobby pins held between her lips while she puts her hair up.

“C’mon! It’ll be fun, and we’ll have an even number.”

Natasha slides the last pin into place and checks the back of her bun in the bathroom mirror. “I can’t. I already have plans. Next time.”

Mash grumbles about having to ride by himself and lets her go. She pours herself a travel mug of coffee and checks her watch. Enough time to make a breakfast sandwich before Payback picks her up. English muffin, eggs, sausage, and cheese with Sriracha. He’s outside five minutes early, and she tosses everything in the sink to clean later before hurrying out to the car. She hands him the sandwich she made for him, knowing he’d only grabbed himself a granola bar for breakfast.

“Thanks,” he says excitedly. Natasha also passes him a paper towel so he doesn’t stain his uniform while cramming down the sandwich in four bites. She gives him a look of disgust and takes a reasonable bite of her own.

“I can’t drive and eat,” he says through a mouthful as he pulls off. “Damn, that was good, Phoenix.”

“Everything’s good with Sriracha,” she swears.

Fanboy can still smell the sandwiches when he gets in and pouts that he doesn’t get one. “Offer to drive some time,” Natasha teases, “and I’ll cook for you too.”

They get to the airfield and check-in, sliding their aviators on against the bright day. The skies are clear and the weather’s nice enough that their flight suits are comfortable. A range of aircraft is parked across the tarmac with tents set up in between for food vendors and family activities. Today is the base open house, part of the reason her squad is so eager to be elsewhere so they can avoid the traffic of military and civilian families coming to base.

But Natasha loves open houses. Getting to see children’s faces light up while they learn about what she does, hearing veterans’ service stories, or talking to families remembering their military loved ones are part of what makes her job meaningful. And there’s no moment more special than when little girls see there’s someone like them at the controls of such powerful machines.

The three of them take their time strolling toward the F/A-18 Hornet where they’ll be stationed for the day. Most of the time they’re absorbed in their own aircraft so it’s fun to get a chance to explore the others.

Her jaw nearly drops when she sees who else volunteered for the day. “Hangman! What are you doing here?” she sputters.

He grins toothily. As usual a toothpick dangles from his mouth. “I imagine the same as you, Phoenix,” he drawls. “Looking pretty for the cameras.”

She’s even more surprised to see Payback and Hangman go in for a man hug and him bump fists with Fanboy. Since when does he know her friends like that? Hangman and Payback give one another grief over their respective basketball teams and roll their eyes at her love for the Splash Brothers, Steph Curry and Klay Thompson. It is not just because they're hot or because Riley Curry gives stellar post game interviews, and it's not bandwagoning when you're from the Bay.

It’s not long before they have to break off their conversation to show visitors around the aircraft. As usual, the children get excited when they see aviators who look like them. Natasha can see them tug their parents over, pointing insistently. Along with Payback, Fanboy, and Hangman, she gladly crouches and gives high fives for pictures with the kids or joins in for family photos. A little girl is so excited to see Natasha that she flings herself around her thighs for a hug.

They meet a Korean War aviator and his family and two real life Rosie the Riveters who have been friends since their days building WWII planes together.

Natasha’s waving goodbye to a commander’s family when she hears high pitched voices squeal, “Uncle Jake! Uncle Jake!”

Three children come running full speed at Hangman. The oldest, probably no more than seven, gets to him first and launches herself into his open arms. He picks her up and hugs her tightly while she wraps her legs around him like a koala. The two boys go for his waist and leg so that he looks like a climbing tree of children.

He greets them boisterously, giving the little girl a big kiss on her forehead and ruffling both boys’ hair. “How are my favorite kiddos?” he asks. They all fight to speak over one another while a blonde woman and an amiable older couple catch up to them. This must be Hangman’s family!

“Is that your plane?” the little girl asks, pointing to the Hornet.

“It’s one like it,” he tells her. “Hey, Pheebs, you want to meet that cool lady I told you about?”

The little girl nods so hard that Natasha worries she might give herself a concussion. To her shock, Hangman turns toward her. “C’mon I’m going to introduce you to Phoenix.”

And suddenly, she’s surrounded by his family who greet her as if they’ve known her for years. The older couple are his parents. The blonde woman is his sister and mother of two of the children while the third is one of their cousins. Hangman waves over Payback and Fanboy to introduce them too.

“Phoebe, this is Phoenix. Phoenix, Phoebe.”

The little girl tucks her hair behind her ear and reaches out to shake Natasha’s hand. She’s wearing a flight suit with a patch that Hangman must have given her. “Do you fly with Uncle Jake?” she asks, leaning her head shyly against her uncle’s.

“Sometimes,” Natasha smiles.

Hangman grins at his niece and sets her down. “They can’t put all the best pilots on the same squad, sweetheart.” Has he really told his family that she’s one of the best pilots? “Didn’t you have something you wanted to ask Phoenix when you met her?”

Phoebe’s face lights up, and she turns to her mother. “Mommy, can I have it please?”

Noel, his sister, reaches into the large tote on her shoulder and pulls out a small helmet. She hands it to Phoebe who presents it solemnly to Natasha. “Could you sign the helmet Uncle Jake got for me please?”

Natasha’s still trying to catch up to this new side of Hangman who beams at his family and has a cool uncle fan club. “Of course, I’d be honored,” she promises. “I don’t have a pen though so–.”

His sister is prepared and hands her a sharpie. Natasha takes it gratefully and considers what to write. She glances at Hangman who’s watching her with a strange gleam in his eyes. Trying to figure out what’s going through his head almost distracts her from what she’s supposed to be doing.

Natasha uncaps the pen with Hangman’s help and writes as neatly as she can, Phoebe, Keep your beautiful fire burning bright. With Admiration, Phoenix.”

Phoebe’s mouth drops open and the helmet nearly tumbles from her hands when Natasha returns it. The Seresins gasp excitedly at the message. “Can you read what that says, sweetie?” Noel prompts her daughter.

Phoebe reads, following her finger along the words. Hangman gently adjusts it so she doesn’t smear the still drying ink. “Phoebe. Keep your be…”

“Beautiful,” Noel supplies.

Phoebe nods. “Keep your beautiful fire bur…”

Hangman helps her out. “Keep your beautiful fire burning bright. With Admiration, Phoenix. How’s that, skittle? What do you say?”

“So cool,” Phoebe says in awe. She looks up at Natasha, even more in awe. Natasha feels her heart bursting at how adorable and sweet Phoebe is. “Thank you, Phoenix.” Welp, there go her ovaries too.

“You’re welcome. Want to see what we have to do before we take off?”

“Gotta put my helmet on first,” Phoebe says, wiggling the gear onto her head. “Okay!” And without prompting, she slips her hand into Natasha’s. “Let’s go!”

His nephews, Connor and Declan, tag along at her side.

And the soaring feeling Natasha gets as they circle the jet together is the same one she had her first time behind the controls. Sharing her love of flying with them reminds her why she does this.

Hangman's family insists on pictures with all of them and adorable one of her and Phoebe that Natasha is too shy to admit she might frame.

He's just as shy when he thanks her for being so gracious to them after they've left.

"So you think I'm the best, huh?" she asks.

He bumps her shoulder. "Don't let it go to head. I was trying to inspire children here."

Natasha waves another family over. "Too late. I'm going to take every chance to remind you that you said that about me."

Hangman doesn't look at all put out by the threat.

Ode to Phoenix Masterlist

#ode to phoenix #28 days of phoenix #natasha phoenix trace fic #natasha phoenix trace #natasha trace fic #phoenix fic #jake hangman seresin

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ardent-fox · 1 year

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✨️ Interview Tag Game ✨️

Got tagged by the wonderful @creepkinginc and @look-i-love-u to do this interview game, thank you, my darlings! 🥰

What are some movie/tv quotes that you quote often?

"It's all happening!" Almost Famous

"Behind the rabbit?" Monty Python and the Holy Grail

Every iconic line from RuPaul's Drag Race

What is your favorite flower?

Tulips 🌷

If you were in Avatar the Last Airbender what element would you want to bend? Earth, fire, water or air?

I'm not really familiar with it, but I'm going to say water.

What was your first job?

Selling tickets for kids to ride these stuffed animals at the mall (they hop on the saddle and then the springs inside the legs make them go forward).

What is your favorite breakfast?

I rarely eat breakfast, but when I do it's usually chocolate granola with blueberries/bananas and almond milk. Or toast topped with whatever since I'm basically addicted to it, otherwise it's usually just lots of green tea 🍵

What's a meal from childhood that you love?

When I was little, my dad and grandpa would go fishing and bring back various itty bitty ones that my mom and grandma would fry up. They would be crunchy and salty and my mom would put pieces on the softest bread and interchange feeding my brother and I, those were the days.

What's your favorite joke to tell?

I love telling long, elaborate, filthy af jokes in my native language, most of them supplied to me by my dad, but I don't think they'd translate well to English.

What's your favorite animal to see at the zoo?

Otters 🦦💙 They're my favorite animal, I could watch them play for hours.

What's your go to quick meal to cook/make at home?

Fry up some eggs and add whatever I have around, I love breakfast food.

What's your go to meal to cook someone to impress them?

I'm not much of a cook and prefer to bake, so... some yummy chocolate chip muffins?

What's something you want to do better?

Manage my time.

If you're working do you like your job?

I am currently unemployed, hoping my next job will bring me my first truly affirmative answer to this question.

Do you collect anything? What?

Stationery and books. Also gonna say teapots, since I have six already 🫖

If you were trapped in a kids tv show, what show would you be okay with being trapped in?

I can't remember a single kids tv show I've ever been interested in? Except The Tribe, but my parents would be dead then, so I don't think that's a good choice.

An adults tv show?

I was just telling my husband how much I love the bar and the community in Smiley today, so I'm going to go with that one.

What kind of job did you want as a child?

Teacher, singer/songwriter or writer. Got to do the first one for a while and I've kept the others as hobbies, so not bad.

Do you follow any sports? What team do you root for?

I used to follow my local basketball team cause it's the biggest sport in my city, now I transform into a soccer fan every four years for FIFA (mostly for the social aspect of tipsy game-watching and celebrating) and then go back to being clueless about everything.

If you could be any animal what would you be and why?

My bunny. Eating and sleeping all day while others pet me and tell me how cute I am? Sign me up 🐇

If you could be any mythological creature what would you be and why?

A fairy/pixie. I'd love to be able to fly and explore every nook if I'm tiny, the aesthetic is an added bonus.

What's the most obscure thing you've had to google for a fanfic you were writing/reading?

Scaffolding and all its formations when I wrote about Mickey holding onto an overhead beam while he and Ian fucked in public 😅

What Milkovich do you identify with most?

Sandy. I feel like we have a similar energy.

Which one are you actually like the most?

I'd honestly say her again, don't think I'm like Mickey or Mandy that much and don't know the rest of them well enough to have an opinion.

What Gallagher do you identify with most?

Ian, through and through.

Which one are you actually like the most?

I'd say I'm a combo of Ian and Lip, since I experienced his pressure to go to college and I also have a tendency to be stubborn/self-destructive at times 🙃

Tagging @shinygalaxyperson, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @vintagelacerosette, @metalheadmickey, @whatwouldmickeydo, @lalazeewrites, @shameless-notashamed, @heymrspatel, @gallawitchxx, @crossmydna, @lizelandre and anyone who sees this and would like to play! 💙✨️

#tag game #interview tag game #fandom friends #about me

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whoslaurapalmer · 9 months

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personally i’ve been thinking about ✨🥖sunny baudelaire and bread 🍞✨ (a thought that is downright delightful btw) and how subsequently that’d affect the baudelaire household and would like to know your thoughts — does she take up baking? is she any good? we all know sunny is an excellent cook, but cooking is less exact, and to a certain extent, easier to troubleshoot. how determined is she to get the perfect crumb? does she ever move onto bagels, and english muffins and sourdough? does she move from savory to sweet? or do you think she’s already started with sweet and has segwayed her way into the savory with caution? is she cautious at all in the kitchen?

!!!!!!! I think mostly I tend to forget that sunny does predominately COOK in canon and there isn't all that much discussion of BAKING and desserts and bread, and this is mostly bc desserts and bread what I myself do a lot of. (I've got a great breadstick recipe, btw.) BUT the first time sunny uses her teeth in canon IS in fact to open a can of condensed milk for the frosting for beatrice's birthday cake, so!!

i think post-canon it's something she EVENTUALLY gravitates towards as much as just regular cooking. there is a freedom and a forgiveness in cooking, because it doesnt have to be so precise, and i think she's very, comfortable there, post-canon, like there's a safety in that for her bc she knows how cooking operates and it's a comfortable place to work in and explore, compared to growing up and trying to figure out how she and her family and her memories operate. so she would prefer to do something she for sure knows. but I think sunny takes the precision required in baking as a DARE. a CHALLENGE. I think it might be frustrating for her at first bc I think she's a perfectionist like her mother but I think it's something she decides to work really hard on. She wants to be able to Do It. She wants to make good desserts. And bread. Especially bread. Bread is. Home and hearth and family and care and providing and safety and survival and surviving and. Tasty. AND they all tend to have a good chew, in some way. The chew is very important to sunny.

I also think it's funny if she gets like. Subpar bread or dessert somewhere, like at school, and immediately decides she can and should and needs to do better. I also have a headcanon that she makes her own hard candy!!!!! Clearly she would not stand for things like, taffy or mary janes or gooey caramel-y candies (i love a good three musketeer......but sunny probably would not...) but I think she loves hard candy and enjoys just flat out crunching it immediately upon eating it. She's not going to suck on candy.

anyway. oh she loves making sourdough bc of the pattern possibility, in making cut designs on the loaf before it bakes. and she definitely works really hard on perfecting the right crumb. OF COURSE she's big on texture balances and makes sure there's a crunch element in almost all things. lots of nuts, crispy pastry, the right amount of like......apples that mush and apples that don't mush as much, in a pie. she definitely likes making complicated things. oh I recently saw a video of someone SEWING sourdough before baking, like doing a criss cross on top with what I'm assuming was like, butchers twine? two notes here -- sunny does this, with great delight, and sticks herbs in the resulting spaces. she also tries to figure out how to do something gory with it for halloween. Bc my first thought was, oh that would do so well on food network's halloween baking challenge, if they, yknow, had the time to.....make sourdough.........

overall I think sunny lacks a great deal of fear or lacks the........presentation of fear. but especially in the kitchen, especially once she starts baking as well, she's not cautious at all. yeah she's gonna make the, what is it, that like 40 garlic clove soup or whatever?????? Klaus thinks it's great.

RELATED TO ALL THIS THOUGH???? she never eats mushrooms. to avoid long conversations she just lies and says she's allergic to them.

I'm still thinking about that condensed milk can, though. My whole entire heart. I think she goes out of her way to make everyone a gorgeous perfect birthday cake, no matter what. It is probably the only time she will Not put something crunchy in if someone would prefer no crunch.

#baking and cooking are about LOVE and sunny has a lot of love she's also just PRICKLY about it #lulu talks about the sad lemon man

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a-reidtastic-day · 2 years

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TOGETHER, WE PART.

pairing(s): spencer reid/reader word count: 1,268 tags & warnings: pov spencer reid, established relationship, domestic fluff, mention of nightmares, cooking/food, bau!reader (another unit), british!reader (optional), no pronouns, no y/n interativefics: n/a a/n: if you’re wondering why they’re in different bau units… that’s because in real life, there are 5 behavioral analysis units, each with their own specialties. and if you’re wondering why the reader’s speech was sort of british, it’s because i'm re-watching the show elementary and i adopt personalities and speech styles like i breathe air.

The phone rang out in its familiar tune. At this point, he was certain that his brain immediately pictured a crime scene, any one of them, whenever he heard it. It didn’t make waking up any less difficult, though.

“Reid,” his voice was hoarse from sleep. He hasn’t seen the time yet, but he could only imagine that he was only capable of less than a handful of hours.

“Rise and shine, boy wonder. The team’s heading out to Memphis, Ohio in T-minus forty minutes. Briefing on the jet.”

Mumbling out his confirmation, he forced himself to sit up and throw his legs over the edge of the bed. It took him a hot second to realize that the other side of the bed was empty. From a quick feel of the sheets, you’d been awake for some time already.

Fearing the worst, he rushed out of the bedroom, only to be attacked by the smell of turkey ham and eggs. It was an odd thing to smell at any other time, but considering the fact that it was indeed early morning, he supposed the weirder issue was you cooking before sunrise.

“Sweetheart?” He inquired as he rubbed his eyes properly.

“In the kitchen, honey!”

“Yeah, I got that.” He stepped into their humble kitchen, being less than happy about the bright lights, but relieved to see you. “Were you cooking for yourself or?”

As soon as he looked at the counter, he noticed the pretty two-tiered lunch box you got a bit ago. They were really good for travel; maintaining the temperature of the food for hours. Not only that, there were two matching tumblers with their respective initials.

“Wait, were you called in, too?”

“Oh no, I wasn’t.” You turned around just to kiss him on the cheek. Apparently you were awake long enough to not only prepare an entire breakfast, but shower as well. “This was just for our regularly scheduled breakfast—as much as that’s possible—but I heard your phone go off and pulled out the lunch box.”

The pleasant ding! of the coffee maker captured his attention. It was then, as if by magic, that you had filled the tumblers with the beautifully-made coffee and placed the food in the respective containers. Spencer watched in silent awe as you put the final touches on this impromptu lunch box. You even managed to find the time to cut up kiwis and apples, and sprinkled in some blueberries while you were at it.

As soon as he heard the soft click of the containers closing, you looked at him with a pleasant smile. Not that all your smiles weren’t pleasant, but this one felt particularly nice in his less than rested state.

“Toast, bagel or English muffin?”

Spencer had to physically shake himself out of a trance before he could mutter ‘English muffin,’ to which you immediately cut in half and placed in the toaster oven.

“Well don’t just stand there. Get your clothes on, silly.”

Wide-eyed and wonderous, he cracked a smile. “I am rarely ever called that, you know.”

You poured out a mug of coffee with copious amounts of sugar, drank some of it then offered it to him.

“Oh dear, I am quite aware. Yet here you are, standing in the kitchen in your birthday suit at four in the morning.” Your eyes were filled with mirth. “Would you classify that as anything but silly?”

Like the dumbass he was, he looked down to find that he was indeed naked and soaking up all the heat the kitchen had acquired in the last ten minutes. “I’ll be right back.”

The very moment he returned fully dressed with his go-bag in hand, you had just gotten off the phone.

“It turns out, I’m being called away as well.”

“Is it in Memphis?” He asked without even trying to hide his hopeful expression.

“I’m afraid not, dear. I’ll be all the way in the Lone Star state.” You reached for him for a tight hug and a kiss; one that he was eager to deepen before you pulled away. “Hopefully, it won’t be too long.” You patted him on the chest before giving him his messenger bag—now littered with enamel pins you had gotten for him—the lunch box and the tumbler.

“What about you? You haven’t eaten yet.”

“I toasted myself a bagel. I’ll be alright.”

“No. Sweetheart, take this instead. You need to eat.”

“Honey, I made that for you and you will eat it. Now, let’s get going or we’ll be late and we will never hear the end of it from either one of our units.” You cheerily bit into what looked like an everything bagel while slinging your own go-bag over your shoulder.

Upon arrival, both of your units were waiting for you to board. Most everyone was clearly exhausted and only just got their hands on some coffee. Spencer was just lucky to have someone make him some this morning.

“What a coincidence,” Derek called out to you with a smirk. “Are we heading to the same place?”

“Hello, Morgan.” You smiled pleasantly, and it was very obvious that you were more awake than anyone here combined. “No, unfortunately, we are traveling further south.”

“Florida?”

“Hey,” one of your teammates, Clarke, called out to you with a brief pat on the shoulder. “We gotta go now. You’ll probably see your partner again in two days tops if Kinsley’s hunch is right.”

“It always is!” Kinsley called out from further away.

“Might I remind you of our case in New York last month?!” Clarke rebutted.

You took a deep breath and turned towards Spencer. “Insufferable, that lot.”

“Yeah, I don’t know how you deal with them.”

You laughed softly before standing on your tippy toes to meet his lips more leveled. It was one of your cutest gestures, which made him love your height difference even more.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Emily popped her head out of the aircraft door. “If you haven’t noticed, we’re boarding, too!”

Spencer pressed one last kiss to your lips then rushed to board.

“Your partner saw you off and packed you a lunch box, too? I’m jealous.” Derek noted with a teasing smile.

“It was already in the works when I woke up.” He took more sips from his coffee when JJ handed him a copy of the case file. “There wasn’t enough for the two of us, though.”

That little tidbit didn’t seem to fit if it was really for their breakfast together that morning. It finally hit him then that he never asked you why you were awake so early. You didn't receive a call to come in until after the food was all cooked and packed.

Spencer quickly pulled his phone out to text you.

SENT: Were you going to tell me about your nightmare?

RECEIVED: I assure you, it was nothing to concern yourself with.

SENT: Please, sweetheart. I promise it isn’t a burden.

RECEIVED: I know. The same goes for you, honey.

Chatter filled the cabin easily. Derek and Emily were already throwing out theories and David was telling Aaron that they had to check with the previous victim’s family as well. JJ and Penelope were clarifying names and locations. Spencer? He was far more preoccupied with you.

RECEIVED: We can talk about it when we get home.

SENT: Thank you. And I love you.

RECEIVED: I love you, too, my angel.

“Reid, what do you think?” JJ turned to ask him and immediately, several eyes rested upon him.

Spencer quickly read through the first page, slightly embarrassed but overall relieved.

#spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x you #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fanfiction

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spellbook-gayboy · 1 year

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not sure if the character ask meme is still open but markus/black samson pls :3

Hi soryy for not seeing this i've been really busy with work but here we go!

B- Do they have any allergies?

Probably! I'd say he'd probably have something along the lines of a latex allergy (which would just SUCK if he needed first aid on a mission) or probably an allergy to pollen or something like that.

Ooh wait... hear me out: cinnamon. He doesn't like admitting it to anyone cause it's embarrassing for one of the most famous superheroes in the world to tell anyone his throat closes up from cinnamon of all things, and let's face it, Rex would definitely make fun of him for it (btw I got this idea because I watched that old Dwayne Johnson movie Game Plan last night and there's a scene with cinnamon in that)

L- What is their favourite board game?

My first instinct here was to say something like chess cause a) he's like 40 at the least, and b) he literally has a mansion in the comics (which makes me wonder why that hasn't been bought up in the show yet), but I kinda think he'd be more of a checkers man. I mean, a lot of his later appearances in the comics have him trying to help his community, so I imagine he might have learned from playing against the elders.

A- What are/were this character's best subject in school?

I kinda imagine he'd be good at a lot of subjects in school (he strikes me as an overachiever what can I say), but if I had to narrow it down to a couple of them, I'd say PE, English and Math.

C- Can they swim well?

I doubt in his probably 20-something years or less of being a superhero, that he wouldn't be able to. Unless he grew up somewhere without any local swimming pools or bodies of water, cause then I could imagine he doesn't learn until later. But yeah, he's probably a really good swimmer.

K- How do you know when you've upset them?

Oh, that's easy. He does that low mad voice thing that he does in the show when Rex makes fun of him (you know, 'I'm gonna assume that was a joke and I don't need to beat your ass until all you wanna do is call me dad again')

S- How stealthy are they?

I mean... canonically he's probably at least a little bit stealthy but come on. This man is a giant and has the same physique as Superman, he is the polar opposite of stealthy.

A- Already answered!

M- What is their favourite dessert?

For the purpose of continuing an inside joke with a mutual, I’d say baklava, specifically the pistachio kind.

In all seriousness though, I imagine he’s not the biggest fan of desserts in general, but he might have a secret sweet tooth for... i’ll say blueberry muffins. I think it’d be fuuny if he kept sneaking blueberry muffins from the GDA cafeteria.

S- Already answered!

O- What would it take to break them, inside and out?

First of all, and I feel this would be the norm for a lot of superheroes, Samson has a great amount of willpower that would make him difficult to break mentally. While he isn’t the strongest hero out there physically, he’s definitely up there with the likes of the Immortal. If you were trying to break him, it would take a lot of time, and probably involve targeting just about everyone he loves, and even then, you’re more likely to make him mad than sad. My advice? Try one of the other Guardians.

N- What do they usually eat for breakfast?

Do you think they got good cereal in GDA headquarters? I feel like they spent all the budget on teleporters and sci-fi body armour and didnt have enough for some Lucky Charms. Cause if he’s in the HQ, then his options go down to corn flakes or porridge. But if he’s in his mansion, then he probably gets some fancy eggs cooked by Sandford every morning.

#thankk you!#again sorry i didnt answer soooner!#invincible #invincible show #invincible amazon #markus grimshaw #black samson #my asks #summershot

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samspenandsword · 1 year

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Hi Sam!!! Congrats on 300 followers; it’s so deserved! Figured I would send myself in for a ship request cause I’m curious about what you would say. For Star Wars related things; my favorite planet is Naboo, I’ve just always been obsessed with it (and Padme was my favorite character as a kid.) my favorite of the movies is Empire Strikes Back, but Revenge of the Sith is a close second. For real life stuff; I’m an introverted extravert: I’m very shy and in my own shell but wish I could get out more. Love reading and playing video games, also love to cook in my free time. In partners, trust and loyalty are super important to me but I also love a good sense of humour

Iris!! Thank you so much for celebrating with me, it really means a lot. I hope February has been treating you well!

Sam's Pen and Sword 300 Follower Celebration (Closed)

Warnings: Slightly suggestive and ever-so-slight bits of horniness, because I can't resist. (Minors gtfo)

Iris' Follower Celebration Request

Ship request 👄

Okay my friend, I thought about for a good while, but eventually I couldn't shake the idea of you and Commander Cody as a couple. The two things you mentioned as being most important in a relationship and partner? Trust and loyalty. Cody also values both those things more than nearly anything. Not to mention his sense of humor, which is the oddest combination of blatant dad jokes and dry wit. I think what is perfect about Cody as a partner for you is his recognition of balance. He's the type of partner who is willing and able to encourage you to come out and try new things. To put yourself out there. To focus more on yourself and him rather than the improbable awkward social situations you'd find yourself in. But he'll also know that encouragement and pushing you out of your comfort zone are not the same thing. He'll be incredibly conscious not to push you too far, and soon becomes able to recognize when you're more in the mood for a night in rather than dinner at a restaurant followed by a bar. And he's the same way! There are days where he'd love to go to brunch with you! Says "yes please" to mimosas and (space) English muffins and fancy frittatas. And there are also days where he just wants to come home. Be in his own space. Maybe curl under a blanket with you as you two watch a holoseries (that inevitably devolves into making out bc who would resist Cody). I don't see Cody becoming a huge gamer, but I see him becoming invested in both the simplest, most classic (think Space Mario Kart) games and the ones with mindblowing worldbuilding (think Skyrim and Mass Effect). And though I'm not sure the two of you would have the same taste in books, you love the afternoons where Cody whisks you away to your favorite bookshop with a cafe next door, and the two of you can spend hours browsing around and he absolutely spoils you (Victory!AU where Bail Organa becomes Chancellor and the clones finally get citizenship and rights and pay as well as monetary compensation for three years of service and trauma; Palpatine died in a mysterious accident that Fox swears he has no knowledge of).

Your lips were puckered with consideration, staring down at the pair of books in your hands. In one — a soft, smutty sapphic romance, full of yearning and shitty jokes and soft flirting and bad decisions. In the other — a classic. A book you already had on your shelf three times over, each different editions with introductions or notes or illustrations or covers. You did not need another. ... But it was one of your favorites, so you did need another. It came with a special box and had one of those fancy ribbon bookmarks and gold foil-rimmed pages and you wanted it! "Struggling?" "Fuck off." Ahh, yes. Your love language. Affection sprinkled between the swear words and sarcasm. Cody chuckled, and you settled into his touch as he came behind you, seaming his chest to your back and snaking a hand around your waist. His palm settled flush to your middle, big and strong, with just enough pressure to make your stomach explode with flutters. He knew what he was doing too, asshole, your thoughts said as he kissed the back of your head, not quite chastely enough for public. "Need help deciding?" You hesitated, then grumbled, "yes." Cody chuckled once more, hand smoothing across your middle as he stepped to be beside you. He never let go of you, squeezing your waist lightly. "Tell me about that one." You told him about the new book, the sapphic romance. Describing it to him and how it sounded really soft and appealing. Cody hummed lightly at the appropriate moments, hand occasionally smoothing down from your waist to your hip, to squeeze idly, then stroke back up again. You tried your best not to squirm. This long into your relationship, you reasoned that you shouldn't still be reacting to Cody's touch like a horny teenager or repressed noble lord. But it was Cody. And you simply could not get enough of him. And he definitely knew what he was doing. You managed to finish telling him about the book, and he would've looked thoughtful if not for the casual, flippant humor in his eyes. "Get both." "Cody!" He smiled a little, amused. You always reacted that way. "Fine. You buy one, I'll buy the other, and you can pretend to be surprised when I present it to you after dinner tonight." Your lip twitched. How many times had he pulled that now? You'd lost count. But regardless, you never failed to agree to it. Because you knew how much Cody loved to spoil you. Now that he had the means to do so, of course. Cody was just unfailingly generous and loved to take care of you. And it never failed to warm you inside. So that night found the both of you home, both of your new books tucked onto the shelf in the bedroom along with his own picks. None of them got read that night, the both of you busy with each other instead.

#samspenandsword 300 follower celebration #samspenandsword follower celebration #follower celebration #300 follower celebration #300 followers #ship request #commander cody #star wars ship request #baba-fett

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eightysix-baby · 1 year

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Tag Game

thank you @mccall-muffin @emmythespacecowgirl and @kaaaaaaarf for tagging me !! 💚

1. Are you named after anyone?

not intentionally ? My name was always my moms favorite name since she was young and that's the name she wanted to use for her future daughter and it also coincidentally happened to be my grandma's name on my dads side so it kinda worked out perfectly

2. When was the last time you cried?

yesterday watching a dog commercial

3. Do you have kids?

nope

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

yeah but mostly with people I'm close to.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

if I haven't spoked to them yet, their looks specially their hair and outfit

6. What's your eye colour?

dark brown

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

can I pick both ? if not then ,scary movies

8. Any special talents?

not that I know of lol

9. Where were you born?

southern california

10. What are your hobbies?

watching movies/tv,reading,coloring/painting, music, cooking,puzzles, going on walks, spending time with my dogs,researching topics I enjoy, decorating, swimming, just spending time in nature

11. Have you any pets?

yes ! two dogs , a 16 year old jack russell terrier named Penny and a 4 year old chihuahua terrier mix named Indiana '' Indy'' they're very cute and I love them very much

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I used to ride horses and took a few different dance classes throughout my childhood I haven't done either of them in many years.

13. How tall are you?

4'11

14. Favorite subject in school?

in high school it was history/english now in college it's history/theater

15. Dream job?

Honestly have no idea I don't think I have one

not sure who to tag I think a lot of my mutuals have been tagged already so I'm tagging anyone who wants to do this ! :)

#saras tag games #i was tagged

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mistahgrundy · 2 years

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I’m a cooking machine

husband got a high blood pressure warning from the doc and got put on medication for it, so I did some research and reading and now I’m doing everything in my power to get his BP down through dietary changes so hopefully he can get off that medication?

so step one is no more takeout and fast food. I don’t really cook dinner all that often, which is a mistake on my part that I need to fix. yeah I guess he could cook too but he’s not good at it and he really hates it, whereas I actually do somewhat enjoy it and am good at it. he makes up for the lack of cooking in other ways with other chores, it’s all good. besides forcing him to do something that he super hates and stresses him the shit out might not be too great for the ol’ blood pressure, so yeah

anyway so I bought a bunch of those meal prep boxes (they’re cute they have little sections that are labelled with what goes where that I just go ahead and ignore lmao) and I’m prepping him meals ahead of time so I don’t have to cook every day still. Just when I do cook I typically make like 4 servings and then freeze the rest. It’s taken a couple weeks but I’ve built up quite the reserve of foods in the freezer now

unfortunately the type of medicine he’s on means no salt substitute because it makes getting rid of potassium in your body a little bit slower of a process and salt sub is potassium (always look up the medications you are on!). So theoretically he could actually overdose on potassium which is normally pretty hard to do! Dietary potassium is fine and actually good for lowering blood pressure, provided your kidneys are functioning correctly and his are, I just don’t want to be blasting him with the ol potass. so eating bananas is ok.

week before I made a bunch of meals that were basically like chicken and mushroom risotto, orange and purple roasted sweet potatoes, and sweet corn. earlier this week it was chicken parm garlic pasta with kale and a side of roasted beets that I cooked with orange and ginger and some herbed up roasted carrots. Now today I’m gonna make beef fajitas with peppers and onions, spanish rice and black beans.

I also need to make and freeze a bunch of breakfasts for him because I’ve been waking up too late to cook breakfast. gonna make some english muffin sandwiches and some burritos. I already have a bag of sausage and peppers frozen from last time I made breakfast burritos. sausage is salty but I only put a little bit of it in there with the eggs for flavor. I also looked up how much salt is in what cheeses so now I know jack cheese has less salt than others which is why its often sold as pepper jack (because it’s kinda blander than other cheeses)

I found a nice visual aid on how much salt = how many mg of sodium which is very helpful for cooking. milligrams wasn’t helpful at all. I’m not a science man in a lab and I don’t have a scale, but 1/4 tsp is equal to about 600mg so if I’m making 4 portions of food I can use a full teaspoon overall. Trying to keep each dinner to somewhere around 500+mg. doctor said 1500 mg a day which is a VERY hard target to hit because whew it’s bland but american heart association says anything under 2500 is healthy so if I can get it somewhere between those two numbers I feel like I’m doing ok. Trying to combat the blandness with lots of HERBS and SPICES and FLAVOR but salt is so important for taste... sigh...

he hasn’t complained about anything being bland so far, which is great. I did the low salt thing myself years ago for like no reason (I’m a weirdo) and I found that after a while I acclimated to it and eventually got to the point where fast food was pretty much inedible to me. it was like trying to eat a salt lick. maybe that’ll happen to him.

I’m having to do so much math lately help me I hate math my family is dying

#I don't have the no reblogs thing yet #so am forced to put this behind a cut #but to be honest I would have anyway #because it's about food and cookin'!#also it's wordy

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bethsuglywigs · 2 years

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hi! i hope you don’t mind me asking if you could post a sneak peek from the next chapter of pbs? will that be the next thing you post?

It will be the next thing I post, but idk when. I organized my notes and handwritten bits from when my arm was broken today which will make it easier for me to get back into it. But I'm pretty busy with work and my sister is staying with me rn (shes quite literally talking my ear off rn while I'm writing this). I'm trying to get something out soon-ish.

Anyways, here's the entire first scene:

Hollandaise is easy to make if you know what you’re doing.

It’s a simple sauce—just egg yolks, butter, lemon, and salt—warmed and whisked until thickened.

The melted butter simmers on the backburner, hot enough to bubble but not enough to brown. Beth keeps an eye on it as she vigorously whisks the egg yolks and lemon juice in the double boiler, the steam from the simmering water rising around her, dampening her bangs to her forehead. The yolks thicken quickly, her whisk leaving trails in the jammy surface as she stirs. The butter pan’s rubber handle is hot to the touch when she grabs it, though not too hot to hold. She drizzles the butter into the orangey mixture, the thin rivulets carving patterns gooey yolks immediately erased by her whisk. When the sauce is just shy of curdling, she removes it from the heat, her whisk still beating it with a sharp tisk until it’s a thick, smooth cream. Then she sprinkles in the salt and it’s done—ready to be poured over an eggs benedict.

There are easier ways to make hollandaise—butter melted in a microwave and drizzled into yolk and lemon beaten in a blender. But this is the way her mother always made it. The way her mother taught her to make it.

The extra steps always feel worth hearing the tisk of her mother’s whisk in her own as she beats the eggs by hand. It tastes different—better—like she’s a child again, sitting at her mother’s counter, eagerly awaiting her special breakfast.

Eggs Benedict is her favorite meal, her comfort food of choice.

And what Annie needs right now is comfort.

The Canadian bacon is already crisped and the eggs already poached. All that’s left is to toast the English muffins and assemble. She places them cut-side down in the bacon grease and steps back to let them brown.

Patience has never been her strength—she always wants to look, to peel up an edge and make sure it's toasting. Her mother always told her to wait, that consistent heat is better than interrupting the cooking process every few seconds. But it’s hard. She just wants to see it with her own eyes, wants to know for sure that something is changing.

She forces herself to wait an entire three minutes before even picking up her spatula, but when she flips the English muffin she sees she waited a bit too long and the edges have burnt a bit. It’s not too bad, just a little crisper than she was aiming for, but it will do.

Flipping the muffins onto a plate, she quickly assembles the benedicts—crispy bacon and soft eggs stacked on top with a generous pour of thick, yellow hollandaise and a fresh crack of black pepper to finish it off.

It looks almost like the benedicts from her childhood, though the plate is plain white ceramic instead of clear blue plastic and her assembly isn’t nearly as precise as her mother’s had been.

Annie smiles when Beth sets her plate on the counter, her tear-stained face red and puffy.

“Thanks,” Annie sniffs, rubbing her stuffy nose with the back of her hand.

The crunch of toasted bread and the scrape of their forks on their plates fill the silence as Beth waits for Annie to speak. She’s been uncharacteristically quiet since the doctor's appointment earlier that morning, barely speaking a word when it became clear Greg wasn’t meeting them in the waiting room like he promised he would the night before.

All Beth could do was hold Annie’s hand tighter.

The cool, dark room felt too small as they watched the black and white screen, waiting, breath held for the technician to confirm that the baby is healthy. Even as she traced her wand over Annie’s rounded stomach, highlighting the baby’s perfect little hands and feet, Beth ached with anxiety. Seeing the little body on the screen and hearing its steady beating heart echo in the room made it all so real.

Too real.

Soon there'll be a baby. A tiny little human to love and care for. To hold in her arms—just like she’d held Annie all those years ago.

(Though not nearly as many years ago as she’d like.)

It’s too soon.

She’s not ready.

And yet—she doesn’t think she could possibly love the baby more than she does already. Her whole heart is full with it.

Listening to the steady, strong rhythm of its heart, Beth knew she’d do anything for her sister’s baby. She’d sacrifice anything to keep them both happy and healthy.

Her time. Her money. Her life.

Anything.

Annie didn’t want to know the sex of the baby. The only thing she’d managed to say during the entirety of the visit was that she wanted to be surprised. So they’d left the appointment with a clean bill of health for the baby and a $250 ultrasound bill.

Four days' worth of pay for Annie. Two days’ pay for Beth. Just for a single ultrasound. Without insurance, this baby would burn through both their savings in no time.

Beth doesn’t let herself think about her bank account. Doesn’t let herself think of her dreams of a new life. Of a new apartment. Of going back to school and finally making something of herself.

She doesn’t let herself think about leaving Dean.

And she doesn’t let herself think of Rio.

Instead, she thinks only of Annie and the baby she already loves too much.

For them, Beth can bear anything.

Annie and her baby. That’s all that matters now.

“I’m sorry, Annie.” Beth says quietly, taking her sister's hand in her own. “I’m so sorry.”

Annie looks up from her finished plate, her eyes still red-rimmed and glassy. She shakes her head slightly, giving Beth a weak smile.

“It’s nothing.” Beth hates how small Annies voice sounds, but she doesn’t know how to make it better.

“I’m sorry,” Beth says again because it’s all she can think to say.

“I’ll be okay.” Annie squeezes her hand firmly as if Beth is the one needing comforting. “I don’t need him.”

“No, you don’t,” Beth agrees. “You have me.”

“We have each other.”

“Always.”

They sit quietly for a long moment, only the sounds of Beth clearing their plates break the careful silence. Beth places them carefully in the sink along with the small pot and frying pan then fills it with warm, soapy water.

Beth is just pushing up her sleeves when Annie suddenly speaks. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” Beth says, turning back to face Annie. “You can ask me anything.”

Annie gives her a skeptical look. “I’m serious, Beth. Will you promise to be straight with me? No matter what?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Do you remember that party we went to a couple weeks ago? At weed Eddie’s place?”

Beth’s heart jumps into her throat, beating wildly with surprise, but she manages to keep her face neutral even as her brain short circuits. They’d never talked about the party—Beth never asked Annie where she’d disappeared to and Annie seemingly never noticed Beth’s absence from the couch. So why was Annie bringing it up weeks later out of the blue?

She couldn’t possibly know. There’s just no way.

“As opposed to the party we went to at ABC Liquor Eddie’s place?” Beth’s joke comes out a little strained, her voice not quite as light as she was hoping.

Annie doesn’t laugh. “That’s a yes?”

Beth nods. “Yes, I remember it.”

“So… did you, like, talk to anyone there?”

“It was a party, Annie. I talked to a lot of people,” Beth lies, gripping the counter hard as she leans back against it.

“But do you remember talking to anyone specific?”

“Like who specifically?”

“Like a guy, Beth! Did you talk to a guy at the party?” Annie waves a hand for emphasis. “Specifically, did you happen to talk to a guy with a giant neck tattoo?”

Beth blanches.

“I-I barely remember that party at all, Annie.”

“But do you remember talking to a guy with a neck tattoo? Like, a massive bird?”

“I mean-“ Beth pauses, wracking her brain for the right words. “I think I remember talking to a guy like that in the kitchen.”

“That’s all you did right? Just talked to him?”

“Oh my god, Annie! Of course, all I did was talk to him! I don’t even know that guy's name.”

“And he hasn’t contacted you since or anything?”

“No!” Beth's voice comes out far too high-pitched.

“Okay, good.” Annie nods to herself, pursing her lips as if she’s thinking hard. “That’s good.”

“Uh, excuse me,” Beth begins indignantly, “Do you mind explaining to me why you’re giving me the first degree over some guy I barely said a word to?”

“Weed Eddie said he was asking around about you.”

Butterflies flutter in her stomach at the thought of Rio talking about her with his friends. He told her before that he did—that he’d asked around about her to get her name. But hearing from someone else that he was talking about her makes her feel warm and almost giddy.

But Beth knows she has to play it cool in front of Annie.

“So what if he was?” Beth asks aloofly, shrugging her shoulders as if she didn’t care.

“Beth, he isn’t just some guy.” Annie gives her a deadpan look. “He’s a drug dealer.”

Somehow Beth isn’t even phased—she knew that already even if she didn’t know.

“So?”

“What do you mean ‘so’!?” Annie cries incredulously, throwing her hands up before slamming them down on the counter and pushing herself up so she’s leaning forward on the stool.

“Your friend Weed Eddie is a drug dealer. You literally call him Weed Eddie! And you took me to his house.”

“Eddie sell dime bags to college students–“

“And high schoolers apparently.”

“–this guy, he’s like, a gangbanger for real.”

“Annie, it doesn’t matter what he is,” Beth exclaims. “I literally don’t know him!”

Annie blinks at Beth, slumping back on the stool. She frowns, her dark brows knitting together so hard they nearly touch in the middle.

“I just–” Annie says, voice quieter. “When I heard Rio was asking around about you… I just got worried is all.”

“Do you know him?” Beth asks, trying to suss out as much information about Rio as she can without seeming over invested. “Should I be worried about you?”

Annie shakes her head. “No, I’ve never met him, but I’ve heard stories from Eddie and…” she pauses, looking pale. “And I just know he’s a bad guy, okay, Beth?”

Beth’s head spins trying to wrap around the idea of Rio as someone dangerous. It’s almost laughable to think that the same guy who teased her relentlessly and kissed her so tenderly is also some big, bad gangbanger.

And maybe he actually is as bad as Annie thinks. But Beth just can’t find it in her to be afraid.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” Beth assures Annie, giving her a small smile.

“You’d worry if it were me.”

“Well, that’s my right as your older sister.”

“Well, it’s my right as your baby sister to worry about you!” Annie grins. “If I don’t keep you in line, no one will!”

They both laugh at that.

“For real though, B,” Annie says, her voice much lighter. “It's us against the world, right? I’ve got your back and you’ve got mine.”

“Always,” Beth agrees.

That’s how it’s always been—Beth and Annie and later, Ruby—supporting each other through thick and thin. They’ve always stuck together without question, no matter what.

But that doesn’t mean they tell each other everything.

The thing about raising your baby sister is knowing the line between adult guardian and older sister. Beth has always known when to be the adult when it comes to Annie, and there are some things adults don’t tell children.

And maybe Annie’s not a child anymore, but she’s certainly not grown. So Beth isn’t going to worry her about things she doesn’t need to worry about. Annie needs to focus on herself and her baby and leave the worrying to Beth.

#asked and answered #rough draft fr

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titansandothers · 2 years

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An Unlikely Aide (7/?)

Tara eyed Martin as he made his way around the kitchen, her brows furrowed in thought. The more time she spent with this man, the more questions she had. He had informed her of her past to the best of his abilities, but not so much when it came to himself. He answered her questions, yes, but he couldn't seem to stay consistent. Something about him just seemed off. His appearance didn't feel natural. He seemed to be wise far beyond his years. Something just didn't add up with him... but he still had her trust. While he wasn't honest about who he was, she did know he truly wanted to help her. What were the odds he could have intentionally found her that day? If he meant harm, why would he help her forge a new identity to leave her previous life? Would a terrible person really monitor her diet to keep her from getting ill after so long without proper nutrition? No. And he certainly wouldn't be cooking her the first proper meal she'd had since before her memory left her. She internally scolded herself for assuming anything foul of Martin. Taking a deep breath, Tara smiled and got up from her seat at the empty table. "Is there anything I can do to help?" she chirped, now standing next to the Brit. "I've got it all 'andled. You just rest." Martin assured. "I'm getting a bit antsy after resting so long," Tara smirked, only partially lying. "Plus, I need to thank you somehow. You've been doing so much for me." "Well, you'll have to find another way because I've already finished," he grinned triumphantly, plating the food. Tara let out a playful huff and took her plate to the table. “This is Eggs Benedict, you said?” she asked as she lifted her fork, practically salivating just from looking at the food. “Indeed, it is.” Martin answered as he prepared his plate. “English muffin, Canadian bacon, poached egg, and hollandaise sauce. I also ‘ave some-” He paused as he caught sight of Tara, cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk’s and her plate nearly half gone already. “-fruit and yogurt.” “Sowsh good,” she replied before swallowing, speaking more clearly this time. “Sounds good!” “Right,” the Brit responded as he sat down with his food. “I take it you like it?” “It’sh really good!” the blonde nodded excitedly whilst eating another bite. “Thank you. But be careful now,” Martin warned. “I know I said it’s probably safe for you to eat regularly now, but I wouldn’t advise scarfing it down so fast you upset your stomach.” Tara paused and nodded, chewing a bit slower before swallowing. “Sorry,” she smiled sheepishly. “It just feels like forever since I’ve had food this good! Is all your cooking this good?!” The man chuckled. “I like to think so, as long as it’s a recipe I already know. I can’t make guarantees with unfamiliar recipes. Not that much can surprise me food wise now.” “Why’s that?”Again with seeming wise beyond his years, Tara thought to herself. “Just a lot of cooking experience,” he shrugged. “...Okay,” she nodded, deciding not to push it just yet. Something still felt off…

#taoAnUnlikelyAide #optao #taostory #taochapter #Terra #Mad Mod

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nzbookwyrm · 2 years

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People I Want to Get to Know Better

Thank you @libertyreads for tagging me!

Relationship Status: Married for nearly seven years.

Favourite Colour: All shades of green, but a medium green with a hint of olive is one of the best shades of green.

Favourite Food: Mexican and Thai are great (but not very authentic in New Zealand).

Song Stuck in My Head: It’s usually a song from an anime my husbands been watching a lot of, but today it’s a Nirvana song (not sure what it’s called, but it’s from the MTV Unplugged Album).

Last Thing I Googled: Where to buy a particular toy for my nephew (it’s his birthday this week).

Time: 10:20 pm

Dream Trip: I don’t have any places I must go visit anymore. I visited all the ones I deeply wanted to see already (Bath, England; the Pyramids, Egypt; Petra, Jordan; Palmyra, Syria). So I will happily travel anywhere - there are so many places I haven’t been yet!

Last Thing You Read: The last book I finished was Hex Appeal by Kate Johnson. There are four books I am currently reading (I never read just one book at a time!)

Last Book You Enjoyed Reading: I enjoy almost all of them! It’s very rare for me to finish a book I’m not enjoying - those books tend to be never finished as I just read other books and the one I’m not enjoying stops getting picked up. But the best book I’ve read recently would be The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches by Sangu Mandanna.

Favourite Thing to Cook/Bake: I make a lot of muffins because I like eating them, and I’ve noticed that this year I’ve made a lot of soups.

Favourite Craft to do in Your Freetime: I don’t do a lot of crafting, but started English Paper Piecing last year. I have to be in a fairly low-stress high energy state to do it, so it is progressing extremely slowly.

Most Niche Dislike: Smelly things. We just spent two nights away in a little vintage cottage, and had to move all the scented candles and reed diffusers outside because it was too much! (Even one would have been too much.)

Opinion on Circuses: Not for me. But Cirque du Soleil might be interesting.

Do You Have Any Sense of Direction: Fairly good, but not great. I need to be reasonably familiar with the area, or consciously creating a mental map.

Tagging with no pressure: @archetypewriter ; @mostlyghostie ; @pendragyn ; @aroaessidhe ; and you, if you’d like to participate!

#personal

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confused-n-queer · 3 months

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Treating myself with kindness and giving myself acomidations is interesting.

I feel more at ease in the moment. Like my child brain (animal brain feels incorrect even though that’s what most people call it) feels fulfilled and safe because I’m giving it what it needs to feel that way. Wether that’s shopping for and cooking safe foods, wearing headphones and sunglasses in public, limiting talking and not masking my expressions at work, fidgeting and doodling, talking to myself out loud when I’m alone (or even playing pretend).

I’ve been working on a menu with proper portions and nutrition so I don’t over or under feed myself as I’m prone to doing. And I’m letting my inner child (i guess) be a part of and even guide this experiment. So far we’re stoked to try out “hidden veggie pasta sauce” it’s gonna taste so good and it’s gonna make me feel good since there’s so much nutritional value in it!

I let my inner self decide if there was an acceptable substitute for a safe food (a specific brand of cinnamon english muffin) I use to hide a nessisary but less pleasant food (fried eggs). She decided there wasn’t so we moved on putting it on a go order list. (Cinnamon bagels were too thick and hard to chew like a sandwich and toasted cinnamon raisin bread would be too thin and soft and make the egg texture worse.)

but also I feel bad giving myself an “out” for things I feel I shouldn’t do.

For instance buying bottled water when I can’t bring myself to wash my water bottles. Not like they won’t get cleaned I’m just too overwhelmed right now and it’s a time consuming and overwhelming process getting the soap and peppermint bottle cleaner cleaner taste out.

I go as long as possible without cleaning them to avoid this but the water tastes dirty now so they must be cleaned. So obviously the advice “don’t be a martyr” comes to mind. Like I could easily buy a liter bottle of water that I’ll use over and over then recycle in the mean time but OH NO ILL BE SPENDING $4 ON WATER AND CONTRIBUTING TO PLASIC WASTE! Like seriously? I try to avoid being wasteful but c’mon I already have trouble drinking enough water because of my sensory issues (hilariously it’s also like the only beverage I will drink) there’s no sense hospitalizing myself over something so small. (Fun fact I’ve been hospitalized more than once for dehydration. DRINK YA WATA KIDS!)

#sensory issues #autism #?#my therapist and I don’t think a diagnosis would be helpful for my long term goals #but you know if it walks like a duck give it acess to a pond because even if it’s a goose it’ll do better there than in a forest #neurodivergent

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