#John really likes fried foods

[therighthandofvengeance]

Sheridan: happy Hannukah, Commander.

Ivanova: thank you.

Sheridan: are you going to-

Ivanova: yes, I will have leftover fried foods. yes, you can come over and eat them. you’re such an American, you know that?

Sheridan: yee and haw, Ivanova.

#babylon 5 #b5 #john sheridan #susan ivanova #incorrect quotes #incorrect quotations #source: me #source: @therighthandofvengeance #channukah #hannukah #himbo and the bi a tale as old as time #americanism #oily foods are a channukah staple #John really likes fried foods #so this works #as long as Franklin doesn’t find out about Sheridan’s betrayal of his “Food Plan” #yeehaw

[storydays]

Brozone Random Headcannons

So I've seen the Trolls Band Together 3 times and counting and it was so good! So to get back in the groove, and after having some kind words come my way from multiple people, I really appreciate you guys! I'm gonna try a new writing style. Now remember, these are simply my opinions :)

SPOILERS AHEAD!

John Dory:

*Okay, so it is canon that Branch is 24 in the Trolls 3, which makes John Dory about 44.

*Nickname(s): JD, John

Fav color: Aquamarine and Green

Pronouns: He/Him (He supports, but is comfortable as himself)

He also gives me aromantic vibes, because like throughout the movie, he was really nonchalant when the romance bits came up, however subtle they are, he didn't give a damn lol.

JD is giving big Aries vibe with how confident he can be, pretty cheerful, and gets frustrated by tiny details, and unnecessary interruptions.

Bruce:

Bruce is the second oldest at 40

BIG Scorpio vibes!! He's strong (Y'all, have y'all seen how easily he lifted Branch when they first met) and hella independent. He was the first to question John Dory before their show, he was even hesitant to leave Vaycay Island before he sang with his brothers.

Nickname(s): Brucie, I feel like Brandy calls him that to mess with him or when she wants something. His brothers' (mostly John Dory and Clay), call him that to make fun of him as well.

Fav Color: White

DO NOT TOUCH THIS MAN'S HAIR!!!!! He will sic his kids on you and show no mercy.

Pronouns: He/Him (He's a huge ally, but he's also proud of himself.)

He loves experimenting and competing in the kitchen with Brandi, forces his brothers to try their food, and chooses whose food is going on the specials board.

Clay:

Clay is giving major middle-sibling vibes: at 35 years old.

Pronouns: He/They

Clay is non-binary and wears androgynous clothing but prefers their sweater romper and wristbands.

Nickname(s): Claybo (Viva calls him this to playfully annoy him), Clayton (Bruce and JD called him that as a kid, usually copying their mothers and grandma when they would scold him; but now call him that when he's overworked himself and they have to physically drag him to bed to rest.

Fav color: Green it was pretty obvious in the movie bc originally it was yellow when we first met him as a teen, but then we meet him later and it's green, and their whole outfit is green.

Def a Gemini! They're such a playful Troll, despite how serious he may act. But as he stated before, put some respect on his name bc they're a licensed CPA, fool!

Clay's favorite snack combo is:

Fries and a vanilla milkshake! He loves dipping the salty fries in the sweet vanilla.

They talk in their sleep, mostly about tax evasion and hot chocolate?

Hates doing their hair, Viva has to wait until he's sleeping for her to brush his tangles out.

Floyd:

Floyd is the second youngest at 32

He's such a Pisces! He's so empathetic, compassionate, and oh, so sensitive.

Pronouns: He/Him

He and Clay definitely go all out for Pride (Bc Trolls are literally all spectrums of the rainbow! We learned that in Trolls 2! It'd be impossible NOT to have a big party for Pride), and drag their brothers and are literally so hype at the whole event and crashes MEGA hard the next morning and sleeps for a good 12 hours.

Floyd remained friends with Veneer because, c'mon they were vibing. He could see Veneer wanted someone to see him, so he convinced the Mount Rageous police to let the twins out for Pride.

Had a long talk with Velvet and helped her to see the error of her ways, and she began to be nicer to Veneer and listen to him.

Fav color is Black. He knows he slays the Rock Troll look.

I'm gonna settle this once and for all: Floyd is gay. The one earring in his right ear is a shout-out to his voice actor who is an openly gay singer.

Nickname(s): Flo (I feel like Branch couldn't pronounce Floyd's name yet when he was just learning to talk, so he called him Flo and it stuck.) Floydie (when his brothers tease him about his crush that he refuses to name.)

The hair in his face is like a comfort thing for him. He knows his hair is soft, and when he's bored, he plays with it, and twirls it around his fingers.

Floyd definitely has a collection of journals, from his songwriting to venting his feelings, and even (poorly drawn) doodles of his family.

Branch:

He is the youngest at 24 as stated earlier.

Pronouns: He/Him

Fav color: Midnight blue like his hair

This dude is hella smart; like has a super high IQ, but is super chill about it.

He and Poppy are that meme: Tired X Energetic on a level 10!

Nickname: Branchifer (Poppy calls him that when she's calling him out on his attitude or when she's about to start teasing him.)

Def an Aquarius: highly intellectual, creative, and likes to join in on social interactions when it's on his time. Poppy learned the hard way why she shouldn't force him to join in.

Similar to Floyd, he was a bunch of notebooks filled with songs he'd written.

Branch is shy when it comes to family PDA, like if his brothers were to group hug him, or if they tried to mother him, and gets especially prickly when they baby-talk him in front of others.

This dude is the prince of sarcasm, clearly picking that trait up from all his brothers. Like bro, why are you so sarcastic?!

Is undeniably the most sarcastic of the brothers. (His nieces and nephews start to pick up on that, much to Bruce's horror. Brandi thinks it's hilarious.)

Doesn't really like kids, but absolutely adores his nephew Bruce Jr ( I mean he loves them all, but has a soft spot for that boy.) Bruce Jr is autistic and nonverbal and struggles to communicate. I believe he uses TSL (Troll Sign Language), and when Branch learns this, he starts signing fluently with his nephew, surprising everyone, especially Bruce Jr, because not many people can sign so fluently, but then Branch explains, that he learned when he was younger because you could go deaf at any moment and it's such a useful skill.

Bruce Jr shows Branch his blueprints that he's made and honestly, if they wanted to, they could take over the world.

That's all for now! Let me know what you guys think!

A big shout out to @vacayisland appreciate you! This one’s for you 🥰

#brozone x reader #dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #headcannons #branch #john dory trolls #clay trolls #bruce trolls #floyd trolls

[lonelypep]

every smash bros character ranked by how good of a cook i think they’d be.

82: piranha plant

eating this dish will kill you instantly. turns out he spit some poison in there while no one was looking. and yeah, that sucks, but if you even accepted a meal from this guy i think you have bigger problems

81: ridley.

let’s be real, if you let this guy into the kitchen, you made a huge mistake. it’s like john mulaney’s horse in a hospital sketch: you never know what he’s gonna do next. you’re too focused on getting him out.

80: king k rool.

king k rool is many things. a king, a pirate, a scientist. but he is not a cook. he’ll try, but he has literally no clue what he’s even doing in the kitchen.

79: yoshi

yoshi will give you a dish and you’ll be like “what the fuck is this” and he’ll talk about how it was made from the finest newborns of his home planet. i’m deciding to ignore it but it’s really nagging at me.

78: sonic

sonic shouldn’t be on this list. because he wouldn’t make you any food. he’ll go to the local sonic and get a burger in about 3 minutes. it sucks. disqualified.

77: pac man

what can i say. it tastes like literal plastic. i don’t even wanna know how he made it. i’ll give it back to him but the nice thing about pac man is he wouldn’t give a shit.

76: bowser jr.

fuck this guy. he rage quit at making a grilled cheese. now there’s a literal canonball in the stove. now no one else can use it!! this is what happens when you spoil kids.

75: pikachu/pichu

these two are in the same category since they’d make the same thing. they’d get store bought french fries and fry them with lighting outside. it’s consistent, it works, just not really filling. and they don’t know how to make anything else.

74. wario

don’t get me wrong: he knows what he’s doing. he’s the burger king of smash. he’s this low because the burger is the most unhealthy shit you’ll ever have. eating it gave you chronic diarrhea, gastrointestinal issues, and permanently damaged your taste buds. but god fucking damn was it a good burger.

73. hero

he gave you a single piece of bread with butter on it. it’s not bad but…really dude?

72: olimar

he didn’t make you a bad meal, in fact it was one of the best here. but that’s because he didn’t make you something. it was the pikmin and he’s trying to pass it off as his own and the pikmin don’t know because they don’t speak english. 0/10: not fucking cool dude.

71: kazuya

honestly? i don’t trust this guy. i was too intimidated to even ask his name. from what i can gather no one even invited him to the party he just showed up and made a mediocre meal. what’s weird: someone came into the kitchen and claimed this guy killed their whole family. we never saw that guy again. needless to say, kazuya wasn’t invited to the afterparty.

70: link (botw)

don’t get me wrong here, link is a five star chef. he’s just really unsanitary. apparently he cut the meat and vegetables with the same sword he killed calamity ganon with. i don’t wanna taste that guy!! have you seen him?? not to mention he pulled the meal out of his pants. i don’t even know how it fit in there.

69: inkling

she made a pancake and i thought it was good! but i absolutely can’t condone this. inkling left so much fucking weird slime and shit all over my house. and got really competitive when she heard i was getting meals from everyone else. i hope they’re all ok.

68: ROB

it was so processed. the most processed food i’ve ever had in my entire life. it’s not his fault, rob is a great guy. but this tasted like literally nothing.

67: ice climbers

when they told me they were making dessert, i trusted them. but i let someone else taste test first. my best friend was sent to the hospital because of tongue frostbite. didn’t even know that was a thing. i made the ice climbers pay for it (they’re fucking loaded)

66: villager

he made isabelle do it. and she made something great! but i’m not giving this cretin credit for having the money to afford a five star chef. you don’t deserve it because you sold a shit ton of tarantulas villager!!

65: lucario.

dude got really mad and destroyed my kitchen. he’s REALLY lucky he got the burger PERFECTLY cooked.

64: male byleth.

like this dude knows how to cook. he can barely make chicken nuggets. he has to eat in the school cafeteria simply because he never learned how to cook a simple meal. but he’s a really nice guy. total himbo. love him.

63: ryu

i asked this guy what he likes to eat. big mistake. he then went on to say that his training regiment doesn’t condone copious indulgence (his words) and he lives off of nothing but protein shakes. you do you i guess.

62-61: fox/falco

these two went into the kitchen and came out with weird alien food. i didn’t eat it but everyone else seemed to enjoy it

60: greninja

when he first came out i was so excited. he came out with the most finely sliced food i had ever seen in my entire life. but it was soooo watered down. everything tasted like celery. how do you make crab taste like celery?? how??!

59-58: simon/richter

these guys both made the same exact fish recipe, came out at the same time, and proceeded to fight each other. i didn’t get to try any 😭

57-49: every fire emblem character.

genuinely, i can’t tell these guys apart. or their food choices. honestly, my bad. i’m sure they’re good. but where do i even start.

48: sheik

she doesn’t know how to cook. she kidnapped someone else. normally i wouldn’t put someone like that this high but a. i have gender envy b. it’s for the greater good (or so she said)

47: cloud

dude made a great sandwich but he kept screaming random noises while he did. personally, i’m just glad he managed not to destroy the kitchen. that’s a first here.

46: captain falcon

he promised he’d pick up some pizza but got into a car crash on the way there. eventually he got there after the car crash was all sorted out, but got into ANOTHER on the way back. i’m honestly kind of impressed

45: steve

steve could cook an absolutely fucking KILLER meal. he’ll even offer to do it for free. but you shouldn’t let him under any circumstances. he took 13 hours gathering materials and while the wait was, arguably, worth it, i never want to experience it again. (side note: we asked captain falcon to get some pizza while waiting which led to the aforementioned entry)

44: sora

sora doesn’t know how to cook but he’s by far the biggest name at this party. everyone fucking loves him. he’s friends with GOOFY. this dude hangs out with GOOFY. this guys has hung out with GOOFY AND jack sparrow. bad food but i could listen to this guy talk for hours about his story. i’m sure i’ll understand it all.

43-40: pokémon trainer

this guys organization is fucking atrocious. if he can actually get his shit together he’ll cook up some nice vegetarian meals, but that’s a big if.

HONORABLE MENTION: sans mii gunner

sans undertale is a world renowned, famous chef. his recipes are simple, but cooked with such love, care, and finess it turns a simple cheeseburger into a masterpiece. sans undertale would easily top this list. sans mii gunner is not sans undertale. he bought the real sans’ cookbook and thinks he’s some kind of cooking genius. and sure he’s got the recipes but none of the skill to actually make it.

39-38: samus/zero suit samus

hooray! we’re out of bad cook options now. samus is a great cook, but she’s so used to her alien delicacies she doesn’t know how to cook on earth anymore. shame, but i trust her to produce something edible.

37: shulk

he is really good at the grill. unfortunately, he refused to put a shirt on and made everyone a little uncomfy. that being said, he showed me the beach boys and i had never listened to them before. so he gets points.

36-35: pit/dark pit

these guys don’t know how to cook but the flew into the sky and killed some mythical bird for everyone to eat. i couldn’t have any, i’m pescatarian, but everyone else loved it.

34: bayonnetta

she opened a portal to a waffle house and a bunch of demons came flying out. she didn’t make anything, but honestly, absolutely legendary experience that was.

33: duck hunt

you’d think a dog wouldn’t bring anything meaningful. this would be false. that is the freshest duck i’ve ever seen in my entire life. (didn’t eat it: pescatarian)

32: king dedede

he made his legendary homemade mashed potatoes. everyone loved them. so creamy… weirdly perfect. too bad i hate the monarchy. sorry bud.

31: meta knight

meta knight is a great cook and should be higher. but i don’t want him to be. because he’s so fucking pretentious. he sliced all the food in front of everyone and wouldn’t shut up about radiohead. hate this guy.

30-29: daisy/peach

these two put all their private chefs together to make something for everyone. great catering, great food, but they didn’t technically make it. love them.

28: mewtwo

as if mewtwo wouldn’t just read someone’s mind and cook something. but it’s not mewtwo’s food…so…. sorry dude you cheated.

27: dark samus

she really surprised me here. she cooked up the most exquisite alien delicacies i’ve ever tasted in my entire life. should be higher. but unfortunately, i had to get a space parasite removed from my system by regular samus. honestly though… it was worth it.

26: ganon

he was rude to everyone about his cooking skills and wouldn’t stop bragging. asshole am i right? but surprised everyone by grilling his god damn heart out. he’s a bad try hard but like go off i guess.

25: isabelle

she’s trying her absolute fucking best and she deserves the world here. amazing cook, we need to save her from the island.

24: little mac

dude went so hard. brought new york pizza ALL THE WAY FROM NEW YORK. ok, not literally, but he made a damn good pizza

23: snake

full disclosure: snake doesn’t know how to cook. also no one knows he’s an agent. but he has to cook to blend in so you BEST BELIEVE this man is going to COOK like his life depends on it.

22-20: young link, ness, and lucas

all these guys are incredibly mature for their age. surprised everyone at this party. i had deep and philosophical conversations with all of them about appreciating life. i fucking cried. oh and they made everyone sandwiches, and even took my pescatarianism into account.

19: rosalina

she brought weird space ice cream and i felt my mind expanding as i ate it. love her.

18: mr game and watch

he feels like everyone’s dad! and he’s one of those cooks who cooks in front of everyone. dude flung his meals onto everyone’s plates expertly. love him.

17: joker

originally much lower on this list, joker showed up at my house and attempted to make a grilled cheese and made the worst thing i’ve ever taste. then he said something about gru from despicable me and stood in the corner for an hour. originally i had him towards the bottom but then he doordashed five gigantic burgers, ate all of them in one sitting, and then made me an expensive curry that tasted fantastic. dude went hard.

it was at this point i realized i made a mistake with the numbers. like hell if i’m going to fix the whole thing.

22: zelda

she made some weird food but damn was it pretty to look at! crystals, magic power, i mean good vibes all around here.

21-20: pyra and mythra

i feel like i should put them here since they’re confirmed to be good cooks in the game. but between you and me, i didn’t invite them. i’d consider some entries before this to be better cooks but at this point i’ve been working on this list for 8 hours i do not wanna go back and fix things please i mean this whole list is a joke no one should take this seriously

19: banjo and kazooie

these guys can fucking cook. they’ve been living on their own for a while so it makes sense but it still surprises me. they made a really big stew and even brought free puzzle games.

18: wolf

GRILL MASTER. dude knows what he’s doing on that thing. i’ve never seen better spatula work. holy shit.

17: kirby

kirby came in with some weird blonde hair and made some FANTASTIC ribs (that i didn’t have bc i’m pescatarian). weirdly, gordon ramsey went missing the same day…. i’m sure it means nothing.

16: mario

dude made some absolutely spectacular spaghetti. but he kept talking about how great he is and it really off put some people. kinda weird dude.

15: dr mario. dude brought 50 apples to the potluck. guess he doesn’t wanna see anyone in the office. and he didn’t because we ate them all. take that.

14: min min

she brought some soup dumplings which a lot of people hadn’t had! love her. literally fantastic. she had a whole arm for cooking. that’s what we call efficient.

13: ken

he’s kenough. he is amazing at barbecue. he can cook things with his hands, juggle, also he’s just a fun presence. (i made him make fake meat burgers for me)

12: jigglypuff

she showed up with so many pastries. like so many. not only that, but they were decorative!! she put so much work into that. love her.

11: luigi

he tried to make spaghetti like his brother but a literal fucking meteor slammed into his pot and cracked it. tough luck. then he offered to pay and i refused, but went out and got me some really expensive spaghetti anyways! he’s such a nice guy!! shouldn’t be this high… but i love this guy so much. he’s trying his hardest and i respect that.

10: toon link

toon link didn’t actually make anything. but his mom came and made everyone a salad. and honestly! his mom is some great company. she had so many interesting stories about his childhood. honestly she added so much to the function

9: terry

he is the BARBECUE MASTER!!!! literally what the hell how is he so good! everyone at the party kinda stereotyped him but he’s really really progressive with his views which you wouldn’t think for a big barbecue muscle guy in a baseball cap but everyone loved this guy.

8: mega man

the MASTER CHEF!! literally. he was on master chef. he uses thin round blades to slice vegetables, heats things perfectly, has an instance knowledge of spices, just damn. this guy knows what he’s doing.

7-6: bowser and donkey kong

common misconception: everyone thinks these two would have no idea how to cook. but these are FAMILY GUYS HERE!! they’re providing for absolutely gigantic families, these fuckers know how to make a sandwich and they did. initially they started off making separate sandwiches but they have a really similar recipe and decided to work together. and i really respect that. also turns out peach is just bowser’s kids’ babysitter.

5: palutena.

everyone expected her to show up with some absolutely mystical food. naturally, she showed up with the literal ambrosia of the gods. holy shit. unfortunately, she didn’t put as much effort into it as she could’ve.

4: sephiroth.

ok this guy didn’t really cook anything amazing. but his sheer fucking commitment to the vibe is literally legendary. this man has a long as sword he cut 10 veggies at a time with. he heat them with magic world ending fire. when he was done in the kitchen he surrounded himself with fire and gazed menacingly at me. his sheer commitment to the edge lord aesthetic is truly exemplary.

3: incineroar.

THE GRILLING GOAT!! this man is a grill master. he was prepared to grill ANYTHING. and i mean anything. fish, veggies, meat, fucking grilled cheese. love this guy.

2: wii fit trainer

she made the most well balanced and healthy salad i’ve ever had. and she made it taste extraordinary. she can be a little intense about fitness but i’ve never had a healthier meal in my life. it immediately lowered my extremely high cholesterol.

1. diddy kong

he’s about ten. he made you a pb&j. he had homework to do, but he made you a pb&j. he didn’t have to. he wasn’t asked to. he just wanted to make you a pb&j. he could’ve done anything else but he made you a pb&j. what heartless monster wouldn’t accept it.

#i listened to country music making this #video games #super smash bros #luigi #super mario #princess peach #donkey kong #legend of zelda #metroid #kirby #star fox #pokémon #earthbound #mother 3 #f zero #fire emblem #kid icarus #wario #metal gear #sonic #pikmin #animal crossing #isabelle #mega man #punch out #pac man #xenoblade #street fighter #ff7 #persona 5

[meangirls-imagines]

Welcome to the Poly!Plasticsverse!

collab with: @yungpoetfics (my fav bubs in the world)

Regina George

@queenbgina/@callmereginald (she/her)

North Shore's Queen Bee

Soft for her girlfriends

The mom of the group

Basically a sugar mommy for her girls

Lifehack Geek

TikTok hater

Has rational fear of werewolves

Will fight a bitch

Victoria's Secret girly

Female rapper stan (Doja, Cardi, Megan, etc.)

Gryffindor

Lesbian

Gretchen Wieners

@thegretchenw/@greatgretsby (she/her/it (only if ur special))

The second mom of the group

Softest human

Loves playing with her girlfriends hair

#1 Twilight hater

Has a letterboxd account just to leave bad reviews

The level headed one usually, but will snap when she needs

Cuddly as fuck

Loves Fleur du Mal lingerie

Stubborn as Fuck

Wine drinker/expert

Loves vintage music (Elvis, Elton John, etc.)

Hufflepuff

Bisexual

Karen Shetty

@karebearz/@karensheetty (any pronouns)

Ambidextrous™️

Loves Spongebob

Plant Parent

Knows Britney Spears and Lady Gaga choreo

Kpop girly (Blackpink, BTS, etc.)

Lettering expert

Has Funko Pop collection

Squishmallow lover

Ravenclaw

Pansexual

Cady Heron

@cady_heron/@defnotcaddy (she/her)

The third mom of the group

Whispers when angry

Carries bandaids at all times

Always has snacks

Lactose Intolerant (but LOVES cheese)

Cries at Rom-Coms

LOVES hugs

Cannot handle spicy food

Sleeps with a teddy bear

Happy to be here

Friends with everyone's parents

Token vanilla of the group

Has diary (with a heart shaped lock)

Bisexual

Aaron Samuels

@aaronsammy/@atomicaaron (he/him) or (ho/mie)

1/3 of Terror Trio

Y/N's best friend

North Shore's resident Himbo

Will do anything if someone says "I dare you"

Impulsive buyer

Has one brain cell (shares it with Y/N)

Overuses ���� emoji

Usually confused

1/2 Golden Retriever duo

Can skateboard

Uses Axe body spray

Co-founder of Stuntmares

Dreams of grabbing a teddy in a claw machine (bucket list item)

Ass man

Owns too many grey sweatpants

Kisses his homies (homiesexual)

Has never watched Harry Potter

Watches lifestyle coaches on YT

Can play the ukulele (really badly)

Loves Eminem and Harry Styles (would fuck Harry Styles)

Writes Larry Stylinson fanfics

Kissed Y/N once (regretted immediately)

Bisexual

Damian Hubbard

@hubbarddamian/@damianishubby (he/him/they)

Learned how to sew from Janis

Does drag and has a YT channel (Anita Dick)

Huge Adore Delano stan

Will fight anyone who hurts Janis

Doesn't like Rupaul as a person, but is a religious Drag Race fan

#1 Poly!Plastics fan

Has an 8 step skincare routine

Cameraman for Stuntmares

Earlybird

Lies about having curfew to go to sleep early

Ravenclaw

(Lowkey wishes he was a Slytherin bc it's the "cuntiest house"

Him and Karen watch The Bachelor

Fav movie is Dirty Dancing (did the lift with Janis)

Learned how to twerk from Y/N

Gay

Janis Imi'Ike

@janiisimiike/@imiikenough (she/they)

Secret Barbie girly(live action and animated movies)

Will go straight for Ryan Gosling

Feral chihuahua of the group

Hozier stan

HATES THE KARDASHIANS

Pain in Regina's ass

Anger Issues™️

Secretly loves Olivia Rodrigo

Mentally Ill friend

Emotional Drunk

Karaoke Queen

Tits girly

Leather Jacket lesbian

Getting piercings > therapy

Has a suit collection

Thrifter

Loves her friends

Dog person (secretly)

Quotes niche memes

Kinky af

Middle Child

Lesbian

Y/N Y/L/N (FC: Chrissy Costanza)

@thisbeyn/@reginaslefttit (she/he/they/it)

2/3 Terror Trio

2/2 Golden Retriever duo

Has matching fried egg tattoo with Aaron.

Co-Founder of Stuntmares

"Hi, I'm Y/N and welcome to Stuntmares" *jumps off roof into pool*

Cuts her own hair

Blooper Reel Queen

North Shore's resident stoner

AUDHD (autistic + ADHD)

Playlists range from Beethoven to ashnikko

"IT'S NOT A PHASE. IT'S A LIFESTYLE."

Demisexual

Plays electric guitar

Has slight speech impediment

Gremlin of the group

D&D Dungeon Master

ALWAYS falls asleep during movie night

Power Nap Addict™️

Insomniac

Monster Energy Drink Enthusiast (collects the cans)

Oddly good at Origami

Tweets everything she thinks

Has been banned from Fortnite and Roblox

Married to Gretchen on The Sims (regina and karen were sad)

Anger issues

✨Spicy✨ Latina (do not fuck with her people)

Matching rings with her gfs

Def had one night stand with Cady

Shane Oman

@shaneomann/@omantastic (he/him) or (dumb/hoe)

Loves Old School Rap (Biggie, Tupac, Snoop Dogg, etc.)

Hates Y/N at first but comes to love her like a sister.

Only person who can outsmoke Y/N.

Has a dropped truck with red LED lights under it.

Blasts music walking down the halls.

Always has the zoomies.

Orange cat friend.

Has elevator music playing in his head 24/7.

Challenged Damian to a dance off. (He lost. But he had girls simping over him)

Posts thirst traps on TikTok. (Regina's mom is his #1 follower)

Has a frying pan tattooed to match Aaron and Y/N.

Always on Stuntmares trying to create new world records.

Or eating a bunch of weird combos.

"Oman! Not again!" *proceeds to eat a marshmallow and spam sandwich*

Ralph Lauren man

Whenever the polycule argues, he's a "fuck this shit, I'm out" person.

Professional party crasher

Dine and Dash expert

Has nipple piercings (Aaron and Y/N dared him to get them)

Curses like a fucking sailor (Half of his lines on Stuntmares are just censor beeps)

Talks way too fast.

Knows Italian and Spanish (Him and Y/N talk shit in Spanish)

His ringtone for Aaron and Y/N is the remix of the Windows error sound

Loves t-shirts with offensive prints (Regina tries to make him dress normally)

Has gc with Aaron and Y/N called "Hoemies"

Would fuck Aaron

TICKLISH

Major gossip (Him and Gretchen meet once a week to talk shit)

#regina george x reader #karen shetty x reader #gretchen wieners x reader #aaron samuels #cady heron #janis imi'ike #damian hubbard #poly!plasticsverse

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Hello, my love!

I, unfortunately, missed your requests being open (six pages of a thesis is kicking my ass right now) but when they’re open again, is there a chance you could write another Dad!Price fic?

Since the last one felt so personal to me, would it be possible to have Price helping his daughter through Uni stress? Maybe she asks him to help her on her thesis? Lord knows I could use some inspo/assistance on mine!

Of course, if this is too late then feel free to delete it! I just wanted to pop in and drop a request off before I either, A: forgot about it, or B: missed your requests being open the next time :(

Sending so much love and hugs <3

Late Night Cookies

PAIRING: John Price x Daughter!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Stressed and still awake, you go to grab food from the kitchen before you get right back into your work. Your father talks some sense into you over a nostalgic recipe.

WORDCOUNT: 1.5k

WARNINGS: Stress around school, grades, papers, etc. but 90% fluff and comfort

A/N: I'm so glad you sent something in, Love! So good to hear from you again!

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

Your eyes were blurry and your hands were shaking, the table light shining too brightly in the stillness of your bedroom as a cold breeze wafts through the cracked window. 

The words swirled on your computer screen, sitting in front of you as your head slipped forward. Letters bleed into nonsense sentences that even a genius couldn’t make sense out of. There were weights on your fingers—keeping them stuck to the keys. 

“And, thus,” your garbled speech slips out, reading the line you’d just written; eyes squinting as your headache flares. “A-and…thus…” 

Shaking your head, you pull back and press your palms into your eyesockets, your spine flopping back with an audible crack as it straightens from hours of hunched torture. A groan slips out of your lips. 

“Shit,” you growl, sighing harshly. 

University, while necessary, was really your worst enemy right now—you’re constantly stressed and getting little sleep; when was the last time you’d eaten? Pages upon pages of typed research seer your eyes while closed. Only in this tight silence of your room were you able to hear the small sounds of the TV on in the house as it wafts in from under the line of your door. 

Your hands slip down your face as you stare blankly at your ceiling, eyes burning with fatigue. The muffled shouts from football games play in your ears. 

Humming, you push back from your desk and stand, stumbling for a second as your numb legs get prickles of electricity shooting through them. You needed food, water, even. Then you can get back into it. On the way out you snatch a blanket from the frame of your bed, wrapping it over your shoulders to preserve heat. 

Like a snail, you shuffle over the hardwood before finally pushing out into the hallway with only a small bump into the door frame. Hissing, the darkness of the house was good, and before long you’d grumbled past the large form laying on the living room couch in need of any form of sustenance. So brain-fried, you end up completely missing the small questioning ask of your name as Liverpool fights off another rival on-screen. Slashing colors dance across the darkness. 

The hand on your shoulder, though, you can’t miss.

“Sweetheart?” Your father’s voice brings you back from blankly nodding off into his chest as he turns you around. You jerk back with a rapid fluttering of your eyelashes. 

“Yeah?” Your voice slurs, croaky, and you rub again at your cheeks with the corner of your blanket. “What’s up?”

Blue eyes blink down at you in shock at your state, small noise made in the back of the large man’s throat. “Hell’s this, then? Thought you were sleeping already.”

“Sleeping?” The tone is incredulous, a bit of sanity leaking back into your speech. You look up into your dad’s face and his tight beard; his eyebrows are curled in. “I’m not even close to being done. I can’t sleep yet.” 

John blinks slowly, gaze darting from the sizable bags under your eyes to the redness of your sclera—the veins that reach for your irises like infectious fingers. His grip on you tightens. 

“When’s the last time you took a break, Love?” He asks slowly, taking you by the shoulders and bending down a little. He looks concerned. “It’s bloody dark out.”

You stare and huff a sheepish, tired, smile while your dad’s expression tightens with exasperation. He blinks in disbelief at your non-answer, answer. 

“Fuckin’ hell…c’mon, Sunshine, off to bed.” Your head is already shaking.

“I’m hungry.” John sighs, and the air ruffles your hair. But he relents and before you know it there’s a hand on the back of your shoulders corralling you into the kitchen. You lean heavily into your father’s side, and his fingers curl over your opposite arm. 

A soft kiss is pressed to your head. 

“How long have you been up, eh?” You yawn and lick your lips. Flinching when John flicks the kitchen light on. Burrowing down into your blanket, you seep in his heat like a greedy lizard. “Sweetheart?”

“Dunno,” you’re guided over to the island and plopped down into a chair. “I need to finish my work.” 

He chuckles and you slouch over to fold your arms, resting your chin on them. “Well, I suppose you plan on finishing it half-asleep?” 

John opens the fridge, looking over the small remnants of supper. He frowns and turns to look at you as your face lays sideways on your limbs. You blink slowly at him.

“...Maybe,” you grumble, face hot. 

Your father grunts and closes the fridge, turning back around and crossing his arms. 

“No more of this, eh?” He begins, glaring and infecting his words with that infectious authority. “After we get you fed, you’re off to bed. That’s that.” 

You’re about to protest before your dad interrupts with a stern growl of your name. You grit your teeth and shamefully dip your head. There’s a moment of silence where the outside sounds of wind and creaking can be heard—the entire world asleep beside the father and daughter in the dim kitchen.  

John tilts his head and softens his face; feet carrying him over. Stopping beside you, he places his hand on your scalp and pats you gently, rubbing his thumb into your hair. Lashes flutter, and your body sags into the counter even more. Your father kisses your head and whispers, “You need your sleep, Sweetheart. This’ll do you no good. Pace yourself, you’ll get it done—I promise, yeah?”

“How do you know?” Your voice mutters, hesitation finally showing itself. Eyes stare at the table, red and dry. 

Your father chuckles and you glance back. He’s smiling in his own way, wrinkles showing and eyes crinkling with amusement.

“You’ve gotten this far. My girl’s not one to give it up. And even if you do,” he stands and pats your shoulder before he heads to the pantry. Your expression leaks slight confusion as he opens the door. “We can figure it out together. It’s not the bloody end of the world. It’ll pass.” 

Your internal anxiety eases at your parent's reassurance, his casual surety more of a blanket than the one you already swaddle yourself with. The subtle anxious shaking of your fingers stills after a moment of cognition. Stuffing down another yawn, you feel a warmth burn in your heart at the words and you smile. 

“When did you get all wise?” You tease, seeing John take out various ingredients as you watch. He scoffs.

“The second I got the call I was needed in hospital and had a damn daughter.” You laugh. 

“Alright, then,” your sarcastic reply slips out, and John chuckles lowly. After a moment you can’t stop your curiosity, no matter how much your limbs stay heavy. “What are you doing?”

A large bowl had been placed on the counter with a dull thunk. Blue eyes darted at you before measuring cups were spawned next to the previous object. 

“What’s it look like, then?” John’s finger casually points to a recipe that had been set up on the wall, a thin and damaged piece of paper with chicken scratch; stains, and crumpled corners. You blink at it in recognition.

“...Cookies?”

“You want chips or cinnamon?” 

Watching with wide eyes, you clear your throat and utter, “Uh, c-chips, I guess?” John grunts and focuses with a calm face. The recipe had been a sort of inside joke between the two of you. 

When your dad was off on assignment for long periods, you’d always make him a batch when he was set to leave and when he came back—a kind of soothing gesture to ease the uncertainty. To let him know you’d be alright without him here. 

He made them for you when you were sick or feeling bad. You blink quickly to dispel the sudden wetness of your eyes. 

“You helping?” John asks, not turning to you, as he dumps flour into the bowl. “Won’t taste right if you don’t.” A cheeky tone hits your ears. 

Standing, you shuffle over and grab at the chocolate bag, digging inside and stealing a few before your dad can stop you. He gives you a fake glare, huffing under his breath before smirking to himself.

Your body leans into his side and you giggle as he rubs his beard into your head. 

—

Hours later, you rest limply against your dad’s shoulder on the living room couch, empty plate on the coffee table and the TV low. You breathe softly and get the sleep you both deserve and need—of course, the work would start back up tomorrow, but it always would. Having your dad in your corner was the thing to keep you upright; your rock. 

John looks down and watches you with a deep well of affection and ease. He kisses your head before his arms reach around you, lifting with no problem. 

He carries his little girl, because that was what you would always be, off to bed and tucks you in. Snapping off your desk lamp with a small sigh of contentment and a low hum.

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[justsomerandomfanfic]

Mysterious Boyfriend - Tenth Doctor X Female Reader

Title: Mysterious Boyfriend

Tenth Doctor X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Sarah OC, Lucas OC, and Jaime OC

WC: 2,768

Warnings: Reader is drunk, alcohol, mentions of throwing up (no throwing up happens), teasing, cursing, nicknames, and fluff

You let out an infectious laugh as you walked back over to the table with your friends, setting down another round of drinks and food. Sitting down on the leather bench, you let out another giggle, your head feeling light and fluffy. Reaching out, you tried to grab your vodka cherry, but your best friend quickly pulled it from your reach, making you pout. Your friend, Sarah, gave you a look, gesturing to you with an extra hand. 

"Nuh, uh, sweetheart." She spoke over the loud, bumping music, "You're already super drunk, don't want you throwing up anytime soon."

"No fair," You muttered, stuffing your mouth with the greasy bowl of fries in front of you, "I am not that drunk."

Your second friend in attendance, Lucas, only rolled his eyes, giving you the same look Sarah had given you, "You are drunk. You had like... Four shots."

You threw your hands up in the air, "What!? I want to have fun tonight! I haven't been out to a bar in ages!" You exclaimed, waving your arms around for emphasis. 

Jaime smirked at your response, resting her chin on her hand that was propped up against the table, "Yeah, you've been so busy traveling with that mysterious boyfriend of yours." She teased, winking at you before taking a sip of her beer.

Lucas only shook his head, mimicking Jaime's position; resting his chin on his open palm, "Yeah, that's right... When are we going to meet this mystery man of yours?"

You sputtered out a nervous laugh, brushing your hair out of the way, "I don't know guys..." You trailed off, shaking your head, "What have you three been up to anyway?" You tried to change the topic, but your friends weren’t having it.

Sarah quickly let out a full-blown cackle, her head falling back before she shook her head at you, "Oh, hell no! You have to tell us about him! It's been what? A year that you've been together?"

You nodded, taking a few bites of your burger before responding, "Yeah… A little bit over a year." You sighed out.

Lucas frowned at your expression, as did your other two friends, "Why don't you talk about him ever? I mean, I think I say this for everyone but you don't have to tell us anything that you're not comfortable with... We are just curious-"

"Super curious, mind you," Sarah interrupted. 

Lucas stole a fry from Sarah's bowl in retaliation before continuing, "A lot of people are... Uh, secretive? Is that the right word? About their relationships. So, we totally understand if you don't want to tell us everything."

You chewed thoughtfully, sobering up a bit at his words, "Thank you, for the consideration. It's not that I don't want to tell you guys anything..." You let out a small chuckle, shrugging a shoulder, "I guess I'm still in that 'I can't believe this is real' stage..."

Jaime sighed dreamily at your words, "He must be amazing then."

You nodded, smiling at the thought of him, "Yeah, he is."

"Well, what's his name anyway?" Sarah asked, taking a sip of her coke, "So we don't have to call him the 'mysterious boyfriend.'"

You worried on your bottom lip momentarily, quickly thinking, "Uh, his- his name is John... John Smith." You answered, remembering the fake name that he used when needed in your - sometimes rather dangerous - adventures. 

Sarah, Lucas, and Jaime all looked at you with such curiosity and excitement, Sarah slapped the palms of her hands on the table, "What does he do? He's got to have a lot of money to be able to take you overseas and everything." She asked so enthusiastically, that she shifted in her seat, unable to sit still. “I mean, you’re always somewhere!”

You laughed quietly, "Yeah, he's a doctor."

"A doctor!" Jaime exclaimed excitedly, leaning forward, "Really? What kind of doctor!?"

"Doctor of medicine." You smiled lightly at their reactions, though, on the inside you were panicking slightly, "His specialty is medical regeneration." You told them, holding back the cheeky grin at your little joke to yourself.

Their reactions were almost instantaneous, "Where has he taken you? France? Italy?" Lucas then asked, eating more of his fries and taking a sip of his own drink, "I bet he's a romantic, taking you to all the wonders of the world." He muttered thoughtfully.

‘Through the universe and time, more like it.’ You thought as you nodded, grabbing a fry, "He says he hates that romance stuff, but he really is a pretty romantic guy… And he's taken me practically everywhere. In fact..," You trailed off, gesturing to the necklace around your neck, "I got this on one of our trips recently. In France. He gave it to me. But that was after he took me to see a concert that I was dying to see."

The necklace in question was a gift from the Doctor when he had taken you back to 1950 France, giving you the Dior necklace only a couple of years after the jewelry company was invented. And that was right after traveling to 1970 England to see Queen live for their first performance at Truro City Hall. Which was amazing, as you fully expected. 

Jaime dreamily sighed again, her eyes drooping slightly as she mentally daydreamed, "I wish I had a cute partner that would give me things..." She trailed off before her eyes widened and she stared at you, "He is cute, right?" She asked, and you scoffed, waving a hand at her as if her question was ridiculous... Which it was.

You shook your head, a bright smile appearing on your lips, "Oh, don't get me started! He's gorgeous! Dark brown hair, always sticking out at odd angles no matter how many times he tries to fix it. Dark brown eyes that I can't help but fall into every time I see or look at him..." Your voice rose into the falsetto pitch, your cheeks growing warm as you spoke. "And those dimples... Oh, gosh, and that smile..." You said, covering your burning cheeks with your hands, groaning softly, "His smile makes my heart stop..."

"He sounds wonderful, and handsome..." Lucus spoke, laughing lightly as you gushed over your man. "But, uh, he does treat you right, right?" He asked and you sputtered out another laugh, tossing a fry into your mouth.

"Is that even a question? He's perfect! Such a gentleman... Always opening doors for me... He's funny, always making me laugh. He's so smug, but in a cute way, and he's playful." You paused for a moment before letting out a small chuckle, remembering the time he took you to a planet that was covered in a purple substance that was very similar to snow. You had both just played in that snow, making purple snowmen, and starting purple snowball fights which ended up with the both of you holding hands as you lay on the cold ground, laughing softly up at the pink sky. Your memories seemed to play in your mind like a slideshow, making your bright smile soften into one of admiration, "He can be serious too. And so protective. Always putting my safety first..." You whispered, staring off into space as you reminisced. “And he listens to me, gives me advice…”

"That's nice." Sarah spoke, placing a soft hand on your arm and giving it a squeeze, "He does sound wonderful. You must really love him."

"Love him?" Jaime spoke up with a small laugh, gesturing to you, "She's head over heels, whipped, smitten!" She spoke, pointing her finger at you mockingly, and you stuck your tongue out at her.

Finishing the rest of your fries, you glanced back up at your friends, "Who knows, you might be lucky enough to meet him tonight. He's picking me up in an hour." You shrugged, standing up from your booth, "And so before I have to go... Let's dance!"

For the next handful of minutes, you danced with your three friends, jumping up and down to the music that played loudly over the sound speakers! You let yourself get lost in the music, feeling as if all your problems and the world around you seemed to disappear into the background as you danced with your friends in the middle of the dancefloor. It was nice to just hang out with your friends. It had been over three months since you had seen them, and you had missed them dearly. It was nice to take a break from traveling, especially if it meant having your old group of friends there with you.

As the night began to wind down, you leaned against Jaime, arms looped with hers as you walked out of the bar with Lucas and Sarah. You let out another laugh, still feeling a bit drunk, having snuck one more drink and a glass of water. You were mumbling a song that had been playing at the bar, almost stumbling over your own two feet.

"Dude, we should not have let her have that watermelon Jack Daniels," Jaime laughed, pulling you closer to her, "She's probably gonna end up being super ew tomorrow." She teased, poking you lightly in the side, making you burst out in giggles once more.

Lucas shook his head at the both of you, "Yeah, she's gonna have one killer headache in the morning. That’s for sure." He laughed along as you continued to giggle. “I mean, can’t blame her, I might have one too.”

Sarah hummed, fiddling with the keys in her hands, being the driver since she only had one beer over an hour ago. "Where is this handsome, doctor boyfriend of yours, anyway, sugar?" She asked, looking around them, the city lights illuminating the street and sidewalk enough for everyone to easily see. 

Leaning your cheek on Jaime's shoulder, you grabbed your phone from your pocket, flipping it open. "He should be here soon." And right before any of your friends could say anything more, your eyes widened with such joy when you noticed the Doctor walking down the sidewalk towards you; looking as handsome as ever in his usual attire. "Hey, honey!" You waved excitedly at him.

Your friends turned their heads, Jaime's jaw dropping at the sight of the Doctor making his way over. You shimmied out of her arms before falling into the Doctor's arms instead, wrapping your arms tightly around his thin, but strong, body. "Hello there, love." His arms automatically wrapped securely around your waist, instantly taking note of how intoxicated you were. 

Suddenly, you pulled back, tugging on his arm, and pulling him over to your awaiting friends, "Guys! This is my boyfriend!" You giggled, leaning against the Doctor's side as you looked up at him with such adoration in your eyes.

Sarah immediately offered her hand, "It is so nice to finally meet you!" She said as he shook the Doctor's hand, who gave her a pleasant but slightly awkward smile.

Lucas was next, shaking the Doctor's hand with a grin, "Nice to meet you, man. She wouldn't stop talking about you once we got her going. Impressive profession, I must say, my mother's a doctor as well."

Immediately after shaking Lucas's hand, Jaime introduced herself, "Break her heart, I will crush your soul," She lightly threatened, smiling innocently as the Doctor let out a small chuckle.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all-" His sentence was interrupted slightly when Jaime gasped, tugging on Sarah's arm with wide eyes.

"He's British!" She whisper-yelled, making you laugh again, "You never told us he had an accent!"

You nuzzled your cheek into the Doctor's arm as he stuffed his hands into his pants pockets, "English accent, but yeah. I guess I forgot to mention that..." Doctor just stood back and watched everything happen, a small grin on his face as he watched you and your friends interact. 

"You're killing us, Y/N/N," Lucas said, raising a hand to his heart, "You better give us all the tea next time we hang out." He pointed at you before gesturing back to the car a few steps away, "Well, we'll let you go. I got to work in the morning. It was nice meeting you, Doc." He spoke, saluting you both before looping his arm with Jaime's.

"Yeah, meeting you was awesome!" Sarah spoke, waving to the both of you as she walked backward to her car, "See you soon, girl! Call me!"

You waved back to your friends, "See you guys! Love you!"

As they got in the car, you watched with the Doctor as they drove away. Once they were pretty far down the road, you turned and looked up at the Doctor, "Hi..." You greeted him softly, a smile bright on your face as he leaned down to your height, giving you a kiss to the middle of your forehead.

"Hello, darling. Are you ready to go home?" The Doctor smiled, grabbing your hand in his as he led down the sidewalk towards where he parked the TARDIS.

"Yup!" You chimed happily, "Home sweet home." You let out another laugh, squeezing his hand as you walked up to the TARDIS door.

When the Doctor opened the door for you, he stepped inside, helping you slip your shoes off, and then helped you slip out of your jacket, tossing it to hang over a railing. Turning back to you, he paused to watch you spin around the TARDIS's console, humming some other song. A small, fond smile graced his lips, watching as you danced around, a happy look on your face. You looked beautiful - in every sense of the word; your hair flowing around you as you moved around the console in your party attire; the lights of the TARDIS making you look angelic. 

You spun, landing perfectly in front of him, looking up at him with shining shimmering eyes. You were quick to wrap your arms around his neck, your head resting against his chest as he held your waist gently. "Did you have fun with your friends tonight?" He asked softly, swaying you both side to side.

"Yeah..." You looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest, "I missed you though..." You murmured softly, letting out a long sigh as you relaxed in his strong embrace, "You should hang out with us next time." You stated, pouting cutely up at him before your expression immediately changed, your eyes brightening as a thought popped into your head, "Oh! We should have ice cream!"

"I would love to join you next time, love," He spoke, lifting his hand from your waist to run it through your hair, brushing strands from your face and behind your ears, "But, right now... We should get you to bed." He spoke, kissing the top of your head before guiding you out of the console room.

"Alright." You agreed, yawning, your hand reaching up to hold onto his.

The two of you made your way up the stairs, and then down the hall. The Doctor quietly opened the bedroom door, leading you inside. You dropped onto the bed, falling back, your head and hitting the pillow; you quickly ranted on and on about all the different ice cream flavors you knew during the next couple of minutes the Doctor helped you change into your pajamas - which was a pair of sweats and one of his many button-ups. You were out like a light right after, which amused the two-hearted man as he grabbed you a glass of water and ibuprofen for your head in the morning. Heading back into the control room, he started up the TARDIS to float around somewhere safe in the galaxy before heading back to you.

Dressed in his own pajamas, the Doctor slipped into bed, smiling as you subconsciously wrapped your arms around his stomach, your leg tangling with his own as your head nuzzled into his chest. “Love you.” You muttered out sleepily, making the Doctor smile.

Wrapping his own arms around you, he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head before nuzzling his cheek into your hair, “Love you too…” He replied before staring up at the ceiling; his hand trailing up and down your back. The warmth of your body seeped through his shirt as he held you close, listening to your even breathing. It was moments like these that he felt lucky to have found you. And for the rest of the night, he simply lay there, holding you, until his eyelids became heavy and he fell asleep.

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[suzukiblu]

Weird Kryptonian Bonding rituals is definitely "Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)" by John Lennon because Clark loves Kon so much :)

“One sec–” Clark starts, turning back towards the direction of the food truck, and Lois throws her sandwich at the back of his head. It bounces off and he catches it reflexively, then blinks down at her.

“Do not leave me alone with our new kid, Clark!” she hisses at him. “Especially not for long enough to make an order of chili fries!” 

“It doesn’t really take that long,” Clark says, a little puzzled. “They’re just chili fries.” 

“We could just play for a while,” Conner suggests, shifting his center of balance towards Lois, and Clark simultaneously clotheslines him and realizes that leaving Conner alone with anyone he likes too much would probably be a bad idea right now.

#egg-shell3 #wip: weird kryptonian bonding rituals

[xxchumanixx]

i’m begging for some john nolan fluff.

Night in

John Nolan x reader

Warnings/Tags: Just pure fluff

Word count: 619

Authors note: Hey love, thanks for the request! You want some John Nolan fluff, you'll get it!

Enjoy!

It was finally your day off, and you couldn't wait to get some rest.

You and John hadn't seen much of each other in the last few days, the timing never being right.

Now, that you had time for yourselves, you were on your way to him.

Your car smelled like a whole restaurant, given the amounts of food you had bought.

You just couldn't decide on one thing to eat, so you had taken everything you liked.

Which was a lot.

But you knew John and you knew, that he would eat everything that was left over.

Parking in front of his house you got out, gathering the bags - a few on each arm - before you slowly walked towards the house.

Ringing the doorbell with your elbow, the bags slowly started to slide down. When the door opened you pushed John out of the way, stumbling inside.

You really shouldn't have bought that much food.

Putting the bags down on the table with the last bit of strength, he huffed, shaking his head at you. "Wow, who would have thought that you could order that much at this place?"

Chuckling, you turned around to him, arms finding their way around his neck, tugging him closer. "I didn't know what to get, so I bought everything." "Wow..." he mumbled, before his lips met yours.

Kissing him back, you sighed, leaning more into him.

"What do you say, we have a movie marathon, eat all of that takeout, die because our stomachs exploded from all the food, before we have a bath?" he suggested after your lips parted, smiling down at you.

Chuckling at his exesparation, you nodded. "That sounds lovely." you gave back. "I know, it's my idea and I'm lovely." he quipped, a smirk playing at his lips.

Huffing, you pushed him away, smiling as well.

"Be lucky that you are." you told him, smiling even wider, as you began to sort the takeout boxes. "Because if not, I wouldn't share the food with you."

Now he huffed, looking through the various things you had bought. "You could eat a week from this, if you were alone." he told you, looking back up at you. "Luckily for you, I'm lovely and I will help you to eat all this food."

Rolling your eyes you nodded. "Yes, I have to thank you then, kind sir."

Laughing, he went to gather plates and stuff.

He really was lovely.

Sitting down beside him on the couch you each took something to eat. It didn't stop him from stealing food from your plate, though.

Huffing you held your plate out of his reach, as he cocked a brow at you. "Just take your own food!" you argued, trying to bite back the smile that threatened to split your lips.

"But I want yours!" he gave back, pouting. Tilting your head you lowered the plate. He used the opportunity, grabbing a handful of fries from it.

"Hey!" you shouted, giggling, as you tried to reach for his plate in return.

Holding it out of reach he mimicked you.

Laughing you straddled his lap, his arm holding the plate losing its balance, causing a few of his nuggets to drop to the floor.

Eyes widening he looked after them, before his gaze fell on you. "Nugget muderer!" he shouted, putting the plate and yours aside, before he started to tickle you.

Laughing, you tried to break free of his hold, but he pressed you against his body. His hands stilled, as his breath fanned over your face.

Kissing you his hands went further down, gripping your ass.

"I want a revenge." you told him inbetween kisses.

"And I want my nuggets back."

#the rookie x u #the rookie #the rookie imagine #the rookie x reader #john nolan #john nolan x u #john nolan x reader #john nolan imagine

[sweetsreverie]

imagining soap.. with a very pregnant wife that has weird cravings.. please…..

omg.. thank you for sending this to me

pairing: john "soap" mactavish x fem!reader wc: 480 warning(s): pregnancy

Soap honestly thought that pregnancy cravings were a made-up thing. He didn't think that someone would actually enjoy pickles and peanut butter, or tuna fish and ice cream.

That was until you became pregnant and started to have cravings of your own. Soap would often go on snack runs when your cravings would kick in, and he was always happy to do whatever he needed to make sure you were happy.

They were pretty tame at first. Crushed ice, french fries in ice cream, bacon and maple syrup, chinese takeout, and m&m's in your popcorn. Soap even tried these and enjoyed most of them.

While your cravings were tame at the beginning of your pregnancy, your cravings became even more obscure towards the end of it. He never knew what he was going to find you snacking on in the kitchen.

Like today, Soap walks in to see you sitting down on the couch with a plate resting on top of your bump, and he's curious to see what you're snacking on now.

"Y/N? whatcha got there?" Soap asks while he approaches the couch and takes a seat beside you. On your plate was a lemon cut up into wedges, and a bowl containing... something he couldn't decipher.

"Oh- a lemon, and this is olives, sour cream, and pickled beets." You tell him while you stir your spoon around in the bowl and take a bite of the concoction.

Soap raises his eyebrows, and he blinks a few times.

"And the lemon? Just.. by itself?" He asks, and you reply with a nod while chewing the mouthful of food you were working on.

"Mhm, I've really been craving sour things lately. Do you wanna try it?" You ask him, and while the sour cream and pickled item concoction doesn't sound appetizing at all, he can't find it in himself to say no to you.

So he nods, and you gather a little spoonful of the three ingredients and feed it to him. It doesn't even take you a full second to see that he doesn't seem to be enjoying your newest creation.

"You know, love... That one's all you. I'm not gonna fight you for that." Soap says while he manages to swallow the bite, and you can't help but let out a hearty laugh.

"You're a good sport. I didn't expect you to actually try it." You tell him with a smile, and Soap moves his hand to rest on your bump carefully.

"As long as it makes both of you happy, I'm happy to get whatever you need. I just don't see how it doesn't make you sick." Soap says with a little smile while he gently presses his finger against your bump, and he receives a small kick against his hand in return.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever makes your mam happy. You'll learn that real quick, huh."

tag list: @ho3forghost @juggernaunt @shellfishb34ch @redpool @madamepozum

#john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare 2 #modern warfare 2 #call of duty reader insert #soap drabble

[daisies-daydreams]

Mama Hen Pt. 1 (Soap x Wife!Reader)

Pairing: Husband!Soap (John Mactavish) x Wife!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: Suggestive Themes, Slight Angst, Soap Gets Handsy Word Count: 1k+

Summary: After returning from another mission, you and Soap share dinner for what feels like the first time in forever. At the end, you ask him for something you’ve been wanting for a while...

Pt. 2 (18+) 

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

The second you heard the front door swing open, you were quick to leave the kitchen and sprint down the hall. 

“Johnny!” you called out as you rushed into the front room. 

Your husband stood in the doorway, his mouth curved up as he saw you run towards him. He tossed his bags aside before he stretched his arms out. You nearly knocked him over as you wrapped your arms around him. John pressed kisses to the top of your head as he laced his hefty arms around your body.

“Missed ya so much, hen,” he spoke into your hair. You sniffled as you buried your face into his solid chest. 

“I missed you too, so, so much,” you cried into him. 

You slowly broke the embrace to look into his sapphire eyes. His hands fell to your hips as he leaned down and kissed you. Your lips seemed to melt together as you slid your hands behind his neck. He grunted when he felt you open your mouth, his tongue sliding in. Heat soared across your body as he sucked on your wet muscle, his body beginning to lead you away from the door. You let out a high pitched squeak when you felt a hand snatch one of your ass cheeks.

“You sure you weren’t just missing something else?” you quipped as you gently pulled away from the kiss. John gave a low chuckle, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“‘Course not. I missed all of you,” he grinned, his hand squeezing your plush cheek. You playfully flicked his chest. 

“That’s a relief,” you chuckled. John laughed with you as he pushed the door shut with his boot. You took him by the hand and squeezed it tightly. 

“Come on, Casanova. Dinner’s almost ready,” you murmured as you released your grip with a wink. You turned down the hallway, leaving him to watch you sway your hips side to side. 

“Right behind you,” John said as he quickly shoved his muddy boots off and flung them towards his duffel bag. 

Your husband followed close behind you, mesmerized by the fact that he was finally home with you. While you were clad in sweatpants, a baggy t-shirt (his, no less), and a pair of mismatched socks, he always looked at you as if you were a queen wearing the most lavish gown. 

John took a deep breath as he strode into the kitchen. The collection of savory smells caused some drool to pool in his mouth. He smacked his lips as he made his way over to where you stood near the stove. You quickly flipped the knob on before placing an iron griddle on top of the burner. His eyes scanned the countertop to find fried eggs and tomatoes, crispy bacon, golden toast, baked beans, and cooked sausage. 

“Breakfast for dinner? You really know how to spoil me, bonnie,” he grinned as he wrapped his arms around the front of you. You smiled and reached around to kiss him.

“I know you’re always hungry after you come back from a mission,” you hummed as you poured some oil into the pan.

His eyelids drooped as he nuzzled his face into the side of your neck. He pressed his lips to your pulse as he swayed his hips with yours. Your face glowed a bright red as you flipped some raw dough onto the pan. They sizzled as the two of you continued your small dance. 

“Didn’t spot any haggis,” he teased into your neck. You sighed as you flipped the scones to the other side. 

“Someday I’ll be brave enough to make it, let alone eat it,” you replied. You felt his laughter fan over your neck before he moved up to your temple and pecked it. 

“I’ll hafta sneak it into some of your regular food,” he said lowly. Your brows furrowed as you flared your nostrils. 

“Watch yourself,” you warned. The two of you chuckled. 

Both of you never quite cared for it, yet who would your husband be if he didn’t tease you about it? You shifted your focus back to the food, the dough browning and crackling in the pan below. 

John took in the scent of your hair, the scent of you. He could stay like this with you forever. Every time he was out in the field, it was the thought that he’d come home to you that kept him going for one more step, one more minute. The nightmares that stalked him in his sleep paled in comparison to the warmth that spread through his heart when he held you close to his chest. 

“And...done!” you chirped.

He cracked an eye open, his stomach instantly growling at the sight of the golden brown tattie scones lying in the black pan. 

“I’m so glad I married someone who can cook,” he mused aloud. You smiled as you scooped the scones and placed them onto a tray. 

“I’m glad I married someone who can eat,” you replied. John cracked a grin as his hands snaked to your hips. His eyes scanned the assortment of food that rested on the countertop. 

“I will say, your Full Scottish could give Mam’s a run for her money,” he whistled. You shrugged as you slid the last scone onto the plate. 

“I don’t think you want compare your mother’s cooking to mine. Sounds like a dangerous game,” you said with a brow raised. He chuckled as he helped carry some of the dishes to the table. 

“Next time we visit home, I’ll have to judge the both of ya,” he grunted. 

The sun was far past the horizon as the two of you finished setting up the table. You slid into your chairs and dove straight into your dinner. 

“I might’ve made too much,” you laughed sheepishly. John grinned as he reached for some bacon, his plate already piled with nearly half of it. 

“Nah, no harm in makin’ a lot. Just means we’ll have a meal to look forward to in the mornin’,” he said with a wink. You smiled and chewed on a warm, fresh tattie scone. 

“Anythin’ excitin’ happen while I was away?” he asked. You hummed for a second before swallowing. 

“Not that I can think of. Just the same old stuff,” you said with a shrug. He wiped his mouth with a napkin before biting into a piece of toast. 

“At least tell me you kept up with football this season?” he asked. You gave him a blank, wide eyed stare. His face fell slightly while his shoulders dropped. 

“Oh, come on, hen, please-” you suddenly broke out a lethal smirk. John shook his head and snorted while you burst into laughter. “Yer a tricky thing, ya know that?” he chuckled. You caught your breath before wiping a tear from your eye. 

“‘Course I kept up with it,” you replied as you bit into a savory piece of bacon. 

You continued to explain the season so far, the man across from you hanging on to each word that poured from your mouth as if you were reading a sacred text. Both of you were nearly finished with your meal before you decided to change the subject. 

“Do you want to talk about the mission?” you asked softly. 

The lights in his eyes faded as his face grew pale. A heaviness fell through the room as he stared at you blankly, his mind far away from you. You frowned before reaching for his hand. 

“It’s alright. You don’t have to share if you don’t feel comfortable with it,” you cooed, brushing your thumb over the top of his rough hand. He gave a tired smile and nodded.

“Thank you, bonnie,” he sighed, his mind starting to drift back to the present. 

Before you knew it, both of your bellies were well past full. You began to take some of the dishes into the kitchen, your husband following in tow. You arched your brow when you saw him carrying the rest of the dishes. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got this. You’ve had a long few weeks. Go take a shower and relax,” you said as you waved your hand. He stepped forward and placed his dishes into the sink. His hands were quick to turn on the faucet and grab the sponge. 

“I’ll wash, you dry,” he answered. You blinked.

“I thought you were trained to follow orders,” you replied. His shoulders raised as he reached over and snagged some of the dishes from your arms. 

“I was also taught that many hands make light work,” he commented. You shook your head and sighed, accepting a frying pan he’d already scrubbed clean.

You sang a quiet tune as you rubbed the towel against the surface of the pan. The two of you continued to wash the large dishes, and you had to admit, the process did go by much faster than you initially thought. You watched John place your plates and utensils into the dishwasher. A thought that had been gnawing at you since he left suddenly bubbled into your consciousness. 

“So, after I take a quick shower, let’s say that you and me have a little...alone time,” John smirked while wiggling his brows. You felt your face grow hot as you bit your lip. His smile faltered as he watched you fiddle with the towel, your body rigid and eyes shifted down. 

“Bonnie?” he asked. 

“Johnny, honey,” you began. He kept his arms at his side, his brows slightly knitted. You clung onto the towel while you breathed in. 

“Now that you’re back on leave…well...” you felt hot tears prickling the corners of your eyes. In an instant, your husband was right in front of you, his large hands cupping your face. 

“(Y/N)? What’s the matter?” he asked, voice deep with concern. You bit your lip so hard you nearly drew blood. Your heart raced as your mind buzzed with thoughts of past conversations, all beginning like this. 

“Um, well...you know how we talked about...having a baby before you left?” you squeaked out. 

The room fell completely silent. His expression was unreadable as he seemed to dwell on your words. You shook as he rubbed his thumbs across your cheeks.

“It’s just, I know you’ve said no before, but I-” you blinked away a few tears. His face was soft as you took another deep breath. “I want a baby, Johnny. I want one so bad and I know you’re scared of what could happen with your work and all, but I-” your voice cracked before you broke down sobbing. 

Your heart sank into the pit of your stomach as the tears burst from your eyes. His silence did little to comfort you, as if he was giving yet another firm “no”. You felt hot under his bright blue gaze, his eyes falling over every inch of your body. He reached his finger and thumb beneath your chin and tilted your head up to meet his gaze. Your eyes grew wide as he pressed a deep, gentle kiss to your lips before pulling back.

“I’m so sorry, hen,” he said with a deep frown. You sniffled as he drew you into a tight embrace. “I didn’t realize how much this was hurtin’ you,” he admitted. 

You continued to soak his dark green shirt with the tears that just wouldn’t stop. He stroked up and down your back, letting you take all the time you needed to settle. He pulled back slightly to see your cheeks covered with wet mascara. John took his shirt and rubbed at the wet spots on your red cheeks.    

“Bonnie, I know I’ve said ‘no’ to this before,” he began. You felt like the weight of the earth itself was ready to crush you. “But...I think I’m finally ready for us to  have a wee bairn of our own,” he finished. Your eyes snapped open, your mouth agape. 

“Really?” you whispered out. He beamed and nodded. 

“Aye,” he admitted with a rare shy grin. You gasped and swung your arms around him. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you cried. He chuckled as you kissed him all over his tired face. “I love you so much,” you choked. John sighed as he gave you another warm kiss. You felt his strong arms envelope you in a safe, close hug. 

“I love you too, hen,” he replied. The two of you stayed in a tight embrace, your lips finding each other every so often. “I can’t wait to see what a wonderful Mam you’ll be,” he beamed while brushing some loose hair from your face. A wave of warmth rippled across your body at his words. 

“What do you think we should name him? Or her? Or- I don’t know, I’m just so happy!” you squealed. Your husband grinned before stealing another kiss from you. You melted into his arms as he swayed side to side.  

“We can think of names later,” he stated. You looked into his eyes, now dripping with a deep hunger as he licked his lips. “The better question is...when were you thinkin’ of tryin’?” he murmured. Your entire face flushed a cherry red as you stared at his hungry gaze, your hips wiggling in his hold.  

“I was thinking, would you want to try...tonight?” your voice raised a pitch on the last word. 

You bit your lip as his gaze darkened. His hands snaked down to your rump before they squeezed your plump flesh. He pressed you closer to him, the heat between you two growing by the second. You instantly felt lightheaded as he kissed and nibbled up your jawline before finally landing on the shell of your ear. 

“There’s no time to waste, then,” he groaned. 

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Thanks for reading! Pt. 2 coming soon (WARNING: it will involve a lot of heavy smut). 

#soap x reader #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap cod #soap x y/n #soap x you #fluff #slice of life #call of duty #cod #wife reader #reader insert

[focsle]

what's the best way to serve whale?

am hungee

Can’t attest—I have not eaten whale.

Muktuk is a traditional Inuit food. It’s skin and blubber usually from bowheads (but also beluga and narwhal) that’s diced small and often eaten raw. It can also be prepared in other ways like frying or pickling. Very high in Vitamin D & C.

Turning to my 19th c. American whalers, it being my schtick and all, they tended to not be particularly interested in eating whale. Nor were whales hunted for meat. But sometimes the odd recipe comes out here and there. John Martin, whaler on the Lucy Ann, 1840s talked about ‘roasting the top of a whale’s head’ that they were otherwise processing.

“The top of a right whale’s head is covered with barnacles & small crabs. When roasted they are good eating. They also take part of his lip and render it out in the hot oil. When eaten with pepper & vinegar it tastes very much like soused tripe.”

Mary Lawrence, whaling wife on the Addison, 1850s also mentioned eating whale up North:

“We have been eating bowhead meat for several days, made with pork into sausage cakes, also fried, and it is really good eating, far before salt pork in my estimation.”

J.E. Haviland, greenhand on the Baltic 1850s shared a similar recipe for porpoise, which is similar enough.

“We had it for Breakfast this morning. The way it is prepared at sea is to take + hash it up very fine seasoned with sage pepper + salt and then made in small balls + fried or baked in pork + I can say from experience it is proper good.”

William Tripp, boatsteerer on the John R. Manta, 1920s,

“The meat was cooked as steaks, while some was ground and made into 'whalemeat balls.' It was eaten by all hands and much relished as the first frest meat since leaving port."

John Ross Browne, writer on an unnamed whaler in the 1840s, talked about snacks whilst trying out. In addition to frying saltwater-soaked sea biscuits and celebratory donuts in the whale oil, sometimes whalers would eat the leftover ‘cracklings’, i.e. crispy bits of whale skin left over after the process, as well as:

“Sometimes, when on friendly terms with the steward, they make fritters of the brains of the whale mixed with flour, and cook them in the oil. These are considered a most sumptuous delicacy. Certain portions of the whale's flesh are also eaten with relish, though, to my thinking, not a very great luxury, being coarse and strong. Mixed with potatoes, however, like " porpoise balls," they answer very well for variety. A good appetite makes almost any kind of food palatable. I have eaten whale-flesh at sea with as much relish as I ever ate roast-beef ashore.”

Not everyone’s into it, though. When John Langdon and other crew members aboard the St. Peter, 1840s, came to air grievances about the captain expecting them to be content with eating spoiled beef, the captain,

“rowse[d] up a little telling us how he had lived on whale and blackfish meat for a time on the Nor’west; but this would not go down with us and we demanded state’s allowance. He saw we were in good earnest so after while concluded to give us good beef.”

And lastly, from Moby-Dick, Stubb’s preferred method of cooking whale steak which he berated the cook with:

“Hold the steak in one hand, and show a live coal to it with the other; that done, dish it; d’ye hear?”

#people can expect that if they send a silly ask I will still answer with Primary Sources and a narrative arc. #asks #anonymous #awhalin

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Any Way That You Want Me

Author: nhpw

Artist: LeafZelindor

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester Background Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore Previous Castiel/Balthazar

Length: 25128

Warnings: No Major Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Mpreg Alpha Castiel Omega Dean Winchester Unsafe Sex Practices Pregnant Dean Winchester Angst and Fluff Castiel and Dean Winchester Need To Use Their Words John Winchester's A+ Parenting Happily Ever After

Posting Date: October 5, 2023

Summary: Dean, a hyper-independent omega, meets alpha Professor Castiel at a bar on a Wednesday in September, and they come together for one night of passion. And that's it. That's all. That's the end. Or maybe it's the beginning. Maybe Dean was right on the edge of his heat, and maybe they weren't as careful as they should have been, and maybe Castiel teaches at the very same school where Sam Winchester is a high school senior, who just wants his brother to be happy.

Excerpt: Dean is halfway through his burger, and his rumbling stomach has quieted, when he sets the sandwich down and finishes chewing the bite in his mouth so he can speak. “Anyway, point is we’re here now.” He gestures vaguely to his growing belly. “And I thought I’d be going it alone, but that was… well, I guess I was wrong.” There. He’d said the word. His shoulders felt lighter already. “So you wanna… I dunno. Make dates out of doctors’ appointments? Set up a custody arrangement?” Castiel laughs softly, and he has a much easier time setting his food aside than Dean did. “I want those things very much,” he confesses, and Dean can’t help noticing an adorable blush creeping into the alpha’s cheeks. “More than that, though, if you’ll let me, I…” There’s a heavy pause. Dean looks down, grabs two french fries, and puts them in his mouth while he waits. “I didn’t want to wake up alone that morning.” Ouch. “And the past five months have been just… lonely and empty. Like something was missing from my life that was supposed to be there.” Dean probably looks like an owl at this point, all wide eyes and frozen face, but he can’t think of anything to say. He slowly feeds himself a fry. “I want to date you, if you’ll let me, Dean. I want to– I know we didn’t plan on this, but I would really like to date you.” “I mean I said– you know, doctors’ appointments and–” There’s that chuckle again, warm and soft. Dean wants to curl up inside it. “Yes that, but I want… to date you. Like this, but… nicer. Candlelight dinners, walks on the beach…” “We live in Kansas, dude.” “On the prairie, then. Or downtown. Dinner and a movie, let’s start with that. And yes, doctor’s appointments, and let’s buy a stroller, and register at Target, and–” Dean holds up a hand, and the alpha halts, eyes going wide. “I’m– sorry. I’ve just never been a dad before.” And that, at least, is something they can start from. Dean smiles as he feels a flutter in his belly. He picks up his burger. “Yeah. Me neither.”

DCBB 2023 Posting Schedule

#dcbb 2023 #fic preview #2023 promo #deancas #destiel

[johnnyutah]

do you think lynn and lawrence would go for lunch together in the hospital cafeteria sometimes… like lawrence would say he forgot to bring one and lynn, feeling sympathy for this man going through a divorce after facing very public trauma, would pretend she hadn’t packed herself one… do you think she’d steal his fries? do you think they’d critique the bland hospital food together, rating angel of mercy’s kitchen staff on their variations of chicken tenders as though the pair were judges on a cooking tv show? do you think they had inside jokes together? do you think lynn ever suspected that her coworker, poor doctor gordon with the sad story, was taking sick inspiration from her life? do you think when lynn lost dylan and her work started to slip, lawrence was almost excited to kill two birds with one stone; he had the perfect solution to present john. two broken lives in need of repair, jigsaw-style: one person capable of the surgery john needed, one person with a tragedy to mirror john’s own loss. do you think lawrence ever considered how lynn would serve as a foil for john’s wife? do you think lawrence knew that the surgery would be too risky for him— a surgeon specializing in tumours— to attempt? how much of a chance did lawrence really think lynn would have had? he would have known her husband from the stories she shared over watered down sodas and flavourless chicken. he would have known he was signing away her life— and her husband’s and their remaining child’s. do you think he brought her file to john with excitement at the perfect solution— like when hoffman suggested rigg— or do you think he didn’t feel anything at all? when did his laughter at lynn’s terrible jokes stop being honest?

#hey do you think we could break lawrence’s other knee. #saw #lawrence gordon #lynn denlon

[empresskadia]

I choose to believe that meals and rations get better after the Human-Covenant War. Mostly because the ration boxes in Halo 3 forge didn't have the names of food it was on the box, but also because it made logical sense to me. Most of the war, humanity was on the backpedal, and resources slowly dwindled with each world lost. Food would have to be made cheaply and quickly but also fill the soldier.

So, the food during the war for UNSC personnel was cheap, bland, but filling. Then you get to the post-war era where the Infinity has patty melts and fried pickels.

I agree because Fred threw hands, and this scene had me laughing.

Fred really said these hands are rated E for everyone. In my head, this is why the UNSC Infinity becomes Kelly and Fred’s favorite ship and when John tells them that’s where they’re returning too after a mission, he doesn’t understand why their moods brighten so much and are acting like overly excited dogs as they share a singular braincell. Even Linda seems to be walking faster than usual and dear lord don’t get in their way while they head to Spartan Town’s cafeteria for a meal because Kelly will shove you out of the way.

I personally headcanon that the first time they were put on the ship, Kelly ate so much she threw up. Fred and Linda don’t let her live it down.

#halo #halo series #ask #asks #master chief #john 117 #blue team #fred 104 #linda 058 #kelly 087 #UNSC Infinity #Halo shitpost #Halo headcanon #headcanon #halo headcanons #I feel like Kelly eats a lot and takes it as a challenge if someone tells her to stop

[cottoncandiescupcakes]

OFMD as Dutch food

Ed: drop aka Dutch liquorice. Either love it hate it it'll leave an impression :o

Stede: Slagroomtaart aka whipped cream birthday cake :D Fancy(By Dutch standards lol) and always loved

Izzy: Oude kaas. Aged Old Amsterdam cheese, great if you can handle it

Jim: Jenever. Artisanal strong Dutch gin Jim would just really love this

Oluwande: Stroopwafel, caramel waffles that are everyone's favorite

Archie: Kroket, meat ragout filled hearty fried treats that are just so comforting

Frenchie: Poffertjes, fun mini pancakes that you can't help but enjoy

Wee John: Snert. Thick pea soup with sausage, filing and hits the spot. He'd LOVE this

Roach: Dutch/Indonesian rice table. Roach would love this and it's delicious. Many varied dishes to make.

Lucius: Tompouche. Lovely and impossible to resist just like our Lucius.

Pete: Stampot. Just a simple filling dish of sausage, mashed potatoes, gravy. Very Pete vibes

Buttons: Hollandse nieuwe. Raw herring that you eat upside down like a literal seagull. Disgusts outsiders but real ones KNOW.

Fang: Oliebollen. A new years fried dough, sugar treat that makes everyone smile.

Spanish Jackie: Kersenbonbon. Cherry liquor chocolate bonbons that will make you end up in her harem if you eat too many

The Swede: Lammetjespap. Really soft fluffy porridge said to resemble lambs that just has the same innocent energy as him

#our flag means death #ofmd crew #ofmd season two #ofmd s2 #ofmd spoilers #edward teach #stede bonnet #izzy hands #izzy #lucius #archie #jim #oluwande #spanish jackie #fang #buttons #the swede #roach #frenchie #wee john #dutch #the netherlands #food #ofmd thoughts

[ab4eva]

Austin x reader prompt “gentle” ..it’s a lazy Sunday morning with Austin and both of you decide to take a lazy day in bed together and enjoy each other’s company..the reader gives austin a sweet nickname calls him “gentle giant” turns into a day of love and cuddles..

‘Dominoes’

Warnings: none, pure fluff

a/n: Thanks for the request, dear anon! And thanks for bearing with me while I waited for inspiration. I changed up the nickname a tiny bit, hope that’s ok. And I hope you enjoy!

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Your bed is so comfy. There’s almost no other place you’d rather be than in bed. Smooth, cool sheets dotted with tiny flowers. White, fluffy down comforter. Pillows that are just right - not too soft, not too firm. Oh and the warm, lanky boyfriend that’s in your bed. Him too. You stretch your legs, curling your toes and snuggling into the covers on this chilly Sunday morning. You yawn a little and blink the slumber from your eyes, focusing on Austin’s back in front of you. You really want to touch him, but he’s been so busy recently and you know he needs his rest. You settle for counting the freckles on his back, trapping your hands underneath your pillow so you’re not tempted to start lightly tracing constellations between them.

When you can no longer stand it, you gently scoot up closely behind him, tucking your legs behind his and wrapping your arm around his chest. Nuzzling your face into the back of his neck, sandy curls tickling your nose, you breathe in the scent of him - clean soap and sweet vanilla. You can’t help but place feather-light kisses between his shoulder blades. He stirs a little and places his hand over yours and squeezes.

“Morning, baby,” he says sleepily as he turns over to face you, kissing your forehead and pulling you close to his chest. “Morning, kid,” you whisper back. He hums happily and you’re content to just be in his arms again after so much time apart. You think about how hard the past few months have been - him away filming, you stuck at home and tied to your job. But he’s finally back and you’re determined to make the most of it.

“So babe,” you say, “I was thinking we could just take it easy today. I know we’re supposed to go to brunch with everyone but I’m thinking we bow out…I really just wanna stay here all day…in this bed….with you.” You pepper his mouth with kisses in between your words. He smiles down at you sleepily and you can tell he likes the idea immediately.

“Mmm, that sounds perfect, sweet girl. No place I’d rather be.” He nuzzles into your hair and in a minute you hear him breathing heavily, already asleep again. You smile softly to yourself and struggle to reach your phone on the nightstand, carefully trying not to wake Austin. You shoot a quick text to the group to let them know you won’t be at brunch and you yawn again and let the tiredness pull you under, the sound of Austin’s heartbeat all you need to lull you back to sleep.

When you both wake up refreshed a couple of hours later, it’s decided the order of the day is a bed-in, ala John and Yoko, except without the whole protest thing. Unless you’re protesting leaving your cozy bed on this lazy Sunday. Austin orders brunch to be delivered while you get a movie queued up on the bedroom tv. One that you’ve both been dying to watch but just haven’t found the time to yet. You pop to the kitchen to make some mimosas for the both of you and by that time the food has arrived. Carrying it all back to the bed, you and Austin settle in happily, munching on fried egg sandwiches and bacon. The movie is a silly comedy that has you both howling with laughter, the kind that makes your stomach hurt and eyes tear up. God, you’ll never get tired of hearing that man laugh. It’s so pure and sweet, it makes your heart flip-flop recklessly in your chest, every damn time.

After the movie, Austin grabs the Scrabble board from the living room and sets it up on the bed, and you settle on your stomach to try, really try, and beat your boyfriend this time. He’s just so darn good - he’s like a sponge with words - always trying out new ones on you, making notes in his phone of ones he’s not familiar with so he can look them up later. By the time the game is almost over, the scores are close, with Austin in the lead by only 20 points. You poke your tongue out of the side of your mouth in concentration as you stare at the letters you have to play for your last turn. Then you see it - the perfect word, the perfect place on the board.

“S-E-D-U-C-E. Let’s see…triple word score…27 points!” You crow gleefully. “Take that, Butler!” You jump up on the bed and start dancing around, not caring that you’re scattering Scrabble tiles all over the bed. Austin stares up at you from below and laughs.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs. Robinson?” He smirks. He loves to call you this, his familiar tease owing to the fact that you’re a little bit older than him. “Because it’s working. I mean, I haven’t ever seen anyone do the Running Man on a bed before, and I have to say…I’m impressed.” Without warning, he grabs your legs, sweeping them out from under you and you come crashing to the bed, bouncing unharmed and giggling. He’s suddenly on top of you, tickling like there’s no tomorrow. He knows you can’t take being tickled, not for long anyway. You manage to grab pillow and smack Austin on the back with it. That shocks him just enough for you to scoot out from under him and hold up the pillow in defense.

“No more,” you gasp, trying to catch your breath. He looks at you with a devilish gleam in his blue eyes, one corner of his mouth quirking up as he advances slowly towards you.

“AUSTIN, I mean it!!” You shriek, still laughing. You don’t see the pillow he covertly grabs until it’s too late and he lightly whacks you in the head and you playfully fall to the bed, hair floating wildly around you. He’s standing over you, impossibly tall but with the goofiest smile on his face. A thought floats through your brain and you smile up at him.

“Come here, kid. My gentle boy,” you whisper, reaching out your hands to him. He takes them in his own large, warm ones and softly kneels on the bed, straddling your waist. He cups your face tenderly, staring into your eyes and your breath catches in your throat and you heart stops for a moment and then starts up again. He smiles at you then, and brings his lips to yours gingerly, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles on your cheeks.

“I knew you were trying to seduce me,” he says as he pulls away, shaking his head with a lopsided grin and face-scrunching wink.

“What can I say, babe? It was all my design. I’m a mastermind.”

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