#cake just really reminds me of my late cat
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me an hour ago: haha yea lets watch the new fionna and cake show :)
me now: crying in the bathroom feeling an overwhelming sadness and grief
#chris noises#misc#<- not maintagging.#um. yea.#wasnt even anything big or meaningful.#cake just really reminds me of my late cat#so i couldnt really stop crying.#im better now. j think.#gonna go watch something else.#goodnight everybody
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ch. 17 — cat whisperers (literally)
you finally tuck your phone away into your pockets. admittedly, childe has distracted you longer than you intended to.
a voice calls you from the next room and you immediately knew it was zhongli from the way he lets your name roll off of his tongue so delicately.
“coming!” you yell, rushing out of the break room you were in and the moment you open the door to where zhongli is, you were greeted by the boy holding his index finger to his lips.
that definitely shut you up, okay.
you start to approach zhongli on your tippy toes, careful of the creaky wooden fooor, squatting down once you were beside the boy.
his gaze fixated on the cat sleeping in front of the both of you, zhongli looks like his intense stare would provide further protection for the cat and you laugh inside at how adorable he looked.
“what are we staring at?” you say in a normal volume that makes zhongli’s head whip immediately at you, putting his index finger on his lip once more, reminding you to stay quiet.
“i’m sorry,” you whipser apologetically, offering a smile.
“it’s fine, it’s just… she barely sleeps now and whenever she actually does, i want her to have an uninterrupted one.” zhongli says, gesturing to the cat in front.
“her name?”
“i named her kitty katty.”
“i—“
the name already shocked you and the fact that it came from zhongli himself was the cherry on top of your cake. “i’m sorry but kitty katty?”
zhongli smiles sheepishly, “you can laugh if you want.”
“no no no, i think it’s adorable,” you whisper yell at the student council president, giggling at how weird you find this whole ordeal.
“she’s been here for as long as i am.”
he suddenly says and zhongli surprises even himself.
“how long have you been volunteering here?”
“i’ve been here since i was seven,” zhongli starts and as he notices your confusion, he continues. “i used to visit my brother when he was the one volunteering.”
“oh, that’s sweet.”
“yeah, i wanted to spend every moment with him before he went to college.”
“so… where is he now?”
“he’s still away. he decided to settle down in the city.”
okay. nice. he didn’t have mommy nor daddy issues— he might have older brother issues though.
“are you guys close?” you try to prod but then immediately regret when the small smile on zhongli’s face while looking at the senior cat dropped almost immediately.
you realize that maybe you shouldn’t have asked.
“you don’t have to answer that question,”
“it’s fine,” he releases a deep sigh, “i used to be close to him, we just grew apart.”
you hum. “he had the talent to escape the hard parts in life.” zhongli says before looking up and redirecting his gaze towards the picture frame sitting atop of the counter.
there you see a total of four figures; a man in his late 40s who you assume zhongli’s father, a teenage boy who was aged 15 who you think it’s zhongli’s brother, a child aged 7 that looks like the younger version of the man himself, and a beautiful woman sitting on a wheelchair.
it didn’t take long enough for you to put two and two together.
“you know, you can always talk to me about anything.”
zhongli snorts in surprise, “where did that come from?”
“it’s just… you always listen to everyone’s problems but no one really listens to yours.” you reason out, looking at the boy intently— zhongli looks back at you with widened eyes, taken aback from what you said.
“i suppose i never thought of it that way.” he admits, “thank you.”
you shrug it off like how you would normally. your attention is brought back to kitty katty, the cat now stretching its limbs as it awoke. zhongli was too distracted by something else though— he was looking at you, in awe.
as he stares at the side of your head longer, the longer he notices the littles habits you do. he notices how you tilt your chin upwards a little bit when amused— just like what you’re doing now— and the way your nose scrunches when a little too focused.
slowly, he starts memorizing the curve of your lips, the shape of your nose, and the crinkles in your eyes. like an artist with his art— he admires you up close.
the bell above the door suddenly jingles, making zhongli whip his head elsewhere as if caught doing something he shouldn’t have been. and a boisterous voice speaks up, as zhongli feels bile rising up to this throat.
“i’m here to pick up my wonderful girlfriend,” childe says in a singsong voice, choosing those words in order to tease you.
zhongli pulls his head down from the clouds, of course, he thinks. it was getting late anyway.
you stand from the ground you were sitting on before sending a smile towards zhongli’s way. he nods as a response when you bid him goodbye, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the uncomfortable churn of his stomach.
when you and your boyfriend step out of the animal shelter, zhongli catches himself with his eyes glued to the door. there were just some things he couldn’t have, huh.
love equation — [ prev / masterlist / next ]
embarrassed by your three year (and counting) long crush on zhongli, you suddenly claim you have a boyfriend. there enters childe, your crush's best friend and the one who'll either help with your lie or report you to the police for harassment. or in which caught up in a lie, you had no choice but to kiss the closest person next to you.
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Thursday nights (Bruce x GNreader)
Bruce lost Jason about a month ago, everything is reminding him of his failure as batman to protect his robin. Failing as a father to protect his son. He ends up downtown and hungry so he turns to “Jet’s pizza” where he meets you, the late shift server.
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“Your new.”
Bruce looked up surprised to hear a lively voice so late at night, “I’ve lived in Gotham my whole life.” He responded while sliding into the high bar.
“Anyone would know that, Bruce Wayne.” They said his name with a weird inflection, “but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s 1am and I have my regulars on a Thursday afternoon and you,” They paused and stared Bruce right in the eyes. “are not one of them.”
“Do you want me to leave?” He easily questioned back.
“No, you’re just new. I like new.”
Bruce hummed from his spot. There was only one other person here, a girl with pink cat headphones scribbling in a book.
“Can I interest you in anything? Or do you just want to sit there and brood?” They game back, still smiling and placed a cup of water and a coffee down.
Looking up Bruce saw a lopsided smile and a promise of understanding. Something about you, this random person he met made him open up. He wanted to talk to you, Bruce wanted to cry.
“Advice.”
“You want advice?”
“If you have it.” Bruce responded coolly.
“Well, that’s not on the menu but I’ll gladly oblige.” They smiled and pressed their arms on the counter leaning forward slightly as they did so.
“Grief, how do I get over it?” Bruce stared down at his coffee. He hadn’t spoken to anyone about it, and now he didn’t feel like a person, a whole person at least.
“Ah,” a longer pause followed, where you also looked down, “you just, you just gotta come to terms with it. Death is something that comes to everyone, even the people who should have longer.” you turned to the ceiling, “but you gotta find something that makes you happy first. You need to smile again before you can get over anything.”
“Nothing makes me happy.” Bruce started to channel in batman the longer you spoke, this was stupid, he wasn’t going to get over Jason.
“REAlly? Nothing makes you happy?” The server leaned back over.
Bruce shrugged.
“Well then,” THey slamed their ands on the counter, “cake and a good conversation alwasy make me happy so lets try that out with you.”
“Sure,” Bruce smiled to himself, “we can try that.”
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Soft Rhett Abbott Headcanons
I got carried away with the love languages request, and now I've got all these thoughts floating around my head. I might make a part 2 to this if anyone wants it, I have so many thoughts about this man :(
It took him nearly two weeks to work up the courage to even approach you, and he practically stumbled over every word when he asked to give you his number.
Only admitted to it one night when he was so drunk that he couldn't walk straight. If you bring it up, he turns bright red.
Has never had a proper birthday party. Growing up in the Abbott household meant birthdays were celebrated with a simple "happy birthday!" and that was that.
While Royal had him working for his 24th birthday, you busied yourself with getting a cake in his favorite flavor, decorating your place in balloons and streamers, the whole nine yards. When he walked in late that night, he took one long look at everything and just burst into tears.
"You didn't have to do all of this for me :(" but turns around and outdoes you every time your birthday rolls around.
Likes to use your shampoo and conditioner sometimes, just because he likes the smell of it and it reminds him of you.
You can do just about anything to him. Grab him by the neck and press him against the wall of a bar, paint his nails, practice putting makeup on him; he doesn't mind it at all. He's just happy to be there.
Really really, really loves it when you call him your sweet boy :(( visibly melts every time the phrase falls off your tongue.
"There's my sweet boy," the pet name slipping off your tongue like honey as you walk into the living room. Rhett's sitting on the floor, so perfectly concealed that you didn't see him there until your third pass by. "What're you working on?"
His scruffy cheek presses against your hip, "putting this end table together," you can hear the smile in his tone as he slowly blinks up at you like a cat.
Absolutely smitten.
On bad days, he buries his face in your belly and just stays there while you run your fingers through his hair. Will absolutely bat those pretty blue eyes up at you and pout if you take your hand away.
You get away with the things nobody else can.
Perry tested it once. Walked up behind Rhett and stole his hat right off his head, and Rhett just about took him to the ground. A little bit later, you did the same thing, and Rhett just smiled and said you could keep it until he had to go back to work.
There's one night when you really test it by showing up to the ranch unannounced, mid-blizzard, throwing rocks at his window until he wakes up.
"Darlin', have you gone mad?" Rhett yawns, his head poked halfway out the window, "what in the world are you up to down there?"
So barely awake that his eyes are still closed, but as you giggle, a goofy smile works its way over his tired features. "Come build a snowman with me?"
Five minutes later, Rhett's stumbling through the snow with you, robbing his driveway of rocks to make a face for your future family of snowmen. Not a complaint on his tongue or floating through his mind. If you want snowmen at three in the morning, then so does he.
Rhett does that thing in the morning, where he reaches over and drags you across the mattress until you're snug against his chest. Sleepily smiles and nuzzles his nose into your soft cheek.
He has zero problem making little grabby hands when he wants you in his arms. Genuinely does not care if his buddies at the rodeo think he looks silly when he does it, either.
Is going to call you small, even if you're a foot taller than him. He's going to find something to justify it, whether it be based on your height or something subtle, like how much bigger his hands are than yours.
"Rhett, I'm not that little" "But you're little to me :)"
Intentionally "forgets" his clothes at your place. There is nothing this man loves more than to see you wandering around in his clothes. It makes him feel so soft and mushy inside because here's this perfect little person mulling around the kitchen in his old hoodie.
Protective, but he's very good at knowing when he should and shouldn't step in. Will absolutely start a bar fight if that's what he needs to do to make someone respect your request to leave you alone.
Rhett's like one of those personal protection dogs. Bound to your hip, looking all menacing and ready to go whenever you feel unsafe. Will absolutely press his head into your hand when you scratch him behind the ear.
Ticklish to all hell, especially around his stomach and thighs. He starts giggling even when your fingers catch the skin there by accident, and he's in trouble if you decide to tickle him.
Giggles and squirms as he tries and fails to get you back, but even in his fit of laughter, he's very careful not to kick you. He will, however, wind up pinning you somehow, someway.
Kiss thief.
It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing, he's going to be stealing at least one kiss. Goodbye kisses, hello kisses, "just because" kisses.
Rhett could kiss you for hours and not get tired of it. It's such a delicate, intimate thing, and every kiss feels as dreamy as the first one to him.
Do you want to dance in the rain? Would you like to? Because Rhett can't dance to save his damn life, but he really, really wants to spin you around and kiss you in the pouring rain.
You give Rhett something that nobody has ever given him before. A purpose, a reason to wake up every day and work himself to the bone on his father's ranch,
When Rhett looks at you, he sees everything he has ever wanted.
You are the sun, and he is the moon because that bright smile on his face is a reflection of you.
#briefly became possessed by a poet at the end there#rhett abbott x y/n#rhett abbott x reader#rhett abbott#rhett abbott outer range#outer range fic#outer range#outer range amazon#rhett abbott imagine#rhett abbott x you#reader self insert#self insert#x reader#reader insert#fem reader#rhett abbott headcanons#headcanons#delgato's warmups
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My First Diaper in Public!!!
This one was actually my idea! One of my good friends Miss B (Mommy says to call her Miss because that's the respectful way to address grown ups) invited me over to hang out earlier this week and I cautiously, kinda nervously mentioned to Mommy, "I really trust this friend, maybe I could wear a diaper to her house to find out how noticeable it actually is". Mommy enthusiastically agreed, I think she was a bit surprised that I would suggest something so bold.
The morning of our hangout came, and I diapered up as I was getting ready to leave. This particular diaper felt unusually thick and crinkly, but I know that was just me being nervous about wearing it around someone else. Up to this point, the only people who know about the diapers are me, Mommy, and all of you.
As I was driving up, I couldn't get comfortable for the whole trip. It took me about an hour and the whole time I could feel my thick bulky diaper under my pants. I was getting nervous, but also very excited to see a good friend!
When I first got there, we sat outside and caught up (not that we had a lot to catch up on, we chat daily) while she smoked a little bud. I didn't partake in that because as Mommy reminds me, "babies don't smoke. That's for grownups like Mommy and Miss B". But the whole time, I was certain she could hear my diaper rustling or see it bulging under my pants. When her cat walked across my lap, I just knew she could hear it.
After we hung out, she asked me for help cleaning up a little. It really threw me into little space to be given small tasks like picking up clothes and handing them to her to put away, or putting away dishes that she'd actually washed. Stuff that you'd ask a kid who wanted to help to do. I just knew while we were doing all this, with all the bending, reaching, and moving around that I was going to expose my diaper. I was the strangest mix of anxious mess and little space zen through this part of the day!
After we straightened up a bit, we decided to make a cake! It was my birthday about a month and a half ago and I'd never gotten a birthday cake, so we had to make it right! We moved into the kitchen and got ready to go! As Miss B was tying my apron on me I just knew she was going to brush against my diaper and say something, but she never did! I was mostly a spectator for this part, which only added to my infantile feelings. By this point I honestly felt like I could've just been being babysat. But our cake came out wonderfully and it was so chocolatey and yummy and perfect and despite my anxiety, I think my diaper secret was safe.
After we'd enjoyed our cake together for a bit back on the porch, Miss B decided we should go thrifting, a favorite hobby of hers! Plus I'd never actually seen the town she moved to, so that was nice! I was beyond anxious when she suggested it, I had never ever been in public in a diaper, unless you count walking across my yard to get in the car for this trip. But she convinced me with her irresistible, magnetic personality! The whole time we were in the store (me carrying her purchases and walking respectfully behind her while she flitted from spot to spot) I felt like their might as well have been a giant flashing sign over my head that said "Diaper Baby". I was sure the crinkle sound was echoing off the walls, the bulge between my legs was a few feet thick, and the waistband of my diaper was halfway up my back. But I made it through the store with no incident and got back to her place feeling rather accomplished.
By this point it was getting late and it was time for me to head back home. I hugged the beautiful Miss B goodbye, thanked her for having me in her home (she's very picky about who she lets in), and started the long drive home sitting on my super conspicuous padding.
Once I made it home, it was time for the hard part! My hands were shaking as I wrote out a text asking Miss B "Were you able to notice that I was wearing a diaper at all today?" I included some context about dealing with bladder problems recently (which, I have had some accidents) and she was as sweet as can be! "No hun, I never noticed a thing!" She put my mind so at ease, and for my own peace of mind I choose to believe she was telling the truth. Mommy wanted me to ask her about my diapers face-to-face, but that was never gonna happen! I was already a blushing, embarrassed mess sending the text to ask her.
Anyway, that's the story of probably the most extreme and embarrassing, but also rewarding diaper task I've done yet, and it wasn't even Mommy's idea, it was mine! I can't wait to see where we go from here!
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I just saw this article and I'm somehow even more disappointed.
But it turns out no one warned Captain America himself that a very personal piece of his history was about to be broadcast to the world. "I laughed my ass off," Ruffalo tells EW. "I'm like, 'Does someone need to talk to Captain America about this?' I haven't. I was afraid he was going to have it cut. Too late now, buddy. The cat's out of the bag."
Like... yes? He would have it cut because it's such bullshit? The fact that Chris who genuinely cares about Steve and who played that character for ten years wouldn't approve should've been an indicator.
Reducing Steve to jokes about his virginity is such a cheap shot. Avoiding that Sam is Captain America is too. I don't even know anymore.
My friend.... this is really funny, because I also just read this article today, and I was all geared up to write a rant about it when you popped into my inbox 😂
This is one of the most asinine articles I've ever read 🤣🤣🤣 and I've read quite a few in regards to certain characters in the MCU.
First to address your point about Chris Evans-- I do feel pretty bad for him. I think he genuinely connected to and cared about Steve Rogers as a character. From the interviews in which he talks about Steve, and particularly Steve's relationship with Bucky, I can tell he really put a lot of thought into Steve's heart and frame of mind, and I think he really made MCU Steve Rogers his. Certainly any new film incarnations of Steve will be measured up against Chris' interpretation, haha.
It's just... I don't think Chris would have wanted Steve to be disrespected like this. Ruffalo himself said he thought Chris would have put a stop to it. So it's distasteful that everyone would just go ahead and make obsessing over Steve's virginity a big part of Jennifer's character while laughing at it all the while. (I can't read Chris Evans' mind-- maybe he doesn't care, though I like to think he does.) As a big fan of Steve, Disney has not failed to disappoint me time after time, and this is just the icing on the cake.
And Sam, our new Captain America! Why does the MCU seem to forget that they have a new Captain America? Is it because they're spending all their energy marketing another Captain? 🤔 You'd think he would be of more note to a Manhattan lawyer's mind since he stopped freedom fighters antifa terrorists from killing the GRC members? Hell the Hollywood Reporter forgot and Chris had to remind them. I do feel bad for Anthony Mackie. 🤦 Silver lining-- at least She Hulk isn't obsessing over Sam's virginity??
And yes, I do agree that reducing Steve to jokes about his ass and virginity are a cheap shot. And it shows how puerile and insipid the MCU has become. They have nothing of note to say and they grab for anything that they think is funny, to the point of making jokes of their most beloved characters. I know they're aiming for the widest audience imaginable, including kids, but that doesn't mean they need to write like high schoolers (though tbh I know fanficcers in high school that write better than these guys). What mature adult honestly gives a such a huge crap about whether or not a (thought to be) deceased public figure and national hero had sex?
The first paragraph had me rolling my eyes already:
Jennifer Walters is the hero we all deserve, because in the very first episode of She-Hulk: Attorney at Law, she finally gets to the bottom of one of Marvel's biggest mysteries: Did Captain America die a virgin?
And it just gets worse.
As She-Hulk continues, viewers can expect to see more hilarious, meta, and, yes, horny moments like this. "The horniness! That stuff is my favorite," Maslany says with a laugh. She loved how Jen is obsessed with Captain America's virginity because "it's the human side of him, the real side, the thing that she would [relate to]."
You're telling me that Jennifer Walters, a lawyer whose opening scene showed her practicing her closing argument for a case against powerful business interests that caused the deaths of innocent people-- that Jennifer Walters, who was standing up for the little guy-- that this strong, compassionate woman, is "obsessed" with Captain America's virginity of all things because it's the "human, real" side of him that she would relate to?? Not the side of him that stood up against bullies at great detriment to his own well-being, even before he had the serum? Not the side of him that curled over a grenade to protect his fellow soldiers? The side that went into a Nazi death camp solo to rescue his best friend (and hundreds of other POWs) when the army left them for dead? The side of him that leveled a Nazi-infested US intelligence agency? The side of him that did exactly what she was shown to be doing right at the beginning of her own show??
I think @luna-rainbow said it best-- "to reduce “the human side of Steve” (or anyone, for that matter) to whether or not they fucked…is seriously superficial, intrusive and just pathetic."
But the actress admits she had no idea this was something Marvel fans have been wondering for years, adding, "I love that that's how everybody's thinking. In that vein of that question, there's a lot more Easter eggs like that throughout the season. There's something later that's a really great moment with a cameo that I won't say what happens, but it's basically like a walk of shame that's really funny."
I shudder to imagine what horrors await us.
And if any fans are wondering how credible Bruce's intel is, the debate can be put to rest: This is officially the true story of how Captain America lost his virginity. "We didn't set out thinking that we were going to be able to answer it," Gao tells EW. "It used to just be a running joke, that it's going to be a lifelong obsession for Jen, that this is the one thing that keeps her awake at night. It actually used to be in the show a lot more, where in every episode there would be some little reminder, like you'd see that her search history was this, and she was always in asides talking to other characters where everybody's reaction was like, 'She's talking about this again.'"
You're kidding me right? Does nobody on this team see how creepy it is for a grown woman to be obsessed lifelong with a dead man's sex life? Compare it to a random male character obsessing every night over whether or not Natasha had been a virgin when she died. And for this to be the thing that keeps her awake at night? Out of all the things she's experienced??
But then Gao got the definitive answer — and permission to use it — from Marvel's mastermind. "It was actually Kevin Feige who said, 'I know the answer. I can tell you. We can do the answer,'" Gao recalls. "And I was like, 'You have the answer, and we can tell everyone?' And he was like, 'Yeah.' So this is Marvel canon. This is straight from Kevin Feige."
SO IT WAS YOU, KEVIN FEIGE!!! Honestly when I read this I almost felt relieved. If it's Feige's own fatuous headcanon, I can ignore it. Why does the status of Steve Rogers' virginity take up so much of his headspace that he feels the need to insert it into a show that has nothing to do with him? And they were going to have it in every episode? Why?! PLEASE tell me they aren't doing that anymore. I don't want anyone in the MCU to ever utter Steve's name again.
#asks answered#she hulk#she hulk critical#steve rogers#kevin feige is such a creep#marvel meta#chris evans#disney keep steve rogers' name out of your mouth 2022#long post#kevin feige stop creeping on steve 2022#kevin feige goes to bed at night rubbing his hands and cackling about how he can ruin more beloved characters#mcu
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MC's Birthday
Warnings: lesson 16 spoilers, mentions of death, light angst
It's my birthday, so i wrote what the brothers would text MC when they spent their birthday in the human world.
Happy birthday MC. I hope you are enjoying it. I wish I could be there with you, or, even better, you be here with all of us. My brothers may not express it, but we do all care for you very much. ~ Lucifer
It’s yer birthday today, right? Well, I suppose you can have a gift from The Great Mammon. You’ll just have to get it when you visit. When will ya get back, anyway? ...I miss ya. Happy birthday, human. ~The Great Mammon
Hey normie, did you know your birthday is on the same day as one of the characters from a sports anime I’ve been into lately? It’s getting a new movie soon, maybe we could watch it together when you come back home? ~ Leviathan
I saw a cat that reminded me of you today. I’m going to take it as a sign that you are having a wonderful birthday, even if I’m not there to celebrate with you. Also, that book you asked about has arrived. Come collect it soon. ~ Satan
Happy birthday, darling!!!! I’m sure you miss me more than ever today, but you shall just have to bear it, I’m afraid. Of course, I wouldn't mind at all if you were to come back home! I would also come rushing back to me as soon as possible!♥️ ~ Asmodeus
I ate a really tasty cake Luke made. He said it was for your birthday, but since you aren't here, I could have it. It was really good, he put a lot of love into it for you. I hope your birthday is as good as that cake was. ~ Beelzebub
I’ve had a lot more trouble sleeping lately. Maybe it’s because my favorite pillow isn’t here with me. I hope you’re sleeping well, MC. Happy birthday. Don’t forget to sleep, no matter how much work you have. ~ Belphegor
Happy birthday MC!! How old are you this year? I baked a cake for you, but I guess you won’t be here to eat it with us. I hope you have fun today anyway! ~ Luke
Happy birthday MC. I hope you are having fun on this momentous occasion. I recently bought Lord Diavolo a new tea. Cherry Amour, I believe it was called. Perhaps you would like to join the prince and me for a tea party when you return? I am certain he would appreciate it as well. ~Barbatos
Happy Birthday, MC. We all from purgatory hall wish you a very happy birthday. If I’m honest, I miss our weekly lunches together. I hope you are still writing as fervently as you did while you were here with us. I can’t wait to see what new worlds you have created in our time apart. ~ Simeon
Happy birthday MC. I trust you are enjoying your time back in the human world? I have recently acquired a cursed record I would love to listen to with you. I can hardly wait for your return. ~ Lord Diavolo
I hear it is your birthday today, MC. Asmodeus refuses to shut up about it. He misses you dearly. I too wish you the best for your birthday. Of course, I could always drop by for a visit if I wanted, but I am quite busy with some research as of this time. However, when you return, I have a gift for you, so don’t stay there too long. ~ Solomon
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As I read each of the texts in turn, I realize how much I miss all of them. The Devildom was my home for an entire year. Even with all the chaos and, well, my death, I still think of that manor as home. Each time they say 'when you get back' I long for the time that I do, finally, return to them. They are my family, and I want to go home.
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hello, tumblr, i am 30 years old and i got into baking and cooking on october 7, 2023–if you know anything about october 7, 2023, you should know how much all of this means to me 😅 i’m a gentile girl trying to be a mensch.
am yisrael chai, don’t even think about it 🇮🇱
a little bit about me: i am an artist and a writer with a long background in science and engineering. i love animals (namely, dogs, cats, horses, birds, bats, rabbits, and reptiles), cartoons, books, and movies. i’m a hockey player at heart. i love formula 1. i love top gear and those three zany british men. i love the winter olympics. i love halloween and christmas. i’m a west coast girl. i love hawai’i and the ocean. i’m making a graphic novel. i was friends with chris cornell (yes, him). i’m a grunge fan but grunge fans don’t like me, though: you know that weird little alt rock kid seeing the heavy metal band that no one thinks about? that’s me.
i struggled with anorexia in my late teen years and obesity in the back half of my twenties: if you want to know what it’s like to deal with a debilitating eating disorder and then push nearly 300 pounds, imagine you’re drowning… and then someone hands you a big wedding cake.
all jokes aside, i actually have a fat kink, if you can believe that. i actually have a number of kinks, but that’s one of my main ones. i deliberately gained weight to heal from my eating disorder, and to fulfill something that i had been curious about pretty much my whole life (like, “what if i got really fat, as fat as i could be?”) and i felt good. i loved being heavy and the idea of being a “big beautiful woman” if you will (especially when fat women have been worshipped for millennia; the whole skinny craze is relatively new). but i couldn’t keep it up, though: i started having trouble with my heart and my stomach, i was having migraines, and most of all, i was getting edema in my feet.
as of my writing this, since i started losing weight back in mid-july, i have lost 59 pounds, down from my heaviest ever at 268: i crossed the 200 pound threshold back in 2015, and now that i write it out, it would’ve been something to hit that number again after ten years (i’ll go with nine, though 🤷🏻♀️).
i’m pansexual and polyamorous. i’m single… but jimmy cracked corn and i don’t care (really, i don’t even think about relationships). i do have a crush, though, on a jewish man and i’ve felt this way about him for almost three years now. i have a crush on him (and he’s even said “i love you” to me) even though he’s in a relationship… yeah. the love of my life is with someone else. but like, i want to see him happy, though, you know? i love him perhaps more so following october 7.
october 7. the day of that attack—the day, the very day—i baked my very first loaf of bread, a simple bloomer courtesy of paul hollywood, one of my influences in the culinary world: as the dough was proofing, i saw a huge horde of people posting about palestine and israel, and it reminded me of a guy who ran into a convenience store at the start of the pandemic and he yelled out, “can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?” that was my reaction to it all. i just wanted to know what had happened and no one would tell me… and a friend of mine finally said “pray for israel.” i asked what happened and she told me. i just foresaw everything unraveling from that point forward.
so i took the bloomer out of the oven and it felt fated, like it was meant to be. my basic thought was “the world is going to need art and words, and also, people willing to get down and make things to eat”. this is going down fast. (in other words, my healing my body from itself and satisfying a kink had a point after all 😜).
and it might seem counterintuitive, but baking and cooking has actually helped me lose even more weight than i can ever imagine (besides weightlifting and aerobics and boxing and martial arts and yoga, of course). you might think that baking cakes and pies and cookies and making dinner every night would make me 300+ pounds tout suite, but it’s actually done the opposite (so, sorry, feeder community)—and if anything, i enjoy every cookie and slice of cake now. there’s no fad diets here or anything fancy with me, and even with 60 pounds lost i still have a chubby belly (i don’t mind, though—my stomach has been through a lot, it should keep *something*), so i’m definitely not a fitblr.
since october, i’ve felt this need to blog my journey in baking and cooking, and away from my personal blog, too. stuff i made, recipes i think of (and maybe some that need to be passed on, too?), and food i want to make.
my art blog is on here at nuagederose—i also have a therapy blog, theghostandthehealer—and my instagram is badmotorartist. if erotic band fiction (among other things) is your thing, my ao3 is josiebelladonna.
and yeah, i’m 30 and i think i found the proverbial missing jigsaw puzzle piece. age really is just a number!
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5sos Fic Exchange - Summer 2022
We had 14 wonderful fics created for this round of our biannual exchange! There’s a collection on AO3 that can be found here, and tumblr posts are linked in this masterlist! Remember to show the author some love if you read by leaving kudos, comments, and reblogging their post!
Lacuna - 27k, E, Cake, written by @ashtcnirwin for @crossedwiress
So Luke doesn’t mind having Ashton in his life.
He really enjoys it, actually.
What he has yet to find a reason for enjoying, however, is the fact that if he’s invited to third wheel Michael and Ashton, Calum is usually invited as well.
In which Luke needs a place to live, Calum needs a roommate, and they don’t exactly dislike each other, they just don’t exactly like each other either.
Take My Paw - 13k, T, Malum, written by @youngsingingheart for @jbhmalumm
A kitten and a puppy meet in a place full of other kittens and puppies.
i’ll be patient despite our racing hearts - 5k, T, Mashton, written by @calumsclifford for @lukemichaelcalumashton
The thing is, Michael and Ashton aren’t not friends. They do things that friends do. They enjoy each other’s company. They have the same taste in music. They have good talks. “You can be friends with your boyfriend, Michael,” Calum says, exasperated.
or, Michael and Ashton are accidentally fake dating
take my hand (now and forever) - 2k, T, Mashton, written by @jbhmalumm for @calumsclifford
It doesn’t take him long to find Ashton. He’s sitting along the stream, toes dipping in the calm water. The moon casts a light so gentle over his profile that Michael’s breath almost catches in his chest. They’re a long way from the time they fell in love, but in moments like these, when it’s the middle of the night and Ashton’s features and whole demeanour radiate youth and innocence, it feels like the first time Michael looked at him and realised he hadn’t thought of him as a friend in a long time.
or: mashton, camping, and late night talking
since we can’t hook up tonight - 5k, E, Lashton, written by @lifewasradical for @killmytimes
As much as he may nearly count down the hours until he gets to speak to Luke again, that doesn’t mean that Luke is doing the same for him. Now that Luke is off touring and seeing new people and amazing sights, maybe he’s forgetting about the people waiting at home for him.
Maybe he’s forgetting Ashton is waiting at home for him.
But Ashton reminds himself again that just because he’s a hopeless fool for Luke doesn’t mean that Luke feels the same about him. Quite the opposite, honestly, because he knows that Luke doesn’t feels the same about him, or they wouldn’t be in this position right now, friends with benefits instead of more.
Daydreams - 6k, T, Mashton, written by @daydadahlias for @babush-cat
It’s not Michael’s fault the owner of Fletcher’s Flowers is so good-looking. And no one—Luke—should be able to blame him for wanting to come to the shop and admire the pretty buff man with large delicate hands as he assembles bouquets or pets his cat.
you erode all my edges (and make me into love) - 4k, T, OT4, written by @bandsanitizer for @daydadahlias
For all the people Ashton has loved, it never quite crossed his mind how differently love exists. That sure, somewhere within the love between friends and family, romantic partners and the kind of love you extend to random people that come through your life, Ashton definitely put together that not all feelings of love are the same.
But when it comes to loving Michael, Calum, and Luke, Ashton has found that it’s not quite as simple as clearly-cut categories between labels on relationships. He might even consider it wrong to confine the feelings he has for them—in both degree and complexity—into something as simple as just romantic infatuation or as cut-and-paste as seeing himself with them for the rest of his life. Ashton definitely does, don’t get him wrong, but for all the love he’s experienced and given, it’s strange to come to an awareness that even when you think love is the same—even when you might even want it to be—it’s not.
That, to Ashton at least, it’s less of differences in relationships and more of differences in people that we love, that inspire us to love differently.
Off-stage - 6k, T, OT4, written by @lukemichaelcalumashton for @bandsanitizer
“So we’re kissing each other on stage now?” Ashton asks while they sit around eating their dinner after the show.
Luke chokes audibly on his California Spring roll, forcing Michael to give him a few thumps on his back. With watery eyes, he glances at Calum, sitting across from him and finds him grinning back smugly. Neither of them say anything. It’s Michael who says, “yeah, what was that about?” looking directly at Calum who shrugs nonchalantly.
“Dunno, I just felt like doing it,” he says, leaning back on his palms, still looking at Luke. “Luke doesn’t mind, do you, Luke?”
The truth is Luke does mind. He minds a lot. Not because he doesn’t like it, but because it messes with his head--leaves him feeling a little floaty and distracted.
Or 3 times the boys kiss Luke on stage + 1 time Luke kisses them all off stage.
in your ocean, i’m sinking - 11k, T, Cake, written by @crossedwiress for @4thbrighteststar
Luke’s eyes are a little too bright when you look into them for too long. It would be easy to fall into them.
Calum wonders whether it would be more like hovering in a lovely blue sky, sunrays warming his face and very soul, or perhaps maybe drowning in a chilling ocean, cold waves enveloping his body.
A part of him, a reckless part of him, is willing to fall if only for the glimmering hope that it would be the former.
In which Calum and Luke go on a road trip to New York, featuring: pining, bad jokes, and far more coffee than is advised.
there’s no need to run and hide (when the world leaves a scar) - 10k, T, Lashton, written by @jurassicworjd for @lifewasradical
Luke is a new intern, and he gets along with pretty much everyone he works with. Well, everyone except for Ashton Irwin. Ashton is cold, and doesn’t give him the time of day. Certain events keep on bringing the two together whether they like it or not, and eventually, Luke finds out why Ashton is so cold.
i wanna tell you so (how to hold my heart) - 25k, T, Mashton, written by @babush-cat for @igarbagecannoteven
Ashton turns to greet him, faded red hair swishing gracefully with the motion until the gentle waves settle and frame his face, all sunny grin and perfect dimples and sparkling hazel eyes and Michael hates Calum he hates him so much.
“Oh hey, it’s my favorite customer!” he says with his stupid cute voice constantly sounding on the verge of laughter and happiness and sunshine.
Michael hopes his face isn’t as red as it feels, averts his eyes to shield them from the powerful glow Ashton always seems to emanate, “You say that to all your customers.”
Michael is a programmer by day, a vigilante’s guy in the chair by night, and a full-time admirer of the cute barista down at the coffee shop he frequents, and sometimes he wonders if everyone around him is way too dramatic or if he’s missing something.
or, this technically still counts as a coffee shop au
burnt eggs & broken promises - 5k, G, Lashton, written by @igarbagecannoteven for @jurassicworjd
“…So after a month or two of getting hounded by people, I may or may not have invented a fictional boyfriend.”
Luke glanced up at Ashton with worried blue eyes, as if he was expecting to be berated for lying. Instead, Ashton shrugged. “I can see why.”
or,
Ashton’s always found his roommate, Luke, nothing but aggravating, but when they make a deal where Ashton has to pretend to be Luke’s boyfriend for a night, his opinion starts to shift slightly…
i don’t wanna dive too deep or i’m never comin’ back - 22k, E, Lashton, written by @killmytimes for @ashtcnirwin
luke goes to the gym for the first time and unexpectedly meets the most beautiful boy he’s ever seen.
true love in 3D - 16k, M, Muke, written by @4thbrighteststar for @youngsingingheart
Michael turns around, too, and he swears it’s like something out of a romcom. Luke Hemmings turns out to be a gorgeous 6′2 man with eyes so blue and the fluffiest blond curls he’s ever seen. Michael feels his heart rate bump up, up, up, faster, faster, faster, and his mouth goes dry and his eyes probably widen a little too much, but he barely registers the nerves. Instead, his brain takes note of exactly three things: the massive violet bush against his back that threatens to swallow him if he swoons, the smell of the rum that Jack is holding next to him, and the single clear thought his head will allow right now - this summer just got a lot more interesting.
A muke cate’s brother songfic.
Thank you to all of our participants for your amazing fics!
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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers♡
tysm for the ask!! I've been kind of bummed out lately so this is an important reminder that I should try to verbalize more of the good stuff that's going on re: being a human person, lol.
one: tea and sweets. I drink a lot of tea but I really love sitting down with a mug or cup with pot and a slice of cake or a scone or whatever. it feels like a special little treat even if it's just a couple digestive biscuits. I also like afternoon tea with savories too but I'm usually too lazy to make a whole spread myself.
two: casual cosplay. also regular cosplay, but I like finding excuses to get dressed up in more subtle ways because it's easier to pull off on the regular lol. I love wearing outfits that have references to stuff or are like functional pieces that look very obviously like a particular character's outfit or aesthetic. it does create closet space problems bc now I have things like a fuzzy princess mononoke vest from her universe that I rarely have reason to wear, but it makes me happy when I do wear it.
three: finally finding a thing you've been looking for for years on ebay/mercari/a thrift store/wherever. I have a lot of active collections and there is something so satisfying about finally!!!!! getting a piece you've been wanting forever but it's hard to find or usually quite expensive. I also love love love doing this for other people, like my brother broke his favorite mug - a long out of production dark blue disney mug with goofy on it - and being able to go online, keep an eye out for it and finally track it down was fantastic. one of my best friends collects nancy drew books and ephemera and I always send her pics of ones I find just in case its an edition she wants or something she's missing.
four: the fact that @heystovepipeboys has her 10 year green card!!!!! this is sort of silly bc she got it last year but the process was sooooo delayed because of covid and the department being understaffed and underfunded, so we were waiting and waiting and waiting and she had to take her passport everywhere and sometimes people wouldn't understand the documents she had proving she's a permanent resident. it still doesn't feel real that we're finally done with that whole process. if anyone ever has questions about the fiance visa process I am happy to give the rundown lol, 90 day fiance is not an accurate view of how simple the process is.
five: cats, I love cats. have never met a cat I don't like. they're all so funny and have such distinct personalities and weird rich inner lives despite their walnut sized brains. we have two cats and they're both weird little beasts and I love them. C:
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Houston, we got a problem....
John Deacon & Queen Band
Author note : Hello my beauties. here I am for day 3 of Deaky’s 71th birthday. I’m not following any prompts, it’s just birthday themed. I’ve been super busy lately and I’m aware it’s not my best piece, but I hope some of you will enjoy it anyways. Thanks in advance to anyone who will be giving honest feedback, it’s always very appreciated. Also, I remind you English isn’t my mother tongue, apologies in advance for the mistakes.
Warnings : none really, just my awful writing. and a slight cursing....
Summary : it’s John’s birthday !!!
Words count : 1,817 words
Permanent taglist : @reavenedges-lies @thosequeenboys @born-to-lose @orionis8689 @queenlover05 (communicate with me regarding tagging please)
Some thought since he was the lead singer of Queen, Freddie Mercury was the decision maker within the band, but it was a false assertion. When it came to music and the whole band creating together, they all had their word, everyone’s opinion was valid.
When it came to celebration, however, it was a totally different matter. He and only he was able to be in charge of everything. He always had a plan, and it was better for everyone else to follow his orders and it was useless to argue or contest his decisions.
John Deacon, Roger Taylor and Brian May had rapidly understood it. So, when Freddie Mercury announced he was going to organize a surprise celebration for Deaky’s birthday, Roger and Brian had merely exchanged glances, loudly swallowing. They weren’t sure where all of this was going to lead them, but on the other hand, they knew they had to follow Freddie’s rules on this matter. The singer was about to become a real drama queen, largely pouting and slamming the doors behind him. And after all, Brian and Roger only had to follow orders, this shouldn’t be too hard.
As it was clear for everyone, Freddie had a plan. He dragged Brian and Roger with him to go shopping. Balloons and decorations, presents, at least one from each musician, and a fabulous and fancy cake. After all, one only had a single birthday within a year, this needed a proper extravaganza.
Brian was staying strong, trying to reassure everyone, including himself, that they were going to find what they needed. Even if it was already the fourth shop the three of them were leaving, empty-handed. Roger, on the other hand, was already dragging his purple shoes on the pavement, huffing and puffing like crazy. Freddie was merely ignoring him, leading the way, rocking his hips as he was rapidly walking.
Eventually and at the end of what appeared to be an endless day for both guitarist and drummer, all was found and everything was ready. As they gathered at Freddie’s, they wrapped the presents, or at least, the singer undid the wrapping work the sellers had kindly done and wrapped everything all over again. The presents needed to be neatly presented, the paper needed to be straight and elegant. The bows had to be perfectly placed and the tag had to be correctly and distinctly written.
The balloons and the cakes didn’t need more attention, they just needed to be brought to Deaky on his birthday. Which was the following day. The three men agreed to gather again at Freddie’s, this way, Roger would be able to drive them and the rest of the purchases to their final destination.
On the D-Day, Brian and Roger made sure to arrive at Freddie’s earlier than expected. The two of them were aware the singer would be late anyways, but at least, they were making sure the blame wouldn’t be put on their shoulders.
Freddie eventually kissed his cats and they all got in the car, the balloons and the presents in the trunk, and the cake safely laying on the singer’s laps. The way to get to John’s place was pleasant, the day was already surely going to be very lovely. The sun was shining and it wasn’t too hot thanks to a nice summer breeze.
Roger parked not too far from Deaky’s and Brian headed to the trunk to take the rest of the stuff. The drummer took the cake and told Freddie he would safely and carefully bring it to the house. This way, the singer could be in charge of the rest of the presents and Brian could wrap the strings of the balloons around his long fingers, making sure none of them would escape.
The driving from Freddie’s house to John’s went well. There was no reason the way from the car to the house would be different.
Freddie was leading the way and opened the doorway that led to the pathway. Brian was following him, making sure the balloons weren’t on his way to see where he was putting his feet. Roger, bringing up the rear, very silently closed the doorway, his tongue sticking out as he was struggling between the cake and the lock. But it went fine and he let out a sigh of relief.
The three men were still quietly walking, willing to surprise their friend.
Yet, unlike Brian, Roger wasn’t really looking where he was going and since his shoelaces were untied, the inevitable happened. He made sure not to fall, and surprisingly remained quiet. Looking around him, he blushed heavily. They were only a couple of steps away from the front door.
Since Brian was the closest, the drummer whispered:
“Houston? We have a problem….”
He knew the guitarist was fond of space and hoped this would soothe him before actually announcing the bad news.
Brian turned around, trying to see between the balloons. No other words were needed. When he saw Roger’s face, he understood right away. The drummer let out a nervous laugh.
“Ready guys?”, Freddie whispered as he was about to knock on the door.
Yet, there was no answer.
“Guys?”, he frowned and turned around as well.
The scene wasn’t what he expected to see. Roger had his hand on his chin, thinking and Brian seemed to be trying to find a way to go back in time. Freddie noticed Roger’s hands were empty and looked down, since it was where the two others were looking.
That’s when he saw the box of the cake on the pathway.
“Noooooooooooooooooooooooo….”, Freddie whined, still in a whisper.
He put the presents next to the front door and came closer to the others, all of them staring at the box.
“Roger, what did you do?”, the singer complained.
The drummer looked at him, willing to sarcastically answer, but he knew it wasn’t a good idea.
“I’m sorry, it was an accident….”, Roger explained, still in a whisper.
“Maybe it’s not that bad….”, Brian said, trying to remain positive.
The three men simultaneously bent over, still intensely examining the crime scene. An old lady passed by, stopped to glance at them. She paused for a few seconds, wondering what was going on. She then shrugged and carried on her way.
Freddie delicately put his hands on the box, very gently opening it.
“Careful….”, Brian said, sweat forming on his forehead.
It was as if Roger and Brian were witnessing an open-heart surgery, as Freddie was now on his knees, looking inside the box.
He closed his eyes, sighing. He looked up, saying no with his face.
“Are you sure? There must be something we can do?”, Roger whispered.
“It’s too late, Rog….”, Freddie said.
“Let me see.”, the drummer replied.
“No, you cannot see this. it would break your heart.”, the singer stated, avoiding his eyes.
Roger frowned, but opened the box all the same. And he grimaced.
“Oh, bloody hell….”, Brian tried not to curse too strongly.
“Fuck….”, Roger was, on the other hand, less polite.
The cake was completely upside down, the frosting spread everywhere but on the top of the cake. The drummer came closer and put his index in the icing, willing to taste it.
“What are you doing?”, Freddie asked, seeming deeply offended.
“What? I’m just trying it.”, Roger shrugged.
“Is it good?”, Brian asked.
Yet, before Roger could answer, the guitarist had already taken a bit of icing on his finger as well, and tried it.
“Delicious. This is an excellent bakery.”, he said, nodding.
“You guys are insane….”, Freddie stated.
“You should try, Fred, it’s really good.”, Roger replied, sitting down to take another fingertip of icing.
The singer frowned, considering his option. He eventually shrugged and sat as well, tasting the frosting. Soon, Brian sat as well and the three of them started to take turns, cleaning the box from the icing that had spread everywhere. The three men were smiling, licking their lips, appreciating this moment.
“What the hell is going on here?”, a voice said, making them strongly startle.
John appeared on his doorstep, wearing shorts and an old T-shirt, summer slippers on his feet.
The three musicians exchanged guilty glances, none of them daring to speak first as Deaky was walking closer.
Roger searched his pocket and eventually found his lighter, turning it on. He placed it on top of Deaky’s cake, or what was left of it and began to sing.
“Happy Birthday John, Happy birthday John….”, he began, looking at the others for them to join.
The singer and the guitarist carried on singing with him, their voices harmoniously echoing in the pathway.
At the end of the song, John gently bent and blew the flame, and the three others cheered him, applauding.
There was a moment of silence and John sat with them, the whole band now seated around the open box, where the cake was still in pitiful condition.
“Shall we eat this cake or are we just going to stare at it during the whole day?”, Deaky asked, breaking the silence.
“Yes, Deaks’ right, let’s get inside and eat it.”, Roger nodded.
“Why get inside and risk another tragedy?”, John said, taking four forks out of his pocket.
The three guests looked at him, stunned.
“I’ve been watching you for the past five minutes. I want a piece of cake too….”, John carried on, giving them the forks.
They all exchanged glances again, a bit embarrassed. John took a full fork and put it in his mouth, licking his lips.
“Okei, but this cake is delicious. I need to know where you guys got it….”, he said, trying to appease the atmosphere, since he had the feeling his friends were strongly uncomfortable about the incident.
“Oh, we got it on Fleet Street, the white bakery….”, Freddie said. “I made sure you’d get the best of the best….”, he carried on, taking a piece of the cake as well.
The four men carried on randomly talking as they were eating the cake. Soon, there were laughs and giggles. The musicians tied the balloons on their friend and eventually he also got to open his presents, still seated in the pathway.
At the end of the day, John noticed his cheeks were sore, because he had been laughing and smiling a lot during the whole afternoon.
Yes, some would have thought his birthday party was ruined, but as far as he was concerned, he considered it was one of the best birthdays he had ever had.
He was surrounded by his friends, there was nothing fancy, nothing superficial, nothing luxuriant. And it was just perfect. And if sitting with his bandmates on this pathway during a whole afternoon and ending it with stiff legs was the price to pay, John thought it was cheap given how blissful this moment had been.
#warriorteam1924 writes#houston we got a problem....#queen#queen band#john deacon#freddie mercury#brian may#roger taylor#queen imagine#queen fiction#queen fanfiction#queen fanfic#Deaks71thparty#sorry the gif is lame i know#let's celebrate despite it all shall we
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Today I went into Starbucks and the universe reminded me why I’m not really attracted to the men around my age. A couple days ago, this Starbucks had free food samples and today I went in for a matcha latte and in the process of me paying for it, a trio of boys (18-23)passed by my peripheral and instead of getting behind me, they decided to stand right next to me, where I would be heading to get out of the way while the nice barista made my drink. I was annoyed but whatever. I went over to the other counter and I overheard these boys start asking about any free samples.
Barista: “no, not today.”
Boys: “well could you buy us a cake pop?”
Barista: “…sorry, no.”
Boys: “come on, could you just give us an old one then??”
Barista: “no. I can’t do that.”
Then one of the boys saw their little “employee of the week” chalk board signs.
Boys: “do you know the employee of the week?”
I could tell the barista didn’t want to give them any information, so she said no. They continued asking personal questions about the barista and wouldn’t stop begging for a free snack. After making my drink, another barista, who was on break, came back and the boys saw her name tag. It was the employee of the week. These boys proceeded to (would harass be an appropriate word for this??) bug her about a free snack, and she looked embarrassed and uncomfortable. Then the second barista made the mistake of saying it was the employee of the months birthday today. These boys had the audacity to ask if the girl would buy them a cake pop since it’s her birthday. I ran outta of there before I opened my mouth and started talking smack, because I knew these men would overpower me and I didn’t want to get into any situation with these literal giants.
I swear, once I start thinking men around my age aren’t all bad and hey, maybe it’s just a stereotypical thing that these types of men are annoying af, but the universe slaps the shit out of me and I’m reminded how much I hate these men.
This is just a random and late night ramble because I was still fuming about these men. I just don’t understand why they couldn’t buy something instead of begging for free shit? Are they that pathetic to hit Starbucks for a free cake pop from an already tired looking barista who’s ready to shiv you with a plastic fork if you ask if there’s a “sugar free, dairy free, gluten free latte” option. I just don’t understand????? Why??? The male gender are weird and as I age and be in close proximity with these men, I see why so many women become lesbians and why being a crazy cat lady with fictional men at her beck and call is superior.
#weird shit#rambles#seriously wtf#like wtf#starbucks#men are the worst#late night rambles#why are men like this
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Hiiii it's me again, and congrats on the 2k, again! (love your writings btw).
I'll be asking a couple of questions, I'm annoying :3
1- FMK (Tristan Thorn, Matt Murdock, and Michael Kinsella) and why...
2- Are you an early bird or a late owl?
3- Dogs or Cats?
Aaaand, would you ship me with a Charlie character? I'd love to know which one would would fit me. (>ⲱ<)
Well, I'm 5'5.75 (167 cm), curly black hair (now is wine red), black coffee eyes (almond), heart shaped face, not skinny but not overweighted — in between, but I love it.
I'm an aquarius, my personality type is ENFJ-T, I'm a Weirdo™, an absolute idiot, always nervous about absolutely everything, I have a couple of mental issues (trust issues, anxiety, overthinking, you name it! The whole package) but, I love having people around me, I always need to be reminded that I'm worthy (my self-esteem is always at its lowest baby).
I love art, I love making art, I'm a music addict, I love writing (either poems or stories), I love the rain, winter, pasta, cakes, cinnamon, chocolate, hot cocoa, iced coffee, random espresso shots, ice cream. I have two demons (cats) and they're literally my children, I also have a little bird, I love animals so much, I wanted to be a vet, but now I'm a translator (wow the turntables!). I'm kinda house person, I like staying inside, I'm a night owl, but sometimes I love feeling the sun on my skin and going outside to meet some friends.
Who do you think is gonna be my boo? >¬<
In exchange, I think I would ship you with Tristan Thorn, he's a sweetheart like you and Idk, I think you're just a soft baby who deserves happiness <3
Congrats again, love ya! <3
Hello, love!
1. Fuck- Michael Kinsella. Listen. I know this man can give it good. He'd take such good care of me and that's what matters.
Marry- Matt Murdock. He's just my favorite. I can't deny it. I love Mikey and Tristan is adorable, but Matt has my heart.
Kiss- Tristan Thorne. He's just a little sweet baby. A cinnamon roll.
2. Neither. I am some form of permanently exhausted pigeon. 😂
3. Both! I can't really choose. I've had both all my life and I can't pick just one!
As for your ship, I could totally see you with Matt Murdock!
He's going to understand your anxieties because he has his own to contend with. He'll be super helpful at calming you down and helping you work through it. He'll love listening to you describe your art and even better if you let him run his hands over the finished product. He'd find your language abilities impressive. And finally your night owl tendencies would work in his favor since you'll probably still be awake when he comes home from patrols! He'll need the extra love and care you can provide.
Awe sweet baby Tristan. He's so cute, I wouldn't know what to do with him!
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💕 - What's something that never fails to make you happy?
🌷 - What's a few candle scents you like?
💪 - Quick, name something you're proud of!
🍃 - If you had to pick a season for it to be all year long, what would you pick?
🎨 - What is your favorite color combination?
❤️ - This isn't a question, I just wanted to say that I love seeing you on my dashboard!
💕 - What's something that never fails to make you happy?
Animals. Whether in person or watching videos of them online. Especially hamsters, other rodents, and cats. I just adore them and their noises and cuteness, omg. No matter what kind of mood I'm in, animals will make me smile ever time.
🌷 - What's a few candle scents you like?
My ultimate favorite candle scent of all time is "Witches Brew" by Yankee Candle. Not only do I just love the scent, but it also reminds me of my late mother. She knew I loved that scent and bought me a whole bunch of candles years ago, and she used to start burning it in the house before I got home from school, and then later, from work. So when I got home I'd have my favorite scent going on. So it always reminds me of her. Plus it's the perfect Halloween scent, and Halloween is a LIFESTYLE for me, lol, I'm witchy all year round, it's my normal everyday aesthetic. So that scent just conjures all sorts of happy memories and feelings in me when I smell it.
Another candle scent that I abdolutely adore that was retired and that really sucks... is "Unicorn Tears" by Fragrant Jewels. I'm not sure what's actually in it in terms of what the scent is, but it's just lovely, like a floral fruity... something, heh. Starry Night is a close second with this brand, I love that one too.
And then let's see... in general I love rose and rose petal scents, orange... like blood orange or orange blossom scents, and I mean because, yet again I state that Halloween is a lifestyle for me and not just a holiday haha, I love pumpkin pie, pumpkin spice, pumpkin donut, and pumpkin cake scents.
I... have a lot of candles, heh. With my anxiety, aromatherapy is really a thing, and I'm a person who tends to have emotions and memories invoked by scents, so if I need to relax or feel better, candles really help.
💪 - Quick, name something you're proud of!
The fact that I've written epic fantasy novels and series. Like... none of my books were great, I'll be perfectly honest, and maybe they weren't even mediocre, haha, but I loved them, loved the characters, and just the fact that I can say I've written 800+ page fantasy novels and multi-book series is pretty damn cool. I will forever be proud of myself for accomplishing that, even if they weren't the best quality writing pieces. I'll also always have such deep affection for all the characters I've created, and to this day I go back and reread things occasionally and just smile because those are creations and memories that no one can ever take from me. =)
🍃 - If you had to pick a season for it to be all year long, what would you pick?
FALL!!! Eh-hem. Halloween, heh. Have I mentioned that it's near and dear to my heart? But also, I love falling colorful leaves, hot choccy, boots and leggings, oversized sweaters, pumpkin everything, oak and maple themes, and just all the earthy smells and natural symbols that surround me during Fall. I love all of it, it's my happy season.
🎨 - What is your favorite color combination?
Anything and black, heh. White and black, purple and black, blue and black, red and black... But I guess if I had to pick my favorite I'd say... purple and black.
❤️ - This isn't a question, I just wanted to say that I love seeing you on my dashboard!
AWWWWW! Thank you, luv. You're so sweet. =)
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2022.15.07:To whom it may concern
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The last one year has been alot of change and dreaming big.This is the staircase. Epitome of clarity.Alot of first times. Mistakes.Networks.Discovering myself.Art.Music.Empath.Attachments.Cringe moments.Tripping.Anxiety.New friends.Broken bonds.MentalHealth.Healing.Forgiving.Podcast.KibraInitiative.LLB.Advocacy.Leadership.Chevening.Church fahm.Spiritual journey. Family.Most of all is walking favour and grace.Heads up.
15THJULY JOURNAL ENTRY.
My first in uni.
You can already guess the demographic of the day events or atleast the normalcy in Nairobi.
"Heatwaves"by Glass animals should have lyriced ;late night in the middle of July.Okay nvm I've tried singing in my head and it is not working.Wak. so crippled .let me stick to my lane😂😂
22.00 pm Thursday
I am in this looong call for a moot discussion,I am so fatigued,and the team mates are just citing long ass cases I need to review and give feedback if I think they are relevant. (prosecutors)Its obvious my responses were just."yes,okay,yes,true ,I will give you guys feedback kind of thing etc etc".Next thing I am waking up to a laptop that I didn't shut down , a phone I didn't charge,a missed voice call from stephnny at 00.00 to be the first to say HBD.
6.30 am Friday
Woke up 21.((Should I feel the left boob to see if its actually an year older/bigger.JK😂😂)) It takes me some minutes to realize it's actually my birthday.And when it clicks,I smile then my thought process is scattered i.e(uhujehehjbscfgshhssjjeheb FT shshsvhwgehsshhs)with exclamation marks at the end.I get so lethargic and wish to stay in bed the whole day.(a birthday can also be a rest day I mean.)😅First things first adulting (ofc after keeping up with the streaks,bc the phone has been acting up,chile are you Caesar?!)yk how adulting likes to behave like the big boys.Not me calling the Gas guy to come and refill it.I have breakfast.
Before 7.30 am ,I have updated my social media timelines coupled with photos that I feel cute,bold,sexy and in my skin,I have wished 3 people happy birthday as well,by 10am they were four.😅😅.The three are friends I've known from middle school and highschool and now from church.JULY is legendary No cap.The rest of the day was a dead end buzzing phone with cute messages,reposts,mentions,some calls and likes❤❤Spent time replying to each.🤩
Did I mention the 30 min CAT I had that day from 12?Yes an unread one.I decide my birthday is not going to be a Cheerful Facade.So I intentionally dress up, twinned with the sun,a face beat,scent and confidence.(See attached doc😂)>>Curve supremacy:yikes))
1.00pm"happy birthday,is it really you,where have you dressed up for,you look nice,twende hivi,siukam twende,let's get drinks,ice cream etc etc😂😂"Oml I stayed in school till 5pm,as I was waiting for the delayed shoot for MUN that was scheduled for 1.pm.I'm with akina baraka as I tease him with the girl he says she's just a hommie as I remind him the day he posted her on her birthday saying "Happy birthday My love"😂😂😂stop playing us sirrr!!!
6.00 pm.I get home.The girl group is partly infuriated bc I overstayed in school and didn't leave immediately after.Okk didn't predict the delay.So I say we shall hangout tonight."Okay we're innit"😂😂
6.21.Im having a chit chat with a lady friend who I met in church in her shop.Good catch up.
"Kamum Happy birthday wow congratulations "Dad's happy voice
"Grace sasa umezeeka"bro😂😂(21 vs 16)
"Congratulations girl"mum(today morning)
In the house till 9.With siss,and friends.We dress up and yeey.A random vast Roadtrip in the offing,wine ,2 party stops/hopping,blast music,streets lights,laughs,blur photos,park and chill for most of the night.couldn't ask for more.>>>was lilly (check snaps).Back at 5.
To be continued.Next week I cut the cake.
Godwilling❤❤❤
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Of grace, inflation, cancer and getting thiccer.
I was browsing for a cake to buy for Father's Day the other day and thought to look for the rainbow cake from Secret Recipe that I'd spotted some weeks ago. I'd remembered its price to be RM71 per cake, but when I checked it out again last Sunday, the price has increased to RM74. This is just a tiny reflection of the overall price increase of late.
I was tempted to feel sorry for being alive in this particular day and age, but I had to remind myself that I still am very much privileged compared to others. I have a job and no dependents, except for my cat. Things are tough across the board for everyone, but it could've been tougher.
I was reminded again of the last time things were really hard for me. It was in early 2015, I had been unemployed for several months, just recently moved out of my family home to live on my own, and was fresh out of a five-year relationship. I was vulnerable, lonely and broke. To make matters worse, it was the year when the Malaysian Government introduced the GST. Everything became expensive almost overnight. When I did get a job, it paid significantly lesser.
Honestly, I didn't think that life was going to look up, but It did. God's grace caught me unawares and suddenly everything was enough. I struggled a lot at the time but somehow, the struggles did not overwhelm me. His promises were true, His grace indeed was enough, and indeed He did not abandon me.
He's brought me and my family out of the pandemic safely. We survived and we all have Him to thank for it. I'm sure He will get us through this current inflation. His grace will be enough.
Of singleness and cancer.
If you had told 21-year-old me that I was going to remain single well after my 38th birthday, she would've probably died from a panic attack. The problem with the younger me was that I used to have a self-esteem the size of a mustard seed. I didn't think I would amount to much. In fact, I didn't think that I was going to have a good career or be capable of being successful in anything at all. Therefore, I thought it would've been easier to aspire to be married to someone who would save me and provide for me.
These days, I've accepted singleness as my true lot and portion. It is what it is and this is probably what life would look like into my 50s. Recently, though, I had a little 'episode' after finding out that one of my colleagues, who was also single, had died of breast cancer. I also found out recently that local celebrity, Adibah Noor, too, had died of ovarian cancer. She was never married.
I asked God in my prayer that night if this could be the reason He's 'singled me out' -- so that when I get cancer and eventually pass away, nobody would have to mourn losing me, since I don't have a partner or children depending on me anyway.
Again, He reminded me that His grace is and will always be enough. If it can get me through unemployment, financial ruts and breakups, it will get me through cancer -- IF that is my lot and portion in life. I will echo Job in saying, "should we accept from God only good and not adversity?" (Job 2:10). I have only enjoyed good things thus far (and I hope being single is all the 'adversity' He has for me in this life!), but should there be more adversities to come; I know His grace will be enough.
Of growing thiccer.
I recently went back to the gym for the second round of my strength cycle. I was sore for the whole day on Monday, but looking at my training log, I realised that I'm now able to do 6x3 reps of 88kg back squat. This time last year, 88kg was my 1 rep max -- and I could barely squat it to parallel then.
I've gained (and maintained) 3kg since my first strength cycle, and most of my long pants couldn't get past my quads anymore, but I haven't had any problems with my knees since. In fact, I'm now able to squat heavy up to 80% of my 1RM without relying on knee sleeves as a safety blanket. I'm also able to do pistols, and wall balls and do block runs without pain.
Like many women, getting comfortable in one's body takes a lot of getting used to. Luckily, I'm starting to care less about what my body weighs and appreciate it more for what it can do. My relationship with food has also started to change for the better. Having carbs at night used to leave me feeling guilty, but I realised that I often feel and perform much better at the gym after a healthy carb-fueling the night before.
Best of all, I no longer feel like I need to compete with someone else and always be the person who works out more. Right now, four times a week feels like a sweet spot. I can still hit PRs and look good without feeling so sore and tired all the time. As I get older, I realise that I need to focus on longevity. I want to be able to do this well into my 50s and 60s. Therefore, the safer I train the better.
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