#so it's an egg drop soup kind of night

[scribblesandsherlock]

Mike Schmidt: Headcanons & Rant

•Was not tall enough to ride the big rides at the amusement park for most of his childhood. His mom used to tell him he wasn’t getting any taller because he didn’t eat all his food at dinner

•(Going off of one of Abby’s drawings on the wall) One time, Mike was hurrying to make breakfast and in his rush, accidentally dropped some eggs. And he had a mini-meltdown or something b/c for whatever reason, him dropping the eggs was funny enough for Abby to laugh at him and draw a picture about it

•(Going off another picture) When Abby gets sick, Mike will bring her soup in bed and it’s one of the things Abby appreciates the most. He is very nurturing with his sister, and his soft side comes out the most at times like these

•Mike doesn’t actually have anger issues. Everyone thinks he does b/c of what happened at the mall, but he’s actually very patient. (The mall was b/c of trauma, not anger) but even when Aunt Jane is screaming and slandering his name and threatening to take away Abby forever, he doesn’t let it bring him down to her level (and that is so admirable my gosh) The manager at Tire Zone was just a demanding jerk but no one listens to Mike b/c of his history

•Mike is very picky about who he dates. People would think he doesn’t get a lot of girls b/c of what happened but girls get crushes on him all the time. I mean, look at the girl at Dairy Freeze in the mall.

He is just very particular about the kind of girls he brings home. Since he’s raising his little sister, he wants to make sure he gives his heart to someone who would be a good role model for Abby, and wouldn’t mistreat her. At this time of his life, he’s not looking for a girlfriend anyway. Until my fanfics say so💀

•Mike has played Barbies before, and still will if Abby asks him to. And there are no witnesses. He has a “girl voice” he has to use or else Abby will scold him. (you know the meme)

•Mike has to drink a lot of caffeine. Coffee, soda, energy drinks. Using those pills of his often leave lasting effects throughout the rest of the day and the night shifts at Freddy’s only make things worse, so yeah. Mike needs caffeine and don’t we all? 😭

•(After Freddy’s)Before bed, Mike always has to double-check the locks on the door and the windows. It’s borderline OCD for him at this point, b/c if he doesn’t check, then he gets nagging thoughts of William coming in to attack them. Once he quits the pills, he’ll get up in the middle of the night to check the doors one more time.

•Mike still lets Abby sleep in his room when she gets scared or has a nightmare.

•When Abby does the kid thing of saying there’s a monster in her room, Mike is nervous for a half a second b/c…yeah. That’s not unusual in their lives. He’s half-worried when he checks her closet, imagining Foxy sticking his snout in the doors but is always relieved when there’s nothing there.

•Mike cannot sing to save his life. If he does, it’s when he’s in a really good mood and he’s trying to mess with Abby, b/c it’s a running joke how much she hates his singing.

#josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #mike schmidt fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf movie #mike and abby schmidt #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt headcanons #fnaf headcanons #fnaf theories #fnaf theory #totally canon

[lumosinlove]

Last minute decision to do @oknutzyweek2023 because FUN!! Decided to add a little twist.

So: O’Knutzy Week (Taylor’s Version)

Day One: Summer Vacation (all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing)

Two times Logan had a cold and was a BABY about it.

Harvard

There was a flood warning. The whole locker room’s phones blared to attention at once. Finn saw the coaches frowning. Someone flipped the news on. The roads were gone, frigid wind rising from the spray of cars passing through puddles that were as good as small lakes. Blurry red lights and reporters barely hanging onto their umbrellas, sleet stinging their eyes.

Finn caught Percy’s eye and could almost taste it in the wink Percy dropped him. There was no way they were making it to this game.

Max slapped him on the back, short light brown hair sticking up in every direction from his post-practice shower. “Looks like we won’t be line mates after all, Captain.”

Finn sent him a half-smile. “Hm? Oh, yeah, man. Another time.”

It wasn’t good. It wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t anything he was proud of, but the idea of going on a roadie without Logan had been enough to get Finn down for days. A strange ache huddled in his chest, confusing him until he remembered the sight of Logan, feverish and red-nosed in his bed. Max was great. They would have been great on a line together. He was fast and he kept bodies away from Finn. But Max wasn’t Logan.

“All right, boys, you called it,” Coach sighed, hanging up his phone. “Game’s off. Let’s all get home safe now. Keep a close eye on these roads, it’s a river out there.”

At least the guys had the good sense not to cheer, but Finn knew they were all glad for the break. Exams were coming up fast and called for late nights in the library. Finn was exhausted. The games had been hard. They’d been missing Logan on the ice more than any of them cared to admit. He filled gaps that Finn never even thought to look for.

And it wasn’t good. It wasn’t healthy. But Finn felt stretched thin, brittle and sullen, when Logan wasn’t near.

Among the rustle of guys packing up and leaving, Finn hid a small smile, shoved his earbuds in, and pressed call.

The five rings it took for Logan to answer felt like the distance laughing in Finn’s face.

“Hm,” came from the line.

“Did I wake you?” Finn asked.

“Non,” Logan rasped, but Finn could hear it in his voice. He looked down at the call-screen, brushing a thumb over Logan’s contact picture: Grinning, half rolling his eyes maybe. From one of the boys’ pre-season road trips. Finn could just see his bare shoulders, and maybe no one else knew, but Finn had memorized the way his body had looked that day. Golden and strong. Hidden curves of muscles that Finn had mapped out with his thumbs, that one time. Once.

“Finn?” Logan’s voice asked, accompanied by a harsh cough.

“Oh, sorry, hi.” Finn rubbed his eyes. “Hi, I’m here. Just calling to say game’s cancelled.”

“You’re coming home?”

Finn laughed softly. The hope in Logan’s voice was unmistakable. “You’re such a baby when you’re sick.”

“Bring me soup.” 

“I will, I will.”

Finn wished he could make Logan soup, the real kind that his dad got from the deli around the corner when he and Alex were sick. Slight crunch of carrots, soft celery, thick egg noodles, bayleaf and rosemary. He wanted Logan to be better.

Finn zipped up his backpack. “Can you get better already?”

All he got in return was a disgruntled scoff. “I’m trying.” Then, after a moment, “You miss me?”

Finn smiled. He didn’t care who saw. It was Logan’s voice in his ears and his ears alone. “You know it.”

“Yo,” Percy said when the door to OKN slammed behind them. They were all freezing, knuckles tucked under the straps of their backpacks. “You going to check on the gremlin?”

“Yeah,” Finn said. “Kitchen first though. Gotta heat up some chicken noodle.”

Percy snorted. “He knows the stairs still work the same, right?”

Finn dropped his bags and laughed. “Oh, he knows.”

He went to the cupboard and found the cans of chicken noodle he’d picked up. The sink was a mess but he scrubbed a pan clean then stood close to the hot burner while it boiled. The rain was turning to snow outside and he, honestly, couldn’t remember the last time he’d been actually warm. He held his palms over the soup, beginning to bubble, and tried to rub some of the rawness out of his knuckles. He put it in a mug, easier for Logan to hold. Silver, Percy’s dog, came in and sniffed at his ankles, whining until Finn fished a piece of carrot out with the spoon and gave it to her.

How long did this storm give him to relax? A day or two. He still had to finish his Romanticism paper. He needed that book from Kelsey in his theory class. Logan’s soup was getting cold, Logan was sick, Logan was falling behind on his reading and there was only so much Finn could do to help. Logan, maybe, would let Finn spoon up against his back again while he shivered through his fever.

When he opened Logan’s door, he was hit with—well, the only word Finn’s brain supplied was summer. Logan had the heat in his room high, blankets wrapped tight around his shoulders. He was a half-visible lump in the bed, the darkness as good as humidity.

“Jesus,” Finn said as warmth began to seep back into his fingers. “Lo?”

No reply. Finn shut the door softly, then sat on the edge of Logan’s bed, setting the soup down. He put a hand on Logan’s back.

“Got your soup, baby,” he said—and then snapped his mouth shut. He’d meant it as—no, he’d meant—He’d meant here’s your soup. You big baby. But he hadn’t—had he? Baby. I just want to take care of you, and read all of your books to you and I want you to feel better, I miss you, I don’t know how to play without you—

Slowly, Logan rolled onto his back and blinked up at him. Finn stared back and had no idea if he’d heard or not. Baby.

“Raining?” Logan asked.

“Snow,” Finn said. He tapped a fingernail on the mug, making a soft clinking sound. “Soup.”

“We have to study.” Logan groaned and turned into his pillow before pushing himself up on one elbow. His hair was a mess. Needed a wash, too. When the blankets fell down, Finn swore he felt another wave of heat roll off of Logan’s bare chest and sink into his very bones.

“Don’t worry about that now,” Finn said. “Little vacation first, maybe.”

After a moment, one green eye peaked out at him. “Vacation?”

“Feels like the Bahamas in here, that’s good enough for me.”

Logan groaned. “I feel like the Bahamas.”

“So you are feeling better.”

“Non, ugh.”

Finn laughed, but at the frown that settled between Logan’s eyebrows, he quieted. It was a small risk, but he didn’t think Logan would call him on it—He pushed Logan’s sweaty hair off of his forehead. “I know, Lo. I’m sorry.”

Logan closed his eyes. “Oh, your hand is so cold.”

“Oh, sorry.” Finn made to pull back, but Logan gripped his wrist and kept him there.

“Non. Non, it feels good.” Logan dragged Finn’s hand to his cheek and let out a breath. “Fuck.”

Finn could only watched, lips parted, as Logan pressed Finn’s hands against his own neck, his chest, his forehead and cheeks. Finn didn’t dare move on his own. He let Logan put him where he wanted.

After what felt like an hour of Finn holding his breath and trying not to enjoy this too much, Logan let him go and sat up for his mug. He made a face that was something between relieved and dissatisfied.

“This soup is terrible.” He gave a shiver and sank back down into his blankets.

“I know,” Finn said, still caught on the soft roll of the R in Logan’s mouth. His lips were red, chapped. His eyes were vividly green against his fever-bright cheeks.

“What can I do?” Finn said softly. He needed to do something.

Logan looked at him for a long moment. Finn wanted him to say get in. Pull those heated, Logan-filled blankets back for him and let Finn sink into his favorite universe. The one where they might be each other’s.

“Nothing,” Logan whispered.

Nothing. That word out of Logan’s mouth could send him any which way. What could Finn do? Nothing. Nothing is what this seemed, sometimes. But it was everything. Finn was hopelessly trying, pushing and pushing himself to keep up with Logan. To try and figure out what Logan wanted from him. What more could he do?

Logan reached out and grabbed Finn’s hand again, bringing it back to his forehead. It startled a small laugh out of Finn.

“I’m glad you’re home,” Logan said. “D’accord?”

Finn sighed, but nodded. “Okay.”

Present Day

“My poor baby,” Finn said, trying to hide his laugh as he pushed the hair off of Logan’s clammy forehead. “Poor baby boy.”

Logan just tucked his nose up against Finn’s neck and grabbed at his hand until Finn was holding him even tighter around his waist, rubbing cool fingers up and down his spine.

“You are such,” Leo said from the doorway, where he had appeared with a tray of soup and ginger beer. “a baby when you’re sick.”

“Non.”

“Yon,” Finn said. “Always have been.”

Leo set the tray down on the other side of the bed and picked up the mug. He propped himself up against the headboards and Logan, slowly, rolled over and into his arms instead. Leo wrapped his arm around Logan’s shoulders so he could still reach the spoon. “Am I feeding you, is that what’s happening?”

“Yep,” Finn said. “Looks like it.”

Leo just shook his head, but let Logan lean up for a spoonful of broth.

“Merde,” Logan swallowed, his cheek smushing back against Leo’s t-shirt. “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.”

Finn met Leo’s eyes to catch his grin. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

Logan accepted a few more spoonfuls before sitting up himself and taking more eager sips. His eyes flashed disgruntled. “I just want to get better.” He looked wistfully out the window. “It’s summer, we’re supposed to be on vacation.”

“Hey,” Finn held up a hand. “What more would I rather be doing on my vacation that stay holed up with you two?” 

“Same,” Leo said. “Lo, you’ll feel so much better in a few days.”

“I know but…Yeah. I know. Just ugh.” He took another long sip. “This soup is really the best thing I’ve ever had.”

Leo laughed. “I’ll get you some more.”

Finn watched Logan’s eyes follow Leo out through the doorway. He had that same feverish flush to his cheeks. Glassy green eyes, red nose.

“Remember the snow storm?” Logan asked suddenly.

Finn nodded. “Mhm.”

“Me too,” Logan said.

When they smiled at each other, it wasn’t all that sad.

“What do you need, baby?” Finn asked, rubbing a hand over his bare chest. “What can I do?”

“Be here,” Logan said. He pressed a kiss to Finn’s neck. “I need you two.” He smiled, eyes darting towards the kitchen. “Do you need anything?”

Finn shook his head, watching as Logan brought up his hand to cradle against his own cheek. “Just you two.”

After Logan fell asleep again, Finn found Leo in the kitchen, humming softly to himself. He was stirring the big pot on the stove and Finn settled his hands on his hips.

“Smells so good, Le.”

“You want some, too?” Leo asked, holding the spoon up for Finn to taste. “Need anything?”

Finn accepted it gratefully, but he turned his head and kissed the corner of Leo’s mouth. “No, nothing.” Nothing. It was the fullest word he’d ever used. “Just you humming in the kitchen.”

#o'knutzyweek2023 #o'knutzy #Logan Tremblay #Leo Knut #Finn O'Hara #finnlo #lelo #sunfish

[wizzard890]

Hey guys I invented a soup to use up all the leftovers in my fridge last night, and it turned out insanely, blisteringly good, so I’m gonna call it Emily’s Vaguely Thai-Inspired “Oops Everything Is About To Go Bad” Soup, and tell you how to make it.

INGREDIENTS (note: don’t be precious about the amounts, adjust as needed, I’m not your mom. you’re an artist and the heavy-bottomed dutch oven is your canvas)

three cups of any hearty mushroom, sliced (I used white and baby bella)

a stalk of lemongrass, bashed to reveal the tender insides and cut in two inch lengths

five large carrots, diced in rounds

one knob of ginger, around the size of your thumb, minced

three garlic cloves, minced

one red thai chili, diced

one large yellow onion, diced

fresh cilantro

3 cups veggie stock 

3 cups chicken stock 

(you can use better than bullion in water for either of these in a pinch, and if you want to bulk up the veggie stock, add all the trash bits of the onions and garlic and carrots and ginger and the tough outer leaves of the lemongrass with some peppercorns and star anise and let that puppy simmer for like ten minutes before straining.)

two giant handfuls of any sturdy leafy green, like bok choi, kale, or spinach

three eggs

one lime

fish sauce

coconut or brown sugar

frozen dumplings of any kind

gochujang paste

INSTRUCTIONS

add a few tablespoons of neutral oil to a large soup pot over medium heat

once the oil is shining, add the garlic, thai chili and ginger and sauté until fragrant

add the lemongrass and the onions, and continue to sauté until the onions are soft and translucent

in go the carrots, the zest of one lime, and three heaping tablespoons of your gochujang, stir stir stir until everything is tender and the paste has worked its way into all the nooks and crannies. 

pour in the strained veggie stock, bring to a boil, then down to a simmer. cover, and continue to simmer for ten minutes.

remove the lid, stir the reduced broth, and add your mushrooms and your chicken stock. make sure it’s all well combined. 

we’re going to start adjusting the flavor now: add two tablespoons of fish sauce, and a tablespoon of coconut sugar (brown will do if that’s what you have).

cover and simmer for another 10 minutes.

add more gochujang plus the juice from your naked lime and chopped cilantro to taste.

now you add your frozen dumplings and your greens and just keep an eye on them until they cook through. 

meanwhile, break the eggs into a bowl and scramble them with a fork. pour them into the soup in an even, unbroken stream while you stir. this will give you those pretty egg-drop ribbons.

serve in deep bowls and garnish with more cilantro and lime juice.

NOTES: like I said above, nearly everything in this recipe can be substituted, save for the aromatics, and if you’re a vegetarian you can just double the amount of veggie stock, instead of adding chicken stock. 

#honestly this was so fucking good I'm still reeling #no one who cooks cooks alone

[buffetlicious]

The lazy Susan was quickly filled with dishes as we continued with our reunion dinner. The Prawn Paste Chicken (虾酱鸡) featured plump and juicy mid-wings coated in a batter of fermented shrimp paste. Also known as Har Cheong Gai, it is crispy with an umami aftertaste and a hit with young and old.

The stir-fried French Bean with Dried Shrimp (虾米四季豆) might look deceptively plain but plain and simple it is not! The string beans or green beans is flash-fried with minced hae bee (dried shrimps) to absorb the wok hei (wok thermal radiation or breath of the wok) yet maintained the crunchy texture and aroma of the sea (dried shrimp). This dish was one of the highlights of the dinner.

My nephew asked for this Fried Rice with Chicken (鸡丁炒饭) as he preferred it over the steamed white rice the rest of us are having. The Yam Ring (佛钵飘香) featured a ring of deep-fried mashed yam (taro) and filled with sautéed seafood such as prawn, squid and also various vegetables. Normally one would also find cashew nuts in it, but I didn’t notice any this time. Plating is done haphazardly as the chef just poured everything into the yam ring. If I will to do it, I would place the vegetables at the bottom and present the seafood on top with a sprinkle of crunchy cashew nuts over it. Anyway, dish is passable but not fantastic in taste and an “F” for presentation.

Popeye’s power booster canned vegetable is reimagined into Spinach with Trio Eggs (三皇苋菜). To enhance the power, three kinds of egg are used – normal chicken egg, preserved century egg and salted duck egg. Finally, the eyes is also protected with goji berry or wolfberry added into the thick soup. With all the above ingredients used, how can a vegetable soup like this not be good for you?

Fish Maw & Crab Meat Soup (蟹肉鱼鳔羮) is the most expensive dish of the night at S$45 (large portion) due to the two premium ingredients. The thickened soup is chocked with the spongy fish maw, succulent crab meat and I also detected mushrooms in there. Before eating, drizzle a few drops of the black vinegar and add a dash of white pepper.

The Emperor Chicken (皇帝鸡) is also known as herbal chicken. In the olden days, the emperor’s diet was strictly prescribed and monitored by physicians, because it was important for the emperor to be in excellent health in order to focus on governing the Kingdom. This was one of the healthy dishes the emperor ate! The chicken is wrapped in the waxed paper and aluminum foil then steamed for a few hours until the meat is tender and the flavours of the herbs is infused into the chicken.

The last dish to be served is the Poached Prawns (白灼虾). If the ingredients are fresh, you just need minimum condiments and simple cooking style to bring out the best in taste. So here the prawns are boiled in basically water, ginger and scallion for a couple of minutes at most. Chinese cooking wine is then drizzled into the broth to enhance the overall flavours.

For this reunion meal, we spent S$331.76 for the dishes, steamed rice and drinks including 10% service charge. I can foresee the next year we will be back here for our dinner again. After all the food is good and the place is nearby our houses.

#Lai Huat Signatures #来發 #Tze Char #煮炒 #Reunion Dinner #年夜饭 #团圆饭 #团年饭 #2024 #Chinese New Year #春节 #Lunar New Year #农历新年 #Prawn Paste Chicken #虾酱鸡 #French Bean #Dried Shrimp #虾米四季豆 #Yam Ring #佛钵飘香 #Spinach with Trio Eggs #三皇苋菜 #Fish Maw #鱼鳔 #Crab Meat #蟹肉鱼鳔羮 #Emperor Chicken #Prawn #Food #Buffetlicious

[apuckishwit]

Steddie, “You’ll look so pretty in this, sweetheart.” *coughs awkwardly* You can make it dark if you want.

Ummmm...okay, let me preface this by saying you DID ask for dark.

Warning for Kas!Eddie, captivity, and a little bit of light torture. Ummm. Yeah. Love you!

“Honey, I’m home!” Eddie sings out, snickering to himself as he always does. He doesn’t care what Steve thinks, that’s never not going to be hilarious. He carefully balances the grocery bags in his arms as he toes off his boots by the front door. Radagast comes bounding into the foyer at the sound of his voice, and he manages to maneuver both bags into one arm so he can lean down and pat his head. Radagast nips at his fingers playfully bounding back and forth between Eddie and the entrance to the living room. “Stevie?” he calls.

“Yeah, in here,” Steve calls back, his voice thick with sleep. Eddie glances at the big grandfather clock that sits in the foyer, frowning to himself. It’s a bit late for an afternoon nap…he hopes his boy isn’t feeling sick.

He moves through to the kitchen, setting the bags down on the island, Mithrandir now trotting in from the living room to greet him as well. He bends down to give Mith a good, thorough scratching, laughing when he immediately rolls over to give Eddie access to his belly. “Who’s a good boy? Have you been taking care of Mommy for me today? Yeah? Yeah?”

“How many times do I have to tell you, stop calling me that thing’s mother,” Steve says from behind him. He turns to find his boy leaning tiredly against the kitchen doorway, Radagast hovering at his side. He’s wrapped in the quilt from their bed, still in the clothes he slept in last night.

“Aw, but they love you so much, baby!” Eddie says, springing up to stride forward and gather Steve into his arms. His boy goes willingly, resting his head on Eddie’s shoulder and turning his face up slightly so Eddie can pepper him with kisses. He’s pale, even in the less-than-stellar light from the camping lanterns they have set up on the counters, bruise dark shadows under his eyes despite having obviously slept most of the day away. “Are you feeling okay?” Eddie asks, planting a gentle kiss on Steve’s forehead. His skin is warm under Eddie’s lips, but that’s not really unusual.

“Just tired,” Steve mumbles, resting more of his weight on Eddie as Eddie tsks softly, sways him back and forth a bit.

“What did you eat today? Did you drink any of the water bottles?”

There was a time when Steve would have bristled at being questioned like a child who can’t be trusted not to trade the contents of their lunchbox for cookies and chips in the cafeteria, but now he just sighs and nods. Finally understanding that Eddie just wants to take care of him. Finally accepting that care. It’s a heady thing, especially given the amount of work it’s taken to get to that point. “Had the last of the powdered eggs for breakfast. Peanut butter sandwich for lunch. And yes, I drank two of the water bottles.”

Eddie nods along, kisses the corner of Steve’s mouth when he falls silent again. He wishes Steve would eat more—Eddie worries about his protein and iron levels—but it’s hard to work up an appetite for the kind of rations that are available in and around Hawkins, now. A mischievous smile worms its way across Eddie’s mouth—hopefully his surprise will perk his baby up a little.

“Hey guess what?” he asks, letting go of Steve’s waist. Steve straightens immediately, leaning back against the doorway.

“What?” he asks, his voice turning wary when he catches sight of Eddie’s expression. Eddie bounces on his toes a little.

“There was a new supply drop in the camp right outside the west gate. Not a whole lot of variety, but I got you some chicken soup, a neat little water filter, whole bunch of MRE’s…I know they suck, but at least they store easy. Annnnnd…” With a flourish, he pulls a small package clumsily wrapped in a newspaper comics page. “Happy six months!”

Steve swallows, staring at the package. “Has it been six months already?” he asks softly.

“Hard to believe, huh?”

“I, uh, I don’t have anything for you…” Steve trails off, a little helplessly, and Eddie tsks again. He reaches up to run his fingers through Steve’s hair, cupping his cheek and leaning forward to kiss him soundly.

“You stayed with me. You don’t have to give me presents, baby. You’re here.” Steve swallows again and gives a jerky nod. Eddie runs his thumb over his boy’s lips before bouncing back to the grocery bags to start unloading his bounty. “Soup okay for dinner? Or do you want to try—” he grabs one of the shiny silver packets of military food, “refried bean burritos?”

“Soup’s…soup’s fine,” Steve says, shuffling over to the island and slumping down onto one of the stools. Poor thing, he really must not be feeling well. Well, hopefully he’ll have a little more energy soon.

Eddie fishes a can opener out of one of the many, many drawers (seriously, who needs a kitchen this big? It blows his mind sometimes, thinking of his boy just rattling around in this big house all by himself for so long) and makes quick work of opening a couple cans of soup. There hasn’t been electricity in Hawkins for months, but Eddie had scrounged up a propane camp stove to just rest on the stovetop. He hums to himself as he heats the soup, moving between the stove and the island to skate his hand down Steve’s back, lift his hand to place a soft kiss on the scabbed-over wounds on the inside of his wrist, draw his boy close and just breathe in the scent of him at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

When the soup is hot, he ladles some into a bowl and sets it down in front of his boy with another flourish. “Eat up!” He sinks down onto the stool beside Steve as he starts slowly eating, twining his fingers into the hair at the back of Steve’s neck and just playing with it, content to bask in his boy’s presence for a little while.

Steve’s eyes never leave the newspaper-wrapped package on the island. Curious, Eddie follows his gaze, and sighs when he realizes there’s a spray of blood spatters on the paper that he missed. “Ah, shit. Sorry, sweetheart.”

Steve is silent for a few minutes, just mechanically eating his soup. Finally, though, a small shudder wracks through him. “Did you kill them?” he asks dully. “The soldiers that were making the supply drop?”

Eddie lets his hand span the back of Steve’s neck, his claws coming to rest on the delicate skin just under his ear. He chuckles, leaning over to rest his chin on Steve’s shoulder. “Of course I did, sweetness! It took me and the demogorgons two days to clear out that camp—can’t have them setting operations back up. And hey! Now I won’t have to go foraging for supplies for you for a while.” He tightens his hand in Steve’s hair, pulling his head back so that he can nuzzle at his throat, his tongue flicking out over a pair of the barely-healed puncture wounds that litter his boy’s throat. Steve shakes under his hands, and when Eddie lifts his head, his boy is biting his lips, a sheen of tears in his beautiful, beautiful eyes.

“Hey, hey now, none of that. I’m keeping my promise, sweetheart. None of the kids were with them. I haven’t even seen any of group since you agreed to come stay with me.”

That’s not entirely the truth. He’s run into Nancy Wheeler, Buckley, and Jonathan Byers several times since the confrontation where Henry had Eddie reveal himself and his new…upgrades. The confrontation that had almost cost Dustin and Lucas their lives, the confrontation where Eddie had had the fucking brilliant idea of offering his baby a trade. Safe passage to retreat for their woefully underprepared group in exchange for Steve returning to the heart of Hawkins with Eddie. Staying with him.

Giving himself to him.

But he truly hasn’t had any run-ins with the kids. And Steve doesn’t need to know about the times he’s skirmished with Nancy and Robin, the way they scream at him, demanding to know what he’s done with Steve, where he is, if he’s safe. He’s not a fool. He doesn’t need to give Steve anymore reasons to hope. To try and find a way to escape. To try and leave him.

Bad enough Eddie keeps having to drink his boy to the point of unconsciousness so frequently, keep him drained and too weak to really mount an escape attempt. Bad enough he has to leave Radagast and Mithrandir with Steve every time he has to go out on Henry’s orders, leaving the demodogs with strict instructions not to let Steve leave the house. He’s pretty sure Steve thinks all his friends have given him up for dead. If he knew how hard they’re still searching for him, how many rescue missions they’ve mounted into the Upside Down (and honestly? He’s a little disappointed that Henderson hasn’t figured out he’s hiding Steve right under their noses…wasn’t the little shit paying attention to any of Eddie’s campaigns? He should know how Eddie thinks!)…well. Eddie loves how damn stubborn his boy is—but he doesn’t want that stubbornness turned on him. Not when every day seems to bring him a little closer to Steve just breaking down and accepting that he belongs with Eddie, now. To Eddie.

Steve has finished most of the soup when he finally pushes the bowl away and just sits there, waiting for whatever Eddie will do next. Eddie smiles as he pushes the blanket off Steve’s shoulders, letting it fall to the floor and puddle around the legs of the stool. His boy is dressed in just one of Eddie’s own band t-shirts and a pair of boxers, not having bothered to get dressed today. Not that it matters. Eddie loves the sight of his boy dressed in his clothes, surrounded by his scent. He reaches across the island and grabs the bloodstained present, handing it to Steve.

“You’ll look so pretty in this, sweetheart,” he whispers, watching with barely-restrained excitement as Steve plucks and pulls at the newspaper, trying to avoid touching the bloodstains at all.

When the paper falls away, he feels Steve stiffen beside him, hears a sharp, indrawn breath. He indulges himself a little, pretends it’s excitement and not horror that’s stealing his baby’s breath, causing the fine tremor that runs through his fingers. One day. One day. Once he’s helped Henry achieve his goals, and their enemies have been wiped off the map. Once Steve has no reason to cling to his love for his friends, no reason to fight Eddie anymore.

The collar isn’t as elegant as someone like Steve deserves. Not as fine or supple as Eddie would have chosen. But the leather is thick and sturdy and the locking mechanism is tamper-proof unless you have the key. There’s soft padding on the inside, extra covering over two metal prongs that will sit just at the base of his boy’s skull when it’s wrapped snug around his throat. It’s meant to be worn long-term.

It was meant for Eddie.

“We’ll get you a better one when this is all over, sweetness,” he says, plucking the collar from Steve’s frozen hands and running his fingers along it as he stands to move behind his boy. “But anything will look beautiful on you.” He goes to slip the collar around his boy’s neck and now Steve moves, starts to throw himself off of the stool, starts to cry out. In a flash, the collar is lying on the island and Eddie’s hand is wrapped around his boy’s throat, claws digging into the vulnerable flesh there. “Don’t,” Eddie growls, his voice more animal than human. He knows his eyes are glowing red, can feel his fangs lengthening in his mouth.

“Eddie,” Steve whispers, his hands tightening on the edge of the island. “Eds, please…”

“Shhh. Don’t fight me, baby. You know what happens when you try to fight me.”

He can feel Steve clench his teeth so tightly his jaw creaks, but his boy doesn’t move again when Eddie picks up the collar, winds it around his throat. There’s a soft sound of despair when Eddie clicks the lock into place, running his finger along the edges to make sure it’s snug, but not too tight.

He doesn’t know how the soldiers that had this in their possession thought they were going to get it on him, but they’d clearly had high hopes for using it to subdue him. Maybe someone on the other side still thinks they can “cure” him of Henry’s changes. Maybe they just wanted to be able to control him. Whatever the reasoning behind it, it’s Eddie’s now. And it’s definitely going to make things easier. For both him and his boy.

He fishes in his pocket for the little device that the collar was packaged with. He left the box with the sensors out on the front porch, not wanting to give Steve a chance to see it before he was ready. He’ll get them set up around the perimeter of the house tonight, after his boy is asleep. Then he won’t have to worry about leaving Steve with the demodogs, won’t have to worry about someone figuring out where they’re staying and coming to try and steal his boy away from him in the night. They won’t be able to. Not without hurting Steve.

“How’s that, baby? Comfortable?” He sits silently, waiting Steve out until he finally gives a short, hopeless nod. “Good. Now, I have to make sure everything works right, okay? Nothing to worry about.” He takes one of Steve’s hands and brings it to his mouth, nuzzling the palm before he kisses the back of his knuckles. “Just a little bit of pain, okay? I promise, I’ll make it up to you. But I want you to know what’ll happen if you try and leave now.”

Steve has time to shoot him a confused look of trepidation, and then Eddie presses the button on the little remote. Steve screams, the shock of electricity racing through his body. His muscles all lock up before he goes completely limp, only Eddie’s inhuman reflexes keeping him from crashing to the floor.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay, you’re all right. I’m so sorry, baby, but it’s over now. You’re safe, you’re all right.” He gathers his boy close, stroking a soothing hand through his hair as he twitches in Eddie’s arms, his breath coming in rapid pants. Eddie hums quietly, scooping his boy up into his arms and standing. “Don’t worry, pretty, I won’t do that again. I’ll show you where you’re allowed to go now, tomorrow. Okay? As long as you stay in the boundaries, you won’t ever have to worry about it.” He carries his boy up toward their bedroom, murmuring soothing nonsense as he goes, Mithrandir and Radagast trotting along obediently behind him. Steve’s head rests gently on his shoulder, and his boy turns to press his face into Eddie’s shirt as Eddie trots up the stairs. The fabric is wet by the time he reaches their room.

#steddie #kas!eddie #Eddie munson #steve harrington #fic prompt #dark fic prompt #my writing #stranger things #stranger things fic #cw: captivity

[rgr-pop]

last night i made ginger carrot mushroom dumplings with dumpling sauce, sour spicy cold noodles, tomato egg drop soup with tofu and some carrot slaw as well as the BA (archived, no clicks) french yogurt cake. everybody got seconds of everything 🥰

dumplings: i don’t think i’ll bother making the dough from scratch again, made it kind of ugly, but batched dumplings is a totally perfect meal for me to prep and it may become my signature. i am always looking for the best stuff i can mostly prep ahead to lower day-of hosting stress, which this menu achieved really well. as for the filling, i improvised the mushroom sub for meat and it was fine but i would have preferred tofu. the finely grated carrot was amazing and i can’t wait to put that in other kinds of dumplings (ravioli, pierogi, DONUTS??)

dumpling sauce: black vinegar for a dumpling is probably close to my favorite thing to eat on earth but i’m still calibrating my favorite way to do it. i hewed pretty close to the CJ eats but ended up adding twice the vinegar to my own (and it was too salty for me). i made a jar of this then put out all the condiments and gave everyone dishes to mix up what they wanted and this worked great.

noodles: i did woks of life exactly for this, with the spaghetti. i’d prefer more heat and a black vinegar instead, but i will eat this all the time forever. currently having leftovers for lunch. if you come to my holidays look forward to cold spaghetti forever!

soup: i’ve really been trying to learn more soups that start from something other than onions, and i love chinese cooking for that, but it can sometimes be hard to cook meatless. i love how fast chinese soups can come together without meat, and i love the approach of adding a little liquid to a liquid to build a broth—can be very different from euro canon and has helped me learn better instincts. i talked to a vietnamese friend and she suggested getting into rice porridges for guests, great idea. my thing is i always want a vegetarian soup for everybody, and i think vegetarians get fed the same flavor profiles over and over again, and i really love tofu and want to treat veg eaters to really good preparations of tofu grounded in where tofu comes from, which happens to also be my favorite cuisine. so i have to get good at it! but this soup was Not Good to me until i put that egg in and some sesame oil on top. truly trust the process i guess!

i had thought about frying tofu for this meal but it would have been too much. i think with the dipping sauce setup i would have preferred to have two types of things to dip though.

carrot slaw was a last minute addition because i didn’t think i had enough food and it wasn’t as good as it is when i pickle it. the carrots this month have been truly divine.

cake: this was good and easy but probably missing the effortlessness of the french yogurt cake. would like to try again with french instead of greek yogurt (what i had). what is it about BA that they’re like what if you made a cake that tasted like oil? my house SMELLED like CANOLA OIL and i found it offputting. they’re gonna have us doing vegetable oil drizzles on ice cream in june i swear to god

#food

[itsuki-minamy]

K - ONE YEAR LATER

CHAPTER 9: SEE YOU AGAIN (BY RAIRAKU REI)

* List of Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

A year has passed since then.

"I'm here~..."

Sukuna Gojo moaned from the pain in his knee.

After daily sword practice with Mishakuji, that kind of pain would appear at night. While he was crouching on the floor and rubbing his knees, Mishakuji came out of the bathroom and laughed.

"Oh, Sukuna-chan. You look bad."

"You look bad! You look bad!"

From the top of the perch set up in the room, Kotosaka agreed with Mishakuji and sneered at Sukuna.

"Shut up."

He was used to injuries like bruises, but he didn't like the pain in his joints. Mishakuji said as he slid a lotion-soaked cotton pad over his cheek.

"Growing pains, right? It's easy to over exercise when you're growing up. Did you stretch correctly?"

"......"

"Even though you are active in practice, why are you skipping it? Cooling down is important maintenance for your body."

Sukuna reluctantly started to stretch after hearing that with an exasperated face. It was too late for a post-exercise cool-down, but he felt that slowly stretching his body eased the pain a bit.

"Hurry up and take a shower after you're done stretching. The one who should make dinner today is Sukuna-chan."

"I know."

After swinging his sword out with all his might, Sukuna was covered in sweat and dust. Mishakuji wouldn't let him walk into the kitchen looking like that, and even Sukuna felt uncomfortable.

As he was about to go to the bathroom after finishing his stretches, Mishakuji called out, "Sukuna-chan.".

"What?"

Looking back, Mishakuji stood next to Sukuna and smiled amusedly.

"As expected, you have grown."

"Eh... Yes?"

Mishakuji looked at Sukuna and he was as tall as ever. But when they told him that, just a little... he felt that Mishakuji's face and his eyes were getting closer than before.

He didn't care if he told him that he was growing. Though Sukuna replied curtly, "Maybe so.", and he triumphantly headed to the bathroom.

In the time of "Jungle", Sukuna had a way of fighting that was based on the great powers that Nagare had given him.

He fought by freely manipulating a scythe that was taller than his body, equipped with a blade made of powerful green lightning, with his supernaturally strengthened physical abilities.

Of course, he could still fight the same way he did then. The power that he received from Nagare has not yet disappeared from inside Sukuna.

However, he had no guarantee that the power would continue since the "Slate" was destroyed.

That's why Sukuna asked Mishakuji to teach him how to use the sword.

Mishakuji's strength does not depend solely on his supernatural powers. He is rooted in a trained body and mind, and polished technique.

Sukuna wanted something that could be called his own power, so that even if the time came for his super power to disappear, he wouldn't go back to being a helpless child.

After taking a shower, Sukuna stood in the kitchen after properly drying his hair with a blow dryer since Mishakuji was noisy.

He boiled water in a pot, added the onions and broth, and while it simmered, he chopped the green onions, ham and carrots. Iwa-san always wanted to add green peppers, but he didn't like them, so he skipped them (well, if Mishakuji had green peppers when it was his turn to cook, he would have eaten them). Carrots, he also cut into large pieces for Kotosaka and set aside.

He placed a beaten egg in the pot of bouillon soup and finished the egg drop soup first.

He made scrambled eggs by dropping two egg mixtures sprinkled with salt and pepper into a hot skillet and putting them on a plate. He put the carrots in the pan, starting with the hard-to-cook carrots to stir-fry, then add the rice to stir-fry. The smell of sesame oil and ingredients filled the room, making Sukuna's stomach growl. He also added green onions and ham, returned the scrambled egg to the pan, and drizzled it with soy sauce. Fried rice can be made quickly, and if he adds vegetables to it, even Mishakuji, who is picky about nutritional balance, won't complain, so it has become a Sukuna staple. No matter what, he couldn't reach the taste that Iwa-san did.

"I did it."

He arranged a bowl of fried rice for two and a bowl of egg drop soup on a small table, and served Kotosaka a bowl of chopped carrots, apples, and walnuts.

"Itadakimasu!"

When he clasped his hands together, Kotosaka also yelled, "Itadakimasu!"

"Sukuna-chan, you're also getting used to cooking. At first it was terrible."

Mishakuji said after taking a bite of the fried rice. It was apparently a passing grade.

"I've never done it before, so it's not good."

Sukuna was the only son of a prestigious family. Since the end of the war, most of the family members have held important government posts, and his father was also a high-ranking government official. In such a house, his mother wanted to control everything over Sukuna, brandishing her distorted love.

Of course, they had never made him cook. Sukuna only ate food made by chefs that his mother approved of, and he was not allowed to eat food made by amateurs.

He wondered what she would think if she knew that Sukuna was eating the fried rice that he made himself.

When he was at his parents' house, he ate food cooked by the chef, after leaving home, he ate what he bought at a convenience store, and after becoming a J-Rank in "Jungle" and entering that secret base, he ate Iwafune's home cooking every day. Now when Sukuna prepares meals, Iwafune's kitchen is ideal. It's not because it's easier to imitate than chef's cooking.

That was because the food that Iwafune made was the most delicious that Sukuna had ever tasted, and it was what he believed was necessary to live.

"If it's something like this, I should have asked Iwa-san how to make food properly."

The fried rice made by Iwafune didn't seem to have been made with anything special, but it had an uncanny depth and was really delicious. Even if he got used to cooking, the taste of Iwafune would be far away.

"Yes. But doing trial and error on your own without knowing the answer is a good experience."

Mishakuji said that with a cold face and changed the topic to "Now that I think about it...".

"You're thinking of leaving this town soon, aren't you?"

"Ah. Where do we go next?"

"I'm going back to the center."

Mishakuji, Sukuna, and Kotosaka have been moving from one place to another ever since they lost the secret base where they spent time with Nagare and the others. Sometimes they would wander for days, and sometimes they would rent an apartment by the month and settle for a while, like this time.

"Ok, but aren't we just wanted people?"

Both Mishakuji and Sukuna are the core of the criminal group that wreaked havoc on the world a year ago. They had no intention of getting caught, but it was quite a bold move to head back to the center of the city where it would be easy to see "Scepter 4" and "Tokijikuin".

"You know, Sukuna-chan. It seems that the "Blue King" is on a trip now."

"Really? They must be fucking busy, what are they doing?"

Due to the release of the "Slate" made by Nagare, people all over the world became supernatural beings. Most of them lost their strength due to the destruction of the "Slate", but there were surprisingly many who retained their supernatural powers. Even if the "Sword of Damocles" disappeared, the responsibility of the "Blue King" would not decrease and should have increased.

"So, are you going to prepare something in the absence of the "Blue King"?"

Remembering the excitement from when Nagare was near, Sukuna instinctively leaned forward, but Mishakuji smiled wryly.

"Idiot. No, I'm just going to see how things go."

Mishakuji narrowed his eyes and looked out the window.

"A year has passed since that incident, and I feel like the shape of the world has changed a bit."

"Shape of the world?"

"Yes. The consciousness of the people who shape this world must have changed. Nagare-chan's plan was defeated, but at least the people are different from when they knew nothing. I felt the "possibility" within me, though just off for a moment. There are many people who still have the light of "possibility" in them."

Sukuna looked at Mishakuji with wide eyes.

"The area where the influence remains strongest is, of course, the area around the city center where the "Slate" was located."

Sukuna had never thought of it that way. Nagare lost, and thought it was all over.

Memories of the time spent with Nagare and the others surfaced, and Sukuna grabbed a spoon and said, "Ok, let's go back.".

Kotosaka also spread her wings in unison and yelled: "Kuwah!".

The new residence was decided near the old Yomido Gate.

The gigantic door that was just above the secret base of "Jungle" had already been buried, but the fact that it was the center of the turmoil left a trace, and despite being in the center of the city, the price of the earth was falling.

Mishakuji and Sukuna rented a small apartment with Kotosaka and started living there.

Life didn't change much. Sukuna had Mishakuji teach him swordsmanship, sometimes complaining of growing pains and taking turns cooking and doing chores.

He has been running away from home since he was in the fifth grade of elementary school. It wasn't good for his knowledge to stop as a child, so he started doing correspondence courses on his tablet.

That day, Sukuna finished his math class, finished preparing the curry for dinner, and came out with a bamboo sword.

Since Mishakuji has been out since morning, he had no choice but to wield the sword by himself that day. Carrying the shinai in a cloth bag over his shoulder, he went to the small and desolate park where he used to practice, and practiced suburi and kata moves for a while.

He also did cool down stretches correctly and wiped off sweat. He rolled up his sleeves because his body was hot after working out. He had many bruises that had been hit by Mishakuji in yesterday's practice, but he felt that his arm, which was only thin and white, had grown a little stronger.

Sukuna started walking again with the bamboo sword bag on his back. He did not walk the way home, but a walk with no destination.

After returning to the city center, aimlessly walking around the city after sword practice had become Sukuna's daily routine.

It was an action of thought to look at the city while being aware of what Mishakuji had said: "The shape of the world has changed.".

Although he avoided the patrol route of "Scepter 4", it was possible that he would be caught by the city's surveillance cameras, and there was a chance that someone who knew Sukuna's face would find him. However, he thought that he should get involved in a fight if necessary, and he had no intention of living in secret. Mishakuji probably knows Sukuna's daily routine, but pays no attention to it. His own responsibility is the principle of "Jungle".

That day too, Sukuna watched the city as he thought about the dream Nagare had.

Incidents caused by people with supernatural powers were more likely to occur in Tokyo than in rural areas, but other than that, there didn't seem to be any particular changes.

"The shape of the world has changed, huh..."

Sukuna pondered over Mishakuji's words and looked at the streets where people who seemed to live the same daily life came and went.

A black limo drove past Sukuna. Right after that, a sharp brake sound resounded.

Sukuna casually turned around. The rear door of the suddenly stopped limo was flung open. Sukuna's eyes widened when he saw the person who came out from inside.

"Mother..."

Sweat broke out all over Sukuna's body.

The woman was staring at Sukuna. Sukuna's mother's red lips trembled.

When he was at his parents' house, her mother was a symbol of control for Sukuna. She tried to control everything from Sukuna by suppressing Sukuna with her great love.

"Oh, Madam!"

A man ran out of the driver's seat. For a moment, he thought that he was a servant he didn't know, and realized that it was only natural since it had been over three years since he left home.

"Sukuna..."

His mother called out to him with a trembling voice.

Sukuna couldn't move a single step from where he was, just silently feeling his mother's gaze running through his entire body.

Tears welled up in his mother's eyes.

"Give me back my Sukuna...!"

His mother said that with a broken voice.

Sukuna felt his blood drip down. But at the same time, like a frog looking at a snake, his body, which had been motionless, was released.

At that moment, he realized that he was no longer "Sukuna, his mother's property".

"What a dirty bruise! Even though you were a smart kid, you didn't go to school for years! You're like a bum! Ah, this is not good. It can't be undone...!"

The bruise was proof that Mishakuji had trained him to become stronger. Even if he doesn't go to school, his mind is not inferior to that of a child of the same age. He also acquired programming and hacking skills under Nagare. Being taken care of by Iwafune, he lived a much more humane life than when he was at home. He can now cook his own meals, even if he isn't as good as Iwafune.

However, to his mother, all of that was probably the "dirt" that ruined Sukuna.

Only the Sukuna, who was treasured, cared for, polished and loved by his mother like a jewel, was Sukuna to her.

The driver appeared in front of his mother crying.

"Young gentleman. Anyway, get in the car. You should calmly talk to your parents after you get home."

That's what the man said. He must be an indentured servant after Sukuna left home. Although he called him that way and used honorifics, instead of looking at Sukuna as the employer's son, he was closer to looking at the enemy.

Sukuna shook his head silently.

"I won't go upstairs. I won't go home."

"If that's the case, I'm sorry, but even if I use force..."

Looking at the man who said that and got ready, he realized that he was a supernatural being. Probably his mother's driver and bodyguard.

In this day and age when psychic crimes have increased, there are many things ordinary bodyguards can't deal with. It was no surprise that his mother, who was the wife of a high-ranking government official, was assigned a bodyguard with supernatural power.

"I see." Sukuna was convinced that the world's common sense had changed a bit.

The man took a big step forward. From the outstretched right hand, blue light spread out like a web. It seemed to be a capture-type ability that was similar to the nature of the blue clan.

Sukuna took a big leap.

Dodging the supernatural web, he jumped on the man's head while doing somersaults.

Before the man could react to Sukuna's movements, Sukuna slightly turned his body in the air and struck the man's neck with the bamboo sword that was still in the cloth bag.

The man whose consciousness was severed collapsed on the spot.

Sukuna landed and looked at his mother, who was staring at him.

"I'm sorry, but I can no longer return "your Sukuna" to you."

His mother's shoulders trembled at Sukuna's words.

The woman who once controlled everything in Sukuna now seemed small and weak in Sukuna's eyes.

"But, if one day you feel like meeting me as a human being, I hope we can meet at that time... Mother."

Without waiting for a response from his mother, Sukuna turned on his heel and ran. He moved his legs as hard as he could to cut the wind and get away from the place.

There was sadness. Surprisingly for him, it was painful for his mother to judge him useless and make fun of him.

Sukuna didn't stop walking even though he was far enough away from his mother. He ran with all his might to clear the mist from his heart. He was still small, but he was growing at a rapid rate, and he kept running with all his might.

He ran on impulse, and when he stopped his feet as he held his breath, he felt strangely relieved.

Sukuna let out a long breath and then took another deep breath.

He raised his sweaty face and looked at the sky. The wind blew and cooled his hot body, making him feel comfortable and cool.

The sadness and pain were still inside his chest, but they had found a place inside Sukuna.

What Nagare tried to create was a world in which each person was responsible for his own life, exerting his own forces as he wished. Even if Nagare lost, Sukuna will live the life Nagare intended. He didn't care if anyone denied him.

Because what Sukuna was playing was a game of life only for Sukuna.

Yes, it seemed natural.

Sukuna slowly took a step forward. He ran so frantically that for a moment he didn't know where he was, but after a short walk, he recognized the scenery. Apparently, he had made it all the way to Shizume City.

A school seemed to be nearby, and he saw a group of boys and girls in uniform walking towards Shizume Station.

He became aloof from himself, not even looking at the appearance of the children of the same age who were going to school.

Sukuna's eyes widened as he saw a girl who stood out from the passing boys and girls with carefree faces.

White skin, white hair, doll-like features, and red eyes. The girl who stands out, whether she wears the same clothes as those around her or not, is Anna Kushina, former third king.

-- That person attends high school.

With a strange feeling, Sukuna looked at Anna wearing her high school uniform and walking among ordinary children.

He thought that she would be floating in the school, but next to Anna, there was a normal girl in the same uniform who seemed to be her friend and was talking to Anna.

Sukuna had a general understanding of royal authority. Since Anna woke up as Strain from a young age, there were various circumstances that she had and it seems that she didn't attend elementary school.

For some reason, he thought that she would continue to walk a different path than normal children. Like Nagare, who became the "Green King", and Sukuna, who became a member of Nagare's clan.

However, when he learned that this was the path Anna chose, he felt a sense of understanding.

Anna's eyes, which were nodding towards the girl next to her, suddenly turned to Sukuna.

Sukuna lightly shook his shoulders and said, "Oh, no, it's too late to go."

Anna looked at Sukuna with too direct eyes, and the girl next to her also followed her gaze and looked at Sukuna.

"Who is he? A friend?"

The girl next door asked Anna. Anna thought for a moment.

"Yes."

And she agreed.

"Who is your friend? Don't talk nonsense!"

Sukuna raised his fists and turned his back on Anna, running at full speed for the second time that day.

 

It will continue in chapter 10: "Mystery Classmate".

#k #k one year later #k project #gojo sukuna #mishakuji yukari #kushina anna #jungle

[jenni42085]

Sick: Part One

Sick! 

Day two of waking up with a clogged up nose and headache feeling.  You know you should have picked up the phone but sounds weren’t your friend at this point.  Hopefully not answering won’t lead to punishment but you just didn’t feel good. A simple call to them would have fixed everything but you knew they were off shooting in locations.  You missed them both a lot even more so when you felt so sick. 

At this point you were just thankful that the dogs have self feeders and collars that allow them to go in and out the house with out you having to get up.  They didn’t go too far since you were sick. They would eat and go out then come back to lay in the bed with you in their respective owner’s spots.  

“Jenni.” You heard a voice in a haze as you tried to pull your head up. Scott greeted you and the dogs who still refused to leave your side. Him taking in your pale brown skin and tired eyes. “Are you ok?”

“Honestly no. Not really. What are you doing here?” You ask pulling yourself up in bed. 

“Well since you haven’t picked up your phone for your daddies for the last day and a half they were worried and wanted me to come check on you.”

You shrug and look at him then yawn causing your eyes to water again. “I was going to call them. Are they mad?”  The idea of them being mad stressed you out but you just were so tired and achy. 

“I think at first they were then they started to worry since you never called or texted back. So . . . “  Scott finds a spot to join you on the bed. “I’m here to make sure you are alive.”

You give him a small smile. “I’m alive. Kind of.  I swear it’s not the Rona. I think the weather changing again is making me sick.”

He looks you up and down. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I can taste and smell still.”  You reply with a small nod then a deep cough coming from your chest causing you to shake. “Don’t tell them please.  I don’t want them to worry or rushing up. I’ll get some soup delivered.”

“Well you know kiddo I have to call them and let them know.”

A deep sighs comes from you knowing he was right but you really didn’t want them to worry or be mad. You pout and grab your iPad from the night stand and pull yourself up in bed even though it made you dizzy.  Scott looks at you sympathetically knowing you didn’t feel good but didn’t want his brother blowing up his phone to check on you. 

“Do I need to stay in here to make sure you actually do it?”  Scott said while picking up things off the bed. 

“No, I can do it.  I just don’t feel good. And the left side of my body feels numb and funny”. Your left arm has been feeling super heavy and tingly. You were positive it wasn’t a stroke but wasn’t sure what was going on with your body. 

“I know you don’t. I’m going to order some Egg Drop Soup because I know that’s a favorite of yours.” Scott replied while starting to walk out the room. He turns around and gives you one more sympathetic smile,  “but you need to call them before I do.” 

With that he was out the room.  Dodger and Kal snuggles up closer to you as the sound of the FaceTime signals filled the room. On the second ring the faces of the two men you have grown to love and call ‘Daddy’ filled iPad. 

“Princess!”

“Little one!  Where have you been?!?”  Chris asks with worry in his voice. 

Henry takes in your pale brown skin and tired looking eyes. “Princess, are you ok?  You look sick.”

You shake your head as tears start to fall. “No.  I don’t feel good at all. I’m hurting.”  Normally you aren’t a crier but you were just fed up with being alone and sick.  Seeing and hearing you cry like that broke both of the men’s heart. 

“Little one, why didn’t you call one or both of us or call Scott?” Chris asked with a worried gentleness that was comforting you from crying harder. 

You slump your shoulders and let your head fall causing more tears to fall. “ I didn’t want you guys to worry. I thought it would go away.  I’m sorry, please no spanking.”

Henry and Chris both give a sympathetic look causing Henry to sigh. “Princess, when we haven’t heard from you in two days it makes us worry more. What are your symptoms? “

“We love you and will always worry and want to make sure you are ok. You are our special girl. So tell us what is hurting little one.” Chris adds with more sadness in his voice.  “You aren’t in trouble.”

“My head feels like there is pressure, I’m dizzy, and my left side keeps going numb and really heavy.”  Both sets of eyes perked up in wonder when you said that you are was numb and tingly. 

“Little one” Chris asks while Henry is writing down your symptoms. “Your left side is numb?”

“It’s not a stroke Daddy I looked it up.” You confirm proudly with a half smile.

Henry looks worried still unsure of what is wrong. “How about we send a doctor then one or both of us come home for a few days to make sure you are ok, would you like that baby girl?”

You nod your head a little bit but can’t help to whine more. Even though you are their little girl you still don’t want them to have to change their life for you. 

“Princess, we love you very much and don’t want you miserable alone, so if you want us to come home just tell us and we will drop everything for you.”  Henry adds. “We can’t bare the idea of you being sick at home alone feeling so little and not being able to do anything for you.”

While you sat there trying to decide, Chris was on his phone seeing how soon he could get back home. His interviews had already wrapped they just wanted him there unless editing wasn’t right and a few promo shots but, you were more important.   He knew you have sinus and allergy problems that they thought was fixed.  The look in your tired eyes honestly broke him more than he wanted to let on.  

His assistant said he can be home in three hours or less.  So while he listened to you and Henry talking he started packing his bags as quick as he could remember your new Build-A-Bear he had picked up as a surprise.  He was more thankfully he got it for you since you were so sick.

While packing Henry sent him a message that you couldn’t see asking him what he was doing.  He replied what his plans were then heard Henry speak up on the speaker.  “Well that settles it, I’m going to have a doctor come over and see you, I’ve already told them what your symptoms are.  I promise they will be very safe.  It will take them a few hours to mobilize it all but they will figure this out.  I promise.”

Chris nodded, “We promise.”  Understanding that the time frame was all he had to get home and hold your hand.  Despite all the tattoos you had gotten with Chris you still didn’t like your blood being drawn.  “Is Scott getting you soup baby girl?”

“Yes daddy he was going out to get it while I woke up long enough to call you guys.”   You tried to give a hopeful smile.  “I just don’t really want to eat because my tummy doesn’t feel right and I don’t want them taking my blood.  It’ll hurt.”

“Princess what have you had in the last few days?”  Henry asked already knowing the answer but needed it to be from your mouth.  

You looked down at your hands trying to think.

Chris noticing your silence and demeanor gave you a stern daddy look that made you want to vomit.  When you looked at Henry he was giving the look also.  “And that’s what I thought.  I know you don’t feel good sweet heart but you need to eat.  And I promise they will be really gentle at taking your blood.”

“Yes daddies.”  You replied with your head hung low because you they would make you write lines.  “I’m sorry, I’ve just been sleeping and trying to at least get water in my system.”

“We understand and no punishment, we will be having a talk when we get home though.”  Henry promised reassuringly. “Can you promise though to eat at least a small bowl of egg soup when Scott brings it back?”

“Yes daddy.  I will and I’ll take pictures as proof.”  

“That’s our girl.  Well, guys I have to shoot a quick promo then I should be free.”  Chris said knowing you have no idea he was on his way to you.

“Yes daddy.  I miss you.  Have fun and I loves you.”  You replied sadly because as much as the sound hurt your head you needed to see your daddies.

“I love you to the moon and back baby girl!  See ya Hen.  Eat some soup sweetheart.”  And with that Chris was gone from the screen.

Don’t worry I’ll talk for a little bit longer.  Maybe Scott will be back with your soup soon so we can have dinner together. Henry replied messaging his assistant to see how soon he could get home.

As if on cue, “Ohh good you actually called them.  Hey Henry.  I got your soup Jenni with extra crunchy noodles you like.”

“Thanks Scotty.”  Even though the thought of extra crunches excited you, your stomach wasn’t as excited.

Scott leans over and gives you a kiss on the side of the head then waves to Henry and says he’ll check on you later. 

“Well little one since it’s just you and me how about you try to eat some of that soup and I’ll eat a salad with you. Then read you a story until the doctor shows up ok?”  He states casually trying to perk his little up. 

“That sounds like fun daddy”. You shrug and open the bag containing the hot and salty soup.  Henry watches you to make sure you are eating.

The next hour made you feel a little bit better but you still missed your daddies.  Henry praised you for eating a fourth of the soup and read you a story that made you warm and comfy.  Your eyes became droopy again and you fell asleep while he read to you.

You were awaken by cold hands and a worried voice, “Little one, Daddy is home.  Ohh you feel warm.”

Hearing the voice made you feel comforted but wondered if you were dreaming.  “Daddy?”

“Hey sweet pea.  I’m home.”  Chris replied gently stroking your cheek making your head fall into his hand.  “My poor sweet pea looks like she has been through hell.  I’m glad I came back when I did you need to be taken care of.”

You were excited, shocked, and happy but so tired, “yes dada I missed you so much.”

He crawls closer into bed and strokes your fuzzy pigtails. “Let’s get you a shower so you can feel a little better before the doctor sees you ok?”

You nod your head as he picks you up and takes you to the bathroom and starts the shower. 

#daddy chris evans x little reader #daddy!chris evans #daddy! henrycavill

[bobbinacrosstheequator]

March 22, 2023 (morning) Isabela

Rise and shine at 5:30 AM once again for 6:00 coffee. Well, takes a few minutes to shine, even after a solid night’s sleep. When dawn broke, we found ourselves in a lovely cove, steep hills on all three sides, with graffiti on some of the rocks carved by early visitors, and more recent painted graffiti. Needless to say, any new markings are prohibited by the park! Our pre-breakfast outing was a (dry landing) hike, first up stairs and then onward to successively gorgeous viewing points of Darwin Lake and the sea beyond. The park decided that Darwin’s visit to the Galápagos Islands in his ship, the Beagle, and his significant contributions to science from his study of island biology warranted naming quite a few places in his honor. The path was dirt, rock formed from ash, and at top (400 ft up) we had a 360 degree view of a couple of volcanos, the sea, a lava field and other areas with scruffy trees. The exercise felt good but with only a few hints of a breeze and loads of humidity from the rain last night, we were drenched at the end! Ahhhh, the views were well worth it!

Breakfast was ready for us on the back deck. Corn empanadas plus all the usual fruit, cheese, eggs, bread, bacon…We got an hour to relax or nap before taking off for kayacking. Jill is seasoned from the Potomac, Seb a novice. Off we all went in a single panga with the kayaks strung together dragging behind. Two-by-two, we loaded into the kayaks and went around Tagus Cove. It was a novel perspective, watching the crabs at their level, a few penguins and cormorants, pelicans, blue footed boobies, and we even spotted a chocolate chip starfish out of the water and a big orange starfish underwater. At one point, a mama cormorant feeding an eel to her baby (regurgitating into the baby’s mouth) looked like they were having a fight. The baby rejected the eel and it dropped back into the water. So much for breakfast. Above on the rocks, two courting cormorants squalking at each other and dancing around. All in all, a very nice ride.

After a quick attire change back on the Passion, again we headed off on the pangas for snorkeling. The water seemed colder than it had been. One turtle out a bit from the shore was fun to follow for a bit as he swam away. We saw a couple different kinds of jelly fish which were fascinating to look at, and a real treat was seeing a cormorant and later a penguin swim underneath us – man, they’re fast little buggers!

Back on board with mint tea as our greeting, we got out of our wet attire (so we had some hope of it drying for the afternoon activities ) and had lunch on the top deck. Spinach soup (with popcorn) to start and then a wonderfully presented full grouper (seriously delicious) were accompanied by some sort of squash-like thing, lentils and rice. Major kudos to Christina for jumping in to serve everyone the fish. We were stunned when Julian asked for the grouper’s eye. Good grief – hard to imagine being that adventurous an eater at 12(ish). An hour and a half to blog and nap….

[whats-wild-to-you]

hi i feel bad for asking bc u said u have other requests, so u can do this when u’re free. jay and u started dating not long ago and u say ily first, (and he does also) but he doesnt say it and just smiles. and then few days continue gg by and u keep saying ‘love me’ and one day he says i do and u go :o and then he says it and 👉🏻👈🏻👉🏻👈🏻 i love to imagine this kind of things to torture myself but thankusomuch for writing 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Please don’t feel bad 😞🫶 I usually try to reply to requests quickly just because I don’t like to keep you lovely people waiting 😅

I agree. This is torture 😩🥹😍 gosh I almost teared up writing this 🥺

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You came down with a cold, called in sick at work and stayed home all day. Since you knew Jay would be working till late you decided to text him later even though you were feeling like crap and couldn’t even make tea for yourself.

You fell asleep curled up on the couch and woke up hours later, your phone illuminating the dark room.

Dukhwa, Jay’s manager, texted you, asking you if you would drop by later. Usually you visited Jay often whenever he had schedules. Since it hadn’t been long since you started dating, you constantly longed to be by his side.

I’m sick.

Your quick response read. You only realized what you had done afterwards. Surely word would travel back to Jay. You didn’t want him to worry about you. And you certainly didn’t want him ditching work for you.

Soon after you drifted back to sleep. After a while you heard rustling and Jay knelt down in front of the couch.

“Are you sleeping?” He whispered close to your ear.

Instead of answering, you pulled the covers over your head so Jay wouldn’t catch whatever germs you had.

“I’m fine.” Came out in a muffled tone.

“You don’t look fine. I’ll make you some tea.”

He disappeared in the kitchen, pots and pans clanking, until he emerged again, carrying a tray to you.

He managed to make soup, egg soufflé and tea all by himself and looked extremely proud when he sat the tray down on the coffee table.

You sat down on the floor, leaning your back against the couch. Tears welled up in your eyes, thinking that Jay must be exhausted as well but still made you dinner.

“I love you!” You blurted out on impulse, feeling emotional. Jay’s cheeks blushed and he smiled while handing you a spoon.

“Eat up while it’s still hot!”

The next day your fever had gone down and you questioned if your confession last night had been a fever dream.

“Did I say ‘I love you’ last night?”

“You did.” He confirmed, kissing your forehead, simultaneously checking if your fever was really gone. “I’ll be gone til 6pm today, so I’ll be home in time to make dinner.”

He avoided your glare and quickly left. Later that night when you laid on the couch, Jay pouted, realizing you wouldn’t be sleeping in the same bed.

“I don’t want to pass on my sickness to you.”

“Okay. Good night.” Jay said.

“Night, babe. I love you.” You mumbled and Jay froze for a moment. “What about you? Do you love me?” You inquired further.

“Huh? What? I didn’t catch that.” He replied, displaying a wide grin. You decided to let him off the hook and laughed at his attempt to act coyly.

The next morning you felt a lot better and so you decided to surprise Jay with breakfast. He had been so caring of you the past couple days, you needed to pay him back.

“Looks amazing!” Jay commented, grabbing his chopsticks and digging in.

“Jay?”

“Huh?”

“Do you love me?”

“Of course.”

“Then say it!”

“Say what?”

“Say that you love me!”

He swallowed his food and put his chopsticks down. “I love you.”

“What?” You almost chocked on your food. You were just teasing Jay, and didn’t think he’d say it back. At least not this soon.

“I love you. I’m in love with you!”

“Really?” You asked teary-eyed. He nodded, smiling. At least it looked like he was smiling. You really couldn’t see much as your vision was blurry.

“Again!” You demanded, wiping the tears off your face.

“I love you!” He said, walking over to you, kissing you, before he pulled you down on his lap and fed you the rest of your breakfast.

#jay park #more soju please #ask me anything #send me asks #ask response #anon ask #anon request #send anons

[sevdrag]

Voted very anxiously but on time lol. If you drink tea, tell me your favorite ways to take it, please. If you don't, what's the recipe to your favorite soup? <3

GOOD WORK!!!

I drink tea when it’s time to Calm The Fuck Down. That isn’t every night in this house - I’m a coffee gal - but it happens sometimes when my anxiety decides to spiral off into space, and I’ve trained my body to recognize that tea = Fucking Chill Time.

I mostly prefer fruity teas (SHUT) and maté or chai (yeah I’m American) and I often put in a splash of sugar or sweetener cause I’m a goddamn heathen. If it’s a black tea I occasionally do a splash of milk. I like bitter stuff (see: coffee) but the bitter of tea isn’t my thing so it’s often offset.

SOUP THO

FUCKIN SOUP

look. I love soup. I make soup at LEAST once a week. I make all kinds of different soups and I make them new every time and I just oh my GOSH i want to answer this with a DISSERTATION about SOUP cause it’s so good but I will limit myself to one:

My favorite thing to do is Fancy Midnight Noodles. This involves taking your favorite ramen and Jazzing It Up. Put some water on to boil, and throw in some concentrated bone broth, or Better Than Bouillon, and a big spoon of miso. Add garlic, soy sauce, fish sauce if you like it, a flash of sesame oil. Basil and Cilantro. Explore your fridge; if you’re got carrots, celery, onion, mushrooms, cabbage, leftover meats of any kind, etc: Into The Pot. Let this shit tool for at least ten minutes cause soup gotta blend and breathe. At the end, throw in your ramen noodle brick and that seasoning packet. Two min away, drop a goddamn egg. (EGG!) eggs make everything better. Do you like curry? Settle some curry powder in there. Maybe some more garlic powder, a bit of dried basil, some Sriracha.

Then you eat the goddamn thing at midnight and feel your health replenish. Bye bitches I’m off to make some ramen

#sev taking anons #sev taking asks

[hauntingthechateau]

Friday November 3rd

High of 15, a steady 7 overnight low. Overcast and broody looking.

Terrible sleep last night. Between noise and anxiety I just couldn’t fall asleep. Tried to let myself sleep in, but just ended up waking up at regular time anyway. The consensus with the trains was that a late train was still running and would get us here by 7ish if we caught it for 4:45. I bought those tickets. Took the time to repack all my bags. Checked out of the hotel but left my bags with them and went out to breakfast. Breakfast place (Au Pavilion) was touristy and empty, and yet exactly what I wanted. €12 bought me fresh pressed orange juice, tea, a GIANT omelette (3 eggs?) with a whole massive chunk of smoked salmon on it, a big potato roastie chocked full of garlic a salad and some bread.

From there I decided to do a little walk to all the really old medieval houses still standing in Paris on Rue des Barres and Rue François Miron, stopped in at the Church St Gervais and had a peek around and then went to see the Hotel de Seas (another medieval building with a public garden). It was a lovely walk through lots of different Paris neighbourhoods and just a really nice time.

While resting my feet in the garden, the text came through that our earlier train was uncanceled and we were all to take that train. I sat and read in the garden for 20 minutes before starting the trek back to the hotel and then made my way to the station. I was able to meet up with an ever growing group of artists in the station an start to get to know people. 

We got on the train and a bunch of us sat together. We made it about an hour out of Paris when the train stopped and we started getting a bunch of announcements in French but we were pretty surety train was heading back to Paris. Eventually we cobbled together that the train was turning back and taking a different route because the rails were blocked by falling trees from a passing storm, some 300-1200 trees down on the line, hence the cancelations. We sat at a station in Longueville or something like that for half an hour and then finally headed all the way back to Paris before starting off north eat towards Chalons en champagne where we turned south to Chaumont. The 2 hour journey to Chaumont took us nearly 6 hours and we were all stressed and tired and dehydrated and hungry. I got motion sickness from going backwards for part of the time, but took gravel and Imogen switched spots with me so I could face forward. 

We were picked up by Chateau staff at the station in two passenger vans with a trailer behind for our luggage and then we were off! I missed a beautiful countryside views (both on the train and in the van) since at this point we were coming in well after dark in a pitch black cloudy night and could see nothing. Ziggy drove me and some of the others staying in the village to our houses to drop our luggage and show us our rooms and then it was back to the Chateau to eat dinner!

No big champagne social/welcome party tonight since we got in so late (8 instead of 5). But the food was delicious and the wine was plentiful. There was red, white, rose and champagne on each table and I availed myself of the champagne and the red which was a Grenache merlot and was quite nice! Dinner was a whole big thing but the beef bourgeon and the pork pie were absolutely stunning. Served along side were a couple salads, pumpkin soup, baguette, mash potatoes carrots as well as dessert (which I never actually made my way to, but the pies looked fantastic! Three different kinds!

Missing from dinner was my roommate Lauren, who it turned out had taken the later train and then got stranded at the train station without data. She arrived shortly after I walked home from the Chateau and I helped her settled in. One of the kitchen staff delivered her food and I sat and chatted with her while she ate, what a stressful time for her!!! 

Finally, I unpacked and got ready for bed and man oh man and I looking forward to sleeping.

Xo 

#travel #artists residency #chateau #france #chateau d'orquevaux

[now-we-say-c0ral]

October 19, 2023

The anxiety is kicking in. It's just a matter of time that I go back to work in a few days now. It's fine. I've had a good time off of work and I did so many things and I really don't mind spending the last few days of my sick leave just being cooped up in the house because next week is going to be hell. I hope it won't be.

For breakfast I made some egg drop soup again. This is one of my go-to quick meals that I make when I'm lazy as fuck. After breakfast, I went to the gym and did some legs. Oh, I just know that it's going to hurt. I have to start going heavier because if I don't I wouldn't notice any difference in my shape. I've gone down from 64kg to 61.5kg in less than a week. I've been trying to eat better and cleaner because my diet the past few months have just been sugary and fatty. I really have to get into shape. I'm glad that we booked the Morocco trip last night so that I have all the more reason to be motivated to get into shape.

After gym, I just stayed in and played Diablo 4 Season of Blood. It's quite a nice theme considering that it's Halloween season. Why do I wanna carve a pumpkin? I love the thought but I kind of dread the process. Called Aira and Mommy. Mommy send a picture of Meow-Meow laying on top of Daddy Lo's motor bike and he looks so fat and chill. I miss everyone. I'll definitely go home next year!

Purchased Mimikyu on Pokemon Unite and I love him already! Favorite ghost type!

Today has been good!

[xsadcorebenji]

i’m feeling really ill today

i hope it doesn’t get worse

so i wanted to wish you “good night” and “i love you” a little earlier today

i wonder

if you would love me

as either character in a vonnegut short story

about taking a long walk

when i get sick i usually get that full carton of egg drop soup delivered

bad habit from college years i suppose

i used to get sick a lot as a kid

and i was left alone a lot as a kid

if you ever wanted to know me just a little

i have sleep apnea and need a breathing machine at night

even in my skinnier days i think i always had it (people would comment on how horrendous my snoring was) it was only in my adult years we discovered that was the cause

i was 28

it makes me feel a little pathetic truth be told

even now

i have to utilize this machine to breathe at night

it’s hard to feel not so pathetic

my former partner during our days in a tiny cramped studio alone in some upper floor i think it was 4th floor which is

on this mattress on the floor

an unlucky number and i joked about it

my former partner one night i think she had to wake up earlier

she kicked me awake because i was snoring

i vaguely remember i got home late night

i was horribly overworked and over exceeded how social i needed to be

because of everything i was doing

i remember waking up and she complained about me and there wasn’t any place for me to go

our kitchen was literally a sink and a refrigerator in a closet

i remember sitting up and waiting for her to fall asleep determined to stay up all night

i remember passing out

and she woke me up again because of me snoring and i rarely got any sleep those days cold nights chicago

it was one of the times i really felt bad about myself mostly just considering myself this inconvenience

it always hurts when

the people who love you get frustrated with you during your weakest moments

when you’re sick

when you’re crying

all of it

it hurts i

feel i worked my damndest

to make sure we would stay together

truth is i’m always pathetic and weak wouldn’t it be beautiful to be loved regardless of that

that someone

would be willing to work toward loving you

just exert it extend that effort to show

that they care about you

i talk to you my imaginary love because it’s what helps me quell the lonely sometimes

you would think all time spent in solitude would

just work it self out but

it gets harder and worse

i am sick and i wish

someone loved me

same partner once brought me pho once when i was sick

i used to really believe we would stay together

i know you heard this over and over before

i’m just lonely and this is where my mind wanders

it’s hard not to feel

so ugly

breathing through a machine

breathing for you

sorry for how sad i am today

my stomach has been wrecked and i genuinely felt so nauseated the entire day

i’m surprised i didnt vomit

how strange is it

that i hope when we meet

there would be a willingness to nurture me sometimes

because i truly cannot do everything myself

i wish i didn’t have any weakness so

no one would think i’m this obsolete weak little thing

i just sometimes

want to be able to

let go of trying to hold myself up so much

some days are heavier

and it’s hard to ask for

“nurture me please, i am sick today,

please acknowledge

i still exist and

at least get me soup

i’m too weak right now”

grant me a single kindness

people only want to fall for a pretty mirror reflection one all glitzed and glam

i miss feeling like

you were going to love me

even when

i was ugly

not dressed up

you would love me as i am i always feel like

i end up loving people regardless

but the moment i falter to whatever they think of me

it feels

like i get tossed aside

could you still love me knowing that

one day i will need you

do you think you can work with me when i need you sometimes

i used to believe that

the unspoken somewhat unconditional love between friends could foster and grow into blooming romantic loves

the roots would hold because the roots were strong

but it’s harder to see that in this day and age

and you can have so many friends and be surrounded by so much platonic love and still feel lonely

people will fault you and tell you you don’t love yourself enough and even if you love yourself you can still feel very lonesome

i don’t think it gets easier with age

it’s just easier between seasons

just upswings and downswings

could you still love me even when i’m “unlovable”

as defined by the 95 theses of a general public consciousness

so exacting and “perfect” on what the “ideal” is?

would you be able to let go

and understand that

attraction and love have nothing to do with

checklists and canned aspects of each other

just strictly comparing and analyzing quirks?

love just is

isn’t that painful enough?

knowing sometimes

we will love someone who may not be great for us?

we can work to understand how to protect ourselves

but mutual efforts

it’s a mutual effort

i am talking myself to death

proclaiming this essay this thesis to nobody

i just feel the contemporary world so voided of love

but it cannot be true

when my friends have their someones

is it awful

truly awful

to also want someone to share the everyday mundane with?

it really feels like magic when

we used to look each other in the eyes

and a smile

would streak across our face from a single look

i still fall looking into the eyes of someone more than anything else and

i wonder if you see anything in return

i love you

i just wish i could feel confident that i can be desirable even when i am sick

it’s the hardest for me

how often everyone leaves when

i needed someone there to look after me for a moment just a moment

just a moment

love me in sickness and in health

love me gravely

love me at all

love me

love you

how many oceans and mountains stand between us?

i hope

when we meet we could

hang out and play air hockey, and play minigolf

just simple fun things

i sound so serious so often

i feel i lie to everyone

whenever i’m silly then

how many

oceans and mountains between us

because i don’t believe the dating app

carries anything that can ever seed and take root

and assuming i could even have a casual connection

i don’t think i could derive any sustenance from it

a root

a garden

we could

grow it together couldnt we?

my grandparents

had a garden

my grandfather died

with my grandmother’s hospital bracelet still tied to his walker

he lived close to century a difference of two years or one

he was so stoic and stern

it was only after she passed away

i started seeing how much love he carried for her

sorry for a sad story

but isn’t it nice

to hear that sometimes someone can love another

someone is willing to share

two someones can share

hearts

i admit i tend to weep a lot as i write

i don’t know if i want others to weep

all i know is

i always wanted someone to see me, hear me, know me, and love me despite everything all of it

everything they dislike about me can

be pushed aside because

the love we share

is worth more than all of it

good night

i love you

i promise to

you can break both my pinkies if i break a promise like that i suppose

i think i would

laugh actually

it would be funny

like i’m just so shitty at working or wanting to

work towards this loving connection

and out of permission you break both my pinkies

why am i so confident in my ability to love you

but less confident in you loving me?

people tell me “self-worth”

no, i just get hurt a lot and grit my teeth through it

i’m kind of an asshole

i want moments that feel like “love” out of pragmatic definitions of it

yet i keep emphasizing

this desire for passion

but it has to be both

i am sick and my stomach hurts

i keep talking

i want to sleep but it’s so difficult when it’s before midnight

i want to do so many goofy things like

i literally thought of this silly thing like

“wouldn’t it be funny and cute if we pressed the pads of our pinkies together as like some sort of performance piece or a challenge like to see who can press or hold the position for longer”

i wonder if

marina abramovic

forgot how to love

or ulay did

silly performance

“the artist is present”

doesn’t the ornate display the capital rob you

i keep

blabbing

i want to sleep

we could tell each other stories

we could tell each other jokes

and maybe read to each other picture books

or maybe rip apart picture books and patchwork together a series of new frankenstein chimeric monstrosities

but they would be beautiful new stories to tell and laugh with

isn’t simplicity

good enough

i don’t want to

try so much anymore

i want to be a sponge

that was the latest thought i had to fill the space between thoughts

damned if i know what the fuck that means

i think i was thinking of memory foam

do you think memory foam teddy bears would be ridiculously unhuggable?

i would love them, even if no one else did,

they deserve love too

i used to believe all my toys were alive before i saw that movie

and i spent so much time making most of them kiss each other

it made me happy

dinosaur plush toy

used to have

stegosaurus j tbh k

denk this clawee machine in bangkok

two hippo

bangkok

claw machine

cute bipooo

mama and baby hiplk

my hippos

j miss rhen

i lage you

please don’t throw yourself away

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[surveystodestressme]

316.

If you had the last person you kissed’s Facebook password, would you go snooping through their stuff? Why or why not? he does not have a facebook and even if he did, no lol i trust him and don’t need to go through his stuff

Have you ever fainted? If so, when was the last time? If not have you ever come close? I have.  It has been a while, since maybe last fall?  I was getting my blood drawn and just passed out lol

Do you trick or treat? If so, how old will you be when you stopped? If not, how old were you when you stopped? I do not.  I don’t remember, maybe 14 or 15 when I stopped?

Ever take a keyboarding class? Do you type using the skills you learned in class, or how you used to before you took the class? I mean, i took one in high school and i took one in college.  i do not use the skills i learned in class lol i kind of just type my own way

What did the last umbrella you used look like? it’s striped

How many pairs of boots do you own? like 5 or 6

 Ever cut your hair (the entire thing - not just the bangs or a little part) yourself? i shaved my head

Do you find your best friend’s significant other/crush attractive? no

What do you do with your clothes that don’t fit anymore or just don’t want? give them to good will

Do you cut out coupons? i used to but i haven’t in a while

Does anyone in your house play Xbox Live? nope

What was the last school you attended (if you’re still in school, put the name of the school you attended before you came to that school) my junior college

Would you ever date a co-worker? my boyfriend used to be a coworker of mine

Did you ever breathe in helium and talk funny afterwards? I did it plenty of times when i was younger

Would you ever open your own business? If so, what kind of business could you imagine yourself having? i have a small etsy shop

When shopping, do you ever head straight for the clearance or sales rack? usually yeah lol since i’ve gotten a little more money i haven’t

What’s your biggest pet peeve at your job? clients lol.

How old do you want to be when you move out? i am already moved out

Ever meet or talk to someone from an online dating site? i did in the past, yeah

Last type of candy you ate? airhead

Have you ever had egg drop soup? no idea what that is

How many tattoos do you want in the future? no idea.  my whole body or most of my body that is

How soon do you start planning your Halloween costume each year? i haven’t done halloween in a couple of years

Last time you had Chinese food? a couple days ago

Are you any good at dying hair? not at all

What brand of shampoo did you last use? Dove.

Did you decorate your house for Halloween? If so, how many decorations? Did you go all out, or just put up a few things? i decorate my entire house for halloween.  it is my favorite holiday

Last person to hang up on you? i have no idea

Are you excited for winter? Or are you dreading it? i am always excited for winter

Do you still own a VCR? How about VHSes? i do not

What’s your favorite scary movie? the saw movies

How do you plan on spending your Halloween this year? no idea.

Which type of Halloween Costumes do you prefer? Sexy ones or scary ones? Or maybe funny ones? i like them all, don’t really have a favorite

What was the most boring costume you ever had? i was a baby one year lol

Do you like cranberry sauce? not really

What did you do last night? i slept

What was the first thing you thought about in the morning? that i had to be up to come dogsit for someone

What are you wearing right now? t shirt and sweatpants

When was the last time you got drunk? a week or so

Partying or watching a movie? watching a movie for sure

What pisses you off the most? people

Last thing you questioned yourself on? whether or not i am in the right field or not

Bars or clubs? Bars

Where do you want to be at a year from now? hopefully in school and in a new job

How many kids would you like to have? none

What is your favorite trait about yourself? i am kind

Anything bothering you right now? not really

Do you like pickles? i do

When was the last time you got a phone call? it was an hour or so ago

Where do you work? a veterinary office

Who is your favorite football team? I don’t watch football

Have you ever bobbed for apples? I don’t think so

Have you ever thought you could do a better job at being president? absolutely not

If you could only drink one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be? probably pepsi or coffee

What’s one food you could eat everyday for the rest of your life? Sushi.

You’re in line at Taco Bell, what’s your order? if there are nacho fries then them and maybe a fiesta veggie burrito

How many months are there until your birthday? 10 months.

Have you gotten gum stuck in your hair? i have when i was much younger

Where is your sister right now? she is at her house i imagine

Is your handwriting large, tiny, or pretty normal? ehh it’s a mix between large and normal

Are you currently listening to a song? No i am watching greys anatomy

If yes, what song is it? -

Do you have a digital camera? Nah.

Do you own any kind of yellow clothing? yeah, a couple things

What time is it? 9:25pm.

What color are your eyes? Dark brown.

How long does it take you to shower? around 10 mins.  i shower with my bf and we sit in there and talk about our days and stuff

What jewelry do you wear all the time? my fitbit, my earrings, my nose rings

Any siblings? brother and sister, both older

What are you doing tomorrow? i have to go into work to help one of my doctors with a splenectomy on his dog

What color are your socks? i am not currently wearing socks

When’s the last time you went to the zoo? a couple of months

What color do you wish your eyes were? i used to want blue eyes but i’m cool with my brown eyes

How long is your hair? my head is shaved

Can others make you cry easily? yes

Whose house did you last go to? i am currently dog sitting in someone elses home

Where did you get the shirt you are wearing? my mother bought it for me

 Do you know what you are going to wear tomorrow? no idea

How has the past week been? it’s been okay. work has been really rough but home life is okay i suppose

What year were you born in? 1996

What size shoe do you wear? 6

When did you first get your period? i was like 13 or 14

Do you like thunderstorms? i do not

Do you have a bad attitude? sometimes

Are you the first born? i am last born actually

Are you a vegetarian? i am not

Are you eating? not currently

#bored #quiz #questions #survey