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#water and electricity bad mix: crack
riizeandshine · 2 months
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CENTIPEDE
Lee Know takes you on your first camping trip that doesn't go as planned.
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bf!leeknow x gn!reader Genre — Fluff, crack, established relationship (It shows lol) Warnings — Bugs, name calling (Friendly and joking!), Lee Know is a little menace, Playful relationship banter Word count — 1.6k Inspired by — Lee Know Log 9
—̳͟͞͞♡Author's Note: Scenes are separated by moments. Happy reading!
✰Credits: @plum98 's sunset border
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“Are we there yet?!” You whine out in Lee Know’s right ear. Lee Know decided to take you both on a spontaneous trip to a modern-day campsite (Glamping). It was cheaper to take a road trip down south of Korea. Lee Know also thought it would be fun to have you as company but a few tolls and a large bottle of water weren’t a good mix. You had to pee really bad and he just wanted you to stop asking the same question a million times a second.
“I will pull over, drag you out of the car and make you pee in the middle of the dark road if you ask that question again” He chuckles. 
“Minnnnn! I have to pee soooo bad though!” 
“I know! You’ve been telling me for the past hour. We’re almost there, I swear!” 
“But you’ve also been saying that since like… 30 minutes ago! How much longer?! I don’t think I can wait!!!” Minho takes your hand and holds it firmly. “Hold on, baby”
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“Good?” He asks as you catch up with him after using the check-in lobby washroom. You nod and let out a relieving sigh. So far… not the best start. 
Fortunately, you guys were at least at the site and that it shouldn’t be long til you arrive at your tent. Stepping out of the building, Minho hands you a few grocery bags from the car. You let out a low grunt as he hands you the heaviest ones carrying food for the next couple days. 
“Is it heavy?” He smiles mischievously .
“No…? Heh… Totally not” You grip the plastic handles and lift the bags above your head. Both of your arms shake aggressively while your face burns up from straining a bit. Minho tries not to laugh at your attempt but does anyway.
“Just hold these instead, my love. I got those and the rest” He takes the bags from your hands and grabs your suitcases without much effort. You’re only left with the opened water bottle that almost caused you to piss yourself and his fluffy teddy coat. How is carrying all of that?
 “I want to help!” You say as he closes the trunk of the car with his busy hands. He turns to you while standing a little more than a shoulder-width apart. “You really wanna carry your heavy ass suitcase? Be my guest!” He smirks. You try to grab one of the grocery bags from him but his stance quickly changes to a sprinting form. “Gonna have to catch me if you want it!” He fades out as he run towards the trail.
Although he had a strong start, he lost stamina. He didn’t run too fast, just enough distance for you to not see him. Luckily, the pathway to your tent wasn’t through the forest. You’re sure you would have lost him completely through the groovy dirt path and the thick trees especially since the sun was already setting. By the time you stopped running towards the large white tent, Lee Know was unpacking the bagged goods and setting both of your suitcases aside. 
“I thought you got lost” He mutters, putting the packages of instant rice onto the camp’s foldable table. 
“Hah hah, very funny, asshole. You’re not that fast”  He walks over to you with a cheeky smile and lightly kisses your cheek. “I should have run faster then”
You smack his arm,  “Just kidding, love”. As Minho prepares dinner that he insisted on cooking, you explore the inside of the tent where you will be spending 2 nights in. It was quite luxurious in comparison to what most think ‘camping’ is. When Lee Know proposed this idea, you honestly thought you would be in a small tent and cozying up by a hand-made fire. But this was better (At least for starters). The place had basic utilities— electricity, charging ports, TV, a large mattress, a bathroom and a small kitchen setup. But nothing beats the view. Unzipping the tent’s mosquito net, you take in the undisturbed sight. A small portion of the sun still peeked out from the horizon that could be seen past the hills and mountains. 
“Y/n? Could you help me, please?” Minho calls out. You look at the view just a little longer and head back inside. There sat Minho who was on a stool cracking open garlic cloves, focused on his craft. Hearing the zipper being opened, his eyes meet yours. 
“Do you know where I put the onion?” He asks. You purse your lips and scan across the room. No… nope. Nothing? Maybe he left it in a bag? You walk over to the small pile of grocery bags in the fridge and open it. To your surprise, the 2 large white onions were out in the open. 
“Found it!” You happily hand it to him then wrap your hands around his body. 
“Thanks, baby” He taps your hands that cross over his midsection as an added thank you. You smile in response to his small ways of showing love. You find yourself unconsciously watching over him as he chops up the onions you handed him.
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Minho placed the final plate in front of you on the foldable table, “Eat well” he murmurs. You break your chopsticks in unison. He immediately places multiple pieces of meat and side dishes on your plate. You do the same but place much more of the meat onto his. You noticed that once you guys started dating, you both took mental notes about each other’s likes and dislikes to feed each other well. And now, you know he loves eating BBQ meat so you want to give him as much of his favorite as possible. 
“Slow down, baby. I can cook more if you want more…?” You grumble through your mouth that is full of rice. “I cook. You eat” He answers cutely and places another piece of meat on your plate. You give up and continue to eat the amazing food that he prepared. The food was so delicious as always. You couldn’t help but let out ‘mmmh’s and ‘wow’s. But your joy was short-lived when you saw something approaching you in your peripheral vision. You don’t move your head to look at it as you thought it was nothing but your imagination. However, the slithering movement freaks you out as it comes closer to you on the table. All it took was a short clarifying glance that caused you to be in fear. 
“AHHHHHHHHH!” You shot up from your stool and screamed. Minho somehow doesn’t flinch, putting another piece of gopchang in his mouth. He just looks at you confused until you point at the small centipede that is crawling across the table. He furrows his eyebrows and squints at you, implying that he is asking ‘what?’
“It’s a centipede,” He says calmly. “It won’t bite… I hope” 
“MINHO?! PLEASE GET IT OFF THE TABLE!” You squeal, watching the centipede skitter next to your plate.
“You’re in its house, Y/n. What do you expect?” He laughs maniacally, “...Okay, sorry! I got it” He leans his head towards the centipede and takes a moment to observe it. Minho looks back up to you and he rests his fingers on the table with an ‘OK’ hand symbol.
“Say bye bye to Y/nnie!” He says, gently flicking the centipede of the table to move by itself. But since Minho was sitting across from you, he flicked it perfectly at you. The slender, black creature began to wriggle across the gravel towards you. 
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” You shriek running around your campsite. Minho quickly realizes it was actually coming your way by the way you responded. He jumps out of his seat and ensures that the critter was shooed away from the whole site. Now gone, Minho jogs down to find you. It didn’t take long as he saw your figure peering out from behind a lamppost that was not so far away from the tent. 
“It’s gone now” He reassures. You shake your head ‘no’, refusing to turn back to the campsite in fear that something is still there. Minho gives you a comforting smile even though you continue to shake your head. 
“I’m gonna carry you then” Minho looks as if he is going to tackle you. He almost does by the way he throws you onto his shoulder. Once he took you to the site, you looked around for any insects until you sat down. 
“I’m sorry for flinging the bug at you” He kisses your temple and hands you your plate as a peace offering. You of course accept his yummy offer but not without a playful scowl, “You’re on thin ice, Lee Minho. You’re very lucky that I love you so much”
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After your encounter with the creepy crawly, you felt paranoid. Minho kept reassuring you he would handle any bugs if you saw one. Yet when you guys finished eating, you kept looking over your shoulder to see if there were any centipedes walking around while you cleaned up. Then, as you were washing up in the bathroom, a small bunch of your hair touched your neck and you yelped thinking it was on your neck. Minho got so concerned that he insisted on sitting on the toilet seat until you were finished in the shower. 
As you were finishing your night routine, Minho went to check the whole tent for anything that might cause you to be frightened. He opened cupboards, the fridge, all of your bags and most importantly the bed. He pried off each sheet, thoroughly examining for any bugs and even speckles. He finished doing his checks just as you were done in the bathroom. 
“You okay?” He says into your ear, meeting you halfway from the bed. You show him a soft pout that causes him to kiss your lips. He takes your hand and leads you to the bed to rest. You swing your body into the sheets and he follows. Minho pulls up the sheets high, up to your noses and brings his body close to yours. You try to snuggle into him but he starts squirming around.
“Minho, what are you doing?!” You whisper-yell. “You’re acting like the centipede outside!”
“That’s the point! Glad you could tell” You don’t have to open your eyes to know he is staring at you with a smirk across his face. He squirms a bit more, gently bumping his body against yours. 
“Keep squirming and you’ll be flung off this bed to the outside” You warn while he stops with a groan. 
“Ughhh! Fine! I was making our bed warm”
“Minho…”
“Right… I’ll stop” The both of you lay in silence for a moment as he calms down from his centipede-attack. A graze of his shorts though sends a shiver down your spine.
“Minho, are you sure there’s no centipedes in this bed?” You ask anxiously. 
“Nope. Just me… and you of course” 
“Okay…good”
“Y/n?”
“Yes?”
“The mosquito net keeps all the bugs out; I made sure it was zipped up. If anything comes in here, I will take care of it. Even if it means that you have to wake me up,” Minho’s eyes focus on your still body and places a hand on your stomach, “Try to get some sleep. I’ll capture all the centipedes for you”. He rhythmically pats your stomach as he watches your chest slowly rise and fall with soft snores. 
“Sleep well, my love” 
Maybe the trip wouldn’t be so bad with your problem-solving, bug trapping, centipede-moving boyfriend…
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—̳͟͞͞♡Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed camping with Lee Know! And I hope the centipedes withered away just like when Lee Know flung one off the table ;) Thank you for reading!
✰Credits: @plum98 's sunset border
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wheels-of-despair · 1 year
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@funsonmunson-again's Birthday Week Writing Challenge The Eddie: Janitor!Eddie The Prompt: #3: janitor!eddie tries to make a cake for teacher!reader's birthday. as mentioned in 'love me tender' he's not a chef lol, so it's a disaster. Words: 1.7k?! Oops. Contains: Baking mishaps, cuteness, and a sugar coma.
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"Shit!"
Oliver's jaw dropped.
"I said shoot."
Oliver grinned. He was standing on his stool at the kitchen counter, watching Eddie prepare to make a birthday cake. He'd greased the edges of the pan a little too high, and had dropped the slippery metal on the floor with a loud clang.
Eddie had everything he needed lined up and ready to go. Oliver had helped him double-check: a greased pan, a mixing bowl, a little bowl containing three eggs, a bottle of oil, two measuring cups, a whisk, a box of cake mix, and a container of icing. Using a boxed mix wasn't really the same as starting from scratch, but he knew you'd appreciate the effort anyway.
He measured the oil and water, and began cracking the eggs into their little bowl. ("Always crack eggs separately," he'd heard you tell Oliver once. "Otherwise, you'll get shells in everything, rather than just the one bowl.")
It's a good thing that bit of advice stuck with him, because all three eggs had left bits of their shells in the bowl. "This one's not on me, there must've been something wrong with the chicken," he joked as he fished them out, causing a giggle from Oliver.
And finally, the bag containing the mix… which ripped weird, and showered Eddie's shirt and the counter with a fine layer of chocolate powder.
Oliver, wearing his apron, covered his mouth with his little hand so Eddie couldn't see him laughing.
"Oh, you think this is funny, do you?" Eddie asked with a playful grin. Oliver shook his head, mouth still covered, laughter barely contained. Eddie licked his finger, swiped it across the counter, and came at Oliver with a chocolate-coated mess. The child shrieked, leaped off his stool, and retreated to the safety of the living room.
With a laugh, Eddie returned to his cake-making alone.
Eddie dumped the dry mix into the big bowl and carefully added the water and oil and eggs, not wanting to cause another cake mix cloud. Next time, he'd buy a backup box. Just in case.
He mixed the batter by hand, not brave enough to attempt the high-powered electric mixer. That was a disaster waiting to happen.
When the lumps were gone, he gently poured the batter into his greased pan, and opened the oven.
Which he'd forgotten to pre-heat.
He turned it on with a sigh, and called Oliver back to the kitchen. They each grabbed a spoon and went to town on the mixing bowl. Mom had warned them about the dangers of eating raw eggs, as all moms do, but it was just a little bit. And it was the best part of baking. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. They licked their spoons clean, and Oliver returned to his toys on the living room floor.
When the little red light came on the oven, Eddie slid the cake onto the rack and started on the dishes.
After he finished cleaning up his mess so far, he leaned on the counter and watched Oliver play. He was such a good kid, with a great imagination. He could sit and entertain himself for hours. Kind of like Eddie when he was little, but much quieter.
Soon, the cake began to smell like cake, and Eddie looked at the timer… which, of course, he forgot to set. He opened the oven door to take a peek. How was he supposed to know when it was done? He didn't even know how long it had been in there.
He wished they'd picked out a vanilla cake. Those get brown when they're done, like toast, right? How were you supposed to tell with chocolate?
He pulled out the cake and gave it a poke with his finger. Still jiggly. He sucked the chocolate off his finger - hot, but not bad - and stuck the cake back in the oven.
He leaned against the opposite counter with his arms crossed, deciding to check on it every minute. Even though he didn't really know what he was looking for. When he finally decided it was done, he removed it from the oven and set the pan triumphantly on a towel.
The smell of cake summoned Oliver back to the kitchen. "That's it?" he asked.
"Yup," Eddie said proudly. "Careful, it's hot." Oliver looked at the cake with wary eyes, making Eddie suddenly self-conscious. What was wrong with it? Sure, it was a little dark, but it was chocolate. It was supposed to be!
"It just looks weird because there's no frosting on it yet," Eddie assured him.
"Oh!" Oliver said brightly, restoring Eddie's faith in his cake a little bit. Oliver returned to his toys, and Eddie opened the container of frosting and slathered it on… and it disappeared. He picked up the container and read the instructions. You're supposed to wait until the cake cools. Dammit.
Eddie looked at his wet chocolate monstrosity and wanted to cry. He tried. He really fucking tried. He didn't even know why it was so important; you could whip up a cake anytime you wanted. You did it for his birthday, and for Oliver's, and for Wayne's. He just thought it would be nice if he did it for you too. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he wondered if he had time to run to the grocery store and buy a cake. Or even just the dollar store, for a box of Little Debbie cakes. Birthday tradition demands a cake!
And then you walk in the front door, back from your birthday brunch with the girls.
"Hi, boys!"
Oliver jumps up and runs over for a hug. He buries his face in your stomach, and you sway back and forth with him a few times.
"Wow, did you really miss me that much? I was only gone for a few hours!" you tease with a tussle of his hair. Your eyes meet Eddie's, and you give him a smile. The kind that makes him weak at the knees.
"We made you a cake," Oliver informs you.
"You did?!" you ask with slightly exaggerated surprise. "Show me!"
Oliver leads the way into the kitchen, where Eddie is seconds away from crawling into the oven to hide in shame. Oliver's stares at the cake's current state, and cuts his eyes at Eddie. Even the kid knows he screwed up.
"Ooooh, looks chocolate-y." You look from the cake to Eddie. "Did you help, or did Oliver make this all by himself?"
"This one was allll Dad," Oliver says, making a quick exit. Traitor.
Eddie blows out a huff of air. "I tried," he shrugs.
"It looks great."
"The frosting melted."
"That's okay. It's still there, it'll just make the cake a little wetter."
Eddie looks at you in disbelief. He royally screwed this up. Even Oliver knew it. How are you always so optimistic?
"Have you guys had lunch yet?"
Eddie nods. They'd wolfed down sandwiches and chips before they started gathering ingredients, for baking fuel.
"So can we try it now, or do we have to wait 'til after dinner?"
"You don't have to eat it," Eddie says, "I'll go get you a real one."
"This is the one I want."
"It's going to be terrible."
"Have you tried it?"
Eddie shakes his head. You open the silverware drawer and retrieve a fork, sticking it in the edge… where it does not penetrate. You move the fork a little closer to the middle. Still hard. You keep stabbing, moving a few centimeters closer to the center each time, until the fork finally sinks in. Eddie is mortified. And then he notices your shoulders shaking.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"No," you laugh, not looking at him.
"You are so!" he accuses, and you stop trying to hide it. You let out a laugh and attack him with a hug, leaving the fork sticking in the chocolate disaster. Soon, he's laughing with you. Oliver watches with fascination from a safe distance. Grown-ups are weird.
"Alright, moment of truth," you announce, returning to the counter and lifting a forkful of cake out of the pan. You offer it to Eddie.
"Not it!" he calls before covering his mouth. You turn to Oliver, who ducks behind the counter.
"Wimps!" You take a bite and chew thoughtfully. "Hm."
"Hm?" Eddie asks.
"Hm," you repeat. "Give me a bowl."
Eddie reaches in the cabinet behind him and offers you a cereal bowl.
"We're gonna need bigger bowl."
He grins and swaps it for the mixing bowl in the dish drainer. You nod, and give him a kiss on the cheek as he hands it to you. You turn to the chocolate catastrophe and scoop out the soft middle of your cake, and some of the melted frosting that hadn't completely sunken in, and drop it in the bowl. Then you walk to the freezer and pull out a carton of vanilla ice cream. Eddie fetches the ice cream scoop from its drawer and hands it to you, watching silently.
You cover the cake in ice cream, then grab a handful of chocolate chip cookies from the cookie jar. You crumble them on top of the ice cream, then add a little whipped cream, and some sprinkles for a dash of color.
"Three spoons, if you please," you request as you pick up the bowl with both hands. Eddie pulls three spoons from the silverware drawer and follows you into the living room. Oliver's eyes widen when he sees the size of the massive birthday sundae. You set it on the coffee table with a thud, and take a seat on the couch.
"Alright boys, I'm gonna need some help with this."
Eddie hands out spoons, and you all crowd around the bowl.
Thirty minutes later, Oliver has lapsed into a sugar coma. His snoring little body is stretched out across both of your laps. Your and Eddie's feet are propped up on the coffee table, legs touching, and your head is resting lazily on his shoulder.
"Thank you for the cake," you whisper.
"I tried," he says again.
"I know, baby. And it was perfect."
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themoonitselff · 7 months
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National Anthem | Miguel O'hara X Male! Reader
I always think about Lana's monologue and I thought it would be cute to make an scenario with Miguel O'hara about this. ANYWAY I WROTE THIS AT 2AM AND IT HAS BAD SPELLING AND BAD THINGS YKYKY
Summary: Reader is a singer (LIKE, LANA DEL REY BUT MASC) who's dating Miguel. But they don't talk too much because of their works... Lucky him, because he went to his concert tonight.
Warnings: I think none.. There's mentions of sex.
Your voice was angelical, you were angelical, an angel sent from above just to bring the humans what heaven sounds like, you had the beauty of a Sapphire, the body of a Greek God, the voice of a mermaid, all in one, it was like you were born to create masterpieces, and it showed itself on your career, until you reached the fame and met Miguel, your current boyfriend, it's been three years since you know him, and still feeling butterflies for him, unfortunately, he was a busy man, you didn't know too much about his life, but the fact that he was just like the fire in person, flamboyant, hothead and with a passion for expressing himself without knowing the damage he could cause. Of course, he wasn't here, and despite it makes your heart crack in million pieces, you still love him, and trust him no matter what.
You grabbed the microphone and started singing what you writed for your lover a while ago, thinking about Miguel, his sharp eyes, his big hands touching your waist, his pointy teeth marking your skin, his raspy voice with a cocky tone, everything you did was for him.. Your voice come across the crowd, your feelings flushing against your soul, the air blowing in front of you, your eyes were looking in the people for his face, hoping he would be there somewhere, but there would be no signal, although his big presence.
“Tell me I'm your National Anthem..” You whispered, while letting the people sing for you as you hum for them.
The minutes passed and you saw a prominent figure above the campus, you couldn't recognize it because it was so far away, so you didn't mind. And as the staff was giving the best of themselves in the instrumental, you were about to finish the start of a new era with a monologue, something you wrote just for him.
“And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me.. We both knew it right away, and as the years went on things got more difficult.”
You remembered when you first saw him, in a coffee shop, at morning, a single touch that changed everything, your eyes met him, as he smiled, confident. You and Miguel were like Earth and Water, Capricorn and Cancer, complementing each other, fulfilling each other, knowing what the other wants, besides all the fights you two got because of your different lives, you loved him with all your life, not just sexually, but romantically.
“I begged him to stay, try to remember what we had at the beginning, he was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it, when he walked in every woman's head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him, he was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn't contain himself, I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him”
Miguel was charming, and everybody knew him, he was the kind of man that everyone would like to have, he had the body, the personality, the vibe, he was everything, and the fact that he just looked down at you made you crazy, made you desire him more, and despite he was this mysterious man, with his mysterious secrets, you still fell for him.. Sometimes, you thought he was just busy and he deserved to have a rest far away from everyone, sometimes you thought that it would be better if he just escaped with you and show him all of the amazing things you could do to him, and sometimes you thought you were just an overthinker.. Because you knew that it would be hard to stay with a man like him.. Because a cold man with a logical brain, that stays stuck in the reality with his hands, will never make happy a prince like You that lives on the clouds and dreams with happy endings.
“And in that way I.. Understood him, and I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.”
You repeat multiple times, sobbing and wishing he could listen to your feelings, to your inner poet that just wanted to be listened, but couldn't because his mind was paying attention to other things, things that were more important than you.
You gave up on the idea of him seeing you right now, your hopes were crushed like a million stars, sparkling and dancing, and finished with the last sentence.
“And I still love him, I love him.”
You left the scenario with tears running down your cheeks and your nose all red because of the suffering, not knowing that the big figure that was standing in top of the state from above the campus was him, but dressed as someone else.. Dressed as the hero who always took care of you when you were walking on the noght streets alone, who looked after you in every single presentation, who wanted to tell you that your concept was amazing, who wanted to tell you that you were amazing.
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bonesandthebees · 29 days
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WE’RE ALL SYNCED NOOO…. everyone remember to rest and eat and hot water bottles help with cramps but don’t burn urselves .. and maybe take some paracetamol too (or ibuprofen if ur feeling silly) my mother swears by it . I think it’s just a desi thing and like willpower i forgot tje term but like . when u believe something will help u so much it does . But it works for me..
AND HONEY WATER!! i will stand by honey water till the day i die just boil some water and add some honey and wait for it to cool (don’t burn ur throats guys) Or just add a bit of cold water like i do and supposedly that helps with a sore throat and it makes u feel all warm and fuzzy . my Dad taught me the first one he says its cause of the texture i never fact checked that
i’m getting carried away with the random food things ONE MORE FOR GOOD LUCK if u want . to make Desi chai . boil half a cup of water and put tjat in a tiny saucepan with the teabag, one cardamom (make sure u crack it open so the tiny little seeds drop out), like a Teaspoon of fennel seeds or something idk i just add whatever amount looks good, and optionally a little bit of cinnamon (again i just wing it just add a small bit) and some sugar/sweetener and let that all simmer for like 30 seconds while u get half a cup of milk and pour that into ur saucepan . Thenn you wanna mix that around a bit and leave it all to . cook? that doesn’t sound like the right word… whatever. leave it for a few minutes and ur final step is when the chai starts rising u let it rise to the top and then turn down the heat and let it sink (i have a gas stove but if you have an electric ermm just set it aside for two secs to sink i think that’ll work). let it rise and sink three times!!! this really makes the flavour pop according to my dad!! then just strain it and enjoy :3 i lovee chai it was inevitable being pakistani HAHA it always makes me feel better after anything whether i feel sick or something bad happens or if i’m just silly chai is just nice for any occasion . my phopo calls me an auntie but Likeee isnt being a rich brown auntie the life…… im not rich yet but one day guys trust
anyway that got long HAHA i love cooking and baking and stuff … and home remedies MEDICATION IS GOOD DONT GET ME WRONG but sometimes im too lazy to run to the shops and get some cough syrup or something so i just make some honey water .. please take ur meds and get vaccinated though guys ❤️ stay safe hope u liked my chai :3
do you know how many asks I've gotten saying they're also on their period literally why are all of my followers synced up WHAT IS THIS
everyone listen to our friend here. honey water sounds lovely I'll have to try it. usually I just go for drinking honey straight out of the bottle if I have a sore throat but I suppose honey water might work a bit better lol
also OOOO CHAI!! tbh I've always wanted to make chai at home because so often chai I've gotten in coffee shops just... isn't it. but when it's good it's so good. I'm going to take note of this so I can get some cardamom and fennel seeds from the store :))) so excited to try it
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Is It Really That Bad?
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“Superhero movie fatigue” is the idea that, because of the recent oversaturation of the market with superhero movies combined with the increased interconnectivity of the stories and the push for elaborate narratives with movies serving as building blocks for franchises rather than standalone experiences, audiences are getting tired of superheroes and the genre is finally starting to show cracks and die off. This idea is incredibly flawed for a wide variety of reasons (Wakanda Forever’s success alone easily debunking it), but it’s kind of interesting seeing how opinions shifted towards these movies so quickly. Obviously the oversaturation thing is indisputable as the sheer volume of releases in the wake of Endgame can attest to, but when you’re releasing that much that quickly the weaker works are bound to stand out more. To really examine why people feel this way, one must single out the weakest link in the chain, and as far as critical and audience reactions go there is no weaker link than Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania.
The Ant-Man movies have always been a bit divisive among audiences, but I’ve always maintained that they are the most overlooked and underappreciated films in the MCU. They are low-stakes, lighthearted heist films with strong focus on friendship and family while making full creative use of the title character’s abilities. While by no means the greatest superhero movies ever, they were a breath of fresh air in between the bigger, “save the world/universe” films other superheroes got and were carried by a likable cast spearheaded by the charming and hilarious Paul Rudd. Maybe it was hard to want to call these films your favorite , but they’re even harder to call the worst or even really that bad.
That changed with Quantumania. Critics were pretty mixed on this one, but audiences were scathing, comparing the film unfavorably to Spy Kids 3: Game Over and The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl due to the cartoonishness of the CGI and the uncanny similarities shared between Mr. Electric from the latter film and this movie’s take on M.O.D.O.K. While the movie wasn’t some massive bomb, it was fighting an uphill battle from the moment of announcement and was losing handily with fans. Between this and Shazam: Fury of the Gods, people were proclaiming “superhero fatigue” was here to stay and Marvel was going down the drain… at least until Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 played that Uno Reverse card and restored people’s hope.
So with the fickleness of audiences taken into account and the lack of water the “superhero fatigue” idea holds, I decided to take a look at Quantumania and see what the fuss was all about. I mean, come on, it’s just an Ant-Man movie, right? Is it really that bad, or is the fatigue real after all?
THE GOOD
I’m absolutely elated to report that my boy M.O.D.O.K. was done justice.
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Yes, they did indeed yassify him to make his ultimate redemption easier to swallow (audiences aren’t nice enough to accept a really ugly person being heroic in the eyes of executives), but for me the core appeal of M.O.D.O.K. is how absolutely goofy he looks combined with being a legitimate threat, and this take on him mostly delivers on the latter while delivering the former in spades. As soon as he revealed his face for the first time, I completely lost my shit, and every time he appeared after I was pretty overjoyed.
It helps that this reimagined version is the completely serviceable but otherwise unremarkable villain Darren Cross from the first film rebuilt as a cyborg. While the writing and comedy aren’t doing him too many favors, giving him more diverse and unique powers as opposed to just being Ant-Man, but bad is a great and inspired move, and Corey Stoll is clearly having a lot of fun hamming it up as this goofy cyborg death machine. His ridiculous heroic sacrifice coupled with his delirious dying christening as an Avenger by a confused Scott really helps cement him as the best thing in this movie. Move over, Cap! We’ve got a new perfect ass in the Avengers!
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As bad as the effects can be, which we’ll get to later, there are some really fun and unique designs for the alien beings inhabiting the Quantum Realm. And despite the film’s issues utilizing Scott’s powers (again, we’ll get to it later), there is a really cool sequence involving millions of Ant-Mans working together just like real ants.
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And now I must unfortunately give props to Johnathan Majors, a real-life asshole who is regrettably a good actor. He takes the generic, cookie cutter doomsday villain dialogue this film affords him and injects so much menace and intensity into him that it honestly makes him seem better written then he is. His multiple variants even get a silly, comic booky mid credits scene with a whole stadium of whooping and cheering Kangs that manages to be cheesy in a good way (aside from how shitty the Scarlet Centurion looks).
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THE BAD
Unfortunately, Kang runs into the same sort of problems that plagued Gorr in Love and Thunder, but it’s exacerbated by the fact he’s meant to be the next big bad of the MCU. The film wants to sell you that this Kang is an unstoppable badass who has wiped out innumerable timelines and slaughtered countless Avengers (including Thor, a god)… and yet he ends up getting killed by the combined efforts of a swarm of ants, a goofy floating head, and fucking Ant-Man of all heroes. It is genuinely baffling that they thought the best way to hype up their next Thanos was to have him lose to the goofy heist guy who talks to bugs. It’s like if Guardians of the Galaxy debuted Thanos by having him get his ass handed to him by Howard or Cosmo.
It doesn’t help that in spite of Majors elevating the writing with his performance, he suffers like Gorr did from inconsistent characterization. We are shown in flashback that despite being evil he does have honor and is willing to keep promises… and then a few scenes later he goes back on his word to return Scott’s daughter in exchange for help. It certainly does him no favors that when he’s not inconsistent, he’s a bit too mysterious for his own good, leading to it being hard to really grasp what his personality is beyond being a generic doomsday villain.
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It’s not as if the writing does anyone else well, though. Scott is still charming as ever thanks to Paul Rudd, but he’s also shockingly unfunny here. Much of this can be chalked up to his entire supporting cast being written out of the movie save for his daughter and the Pym-Van Dyne family. You could see the foreshadowing to this in Endgame, with the ending featuring Scott, Hope, and Cassie together without a hint of the rest of the family, but it takes full force here with only Jimmy Woo popping in for a non-speaking cameo. The removal of at least 80% of what made Scott grounded and relatable being dropped does nothing but hamper him and lead to him feeling incredibly generic.
It doesn’t help the Pym-Van Dyne family all end up being a bunch of assholes, aside from Hank who is now a silly old dad obsessed with ants and leads an army of hyper-advanced socialist ants into battle against Kang, which might make him the most badass character in the movie. It’s understandable the others can’t measure up to anything that cool, but just how awful they are is still pretty egregious.
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Hope is bland and mostly inoffensive, but I think that just makes her worse; Evangeline Lilly is an anti-vaxxer, and if you’re gonna be anti-vaxx you need to really bring your A-game for me to overlook your moral failings for the duration of a film (like Letitia Wright in Wakanda Forever). She didn’t even bring her J-game. Then there’s Janet. Janet is a fucking horrible person. All she does in this movie is offer vague foreshadowing, conceal the truth from her family whenever possible, and reveal she once fucked Bill Murray during his awful, pointless cameo. Michelle Pfeiffer’s talents are absolutely wasted in a role where she exists seemingly to dump exposition.
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Finally, there’s Cassie. Emma Fuhrmann’s portrayal of the character was one of the most praised aspects of Endgame, with her giving a very believable and emotional take on the character as a teen. For reasons beyond my understanding, they recast her with Kathryn Newton, and I’ve gotta say she is not even remotely believable as Scott’s daughter. She’s easily the worst character in the movie, to the point you have to wonder what the point of the recast was. Did they want Cassie to suck?
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Then there’s the Quantum Realm itself. Aside from some cool alien designs, the Quantum Realm is unbelievably boring and does nothing to allow our heroes to use their skills in fun ways. The fact it’s rendered in really unconvincing CGI like an early 2000s Robert Rodriguez kid’s movie does nothing to beat those Spy Kid allegations. At least with those movies the cheap CGI felt like part of the charm; coming from Disney, one of the most powerful studios on earth, it’s just unforgivable.
But what ultimately kills this movie is that it is a film designed for literally no one. The story feels like an AI was prompted to generate a Marvel script written by an MCU hater, as it has every cliche associated with a mediocre superhero movie on full display. You have abysmal special effects and costumes, terrible editing, awkward humor undermining drama, and an absurdly high-stakes plot, the hallmarks of any bad superhero movie, but even then it manages to fuck that up. As high as the stakes are in the plot considering it concerns the literal annihilation of multiple alternate timelines, there’s not really a sense of thrill or urgency at play here, for instance. And every single problem is compounded by the fact they chose Ant-Man as the lead.
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What makes Ant-Man’s solo films work is the low stakes and fun supporting cast, and that’s all absent here. Everything there is to like about this character is excised so he can be inserted into a plot to prop up the next big villain, which as stated above the film also fails to do. No character really develops here, there’s no personal growth at all for Scott, and it just ends up feeling like someone mashing action figures together rather than any attempt at a coherent story.
And his powers are never used in creative ways either! It’s all shrink-grow-punch, with the alien world leaving no room for things like enlarging Thomas the Tank Engine or shrinking down buildings. Nothing about this film allows the hero to be utilized properly outside of one scene; you could replace Ant-Man with almost anyone, even Hawkeye, and it would make no difference at all because in reality this movie exists to debut Kang, nothing more and nothing less. The hero never mattered at all, and in the end it just shit all over a good character for nothing.
IS IT REALLY THAT BAD?
This is, hands down, the worst film in the MCU.
Every other bad or divisive movie in the MCU at least has some semblance of understanding for story structure, even if they go about it in stupid ways. Thor: The Dark World furthered the relationship between Thor and Loki while still being part of a larger story; Love and Thunder at least told a self-contained story that exists on its own merits without tying in to some grand storyline; Black Widow at least developed its characters and made them feel like a believable if dysfunctional family; and Eternals is trying really damn hard, and has tons of fascinating ideas and concepts. Whatever you feel about these films, they at least have some grasp on how to tell a story, however tenuous a grasp it may be.
But Quantumania just doesn’t. It’s supposed to be an Ant-Man movie, but it doesn’t understand why people like the character. It wants to hype up Kang, but it doesn’t understand what’s needed to make him feel threatening. It wants to be an epic sci-Fi comedy adventure, but it’s not utilizing the right characters in the right locations to excel in any of these genres. And most of all, it’s trying to be an important and major foot forward for the MCU, but it’s structured in a way that is generic and, most damningly, pointless. It does not feel like this movie matters at all aside from a mid-credits scene, which wouldn’t be an issue if this film wasn’t so desperately trying to feel important. It says a lot about how hard this film failed when the audiences responded more warmly to a Black Panther movie with no Chadwick Boseman than to the film introducing the overarching big bad of the next few years worth of films and shows.
It’s not even just that this is a bad movie, though; it’s also boring. I actually fell asleep for a minute while watching this because there was nothing engaging. These aren’t the characters I cared about in previous films, there’s no emotional grounding at all. If Corey Stoll’s giant goofy head isn’t onscreen, what is there to give a shit about? Why not close my eyes and dream of something better?
The fact this film is above a 5 boggles my mind. How is this rated higher than She-Hulk? How does this have the same rating as Ms. Marvel? In my eyes this movie deserves a 2, max, and that one extra star is entirely because of M.O.D.O.K. I couldn’t even recommend this in a “turn off your brain” kind of way because it’s not fun or exciting enough to hold your attention even if you don’t think about it. It frankly disturbs me there is a growing coalition of people on Twitter trying to gaslight people into thinking this movie was good, because I genuinely can’t think of a single thing this film does well enough to justify watching it over almost anything else.
With all that said, does this prove that “superhero fatigue” is real? No. If anything, this film’s failure and the success and acclaim of Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 prove the exact opposite. What we have is Bad Movie Fatigue. Audiences are sick and tired of sloppily-written, lazy, overindulgent CGI spectacles meant to advance decade-long storylines and sell toys. We want films with strong emotional cores, well-crafted stories, and characters we can relate to and empathize with. We want stuff like the Guardians of the Galaxy movies, The Batman, The Suicide Squad, or Peacemaker, and we’re not gonna settle for procedurally-generated cookie cutter slop that feels like it was made by someone who hates the genre. We want good movies, and if we can’t have that at least make an entertaining and stylish mess like Multiverse of Madness.
Quantumania is Marvel hitting rock bottom, but you know what they say about hitting rock bottom: There’s nowhere to go but up. The final Guardians of the Galaxy proved there’s still hope for Marvel; let’s just pray they never make anything as pointless and forgettable as Quantumania ever again.
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The Squatty Potty
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I’ve been living with Staceyann and her husband Rick in New Jersey ever since I left my dorm at Columbia back in January. They don’t charge me rent as long as I chip in on the groceries and electrical bill, so it’s good deal. I met them at an AA meeting some years back.
Typical north Jersey trash. Staceyann’s in her mid-40s. Purple-black hair, tattoos on her arms, on her legs, on her chest, on her neck, smokes Newport 100s, molested by her junkie father’s buddies as a child. Rick about the same age, a little on the heavy side, long hair, likes to gamble, not too quick in the head because he spent more than half his life smoking PCP mixed with crack. Loves Bob Dylan.
I live in a little annexed room where the hot water heater is down in their basement. I’ve got a twin size bed with a mattress so worn out that every time I shift in my sleep the springs poke through and wake me up. I’m confined to the downstairs bathroom because one of their kids is—
I should also mention that Staceyann and Rick have three kids. All boys, somewhere between the ages of ten and sixteen. I find it impossible to accurately guess a child’s age and never once found myself anywhere near sufficiently interested when listening to people yap about their kids to even attempt to commit such useless information to memory. I never understood why people make such a fuss about their children. They inadvertently end up making you hate them by acting like they’re the best kids to ever walk the earth. Right. And when they grow up to be dimwitted imbeciles, out come the excuses. ADHD, Asperger’s, anxiety, depression, a chronically itchy sphincter. How about bad parenting? Ever try that one? You wheel your strollers around acting like you’ve got the queen of England in there, demanding that everyone get out of your way, growling at anyone who doesn’t move or make a big deal about your boring child — excuse me, don’t you see I have a baby here? Yes, I can see your mediocre baby and I’m deeply unimpressed. Now please, stop acting like you’ve achieved something extraordinary by plopping out a fetus. Congratulations. A standing ovation for doing exactly what human beings have consistently done since long before they knew how to start a fire. We only apologize for not applauding each time you remember to breathe. What I’m really trying to say here is that one of Staceyann and Rick’s kids isn’t fully there. I’m not exactly sure what’s wrong with him but let’s just say that if this was happening in ancient Sparta, he’d go flying off a cliff.
And so, as you can imagine things can get a bit messy in the bathroom and that’s why I use the one downstairs. No worries there, it lacks nothing. I mean, it did at one point lack a squatty potty and that’s the whole point of this story, but otherwise no complaints. Now, as a broke recent college grad who studied the most useless major on the planet, I wasn’t exactly in the position to buy myself one due to my obvious financial constraints.  
Until one morning right around my birthday when Rick barged into the basement. “Wake up!” he started shaking me. What the hell? “Wake up, wake up, wake up,” he wouldn’t quit. “You wanna make two bills?” he says once my eyes open.
But I was in such an immensely deep sleep, the kind that makes your eyelids feel like a million pounds. The kind that if you manage to somehow open your eyes, your vision refuses to focus, you’re disoriented, your mind refuses to align—where am I? is all you can think—your entire body just refuses.
“No thanks,” I mumbled, then turned around and instantly began dreaming about a brown horse who’s lying in bed on his back under the covers reading the February edition of Seventeen Magazine. Hot chocolate steaming on the nightstand.
It’s not that I didn’t NEED the money… It’s that it was 7am on Sunday. Who the hell gets out of bed at 7am on Sunday!
“Five,” I heard Rick’s voice echoing inside the horse’s small but trendy bedroom. “You don’t wanna make five hundred dollars? It’ll take you thirty minutes for god’s sake.”
That calculates to one thousand dollars an hour, which in turn calculates to over two million dollars a year if working forty hours per week. The horse looked at me from under his spectacles, waiting.
“Yea,” I sat up.
“Here.” Rick handed me a flat black box about the size of a frozen dinner. “Take this and drive down to Dunkin’ Donuts in Clifton.”
“There’s like five Dunkin’ Donuts in Clifton,” I yawned.
“The one on Clifton Avenue.”
“The one across from the police station?”
“Exactly,” Rick confirmed. “A guy’ll meet you there. Black Range Rover. Just hop in, hand him the box, he’ll give you cash. Eighteen grand. Count it.”
“Now?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.
“He’ll be there in ten minutes. I can’t go myself, otherwise I would.”
I peaked in the box. “Okay.” I got up, got dressed, got in Rick’s beat up ’98 champagne Maxima, drove to Clifton, forgot to brush my teeth.
Everything went smooth. Back in 28 minutes.
“Here,” I handed Rick the cash. He peeled off five bills. “Pleasure doing business with you,” I said while putting the Washingtons in my pocket. Then went downstairs and back to sleep.
The next day I bought myself a squatty potty as a birthday gift. The thing is great. Nothing gets left behind if you know wat I mean. Nothing.
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What Their Magic Is Like
Bad Sanses Addition
(Plus my own addition to the Bad Sanses)
Dust
Blizzard Alignment
Dust’s magic is frigid to the touch and his body can dramatically drop in temperature when his LV begins to spike. Shortcutting with him feels like you’ve just been dumped into a pile of snow, and it can carry a sort of blanket-ish feeling if he considers you a friend– or more.
His bone attacks and Gaster Blasters shed snow sometimes– mostly during high-adrenaline moments. Like when his Gaster Blasters fire, a sort of freezing snow-like substance flares off of it before falling to the floor.
The Plasma his Gaster Blasters shoot is not hot, and instead feels like you’re being stabbed with hundreds of icicles and dumped in Antartica with no clothes on during winter.
His alignment causes his Font to sound like wind, things cracking and snapping under the weight of the snow, and sometimes the occassional rumble of thunder in the distance.
Horror
Heat Alignment
Horror’s magic is unstable and he used to be a Water Alignment before his injury. When he gets angry, the air around him will begin to drastically heat up. When his LV spikes, he’ll melt any snow around him in a five metre radius almost instantly.
His bone attacks and Gaster Blasters carry the exact same sort of air-simmering heat. During high-adrenaline moments, the heat he radiates can get so high that he begins to vapourise water.
When his Blasters shoot their Plasma, the air around them– and Horror himself– becomes supercharged with heat.
His Font sounds like things simmering and boiling, sometimes with steam-like whistles mixed in.
It’s usually not wise for Dust to be around him when he’s mad, as Blizzard and Heat alignments don’t mix well.
Killer
Magma Alignment
Killer’s magic is very unusual, and derives quite a bit from his canon abilities. A Magma Alignment is considerably rare, and is also assumed to be a result of some kind of corruption within the SOUL.
Killer sits at an average, just-above-naturally-warm temperature, but there’s always the feeling that something inside of his bones is a lot hotter.
Shortcutting with Killer feels akin to being dangled just above a volcanoes’ core. It’s got a weird “holy-fuck-you’re-falling-aaaa” vibe to it that can make you naseaus afterwards, too.
His bone attacks and Blasters are a lot hotter than his normal temperature. The beams of plasma his Blasters shoot often leave a kind of dripping, lava-like substance over whatever it touches.
The non-canon-compliant ability he has is that if you somehow manage to land a hit on him and make him bleed, lava will seep out of the wound before creating an obsidian crust over it. Killer is, for want of no better words, a tank due to his alignment.
His font sounds like something bubbling, sometimes as if there’s a lot of pressure in the sounds he’s making, and his snarls sounds like it’s been bass-boosted or something akin to it. Like something just gave under tons and tons of pressure.
Dust and Killer can fight together, but if they’re not careful their alignments will give each other backlash.
Cross
Storm Alignment
Cross’ magic carries a very staticy feeling to it. His shortcuts feel invigorating and kind of if you’ve just been shocked. His natural body temperature is slightly-colder-than-normal and when his LV spikes you can feel the static in the air.
His bone attacks are normal, if a tad bit colder than you’d expect, but his Blasters is where things are changed. Instead of beams of plasma, it’s beams of raw electricity that will leave an electrical effect on whatever it hits for a while.
His Font sounds like a storm– static-ish, rolling thunder, rain falling hard against the ground, wind howling.
He can also make it rain during a fight if he gets really pissed off.
Dust and Cross make a good combo, as Dust can turn any rain Cross generates into hail and Cross would still be able to summon lightningc to do big damage.
Nightmare
Sludge Alignment
Goopy guy to the core. Nightmare used to have an Earth Alignment before he went through what he did. It corrupted and became a Sludge Alignment, which has to be the most irritating Alignment one can have.
Nightmare is a massive tank, capable of taking almost anything anyone throws his way. Shortcuts with him feel like you’ve been placed in slime, but it doesn’t feel sticky. Just cold. Afterwards you’re left a bit colder than you were initially, but it’s nothing too bad.
Any attack he makes can get very messy. He can also create an unsual quicksand-like effect to the floor that locks you in place so that you can’t move or escape. His Alignment also allows him to sap away at other’s magic.
Slasher
(My own addition)
| Slasher was brought into the Bad Sanses when Killer found a weird mythology book of Nightmares and did a goofy little ritual, not actually expecting anything to come of it. Slasher, a Sans and the Godkiller himself, was summoned. |
Crystal Alignment
Slasher’s magic used to be a Magma Alignment in his early days before changing to a Crystal Alignment. He sits at an average temperature that is neither too cold nor too warm, which often feels unnatural and unnerving.
His shortcuts feel extremely disorientating, as if you were a piece of glass that’s just been shattered into a million pieces before being shoved back together. Your SOUL actually does shatter when you shortcut with him which is why it feels that way, but his magic shoves it back together and heals it to keep it at the original state it was in.
His bone attacks and Blasters carry an opal-like appearance to them, intensified when the Blasters actually let out a beam of plasma. Sometimes there’ll be a residue of crystals left behind on whatever the beam hit.
His font sounds unusually like a tinkling noise, sometimes like windchimes, and sometimes like things being crushed. There’s also a grating noise he can make that he very rarely does. A Crystal Alignment is very versatile and can battle well with any other alignment as it isn’t really affected by other elements.
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to the omnifamliy, what are your weakness? And your favorite drink
Upgrade: Electricity really hurts to me...Oh, and blueberry Gatorade is my favorite! XLR8: Slippery surfaces, and being bored. My favorite drink has to be Baja Blast Mtn Dew! Overflow: As ya know, water and electricity don't mix >_> And root beer always hits the spot! Wildvine: Fire burns me really bad. Green tea is my go-to drink! Grey Matter: To put it simply, I'm a thinker, not a fighter. I enjoy water myself :) Stinkfly: Sometimes I get a bit too excited about things, especially orange juice! My favorite drink. Diamondhead: Loud noises since I can crack if they're loud enough. Like Grey, water is all I need. Cannonbolt: It's hard to know where I'm going while rolled up at times. Chocolate milk for me! Heatblast: Water, need I say more there? For drinking, I like chugging down hot sauce! Four Arms: I break things on accident, which is always embarrassing. I've always liked lemonade!
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You make me Bloom
Authors Note: UUhhhhhh I'm not entirely sure how to write stuff, especially with the tumbr format so forgive any problems. This is part 1 of 2 for a fic about an OC of @soulkhunscompass (Calan) and my own OC (Tchort). A bit of background- 1) The scene is set with the pirate ship that they're on being attacked by Angels (the bad guys). 2) They're lovers in this fic, because I said so. 3) Also we love them dearly <3. That's all!! I hope you enjoy-
“GET DOWN” A woman’s voice screamed before being cut off by the sharp, metallic sound of a blade meeting another blade. Echoes of gunfire and swords meeting cutlass surrounded the action that had fallen upon the Angelus Reprobri. It was a mighty ship, large on the outside and even bigger on the inside. However, it made for an easy target in times of crisis. It was also an even easier target for the branch of angels that had descended upon the ship as the crew was leaving port. An explosion sounded off the side of the boat, ringing the ears of everyone who was within a twenty foot radius. Someone was firing the cannons. In the middle of the ship was a pair, scrambling for cover as a barrel was sent into splinters to the left of their position. The larger, a demon from the pits of Hell, lifted his arm to cover the shorter man. The other was a blonde with a staff held firm in his hand.
“Calan- you need to stay here.” Chips of wood bounced off of the demon’s skin, and he turned his head to stare at the blonde. His own black locks were thrown around with every sound that reverberated across the deck. 
“That will be the last thing I do. Stop babying me, I can help.” Calan’s attention was completely focused on an angel that was chasing down some other member of the crew. 
“I’m not babying you!” The larger man moved his forearms out into a half shrug and gestured to the mage. “There’s no storm, you physically can’t help as much as I think you want to-”
“Oh shut up Tchort, and let the kid work.” A new voice echoed and the staff in Calan’s hand upturned slightly, and moved just enough to make it known that the staff was the one scolding the oaf.
Tchort pursed his lips and looked up over the row of cover to examine the battlefield. There were at least 40 angels, all assorted in stature and abilities. Half of them could be seen on the deck, another 10 or 15 seemed to be trying to get down into the space under the hull. The remaining angels were high in the air, observing the chaos below. They ranged at different heights in the sky, putting themselves above the other fighters that were taking control of the ship. The Captain, a fallen angel named Blakely, was nowhere to be seen. In the distance across the ship, Tchort could just barely make out the giant of a woman. An elf, one of the first mates. At least there was some form of control being had in this chaos.
“The First Mate has this under control, Calan listen to me and just fucking hide.” Tchort ducked back behind cover and looked to his side to where Calan had once been. Now, the man was gone. With a gargle that was a mix between a shout and a groan, the demon pushed himself to his feet while breaking into a slight run. He stumbled as he finally scrambled to his feet, and he looked around the ship like a panicked mother looking for a lost child. 
Suddenly, there was an eruption of lightning that hit the deck. It sent sparks and electricity across the ship in a violet wave, stunning at least a dozen angels as well as dropping one of the angels that had previously been in the sky. The winged celestial bounced off the railing on the port side and spun in a limp fashion into the water below with a splash. As for the rest of the angels on the ship, they froze with slight horror at the feeling of being hit with the after effects of a lightning strike. Halfway across the ship stood the blonde mage atop a collection of barrels with his back to the demon. The end of the staff sparked with a quick crack of purple and white light, and a glow pulsed through the man’s veins. It was noticeable even from where Tchort stood. Calan turned his head slightly to look to the left, his irises violent in their purple color. His chest fell as he exhaled sharply. The exhilaration from letting his ability go wild seemed to rattle around his insides. Tchort could have sworn that with the exhale came a trace of smoke slipping through the grin of the blonde.
Noise on the ship had gone eerily quiet at that moment, but kicked back up as everyone seemed to remember where they were and what was currently going on. Angels on the deck who had been chasing pointless mice-like members of the crew now turned their attention onto the man who stood on the barrels. Calan seemed to be moving the staff once more for another attack, but not before a few angels would reach him. Suddenly, Tchort’s left side was wracked with a firm smack. A sword blade bounced off and clattered to the deck as an angel stumbled back behind the raven haired man. They didn’t seem to realize what trouble their sneak attack would get them into. With a roar of pure adrenaline, Tchort crouched and pivoted to throw a fist in the face of the angel that was behind him. Instead of bashing in the celestial’s skull, however, the demon opened his balled fist and grabbed the entirety of the angel’s head in a firm grip. Tchort was a giant in comparison to his assailant.
The angel was near 5 feet in height, and built like a stick. They were small. They were throwable. Their posture visibly recoiled as the demon dug his nails into the winged being’s hairline. They screamed and lifted their hands to claw at the forearm of the monster, and were met with resistance. It took effort to make the next move, but Tchort was irritated. Calan was his, there was no doubt about that. His mage, his blonde, his angel. Calan was everything to Tchort, and the devil himself would stop at nothing to keep his ray of purity and perfection safe. So why was it so hard for the blonde to listen to Tchort and hide during the attack? Rage bubbled in the large chest of the horned man, and it coursed through his veins. With a fluid motion, he pivoted once more to face back toward Calan’s position. His arm stiffened and lowered, dragging the angel with it. A cry for help sounded and the celestial’s wings puffed up and flexed as if they were trying to fly away. Tchort didn’t give them the chance. Like a piston, the arm of the demon turned and rotated, the tenseness switching out for a coil of nothing but muscle. With what could have been a snap of his wrist, he threw the angel in the direction of Calan. The celestial screamed and tried to flap as they were thrown, but it only caused their inevitable crash to hurt that much more. 
Behind the mage, two different angels approached. One reached toward the back of Calan’s leg, but never got the opportunity to touch. A crash sounded as the angel that Tchort had thrown connected with the pair, causing all three angels to tangle in a mess of wings and limbs. 
The blonde turned to look behind himself after letting off another blast. An eruption of lightning struck the ship in front of Calan but he now faced away from it, finding a new interest in the mangle of angels that piled up behind the barrels he was using as a stage. His eyes rose to meet Tchort’s as the demon approached in a half panicked jog.
“Where did you go?” The mage asked with a smile that was laced with pride. He seemed to be enjoying himself. All that came from the demon’s lips was an appalled sputter.
“Where did I go? You ran off-” 
“I was missing the fun-”
“You almost got ambushed.”
“...But I didn’t.” 
“Because I helped!!” The demon threw his hands into an exaggerated shrug and his fingertips split to make way for claws of bone. They were sharp and deadly when used correctly. 
“Good! Now do it more-” Calan laughed with not a care in the world, but something in his eyes made Tchort think that the care-free attitude would come at a price later down the line if they didn’t wrap up this fight sooner rather than later. The demon exhaled through his nose and turned to face the side that the mage couldn’t see. If Calan wouldn’t listen to him; then he would just have to make the blonde untouchable. Electricity pulsed once again and static was sent up the demon’s spine as a blast exploded from the end of the staff that Calan was waving. Tchort could have sworn he heard the staff say something to the mage, but he busied himself with KOing another winged assailant that came from the left instead of thinking too much. Feathers flew as the body dropped, bouncing on the wooden planks with a muted creak. The demon leaned over and grabbed the angel by the feet, grunting loudly as he threw them off the side of the ship. He waited for the splash before grabbing one of the three angels he took out before and doing the same to them. 
Getting them off the ship and into the water would waterlog their wings and make them unable to follow the crew- so long as the ship kept moving. As he turned back to grab another one of the angels, he was met with a wall of two more. ‘How many of these fuckers were there?’ They seemed to be endless. Though the only real reason was that they had given up trying to get below deck and were now focused on stilling the crew. The demon balled his fists and adjusted his feet to bounce lightly. He didn’t know much about fist to fist combat, but he knew that he hit like an absolute train. Hitting hard was about all that the crew could do here. None of them had the tools to really do any real damage to their attackers. 
One of the angels, a red head with a stupid haircut lunged to attack Tchort with a weapon that closely related a spear. It took a side step and a quick adjustment of his bones to divert the attack with a bone spike that protruded from the back of the demon’s wrist. The clang of metal hitting metal rang out again and Tchort took an opportunity to punch the red head right in the stomach after taking a step to get closer. They recoiled and the other angel, a man with a brown bob, made his own advance.
“You and this ship will be taken into custody. Give up now and we will spare a few lives for these traitors.” The man hissed out, and Tchort huffed.
“Yeah I don’t think so, buddy. This isn’t my ship, but I don’t plan on letting you do anything of the sort.” The demon moved forward and took a swing at the brunette, but the hit didn’t land. Now, the angel produced a sword that was previously hidden. The blade was dark, and glistened with an odd aura. With a frown, Tchort took a few steps back. For the first time in quite some time, his face twisted with seriousness. 
“Where did you get that?” His question came out in a low growl, and his eyes flickered from the blade to the Angel’s face. The celestial seemed pleased with the reaction, but didn’t say another word. As they continued their staredown, the demon was hit with another whack of the redheads staff from behind. Tchort turned slightly and reached out to grab the pole from their hands. He wrapped his claw around the staff and then felt a sharp pain split through his ribs on the opposite side. Tchort’s voice cried out in a deep rumble and he tore the spear from the red heads hands, hitting them across the head with it using nothing but brute strength. Their head gave a slight crack and their body fell to the ground. They weren’t dead at all, only sleeping. Now that they were out of the way, the demon had a second to look down at his ribs. He lifted his arm to reveal a gash that ran about six inches across his side and a good half centimeter deep. Dark crimson slowly drew a line down his skin from the corner of the wound. His pupils shrunk to be nearly pinpoint. 
“Hurts doesn’t it? I’m sure it will sting even worse when I’m done with you.” The angel’s voice was laced with venom and confidence. As if a switch had been flipped, Tchort lifted two fingers on his right hand to slightly smudge the blood coming from the wound. He was bleeding. The angel began to move to attack again, but the demon seemed more obsessed with the feeling of pain that was sending shocks through his nervous system. The brunette swung the blade again, this time aiming to embed it into Tchort’s right bicep, but he dodged and took only the tip of the blade through his shirt. As he circled the attack he moved his arm under the weapon and lifted it out of the way. It caught and he threw his hand out to the side, knocking the blade from the angel’s grip. It flew a few feet away and embedded itself in the wood of the ship as if it was the sword in stone. Tchort had yet to notice but it had made a smaller incision on his opposite forearm as it spun away. Now, he slipped his opposite hand along the chest of the celestial and took a grip of the cloth of his shirt, shoving him back against the railing of the ship’s edge. The demon’s breathing was heavy, and he brought the two bloodstained fingers to his tongue, licking a stripe off of them. His tongue stained red and the angel gripped at the wood behind himself. 
“Your ignorance and lack of skill is what got you killed. Remember that when you go crying back to your ‘God’.” With eyes focused on nothing but the blood that could be shed, Tchort took a firm step closer to the angel. His face was inches away, mere millimeters by the time that a scream broke him from whatever blood lust had been activated at the sight of his own blood. His frenzy was instantly stopped as the blood that was boiling ran cold. He turned just enough to glance behind himself at the location where Calan was. How long had it been since the last lightning strike? Why weren't there any loud explosions anymore? And why was it only now in this moment that Tchort realized that his hair wasn’t standing on end anymore from the electromagnetic field that had been created with every shock. The demon’s eyes pinned and focused to meet Calan’s.
Time moved twice as slowly as he witnessed the action of the celestials. A hand was wrapped around the blonde’s throat. A hand that wasn’t his own. And on his arm, and on one of his shoulders. Calan’s staff clattered to the ground as he was pulled back into a wave of feathers. His eyes were locked intently onto Tchort’s as if they were the only thing that he could cry out with. After making out the situation, there wasn’t a single thought that registered in the demon’s head. The angel he had been tormenting was no longer even a spark in his brain. Tchort watched as three separate angels grabbed onto Calan and tore him down from the barrels, throwing him onto the ground with a loud crack. 
That crack was one of the last things that Tchort heard before hell broke loose.
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jamcookies-bakery · 2 years
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For a anonymous request, I accidentally posted it too early so I don’t have the request anymore
Thaddius x m!reader | baking together
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Content warnings: mention of nightmares, fluff, cute shit
Word count: 983
You wake at the feeling of thaddius shaking you, you were having a bad dream, you must’ve been making noises because of it. You and thaddius have been dating for a few months now, he’s always gotten worried when he sees you having bad dreams. Your startled when you see him, you jump up and crawl back on the bed.
“Hey hey hey, it’s just me, baby, don’t worry”
his voice is soft and gentle, he pulls you into a hug and rubs your back.
“Don’t worry, I’m here”
he places a soft kiss on the side of your forehead. You sigh and look at the clock, 2 pm, he must’ve let you sleep in, you’ve been working hard in your job, todays your day off.He pulls away and cups you face in his hands
“Hey, I bought a cake baking kit when I was at the store, do you wanna make that? Maybe take your mind off things?”
He strokes your face with his thumb, you nod He smiles and gets up, he places another kiss on your head before going to the kitchen. You rub your eyes and yawn, still in your clothes from yesterday, you’ve been having nightmares since you can remember, it’s been a big part of your life but thaddius helps you through it, even if it also scares him.
You slip on a new shirt and pants then go in the kitchen, he’s in there, he has half of his hair in a ponytail and a oversized apron on.
“All of your aprons are really big”
you giggle and wrap your arms around him, lightly swaying back and forth as he reads the instructions
“preheat oven to 350”
he slips out your arms and goes to the oven
“(y/n) can you get the ingredients out as I do this”
“of course, honey”
you rub the side of his arm and get the eggs and butter out
“I have a funny feeling we’re gonna make a mess”
you mumble, earning a laugh from him
“it’ll be fine, as long as we have fun”
he comes back over and pulls a large mixing bowl out
“mix cake mix, water, butter and eggs in large bowl, easy enough”
you get a measuring cup out and measure 1 cup of water, you pour it in the bowl, thaddius cuts the stick of butter in half and also puts it in the bowl, you wrap your arms around thaddius from behind, you place your hands on his, helping him crack eggs into the bowl
“I don’t have a electric mixer, could you mix if I get tired”
he looks at you from over his shoulder with puppy dog eyes, you giggle
“of course, baby, don’t worry about it”
he nods and pours the cake mix in the bowl, you lay your head on his shoulder, thaddius starts mixing the batter, going so fast that cake powder goes everywhere
“thaddius! Jeez!” You giggle,
he laughs “sorry! I don’t do this often” you sign and slip off him,
“let me see”
he gives you the whisk, you get back to work with the batter, going at a even pace, his eyes are glued on you, they’ve basically been turned into hearts by now, he thinks you are the most beautiful person he’s ever seen, he cannot wait to marry you one day, maybe adopt a kid and a few dogs. He’s so caught up in his mushy thoughts to notice your done mixing until you lightly smack the batter covered whisk on the side of his face, getting batter all over him, he shrieks, followed by a laugh
“what the hell!”
he wipes the batter off his face and tries to rub it on yours, but you put your arms up in time “your a asshole, (y/n)” he giggles
“you know you love me” you mock, he nods
“I do”
he pecks you lips before getting back to the cake, he pours the batter in the baking tray
“okay, this says it’ll take…30-35 minutes!! That’s so long!” He has a shocked look on his face,
“it’s really isn’t THAT long, baking takes time baby” you rub his back
“I know…but cookies take like 10 minutes, I don’t get how this is different”
“it’s much bigger, we can figure out how to pass the time”
he sighs and puts the tray in the oven, he sets the timer for 33 minutes “come on, hun”
you take his hand, you walk to the couch and sit on it, he sits next to you, you get the remote and put on a movie, his favorite, he gasps
“all this for little old me?” He puts his hand on his chest with a over exaggerated shocked expression
“anything for the most beautiful boy in the world” you kiss his forehead, he lays his head on your shoulder
He shakes his head “I think your confusing me with you” he intertwines his hand in yours
“whatever you say, thaddius”
you start to dose off as you hear the alarm going off, the cake is done, you try to get up as you notice thaddius is asleep of your shoulder, you softly lift his head up and lay it on the cushion, you get back in the kitchen and take the cake out, carefully putting it in the fridge.
you come back to the living room, thaddius still sleeping on the couch, you shake his shoulder lightly “thaddius…baby, do you wanna decorate the cake?”
He groans out a “no”
“no? You just wanna sleep?”
“Yes”
you chuckle “okay, baby”
you lift him up lightly, you lay on the couch, he snuggles up on top of you, his head on your chest, you drift off back to sleep, rubbing his arm, you know you have to finish the cake, but all that mattered in that moment was thaddius, your love, your only love.
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melodythebunny · 1 year
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😭😭😭
Pls is there a happy ending??
Uhhh sorta???
I got two endings for this Au so far. Neutral and bad. (I say neutral bc there is a death mentioned. Don't worry is nobody we know)
First bad then neutral:
(Carrie Au endings)
Bad end-
Why did this happen? Why was Carrie covered in blood? How could they have come so late?
When he touched her, her skin was cold, when he looked into her half open eyes, they were dull, the life had been snuffed out like a candle.
This shouldn't have happened. This COULDN'T be possible. Right…?
He called out to her, but she never responded, Adam and Teresa had to hold him back when he tried to hold her lifeless body.
Steven was sure he was screaming, but to his own ears it sounded like he was screaming underwater.
This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair to her, she had never done anything wrong! 
So why?
WHY!?
His head ached and throbbed as he tried to stand up straight. In that long moment as she was being taken away, He found himself numb. He could vaguely feel arms pulling him into a hug.
how could the best night of their lives turn into the worst?
neutral end- 
“…Miss?"
Carrie blinked.
"How many fingers am I hold up?"
She blinks again not quite registering what was going on.
All she remembers is arriving at school for prom. the shock and awe when her name was called onto the stage. Standing next to Steven as they were crowned. The other students applauding them…
and then-
Bloodshed.
blank.
"How many fingers am I hold up?" The officer repeats and this time she hears.
“two…" She croaks. Her throat stung, like she had been screaming before.
"Your name kid?"
"car..caroline"
The officer nods as they scribbled something down on their notepad. "age?"
Her eyes darting around. Looking for a familiar face or another person at least.
"16"
Red and blue lights lit up the parking lot broadly showing other vehicles and a crowd forming nearby.
"where's…?" she trails off, her voice giving out. Steven…Adam? Teresa?
Where were any of them?
“Don't worry your friends are safe."
carrie shuffles unfomfortably. she felt sticky and overall gross. Glancing down at herself, she could see something red caked onto her dress and top half of her body. It reeked of death.
She wanted to vomit.
A water fall of blood falling onto her.
She found Teresa and Adam getting their statement taking by a couple other officers.
Carrie's light emerald eyes meet his dark mocha ones and her golden yellow ones.
Adam opened his mouth to say something but Teresa beat him to it.
"Carrie-" she began.
"Where's steven?"
The 17 year olds shared a look with the other one. Both of their faces grew solemnly. 
the ginger wanted to see what was going on behind them. Despite their best attempt to block her view she still caught sight of steven.
He was being pulled into an ambulance, A big gash on his forehead was visible from where she stood. And he looked pale.
The bucket hitting his head with sickening crack.
"Hey! Hey!"
Carrie's eyes snapped towards Adam. They stung and she could feel tears threatening to fall.
“Look at us. Everything is going to be ok." He adds softly. There was pain in his eyes as well. Truth be told they were all distraught.
"he's-" she swallowed back a sob. "Is he-?" she didn't dare finish the sentence. 
"Steven isn't dead, he just had a concussion." Teresa reassured shaking her head. She pulled the shorter teen into an embrace not carrying about the blood.
A loud chorus of laughter.
Students and teachers a like, OR rather what was left of them, sat around and sobbed. They lost too many people in less than a hour.
Faulty wiring, they said. One of the paper banners were hung too closely to it. Perfect recipe for an electrical fire. In the panic many students were trampled and injured. 
Someone knocked of over the water coolers spilling liquid everywhere. Its a known fact that electricity and water shouldn't mix.
Hardly anyone made it out alive.
“Don't blame yourself for this."
Her gaze cold and distant watching the fire engulfing everything in her path
"This was out of anyone's control. Understand?"
Carrie finds herself nodding.
Despite it all feeling so OFF…
...so WRONG-
 she nods.
they weren't lying. Why would they anyways? It had been a freak accident. Nothing more. What mattered was that they were mostly okay.
They managed to hitch a ride in the same ambulance Steven was in since they couldn't exactly call a ride at the moment.
Adam had lost his phone inside, which ment it most likely was destroyed. Teresa couldn't get a signal on hers.
And carrie, well she didn't have one at all.
Without any way to contract their parents, worry was steadily eating away at them.
The three friends just looked from the vehicle's window at the still burning school building. It got smaller and smaller as they got father and farther away…
teresa is @ninjastormhawkkat 's oc
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mattiecreepypasta · 2 years
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Lmao...okay I read up a little bit on Mattie and she seems like an absolute feral gremlin and I am living for it....
Do you have anymore info on Mattie that I should know about?
yeah of course I'll try to give as much information I can
So Mattie is known to joke the f_ck out
literally probably has jump scared some of the pastas
alot people assume she's unmature yet she's more mature than most of them
most likely friends with sally,lazari,ben
if ever drunk expect this gurl to be so confused and clingy basically becoming a clingy bunny drunk
Generally does her missions well
she's seen to either be 5'2 or 4'11 cause short b!tch-
She gets assumed to listen to rap music duo to her nature yet in reality shes far from it like her playlist it includes india love story,are you satisfied,like my father,90s kid, Victoria's secret,pain,I hate everything about you,fallen angel,video game lover, electric love,how do you love someone?,devil town,boys will be bugs,to all the boys I loved before, carousel,rabbit hole,mad hatter,parents,nurses office,Paris,sick boy,broken hearts club,bad at love,sorry,older, pretending,water fountain,stressed out, sweater heather,it took me by surprise,anxiety,hot gurl bummer, just friends,body, And many more
Her favorite singers are probably JAX, Halsey, chainsmokers,NF, Melanie Martinez,blackbear, twenty one pilots,Alec Benjamin
from how she dresses her aesthetics are probably grunge,90s kid,or a mix of both
Most likely falls hard if she finds a lover
Mostly hanging out with masky which earns her teasing from Ben
has secretly snuck pets into the mansion 3 times
use to be a babysitter
Generally seems cracked out half the time
is secretly the definition of "looks happy probably sad"
Literally scared to fall in love duo to her nature
Probably loves these lyrics "and you want me to change?! F_ck you!","why did you steal my cotton candy heart?","we're a freak show","it's all fun and games till someone falls in love but you already bought a ticket and there's no turning back now","BACKSTABBER",Jeanie why ya gotta tell them about my s_x life?"
Probably a huge bottom
probably can be naive
Hugs for life from bish
Probably the best therapist you could turn to for help since she's seen it all
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maguro13-2 · 7 months
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Club Firestone : REOPEN Pt.6
Kohaku : [groans in pain] Ow...That landing impact hurts. [cracks back] That was one hell of a ride.
Senku : Is everyone alright? We made ourselves a clear landing on whatever parts of Canada is.
Tamaki : So not worth it on how it works before.
Kohaku : Cool, So this is Canada. It's nice, beautiful, and...[starts panicking] We're stuck here! This was a huge mistake landing here! How did we got here! There's no food, there's no wifi! There's no electricity around these parts! We're lost, we're trapped in! Stuck in on this archipelago in the parts of Canada, with Senku and Tamaki on my side?! [Tamaki waving "hello"] Oh this is the worst day of my life! Now I'm gonna spend the rest of my life with this place as my eternal hellhole! [sobbing] WHY-Y-Y-Y!? Well, it's gonna be a while since we got here to British Columbia. I mean look around us, we're on this island of the archipelago, surrounded by water, and there aren't signs of boats or signals on this place. All we could do is to wait for help.
Tamaki : Don't push your luck out, I mean were in Canada and this is the perfect opportunity for us hang out in this adventure. It may not be the worst of it.
Senku : You'll be happy to know since were on the archipelago near the main of the canadian province, you'll give yourself a nature girl in the wilds or maybe that you may have jungle friends give you friendly phone calls.
Kohaku : Whaaaat?...Well, this is the end of me. I am going to officially end my life now. [pulls out a spear and attempts to commit suicide]
Tamaki : No, no, no, it is not the end of your life, Kohaku. It's not how we managed to give in ourselves and face death with it.
[Senku is shown building coffins]
Senku : Wait a sec, it's not the end of her life. What's that?
Tamaki : Look alive guys. We still have our own clubs that are needed in operation!
Kohaku : Yeah, but we don't have any members for our clubs. We got separated since we accidentally went into that shack and flew us into Canada. How do we reopen a club if there is no club? But not sure if we manage to come up with an idea.
*DING!*
[Windmill Village Mode 3 - Mariko Nanba]
Tamaki : Hey, I got it! I've got an idea!
Senku : Really? What's that idea of yours?
Tamaki : What if we should start a new club of our own? What if we combine science and fire safety together?
Kohaku : Well, that's certainly a genuine fact that we should start a new club of our own? Maybe, that's not a half bad idea! Of course we could start a club of our own! So, you still figure what will it be the name of our club?
Tamaki : [thinking] Let me think. Hmmm...I can't quite put my finger on wether do I want a put name for our club. Is it something that is way off...or...something that is proper. What name should we call it? A club's name should be combing fire and stone. But I really need to think that it's name should be the mix of Fire Safety and Science together! [determined] I think that I know that should I name a club of our own!
Kohaku : What did you think of the name of our club?
Tamaki : Let's just say that I came up something special for our little crossover friendship! Needless to say, I get things checked twice on my to-do list! So...I decided that I combine our names from Fire Force and Dr. Stone to combine a name for our club that we ever made. Starting from this day, we are calling it "Club Firestone"!
Kohaku : Huh?..."Club Firestone"? Is that the new name of our club?
Tamaki : Gladly!
Senku : [chuckles] So much for a cat girl like you. You sure know how to come up with a name like that. Fire Safety and Science can combine for a full price! This is our moment to shine!
Kohaku : How about it? That sounds like a good idea, if this would be fair enough to start a new club, then why did you say so? Let's get this club started to a new beginning! It's time to reopen our very own club!
[Awakening - Teruhiko Nakagawa]
Tamaki : Right!
Senku : So am I! [put out their hands together to form an oath]
Kohaku : From this day on, I hear by announce ourselves that as of today...Club Firestone Is open for business!
"Meanwhile at the Fire Station..."
[clock ticking]
Maki Oze : Oh...I'm gonna knock some sense into her when she gets back.
~ CLUB FIRESTONE BEGINS NOW ~
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larsendixon92 · 1 year
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chealsea1950sbaker · 1 year
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1950's Cream Cheese Pound Cake
The morning sun beams through the windows of my small apartment. My apartment feeling warm and toasty which is not typically for early November. Living in Canada we see our first snow fall in mid October. Its early November and the temperatures are in the mid-teens. Still sweater weather, but thats globe warming I guess.
This morning I was proud of myself, normally I leave everything to the last minute. If I'm not doing it the day its due I wont be motivated to work. However this morning I began making my cream cheese pound Which sounds good but also weird for someone who doesn't like cake. The sponge texture of pound cake in my mouth just makes me want to puke. Cake seems easy to make, easier then cookies and at least my boyfriend will eat it.
As I began to pull my ingredients out of the fridge, I glad a cold block of cream cheese and set in on my warm counter top. Next I glad a stick of butter. Eying the green tin foil label, about to unwrap it. I noticed the gold writing on the greasy stick. "Garlic and Herb Butter" How could I be so dumb. This isnt butter! Its garlic butter! At least I noticed before placing it into the bowl. This means I have to go back to the local grocery store. Once returning home again, I began my cake making experience.
Looking at the recipe off my phone, the picture looks like a torn piece of paper. It asks for one stick stick of butter, 2 sticks on margarine. I start thinking to myself, "whats the differences between butter and margarine? Why do I need both?" A block of cream cheese 3 cups of sugar, 3 cups of flour, one teaspoon of vanilla, one teaspoon of lemon and 6 eggs. 6 EGGS! Why so many eggs. I have never used more than 3 eggs before. Feeling confused, I continue reading. The recipe just tells me to add all ingredients and mix. I began with the hard block or cream cheese and stick of butter. Then I guess how much 2 sticks of margarine would be. I reach for the bag of sugar, adding 3 cups to the clear plastic bowl. Next the 6 eggs. Cracking each egg of the counter and dropping the egg yolk into the bowl. Before I add flour, I began to mix. I do not own and electric mixer, which would be a good investment. Mixing by hand isnt bad when the mix is easy. With the hard blocks it was impossible to get the clumps of butter and cream cheese out. I kept mixing. Mixing until my right hand began to cramp. Nothing was working.
I added one cup of flour then I mixed. My hand was in pain. I added another cup of flour, my hand begins to throb. Still clumps. I throw the bowl into the microwave for 15 second. Take the mild warm bowl out, mixed. Repeat. Still clumps of cream cheese. I give up. I added another cup of flour and the lemon and vanilla. I mixed for another minute as thats all my hand could take. Then I add the cake batter into my pink cake pan. Then Oven has been pre-heat at 325. The warmth from the oven hits my face was I open the oven door. I place the pink cake pan on the top rack and allow it to bake. It requires the bake for 1 hour and 30 minutes which the last 30 minutes it needs to be covered.
The cake is in the oven, walking to the bathroom, run the hot water and take a hot shower. The hot water turns my pale skin red. The walls are moist, water dripping down them. As I dry off, I can smell the cake. I lost track of time. The scent takes me to the kitchen. I open the hot oven door. The cake looking golden. I pull it out of the oven, place it on the stove allowing it to cool. The strong smell on lemon hits my nose, making my stomach turn. I keep myself busy as the cake is cooling. Once done cooling I cut a slice. Still warm and moist, sunshine yellow with chucks of cream cheese. It taste just like a creamy lemon cake. As for someone who doesnt like cake, this cake was not bad and I believe a success!
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glassincatlanta · 1 year
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DEICING YOUR WINDSHIELD IN THE WINTER
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Windshield replacement and repairs are more frequent during the winter months in Atlanta as a result of the falling temperatures and the potential for ice. Ice is a safety hazard and it is important to properly remove it in order to prevent costly repairs. In the article below, we will give you some suggestions for this winter and go over how to clear your windshield effectively and safely.
DEFROST WINDSHIELD
The best place to begin removing ice from your windshield is by starting the car or truck and allowing it to warm up with the defroster on. As the motor's temperature climbs, the defroster will help to thaw the ice. According to AAA, simply set the vehicles climate control system to defrost and if your car or truck is fitted with an electrically heated windshield, turn that on also.
DEICING SOLUTION
During the time the vehicle is warming up, it is a good time to spray the windshield with a commercial deicer that contains methanol. These products can be found in most auto stores and purchased for about $20.00. Take note that these chemicals also contain pet-hazardous ethylene glycol so be certain to store them properly. In case you do not have any available, don't worry! There are basic household chemical products you can use to create a do-it-yourself deicer. What you will need to have is isopropyl rubbing alcohol, water, dish soap, and a spray bottle. Mix two parts alcohol, one part water, and 1/2 a teaspoon of dish soap for every two cups in the bottle. Next, spray the ice on your windshield. Whenever you are done spraying the solution, don't store it in your car because it will lose its effectiveness. AAA says, "The isopropyl alcohol sold in stores ranges from 50 to 90 percent purity. Higher purity provides a lower freezing point and better deicing capability and a few drops of dish soap added to the mixture will act as a surfactant to help coat the ice more evenly."
PLASTIC WINDSHIELD SCRAPPERS
Do not use a metal scrapper to remove ice from your windshield. Metal scrappers can damage your windshield wipers and scratch the glass, leading to a higher likelihood of the glass cracking. Plastic ice scrapers, windshield wipers, soft brushes and squeegees are the preferred tools for scraping. If your car's defroster is blowing warm air now and you have applied a deicing product, then simply begin scrapping away the ice. Clear it away so that you have a clear view through the entire piece of glass. You can also apply these methods to your automobiles side and rear windows.
ICE PREVENTION
If you are aware that bad weather is approaching, the best way to deal with ice is to prevent it. An easy way to prevent ice building up on your vehicle is to cover it with a tarp, sheet, or even a large towel. Secure the cover by using the wiper blades, weights, or magnets. Remember that if you are going to use a cover on your motor vehicle, if it is not a car specific fabric then there is a significantly greater possibility of it scratching and harming your paint. For that reason, try to only use this approach when a small amount of snow is anticipated. AAA recommends that if you plan to use a cover to prevent ice, then it should be soaked in one quart of water and one tablespoon of salt. This will make it easier to remove and aid in its ability to prevent ice. They also specify that you can stash the damp cover in a plastic bag in between uses. Another technique for preventing ice from accumulating is to mix your own pretreatment. Just simply mix three parts white vinegar and one part water inside a spray bottle and spray your windshield the night before. Right after you spray the glass, wipe it away because leaving it on the windshield can likely cause micro pitting.
THERMAL SHOCK AND WINDSHIELD REPLACEMENT
Avoid using hot or room temperature water to remove ice from your vehicle's windshield. Pouring water on the ice produces thermal shock and leads to cracked glass. Similarly, never use a torch of any type to melt away ice. The winter weather brings about power outages, motor vehicle crashes, and snow days. It's also the time of the year that most people in Atlanta will start searching for their snow brush or ice scrapper from last year. If you plan to go out after a freeze, remember to set time aside before you leave to clear your vehicle's windshield. In the event that your vehicle's glass cracks, call us today and speak with our team at Glass Inc. to learn about windshield replacement and repairs! Read more. 
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