#Backyard Cooper Burgers

[wishfulwithwine]

Do You Love Me - Hangman

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Female Civilian Wife Reader

WARNING: Mostly fluff. Some sexual references

SONG: “Do You Love Me” by The Contours

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After everyone had finally gotten on ground from the mission, went back to their respective homes and cleaned off, Maverick invited everyone to a backyard BBQ to relax before the later night celebrations at Hard Deck. He sent out a group text to the team if they were bringing anyone, but making it known that this was a small affair. His backyard wasn’t huge.  

Some people replied they weren’t bringing anyone, but Maverick estimated that if he bought 25 total burgers and buns, they would not go to waste. The aviators he knew would go through at least 2 per person. He didn’t have much time to get side dishes, and he figured if people did bring food, he’d be happy to not cook for a few days.

“Maverick! Where do you want these?” Rooster asked, carrying two cases of beer as he made his way to the backyard. Maverick smiled, gesturing over with his hand to the cooler with ice that was off to the side. Rooster nodded, setting them down, but taking two and opening them for him and Maverick. 

It was like Rooster broke the dam of people arriving, because it wasn’t a half an hour past that almost everyone had arrived. Penny and Amelia had arrived afterwards, followed by Coyote and Fanboy. Then Phoenix and Bob arrived.

“Is he trying to make a grand entrance or something?” Phoenix asked, sarcastically, as they noticed that Hangman was the only one missing from the party. Everyone was sitting or standing close to the grille where Maverick was cooking. Rooster rolled his eyes. 

“I wouldn’t be surprised” Bob said, as everyone just chuckled.

Suddenly, they heard his voice, as well as someone else’s.

“Wait, did Hangman actually bring someone?” Rooster asked, looking over to Maverick who simply shrugged.

“Your savior is here!” Hangman shouted, when he entered the backyard. The group looked over to him, shocked as they saw holding a baby in a wrap on his front, with a cakecontainer in his arms. Then you stepped out next to him, looking a few months pregnant, holding the hands of  two young twin boys. You shook your head at Jake’s expression. 

“I’m so sorry we’re late. The twins didn’t want to cooperate” You said, before looking around at the people. “Where should we put the cake?” 

Everyone still was shocked, jaws dropped and not moving, just staring at the couple.

“Mommy” one of the boys whined, twisting and squirming on your arm, wanting to run around the backyard. You looked down and shot him a glare. 

“Stop that now or else I’ll take you home right now and leave you with a babysitter. You won’t be having any of that cake we made and you won’t be spending time with your dad and his friends” You said, in a light threatening tone, which instantly caused him to stop.

“Sorry, I’ll take the cake into the kitchen so it can be cool until we’re ready. Rooster, man the grille” Maverick said, the first to snap out of the surprise, handing the metal tongs to Rooster, before leading you into the house. You smiled, Jake following him into the kitchen as you took the boys over to the huddled group.

“Hi! I’m so sorry if we’re so surprised, but Jake never mentioned you…I’m Natasha, or Phoenix” Phoenix said, not in a jealous way but more curious. Chuckling, you nodded.

“Yes, don’t ask me why but he likes to keep his thoughts separate or something like that. I’m Y/N. Boys do you want to introduce yourself?” You said, knowing if they didn’t meet them now, the twins wouldn’t have any more patience. You looked at the boys awaiting.

“Hi I’m Tyler Seresin and I’m 4” Tyler said.

“Hi I’m Tommy Seresin and I’m 4” Tommy said. The group just looked at the boys with smiles.

“Alright, thank you boys. Now you can go play. Just stay in the backyard, don’t hurt yourself or someone else, and be polite” You said, as you let go of their hands and they all but took off running, chasing each other. You sighed, watching them for a second, before turning to the group with a smile.

“I’d give you a beer since it looks like you need it, but I’ll give you a chair instead. I’m Javy, or Coyote” Javy said, pulling over a lawn chair for you.

“Thank you. Those two are usually good, but when Jake’s around, there’s no controlling their energy” You said, sitting down.

“Oh god, mini Hangmen’s?  I’m Bradley, or Rooster. ” Rooster said, as the group, including you, laughed. The rest of the team took this opportunity to introduce themselves quickly, shaking your hand. 

“I’m so glad this next one is a girl, finally. Jake’s got Danny on him” You said, rubbing your belly, thinking about your baby growing inside.

“I mean, you on your way to getting a whole dagger team” Bob said.

“That’s the plan” Jake interrupted before you could say anything. You raised an eyebrow at him, but he kissed your lips softly, easing your anger.

“You plan on carrying some of these babies?” You replied when you broke your kiss. Jake, as well as the rest of the group laughed.

“Hi, I’m Pete Mitchell, but call me Maverick” Maverick said, introducing himself to you before he went back behind the grill.

“Thank you for inviting us, and I apologize for the delay. As I told the others, the twins are menaces when his dad’s around” You said.

“Just like his dad” Rooster joked, as everyone laughed except Jake, who just rolled his eyes with a smile.

“So, how long have you two been married?” Phoenix asked.

“The twins are 4, so 5 years? I got pregnant with them right after our honeymoon” You said.

“Right after Academy graduation. I’ve known and loved her my whole life” Jake said, with an adoring smile. You smiled back at him, watching him as he carried Danny and drank a beer.

“So, how did you manage to stay with Hangman? I mean, no offense” Natasha asked and you chuckled, thinking back on the memory.

“Oh it’s a funny story really” You said, giggling as you watched Jake’s face turn a bit red in embarassment.

“Is Hangman actually blushing?” Bob asked.

“Oh I really want to hear this” Rooster said, leaning forward in interest.

“I’ve known Jake my whole life. Our parents were close friends, and I could say he was my best friend. I didn’t like him like that though until my debutante ball” You said, as Jake rolled his eyes. 

“I need another beer for this story” He said, reaching over to crack open another one.

“I love this story. You were such a romantic” You said, with a teasing smile.

“Were a romantic? Too bad you can’t get more pregnant” Jake replied with a smirk. You shook your head.

“Hangman a romantic?” Coyote asked, pushing for you to finish your story.

“Yes, he really wanted to be my date to the debutante ball, but Jake was a terrible dancer. So I said no” You said, shrugging your shoulders. “I wasn’t going to get my foot stepped on all night for so many hours, to be with Jake who was just my best friend. But Jake wouldn’t take no for an answer so he learned how to dance, made a huge scene in school, and then I said yes” 

“What did he do?” Bob asked.

“Why are all the tables pushed to the side?” You asked, looking at the cafeteria with your friends, as you all entered for lunch. Everyone was looking at the same area, confused as you were. Then, out of the crowds, you saw Jake walking towards the middle with one of his friends off to the side of the empty circle, with a CD player. You looked surprised, wondering what was going on, as Jake was scanning the room, looking for someone before he locked eyes on you and smiled widely. 

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you take me as your date, now that I can dance?” He said, before motioning to his friend to hit play and reaching his arm to you, as he walked over, pulling you into the middle of the empty cafeteria. 

”Wow Hangman, I’m impressed” Maverick admitted, as the rest of the team nodded.

“I wasn’t letting anyone else be her date. She’s the love of my life. Absolutely perfect and I’d be an idiot to not do everything I could for her” Jake admitted, making your cheeks flush a bit. He shot you a wink, knowing later on what that comment would get him - albeit it was the truth and he would do anything to make you happy. 

“That’s so romantic” Natasha all but cooed.

“I want to see this! Come on Hangman, show her you still got it” Fanboy said, and soon the whole group was encouraging him. Jake looked at you, visually asking if you would want to.

You gave a sigh, getting out of your chair as the group cheered.

“Penny can you hold Danny?” Jake asked, thinking she’d be the safest bet as she had a kid of herself.

“You don’t trust the rest of us, Hangman?” Rooster teased.

“Nope. Can you play Do You Love Me?” Jake asked, before taking your hand and guiding you a few steps away from the group so you two could dance.

He took you into his arms, gently holding you tightly, looking down into your eyes. You could always get lost staring into those eyes of his. 

You broke my heart

‘Cause I couldn’t dance

You didn’t even want me around

And now I’m back

To let you know

I can really shake ‘em down

Do you love me?

I can really move

Do you love me?

I’m in the groove

Now do you love me?

Do you love me

Now that I can dance

It didn’t take long before the twins noticed your dancing, and cut in, distracting the two of you. 

“Wow Hangman, you got moves!” Coyote cheered, as you two made your way back to the group. Jake kissed you, sitting in your chair, before bringing you to sit on his lap. 

“I’m impressed” Rooster admitted, looking at the couple. 

#hangman x y/n #hangman fanfiction #jake seresin #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader #hangman fluff #hangman top gun #top gun fanfiction #top gun #top gun maverick #one shot #one shot series

[satanicmoss]

And besides Rachel, it’s my understanding that all of those guys already called you guys dogs

You can’t get away from your father now

Because you wanted to be a piece of garbage for the rest of your life so now you get to sleep with your father with his very tiny dick and you get to harass people until medical doctors murder you

That is some life hooker

Yeah, we need to all scoot over so that you have space to run your cock sucker, pretending to be the new me

Love it

Right no you’re not going to impress Rihanna either

I’m not impressed by Rihanna myself

A lot of people have needed to adjust their attitudes about a lot of things but it was weird like when I didn’t have to ask for any kind of help you know when I woke up the next day or whatever something is very terribly wrong so I think that you could run your cock sucker to Rihanna if you wanted to, but I don’t think she’s going to believe you or help you

And that’s kind of key Alex because I’m not going to put up with ugly hookers like you

I’m not going to put up with ugly hooker wannabees like Rachel



I don’t honestly believe these are people who are worth keeping alive and I do believe that Joy Cooper is aware of the fact that these are not human beings

I don’t care if it’s Rachel or Billy, or any of these other ravioli eating white trash people they are very obsessed with being other people they are not. They have retarded parents.

And they have narcissistic personalities

They will come up to you in your backyard and try to tell you I am the new you, because I am so ugly and trashy shut up and scoot over ugly bitch

And I am going to make sure that most people with ADHD are actually killed sadly

I can relate to some aspects of ADHD, but I don’t have any interest in saving the lives of retards like Alex or Rachel

Probably because of the race schism and the extreme jealousy I don’t believe that there are any reasons for you guys to stay alive. I said racism.

And honey, you and your father are going to have to try with an arsenal you don’t possess

And I’m not your property you fucking hooker, but you can have your clitoris cut out

I will call a friend from west Africa and we will take care of you Rachel

I can’t put up with trash like you anymore and I don’t have to

You are not special your body does not matter, and your mind is filled with childish garbage

As soon as your parents are dead, you and your brother will both be sold to Mexican overseers

Maybe before

That will never be yours

And I’m really really really tired of having to tell the same group of white hookers about boundaries

No honey I’m not Deborah and you’re not the new me

I’m not afraid obviously of the burger ass garbage and I’m really sad that people lied about you guys having brains

And I think that maybe some of those people only meant well, but they were retarded as are you guys

And I don’t believe you guys have a place in the future. I’m sorry that people told you guys autism was the future that’s not true that never was true.

Most of the people with autism are unable to learn they cannot be taught and they will continue to practice racism until they are killed as far as your pathetic belief that you and your father are the darkest entities in America

Honey nobody cares about your pathetic beliefs you don’t really have any beliefs, except for the ones that you borrow from me

Probably for the aesthetic for the cover

She’s making fun of me, and I acted old

Bullshit nobody cares about youwhite supremacy trash

More importantly, there’s not anybody who’s going to listen to a dumb white bitch you are ugly

People are tired of supporting ugly trash like you

[brandonancone]

Ground beef mixed with egg, Worcestershire sauce, and Parmesan cheese gives you tasty burgers for the grill.

#Backyard Cooper Burgers #Backyard #Cooper #Burgers

[kaunis-sielu]

Fire Dogs: 4

It turns out that you didn’t break anything just deeply bruised. Steve brings you home and you feel terrible that he’s wasted his whole night on you and your drama.

“Do you wanna stop and pick up something to eat?”

“No, I’ve got dinner planned. As long as you’re okay waiting for dinner.”

“You’re supposed to take it easy.” He reminds you gently.

“Yea, it’s just Spaghetti. Easy.”

“Come on Fawn, you heard Dr. May, you have to take it easy.”

“I’m right handed, I’ll be fine to put some noodles into hot water and heat some sauce.” You argue and he sighs heavily as he slows to a stop at a stoplight.

“Can you just humor me for one night?” He asks giving you some serious puppy dog eyes. You feel that little prickle of an Alpha command but he doesn’t, like he’d promised.

“Fine. But you don’t get to pay.”

“Woah woah. Now that’s not the deal.”

“That’s the deal.” You argue and Steve glances over at you with an affectionate glare.

“Fine. Has anyone ever told you you’re bossy for an Omega?” He sighs heavily before asking, “What do you want?”

You end up picking up burgers at a little takeout place called Stan’s and eating them at home. Dinner with Steve is fun. He’s smart and charming and you enjoy spending time with him. When you’re done with dinner you grab your Stark Pad and head up to your room. You hear Steve in the shower and you manage to struggle out of your shirt and into your pajamas. You’re supposed to take some painkillers but you’ve got to be up for Sam in a few hours so you don’t.

You’re in way more pain when you wake up at 3:30. You wrap your robe around yourself and open your door. Much to your surprise both Steve and Sam are waiting outside your door.

“You owe me twenty bucks.” Steve says uncrossing one of his arms and holding an open hand out to Sam who pulls his wallet out and slams a twenty into Steve’s hand.

“Um, what?” You ask blinking at the two.

“I bet Sam that you’d be up to make him breakfast and something for Bucky before he goes to bed. Which also means that you didn’t take any pain meds.”

“I’m fine Steve.” You tell him trying to skirt past him.

“Uh, uh, uh Honey.” He pauses you with an arm in front of you, “I know you asked me not to but I wanna know why you need to do this? I just want what’s best for you.” You know he’s talking about not Alpha commanding you, part of it is a simple answer, the other part, not so much.

“Steve, I can’t just not do anything. Okay? I can’t.” You attempt to reason with him, “You guys are out there laying down your lives to help protect my home. I need to do something!” He studies you silently for a moment, just long enough where you’re almost uncomfortable.

“Okay Omega, but the second it’s too much take a break okay? And maybe take half of one of the pills Dr. May gave you. Just to help with the swelling.” He called you Omega again, not that you can lie about it now that Grant had called you an Omega bitch right in front of him. When Steve calls you Omega it’s, nice.

“Will you cut them in half for me before you go? I don’t have much range of motion in my left arm yet.” You ask softly, you have this weird feeling he might like to help take care of you as much as you like helping care for him, Sam and Bucky.

“Yea, I’ll cut one now and do the rest before I head out. If you’re too tired to get up with me please don’t okay?” You nod then follow him down the stairs.

Sam’s breakfast, and Bucky’s dinner, is a little more difficult with your aching body but if Steve notices any of your wincing he thankfully doesn’t say anything. You take the half pill that he offers then with Cooper on your heels trudge back upstairs. It takes you longer to get comfortable this time, you’re still awake when Steve and Bucky come to bed. You hear them talking quietly, you can’t really make out what they’re saying but Steve sounds annoyed. You can feel his irritation through the door and you’re worried you’ve done something. Hopefully you didn’t get him into any trouble with the other firefighters for leaving early.

You end up falling into a half sleep as the sun rises in the sky. You still hear everything going on around you but you can’t react, it’s a terrible way to sleep. You’re pretty sure you hear Steve open the door to check on you at some point, his scent invading the room when he cracks the door open. You relax further and finally fall into a restful sleep.

You wake up around one, Cooper is still laying at your feet when you stretch but he hops down and makes his way to the door with a wagging tail. You groan softly as you sit up, then make your way slowly to the door. You let Cooper out then struggle into your robe your arm aching. You make your way down to the kitchen to feed Cooper and find your bottle of pills full of halves. It makes you smile to see that Steve had taken the time to cut them, you take two of the halves, you’re not going anywhere today so you don’t need to be especially awake.

You do some drawing for your new book, it’s almost done and you couldn’t be more excited. Your deadline is in three days and with only two pages left to draw you’re feeling pretty good about everything. You’ve even decided what your next book is gonna be about, the therapy dogs that are coming in for the firefighters. You won’t use Cooper or any of the other dogs real names but you’re going to share the story.

You must fall asleep on the couch, when you wake Sam is in the kitchen humming away as he cooks. A warm ice pack falls off of your shoulder as you sit up, you grab it then move slowly to your feet. When you wander into the kitchen Sam gives you a broad smile,

“Mornin’ sleeping beauty. How do you feel?”

“Sore. Do you want me to take over?”

“Nah, Fawn. Buck said you didn’t even move when he let Cooper out and left. He did make sure you were breathing and put the ice on your shoulder. He said he wants to check it if you’re okay with that tomorrow before he leaves.”

“It’s just a deep bruise.”

“Yes but our Alpha told us to take care of you so we will.”

“Your Alpha? But you’re all Alphas?”

“Steve is a True Alpha.” Sam explains, “I thought he’d told you.”

“No, so he’s like, the leader of your pack?”

“Exactly.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

“He’s the boss.” Sam says with a shrug, “you like gumbo?”

“Can he Alpha command anyone?”

“Yea, but he wouldn’t. Not without good reason.” You’re almost positive that Steve must’ve Alpha commanded Grant.

“But he can.”

“Yes, why?”

“I think he did.”

“Who?”

“I mean, other than me. I think he Alpha commanded one of the doctors at the ER.” When Sam glances at you over his shoulder you look down at the warm ice pack you’re still holding. “Grant Ward, he’s my ex. He wanted to mate me but I just couldn’t, and he’s been making my life hard ever since.”

“You’re not a Beta are you.” Sam says softly and you look up at him in surprise.

“What do you mean?”

“Steve has been off, like he’s protecting an Omega but Bucky and I couldn’t figure it out because you smell like a Beta.”

“Please don’t say anything. If the town finds out I’m going to have every stupid Alpha at my door.”

“Not with Steve here you won’t.”

“You’re not going to be here forever. When you leave they’ll be all over me.” You tell him hurrying to his side, “Please don’t say anything!”

“I won’t, none of us will.” He promises and you give his arm an appreciative squeeze.

“Thanks Sam. And I do like Gumbo, thank you for cooking.”

“Of course Fawn. If you wanna keep working on your book I can let you know when the food is done.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yup.” So you do as he says and get back to work on your book. You’re on the last page when you hear him call for you.

“Thank you again for cooking. It smells amazing.”

“If I let Carol cook we’d both die.”

“She’s not much of a cook?”

“No, not at all.” He admits with a laugh, “I love the woman but she can’t cook.”

“Is it hard being in an Alpha-Alpha pair?”

“I don’t think so, but it’s definitely a choice we make to make it work.”

“Sorry, that was a very personal question.”

“I don’t mind, I’d imagine things are pretty traditional here.” You nod, “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure.”

“Why aren’t you mated?”

“I’ve dated but after the shit with Grant I think I’m just scared. All the Alphas around here want an Omega and they think I’m a Beta so they don’t really look my way.”

“Are you just waiting for an Alpha?”

“No, if I met the right Beta that would be fine too.”

“Which of us smells best?”

“Nope,” you tell him with a laugh, “I’m not going there.”

“I had to try.” He tells you with a grin of his own.

“All I’ll say is that none of you smell bad. All comforting.”

“Good.” Sam says with a nod and you finish the meal in comfortable conversation. You shoo him out of the kitchen when you’re both done. Insisting that he go to bed so he’s rested for his morning shift. You take another half of a pain pill then start doing the dishes. You finish your last drawing then send everything to your publisher so they can check it over. By the time that’s done it’s nearly ten and Steve should be home soon.

You get off the couch and follow Cooper to the back door. When you open it Coop doesn’t move, just stares out into the darkness.

“In or out Coop.” You tell him and he ambles out into the yard. You close the door and head back to the kitchen to grab a bowl of Gumbo to start heating for Steve. You go back to the back door and when you open it you find Cooper isn’t alone in the backyard.

“Hi Omega.”

“What.” You gasp as Brock moves closer to your house. “Cooper!”

“I think he got out.”

“What? Cooper!” You call shutting the door in Brock’s face you lock it and hurry into the living room. The front door opens and Steve comes in, Cooper trailing behind him. “Oh, oh thank god. Oh Steve thank you.”

“He was hanging out in the front. How did he get out?”

“I don’t know.” Steve tenses, “Brock is out back. He apparently knows I’m an Omega.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” He goes to go past you and upstairs when you catch his wrist with your right hand.

“No! Please make him go away. I don’t know how he found out I was an Omega but he did. I don’t want him here Steve.”

“You want him gone?”

“Please Alpha.” You whisper and Steve nods before going to the back of the house.

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[dailyunsolvedmysteries]

Maria Ciallella

On Halloween night 1981, 17-year-old Maria Ciallella told her father that she was going out and would return around midnight. A patrolman spotted her walking on the side of the road that night and was going to give her a ride on his way back. He returned within 10 minutes, but she was nowhere to be seen. It was a year and a half before anyone found Maria.

In 1983, a body was spotted near some brush at a Burger King. After working a tip, police arrived at the home of Richard Biegenwald, his wife, and Dherran Fitzgerald. Both men had a long history of violence and crime, but the police nabbed Fitzgerald first.

He quickly pointed police to two more bodies before leading them to the home of Biegenwald’s mother. There, in the backyard, authorities dug up Maria’s body, which was cut into three pieces, and the body of Deborah Osborne, who was also 17 at the time of her murder.

Fitzgerald became the key witness for the prosecution when Biegenwald’s trial began for one of the five victims he had allegedly murdered. The prosecution claimed that Biegenwald killed just because he wanted to see someone die. They labeled him the Jersey Shore “Thrill Killer.”

Biegenwald was found guilty of two murders and confessed to killing the women found in his mother’s yard. Fitzgerald got off with five years because he had cooperated with police. After many appeals, Biegenwald stayed tucked away in a New Jersey state prison where he eventually died of natural causes in 2008.

#Maria Ciallella #true crime #halloween #crime #unsolved mysteries

[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

best things, in the worst of times

Dean’s never much had an occasion to celebrate the Fourth of July. He didn’t ever really got around to being patriotic, and as a kid he seldom knew what the date was. There was once or twice--one of these memories glimmers at him with the marks of Heaven--where he found a way to sneak some sparklers for Sam, but other than that, Dean’s been dead, a demon, possessed by an archangel, or otherwise indisposed on the holiday.

But now he has a grill, and he’ll be damned if he’s not firing it up. 

All things considered, it’s a perfect sort of day--the weather cooperates, bright and clear and not too hot, Sam brings some extra beer when he comes over with Eileen, and Cas takes Jack out to get sparklers and bottle rockets, sparking a debate about whether Jack is old enough to buy them himself, since he looks at least eighteen but is actually four.

(Dean is inclined to think that that’s the least of their worries, seeing as they all use fake IDs regularly.) 

It’s only long after the burgers have been eaten and fireworks from over the ridge been watched from their backyard and Sam and Eileen have left and Jack has zapped off to see Claire and the girls and get a double dose of fireworks and the sky is a deep, inky blue filled with stars that something seems wrong. 

Dean’d be lying if he said he wasn’t anticipating this moment, when Cas would decide that he didn’t like being a stupid kinda-human-but-not-an-angel on Earth with Dean when he could be up in Heaven, fully juiced. Dean loves their new house, an easy drive from the bunker for when they need supplies and, unlike the bunker, full of sunshine and possessing a wrap-around porch, but it’s probably not good enough. 

And that’s fine, right? 

Dean plunks down a beer on the arm of Cas’s lawn chair in front of the dwindling fire pit and then drops down into his own chair, popping off the beer cap on the arm. Wordlessly, Cas hands his beer to Dean and Dean does the same for him. They drink in silence for a few minutes until Cas speaks into the quiet, punctured only by the quiet chirping of bugs and frogs.

“I’ve been thinking,” he says. 

Dean’s stomach does a backflip. “What about?”

“Humans.” Cas takes a long swig of beer. “This is the sort of thing that the other angels and I ignored.”

“Beer?” 

“No. Well, yes, but no. Holidays.” Cas shrugs. “Time has no real meaning when you’re an angel. We weren’t supposed to see humans like this.” He turns toward Dean, his gaze as arresting as ever. “How would you describe today?”

Dean takes his own swig of beer. “Perfect?”

Now Cas is smiling. “Except it wasn’t. You couldn’t get the grill to start at first, and Jack burned himself, and Miracle was scared of the fireworks, and Sam spilled his beer all over Eileen.” 

“I mean, yeah, that’s true. But we’re all”--well, Dean hopes it’s all--“happy.” 

“And that’s what we were missing.” Cas abandons his beer in favor of reaching out across the gap between their lawn chairs for Dean’s fingers. He leans his head back to look at the sky, and Dean does the same, tracing the familiar patterns of the constellations with his eyes. “Humans try to see the good even in the worst of situations.”

Dean remembers a night, nearly ten years ago now, where they were certain to die the next day and he still found himself bowed over in laughter, had told Cas that was the hardest he’d laughed in years. That was a bad time. But he mainly remembers the peculiar smile on Cas’s face, less lined then, less marked by time, as he had laughed. 

“Yeah,” Dean says. “But do you...do you ever miss being a real-deal angel?”

“Wings? Harp?” Cas replies, using his free hand to mimic some of Dean’s gestures from years passed, getting a laugh out of Dean. “Sometimes. It was nice being able to heal with a touch. To be able to see your soul. To not have to drive to get everywhere”--Dean lightly jerks Cas’s arm and Cas laughs--“but I do like it here.” He squeezes Dean’s hand, and Dean’s stomach untwists. 

Soon they’ll have to go inside--the bugs are out, and Dean has been waging an ongoing war with the chiggers that has insofar been unsuccessful. But for now, Dean is content to finish his beer with Cas by his side and the recent memories of a day with family close at hand.

Happy. 

#offbeatwrites #happy Fourth of July my family is having fajitas #I don't much care for the holiday but I do love sparkelrs #sparklers

[imreallyloveleee]

bughead drabble challenge, day five

(instead of writing a drabble, i’m choosing to post an unfinished fic i started all the way back in 2018! it’s about 800 words.)

a spell

When Betty Cooper is sixteen years old, she attempts her first love spell.

It doesn’t go as planned.

-

“You are so perfect, Betty.” Archie stands on her front porch, her heart in his hands. “I’ll never be good enough for you.”

She knows what he’s really saying: You are not what I want.

I’ll never love you.

It’s not unlike Archie to speak with such certitude. The Bulldogs are going to kick ass this season. Pop Tate makes the most delicious burgers in the world. We’ll always be best friends.

But if there is one thing that Betty has always known – known since the first day she felt a spark of power brimming from her fingertips, and learned what it meant –

It’s that few things in life are so immutable.

-

She waits until her parents are asleep, and then slips into Polly’s empty bedroom, dropping to her knees beside the bed.

The book is exactly where she’d known it would be, hidden beneath the mattress.

She’d never intended to find the book. All she’d been looking for was Polly’s diary. On the very first day of high school, Polly had told their parents that Betty had lied about attending River Vixens tryouts, and gone to drink milkshakes with her friends at Pop’s instead. Betty had no choice but to dig up some dirt on her sister. Fair was fair.

“Check under her mattress,” Veronica had said, keeping watch from the doorway. “That’s where I hide everything.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Betty had muttered. She’d slipped her hand between the mattress and the box spring, and blinked in surprise when her fingers caught against something solid.

It wasn’t Polly’s diary. It was something better – a spellbook. A forbidden spellbook, if its clandestine location and the words embossed on its cover were any indication: Rites and Dark Magicks.

Veronica had let out a low whistle when she saw it. “Magick with a k? That’s some serious shit, B.”

Now the book cracks as she opens it. Its spine is weathered, the pages bent. She wonders if this is how it came to Polly – worn and water-stained – or if her sister had sat like this too once, on a night just like this one, cross-legged on the carpet in her pink party dress, spellbook open in her lap as tears dripped down her face.

The ingredients are easy enough to find in her mother’s well-stocked kitchen: honey, rosewater, myrtle, sage. Betty pours sea salt in a circle on the floor and then only one thing remains: a photograph. (A “likeness,” really – the book is that old – but it’s not like she has a detailed illustration of herself and Archie just laying around in her room.)

The photo she does have laying around in her room is almost ideal. Taken on the cusp of her fourteenth birthday, they’re smiling, cheek-to-cheek, standing in the Andrews’ picket-fenced backyard. Betty remembers posing for the picture, and how her neck had grown hot as Archie’s mother insisted they crowd in closer together. She remembers the way Archie’s hand had hovered at her shoulder before dropping to rest there, fingers curling around the edge of her cotton sleeve.

It’s almost ideal because there is a third person in the photograph: Jughead, on Betty’s other side. (Somewhere in the back of her mind she remembers his nervous hand, too, the fleeting pressure of his palm against the small of her back.)

The book doesn’t say anything about keeping other people out of the photo. As long as her thoughts are focused – as long as her hands, and the flame, are steady – she’s sure it will be fine.

Well – she’s pretty sure.

Betty hesitates, match in one hand, photo in the other. She considers calling Veronica, who is always up for a spellcasting, no matter the hour. She could slow down, read through the incantation a few more times, wait for the witching hour. Do this the right way.

Or – she could do it now. Do it while her passions are high, while her energy – her power – is hot and coiled and ready beneath her skin.

She closes her eyes, strikes the match, and begins to recite the spell as the eternal flame licks its way across the photograph in her hand: starting with Betty, then spreading to Archie, curling into ash, falling like snowflakes into the bowl of rosewater.

“My love is balanced and carrying,” she murmurs. “My love is strong and lasting. I bind the love of my dreams to me.”

It’s not until she’s finished that she sees Archie’s face grinning back up at her from where it floats on the surface of the water – the only part of the photograph that didn’t burn at all.

Oops.

#bughead #bughead fic #betty cooper #bughead drabble challenge #riverdale #fic #i have so many unfinished fics like this just lying around on my hard drive

[purplesurveys]

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“ar_”

ARB Have you ever had strawberry rhubarb pie? Do you like it? I have not. I’m afraid I don’t even entirely know what rhubarb is; I wouldn’t call it a part of Filipino culture. I don’t know if I would like this kind of pie; I prefer my pies more savory than fruity. Do you like carbs a little too much? Yes ma’am. I can’t exist without heaps of rice in every meal. Last garb you wore? The last fancy/formal thing I wore was my business casual look for last Thursday’s interview. I felt a little overdressed arriving at the office because the other applicants just wore a shirt and jeans...but ultimately I think it was better that I looked more prepared than they did lol. Do you know anyone named Barb? There’s a teacher in my old school named Barbie but the other teachers call her Barb. ARC Would you like to see the Arc de Triumphe? Sure.

Are you a narc? That’s not a common slang where I live, but I’m gonna say no. ARD Have you ever read “The Tales of the Beetle and the Bard”? Nope, I’ve never heard of it. Do you have a credit or debit card? Debit. I don’t exactly know how credit cards work just yet, so my dad has kept me from getting one hahahaha. What’s the last card you received? For which holiday? We don’t really exchange cards over here. We tend to go ahead and give physical gifts, no matter how simple it is. I think the last one I received was a birthday card from Athenna, five years ago. That was a different time. What’s something that is hard for you? Letting go. I have serious issues with abandonment and I always feel like it’s the end of the world when someone leaves my life or something I’ve been accustomed to abruptly ends. I’ve never been good at handling all of that. Do you ever feel like a tub of lard? I am almost positive that I’ve never felt like one before. What is in your front yard? How is it landscaped? Just a few plants and a tree that my grandpa planted for my mom shortly before he passed. Last piece of meat that you’ve charred? I’ll get back to this question in a few years where I’ve hopefully learned how to cook a few things, including meat. Have you ever lived with barred windows? No. That sounds awful. Is it easy for you to let your guard down? Just with the right people. Otherwise I prefer keeping a wall up; no one else needs to know who I am behind closed doors. Have you ever cut yourself on a shard of glass? No. Again, sounds like my worst nightmare. This happened to my mom a year ago and I remember being unable to help her because I would’ve proceeded to just faint anyway lmao Favorite barnyard animal? Cows. What do you like to do in your backyard? Cooper loves our backyard, so I bring him there to play and run. He loves staying there so much more than actually walking around the neighborhood, which is a little confusing but still endearing. What do you think of people who use the word “retard”? They’re stuck in the late 2000s and early 2010s and need to be schooled on Twitter as soon as possible lol. Last person you sent warm regards to? The HR person who hooked me up with my internship. What do you tend to disregard? Fake news or people who routinely share fake news, for obvious reasons. Have you ever worn a leotard before? For what? I’ve worn a swimsuit as a leotard, but I’ve never owned a leotard that was meant to be that.

ARF Last time you barfed? I kept hurling last week when I did a lot of crying and had a few breakdowns, but nothing ever came up. The last time I puked would be over a year ago when I was at Pop-Up with friends. Last food you scarfed down? My mom’s burger from last night. Do you rock a fashion scarf? Nah, not really my article of choice. What does your winter scarf look like? I don’t own one. ARK What pair of animals would you like to bring on Noah’s ark? I would try to save as many of them as possible; but in the cruel circumstance that I only have limited choices, I would prioritize stray cats and dogs first as well as cats and dogs in animal shelters. Did you used to watch Arthur the aardvark? I did not watch the show – I’m not sure if they ever aired it here – but I liked reading Arthur books. Those were one of my favorites to read at the library. Have you ever been to a ballpark? No. Well baseball is not a popular sport here so it’s not like we’ve got lots of those, and the few that we have are a little dilapidated due to a lack of interest or support in the sport...we do have a field in my old school that’s designated for our softball games, but it’s hardly a legit softball field. Is your bark worse than your bite? If this is a saying or slang, I don’t know what it means. What’s a personal benchmark of yours? Hmm I know what a benchmark refers to, but I’m not exactly sure of the context in this question. Where is your birthmark? My most distinguishable birthmark is on the upper left region of my back, but I also have one by my butt. I used to have one on my right arm that was green-blue when I was an infant, but now it’s nothing more than a super slight discoloration that is only noticeable if you look hard enough. Do you fold book pages over, or use a bookmark? I remember the page number. I don’t like the gaps that bookmarks create, and I like keeping the pages of my book pristine. Are you afraid of the dark? Only if the context is meant to be scary, like how abandoned houses or forests are dark. I like the dark when I’m trying to fall asleep though. Do you prefer dark or light colors? I prefer neither extreme. I like muted and pastel tones. Last time you disembarked a ship? 2016. Last time you embarked on an adventure? End of February, 2020. Do you celebrate any of the hallmark holidays? Some of them, but I take them seriously a lot less than the actual holidays. I celebrate them primarily because I have people in my life who value those Hallmark holidays, so I greet them so they don’t feel forgotten, like greeting my parents on Mother’s/Father’s Day. If I had it my way I’d ignore those holidays completely, though. Do you watch the Hallmark channel? No. I don’t think we even have that channel here. Do you like the song “Hark The Herald Angels Sing”? I have nothing against it. Which landmark would you like to visit? The pyramids at Giza. Last mark you made on a paper? I made random scribbles because I was just checking if my pen had ink. Do you know anyone named Mark? I don’t think so. No Marks are coming to mind. Have you ever heard a lark sing? Nope. Do you know how to parallel park? Yeah but I’m kind of cheating a bit because I own a really tiny car that fits nearly anywhere ha. What’s your favorite activity to do at the park? We don’t have any public parks...if we did, I imagine I’d have picnics and take my dogs there for long walks. Last postmarked piece of mail you received? I don’t really receive mail of my own. Last person you left a remark for? Idk maybe my dad when I remarked how spicy the sisig he made for dinner was. Do you speak with a lot of snark? Only in private or with my closest friends. I try not to be snarky with workmates. Do you ever have the Baby Shark song stuck in your head? That does happen sometimes, yes. Until today ha. Last time you went around your house stark naked? Oof, I never walk around the entire house naked. I only do so in the bathroom and within my own room. What’s your signature trademark? Everyone knows me as loving Paramore, so maybe that. Does it bother you when there’s a watermark on an image that you want to use? Sometimes yes, sometimes I realize someone took effort for that image and probably just needs to earn a little bit for it. ARL Who did you snarl at last? I don’t snarl a lot these days. Are your fingers gnarled? No. I don’t actually know what this means but my fingers are pretty healthy so I’m guessing it’s not whatever gnarled is. ARM Have you ever broken an arm? Nopes. Do you keep people at an arm’s length? In some ways, like how I refuse to talk about the things I’m going through and I don’t like showing most people that I struggle.

Last time you went to a farm? I’m not sure if I’ve been to one. We drive through fields and farms all the time, in the provinice; but we’ve never actually stopped over and went to a farm. Do you self-harm? Yes. Surprisingly, I haven’t done so this month. But yes, I have in general. What time is your alarm set for? For a while it wasn’t set to anything but now that I have an internship I’ll probably need to set it to at least around 8 AM. Do you own any firearms? No thanks. Would you get a tattoo on your forearm? Sure. Do you have a certain charm about you? Don’t you kind of have to ask other people when it comes to possessing charm? I certainly wouldn’t endorse this myself, lol. Do you need to be disarmed? I have nothing on me, so no. ARN Were you raised in a barn? I was not. I grew up in a house in a suburban-ish neighborhood. Do you use “damn” or “darn” more often? Damn. I’ve never used darn...or if I have, it would’ve been well over a decade ago. Do you knit or crochet with yarn? I don’t crochet or knit. ARP Have you ever caught a carp while fishing? No, I’ve never gone fishing before actually.

Do you like harp seals? I’ve never heard of them until now but it’s an automatic yes for me because they are animals. Would you like to learn how to play the harp? Sure. Name something in your house that is sharp? Keys. Is anything you own covered by a tarp? No. ART Last time you fell apart? This morning. Well, it’s 2 AM now so it’s more accurate to say yesterday morning. Are you good at any sort of art forms? Not at all. I like coloring and painting, but with painting I like those that come with paint-by-number guides. I’m not very creative myself and don’t know for the life of me what colors work together and I’m terrible at creating images. Last place you used a shopping cart? Grocery store, ages ago. Have you ever created a chart in Microsoft Excel? Yes but it’s not my favorite thing in the world to do. Who is your other counterpart? I dunno if I have anyone. Angela, I guess. Do you like to play darts? I’ve never played it but it looks fun and I’m always up for a friendly game. Who’s the last person you departed from? My family, when I left the living room where we were all staying at to go back to my bedroom to resign for the evening. How often do you fart? Never. I don’t like the sensation and if I feel one coming I suppress it lol. No one has heard me do it before, and I don’t plan on making it heard hahahaha How’s your heart been feeling lately? Not well. Is there a K-Mart or a PetSmart where you live? No. Is it easy for you to outsmart a child? Idk man, they can be a little surprise at times. Where is the part in your hair? It’s on the left side. Have you ever gotten a part in a play? No, because I’ve never auditioned for one. Not interested in that kind of activity, either. Last time you had to restart your computer? It’s been a while. Would you consider yourself to be smart? In some ways, like in academics. What trend would you like to start? I don’t feel like starting one. Do you like tarts?     Not very much, but my old school has this trademark tart that I love so much. [a-zebra-is-a-striped-horse]

#survey #surveys

[princesweetpea]

I Found | Sweet Pea x Aurora Jones (oc)

All Chapters Here

Chapter: Two

Warnings: Language, mentions of friend death, mentions of family death, angst, mentions of crime (?)

READ IT ON AO3

A/N: Hello friends! I know it's been a little while since updating. Depression has been kicking my ass, but writing this has made me feel a bit better! I hope you enjoy! 

           “So… what’s it going to be like for you to be living in your girlfriend’s old house?” Rory chuckled awkwardly as she set a box down on Jughead’s new desk. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

           “I’d rather not be in this situation at all, honestly. Maybe it would be different if my mom got the money without all this drug shit, and with actual good intentions. I don’t know. The only ‘good’ thing about this, the way I see it, is that we’re no longer packed in like sardines,” He stated sarcastically, opening a box labeled “books.” Rory nodded and watched him carefully. She knew how stressful this situation was for him and Betty. He stared down blankly into the box for a few moments.

           “Jug?”

           He snapped out of his trance and looked up at her. He mumbled a quick apology before holding up The Nancy Drew Secret Code book. Rory shifted uncomfortably.

           “Jughead, why do you have that?”

           “Betty didn’t want anything to do with it after… you know,” he replied and shot her an apologetic look. “We were going to burn it, but time escaped us with Archie’s trial and everything else that started happening.” Rory honestly hadn’t even immediately thought of this as the Black Hood’s house. Perhaps her subconscious made the decision for her to only think of it as Betty and Alice’s. Jughead immediately shoved the book back into the box. “I’m sorry.”

           “Don’t be, I understand,” she sighed and sat down on his bed, and then paused for a moment. “I never thanked you.”

           “What? What do you mean?”

           “I never thanked you, or Betty, for catching him… Though I don’t exactly know how to thank someone for finding out that their father is a psychotic serial killer. I know that Midge would have been grateful, too.” Rory shrugged and looked out the window. She could see Archie going at it with his punching bag in his room. He stepped back after a particularly hard swing and noticed her gaze through the window. He gave her an awkward wave as his cheeks flushed. She smiled back at him.

           “You don’t have to thank us, what are you even talking about?” Jughead walked over to sit next to her. She shrugged and gave him a weak smile. He lightly elbowed her in return.

           “We need to figure out how to get the Airstream over here, because you know I’m not sleeping in this godforsaken house.” Rory joked, changing the subject. Then the bedroom door suddenly swung open. Gladys’s eyes appeared slightly over the box she was carrying. She cackled, causing the teens to exchange confused glances at each other before looking back to the woman who had just entered.

           “Oh, that thing isn’t coming over here. Sorry, babydoll, but it’s an eyesore.” She laughed, setting the box on the ground by the doorway.

           “What… What do you mean?” Rory stammered, genuinely confused.

           “There’s no place for it here. It can’t go on the street, or in the driveway. The neighborhood committee wouldn’t allow it. There is no other place for it besides where it is right now.” She stated. Rory stared at her aunt with her mouth slightly agape. She turned to Jughead, whose eyes were narrowed and his jaw was clenched.

           “Can it go in the backyard, or something?” Rory pleaded softly.

           “I just now got myself my first, nice backyard. There isn’t enough room to have it back there.” She insisted.

           “Auntie, I really can’t live in this house…” Rory stated, her knuckles turning a pale shade of white as her bones pressed tightly against her skin.

           “Oh, I never expected you to. I can’t imagine what living in your best friend’s killer’s house would do to you. I’d never get any sleep if you did, for sure.” She chuckled. Rory felt like she’d just gotten the wind knocked out of her by her aunt’s words. Gladys had just confirmed that she had indeed been hearing Rory’s screaming from her nightmares and couldn’t care less about her wellbeing, and she so insensitively brought up Midge’s death. It’s like she was trying to get rid of her all along.

           “Mom.” Jughead warned lowly, standing up from his bed with his fists tightly made.

           “What?” Gladys feigned innocence as she strode over to him and tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear, then exited the room. Rory blinked a few times, practically baring a hole into the floor with her stare. She had no words for what just unfolded.

           “Rory, please ignore her. I do,” Jughead offered, trying to break her from her trance. She shrugged in response. “We’ll figure it out, okay? We’ll talk to my dad.” He stated, and she nodded in return.

           “Hey, look who I ran into at Pop’s!” Betty smiled as she stepped through the threshold with two boys. She carried two takeout bags full of burgers, Fangs and Sweet Pea towered behind her holding drink carriers. Rory and Sweet Pea locked eyes. He raised an eyebrow at her.

           “Princess.” He addressed her mockingly.

           “Can I please catch a break? Jesus Christ!” She groaned as she rolled her eyes.

           “Actually, it’s ‘Sweet Pea,’ but I’ll take it.” He responded with a smirk. Jughead and Betty shared an awkward look between them, one that Rory ignored as she pressed further.

           “Well it’s a good thing that I’m not a believer, because if I was, I would be fucked.” Rory laughed bitterly.

           “I don’t think that would be the only reason that you’d be fucked.” Sweet Pea immediately fired back.

           “You’re a fucking thorn in my side.” Rory spat.

           “More like a pea under your mattress, like ‘Princess and the Pea.’” Fangs snorted, cracking up at his own joke before immediately stopping with a fake cough, due to Sweet Pea’s glare.

           “He’d would be so lucky to get anywhere near my mattress,” She said sarcastically before turning to face Sweet Pea. “You’re actually insufferable. You know that, right? Why are you even –”

           “Let’s eat!” Jughead interrupted, walking between the to of them over to Betty. He gave her a quick kiss before taking the bags from her.

           Rory stood outside of her dad’s house, kicking gravel around before pacing back and forth. She had been ignoring all of his calls and messages, and didn’t even speak to him at the funeral seven months ago. But she had put this off for long enough. She needed to get it out of the way and finally discuss things with the only father that she has ever known. However, she’d been outside of this house for thirty minutes and still hadn’t made any progress toward the door.

           “I can’t do this.” She laughed bitterly to herself before turning to walk the other direction, back toward the Cooper – the Jones’ household that was about a mile and a half away. The front door opened just as she was about to take her first step to toward her exit.

           “Aurora?” Her dad called out to her. Still facing the other direction, Rory’s lips pressed together into a tight line. “Aurora, is that you?” He sounded tipsy, but not quite drunk. She sucked in a breath through her teeth before turning on her heel toward him. His eyes lit up at the sight of her as he supported himself against the doorway, glass of scotch in hand.

           “Lance.” She said flatly, nodding once to him in acknowledgement. His beaming smile instantly fell and he straightened.

           “Are you here to see Peter?” He asked, hopeful that it wasn’t the case.

           “Yes… Yes, I am.” Rory lied. His expression seemed to sink further.

           “He isn’t here… He’s with Lara.” Great. The one time she needed to use her brother as an excuse, he was out with his girlfriend.

           “Oh,” She simply stated. They stood in silence for a moment. Rory began to panic. “Well, see you later.”

           “Wait!” He pleaded. “Would you like to come inside and wait for him? He’ll be back in a bit. They’re both coming here after they finish their dinner.”

           She nodded curtly after a moment, trotting up the steps of the porch and straight through the doorway without making eye contact. He reeked of alcohol when she passed him, and smelled like he hadn’t showered. She moved to the living room that was straight off to the left side of the foyer, opting for the furthest seat from the place he always sat. She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding when he took a seat where she predicted instead of trying to sit closer to her. They stayed in an extremely uncomfortable silence for several minutes, and Rory constantly found herself looking at the clock on the mantle of the fireplace. It seemed like time wasn’t moving. She couldn’t take it anymore.

           “I’m going to go.” She stood suddenly, which even surprised herself. Am I really chickening out?

           “Come on, stay. Let’s catch up, talk about things. Please.” Lance grasped at the fleeting moment with his only daughter, who had only said these few words to him for the first time in almost a year. A sudden anger surged through Rory and she quickly sat back down.

           “Okay, you want to catch up? Let���s!” She began, slapping her knees and plastering the fakest smile she could muster onto her tormented features. “Where shall we begin? The part where you took my siblings away from me when you and mom split? Or sticking me with a tumultuous time bomb of a woman for years in a run-down shit hole we couldn’t even afford, while you lived in this perfect house with my brothers? Or maybe we should go back to the very beginning? You know, the part where you’re not even me and Peter’s father! That part is rich. It really adds to the shit show that is our lives. Please, take your pick. A magnificent tragedy, I have become, don’t you think?” She spouted in almost a complete blur, angry tears spilling down her cheeks. He sat silently and stared at her, looking like he’d been kicked in the ribs.

           “I…” He began. She leaned forward and plopped her head onto her hand, pretending to be hanging onto every word that was about to come out of his mouth. “I am so sorry Aurora. For everything. God knows I have made mistakes, and that I have made your life difficult,” He said softly, and she scoffed at the word ‘difficult.’ “I never intended for you to find out, not either one of you. Your mother and I intended for that to be our secret.”

           “Wow Lance, that makes everything so much better. Thank you.” She cackled. He winced at the use of his first name by her for the second time in that short time frame.

           “I may not be your father, but I am your dad. I raised you. I changed your diapers. I soothed you when you’d cry in the middle of the night. I taught you to ride a bike, and I put the bandages on when you’d fall and scrape your knee. I checked for monsters under the bed. And I never loved you any less than I would have if you were actually mine.” He said genuinely with tears brimming his eyes. Rory couldn’t keep eye contact with him. She looked away as she broke into heart wrenching sobs. He moved toward her, wrapping her into a tight hug, which made her sob even harder. Her tears broke his heart. Hell, her tears even broke her own heart. She calmed after a few minutes and avoided eye contact, unintentionally shifting her gaze to Lance’s open laptop on the coffee table, where she could see a picture of her mother’s beloved car under a “For Sale” post on Craigslist. She furrowed her brows and broke out of her dad’s embrace.

           “What the fuck is this?” She hissed, holding up his laptop toward him. His mouth opened, then closed again. He had nothing that he could say to diffuse the anger that she was about to throw at him.

           “I need the money for your brother’s boarding payment.” He stated carefully, though obviously lying.

           “Are you joking? Like hell, you need the money!” She said sarcastically, gesturing at the house they were in. “Take it down, that car is mine and Peter’s.” She demanded.

           “I’m not taking it down.” He sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. Rory scoffed in disbelief as she pushed herself up from her seat and stormed out of the house, the screen door banging closed behind her. She could hear him calling after her but she kept walking, glancing toward her mom’s covered car off to the side of the driveway. As she passed it, Peter and Lara stepped out of Lara’s car that had just pulled up.

           “Rory –”

           “Not now Peter. I’ll see you later,” she said adamantly as she walked past them. She pulled out her phone and dialed the only person she could trust with the situation at hand.

           “Hello?” The voice on the other end of the phone said, muffled from the obvious chewing of food.

           “Hey Jug, do you know how to hotwire a car?”

           At midnight, on the dot, the sounds of two motorcycles and shifting gravel pulled Rory out of her unfocused, anxious leg jiggling. Two motorcycles? She shook her head. Her nerves must have been making her hear things. She pulled a black beanie over her messy brunette waves, completing her all black ensemble; she was ready to commit a crime, her first crime, and she was going to look damn good doing it. She gave herself one last anxious glance-over in the full-length mirror before grabbing her bag and heading out the camper door. And, sure enough, her mind wasn’t playing tricks on her, for there stood Jughead Jones accompanied by Sweet Pea… Whatever his last name is.

           “What the hell is he doing here?” Rory hissed at her cousin.

           “What? You asked if I knew how to hotwire a car. I don’t. He does.” He put his hands up in a defensive pose.

           “WikiHow exists for a reason! You couldn’t have thought of anyone else?” She whined.

           “I’m literally standing right here,” Sweet Pea stated flatly as he leaned up against his bike, flicking his switchblade open and closed. “Do you want my help or not?”

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[nicolahaken]

Ground beef mixed with egg, Worcestershire sauce, and Parmesan cheese gives you tasty burgers for the grill.

#Backyard Cooper Burgers #Backyard #Cooper #Burgers

[mariedanjou]

Ground beef mixed with egg, Worcestershire sauce, and Parmesan cheese gives you tasty burgers for the grill.

#Backyard Cooper Burgers #Backyard #Cooper #Burgers

[sassyhollandx]

Fp’s daughter

In a small town filled with dark secrets what can go wrong ? I’m I right

Wrong

My name is Claire jones yes I’m the daughter of fp Jones and the sister of jughead Jones yes I’m a serpent of course but my dad likes to call me his little serpent princess which is so embarrassing I’m 18 almost 19 my mom and dad are separated I have a little sister named jellybean my mom took of with jellybean when I was around 5 I don’t really remember her that well all i have is pictures of her and of jellybean me and jughead and me and jellybean all I have is this tiny Dimond necklace which is my favourite thing in the hole world also I miss her so much in the past year or so things hav been tough first of all my dad got accused of killing Jason blossom and he didn’t even do it he was innocent ok so that’s my story basically

“Claire ?”

Yes dad what is it ?

“Don’t you want to join me and jughead and pops ?”

Sure ok I’m coming I put on my serpent jacket and headed out of the house I locked the door and headed out to pops pops is a really nice restaurant I know burgers and fries and a milkshake is not that fancy but pops is a iconic restaurant at riverdale

“What do you want Claire “

My dad asked just a strawberry milkshake that’s it and um some fries thanks here comes Betty I saw Betty cooper is jugheads girlfriend she is basically like my long lost sister but basically found

“Hi Claire Betty said “

Hi Betty I gave her a small hug and she sat next to jug while I sat next to my dad it’s crazy how much I really look like my dad and brother some people thought that my dad is my older brother ugh ! I tell them gross that’s my dad yep I’m daddy’s girl always will be says my dad all the time which again is always embarrassing

“So let’s go c or did you forget about Cheryl summer pool party?”

No , jug I didn’t forget gosh should we go ?

“Yes “

“Wait Claire ?”

Yes dad ? Don’t worry jughead will be watching me I know the rules.

“Just be careful ok jug don’t let her out of sight “

Ok dad let’s go I rode the motorcycle to Cheryl house which was a huge house people partying my other friends Ronnie ,Archie , Cheryl Toni Kevin moose i took my shirt off and my shoes felt the cold water I just put my feet in the water it was way to cold to get in the pool for now hi Cheryl I greeted her with a warm hug and sat right down I really love your house and your backyard is gorgeous like seriously

“Thank and by the way someone is creeping on you for the last 60 minutes and still counting down “

Who ?!

“Him “

What’s his name?

“I think like sweet-pea or something like that “

Seriously not to be rude but what kind of name is sweet-pea I said to myself well he is kinda cute he has a serpent jacket on in this heat why he walked over to me I just froze

“Mind if I join you?”

Sure sit down

[onnabox]

My sometimes headcanons about Jughead Jones are pretty much always not at all nice. (or timeline accurate)

Gladys doesn’t decide to leave town with JB until after Jughead is slammed away in juvie for “trying to burn down Riverdale Elementary School”. It was an accident. Jughead was just trying to impress Jason and fit in like Archie was. No one seems to believe him when he says he didn’t mean to. 

Gladys doesn’t say goodbye. Jellybean leaves a note that FP throws away in heartbreak and rage. Jughead never gets to read it.

Jughead gets out of juvie two weeks later with no one to pick him up. He tugs down his beanie with a relieved sigh once he breathes in the fresh air and then stands out by the road for 5 hours waiting.

He hitchhikes a ride to his Northside home to find a foreclosure sign in the front yard. The bank had officially taken it back 16 days before.

He breaks in through the back laundry room window, the lock’s been finicky for years - that’s one path he used to sneak out to Archie’s house three blocks over by, and he finds every room but his own half cleared away of valuables.

He falls into a restless sleep in his own bed in the house alone, hoping to hear someone coming home.

He wakes up to the sound of a few people downstairs, talking about clean up costs and resale values, shoves a few things in his backpack, and tiptoes out the window onto the roof of the front porch and down the drain pipe. He tugs the drain pipe off the gutters. Just so they have one more thing they have to fix.

He finds a corner booth a Pop’s and his fingers shake over his burger. He swallows his nausea down in realization he’s on his own and spends most of his safety money stash on lunch and a tip not knowing the next time he’ll eat.

He sleeps in the tree house in his no-longer backyard. Has a solar powered lamp, a wind-up radio, and books from the library - his new bathroom. 

He sleeps up there till the people* come back and he hears them talk about how the tree house tree is dying and needs to come down. 

He walks past the Andrews house 5 times.

He sleeps at a bus stop. The Bijou. A pew in the Methodist church on Bridge Street. Under a bench in Fox Forest Park. Behind the Soup Kitchen on Pickens Street, with a few much older lost souls. 

He eats from the food bank. He steals sandwiches under his flannel from the grocery store and refills his water bottle at the park. He digs through Pop’s dumpster and finds old fries and half eaten rubens. He’s always hungry. He looks longingly into the windows of suburban homes as families sit down for three course dinners.

He walks past the Andrews house 10 more times until he steals a newpaper from the Coopers yard and sees an opening for someone to run a projector at the Twilight Drive thru.

He runs the projector a whole weekend before noticing the lights glittering from the trailer park over the thin tree line and remembers his grandfather’s old retreat, a place he’d been to a few times as a kid.

Casablanca rolls credits and the last cars pull out. His boots crunch the gravel beneath his weight at the mouth of Sunnyside’s driveway and his heart jumps at the sight of his family’s truck in front of an long, rusted mobile home - windows illuminated by the flickering blue light of a TV.

Mom? Jellybean? Dad?

Can he stay here? Is he home and safe now?

#jughead jones #Riverdale #jughead #bughead #Cole sprouse #fp jones #jb jones #gladys jones #betty cooper #archie andrews #please wreck me with your angstiest jughead headcanons

[365day2021]

Day 238

Got to work at 925ish and download was normal. Started the day on point check in which wasn’t too bad. After that was RFP for an hour and 15 to cover Rasheka’s lunch. I took out like 2 or 3 runners and my task was to check computers in but the printer wasn’t working to print travelers. Lynda thankfully fixed it for me and I did like 4 or 5 of them and then Rachel came in 30 mins before I was lunch and we boxed a couple depots. I left for lunch and the first half was spent going to Stephanie’s house. She ordered a stroller that she wanted to be inside cause both her and Brandon were working so I did that. First I had a bit of issues bringing it in cause Bean was crazy and jumping all over the place so Stephanie said to bring her to the backyard. I did just that and moved it in and then let the dogs in but FORGOT I left the front door open so Bean just waltzed out. Thankfully she kinda cooperated when she got across the street, I just got her collar and we ran back. So yeah after that happened I left and then Stephanie texted me I left the back door open (jesus) so I went back and closed it. But yeah that was the first half and the second half I went home and ate a burger. Had all that time and clocked back in on time and then I was iPhone Repair. Was constant moving the whole 2 hrs, and then last block was queue for like an hour and a half which I took maybe 5. Went home, got ready to gym and then we did chest around 715. I decided to do today cause I may be busy tomorrow so why not do tonight. Went home, ordered general tso chicken from this place called jade garden II from uber eats and rinsed off. I decided to order more car gum from amazon but at the time couldn’t do the math between a 100 ct bag for $6 or 6 40 count containers for $15 so I called Madison and she helped me do the math. The 100 ct is best so yeah, and we just chatted until my food was delivered. Ate, watched vids/zain stream then mang0 when he went live and then played melee with BZimm around 1030ish. We played until about 15 mins ago, it’s 104 now and no work tomorrow so may be up a little then sleep

#August 26

[kariachi]

Some Static Shock fanfic, as commissioned by @thenixkat, featuring Freida, Daisy, and Sharon gaining superpowers and coming together into their own superhero team.

It was seven weeks after the Big Bang when things got weird…er. Really that was most shocking part- that after a bunch of people got melted in a chemical explosion, and a load of other people got superpowers in the same explosion, and her friends started ditching her at random intervals, and she almost got eaten by a giant amoeba, there was still something that made Freida go ‘this is weird’.

“This is too fucking weird.”

Okay, ‘too fucking weird’, still. She was sat on her roof, where she had been- not stuck per say, but definitely not in a position to come down- for about an hour, watching the leaves in her yard go back and forth from one side to the other. The constant shifting of the wind would’ve been weird enough on its own, out here by the Lakes wind tended to change direction often but this was just ridiculous, but it was following her lead. Frieda moved her hand this way, the wind blew in that direction, she moved it the other way, the wind shifted. She swirled her hand around in front of her like she was stirring something? The wind turned into a small twister that sucked in the leaves and left them all piled in one spot.

If she’d known she could get the yard cleaned up that easily she wouldn’t have made the gesture to the sky that’d landed her on the roof in the first place. She supposed that theoretically she’d be able to use the same windy powers she was using on the leaves (and really, when had these shown up? why? when and why?) to get back down, but she wasn’t sure that she trusted it. After all, the worst-case scenario was that they stopped working while she was in the air and she plummeted, while if she stayed here eventually her parents would come home and get out the ladder. Then she’d have to come up with an explanation for why she was up there though.

Truly a lose-lose situation.

~*~

Her parents totally bought ‘I wanted to clean the gutters, but I couldn’t find the ladder, so I climbed the walnut tree’. They’d looked at her like she was a moron, and she was never going to be allowed to live this down, but they bought it.

~*~

As she practiced with her powers (in private, of course, ever since the Big Bang there were Opinions about anyone in Dakota who had superpowers and wasn’t Static) Freida contemplated her options. She wanted to help people, she already worked hard trying to better the world and keep people informed of what went on around them, and with these new powers of hers, she could do so much more. The idea of becoming a superhero, like Static, was tempting. Dakota had so much shit going on, so many Bang Babies causing trouble, and she could do something about it.

It took her a week of thinking, weighing pros and cons (“Pro- help people. Con- I do not have the kind’ve time you need for this.”) before she came to a decision.

Another week, forty dollars’ worth of black and amaranth fabric, a handful of sailor fuku patterns, and way too many failed attempts at using her mother’s sewing machine later- Hurricane was born.

~*~

Hurricane’s first attempt at stopping crime went surprisingly well. It turned out that the sort’ve people who rob convenience stores are also the type to get freaked out when doors suddenly slam open and a gust of wind drags them outside and drops them at the feet of somebody in thigh-high heels. They hadn’t known what hit them and when they’d tried to bolt she’d easily been able to sweep them into the air and hold them there until the police arrived.

The second was a little harder. That time the man was in an alley and much more level-headed. Hurricane had drug him away from the woman he’d been threatening and rather than spook and run he had instead decided his best bet was to open fire. Still, she’d managed to come away unharmed- the wind had carried her safely into the air in a breath and the gales she’d called down had made it nearly impossible for him to aim, right up until they ripped the gun clean from his hands. After that it had, again, purely been a matter of keeping him in one spot a few feet off the ground until law enforcement could come get him.

Annoyingly enough the first criminal to give her trouble was Hotstreak. It turned out, to their mutual aggravation, that they were stuck in a stalemate of sorts. Hurricane couldn’t get any real control over the situation, his own flight making her tendency to lock people in the air pointless and his fires too intense for her to put out without risking damaging the buildings around them. On the plus side, he couldn’t get any control either, as she could just blow his attacks right back at him. They spent a good twenty minutes circling each other in the air, volleyballing fireballs, before they both had to stop and breathe, glaring at each other across the airspace over a Burger Fool.

Thankfully Static had shown up at about that point, turning the tide in her favor. Working together they’d been able to take Hotstreak down and turn him over to the authorities with less trouble than either of them seemed to have expected.

~*~

“So, when did you plan on telling me about the whole ‘superhero’ thing?” Eyes blowing wide, Freida’s gaze shot up from her burger. Daisy was settling into the seat across from her, knowing smile on her face.

“How-?”

“Five times you’ve gotten annoyed with someone only for a sudden gust of wind to blow their stuff everywhere.” She popped a few fries into her mouth, chewed, and swallowed. “Plus, I saw your costume last time I was over, and you don’t seem like half the cosplay nerd the boys are.” After a second or two staring at her friend, Freida sighed.

“Okay, I’m a superhero, happy?” Daisy snatched a few more of her fries.

“Nope. From now on, I’m helping you out.” Freida blinked, eyes still wide.

“Helping me out?” Daisy’s smile broadened.

“Well it’s not like I can just let you go it alone.”

~*~

Daisy’s basement turned out to make a pretty good base of operations. Her parents had long ago turned it over to her and her projects, and it had its own entrance from the backyard. Within a few days they had a tracker in Freida’s costume, access to police records and radio, and programs set to alert them to any strange sightings or occurrences around the city.

It wasn’t the Justice League Headquarters or anything, but a damn fine job for a pair of high school students.

~*~

For Daisy, her power reveal was a little bit more of a close call. It was five months or so after the Big Bang when she woke up feeling and looking absolutely miserable. Between helping Freida, her school work, and her own personal projects, she wasn’t getting near enough sleep and she could feel it, a tired ache down among her bones. On top of that, her hair was refusing to cooperate, the bags under her eyes were dark enough to draw in light like a black hole, and she had too many zits to even think about.

In a fit of teenage melodrama, she had wished with all her heart that she could just disappear.

Alas, life doesn’t stop for the tired or those with bad hair, and so she’d gathered her things together and headed off to school where, nothing had happened. Not the normal nothing, the ‘nothing interesting’, but, isolated nothing. Nobody so much as looked at her all morning. Nobody said hello. The teachers didn’t call on her. It was like she wasn’t even there. Just an empty patch of air threading its way through the halls and taking up her seat. Easily one of the creepiest experiences of her life. Come lunch she’d found herself heading for one of the lesser-used bathrooms, wanting to take some time to calm herself down, to relax. Went in, splashed some water on her face, looked up

There was nothing in the mirror.

Good news, the sight shocked her right back into visibility. Bad news, she hadn’t been visible all damn morning.

“That was too fucked up!”

~*~

“Where were you all morning?”

“Invisible, apparently.”

“…huh.”

~*~

That Saturday Daisy and Freida hopped a bus to the outskirts of town, where they could experiment with their powers without risking any company. Once you got out of the cities populations tapered off quick and by nine they were well out of the way of anybody who might see them or give them trouble.

They were methodical in their investigation, Freida hovering around in the air taking notes as Daisy first worked on winking herself in and out of view, and then began trying to do other things. She couldn’t float or hover. No ghosting through things. Unsurprisingly no possessing stuff either. Nor, it seemed, astral projecting, or shield generating. Then Daisy’d stepped into a beam of light and that had set off the most impressive lightshow either of them had seen outside of a rock concert.

Of course, focus went immediately there. Could she do that on purpose? Tests said yes. Could she do it without reflected light? If she tried. Could she generate light? To Freida’s amusement, yes there too. (“My bestfriend’s a flashlight.” “Shut up.”) The best part though, was when they were testing whether she could control the intensity of the light (yes) and discovered she could focus it into lasers.

Actual lasers.

That was going to be so awesome.

~*~

Of course, this meant Daisy was going to start helping out in the field, she had fucking lasers now. What person wouldn’t use that new ability to help their friend, especially if it meant saving the day? Especially if it meant you got to dress up.

Freida had taken this calling to superheroing as her chance to live childhood dreams of being a Sailor Scout, with a costume that was probably only two steps away from copyright infringement and the addition of some black leggings to protect her modesty. Daisy headed in a similar direction, recognizing an excuse to make herself up like Cardcaptor Sakura. One flowy purple dress, complete with ribbons, and a pair of nice yet functional boots later, all laden down with as much sparkle as possible (it served a functional purpose, how awesome was that?) and Ultraviolet was ready to go.

~*~

“‘Ultraviolet’. Of course, because nerds of a feather.”

~*~

Ultraviolet’s first few times out fighting crime went pretty well. Temporarily blind a robber here. Disorient an aggressive drunk there. She couldn’t use her light powers and go invisible at the same time, unfortunately, but both came very much in handy. She could fight and sneak with the best of them out there, it was great. Bang Babies gave her a little more trouble than people without powers- they tended to be faster, more durable, and somehow seemed to have better access to eye protection- but between herself and Hurricane they could easily handle things as well as Static could.

Then they’d gone up against the Meta Breed. It’d been going, mostly well. Ultraviolet was pretty much the anti-Ebon, and Hurricane countered Talon beautifully, it was just Shiv that was a pain in the ass. The gang was spread out just enough for Hurricane to have to take her focus off Talon to handle him, and Ultraviolet was stuck on the ground with him. Worse, exposure to his own powers seemed to have made him less susceptible to her own than most people. Not that they couldn’t have eventually gotten everything managed, but then…

~*~

Sharon didn’t get a power reveal, hers built up slowly over time. At least at first. She could levitate a pencil. Weird, but cool. She could drag a book off the shelf and across the room into her hand. She was Matilda! She could walk on walls, apparently, let’s not do that again, please thank you.

Then one day, at around the same time Daisy was learning she wasn’t normal any longer, she been internally raging about how maybe if she put everything on the fucking ceiling and out of the way one of the men in the house would finally deign to pick up a damn broom, and before she knew it there everything was, on the ceiling. Including her. And the damn broom.

The family had ended up with take-out for dinner because after cleaning up the resulting mess like hell she was cooking.

~*~

Becoming a superhero was in the cards from the moment she realized just how great a jump in power she’d experienced. It was one of those traits people were always surprised to learn she shared with her brother, the feeling that she’d have made an amazing superhero if she’d had the powers or tech for it, the knowledge that she would’ve gone that route given the opportunity. That was just the sort’ve person she was. But she was also a grown woman, an adult who knew well enough that diving into the fray without proper preparation could be disastrous, especially when she was relearning the boundaries of her powers. Instead she’d set to practicing in her spare time, studying up on the various criminals of Dakota, taking self defense courses at the community center. Preparing.

Unfortunately, the best laid plans of mice and men…

She hadn’t expected to find herself smackdab at the edge of a fight between Hurricane, Ultraviolet, and the Meta Breed. Really, she hadn’t. Still, she knew she would need any information she could glean later, and so had stuck around to watch from what was hopefully a safe distance.

They’d been holding their own surprisingly well. Talon wasn’t built to withstand high winds, and the roar of them stole away a good amount of her voice’s potency, making her much less of a threat when Hurricane was on the job. And Ultraviolet, the light she was giving of, the lasers she was firing, were practically making swiss cheese out of Ebon. But, there were three criminals there, not two, and Shiv was making himself a slippery little nuisance for the heroes, working to distract Ultraviolet from Ebon. It was when he came forward while her back was turned, aiming a blow somewhere around her kidneys, that Sharon couldn’t stop herself jumping into action.

Note, she had been attempting to repel Shiv, not everything.  What happened was she ended up alone in a circle of empty space, each and every item in a forty-foot radius that hadn’t been nailed down having been sent flying off. She at least had the decency to be sheepish about this fact (and to panic internally, because holy fuck she wasn’t exactly wearing a disguise) for about a second and a half before steeling herself and leveling her harshest glare at each of the Meta Breed.

Either her glare, her powers, or the fact the numbers were now even apparently got through to Ebon that this wasn’t a good place to be, because patches of black shadow opened under himself and his gang, dragging them away as the heroes shook themselves off and got back to their feet. Both girls were staring at her like she had two heads.

“Sharon?!” That voice was too familiar, and the hair, and build-

“Freida Goren, what do you think you’re doing?!”

“Helping protect the city!” Sharon paid the stubborn tone no mind, still choking on the idea that Hurricane was a kid she’d known since her brother was still small enough for her to pick up. She whirled to face Ultraviolet, who at least was good enough to look like she was in trouble.

“And you-”

“Daisy.” Daisy. Was Virgil’s entire social group out fighting violent criminals!? Was that what was happening here? Letting out a ragged breath, Sharon dropped her head into one hand and began massaging her temples.

“Bad enough Virgil and Richie are running off all hours of the day and night, now I have to worry about you two too…”

~*~

After that, of course she wasn’t going to let them go running around fighting crime without adult supervision. But, first things first, she enrolled them both in the community center’s self-defense classes. In exchange, they helped her practice with her powers in a safe and controlled environment.

~*~

For over a month Sharon refused to let the girls help her get an outfit together. She threw something together, accepted a mask ‘for now’, and ran around in something that didn’t look quite professional until finally-

“Oh my god, tell me you didn’t actually commission leather armor for your costume.” Sharon just smirked, spreading her arms and twisting her body to better show off her superhero outfit. She’d gone for a knee length skirt and tall boots, long sleeves, leather greaves, and a mask to match, all in rich browns and golds. It even tied into her hairdo, braided edgings mimicking the braided bun she’d begun keeping her hair in.

Daisy was seriously considering following her lead there. Freida could fly out of reach, and Sharon was getting better at precision use of her powers, keeping people at arm’s length, but a simple pair of sunglasses could cause her trouble and she was getting real tired of people trying to use her hair as a handle.

“It was way more than I’d planned to spend,” Sharon explained, openly proud of herself and given how impressive she looked she’d earned it, “but if I’m going to be a superhero I’m totally Wonderwomaning it up.”

~*~

“You know what, girls?”

“What?”

“We totally need a team name.”

“No.”

“That could be cool...”

“I vote ‘Earth, Wind, and Fire’.”

“…”

“…Daisy, you’re closer, smack her for me.”

#fanfic #static shock #writing commissions #commissionwork #commissions #achi does commissionwork #oh look now ebon has a bit more reason to try to fuck up his brothers life later #rather than just 'he's a controlling and abusive shit' #''your girlfriend is one of my mortal enemies'' #''because i didn't love her enough already-''

[yierknives]

How can I have a perfect barbecue party？

It’s barbecuing month! Time to crack (or twist) open something cold and fire up the grill. And yes, grilling isn’t just for dads in white New Balance sneakers and cargo shorts. With the right tools and preparation, an ordinary backyard BBQ can turn into something unforgettable. That’s what we’re here for — to show you how to get the best out of your backyard (or wherever) BBQ time.

Barbecue grill Tips & Tricks for Your Next Backyard BBQ

When backyard grilling, having the right tools of the trade is one of the most important ingredients to a successful BBQ/grill session, along with choosing the right type of meat for the occasion. Things like different meat cuts and grilling temperatures, as well as whether you’re going to use charcoal or wood, are all questions that need to be answered before the first match is struck.

Make Sure You Have the Essential BBQ Tools

OK, let’s talk BBQ supplies. You’re going to need a chimney starter, which kind of looks like a little silver robot. It’s going to save you a lot of time, as it can get those coals ready in minutes. Also, you won’t get the chemical flavor that sometimes accompanies charcoal starters.

Now the basics: pretty much everything that you can make on a grill can be executed with a pair of tongs, a hardy spatula and a long, two-pronged fork. Oh, a grill brush too. Look for a 4-piece tool set package that’s affordable but has good reviews.

If you really want to go big, look for Pit Mitts, which are gloves that protect your hands from the heat, and a heavy grill apron, specifically meant for protection from fire and sparks — check out the F.N. Sharp Apron, made of heavy duty, 100% waxed cotton with a cross-back design that makes it as easy to slip on as your F.N. Sharp Knives slice through ingredients 😜

If you want to handle more delicate foods like vegetables or fish, pick up a grilling basket as it’s small enough so food doesn’t fall through and lets you flip a bunch of items at once. Skewers are also good to have for turning small meats, and a cast iron grill press can help keep bacon from curling and help get rid of fat from a burger or steak.

To make sure food gets cooked to the right temp, a meat thermometer is going to come in handy, as well. Other things to consider are grilling planks, which help with cooking fish, and aluminum drip pans, which can aid in cleanup. Now that we have the basics covered, let’s move on to knives, which are one of the most important parts of the whole venture. If you want to get all your essential knives at once, a kitchen knife set is your best bet.

BBQ party supplies guide

The so-called essentials are the multipurpose Chef’s knife, the tapered blade for boning or filleting, a carver or a slicer for even slices, and the all-around paring knife.

It would also be great if the set you’re getting includes a large fork for holding the meat secure on the board while slicing and a honing rod to keep your knife sharp at all times.

Go for the blade made from a good steel blend

The type of steel used dictates all the important features of a blade: hardness, sharpness, flexibility, resistance to wear and corrosion, and longevity.

Although Japanese and German steel is exceptional in quality, it really doesn’t matter where the material was manufactured.Just go for the brand that makes their steel blend public because that’s the only way you’ll know if it’s any good.

Check the handle

Because you are using this knife specifically for barbecuing, the material used for the handle should be high-quality — it should be easy to clean, can handle high temperatures, and is resistant to moisture, just to name a few.

See to it that the handle is firmly attached to the blade. Remember that barbecuing is an arduous job that requires a heavy-duty tool.

Look at the other design features

A lot of outdoor cooks agree that barbecue knives should have full tangs, heavy bolsters, thick spines, and razor-sharp edges.

If it lacks one, see that the cutler added another feature to substitute that; e.g. instead of bolsters, the knife has a finger guard on the handle.

Bear in mind that, when it comes to knives, good form equals exceptional function.

If it comes with an add-on for storage, get it!

Whether you’re a pitmaster shoveling coal for the grill every day or a home cook who roasts meat on a spit only once a week, having a dedicated storage container for your precious, specialized knives can protect it from wear and tear and make it last longer.

If the Forecast Calls for Rain, Bring the Party Indoors!

Normally, each of us enjoys outdoor barbecue, but the worst is when the weather won’t cooperate. Luckily, there are indoor alternatives that can get you the same type of desired effect. Hello indoor BBQ party!

If you’re looking to replicate that smoky flavor indoors, a cast iron skillet is an excellent alternative. It’s versatile, durable and well loved. It works just as good over a fire as it does on the stove. Just remember to crack a window ! And here’s our deep-dive guide on cast irons.

Not many people know this, but the broiler option on an oven is a great way to char and get a good grill-like appearance. You can also use it to make skewers, or to crisp up some stovetop ribs. Liquid smoke and a planker can also lend that BBQ quality to stove cooked food, as well as different spices like smoked paprika, smoked salt, black cardamom, and chipotle peppers — you can even go for some smoked cheese and olive oil!

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